Disclaimer: Ok my first Yugioh fan fiction and hopefully not my last. BEFORE YOU START READING THERE ARE SOMETHINGS YOU NEED TO BE TOLD! Everything is different, there are no duel master cards or duel disks. There are no millennium items or shadow games and Yami isn't a 5000 year old pharaoh. Marik isn't evil and he doesn't have his creepy dark side. This fan fic like all my others came to me after reading several other Yugioh fics and a dream I had, be warned there is rape, swearing and some mild horror. But I hope you enjoying reading it nonetheless. OCC behaviour and couples are as followed: Yami/Ishizu, Yugi/ Rebecca, Serenity/ Duke, Joey/Kaiba. (Shudders at the last pairing.)

Another quick thing. The mistreatment of women appals and sickens me. Such as women being sold into prostitution to pay off family debts, being used as playthings for other people's amusement, women being used as hostages, assaulted, raped, stalked, murdered and underage girls being sold off to men for money. Any man who sexually assaults a woman should be castrated as death is just giving them a quick way out, it's better to have them live the rest of their lives knowing they can never have sex again.

But that's just my opinion.

"Speech"

'Thought'

"Communications"

Ishizu's' Angel.

"Ishizu, baby. How's about you and I go spend the night at my house? Or we could break-in the back seat of my new truck?" that was the annoying voice of one Tristan Taylor, the school's football captain and quarterback as he wrapped an arm around Ishizu Ishtar's shoulder.

"You are aware of how much I despise jocks don't you? And that my brothers are both police officers?" Ishizu asked reaching into her bag for her can of mace. "I don't plan on giving up my virginity to the likes of you,"

"Aaaw, don't say that babe. You should be honoured to be asked out by me, every other girl in the school would give up their underwear to get with me," Tristan said wrapping his other arm around her waist.

"That just shows how desperate they are. But I'm not like that," Ishizu replied, blushing scarlet when she felt his hands touching her breast through her uniform. "How dare you!"

Slamming her heel down on his foot, Tristan howled in pain and released Ishizu only to get blinded by pepper spray making him stubble in agony as his eye's felt like they were on fire.

"You bitch! No one rejects me!" Tristan shouted, only to have his threat fall on deaf ears as she had already bolted out of the school yard.

After 20 minutes of running Ishizu stopped to catch her breath. Other students asking her out was a usual thing for her, after all she was one of the most beautiful girls in Forrester High school. But she refused them straight out, knowing all they wanted was to get into her panties. Most of the girls thought sex was a way to get more attention, Ishizu on the other hand wanted more than just meaningless sex. She wanted a proper relationship with romance and love and it was so hard to find a guy how didn't drool over her amazing hour glass figure or her d-cup breasts and long tanned legs. And it didn't help that the girl's skirts were so short. Looking at her watch she began the trip back home wait for her brothers Marik and Odion to finish their shift at the station. Ever since their parents were killed by a bank robber her Marik and Odion joined the police force to keep the streets safe so no one else would have to go through the pain they felt. She was almost home when a pair GMC TopKick C4500 trucks came barrelling down the road behind her, they both stopped and one of the passengers from the second truck hopped out and whacked her on the back of her head, knocking her out. The last thing she saw was Tristan Taylor grinning from behind his swollen red eyes.

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When she finally regained consciousness her mind realised several things: 1, everything was dark, so she was either in a place that had no light or something was covering her eyes, preventing her from seeing anything. 2, she couldn't seem to move her hands to remove the obstruction from her eyes as she felt something distinctly leather around her wrists, keeping her arms held behind her back. 3, something was strapped around her head holding a ball with holes in her mouth so she couldn't talk. 4, she could feel thick leather straps holding each leg together but she could still move them apart. And 5, wherever she was it was damp and smelly. Obviously Tristan's buddies had knocked her out, kidnapped her and tied her up and all she could do was sit wherever she was and wait. Fortunately she didn't have to wait long, minutes or so after she had woken up she heard obnoxious male chuckling as she tied to feel herself.

"Don't waste your time bitch, you're not leaving until we pay you back for what you did to our buddy Tristan," someone sniggered.

"Yeah, it wasn't nice to spray him with pepper spray like that, you're lucky he can still see," another added.

"But before he comes back we've been told to make sure you're dressed properly," a third said, as she felt her uniform blouse being ripped open. "Holy shit, she's stacked,"

Next she could feel a cold knife slicing her bra in half letting her breasts spill free. She heard perverted chuckling as she felt her skirt and panties being ripped off her body leaving her completely exposed. Tears began welling in her eyes as something smooth was rubbed against her core, whatever it was it was vibrating and making her wet before it was shoved in not-so-gently breaking her maiden head causing her to scream through the gag. More chuckling was heard followed someone placing duck tape on her thighs to keep the vibrator inside her, then she felt it being turned to maximum vibration making her twitch in unwanted pleasure.

"Hey Tristan, she's already for you," a fourth guy said.

"All you had to do was go out with me but no, you had to give me a face full of pepper spray. Too bad, now you just have to sit there and take what we give you. But don't worry, we won't fuck you just yet, first you're gonna have to suck our cocks like a good little bitch," Tristan taunted maliciously. "Otherwise that pretty body of your won't be so pretty anymore. And we're also taping this, so once this is over you'll have to do as we tell you, that is if you don't want everyone in school to see you like this,"

Ishizu squeaked in surprise as a pair of hands fondled her breasts, pinching her nipples and tugging on them making her moan through the gag. She could hear the other men chuckling at her attempts to break away as tears fell down her face in streams. This wasn't how she wanted someone to be touching her, sure she wouldn't mind letting a guy touch her if she was in love with him. After Tristan had finished with her breast she felt the gag being removed from her mouth only to be replaced with his throbbing and fully erect member, which he began to thrust in and out while keeping his hands on her head.

"Oh yeah, this is fucking great. Now this is all a bitch like you is good for," Tristan groaned, pulling harshly at her hair. "Use your tongue bitch!"

"Fuck man this is really great footage," a fifth guy groaned, obviously the one recording the whole thing.

After another 20 minutes of thrusting in and out of her mouth Tristan pinched her nose closed as he came in her mouth, forcing her to swallow his warm thick load, she screamed around his member as the vibrator brought her own orgasm. Only after she had swallowed his entire load did he remove his member only to have it replaced by another.

"Don't think this'll stop anytime soon, you've got five more cocks to suck on before we move on fucking you up the ass," Tristan taunted as the other's laughed along with him.

"I'm afraid I can't allow this distasteful and immoral act to continue any longer!" came a strong gentle voice, that radiated anger.

"Who the fuck do you think you are asshole! We say when we're finished with this bitch!"

Whoever was thrusting in her mouth removed his member, but Ishizu was too weak to talk or acknowledge her rescuer.

"You all shall now pay for what you have done here! JUSTICE BE DONE!"

The last thing she heard before she passed out again, was screams of absolute horror and anguish.

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Consciousness played at the edges of her mind bringing Ishizu out of her dreamless slumber. She expected to be exactly where she had passed out, tied up, gagged and covered in cold cum, instead she felt warm and comfortable with the sound of the ocean in her ears. Slowly peeling her eyes open she found herself staring at a white ceiling, at first she thought she was in a hospital but the sound of the ocean and softness of whatever she was laying on convinced her otherwise. Looking around she discovered her surroundings were something from a travel brochure for an island getaway, like a hut. Everything looked to be made from bamboo stalks except the extremely comfortable bed she was on and through the door she could see an expanse of beach and ocean past a line tropical island trees. Suddenly remembered what Tristan and his buddies had done Ishizu bolting into a sitting position causing a white sheet to fall off her, revealing her to be clothed in a white dress that left her tanned arms bare. (A/N: similar to the one she wore in the Battle city duels only shorter.)

"Ah I see you're awake," it was the same strong gentle voice, this time void of any anger only a calmly peace.

Snapping her head to the right Ishizu gazed upon an amazingly handsome man around her age with red and gold hair that seemed to defy gravity and piercing red eyes, wearing a pair of dark blue faded board shorts and black tank top under an unbuttoned vest. She tried to ask who he was but found no sounds would come from her mouth.

"Don't try to speak just yet, I already know who you are," he said kindly, holding up her student ID. "My name is Yami Matsuro, I rescued you the other day. Do you remember what happened?"

She shook her head to say 'no'.

"I'm not surprised. It was very traumatic for you, sometimes a person's subconscious will block out the memory until the mind is ready to accept what happened. Your voice should also return in time, so until then you can stay here until you're fully healed," he told her. "And to answer your next question, this is my island. You're safe here and I suppose you what to know more about me?"

She nodded her head.

"I'll tell you more eventually, how about something to eat? You must be hungry after sleeping for two days," he suggested, receiving his answered as her stomach growled making her blush. "I'll take that as a yes. You can explore if you want while I prepare you something, and don't worry about wandering too far I can easily find you,"

As he disappeared through a door of hanging beads Ishizu decided to further take in her surroundings, pushing the sheet down to her knees she carefully slid her legs off the bed so her feet could touch soft circular rug, also discovering her new dress stopped just above her knees. Looking back towards the kitchen to make sure Yami wasn't peeking she quickly checked under the dress to find herself braless, she also felt a warm draft between her legs telling her she didn't have any panties on either. Her school uniform was most likely ripped up when Tristan's buddies were undressing her but because of the blindfold she didn't know for sure. Shaking her head to rid herself of those terrible memories Ishizu slowly padded across the wooden floor hoping she could make a run for it before she was caught.

"Ishizu, I've finished preparing your meal," Yami informed, pushing the beads aside as to not ruin his hard work and placing the plate on the table behind the bed. "Is something wrong?"

Since she couldn't answer him directly Ishizu slowly backed up towards the door, a look of fear on her face.

"Please, you have nothing to fear from me. Granted you were sexually assaulted by other men but I assure you I mean no harm, it is against my nature to hurt women and I promise to take you back home once you are fully healed," Yami said, a wave of calmness rolling off him.

For some reason Ishizu felt she could trust this man's words, he wasn't looking at her like most boys in her school did by staring at her chest, legs or backside in lust and depraved hunger. Instead he looked her in the eyes and what she found in his was something she thought she'd never see in a boy's eyes, warmth and kindness. All the fear and sadness she felt from the harrowing experience finally caught up as she ran into his arms with tears streaming down her face, clutching at his vest and sobbing just like when her parents died. She barely felt a pair of arms encircle her shaking form as Yami comfortingly stroked her hair and whispered reassuring words in her ear.

"Shh, it's alright Ishizu, just let it out. You're safe here, shh. You have nothing to be afraid of. Cry as long as you want, I'm here for you," he whispered, slowly rocking her.

'Why am I doing this? Why do I feel like I can trust him so readily? Why does he even care what happened to me?' she wondered as her sobs and tears slowly receded.

"There now, do you feel better after that?" he asked, receiving a nod against his chest. "There's no reason to feel embarrassed about crying like that, you have every reason to feel afraid,"

Lifting her head off his chest Ishizu slowly brought her eyes to meet his warm and caring features, she only wished she could thank him properly but her voice still refused to surface.

"Don't try and force it, your voice will return on its own. Now come, your food is ready," he said directing her to the table.

Pulling out one of the two chairs allowed her to sit then spread a napkin over her lap just like at some restaurants before taking the seat across from her. Her eyes widened at the small meal on her plate, she had no idea how he managed to make grilled lemon herb salmon and salad so quickly but her stomach didn't care at the moment, it just demanded the food she was practically drooling over. Grabbing the knife and fork she eagerly dug in, savouring every bit of flavour that rolled over her tongue, quietly moaning in appreciation.

"I take it you're enjoying your lunch?" Yami asked, chuckling when she elatedly nodded her head. "That's good. I'll just get you a glass of water,"

Once her stomach had been filled to its satisfaction Ishizu sat at the table while Yami went back into the kitchen to clean her plate, wondering where her dress had come from and who dressed her. She remembered being covered in sweat from the unwanted pleasure she was feeling from the intruding vibrator Tristan's buddies had shoved inside her, but she felt clean when she had woken up. So unless there was someone else living nearby she could only assume it was Yami who had cleaned her up and dressed her while she was unconscious. Yet for some reason she didn't seem too worried about him seeing her naked, as she had been wearing nothing but her birthday suit when he rescued her. She was so caught up in her internal deliberations she didn't hear him walk up to the table.

"Ishizu," he said softly, bringing her out of her pondering. "Now that you've eaten, perhaps you'd like to go for a walk outside. I'd like to show you more of where I live,"

She considered agreeing when she remembered she had no underwear under her dress. How could she make him understand that when her voice refused to work? Standing up she pointed down the dress hoping he'd comprehend what she was trying to tell him.

"Huh? Is there something under your dress?" he asked, raising an eyebrow when she shook her head. Suddenly realisation dawned on him. "Oh, I'm sorry but I don't have any women's underwear for you to wear. I live here alone so I have no use for it. When I rescued you your underwear was in shreds. That dress used to be my mothers' before I came here, I'm glad it was your size but I do have some things you can wear outside,"

Blinking in confusion Ishizu watched Yami dash away then returned a few minutes later with a large sun hat and sandals.

"You shouldn't go outside without something to protect you from the sun," he explained, placing the hat over her head. "It looks good on you,"

She blushed at the complement then rested against the table as he bent down to help her into the sandals. Every brush of his fingers over her skin sent pleasant shivers up her spine she wished he wouldn't stop. She had a strong feeling he wasn't just playing so he could rape her once her guard was down, the look she saw in his eyes earlier told her she'd be able to trust him.

"Now once we're outside I want you to stay with me alright. You can easily get lost on an island of this size," Yami warned, taking her hand and leading her out the door.

Disclaimer: Well that's it for chapter 1, I hope you enjoyed reading every bit of this fan fic, except the rape parts of course you shouldn't have enjoyed that. If you're wondering how Yami and Ishizu got to an island from the city, it will be explained in the following chapters. Comments and suggestions are welcome, flames are treated as constructive criticism unless I find them really offensive. So leave a review and I'll get back to you in chapter 2.