Rise of a Kage

Hinata woke slowly from her dreamless sleep. She yawned and stretched her arms, then suddenly remembered what happened. Her hands immediately rushed to her thigh. Her kunai compartment was still there, but it had been emptied. In a panic, her hands reached back to her butt. Her second compartment was there as well, but it, too, had been emptied. Her muscles tensed. It became clear to her that someone had set this up. Her hands rushed to her chest. She was still wearing her trademark gray sweatshirt with the fuzzy trim and her navy blue pants. She was surprised by the fact that she felt normal, only shaken. Being that she had been ambushed by another ninja, she expected to wake up either drugged or restrained in some way.

Hinata gradually stood up and looked around. She was in a dusty cave that was poorly lit by crackling torches on either wall. In front of her, the cave stretched into the darkness for what seemed like to no end. Behind her and to her left and right were stone walls; she was at a dead end, with only one way in and out. She exhaled deeply and put a hand to her forehead. “Get a grip, girl. Your most important weapon is your hands, and as long as you have them you can fight,” she thought to herself. She balled her hands into fists to prepare for what may come. Simultaneously, she heard footsteps in the distance coming towards her. Her heart jumped. Through all her tough-talking, she thought she was alone.

Gaara emerged from the darkness with his hands at his sides and a look of contentment on his face. In an emotionless voice he said “,I see you’re awake. Now the fun can begin.”

Hinata braced herself. “If you want a fight, you’ve got one!” she said in a voice that hid her uneasy feelings. Gaara didn’t move, grinning and staring at her through his dark eyes. Hinata lunged forward and punched Gaara in the face. For an immeasurably small moment, her heart leapt and for the first time as a ninja she felt a sense of pride. However, she quickly noticed that her punch had hit something with too much give to be flesh. The image of Gaara dissolved into bits of sand; a mere doppelganger. Gaara’s true hands reached out from behind her and grabbed both of her fists. The size of his hands overwhelmed her as he squeezed down on her delicate fists. She screamed as she felt the bones in her fingers about to snap. Gaara kicked the bottom of her spinal cord and sent her to the ground.

“It’s cute how you think you can handle me in a fight,” Gaara boomed.

Hinata got up and lunged for him again. He sidestepped with ease and sent a fist to the back of her head. She face planted onto the sandy ground and slid a few feet from the momentum of her lunge. Her face burned from the friction. “Wha-What do you want from me?” Hinata asked weakly.

Gaara grinned. “I want you to be my slave. I want you to obey my every command. I want your sole purpose in life to be my pleasure and amusement.” Hinata stood up and looked Gaara in the eyes, only having a slight idea of what this meant. “Now, strip for me, slave.”

Hinata was offended. “What? No!” She answered. Gaara laughed at this. Bits of sand materialized around Hinata’s hands and feet, eventually forming heavy square blocks. “What’s happening?” Hinata asked, shocked.

Gaara grinned with his full face, showing his teeth. “I told you that you’d best obey me.” Gaara displayed for her an open palm facing the sky. He closed it into a fist, and the blocks separated her hands and feet into the form of an X. “I’m going to continue to stretch your arms and legs out until you agree to obey me. You can be stubborn and we’ll see just how much pain you can take. If you’re really stubborn, we might just see some of your insides spill onto the floor.” As Gaara said ‘insides’ he licked his lips.

Hinata’s face went pale. She fought against the sand weakly. Even if she had all of her strength, her efforts would have been futile. As she fought she made high pitched grunts, as if she was saying “mmph!” This was much to Gaara's delight.

Gaara raised his fisted hand, causing the sand blocks to both squeeze on her hands and pull them away from her feet. “Is this what you want? To become disabled and never able to fight again?” Gaara knew this wouldn’t happen, because he’d sooner kill her than let her live disabled. However, this hit home with Hinata. She knew that if she could fight another day, there’d still be a chance that she could one day please her father.

“I give!” she yelled through her tears. “I’ll obey… I’ll do whatever you say.” The blocks dissolved and her hands fell to her sides. She looked at the ground with an emotionless expression, tears streaming down her face.

“Good girl,” Gaara said. The excitement had left his face, and he was once again composed. “Now, let’s try this again. Strip.”

Hinata’s hands trembled around her neck. First, she undid her sandals and put them aside. Her bare feet went flat on the sand. Hinata nibbled on her index finger and looked at Gaara. Gaara was clearly unimpressed. Still crying, Hinata unzipped her pants and pulled them down to her ankles, where they bunched up. Hinata was wearing white granny panties with a faded blue floral pattern, clearly not the kind she‘d intend for anyone, especially a man, to see. Hinata was about to step out of them when she heard Gaara’s voice boom “Leave them there.” Hinata did as she was told and left them at her ankles. Her entire face was now wet with tears. She struggled to keep her balance with her pants down around her ankles. She then unzipped her sweater and threw it aside. She then took off her black undershirt and revealed her bra, a grey and overly supportive a-cup. She had never been comfortable with her body, and wearing these unflattering clothes made her even more insecure. ‘There’s no way I’ll be able to turn Gaara on’, she thought. Her face turned a bright shade of red. Standing there in front of Gaara, in only her bra and panties and with her pants around her ankles, she felt more humiliated than she had ever felt in her life.

Hinata paused. Gaara looked her up and down. Hinata could practically feel his eyes judging her body. Her hands were folded across her crotch, but as Gaara’s eyes reached them, the look on his face made her instinctually move them behind her. After Gaara had a good look, he said “You’re not done.” Hinata’s hands were shaking uncontrollably at this point. She could hear her own heartbeat. She tried to continue, but her hands froze at the waistband of her panties. “Don’t make me turn your pathetic bones into sand,” Gaara said as sand started to materialize around Hinata’s hands. Hinata quickly dropped her panties to her ankles, causing her to burst out into tears all over again. Hinata’s had ever shaved her pussy, so it was covered in dark and untamed black hair. Gaara grumbled. “I’m going to have to fix that. You won’t be allowed to have pubic hair next time.” Through sobs, Hinata finally removed her bra. Nothing hid her humble chest. After she dropped her bra to the ground, she realized that her nipples had become diamond-hard. In embarrassment, her face turned a bright red to match her cherry-red nipples. Gaara leered over her shaking body for what seemed like an eternity.

Finally, breaking the silence, Gaara said “Now, get on your knees.” Hinata tried to do as she was told, but the clothes around her ankles caused her to trip and fall flat on her face. Hinata made her way to her knees from the ground. Gaara walked to her and patted her on the head. “Good girl. Now, I’m giving you a choice.” Gaara unzipped his pants and pulled out his cock. It was nine inches long and the width to match. Hinata stared at it wide-eyed with both fear and anticipation. “You may choose whether or not you want to suck it.” Hinata bit her index finger as she thought about this, not taking her eyes off of it. Then Gaara continued, “either way, my cock is going up your ass. If you want the privilege of sucking it first, you’ll have to beg for it.”

Hinata was shocked by this. “Why do you want to stick it there?” she asked.

Emotionlessly, Gaara responded, “Consider this your punishment for not keeping your pussy shaved. Your pubic hair represents your pride, which I’m no longer allowing you to have.” Hinata’s eyes watered as she heard this. She couldn’t believe what was happening, and that she was allowing it. She considered running away, but then she remembered the pants around her ankles. She considered fighting him, but then she remembered that he had bested her the last three times she tried that without breaking a sweat. It was clear; she had to play by his rules.

“Please, Gaara, let me suck your penis. I don’t want it to hurt,” Hinata said.

“You’ll have to call me master,” Gaara said without changing his expression.

Hinata thrust her shoulders forth. “I beg of you, master Gaara, let me suck your penis before you put it inside me.” Gaara held out his foot in front of Hinata’s face. Hinata shut her eyes and kissed it. Gaara was clearly not satisfied, so she kissed it again and again until he withdrew his foot.

“Good girl. Now suck my dick,” Gaara ordered. Hinata inched her way to Gaara’s penis and took it into her hand. She examined it, pondering how to make it as wet as possible. First, she licked every inch of it until it shined like a new car. Then, she took it into her mouth and moved her tongue around it in circles. Hinata looked up at Gaara for some affirmation that she had done a good job, but she received none. His face was still emotionless. Suddenly, he grabbed Hinata’s head with his overwhelming hands and started fucking her face. Gaara’s cock went down Hinata’s throat. Hinata tried to pull away, but his hands were holding her in her place. She tried to breathe, but it only sucked his cock in more. Her face started to turn blue due to lack of oxygen. She struggled in Gaara’s grip, but it was futile and they both knew it. Finally, Gaara pulled his cock out. Hinata put her hands down on the ground to support her body and started coughing. “Good girl, you’ve already assumed the position” Gaara said. Hinata looked up, but Gaara was behind her. She felt her butt cheeks being lifted until he had her on all fours. “Remember, Hinata, you’re only worth as much as a dog to me. If you’re not a good girl, I might have to put you down.”

Hinata wailed through her tears. She felt the head of Gaara’s cock pushing against her asshole. “No, please don’t!” she begged. She tightened her muscles to try to keep him out. She couldn’t hold him out forever, though. As soon as she relaxed to take a breath, the cock slid in four inches at once, then started thrusting. Hinata moaned in pain. Her ass could barely fit Gaara’s cock in. It burned inside her. Gaara didn’t show it, but he was loving the fact that he had complete control over Hinata. With each thrust, his cock got a little further inside her.

“You’re my little bitch, Hinata,” Gaara said. With that, he spanked her with his right hand. Hinata continued to cry for him to stop. His cock was about five inches inside of her when Gaara said “Now bark like the dog you are, bitch.” Hinata at first was unresponsive. Gaara gave her three quick spanks in succession. “You fucking heard me, bitch! Now bark!” Gaara had put all of his strength behind the palm of his hand, so Hinata’s pale butt was now turning red.

“…woof” Hinata whispered through tears.

“That wasn’t good enough, bitch,” Gaara said. He then started spanking her repeatedly without stopping.

“Ruff ruff! Woof Woof! Ruff ruff ruff!” Hinata yelled, this time putting her full effort behind it. At this point she felt sick to her stomach. She didn’t know what felt worse; the cock up her ass or the degrading. The thrusting continued, but the cock couldn’t go any further than 6 inches inside of her. Her muscles were too tight. Gaara reached around her hips and started searching through her folds. Finally, he found her clitoris and gave it a painful squeeze. Hinata couldn’t take it anymore. She moaned to a climax, her pussy dripping all over the dusty ground. Gaara pulled out of her ass and held his cock up to her face.

“Clean it off, bitch,” Gaara ordered.

“But… but… it’s been in my butt” Hinata complained.

Gaara answered her with a hard slap on the face. Hinata did as she was told. She licked up her own blood, tears, and anal sweat. Gaara ejaculated down her throat. She tried to hold the semen in her mouth, but a little escaped, leaving a droplet on her chin. “Good girl,” Gaara said. Hinata collapsed on the ground.


A moment of silence passed where the Gaara just stared at Hinata breathing heavily while Hinata stared into space, trying to process everything that had just happened. Then, Gaara put his cock away and pulled a leather collar out of his pocket. He wrapped it around Hinata’s neck and attached a leash to it. Gaara tugged on the leash, indicating her to follow on her hands and knees. Gaara led Hinata through tunnel after tunnel until they reached a large cavern. Many ninja were training in the center, with a few taking a break near the walls. Many ninja turned their heads to stare at still-naked Hinata. Well, she wasn’t completely naked. Her pants and panties were still around her ankles. Gaara ordered Hinata to sit. Kankura and Temari walked over to Gaara, and they started talking in some strange language that Hinata could not understand. Every so often, Gaara would point to Hinata and the other two would look at her with disgusted looks on their faces. Hinata would turn her head away and blush. After Kankura and Temari left, Gaara continued to lead Hinata through the cave until they got to a specific room. Inside, there was a cage big enough for a large dog, filled with hay to use as bedding. “This is your new home. You are not allowed to leave this cage without my permission. If you do, the punishment will be severe.” Hinata whimpered at the thought of a punishment.

Gaara started making hand-signs, and Hinata’s collar started to glow. “What did you do?” Hinata asked, confused. Gaara didn’t answer. The collar faded, and Gaara was satisfied. Then, Gaara did another series of hand signs. Sand from the floor collected around Hinata’s waist, butt, and crotch, forming a sand-diaper of sorts. Hinata went into a panic and started scratching at it, but it had already hardened to rock. An insignia of the sand village appeared on the front. “What’s going on??” she screamed.

Gaara answered, “this is just to make sure your hymen stays intact until next time. Also, I don’t want you touching yourself when I’m not around. The only sexual release you are ever allowed to receive is through me.” Hinata grew uneasy. She had never gone more than a week without touching herself, and it was always to Naruto. It was her way of staying loyal to him, even though he hardly knew her. She had been saving her cherry for Naruto as well, and couldn’t believe that this person was trying to take it first.

Gaara led Hinata into her cage and undid the collar. He also took her pants and threw them into the opposite corner of the room. He locked the cage and went to leave the room. Hinata held onto the bars, looking like a pathetic prisoner. “Goodbye, Hinata. I’ve left you plenty of water. Drink it or you'll die,” Gaara said without a hint of feeling.

Gaara left the room. Hinata could hear him lock the door. She looked down at her the stone chastity device and sighed. She tried to reach around it to get to her pussy, but it expanded and compressed to the shape of her body, with no room for so much as a finger to enter. Hinata could already tell that not touching herself was going to take more than a little getting used to. She then noticed the large hamster-style water bottle on the side of her cage. She immediately felt parched and drank several mouthfuls from it. She lied down on her back and then read the print on the bottle. It said in big red letters “APHRODESIAC.” Hinata felt her pussy tremble. This was going to be harder than she thought.