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Cop's Wife, Criminals' Cumdumpster	By : ZeroTheDominant Category: Naruto AU/AR > General Views: 41187 -:- Recommendations : 4 -:- Currently Reading : 4
Disclaimer: Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto. I make no profit off the creation of this work.

Chapter List
- 1-Of Old Friends and Scores to Settle
- 2-What Goes Around Cums Around: Teaser
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Warnings/Tags: Modern AU (which makes OOC characters), M/F, fingering, oral, double penetration, gangbang, some interracial, non-consensual sex becoming consensual, cuckolding, sweet innocent inexperienced wife turning into depraved cock-loving slut, some racist remarks.

IMPORTANT!: This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author does not condone the described behavior in real life in anyway shape or form.

Brief Author's Note: Make sure to read and review (constructive critiscism, flames, suggestions, ideas... anything really!) and to check the longer author’s note at the end (shouldn’t take you more than two minutes :P)

Cop’s Wife, Criminals’ Cumdupster
by ZeroTheDominant
Chapter One: Of Old Friends and Scores to Settle

Officer Fugaku Uchiha groaned, his eyes starting to open in the completely dark room. He felt a stinging pain in the back of his head, the unmistakable consequence of a well-placed hit that managed to knock him out cold. His thoughts were in disarray and his headache didn’t help things. He tried to touch the wounded spot so he could at least tell how bad the damage was but he found he was bound to a metal chair with strong cords. He struggled but it was no use; if he kept moving he would tip over and hit the ground, and the last thing he wanted in a situation like this was a second blow to the head.

‘A situation like this…’, and just like that reality hit him. Someone captured him and took him prisoner!

The last thing he remembered was that it was Friday, and he was walking towards his car after stopping for some groceries, ready to go meet his wife at one of their “weekend getaways” after a long day at the police station when he felt something hard hitting him in the head. He passed out and now he was here.

‘Attacking a cop in the middle of the street… whoever did this is too stupid or has some serious balls…’

The pain started to become more bearable, making his thoughts become clearer and his training as a police officer kick in. He lamented passing out because he lost the chance to determine what directions the kidnappers took while bringing him here or recognize any sound or landmark that could have helped him pinpoint how far he was from the police station. For now, he had to scan his surroundings for anything that might help him escape or at least give him an idea on where were holding him prisoner.

The room was dark, the only light source coming from the window, the moonlight reflecting from a stainless steel sink. He could make the outline of cupboards and countertops, appliances resting on the latter. The big island on the center of the room and the humming sound of an old fridge told him he was in a kitchen.

Carefully, he tried to shove the chair towards the window, to have a better view of the building’s surroundings. He managed to “walk” the chair a few feet; he already could see a canopy of trees in front of him.

‘Probably a forest, an isolated one for sure,’ he quickly deduced. ‘This is troublesome, help might take a while to arrive…”

“Yo, dude! I would stop that if I were you!” a masculine voice exclaimed.

Not only was his train of thought interrupted, but the unexpected sound managed to scare him enough to make him tip over and land on his side, knocking the wind out of him. The recoil intensified the pain in his head. The other man laughed, and Fugaku could hear the sound of his captor standing up, his footsteps coming towards him. The man briefly stopped to flick a switch and light bathed the kitchen, its brightness stinging Fugaku’s black eyes. A few seconds was all that took for his eyes to adjust to the sudden change and for a pair of feet clad in black boots to appear in front of him. Craning his head slightly he could finally see the man that sat in the darkness with him moments ago.

He was young, probably in his early twenties, about six feet tall, and packed some muscle in his frame. He had a wild look about him thanks to his messy brown hair, sharp black eyes with vertical slit-like pupils (maybe some kind of eye contacts?) and a shit-eating grin that let Fugaku see his pronounced canine teeth. However, the more distinctive feature he had were a pair of red fang tattoos on his cheeks. He was wearing a form fitting white shirt, covered with a black leather jacket with zips over the chest and sleeves, and black pants and boots to match the jacket. He was playing with an expandable baton in his right hand, retracting and expanding the blunt weapon like it was the most fun thing in the world.

Fugaku has seen a lot of punks like this one over his many years of service in the police force. It was obvious he belonged to one of many of Kaminari City’s biker gangs.

This, however, confused him. Over the years he had made a lot of enemies thanks to his job but he couldn’t think of any biker gang who held a grudge so large against him it justified a kidnapping. Sure, he arrested a lot of bikers like this one but never from the same gang. What was the point of this? Was this some part of plan to get some ransom money? Part of him dreaded to think this was an upgrade to one of their “initiation” rituals, the one where the new member had to beat and or kill an innocent pedestrian, only that in this case a cop would be the victim. The morbid thought made him feel sick.

The man saw this and let out another laugh, before looking him in the eyes. He retracted the baton and placed it inside one of his pockets.

“They were right about you Uchiha-san,” the biker said, examining his prisoner, “all silent, calculating, taking into consideration every thought and possibility. In few words, the intelligent man people make out of you.” he walked until he was right behind Fugaku, then he proceeded to grab the back of the chair and put it into an upright position once again, almost effortlessly, “However, they didn’t told me you were so prone to be scared shitless by a mere voice.”

“Anyone can be surprised while bound in a dark room”, Fugaku’s pride said out loud, “How can I be scared of a boy trying to act like a man but who obviously is still latching from his mother’s tit?”

“You’re partially right about that Uchiha-san,” the punk said and Fugaku could almost imagine him smirking. “I spend a lot of time with my mother. She has taught me things; things that have helped me break men like you in the past.” Fugaku was about to retort but the man interrupted him. “You should be scared. Or haven’t you recognized this kitchen yet?” The fallen officer started to scan the room with his eyes and the biker felt a huge delight when he saw the terrified look of his prey.

The room was dark when he awoke but now, with the lights on, Fugaku could recognize the kitchen of the cabin in the woods that he and his sweet Mikoto used as a getaway haven whenever they needed a time for themselves, away from their kids (well, before Itachi had accepted that job overseas and Sasuki had entered that student exchange program in Port Mizu) and the stress of their jobs.

Worst of all, the couple had planned to spend the weekend here, It was Friday night and Mikoto surely was on her way now. They always arrived separately; it made them feel young, like two high-school lovers planning to meet behind their parents’ back. He always arrived first and that gave him time to prepare everything for a weekend they both hoped would be filled with soft, longing caresses and passionate lovemaking. But now…

‘Fuck, fuck, fuck!’

“Ah, there it is!” the man exclaimed exaggeratedly, mocking his prisoner. “The sweet smell of a man about to piss himself! Better not do that though, your wife will be here any minute now and we don’t want to make a mess… yet!”

“You bastard!” Fugaku couldn’t help but shout, his voice filled with rage. He started to trash, to try to shove the chair out of the grip of this monster who wanted to hurt him and the love of his life.

The biker ended it, grabbing Fugaku in a chokehold from behind, his muscled arm quickly preventing air and blood from passing through the police officer's neck. The latter thought that was it, that his life would end right there, but his captor released him after seconds that felt like an eternity to the choking man before letting go after a couple of seconds. Fugaku coughed, his blue face making the biker smile. He had orders to prevent Fugaku from escaping or passing out and he was sure his professionalism would ensure more jobs and a place in his employer's organization.

“No need to lose your temper like that Uchiha-san,” The man whispered next to his ear, “Although it may be my fault really; you have been such a gracious host, inviting me to your little love nest, and I haven’t give you my name yet or my reasons for doing this. Well, let me answer you. My name is Kiba Inuzuka and you are my ticket for a better life.”

“Why so polite? We both know what kind of animals you and your kind are! Why not just finish it right now? Are you not man enough that you have to bring an innocent woman into this?” Fugaku barked.

“You don’t have any friends; you only have your family and you hold in high regards what they think of you.” Kiba started, a malicious glint in his eyes, “Your son and daughter are overseas so they can’t join us here tonight. That leaves that pretty wife of yours. I’m polite because after we are done tonight you'll lose everything, love, respect, braveness... I would be surprised if you manage to get out of here with a single ounce of self-esteem! I’m just trying to show you kindness one last time before everything goes to hell.”

All the speech was lost to Fugaku except for a single thing.

“We?” Just how many fuckers were in this?

Kiba chuckled, “Remember when I said you were my ticket to a better life? Well, it´s the truth. I´m getting tired of my old gang. It was fun for a couple of years but it´s just a dead-end for productivity. Fun is cool but I need money to pay the bills, and I would do anything for that money... I´m sure you know what I´m talking about." But the meaning was lost to Fugaku. Kiba just showed him a feral grin,"Anyways, a friend working for the mind behind this offered me this job. You´re my first and if everything goes alright then I’ll have a permanent job working with this man. The fact that you're a police pig and I love hurting police pig is a happy coincidence. But enough talking, I think it’s time you met them.”

The brown-haired criminal took out a cellphone from one of his pockets and speed dialed someone. There were a couple of seconds of silence before the person picked up.

“What’s up Kibble?” a smooth, masculine voice asked.

“That big mouth of yours will be your ruin, asshole.” Kiba tried to sound offended but he was smiling. To Fugaku it was obvious this was just banter between friends. “That must be the reason the bounty on your head keeps getting bigger.”

“Actually, it’s thanks to Mei Terumi. She was a great lay but she wants a long-term commitment. Crazy bitch can´t handle rejection!" The voice replied, making Kiba chuckle at his friend´s bad luck... and feel a little envious. Mei was one of those women you just looked and your mind couldn't agree what was better: her beautiful face, her firm tits, that perky ass or those killer legs that went on forever.

Fugaku, on the other hand, was having different thoughts. Mei Terumi? As in Mei Terumi, head of the Mizu clan, a femme fatale with a reputation of boiling her enemies alive? Any man dealing with that kind of person and provoking her ire while managing to keep his life was bound to be dangerous.

“But seriously, what´s up? Is Sleeping Beauty awake?”

“Yeah, it kinda surprised me to be honest. I mean, I didn’t even hit him with all I’ve got. Dude seems like a pussy to me”

‘So much for politeness huh?’ Fugaku thought bitterly.

“More like a dirty pig. But I promise you, tonight you’ll meet a very needy pussy” the voice replied, making Kiba laugh and Fugaku feel a very uneasy feeling on his stomach. Were they planning to make him beg for his life in front of his wife, making her see him like a coward, hence the pussy remark?

Poor Fugaku Uchiha, he had no idea how this night would change his life.

“Anyways, we’re on our way back and, according to the GPS, we’ll begin soon. See ya in a couple of minutes.”

‘GPS? Were they tracking her wife’s car?”

The man hung up and Kiba pushed the chair to a suitable position for their arrival. Once he was satisfied he took seat in another chair, not before throwing Fugaku a last look of contempt-

“Man, it sucks so hard to be you right now huh?”

Minutes passed, with Fugaku trying to coax more information, anything that held the key to his freedom, but the boy played deaf and said nothing more.

Finally, after what seemed like an eternity there was a rattle of keys at the front door, followed by the door opening.

“Honey, we are home!” The smooth, masculine voice from the phone exclaimed. Now able to hear it more clearly Fugaku recognized a slight accent, one he remembered hearing frequently during his honeymoon in Uzushio. It was followed by the sound of footsteps coming towards the kitchen

He was not alone, for a second, deeper voice told him. “You’re too loud, kid. In fact you remind me of my brother.”

Something clicked inside Fugaku’s mind. ‘That voice… it sounds familiar…” At least he could tell the second man was several years older than the first.

The front door closed and the two men started to walk towards the kitchen.

The first man laughed, “Seriously? I can’t rap even to save my life. Good thing too, I don’t know if the world can stand another white kid pretending to be from the ghetto.”

“You know Bee showed me the mixtapes you two recorded while drunk right Uzumaki?” the second man replied, roaring with laughter at the memory.

Their footsteps sounded closer and closer.

“Well, now you know what my plan B will be when I retire.” Uzumaki chuckled, then his cheerful tone faded, replace with one filled with pride. “It´s good to see prison didn’t change you.”

“It did,” The deep voice replied, anger resounding in his tone, “in all the right ways.”

And finally Fugaku recognized the voice, and a gripping fear took hold of his heart, just as two figures appeared in the kitchen’s doorway. One of them had a normal frame while the other was massive. Two pairs of eyes stared at him, the ones belonging to Naruto Uzumaki filled with sadistic glee, the eyes of a hunter looking for good sport. The eyes of Á a.k.a. “the Raikage”, however, were cold and calculating and yet he could see his satisfaction of having caught the reason for all the misery in his life.

Naruto was in his mid-twenties, one or two inches taller than Kiba. He was more handsome in person than he had been in his pictures. Hell, even the mug shots from when he was a younger punk dealing weed and resisting arrest looked more like headshots for a modeling agency. And how could it not? His skin was fair and unblemished skin, blond spiky hair, ocean blue eyes that gave him a ten out of ten accuracy rate if the stories about him were true and a roguish smile that probably made girls want to giggle their virginities off. He was slim, yet he could see muscles slightly straining against his white dress shirt; this made him not only strong but fast, a killing blond blur in any shoot-out or close combat brawl. He was also wearing a black unbuttoned jacket, black tie, black trousers and black Italian leather shoes. The outfit seemed expensive and custom-made, the best of the best for a renowned hit man like him.
For what little reports Fugaku could read about the blond man, Uzumaki´s story seemed to be take out from a movie: Born in Uzushio and orphaned from a young age, he was the kind of kid who always got in trouble and had a complete disregard for the rules. After a suspicious fire destroyed the orphanage that he called home when he was 10, Naruto vanished. There was no information of what he did while missing for five years but when he reappeared it was miles away from Uzushio, in Konoha City, under the tutelage and protection of Hiruzen Sarutobi, "the Professor", head of the Senju Clan, the most powerful mob in Konoha. Over the years he tried a variety of jobs inside the organization until he settled for assassinations, and he was a natural, his lust for violence and fighting skill becoming renowned in no time. However, five years ago, Danzo Shimura, right-hand of Sarutobi, assassinated the mob boss. Uzumaki managed to escape the "cleanup" that followed and allied himself to the "Third Raikage" (no name appeared on the classified file), Á´s father and head of the second most powerful criminal organization in the city. Months later, Danzo´s head was retrieved from the burning Senju´s compound. A captured goon at the scene told the police how Naruto had said he preferred to see his father figure´s empire crumble rather than let a thundering fool like Danzo run it. However, the Senju clan was rising from the ashes, thanks to the return of a long-lost descendant of its founder, Tsunade Senju; now Uzumaki worked for her. He also arranged for a truce between the Senju and Kumo clans who now, instead of fighting between them, controlled Konoha City equally and unopposed. They became untouchable, with the police department unable to do anything. It made Fugaku feel he made the right decision accepting a transfer to Kaminari City.

Á, on the other hand, was in his late thirties, and he was enormous, seven feet of pure raw muscle. He had glistening dark skin with his white hair combed back, along with a small moustache and beard. His face was very distinguished, with pronounced cheekbones and tear troughs under his eyes, and a prominent crease across his forehead. What grabbed your attention though were the scars in his face, some from his days working in the family business and other from his time in jail. He too was wearing a full suit, only that the fabric threatened to rip any moment thanks to the almost obscene amount of bulging muscles straining it.

He was the son of the Third Raikage; the truce between the clans happened while he was the prison. After his father´s death, he inherited his father´s empire; his brother Bee would take care of the family business while he was locked up. Months ago, Á was released for good conduct (thanks to a generous bribe to the right people) since his crimes weren´t so severe (dealing drugs mostly; he had a number of deaths on his name but the police never found any incriminating evidence.) Now he was back as the prodigal son, ready to lead his clan of criminals and murderers.

Á walked towards Fugaku, the wooden floor creaking under his weight until he was mere centimeters away from the bound cop. Then, without warning, he sucker punched Fugaku right in the stomach. For the second time that night the chair tipped over. Uchiha ended on the floor, unable to double over from the pain thanks to the cords binding him. He managed to bite his lip in the fall and now he was a mess of coughs, spit and blood. Good night he hadn’t eaten recently or he would be throwing up on the floor.

Before he could recover, Á grabbed his shirt collar and with inhuman strength, chair and all, raised him to meet his angry gaze.

“I wanted to do that for ten years, ten long years rotting away in a cell because you couldn’t stop sniffing around, trying to crumble the empire my great-grandfather raised from the ground.” The large black man barked on Fugaku’s face,and the cop could smell the overpowering stench alcohol on the man’s breath “You messed with my business and my reputation. Did you think you would be safe by bailing out of Konoha, accepting a transfer here? You were wrong, Uchiha pig, I’ve been planning this ever since I saw your smug face when they convicted me. Time, distance, it didn’t matter… I would have found you anyways.”

“It’s your own fault! You were so stupid to think you could deal with cocaine and get away with it!” Fugaku laughed and then spit at the giant, spit and blood landing on the furious black man’s face, “Your kind thinks themselves immune to the laws that bind all of us. Money? Reputation? You thought that would have stopped someone from arresting you? You were just delaying the inevitable and I did you a favor, by showing you how the world works!”

Á was livid. Who did this scum think he was to talk back like that?

Fugaku just let out another laugh, “What? Are you going to kill me now? Good, do it! So all of Kaminari City’s Police Department can be on your tail! We´re not in Konoha anymore; you don´t have any power here! How convenient for Fugaku Uchiha to disappear mere weeks after the criminal he put behind bars got released… you’ll be the prime suspect and you’ll return to that hell hole you shouldn’t have ever left!”

For a moment everything was silent, Inuzuka and Uzumaki remained quiet ever since Á punched him. Fugaku expected a lot of things, like Á’s monstruous hands on his neck, dragging the life out of him. Perhaps the black kingpin would give the order and Kiba would pulverize his skull with his baton. Or maybe, just maybe, Naruto would put a bullet in his brain or puncture his heart with a knife; rumors say he was a psychopath ready to kill anything on sight but that he didn’t like to drag things more than necessary. The last bit was probably false, seeing as how he was calmly looking at him, that damned smile of his never falling from his face.

To his surprise, Á let out a thunderous laugh, so loud for a moment Fugaku feared the windows would break. Kiba looked at the black man like he had grown a second head while Naruto’s smile got wider. Fugaku trembled; nothing good could come out of this.

“Death would be a gift you don’t deserve. No, I’ll settle with taking away from you what you love the most, namely that hot sexy bitch you call your wife.”

In the heat of discovering the mastermind behind his kidnapping and their heated exchange Fugaku forgot about his sweet and defenseless wife coming to meet him… only that he would not be alone. The image of a young unaware lamb approaching the wolf’s den imprinted on his mind. Á saw the distress in the cop’s eyes and smirked.

"I told you, you dumb fuck, I’ve been waiting for this moment a long time. Every time I had to get off in my hand or some jailhouse punk's mouth, I thought of your wife. I can't wait till she gets home."

"Leave her alone, you bastards!" Fugaku screamed. He pulled futilely at the cords that secured him to the kitchen chair. The effort almost caused him to tip over a third time, and the three other men in his kitchen laughed uproariously as he frantically attempted to right himself. The atmosphere in the room changed, with Á seeming to exude a menacing power as he remained in front of his prisoner, his two henchmen at his sides. Fugaku stopped struggling and looked up at the man towering him.

"Every day you were testifying against me," Á said softly, "I saw your sweet little wife in the audience. Was she proud of you, Uchiha? Was she proud of you for putting that badass nigger away? She sure kissed you like she was proud." He chuckled and dropped the bomb. "Wonder if she'd be so proud if she knew what you done with my cocaine after you put me in the joint. Tell me, at least you got a good price for it?"

"I --I don't know what you're talking about." How? How the hell did he find out?

"Lying sack of shit," Á sneered. He spat on Fugaku, making him recoil and rock the chair legs back. The two other men snickered. Á bent down and looked Tom in the face. "You think I didn't hear stuff in jail? I heard you got a couple hundred grand for my product. No wonder you got a nice cozy love nest like this on a cop's salary."

Fugaku never thought that decision would come back later to bite him in the ass. He had been young and his family needed the money to pay the rent, to send their kids to the best schools so they could be prepared to triumph in the world, to pay the little luxuries that let him make Mikoto feel like a queen and him look like her knight in shining armor…

"Fun is cool but I need money to pay the bills, and I would do anything for that money... I´m sure you know what I´m talking about..." Kiba´s words now made all the sense in the world.

"I can get you the money," Fugaku said, almost pleadingly. "I can pay you back."

"This ain't about money," Á said. "But you are gonna pay me back." He gestured at the other two men. "After conferring with my associates, you see, I decided to expand to other businesses. I already have a drug empire back in Konoha and Kiba and Naruto convinced me that there was more money to be made in pussy than in coke. So I decided to enter the entertainment business."

"You're a pimp," Fugaku said contemptuously.

"Not yet," Á said amiably. "But soon."

Suddenly Fugaku caught his meaning. For a moment, he was too shocked to speak. Then he said, "You're crazy. Mikoto would never--"

The three men laughed again, nastily. "Oh, I think when we get done with her sweet tight holes , she's gonna be real happy to do anything we want her to do," Á said.

Fugaku refused to even think about that. Not Mikoto, not the woman that blushed everytime he told her she was beautiful or held back her moans when the two of them made love.

At that point, Naruto intervened. "Don' you worry, Fugaku," he said. "I speak for all when I say we got some techniques to make a sex-starved housewife like Mikoto to get industrious. Afterwards she’ll be cared for; if that hot body of hers is any indication she’ll become popular in no time. Do you have any idea how much money a high-class call girl makes? She’ll even keep some of that money. Believe it, she’ll be happy, drowning in cum and money in no time."

Á leaned down and leered into Fugaku's face. "Yeah, a high-class whore sounds like a good profession for her… well, more like a weekend job. Wanna know what she’ll do the other five days? Think about it, Uchiha pig. Think about sweet little Miko-chan layin' up in a ten-dollar hotel downtown, taking niggers and spics down her throat, in that tight little pussy of hers… but her ass is what'll be the big seller, I think. That sweet virgin hole right between those firm butt cheeks is gonna be a big moneymaker. But don't worry, Fugaku. Maybe we can arrange for her to do you for half-price. Hell, we can make a police-only day so you can invite some friends!"

The three men laughed again, and Fugaku redoubled his efforts to get free. At that moment, there was the rattle of a key in the front lock.

‘Oh god… this can´t be happening…’

"Mikoto!" Fugaku bellowed, "GET--" he was silenced by Á's big hand clamped over his mouth. Naruto and Kiba silently vanished from the kitchen, heading for the front door as Á leaned down and whispered in Fugaku's ear.

"Showtime."

The front door opened. Life would never be the same for the married couple.

Author’s Note: Hope you enjoyed the first chapter of my first adult story ever. I´ve been on this site for a long time, waiting for people to somehow read my mind and write my own perverted ideas without sucess. Well, sometimes you have to do things yourself, even if you take time to make up your mind. Special thanks for that special someone who gave me her support and encouragement :)
The next chapter is ready to be uploaded, it just needs some tweaks. It is filled to the brim with smut though! However, before continuing, I´d love to receive some feedback because how the hell am I supposed to write if I don't know people are loving my stuff? We writers love reviews, even if some refuse to admit it, because it lets us know what people think, gives us ideas for the story or future stories, and keeps us motivated. I accept reviews ranging for very short (“Good job”, “Nice story, hope to see more soon”) to long constructive criticism.
See ya next chapter people. Get ready for the ride of your life :D
P.D. Forgive any grammar mistakes! English is not my first language but I think I did pretty good for a first timer XD
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