A/N: I do not own Manfred von Karma or Miles Edgeworth, worse luck; they belong to CAPCOM. The plot, however, is mine.

XXXXXXXXXXXXXXX

The beginning of von Karma's enslavement of twenty year old Miles.

XXXXXXXXXXXXXXX

Nasty stuff. Manfred is definitely one sick and twisted bastard! Von Karma's speaking and thinking parts from hereonin will be in German and I'll put that in when I have them translated. I wanted to get this up as soon as I could since its been far too long since I posted a chapter of anything or a oneshot.

Von Karma is a dominant personality and he likes to dominate which is what he does here with Miles. He intermittently uses Miles' name and boy when referring to him for the simple reason that he's both rewarding, and punishing, him when necessary: rewarding him when he's pleased by referring to him by name and punishing him by calling him boy when he's not happy with him. He's building him up to be obedient by tearing him down. Pretty freakin' twisted.

Thanks to my readers and all those who have favourited, reviewed, story alerted, favourite author or author alerted me. I appreciate it more than I can say! :)

Thanks to Pearls1990 for her AWESOME betareading skills! Thanks bunches! :)

Thank you also to Tilea, whose review was instrumental in breaking the damn wb I'd been experiencing! Thank you! :)

Extra EXTRA Special thanks to my beloved husband, DezoPenguin, for all his help, support, advice, nagging (when necessary) and encouragement! I appreciate it more than I can say! Love you!

Comments are appreciated and welcome! :) *I'll probably change some things at some point; always room for improvement! :) *

Also posted to dA.

Note: The title of this chapter is Interlude 1: Manfred: The Pleasure... And The Pain but it didn't fit on the title line so I shortened it to Pleasure And Pain for this reason.

Rated Mature, male/male relationships, Rape/Physical & Emotional Abuse, Angst/Hurt/Comfort, Phoenix & Edgeworth
XXXXXXXXXXXXXXX

October 28th
Munich, Germany
Von Karma's secret basement room
8 P.M.

The night was cold and windy, crackling leaves scattering in its wake. There was faint light from the thin slice of moon that hung low in the velvety black sky that cast an ethereal shroud over the area. All was dark and quiet though, in one house, there was activity in a secret room in the basement. Thick crimson curtains shielded the windows though a faint glow, from lit candles in silver candelabras placed around the room, cast a warm glow, shadows dancing on all four stone walls.

There were two figures in the room: a tall older man dressed in black leather and a much younger man, dark grey hair spilling over his face as he knelt with head bowed. He was on his knees on the hard, wooden table, bound, blindfolded and gagged, his wrists tied tightly to his ankles with straps of black leather of various sizes. Manfred slowly circled around the table itself, his eyes narrowed lewdly, his tongue slowly traveling over his lips. He held a black leather riding crop tightly in his left hand, the fingers of his right carefully tracing the forest of red welts that crisscrossed the younger man's lily white skin.

The helpless bound pawn twitched, muffled mewls of pain sounds emanating from behind the ball gag that was stuffed into his mouth. His fingertips twitched as he felt his mentor's finger slide over the welts left by the riding crop. His skin was on fire and, everywhere his mentor touched, it left a pleasurable sting in its wake. His ears strained to hear the words that his mentor was saying...

"Beautiful, my dearest, simply beautiful," Von Karma said with a salacious purr, his finger digging slightly into the reddened skin, prompting a muffled wail from the boy as he turned his head in the direction of the sound of his voice. "Such a beautiful boy... So obedient..." With a smart flick of his wrist, Manfred flicked the head of the crop against his left buttock, prompting him to wiggle his hips in a most pleasing manner. "So pliable..." He flicked the head of the riding crop against his right buttock and was satisfied that the boy had the same response. "So lovely..." He dragged the head of the riding crop over the boy's bottom, following it down until it slid tenderly over his testicles, prompting more moans and wiggling. "So pleasing..."

Manfred closed his eyes for a moment, savoring his slave's delicious responses to the kiss of the leather before he drew back his arm and let it fall on the boy's unprotected sacs. The boy screeched through the gag, pleading for him to stop but Manfred rained even more blows down on him until he stopped wailing, tears pouring down his face.

"Screaming is weakness, boy," he grated out in a guttural voice, leaning forward and grabbing on to one of the reddened sacs and squeezing as hard as he could, prompting more wails and muffled pleas to stop which he ignored. "The sooner that you learn that, the better off you'll be." He smiled grimly as Miles tried top free himself from his grip but was unable to and he increased the pain until he stopped moving, his screams dying away into hiccuping breaths.

Manfred let him go and his body slumped down in relief. However, he could see the muscles in his back straining, uncertain as to when, or where, the next blow would come. He smiled as he leaned over the bound boy, licking the outer shell of his ear with short, quick licks that he knew, from the experience he'd gleaned from the last eight months of his training, would reduce the boy into a quivering lustful state.

"I can be merciful, Miles," he whispered into his ear, "and I can give you the pleasure I know that you actively seek." He chuckled. "All you have to do is be obedient." His arm reared back, driving the head of the crop into the boy's ass, penetrating him violently. Miles groaned in mingled pleasure and pain as Manfred did so, moving it in and out of him quick and hard, leaving the boy panting and wanting more.

So predictable but so delicious, too... This beautiful boy is mine to do with as I please. He looked down at the quivering form on the table before him and continued to take him with the crop; he noted that Miles' hips were now pushing back, trying to take more of the crop inside of him, muffled moans pouring from his mouth. He does whatever it is I wish... and all for the pleasure that I give him. He chuckled mirthlessly as he brought Miles to quick orgasm and he slumped down, breathing hard, semen pooling on the table underneath where he knelt.

"Very good, Miles," he purred as he slowly stepped back and looked at his naked, quivering slave with aroused amusement, feeling his erection throbbing painfully against his trousers, "and now, my child, its time for your reward." He put the crop down on the small table to the left, unbuckled his belt and wrapped it around his left hand while he undid his trousers with his right. He moaned slightly as he felt the soft fabric sliding down his flesh and he stepped quickly out of them.

"Take the pleasure, and the pain, that I offer," he murmured and with a loud grunt, he drove his hardness deep into Miles' bottom, grabbing on to the reddened flesh with trembling fingers, enjoying his slave over and over and over again. He whipped the boy with the leather belt until he was moaning uncontrollably, driving himself back when his master thrust forward and taking his staff even deeper into his body as he did so.

He could almost see the twisted lustful grimace on the boy's face as he pleasured him, could all but feel the boy's passion rise with every stroke and he knew it wouldn't be long until he came again; with his own climax so close, it wouldn't do for the slave to come before the master so he slowed his thrusts down, accentuating every thrust with a blow from the belt, landing on his unprotected flesh with a loud cracking noise. He was rewarded with a muffled grunt of pain from the quailing body underneath him that jumped in surprise and guilty, lustful wanting.

Von Karma knew the boy intimately after months of training. He knew that he felt sick with his own desire and wanted to please his master no matter how dirty it made him feel afterward and it pleased him that he was both master and monster to his willing slave. It also pleased von Karma that he strove to please him in all matters and to carry on his methods in the courtroom of which he was already making a name for himself as one of the youngest prosecuting attorneys in Germany.

All to the better, he thought with undisguised pleasure as he drove himself deeper and deeper into the boy whose moans and grunts were becoming louder and more desperate as he inched ever closer to climax and one that his master was determined to draw out until he was satisfied. The boy will become a great prosecutor one day and the Von Karma name will become known, and feared, in legal circles. He chuckled as he leaned back and closing his eyes, enjoying the tightness of Miles' bottom. We will go far, slave, you and I and the name of your father will never cross your lips again; I'll make certain of it. This last thought put him over the edge and he screamed in pleasure as he came, driving himself deeper with every wave of orgasm that erupted from him, falling over the boy's back with his head lying on his shoulder, breathing hard.

He could feel Miles squirming underneath him and he knew that the boy wanted to come but he would only do so in his good time and pleasure, not the boy's. He licked Miles' sweaty flesh with appreciative strokes, enjoying the salty taste as he caught his breath.

In a moment of perverse wantonness, he bit the reddened flesh near his slave's shoulder blades, smiling wolfishly as he felt the boy's overheated and sensitive flesh twitch underneath his teeth. Muffled moans poured from his mouth as his twitching increased; he knew the boy was begging for release and he decided to give it to him. His hand wandered over his flesh until he touched his throbbing erection and, with a few quick, hard strokes, he felt Miles' body tense underneath him until, with a muffled scream, he came again, shooting cum on the top of the table on which he knelt.

Manfred waited until his breathing returned to normal, a pleased smile spreading over his face.

We will go far, boy, you and I... He looked down on the turned face of his slave, his skin flushed as he panted with delicious passion. In all ways...

He couldn't help gloating over this beautiful boy that he, himself, had taken under his wing and trained to his satisfaction. Eight months had passed since that time and the boy instinctively wanted to please and he used this to his advantage, taking what he wanted from him and making the boy want more of the same perversities that he, himself, enjoyed. The boy was so eager to do his bidding, both in the bedroom and out of it as well; what a feeling of power to have such a beautiful young man at his beck and call, eager and indeed willing to do anything he pleased, no matter how perverse it might be.

He couldn't wait to see where they would go next. Perhaps he would invite some of his closer colleagues to the basement to enjoy his pliable slave; he'd seen some of them casting hungry glances at him, both male and female alike, and the thought pleased him. He would enjoy watching Miles panting like a bitch in heat as both men and women enjoyed him...

His lip curled. What do you think now, Gregory? I've taken your precious son and made him enjoy the rape of his own body. He chuckled mirthlessly as he saw Miles' body twitch again as another tremor surged through him. What do you think of that now? What do you think of him?

A wicked thrill flowed through him and he couldn't help but smile at the thought as he looked down at his slave.