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By : Shortcake
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Author's Note : TRIGGER WARNING this chpter contains elements of graphic violence, rape, and torture. If you don't like it, don't read it. If you are still reading 'Sent', please leave a review.

Yoshi stepped in to the prison office, unfazed by the pornographic scene. Saizo fixed his fly as Hisao knelt before him, licking lingering drips of their boss’s cum from his lips. While the boss had an incredible cock and tasty, manly cum, Yoshi couldn’t help but think Hisao craved him a bit much. He’d never even bother to look for a wife if he just chased after Saizo’s dick all the time. Of course, maybe that made the brown haired assistant happy.
Kenji had the prisoner on the table face down with her ass in the air, knees under her torso. He wove his poison web in her mind while his hard cock stroked her pussy and his skilled hands seduced her flesh. Yoshi admired the young guard’s technique. He could ride her like that for hours, pleasuring her over and over, emblazoning corrupt words on her mind while she was at the peak of vulnerability.
Yoshi pulled out his camera, snapping a few quick shots of the aroused kunoichi whore. Her body regenerated substantially over the long weekend. Her hair was in two simple braids, giving her face a girlish look. The contrast of her lusty green eyes and flushed skin gave him an instant erection. The bruises and welts faded to pink and grey hues; no doubt she’d have a fresh set by the end of the day. He wondered idly if she’d live to the next weekend.
Saizo’s proximity sent the voyeuristic photographer to attention as the inspector spoke, “You delivered the report, Yoshi?”
“Sir. Yes, sir. The Yamakage requests that you have the whore prepared for his personal interrogation at thirteen hundred hours, sir. He wants her…”
The inspector held up a hand as he chuckled, “Yoshi, I’ve known the Yamakage since we were boys. We were on the same genin team. I know how he wants her. Once Kenji finishes, feed her a rice ball and a cup of tea. Then we’ll prep her for the Yamakage. I need to attend to some other matters. Hisao, you’re with me.”
The tall chief and his assistant left the room. Yoshi took advantage of his supervisor’s absence to rub one off while he watched the whore getting fucked senseless by his friend. The sounds of her impassioned moans heightened his arousal; there was nothing hotter than seeing a woman forced to take cock and liking it.
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Hanabi’s new henge was just the ticket. Ironically, she’d developed it to tease her sister’s boyfriend, but the fact she could walk around Yamakagure as a blue-eyed blonde was a great asset to the mission today. The comforting feel of Naruto’s arm around her shoulder did little to calm her inner turmoil as they searched for the missing medical ninja. She spoke softly, cautious of prying eyes and ears, “Do you think we’ll find her, Naruto?”
Naruto nodded, keeping his normally boisterous voice soft as well. He had ninja skills when he remembered to use them. “Yes, Hanabi. She’s here somewhere. If she’d been executed, it would be public knowledge and Ino would have heard. Not to mention, so far, the Yamakage hasn’t used the capture of a Leaf ninja spy as an excuse to stir up a war with the Land of Fire. With as much snow and bad weather as they’ve had, it’s also unlikely she’s been moved to a remote prison. Between my sage mode, your byakugan, and Sai’s critters, we’ll find her soon.” He gave her shoulder a reassuring squeeze as the ‘brother and sister’ pair walked along the snow-covered streets.
Hanabi swallowed hard, “Naruto… Do you think she’ll be… I mean will they…” She couldn’t bring herself to say the words, but they all knew rape and torture were standard practices when dealing with captured spies.
Naruto understood without her voicing the cruel words directly, “Probably. But as long as we find Sakura alive, we’ll get her home. She’s strong; stronger than any woman I know, except maybe Tsunade. She’ll recover.” His lips were tight as he drove the thoughts of what might be for his dear Sakura. He spotted an alley. “This is a good spot to search from.” He led the small chunin into the shadows, summoned a pair of shadow clones, and sat down to reach sage mode.
The determined Hyuga stood at his side, “Byakugan!” she searched through chakra signatures methodically, noting the stronger shinobi, traffic patterns, and desperately seeking Sakura.
They’d been scouring the village this way most of the morning, finding alleys or coffee shop bathrooms to hide their activities. Twenty minutes in to their current search pattern, the shinobi pair frowned at nearly the same time.
Hanabi spoke in hushed but urgent tones. “Naruto! There’s a …”
“Yes, I sense him too. Stand close to me, Hanabi. You may be fast, but this is a blind alley and I have transport tags nearby.” He put an arm around the young girl’s waist as they stepped back further.
Hanabi slipped her hand into her weapons pouch beneath her heavy cloak. She was prepared for anything except what happened next.
The tallest man she’d ever seen stepped around the alley corner. “Hana, your sister sends her kindest regards.”
Naruto and Hanabi stood wide eyed at the massive Mountain shinobi who’d just found them and told them Sakura’s pass code.
Still wary of a trap, Naruto spoke first, “Who are you and where is Sakura?”
The imposing man blended into the shadows of the alleyway, concealing his location from passersby. “I’m Chief Inspector Saizo, head of security here. Your colleague is being held in my prison. She’ll be alone in her cell after sunset this evening. I suggest you retrieve her as soon as possible. My ability to protect her has been compromised. I hope your memorization skills are as well honed as hers.” He dropped a scroll on the ground at his feet, then slipped back into the foot traffic, disappearing as quickly as he’d arrived.
Hanabi stepped forward, grabbing the scroll. She and Naruto gasped at its contents – a map of the prison, complete with guard stations, patrol rotations, and Sakura’s holding cell.
Naruto had a hunch, “Memorize it fast, Hanabi.”
“But why?” Hanabi studied the document, curious about Naruto’s rush, when the entire scroll turned to dust before their eyes.
“Because he’s good. He’s strong and he’s smart. Our location is no longer safe. Let’s get back to Captain Yamato.” Naruto made a quick hand sign, holding his smaller partner close to his side as he transported them outside the village walls.
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Saizo stepped back into the interrogation room to see Yoshi leaning against the wall, fondling his own crotch through his pants as a naked Sakura sat on the edge of the metal table eating her meager lunch. “Yoshi, go get lunch. It may be a long session this afternoon and you know he’ll want ‘documentation.’ I’ll take care of the rest.”
“Yes, Chief Inspector.” Yoshi bowed then left the room.
Saizo closed the door, grateful for a moment alone with the brave kunoichi. He sat next to her, putting an arm around her shoulder, unfazed by the reflexive startle he caused. “I’m sorry, Sakura.”
Sakura relaxed into the affectionate gesture. “I know, Saizo.” Her voice already hoarse from the morning, she coughed, then went on quietly, “We must play our parts or we fail. Failure is not an option.”
He brushed a stray lock of her pink hair from her face as he bent in slowly, kissing her chastely on the lips. “This afternoon may be problematic. I’ll do what I can, but the Yamakage holds absolute power. You understand, darlin’?”
Sakura nodded, “I do. I will endure him too.” She reached out, squeezing his hand lightly with her weak fingers.
“I’ve some good news for you, darlin’. Your friends are in town. I saw them earlier.” He found himself kissing the top of her head, breathing deeply of her scent to memorize every nuance of her.
Sakura’s eyes sparkled at the news, “Really? What happened?”
Saizo shrugged, “I have an ability that allows me to detect nature chakra changes. One of the Leaf ninja uses an outrageous amount of nature chakra somehow.”
“That’s Naruto. It must be. Naruto’s here.” She allowed a wave of hope to wash over her exhausted psyche at the blessed news.
“Hmmm the nine-tails. Interesting choice on your Hokage’s part. Anyway, darlin’ I gave that boy and the tiny girl with him the scroll. Hopefully, they’ll come for you tonight. I’ve made what arrangements I can.” He kissed the top of her head once more, the bittersweet reality of her departure weighing heavier than expected on the veteran shinobi’s heart.
“Saizo… About Hisao…” she proceeded with some hesitancy.
“What about Hisao, darlin’?” The imposing shinobi poured Sakura a second cup of tea discretely.
She sipped the soothing beverage as she continued, “I know you have relations with a lot of the men, but Hisao is really in love with you, you know?”
Saizo sighed at the thought of his faithful assistant, “I’m keenly aware of that Sakura.”
“And Saizo?” she looked up at him with pleading green eyes.
Saizo’s heart melted at the beautiful woman’s gaze, “Yes, darlin?” In another place and time, he’d keep her. Protect her. Marry her even.
“Saizo, I love you.” She blurted the words out, her hand covering his mouth softly as she went on. “Don’t worry. I know my place. You’re a married man and you love your wife. I just… I just wanted to tell you once.”
He kissed her softly on the lips as they shared the fleeting, intimate calm before the storm.
…
The Yamakage stepped confidently into the interrogation room. He seldom ventured here personally. Saizo was taller and had a longer dick, but they’d been friends since childhood. He knew his security chief was as loyal as his own brother. “Saizo, my friend, I understand you have a tough situation here and thought I’d take a crack at the kunoichi whore myself.”
Saizo bowed, as did Yoshi in the corner with his camera, and Kenji who’d been called to assist. The inspector replied humbly, “Thank you, Yamakage-sama. My deepest apologies that our usual methods have proven so ineffective in this case, sir.”
The powerful ninja stepped to the torture table, examining the naked kunoichi carefully. He smirked at the sight of her restraints; they’d followed his instructions and then some. Saizo knew him too well. She wasn’t just tied to the four corners of the table, she was stretched as much as her ligaments could bear. Most of the older bruises had faded, though the place her ribs broke was still dark purple, and she sported a large, fresh hickey on the side of her neck. Defiant green eyes held his gaze as he ogled her bare flesh – voluptuous breasts of a good size, neither too big nor too small, and that delightful patch of pink pubic hair crowning her womanhood. The pigtails gave her a childish look he rather enjoyed. The idea of spoiling a little girl turned him on. “Such fire in her eyes, even now. Foolish little whore.” The Yamakage turned to his security chief, “She really is something, this kunoichi whore. Her looks are positively exotic.”
Saizo nodded, “Indeed. Breaking the little whore has been terribly problematic, sir... Hisoki, have you considered breeding her?” He asked the shorter but more powerful man.
The Yamakage raised an eyebrow at the familiarity of his friend in front of subordinates. Still it was an interesting proposition. “Breeding her? Why?”
Saizo shrugged, “well, you’ve seen her file. Bred with the right man, her sons would undoubtedly be elite shinobi. And of course if she has girls that look like her, they could be sold off as sex slaves once they’re six or seven years old. They’d turn a fine profit.” He appealed straight to Hisoki’s twin weaknesses of power and greed.
Sakura spat at the chief inspector, nearly hitting him in the face with saliva, “You bastard! I’ll kill you for that!” Kenji stepped up with a hand over her mouth allowing his bosses to confer.
The Yamakage chuckled, “My, she is a feisty little whore… I expect she’ll break for me this afternoon, but if not, I think your idea has some merit Saizo. If it goes well with this one, we could expand the breeding program to all the Leaf kunoichi once the Land of Fire surrenders. Why just rape them when we can breed them and use their children for our own purposes?”
Saizo smiled, “You are most wise, Yamakage-sama. After all, the kunoichi are natural whores; you could award them to your most valiant men as concubines.”
“I like the way you think, my friend.” The kage turned back to the whore on the torture table. “Have we had the little bitch screaming in pain yet?”
Saizo nodded, “Yes, Yamakage-sama.”
The sadistic leader stroked his chin thoughtfully. “I want to hear her pain scream.” He took a pair of pliers from a drawer, holding them in front of his face. “Little whore, time for you to learn some manners.” He reached out, grasping the nail of her left big toe with a vise-like grip. He eased the sensitive appendage out of it’s bed, licking his lips as she winced and tried to squirm. Finally, he yanked hard, the toe nail ripping from its bed with a jerk.
Sakura shrieked loud enough and high enough that staff in the adjacent office building paused from their tasks.
The Yamakage grinned evilly, “Ah… music to my ears.” He handed the pliers to Kenji, “Yank off a nail every minute until I cum.”
Kenji took the pliers, swallowing hard, “Yes, Yamakage-sama.”
The cruel leader shed his clothes, his already hard cock ready for the sweet little whore. “Happy birthday to me.” He licked his lips as he climbed on top of the bound woman.
Beads of sweat rolled down Sakura’s face as she gasped for breath. Her eyes widened at the sight of the naked Yamakage. He was shorter than Saizo both in stature and cock length, but his girth… The Yamakage’s shoulders were broad as an ox, his muscular arms as thick as one of her legs. And his cock was even wider than Saizo’s mammoth member. She stared at the massive cock with new fear.
The Yamakage’s wicked laugh rang out as he watched her face, “Yes, little whore. My cock is about to rearrange your insides. Don’t worry darlin’. After you’re broke to me, little filly, you’ll beg for my cock.” He plowed into her pussy without hesitation.
Sakura screamed at his sudden deep penetration; it felt like a kunai taking her, not a man. She felt powerful lips press in on hers even as she screamed. His tongue thrust into her mouth, plundering her face as he took her brutally. She couldn’t help herself. The kunoichi bit down on his tongue with all her might.
The Yamakage squealed, blood spurting from his mouth as he leaned back suddenly. “You bitch!” He seethed at the vicious little whore. How dare she disrupt his birthday ride this way?
Yoshi handed him a cool washcloth to suck and stop the bleeding, “I’m so sorry, sir. Perhaps you missed that part of the report? She’s bitten more than one man, sir. I’m sorry, sir.”
The Yamakage wiped the blood from his face, his cock still sheathed in the disobedient whore. The fawning photographer placated the worst of his anger. “That little trick is going to cost you, bitch. Kenji… Kenji I’m going to be going a little slower with training this whore. Once her nails are gone, slice off pieces of toe with a kunai, bit by bit until I cum. The bitch doesn’t need toes to breed.”
Kenji nodded stoically, “Yes, Yamakage-sama. As you wish, sir.”
The afternoon progressed at a painstaking pace as Kenji obediently yanked off a toe or fingernail every minute. Sakura’s painful shrieks drove the office employees to either resort to ear plugs or find an excuse to go to another building.
Tears streamed down the medic nin’s face as she knew only pain. The dull, searing thrusts of the Yamakage’s long, extra-fat cock cut her in two with every pounding stab. She barely held on as her nails ripped harshly from their sensitive beds in her flesh, one at a time.
The moans, cries, and tears were like gasoline on a fire to the sadistic, perverted lust of the Yamakage. “Happy birthday to me… Happy birthday to me…” he sang to himself, laughing with glee at the kunoichi’s pain, plowing her cunt brutally as he went.
Sakura cringed when she saw Kenji switch to the kunai out of the corner of her eye. As horrible as he was, she could see the dread on his face at the task ahead. Suddenly, she heard the most wretched pain shriek she’d ever heard. Dread flooded her soul as she realized it emanated from her own lips.
The Yamakage picked up his pace, his pleasure heightened by her increasing pain. “Oh yes! Kenji, keep slicing whore toes. Oh! Listen to her! Such music! Yes!” He pounded her pussy viciously with his fat cock, the feel of her screaming vibrated through her body. The reverberations stimulated his invading manhood, adding to his dark pleasure.
Saizo struggled, maintaining his stoic façade even as Kenji cut away chunks of the young woman’s flesh. As the carving ninja reached the knuckle of her second toe, he made a choice. Saizo stepped behind the Yamakage, caressing his ass cheeks, then planting kisses along the mid line of his bottom from the small of his back. “Hisoki…” His velvety voice, deep, masculine and full of sensuality spoke to the sadistic man, “Hisoki, happy birthday. Your ass is too amazing not to taste.” His tongue found the dark brown muscle puckered between burly, round buttocks.
The Yamakage purred with delight as his friend added to his gift so generously. “Fuck! Saizo, don’t stop!” He hummed as he fucked the little whore intensely. The sounds of her now near constant screeching, as she learned the price of disobeying, drove him wild with fiendish lust. Her tight young cunt stroking his hard cock against her will only fueled the perverse dictator’s fire. And now his own security chief tongued his asshole subserviently… Try as he might to hold on, the Yamakage climaxed, riding his peak out in the crying whore’s cunt while the tongue up his ass stroked him eagerly. Hot streams of white, thick cum stuffed the little bitch’s womb. Who knew? Maybe he did just breed her. It would be hot to see her cry as her belly swelled with his seed.
Kenji stopped slicing, throwing a bandage over Sakura’s mutilated foot as the Yamakage pulled out of her with a loud plop. Saizo backed away from his ass, wiping his mouth.
The Yamakage grabbed Saizo’s face, pulling the taller man into a passionate, French kiss. Their tongues dueled briefly, then the Yamakage’s prevailed, dominating the man ruthlessly. He broke the kiss for air, “Thank you Saizo. Thank you for making that my best birthday gift ever.” He kissed him on the mouth once more.
“Hisoki, you should come over for dinner soon. It’s been too long, my friend.” He gave his superior a sensual smile.
The Yamakage agreed, “It has been too long. No one can suck dick like your wife… And she makes a wonderful vegetable stew.” He chuckled. Turning his attention back to the whore stretched out on the stainless steel surface, his voice grew cruel and dark, “Now, kunoichi whore, are you ready to submit? Ready to stop the pain and feel good again?”
Barely conscious, Sakura found her resolve despite the excruciating pain surging through her body. Her nails would grow back but the two toes on her left foot were gone forever. Still the fiery gaze she gave the Yamakage displayed pure defiance as she spoke, her tired voice only a whisper, “No.”
The Yamakage’s eyes narrowed dangerously, “You are the most stubborn whore I’ve ever seen! If I didn’t want to breed you, bitch, I’d have you executed today!” He picked up the kunai from the corner of the table, “As it is, I’ll teach you yet. You will not defy me again!” He took the razor-sharp weapon and started in on her left breast, carving the word ‘whore’ into her flesh.
Sakura screamed as the sharp new pain assaulted her senses. She had little leeway, stretched as she was, yet her body arched reflexively, the restraints digging into the flesh of her wrists and ankles.
Hisoki commanded the men, “Hold her down. I want this bitch properly labeled.”
Many hands held her down as the Yamakage continued his artwork. He was halfway through the word ‘Slut’ on her right breast when the kunoichi passed out.
…
The four Leaf ninjas waited silently. Crowded together in the tiny janitorial closet, they listened to the patrolling guards walk the corridor.
“Just be glad I took a double so your buddy, Gin, could have a date tonight. Man, what a day.”
“Holy shit, Yoshi. What the hell happened to her?” the second guard asked.
Yoshi sighed as they walked on, “The Yamakage took a personal interest in her breaking. Came down and fucked her over himself. Made the Chief look like fucking Mary Poppins.”
“Lower your voice if you’re going to talk about our esteemed leader that way, man. That kind of talk can land you on the other side of the bars or worse.”
“Don’t misunderstand me. The Yamakage is the greatest, no doubt about it. I’m just saying the man is sadistic and ruthless. If it hadn’t been for the Chief, she’d be one dead whore.”
“How so?”
“Well you know they’re close, right? Went to the academy together, same genin team, they share everything including their wives?”
“Not that last part, but yeah.”
“So, it was like the Chief knew, ya know? Like he saw it coming a mile away. He planted this idea from the beginning that made the Yamakage relent and not execute the whore. And he saved some of her toes too. I think he likes her. She is feisty and cute.”
“The little whore is missing toes now? What the fuck, Yoshi!”
Yoshi replied, “Keep it down, man. Like I said, one fucking shitstorm of a day.”
Naruto’s stomach turned sour at their words. He prayed they meant someone else. Not Sakura. If they’d been even a day earlier… The shinobi forced himself to focus as Captain Yamato gave the signal.
The squad stealthed down the hall as they followed the directions from the scroll, still on guard in case the entire thing was a trap.
Naruto saw her first, though how he knew it was her is difficult to say. The others only saw a lump in a blanket. Even though he’d never been one for super strength, the adrenaline surge from finally finding his captive friend had Naruto ripping the cell door from it’s hinges. “Sakura! Sakura! We’re here!” He whispered as though the sound of a door ripping away wouldn’t reveal their location.
The lumpy blanket spoke as the spent kunoichi regained consciousness. “Naruto? Naruto it’s you! I knew you’d come for me.” It was Sakura’s voice, but she sounded like she had a horrible cold; it was so weak and hoarse.
An alarm sounded.
Naruto peeled back the blanket, then quickly wrapped her back in it. The glimpse of her bloody, naked body broke his heart. Fury rushed through his veins at the thought of someone hurting Sakura like this. She was alive though, and they needed to get her out. Fast.
The captain spoke to her, “Sakura. Can you stand? Can you walk?”
“No. I’m… injured.” She replied weakly.
Sai stepped up, “We used these back in ROOT.” He snapped the chakra control bracelets, freeing Sakura from the bonds, only for them to realize her reserves were dangerously low.
The sound of guards running down the hall got them going. Naruto lifted the blanket wrapped Sakura in his arms. “Everyone, hold on!” The blonde ninja transported them to his tag on the roof. The sudden use of so much chakra making him lightheaded.
“Sai…” Captain Yamato began.
“Already on it” The artist made a few signs and strokes with his brush. The party found themselves atop a large paper bird. “Everyone, hold on.” They flew off the roof and into the night.
Sakura moved a chakra laden hand to her own abdomen, searching. She smiled wistfully as she found the child still in her womb. She didn’t think she’d miscarried, but with all the rape and torture… Now that she knew, she had to tell them. “Naruto! Naruto, you have to tell them I want him.” She spoke as loud as she could, which was barely audible with the wind as they flew.
“Sakura? Did you say something?” Naruto asked looking in the eyes of his suffering friend.
She grabbed his arm with her bloody hand, “Naruto! Tell them I want him! Don’t let them take him! Please, Naruto, promise me you won’t let them take him away!”
Naruto cradled the kunoichi in his arms, genuinely concerned she could fall if she moved too much. “Sakura, be still. We have you. Granny will fix you up good as new in no time. We’re going home.” He motioned to the captain, “I think she’s delirious. She’s not making sense.”
Yamato opened his med kit, found the syringe quickly, and injected the small framed woman. “That should help her rest. We’ll go straight to the hospital.”
Naruto nodded as he held his dear friend, still in the prison blankets. “Hang in there, Sakura. Just hang on.”
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