Madness takes Hold -- Rape By Chang Wufei Please send any comments to deathscythe@earthling.net Go easy on me, it's my first Slayers lemon. -------------------------------------------------- Insert standard disclaimer and lemon warning here. -------------------------------------------------- It was a sweltering day. In such weather Zelgadis really hated his stony skin. Sure, it had its advantages. He couldn't sweat. Sweat wouldn't run into his eyes, nor soak his shirt with perspiration. But rock was a horrible good conductor of heat, and it was hell to touch the burning rocky surface of his arms and face. Trust Amelia to pick a day like this for travelling. He looked over to where she was skipping along, completely unaware of the heat and Zelgadis' discomfort. She had it lucky, thought Zelgadis. With her characteristically cheerful attitude to everything, today was simply a walk in the forest. The only thing on her mind at the moment was the huge meal and long bath she'd get once they'd caught up with Lina and Gourry, who were already at the inn. Still, Amelia was good company, filling in the long silences that Zelgadis allowed to hang in the conversation. Of course, she was still the same justice-loving over-the-top crazy lunatic she was when Zelgadis had first met her. But she had mellowed out slightly over time and was no longer a super-hyper-justice fan, but merely a super-justice fan, and only half as annoying. Zelgadis would be the last person to admit it, but he had come to care deeply for this half-demented hyperactive girl. For her part, Amelia's crush on Zelgadis had abated somewhat, which he was aware of, but it didn't get in the way of their friendship. Her idolization of him had given way to something else. She knew that he'd never see her as more than a good friend or younger sister. Still, it didn't stop her from trying. Something caught Amelia's eye. "Ne-e-e, Zelgadis-san!" she called. There was an object buried in the earth with only a rusted corner sticking out. It didn't look very much out of the ordinary... yet something drew her attention to it. Curiously she bent down and peered at it. Zelgadis rubbed his sore skin and immediately regretted his action. "What is it, Amelia?" he groaned disinterestedly. He was too tired to go on one of Amelia's treasure hunts. "Look at this!" she said. Carefully she scraped away the dirt surrounding the object with a stone. "Why, it's an ornament of some sort with an engraving on it... looks like a circle with a cross in the middle..." Zelgadis' sleepy mood was replaced by horror as a flash of recognition shot through him. "Don't touch that, Amelia!" He leapt towards her and snatched it away before she could touch it. "Zelgadis-san, what's wrong?" Amelia said in concern, as Zelgadis drew his arm back to fling it away. If Zelgadis had had time, he would have explained to Amelia that the circle quartered by a cross was in fact one of Rezo's attempts to make a mind-control device. Zelgadis had seen several of them when he'd worked for Rezo. In the end they had been abandoned because of some undesirable side-effects. But it was too late. The device had done its work. Zelgadis could only stand in horror as the object in his hand shot out a single flare of light and quivered, and the last thing he remembered was screaming to Amelia, "Run!!" before the madness took hold of him and darkness enveloped his mind... "Zelgadis-san?" repeated Amelia. "Are you all right?" She hurried towards him and halted when he turned upon her with threatening speed. "Zel-zelgadis-san?" She didn't like the abnormal glow in his eyes. "Zelgadis-san, you're scaring me..." Amelia tried to hide the tremor in her voice. Zelgadis blinked once, as if trying to wrestle back control over his mind. Then the last flicker of sanity left him. He drew his head back and roared, flinging his arms about wildly. The mind-control device flew from his hand and rolled away unnoticed, finally coming to a stop when it bounced against a rock. His hands pulled crazily at his clothes in an effort to stop the pain. Shreds and tatters of fabric fell to the ground. He stood there, tall and fully naked, like an untamed beast. Then his wild eyes saw Amelia. He leapt at her, teeth bared and hands clawed. Amelia screamed when he knocked her heavily to the ground, growling ferally. His clawed fingers tore at her shirt and clothes in one swipe. Thick red lines of blood slowly began appear along her white flesh, and soon she was reduced to nakedness as well. The girl was too shocked to scream. Only when the mad chimera brought his stony twisted fingers down a second time to strike her did she react. "Fireball!" she shrieked. A ball of power formed in her right palm, and it took all her willpower to aim it at Zelgadis and let it go. To her horror, the fireball hit him in the side, fizzling and screeching like a soccer ball, but the chimera was unharmed. In fact, all it did was enrage him further. He howled and raised his arm, preparing to pound his fist into Amelia's face. The girl cried out and flinched, squeezing her eyes shut. After a while, when the blow still hadn't come, Amelia risked a quick look and opened her eyes. The stony clawed hand had stopped millimetres from her face, and it was spread out into a palm directly above her nose. The girl could smell a grainy mixture of sweat, blood and dust. What was he doing? she wondered fearfully. Now the fingers were trembling, like leaves on a stalk. Then, they left her view and Amelia could see Zelgadis' face. What she saw rocked her to the core. There was a look in the chimera's eyes, a look Amelia had seen before all too often -- when the four of them trashed bandits' camps, or rid the world of evil, as she'd put it, she often noticed this wild glaze in their eyes. She saw it now in Zelgadis. Then the grey stony fingers reached down, and stroked her cheek. The tough was cold and rough, not at all gentle as Amelia had often imagined it to be. The fingers were seeking, curious, unaccustomed to such softness and paleness. The girl cringed and tried to escape his questioning caress, to no avail. Now, the fingers touched her lips, tracing down to her chin and along her neck, finally coming to rest between her breasts on her sternum. The girl felt as if she was being scratched by a rock. Zelgadis' stone hand was quite heavy and it was getting difficult to breath. The look in Zelgadis' eyes shifted slightly, to one of confusion. What were these two soft objects on both sides of his hand? They were bleeding, streaked with blood. He'd done that, he had. He spread his fingers wide, and the length of his hand span was just long enough to poke the two round things in their middles. Amelia watched him warily. Probably Amelia was expecting it to happen all along. Still, it was quite a shock to suddenly feel two pebbly hands clamping onto her breasts and squeezing them. She yelped and kicked herself away from him, but the chimera's grip was strong. Immediately the iron fingers closed shut and compressed tightly. The pain was unbearable, reminding Amelia of what deliquent palace boys from earlier years used to do to her -- they called it the 'nipple cripple.' It was one thing to get a nipple cripple from weak male hands, however, and another to get it from Zelgadis' powerful claws. Zelgadis started to get cramps in his fingers, and he had to let go. But he was just starting to enjoy this game. Once the tension in his hands eased, he squeezed on Amelia's breasts and let go immediately. He liked to feel them give way to his grasp and spring back into shape quickly. Amelia didn't know whether to laugh or cry. Sure, she'd dreamed of this moment for ages. She wanted to be in this position, she'd imagined it countless times -- Zel's hands on her, around her, in her... but not like this, not now, not when he was... Amelia's breasts lost their novelty as soon as the disoriented Chimera found something else of interest -- the blood on his hands. Bringing his head down, he inhaled the scent deeply. Mmm, that smell of sweat and blood. Smelt good. Good enough to taste. Cautiously, he opened his mouth a fraction and drew his tongue along the girl's chest. More blood here. He wanted more. He opened his whole mouth and pressed his lips to her breasts so as to take in more. He discovered that there was another mysterious odour, not unpleasant, rather, vaguely thrilling, and excited something deep inside him. There was anothe weird feeling that what he was doing was wrong, but he pushed that aside easily. Sniffing along the soft mounds to find the source of this peculiar tang, he found it -- it came from the red tip at the top of the mound. Without further ado he snapped his lips around it firmly, and sucked. Amelia responded in a way that both aroused her and sickened her. She arched back, so that her chest came forward and filled Zelgadis' face. She had put her hands on top of his gritty shoulders, to push him away, but somehow she found herself holding onto them for support. Sensing this, the chimera slid his hands roughly into the small of the girl's back, propping her up. This did nothing to help Amelia's apprehension. She choked, finally finding the strength to speak. "Zel-zelgadis-san? Please? Will you--will you stop--ung! Stop, please! You're... ah... hurting me..." The words dissolved into a whimper and went ignored. She pulled her legs under her, pushing against the ground and his shoulders in an effort to pull herself out of his grasp, but lack of blood and hysteria were making her weak. She had only stood halfway up when her knees gave way and she slithered forward into Zelgadis' lap. Half- sitting and half-sprawling, there, in his arms, she burst into tears. Vaguely, the chimera became aware of something new, something moist. It was trickling down the girl's neck, but it was something transparent, unlike blood. He could smell that it was not sweat, and when he licked at it, it was salty. He looked up, and to his faint curiosity, the moistness was coming from her eyes. He pointed a finger to touch the falling moisture, oblivious to the girl's surprised blink and gasp. This moisture was sending pangs of electricity through him. He began to growl softly. He did not like the thoughts these falling drops of liquid were giving him. He realised that there was a squishly liquid on his legs as well, but it could not be coming from him, since he sensed that his skin was unable to sweat or bleed. So, it must be coming from the girl. He brought his hand down to his lap where the girl was still sitting. Feeling his way up her legs, he eventually reached the girl's crotch. Amelia guessed where this was heading, and out of sheer desperation, put her hands between her legs to stop Zelgadis from advanving further. The chimera merely grabbed her wrists and held them to her stomach. The girl lost her balance and fell onto her back, exposing her abdomen helplessly. With his other hand, Zelgadis touched the girl's nether region. Ooh, but those lips were soft and tender, more tender than the girl's breasts. His tough fingernails scratched the girl painfully, and she cried out again. Zelgadis continued to explore. When his fingers accidentally brushed a sensitive little nub, Amelia spasmed and brought her knees together, locking the chimera's hand in place. He snarled and pried her legs open again with the one hand. Then he felt it, that hot, searing moisture. His fingers couldn't get enough of it. They probed and poked and explored, each new touch eliciting a moan of horror from the girl. Almost by mistake, his forefinger slid into a tight wet hole. The girl bit her lips tightly, suppressing a scream. This was insane, she stammered to herself, even more so when the chimera drew his hand up to his mouth to taste the stuff on his fingers. He liked what he tasted. All Amelia could do while Zelgadis speared his tongue inside of her virginal hole was hope that he would get tired of her and abandon her here, instead of experimenting more. She tried to concentrate on everything but the increasing tension in her crotch and the shame that was attacking every brain cell in her mind. She hardly noticed when her body reacted, seizing and rocking wildly against Zelgadis' face. No such luck. Pulling away from the girl's crotch, the chimera seemed to finally notice the grotesque rod protruding from between his legs. He looked at it in amazement, then at Amelia's tight red opening. Zelgadis blinked. That moment of hesistation seemed to decide him. He crawled forward, holding the girl's legs apart with both hands. "NOOO!" Amelia screamed. Then he was on her, upon her, and thrusting his rock-hard meat into her, pumping and withdrawing again, then shoving it in even harder. His erect penis was made of pure, stiff rock. It scraped mercilessly at the insides of Amelia's virgin cunt, tearing away flesh like a bulldozer. The pain between her legs seemed to settle into a mere gentle pounding, and Amelia sighed. She looked up at the feral snarl etched on Zelgadis' face, and wondered why this was differing so much from her own fantasies. A few tears, mixed with blood, rolled down her cheeks. Zelgadis, meanwhile, continued to pound away. He was beginning to enjoy the feel of the tense, moist hole hugging to his dick, and didn't want to stop. He shot his load repeatedly, but he still wanted to go deeper, and deeper. Pressing his hands onto the girl's shoulders, he pushed her into the ground so as to lower himself further, and in doing so, brought his face down to meet hers. Their eyes met, hers filled with fear and shame, his devoid of any tender emotion. A tear rolled down the corner of her eye, and onto the ground. Zelgadis stared. Leaning downwards, he parted his lips slightly and placed them on the corner of her eye, in hopes of catching another tear on his tongue. They kept coming. He pulled her upright in an effort to lap them all up. They spilled freely out of her eyes and down her cheeks, and Zelgadis tried to follow them with his tongue. The tears trickled down onto her lips, and rested there. Zelgadis' mouth found its way there, too, and their lips met in an impromptu kiss. He's still going to kiss me, after all this? Amelia choked back her tears, finding nothing comforting nor caring in his stony mouth. Yet she couldn't stop herself from returning the gesture, her lips opening slightly to allow his probing tongue in, and her eyes half-closing. After all, she did love him. The spell broke. Tears began to roll down Zelgadis face, too. His senses came back to him slowly, one by one. The madness disappeared from his eyes and were replaced with sanity. His lips, still on Amelia's, kissed genuinely this time, and the girl could feel the difference. She drew back slightly, to see the chimera's horrified eyes taking in what had happened. "Zel-zelgadis-san...?" she whispered. A cry escaped from his mouth. "Amelia... what have I done?" He took a few frightened steps back. "Yo, Zel! What's taking you guys so long?" called a familiar voice. "We were getting kinda worried about you back at the inn, and Gourry just had to come--come looking... for... you guys..." Lina stopped short, just as she reached them. "What are you doing?" There was a strangled note in her voice. Amelia saw them, and smiled. "Finally... you came..." She gave way to shock and exhaustion. Gourry just stared, speechless. Zelgadis' gaze darted frantically from one person to another. "Oh, my God... Lina, I... what the hell... I didn't mean..." It was then that his eyes fell on the blond swordsman, who was drawing his sword menacingly. "Gourry, what... I, it was a mistake! I had no idea what I was--" "You bastard." Gourry's voice was low. "You bastard. How dare you." "I didn't want to!" Zelgadis cried. "I didn't mean to!" He turned in shame, stumbling over his tattered clothes, tripping over his feet as he ran. He wanted nothing more than to get away from their accusing looks, their reproving fingers. "You're not going anywhere." Gourry stalked after him at a slow, steady but murderous pace. "Gourry, what are you--" Lina started after him. "Zelgadis. How dare you. How dare you." "Gourry! Stop, for God's sake!" "She was Amelia. She trusted you. You son of a bitch! I'm gonna--" "Stop! Gourry, it's Zelgadis!" Lina ran forward and tried to stop him. "Yeah, and that's Amelia!" To Lina's surprise, Gourry was trembling. "Forget Zel! Right now we have to help Amelia, okay?" They turned back to the unconscious girl, and wordlessly Gourry hefted her gently onto his shoulder. "C'mon, let's take her back to the inn." "What about--what about Zelgadis?" It was hard for Gourry to even mention his name. "We'll... worry about him later." --------------------------------- END