The Search for the Maou: Sequal to Yuri`s Past

Disclaimer: I don’t own any of the characters nor do I make money for this. All rights belong to the original author. I only own the plot.

Above the dungeon like room where the malicious person resided with his cronies presently; there was scheming going on. The malicious person was having a discussion and, was giving orders to his followers or the rather the criminals that he busted out of prison. The criminals were to go and kill one girl. This girl was special in the sense that the prisoner that they had down in the dungeon like room was close to her; in fact the person in the dungeon like room has been raising this young girl for a while now. This malicious person told his cronies to “you are to infiltrate the castle and kill the girl there; she is the princess of the Castle. She also happens to be our prisoner’s daughter.”
One of the men replied with a few questions. Of the questions was “What is her name, Mr. McDuff?” The second question that he asked was “how come the boy has a daughter when he ain`t got no girlfriend?”

Randy McDuff answered “because he adopted the girl and he doesn’t have a girlfriend he has a boyfriend or rather a fiancé.” “On second thought boys; bring the girl here.” He didn’t elaborate more on that even with the puzzled looks he received from his henchmen. He had plans for the girl. He was planning on raping her while his prisoner watched, or it could go the other way too, he could rape his prisoner while the girl watched. There was also the option of raping them both and then killing them both, but in the most humiliating way possible. There were also other ideas such as letting his men have them both when he was done with them and then killing them. There were also many options to killing them as well. There was the option of choking them with his hands, or better yet with his penis. There was also the option of letting his men do that for him as well. The possibilities were endless.

While Randy McDuff was scheming his men had set out to do what they were told to; bring the little princess back to the boss. They had no trouble getting to the castle, but when they saw the guards surrounding the castle they weren’t so sure that the plan they had in place would work. You see they were planning to abduct the girl under the cover or darkness. They did arrive just before the sun set over the horizon but then they had to wait until it darker out before they set their plan in motion. When they were about to move and capture the little princess, they saw more guards coming out of the castle and surrounding it. The palace was guarded on all sides except for the tall tower that had a window in the center. They would have to try there. They didn’t know thought that the tower was protected with magic that was hundreds of years old. This magic protected the king. The window that they were hoping to climb in led directly to the king’s rooms where Greta and Wolfram were sleeping. When the magic repelled them it also sent a signal to the guards that something was wrong. The henchmen tried it again but this time they were stopped by Conrad and his men. They were captured and taken for an interrogation.

The one who was supposed to interrogate them was Gwendolyn. Gwendolyn entered the interrogation room quietly and sat in front of the two men that were strapped to chairs. Gwendolyn had watched once while the king did the interrogation and had picked up a few tips. Instead of doing the usual things such as a hard voice and direct attack he tired the king’s approach.

Gwendolyn had brought some work with him just like the king did when he did the interrogation. He sat down in the chair opposite the two henchmen, folded his hands on the table when he set the papers down and asked ever so nicely “Who sent you?” “Why were you sent for?” “Why were you trying to climb a wall?” and other questions following the same line.

The henchmen didn’t cooperate like Gwendolyn knew that they wouldn’t. They had their orders, get in, get the girl, bring her back, and don’t get caught. They knew that they would be in trouble if they talked. They were each trying to think of a way to escape and Gwnedal could see that just by looking at their faces. This caused him to smile though. The henchmen didn’t know why he was smiling though and who knew if they would find out.
Conrad meanwhile had been standing in the back of the room observing the whole thing. He had to smile too. He smiled for a different reason though. He saw what his brother was trying to do; follow the king’s example. He smiled because he agreed with Gwendolyn’s approach to doing the interview.

Gwendolyn knew that he had a long wait before he received any answers so he set to work on the paperwork that he had brought with him. In between papers he would make a comment that would make the henchmen uncomfortable, just like his king did. Hs comments eventually wore down the henchmen. It had taken hours but they now had some solid leads and information. They didn’t have all the answers though. They had no way of knowing how to get to the king. They knew that they couldn’t ask the henchmen to lead the way because they would just lead them astray and that would be counterproductive.

When they left the interrogation room they walked toward the living room for breakfast. The interrogation had taken all night long, but it had worked better than their pervious approaches to this. Along the way to the living room they discussed ways that they could get directions to the location of their king. They thought of asking the great sage, Murata, but they ruled that out as a hassle. They didn’t want to inform the great sage of anything until they had all the facts possible in their current situation.

When the two brothers had entered the room, they weren’t surprised to see the royal family at the table. They were not sure if they were surprised or not to see black circles around Wolfram’s eyes indicating that he didn’t sleep well last night. Greta didn’t look in good shape either.

When the brother sat down they looked around the table. Everyone looked miserable. The next thing that they knew, their breakfasts were set before them. They ate in silence. Nobody had said a word since good morning was said out of respect rather than the fact that it was a good morning, it wasn’t.

Gunter was the one to break the silence at last by asking his husband where he was all night long. This got everyone’s attention. They turned toward Gwendolyn looking for an answer. Yozak also decided to ask Conrad where he was as well last night. The brothers looked at each other then everyone at the table. The only person since this started that was missing was the great sage. He wasn’t at breakfast. The two brothers put down their eating utensils and Conrad started telling them what had happened last night. Gwendolyn filled in what information they managed to get out of the henchmen they captured. When they were done explaining they looked around the table and their gaze landed on Wolfram who was looking pale as a ghost.

They all wondered why though only Lady Cheri asked why. She didn’t get an answer at first and when she did it was mumbled that she couldn’t understand it at all. She had to ask Wolfram to repeat the same thing three times before she understood. Wolfram had yelled in the end, that is why she was able to understand it in the end.
You see Wolfram had another dream last night. This one was about Yuri getting raped. It was in detail unlike the first time he had the dream in which it showed what you went through during his first abduction. He knew that it was the first time because he was once again having the experience through Yuri’s psyche. That was the only dream so far that he had experienced in such a way so it was safe to assume that this was the dream form the past.

The dream started out by Yuri being dragged from the dungeons by two guards. They were taking him to a room. When they arrived in the room they chained him to the bed. His hands were chained to the headboard at the top and, his legs were tied down to the support beams of the bed. When they were sure that Yuri’s hands were tied good; they then took off what was left of his pants and tied his feet to the support beams of the bed.

When that was done, one of the guards left the room. He returned a few minutes later with the man who in the full dream was standing over Yuri while Yuri lay dying or rather dead with the blood pooling around him.
When the man entered he dismissed the guards to stand outside of the doorway while he finished doing to Yuri what he was going to do. Wolfram didn’t know what that was but he would soon find out.

The man that had according to what he did, which was give orders to the guards was the boss of the operation. The first thing he did was stare down at a naked Yuri who was spread out like a sacrifice. The man’s eyes scanned from Yuri’s feet which were spread wide up to Yuri’s young limp penis. His gaze lingered there for a bit before moving his gaze up Yuri’s abdomen following that up to Yuri’s young chest and shoulders and finally Yuri’s face meeting Yuri’s eyes which were a bleak shade of black.

The look on his face when he met Yuri’s gaze was one of dark intent. The look on face gave the impression that he was a lunatic obsessed with something like corruption. The man slowly reached out and toughed Yuri’s legs sliding his hands upwards toward Yuri’s young penis and down to Yuri’s small asshole.

That caused Yuri to show some reaction; he jerked up a litltle causing his tormenter to laugh. Wolfram was watching all this not able to anything. He looked at Yuri`s eyes and saw the vacant look in there. He tired to get Yuri’s attention by yelling out his fiancés name out but it didn’t do anything. Wolfram didn’t know that Yuri had at that point lived through a lot of the torture inflicted on him. Wolfram also didn’t know that was Yuri was experiencing was a daily occurrence. He also didn’t know that this was the time where Yuri was gathering his strength to bring it all to a head. What Wolfram was in fact seeing was the final rape before he broke out of the hell. The reason that the look in Yuris eyes was blank because he had learned to isolate himself in order to think. He couldn’t let his abductors know he was thinking or otherwise he would get punished. He learned that the blank stare was an effect way of being able to think but it also allowed his abductors to think that he had given up which was a lie.

The man had let his hands roam from Yuri’s lower part towards his chest. When he reached the boy`s chest he harshly tweaked one of Yuri’s nipples to try to get a reaction out of Yuri. Needless to say; Yuri didn’t make a sound. He just bit his lip harshly to keep the sound in and not let the man know that he felt pain. The man continued to let his hands roam Yuri’s body until he reach Yuri’s ass.

When he reached Yuri’s ass he harshly pulled apart Yuri’s buttocks and trust one finger into Yuri’s sanctum just as harshly as he handled the rest of Yuri’s body. He wiggled that finger a little before he removed that finger altogether then he just thrust his penis in not caring about hurting Yuri. That had caused Yuri to yell out in pain. What Yuri found was that no matter how many times this happened he always felt the pain of the entrance into his sanctum.

That yelp had caused the rapist to chuckle. He loved causing the boy pain. It added to his pleasure. That yelp had caused him to thrust up into Yuri harder and deeper hoping to cause the pain to increase. He was disappointed however when that didn’t work and all he received in answer was a grunt. He tried again with no success. He let his mind turn to other matters that were more pleasant to him and ones that would not require him to think, not that he could think clearly because he was close to his release.

When he did release it was halfway out of Yuri. When he released his semen had not only entered Yuri partly but because he also released halfway out his semen was splattered on Yuri’s ass and balls. To put it simply, the area around Yuri’s anatomy was covered in semen as well as his inner sanctum.

When the man had pulled out all the way and had made sure that he was decent a few minutes later; he told Yuri that he was not done with him. While he was saying this he was walking toward the door. When he opened the door he admitted the two guards at the door in. It was their turn to have Yuri. Unlike their boss they didn’t touch Yuri’s body They just took positions where they wanted to be pleasured. One of them lined his cock up with Yuri’s semen dripping entrance. The other stuffed his cock down Yuri’s throat. They just thrust into Yuri looking for their release from their captive. The man who first raped Yuri stood to the side watching and enjoying the show.

When the guards had found their release they climbed off of Yuri and off the bed. They stood at the foot of the bed with their penises hanging out admiring what they did. Yuri had his face covered in semen from the guard who plundered his mouth with his penis. Yuri’s lower half was messier than before. What the semen between Yuri’s legs hid was the rawness of the skin around his puckered hole.

When the men had finished observing their handiwork they turned to their boss who was also watching Yuri. Randy took great pleasure in seeing Yuri’s body abused, especially if it was someone else doing it. Turning to his guards he nodded glancing quickly at the guards dicks hanging out still. He informed the guards to clean themselves up then to move Yuri back to his prison room. He also informed them to join him in his office when they were done. He left when he finished delivering his orders.

When the door closed the guards looked at each other than the body on the bed. They like their boss took pleasure in raping the boy on the bed. Talking silently they agreed that the boss had said that they were to clean up their messes and take the boy back to his prison room, but the boss had not said that they could not have another round of pleasure…their pleasure. When the had agreed they turned to the bed and climbed up and proceeded to do as they planned take their pleasure or rather rape their captive again. When they were satisfied they did as their boss said. They cleaned up the semen from their penises and tucked their penises away. They then, proceeded to take Yuri back to his prison, and then they finally joined their boss in his office like they were ordered.

Wolfram’s dream ended there. He jolted up in bed with a look of horror on his face. He sat there stare at the wall but seeing nothing but Yuri being raped over and over. He sat there for a few more minutes, then in a daze stood up and walked to the king’s private bath chambers where he turned on the water letting it run, yet still staring at nothing. Greta took that moment to walk in, followed by Lady Cheri. She was shocked to see her youngest in that state.

Lady Cheri and Greta shared a look of confusion between the two of them. Softly approaching her son she reached out tentatively to touch him when he suddenly jerked under her hand. Blinking rapidly Wolfram looked around quickly before his gaze landed on his mother and his daughter who each had an expression of confusion. Lady Cheri decided to break the silence.

“Wolfram what is wrong” she asked in a whisper afraid to scare him if she spoke louder. Wolfram answered her in a distant voice “nothing mother.”

Neither believed him. They could tell that something was wrong but, try as they might they didn’t get anything out of him. When he had answered his mother he had then turned around and washed his face with cold water. That seemed to help him a little. After that was done he put a fake smile on his face and asked the two ladies if they wanted him to escort them to breakfast. While it was earlier than usual, breakfast was being made because the maids were used to the royal family not getting any sleep during the night and then getting up a the crack of dawn, which is what time it was now. The sun was slowing rising as Wolfram, Greta and Lady Cheri headed down to breakfast, in silence all the way. That is not to say that Greta and Lady Cheri didn’t try for conversation with a brooding Wolfram the practice was useless.