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Slave for a Week	By : Talonias Category: Naruto > Yuri - Female/Female > Sakura/Ino Views: 10732 -:- Recommendations : 3 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-Slave for a Week
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Ino stood outside the wooden door to her best friend's house like she had so many times before. The sun was low in the sky, and cast a reddish tint across Leaf Village. The blond-haired ninja raised one hand to rap, but stopped herself. It seemed so strange that she was hesitating now, but...
Well, maybe it wasn't so strange. Part of her didn't want to go in, she didn't know what would happen to her if she did. It had been a stupid bet, and she'd been more than a little drink, and anyway, who cared about how fast someone could complete a mission? But she'd said some things and Sakura had overheard, and then more things had been said...
And now she was Sakura's slave for a week.
Ino suppressed a shudder. She hated housework, especially when the house wasn't even her own, but what could she do? She'd made the bet, and Sakura had completed the mission in record time, and now she had to live up to it.
With a final, dejected, sigh, she raped on the wooden door and waited for it to open. It swung away to reveal her childhood friend, her pink hair still cut at it's signature short length, the same way she had kept it since that fight in the Forest of Death so many years ago. Ino was sometimes amazed at just how far everyone had come since then, at how much had been done, and how much there was still yet to do. Naruto was almost Hokage, Sasuke had been brought back to the Leaf – something that she would have thought to be impossible, and Sakura had apprenticed under Tsunade of the Sanin. The Ninja War had torn across the land, and eventually burned out, and sometimes she wasn't sure how anyone she knew was even still alive.
“Ino.” Her friend said, breaking her out of her reverie. “It's about time you got her.”
“I'll arrive when I like!” Ino easily fell into her brash outgoing personality. “You're just lucky I showed up at all!”
She'd expected Sakura to be mad, or to insult her back, but instead, her friend just smiled. Ino suddenly had a bad feeling about this, but it couldn't be that bad could it? It was still Sakura after all. Bolstered by this thought, she walked into the house when her friend beaconed, and the door was closed behind her.
Inside, Ino blanched at what was lain out before her. The entire living area had been totally cleared, books, chairs, and even the TV has been pushed away or removed completely. In their place, there was a wooden table which was wide enough for a person to lay on, and set on it's side there were...well, she would just call them ''tools'' and leave it at that. Insantly, Ino swung on her friend.
“Sakura, what the hell!?”
Sakura's smile had turned into a grin now, and her eyes gleamed with mischief.

“Why Ino, it's almost like you weren't expecting something like this, what did you think I wanted you to clean for me?”
“Something like that!” She hissed.
“And would you have made me clean for you if you lost?”

Ino paused. She couldn't really say, but she probably wouldn't have. Sakura was right, she would have seen just how far she could get with her friend. She had watched Sakura grow up, going from a child with a large forehead to the calm and confident ninja that she was today, they had been friends since before either of them had even known the term ''Jutsu'' and Ino would have been lying if she said to herself that there wasn't some kind of connection there. But this? She'd never have expected something like this from Sakura. It wasn't like she'd ever thought of another girl in that way...
Had she?
“Look Ino.” Sakura said. “You lost the bet fair and square – you don't even want to know what I had to promise Naruto and Sasuke so they'd quit lazing around and actually use their full strength for the mission instead of half-assing it like they'd usually do.” She sighed in long suffering paitence. “That's the problem with team-mates so powerful, when half your power can kill an army, you don't usually bother using any more of it than you really have to,.”
“I know I lost but I didn't expect this!” Ino hissed. “What do you expect me to do?”
“Whatever I want?” Sakura countered. “ You can turn around and leave now, but as you know, a ninja who doesn't keep their word isn't exactly the most trusted. I'm sure you could recover from that though. Your choice.”

She grit her teeth. There wasn't really much of a choice at all. To a Shinobi, true amongst one's own comrades was crucial. Refusing to hold up her end of a bargain would spread across the village quickly – sure, it wouldn't be that big a deal, but people would note it down, and remember it. She really didn't have a choice in this...
“Fine.” She growled through clenched teeth, trying to ignore the way her body felt when she saw some of the tools. “But just for the week like we promised.”
Sakura nodded. “All right then, from this moment on, I'm going to be your boss. Since I like you, you can still call me Sakura... or maybe Miss Sakura? Yeah, I like that a bit better. Anyway, you have to do what I say from now until the end of the week. My word is absolute, you understand? No backing out now or else you know what will happen.”
“Yes.” Ino felt the warmth of a blush running across her face. She looked down to try and hide it, but...
“Look at me when I talk to you.” Sakura snapped. “And let's start with something easy. Ino, get undressed, I want to see you naked.”
The blond girl nodded a bit numbly. Protests died on her tongue. With trembling hands, she began to work on her clothes. Her skin broke out in goosebumps as her fingers worked the zip on her top. It slide away, to reveal her bare skin and plain bra. She didn't look her friend in the face as she unfastened the fabric, and ten the bra too was gone and her breasts were free. They prickled in the sudden rush of cold air, and that only made Ino feel even stranger. Sakura watched with a patient gaze, and seemed to be focused on her newly revealed breasts. The blush grow stronger.
Next, Ino removed her shoes and socks. The normally simple task made more complex by the way her breasts hung loose when she bent down, and Sakura's focus on them. Her pants went the same way, and soon she was standing naked but for her panties.
“Stop.” Sakura said before she could remove those. Ino glanced up, wondering if she would be spared this final indignity. She was met with the flashing of a camera, and the click and whirr of a photo being taken.
“Sakura what the hell!?” She called, for the second time that day. “No one said anything about pictures!”
“Oh relax.” Sakura said. “It's only to make sure you do what I say, if you don't give me any problems I'll hand them to you when the week is done. Promise.”
Sakura did usually take her promises seriously, so Ino slowly nodded. “Fine then.”
“Good.” Sakura smiled. “Ino, we've been friends for ages so relax, I'm not going to ruin your life or anything. Just do what I say, and you'll enjoy this week as much as I will. Now, I want you to get up on that table over there.” She gestured to the only table in the room, and Ino gulped. Mortified at what she saw all lined up and ready for use at its side. Still red in the face, she moved over, arms folded over her breasts.
Getting up on the table was easy, and she lay back on it with her legs pressed together and her arms over her chest. Sakura tutted at this, and said.
“Ino, I know you know how this goes. Let's not make this hard.” Her friend walked over to the table, and hopped up onto the side. She quickly settled into a cross-legged sitting position, her head towering above the blond. Strong hands reached for her arms, and forced them down straight. Cuffs were clicked onto position, so that she couldn't escape.
“You're helpless now.” Sakura said. “I know this is your first time, but it can be fun to surrender control. Let me show you.”
Ino tensed as Sakura's hands went to her abdomen, but her friend's touch was gentle and soft. Ino shivered at the contact, the hands gently tracing a pattern across her sensitive skin. The hands swept upwards slowly, caressing, touching, and Ino couldn't help but shiver again and again at the feel. She'd never had sex before, though she'd masturbated plenty of times. How far would Sakura take this?
“You don't know how long I've wanted to do this.” Her friend muttered. “You've been teasing me for years with that gettup you know, and now you're mine for a week.”
The hands slid to her breast, making the girl jump as contact was made all of a sudden. They stroked and pinched at the nipple, circling it with gentle fingers, sweeping across the sides, invoking pleasure like she had never felt when she went at it alone.
Ino couldn't help but suppress a moan at the touch of her best friend, and Sakura grinned. “What's this, Ino, are you getting off on the touch of another woman? How dirty.”
So saying, one hand remained to toy with her breasts, and the other began to move down again. Ino knew where it was going, it was pretty obvious but even so, it seemed to take an eternity to arrive as it slid inch by sensual inch slowly across her belly, down her hips, and to the edge of her soft panties.
Feeling a hand that was not her own there was a new experience for Ino. She'd always thought that she would be saving herself for one of the boys in her class – originally Sasuke, though his defection thing had kind of put a damper on that idea. Now it was Sakura of all people who was making her moan.
The hand moved under the fabric of her clothes, and she felt the touch on her pubic mount. She shivered, the coldness mixing with the unfamiliar feeling, her arms tried to rise on their own, but were held back by the cuffs.
Sakura stroked her mound for a bit, her movements slow and elegant. Ino felt a tremor inside her at every touch, wanted to cry out for Sakura to it or not do it, just to stop teasing her!
“Are you enjoying this?” Sakura asked her friend, her tone was neutral, as though they were simply playing a game of chess. “If you are, do you want me to continue?”
“Yes.” Ino hissed from between her teeth, her body was surging with emotions, and she was drowning in anticipation. One hand still played with her sensitive breasts, and the other toyed with her lower region. Right then, she didn't care if it was Sakura, her best friend, who was getting her off.
“No.” Sakura said all of a sudden, as the stroking of her cunt stopped. Ino wanted to scream, the tension building still. It wasn't fair! “You're going to work for it. You're having so much fun, I want to join in.”
Sakura stood up on the table, and cast aside her own shorts – they hadn't even been zipped up – to reveal her own naked lower region. Her mound was topped by the very smallest clip of pink hair. Sakura reached over for one of her tools, and showed it to Ino with a dark grin.
It was a double headed dildo, purple by colour. It made the blond ashen faced to look at, she'd known it was coming but still..
Sakura slid one end into her pussy, holding the lips apart with one hand, and then, she got onto her hands and knees, and crawled over her friend until they were eye to eye. Ino felt Sakura's fingers working at her pussy, the lips were spread back and then, the solid feel of plastic filling her up. She cringed at that, but there wasn't much pain. Her hypersensitive body burned with desire at the feeling, but Sakura didn't do much else.
“Fuck me.” Sakura whispered. “And I'll make sure you get plenty of fun in return.”
Ino didn't see another way out. She was burning, burning for release, and so, with a certain frenzied motion she began. Her legs were still free, so she was able to push against the table, though each motion seemed to bring an explosion of pleasure as the rubber rubbed against her insides. She pushed upwards a bit tentatively, she'd never even though about doing this before, but Sakura's small gasp was enough to assure her she was doing it right.
As promised, her pink-haired friend returned the favour, pushing down on the table, and sending another burst of pleasure racing through Ino's body. The blond groaned and pushed up – each motion of the dildo was like a whole new experience to the girl.
She pushed up with more urgency, feeling her pleasure mount, and Sakura responded in kind. Soon, the two were consumed in a sort of give and take. Each breath caught in Ino's throat, and the thought that she was fucking her best friend was strangely prevalent in her mind, but the clouds of need left little time for reflection and she continued.
“Uh...” Sakura groaned, “Ha, you're good at this, Ino...Let me help you out a bit...”
She pushed down again, this time her hands went to Ino's breasts, and their lips locked together. For a second, Ino was stunned, then the pleasure hit her. Sakura pushed down with the dildo, her hands messaged her friend's breasts, and her tongue locked with Inos all at once. She tasted her friend in her mouth, and the sudden surge in pleasiure was something she just couldn't resit.
“Agh!” Her exclamation was muffled by the kiss, but her wild bucking only made her climax even greater. She felt her friend's warmth on her body, and then her lower region exploded.
“haaa.” Sakura gasped, “T-that was pretty good, wasn't it?” Her friend grinned, and Ino felt a hand reach for her soaking pussy. “You came so easily?” Sakura shook her head. “I see we've got a long way to go.
Ino was shivering as Sakura levered herself off the table. Her hands were still cuffed, but she didn't care. That had been nothing like when it was just her, and the kiss....
“You're blushing.” Her friend laughed. “Not still embarrassed are you? I hope not, because this is only the start of what I have planned for you this week!
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