Kyoka's Torture Chapter 1:

Natsu slowly opened his eyes. His body was still thawing from having been frozen solid by Silver's ice magic

"Dammit," he whispered. How could he have let himself be defeated so easily? And why did that bastard smell so much like Gray?

Unresolved questions still plagued his mind, however, there was a more pressing question…

"Where the hell am I?"

Fully awoken now, Natsu took in his surroundings. In front of him was a dank chamber. Mortared bricks made up the walls and domed ceiling. On the edges of this prison were shelves, lined with wax candles of various sizes. They were all lit and burning, providing the only light in this otherwise dark tomb. A single cell door was fixated at the opposite end.

Natsu attempted to look behind him, but as he struggled he soon realized his body was held in place. Natsu's arms were high above his head, his wrists pinned together by brace, which was itself chained to the ceiling. His ankles were donned in a similar fashion, forcing Natsu to stand with his legs apart indefinitely. Looking down at them, he saw that his sandals were missing. Not only that, but his scarf too! The sandals were one thing, but the scarf was the only physical remembrance he had left of Igneel!

"Hey, you bastards! Gimme back my scarf!"

Using his Dragon Slayer lungs, Natsu's voice roared. It echoed through the cell, down the halls of the corridor, and could surely have been heard through the confines of the castle.

Footsteps were coming now, and Natsu scowled. He would soon be face to face with one of the Tartaros fiends.

The cell door across from Natsu began to slowly open. From the shadows behind, a strange figure emerged. The woman walked in, stepping forward with legs similar to an ancient reptile or bird. With every step her large talons scraped the brick floors, creating an unsettling sound. Despite this she walked gracefully. Her arms swayed elegantly, and her bell sleeves fluttered magically, complete contrast to the horrific hands underneath. Her hands resembled that of a knight's metal gauntlet, though her fingers were abnormally long, angular, and sharp. The butt and bust of her body was accentuated by a skin tight deep purple suit, revealing her cleavage, ass, and garter. She donned a light purple striped cape coat with a high collar; the same material her bell sleeves were made of. But what was most disturbing to Natsu, was the helmet that she wore. This unique metal helmet covered her entire head and was completed with a dominatrix style mask. A mask which covered the majority of her face; dark lips, and piercing blue eyes were all that could be seen. From the sides of the helmet, dark green feather like hairs swayed out, making her look even more aviary in nature. All in all, she was unnaturally and demonically beautiful.

Natsu refused to show any sign of fear and questioned, "Who the hell are you?!"

The woman closed the cell door and faced Natsu. Her coy smiled caused him to shudder a bit.

"My name is Kyoka. Goddess of the Slave Planet, and one of the 9 Demon Gates of Tartaros."

Her voice was light and sultry, lifting at the ends of her sentences. She spoke too calmly for being in front of her enemy, and this further angered Natsu. She was underestimating him!

"I don't know what your plan is, but you just made the biggest mistake of your life!"

Natsu would use his magic to break free from these shackles and take down this demon. After all, he still had to find and rescue Erza. Time was of the essence.

"Fire Dragon's Wing Attack!"

Natsu used his full force to break the chains, but it was to no avail. No fire left the fire mage's arms. Natsu tried again and again, but he couldn't summon any flames! The shackles simply shook and rattled from the struggling, and he was still left there helpless.

"Kekeke," Kyoka chuckled, "These chains are made with an anti-magic alloy. As long as they are bound to you, you cannot use magic." Her eyes flashed. "You're trapped, fairy."

Natsu, in respect to his character, refused to listen. He couldn't afford to give up. If only he could gather some power he could melt these chains! He had to try harder!

"Fire Dragon's Sword Ho–"

Kyoka rushed forward and clamped Natsu's cheeks together with her claws, cutting him off.

"Don't shout like that," she warned.

She released him, and both of them met with glaring eyes.

"There is something I want to ask you. Where is Jellal?"

"What do you bastards want with Jellal?!"

Kyoka gave a sly smile, "That is none of your concern."

"Well, I don't know where he is. And if I did, I sure as hell wouldn't tell you, bird lady!"

"So, you're going to play the same game as your friend?" Kyoka smiled even more, baring her fangs with delight. "Alright. Let's play!"

Kyoka's body began to glow in a mystical green mist. It wafted in the air like a flame. Natsu, admittedly, was slightly intimidated. He struggled against the chains to get away from the demon, but still he couldn't move.

"Huh?" Natsu noticed that beads of sweat started to drip down his face. Natsu gulped and clenched his teeth. His body was starting to feel very odd.

Kyoka took a couple steps back. "My curse manipulates a person's sensations," she stated in her sultry voice. "Right now, you're extremely sensitive to pain."

The demon extended one of her metal claw-like fingers, and it began to shape-shift. The claw elongated, becoming sharper and more flexible, spiraling towards the ground. Kyoka threw her arm back, and then towards the chained Natsu. She used her newly created weapon as a whip, striking the sensually enhanced fire mage.

"Ahhh! AHHHHH!" Natsu threw his head back and involuntarily yelled out in agony. This pain was unlike anything he had ever experienced.

The sound of his voice made Kyoka's body tingle.

"Let's do this. Tell me where Jellal is, and you can have your precious Erza back. Otherwise, I'll keep playing with her. Just like what I'm doing to you." Kyoka bargained, though she sadistically hoped for more fun.

"I don't know where Jellal is." Natsu spoke slowly through struggled breaths. "Release Erza! What have you done to her!?"

Kyoka frowned. At the very least, she had to feign discontent. "Tell me."

Goddess of the Slave Planet. It was a fitting title for her. She took her whip and struck at her slave again and again and again. Through the screams, she aimed for his legs, thighs, chest, arms and neck. She sliced away at his clothing. Natsu's clothes fell around his feet in tatters, leaving him bare. Insects were not worthy of clothing, after all.

After her attack, Kyoka had expected a bloody mess. But Natsu's body was barely covered in red marks. He must have been more durable than Kyoka expected, and through her mask she scanned his body with her piercing eyes.

From the candlelight, Natsu's body glistened with sweat. His arms were strong and defined, lifted up to show his naked armpits. His chest was perfect, and his nipples hardened from the cold chamber. His abs were chiseled and sculpted. A pink trail started underneath his belly button, making its way down to his pubic region. His thighs were thick and muscular. In-between them his manhood was hung low. Though flaccid, he was still an impressive size. With the body of an athlete, Kyoka couldn't help but blush.

Natsu's face was still grimaced. It was clear that the pain had not yet subsided.

"Release Erza, you bitch!"

Eyes flashing, Kyoka stepped forward and backhanded the fairy. Natsu's jaws clenched. He didn't want to scream, but it felt like the whole side of his face had been torn off!

"It's Kyoka!" She sneered. "Bitch!"

Though he was looking at her with hatred in his eyes, Kyoka admired Natsu's handsome face. "You should treat your superior with more respect, worm!" She stomped and dug into Natsu's foot with her talons, causing him to scream out.

"But don't worry. We have plenty of time to learn." She now was running her claws through Natsu's pink pretty hair. "As I already told you, my curse manipulates your senses."

Natsu's body was beginning to feel strange again.

Kyoka got close to Natsu's ear, and whispered to him. Her voice sounding even more erotic than before.

"I can make you feel pain, or pleasure."