A/N: This story was originally written for the sensory overload challenge at Iyhedonism on livejournal, this first chapter was for the prompt 'Sight'. The story is set in a similar to canon universe in which Sango didn't live through Kohaku's possession and Kohaku did live and joins the Inutachi. To taunt Kohaku, Naraku resurrected Sango, and uses her like a puppet. He also uses her for his own sexual perversion, cause come on, its Naraku. Also I'd like to thank Dusty_evals for reading this over for me. :D

Light danced across her impassive face, a resurrected puppet for Naraku's own nefarious purposes. Kagura watched the way Naraku's tentacles slid across Sango's tanned skin, tracing old and new scars with a sadistic smile. He loved to fuck Sango and make Kagura watch; she wasn't sure why. Naraku slid a tentacle up Sango's leg which she readily moved to allow him entrance. Sango was little more than a doll, with her dull sightless eyes. She made Kagura sick.

Naraku must have sensed her revulsion, and an evil smile pulled at his lips.

"Kagura, come here."

She wanted to tell him to go fuck off, but instead she glared at him defiantly as she strode over to kneel beside the partially naked and splayed form of Sango.

"What?" She said with defiance.

"What do you think of Sango?" Naraku said coolly.

'She's nothing but a meat puppet; I could create the same thing with my dance of the dead.'

"Why do you care what I think?"

Naraku chuckled, "Kagura, I want you to pleasure Sango for me."

Kagura narrowed defiant eyes at Naraku, but moved towards Sango.

Sango lay bare breasted, her chest rising and falling with each breath. Her eyes stared blankly, no expression crossed them. 'What's Naraku getting at? Sick Bastard.'

"What are you waiting for, Kagura?" Naraku taunted.

So that was it, he was testing her. Well, it didn't make any difference to her. She wasn't going to get any response out of Sango either way. She was damned if she did; damned if she didn't. That was probably his intention from the beginning.

Sango reached out and grabbed Kagura's hand, hanging lifelessly at her side. Sango guided her to grab hold of her full breast. Kagura stared in confusion, why was she doing that; this woman had no free will. Unaware of her hesitance, Sango led Kagura to explore her athletic body, her full breasts, and the gentle curve of her hips.

Sango opened her yukata, fully exposing her patch of curls. She guided Kagura's hand down. Kagura had to admit, she'd never touched another woman but the experience was a little thrilling; even if it was a dance coordinated to the tune Naraku played. Kagura plunged a finger into Sango, at Sango's silent insistence. Soon she was pleasing this other woman as she would please herself. Sango bucked to meet her hand, while Naraku watched the pair of them with accessing red eyes. The more excited Sango became, the more Kagura found she was lost in the motions, until Sango was cumming onto her hand. Kagura was surprised to find herself aroused as well.

"You liked that, Kagura?" Naraku taunted, "Sango, why don't you give Kagura her turn." Sango sat up, before crawling towards Kagura. Kagura had seen Naraku's strings in every movement she made. No matter how realistic he made her, she was still little more than a puppet. But for a moment, Kagura had hoped otherwise.