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Author's Note: short chapter, but the next is longer.
The ravished kunoichi rocked herself in a fetal position within the confines of her scratchy wool blanket cocoon. After three consecutive days on the torture table, Sakura had a three-day weekend off because her tormenters were busy with the Yamakage’s birthday. Fortunately, no unsupervised torture was permitted. Of course, the guards still taunted her, but that was to be expected. She did what she could to clean herself; with no chakra or bandages, it was all she could do to care for her abused body. She drank water as much as she could manage, ate what little they gave her, and slept at every opportunity.
The weekend gave her time to think. From the moment the blizzard passed, she’d been in survival mode. She missed the blizzard; being alone with Saizo, eating as much as she wished. Tea, sake, cigarettes, baths. The way he braided her hair. Making love. She knew loving a married man was the highest folly, yet she also knew her place. This was a political liaison; a temporary relationship so they could achieve a common goal for their nations. Nothing more. Except like a complete idiot, she’d gone and gotten pregnant. Somehow knowing a tiny life grew inside her made her even more fierce. The determination to survive and make a better world for her baby astonished the young medic. She’d had the will of fire before, now she carried an inferno.
She contemplated the strangeness of the Yamakagure militia. The way the men used sex with each other and women… it was truly disturbing. She’d seen glimpses of the dysfunction working at the bar, but seeing the way Saizo handled his men took her understanding to another level. Shinobi with high sex drives was nothing new to her, but the way the Mountain shinobi incorporated it into their ranks was rather shocking. Of course, her own village sent her on a mission to be a whore undercover. Perhaps they weren’t so far apart after all.
Three days on that stainless steel table took a harsh toll on the Leaf ninja. She could barely walk now as rape after rape tore at her insides. She’d been beaten (except for her pretty face), pinched, spanked, whipped, choked, and stretched. Her once pale-skinned neck was a solid ring of hickies and bruises. Bright red welts striped her back, buttocks and thighs from the whippings. Her ass had already been bruised by spanking before the whip came out. A painful kick to the side broke her ribs – they’d actually had to heal her for that one – and they were still painfully sore. Rope burns decorated her ankles and wrists. She let sleep claim her once more; the most restorative thing she could do for herself as she thanked the heavens they hadn’t started torturing her on a Monday.
…
Naruto fidgeted. Unable to hide his anxiety, he stood beside Sai, Hanabi, and Captain Yamato as they held their final pre-mission briefing in the Hokage’s office. He wanted to go. Immediately. He could feel it in his bones that Sakura needed him. The situation with the bijuu only intensified his feelings.
“Naruto, could you please stand still for five minutes, or do I need to tie you to a post again?” The Hokage glared at his old pupil.
“I’m sorry Kakashi-sensei. I just want to get going, you know?” Naruto shifted from one foot to the other like a young boy who needed the restroom.
“Naruto, you may be a war hero, but I must remind you that you are still only a chunin. Tenzo is the captain for this mission, Sai outranks you, and Hanabi is faster than you. Remember your place and follow orders, is that clear?”
Naruto bowed, “Yes, Hokage-sama… with due respect though, Hanabi is not faster.”
The youngest chunin narrowed her eyes at the orange-clad ninja “Cheater.” She whispered loud enough for everyone to hear.
Kakashi turned to the young Hyuga, “And you will keep your guard up at all times.”
Hanabi straightened, “Yes, Hokage-sama!”
“There are disturbing rumblings from the Land of Mountains. Also, winter there can be quite harsh. Use caution and pay attention to your surroundings. You leave at dawn. Dismissed.”
…
Yoshi stood at attention as the Yamakage reviewed the interrogation report. It carried the Chief Inspector’s signature, but Yoshi prepared the report, not to mention took all the photographs.
“Hmmm…” The Yamakage shifted in his seat as he perused the pages, the photographs delightfully arousing on a Monday morning. “So, this is the kunoichi whore my nephew wanted to marry… Seems she’s been a difficult one to break. Is that correct, Yoshi?”
“Yes, Yamakage-sama. The Leaf whore has defied our most persuasive means for over three weeks now.” The ninja bowed to his leader.
“Hmmm… Tell Saizo I’ll be down after lunch to interrogate her personally. Have the whore on the table, spread eagle, when I arrive. I deserve another birthday present.” Such a pretty little thing should be his to play with.
“Yes, Yamakage-sama.” Yoshi bowed deeply.
The Yamakage dismissed the underling with a wave of his hand. He’d spend the morning reviewing the documentation. In fact, he’d keep this report for cold nights when his wife visited her mother. The cream pie shots of her ravaged pussy and gaping asshole thrilled him. The tuft of pink pubic hair made the obscene photos exotic.
His favorite, by far, was the photo from the end of the day Thursday. Yoshi truly captured the sadistic essence of beauty with this one. Messy pink hair out to the side, crusted with drying fluids set off her beautiful, unmarred face. The whore’s closed eyes and pained expression revealed that the torture overcame her ability to stay conscious. Cum trickled from her open mouth to a small pool on the stainless steel table. Petite arms and legs were tied out to the corners of the metal slab, her body face down. Rope burns from the kunoichi’s struggle framed the harsh bonds of the restraints against her smooth skin. Assorted bruises of various stages decorated her limbs like ornaments on a Christmas tree. Round, beet red ass cheeks, swollen from a spanking, led down to ravaged holes between her exquisite thighs. Cum pooled on the table beneath her core as those delicious pink curls, dark with wetness, peaked out invitingly. Most entertaining were the bright red stripes across her athletic back and thighs. The luscious ruby welts contrasted sharply with her fine, pale flesh. Flesh he would taste for himself.
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Sai frowned as his mouse creation crawled on his hand. “I’m afraid I have disturbing news to report. Sakura is not tending bar and someone else is living in her apartment.” He announced to the trio of shinobi seated around the early morning campfire.
Naruto emerged from his meditation, orange rims framing his bright blue eyes as he spoke from sage mode. “Damn, that’s bad. There’s a patrol just over two kilometers from our position. We should douse the fire before they see us.” The urge to run into town after his precious team mate tore at the ninja’s heart. He resisted with difficulty; the wisdom of his training and experience reminding him that only fools rush in.
Tenzo quickly smothered the flames, “Everyone into the cave. We need to lay out our next steps carefully.”
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