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Angel's Order	By : c0p13r Category: Naruto > Het - Male/Female Views: 13047 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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            The large black dome of iron particles was sudden and unexpected, though Deidara could recognize the signature technique of his partner’s Third Kazekage puppet. Zetsu made an attempt to melt through the iron, but the presence of chakra refused his passage. “What is this?” his black half spat in a hiss.
            “Oi! Sasori no danna!” Deidara, dressed only in his slacks after finishing with Konan, hit his fist against the impenetrable wall. “Oi!” Joining his vain effort to breach the dome, Hidan kicked and cussed at the puppet master responsible for stealing the lovely Konan away. Deidara considered shoving his hands in his pouches to take a taste of his exploding clay and imparting their art to the wall. With some effort, he was sure to bring it down, but in these close quarters, he would bring the entire grotto down upon the majority of Akatsuki. Going out with a bang was definitely his goal, but there was hardly any beauty found in his body squashed underneath tons of boulders.
            “Sasori-san must not have been able to contain himself any longer,” Kisame speculated. His smile almost seemed frustrated and angry as his chin tucked downward. Behind him, he could feel his Samehada coming awake in response to the heightened activity of chakra caused by flustered emotions. The shark fangs spread, “He should be careful who he agitates.”
            “What’s that piece of shit thinking?” snarled Hidan. Desperately, he picked up his scythe and swung it around. The wicked trio of blades bounced off the barrier with little more than a display of sparks. He made two more attempts before grunting in defeat. The staff of his weapon leaned onto his shoulders, his stance tense and agitated. “The moment I see that puppet fucker, I’m going to have such a fuckin’ ceremony!” Roaring, he bashed his weapon against the black iron. “You hear that, Sasori?! I’m going to fucking kill you!”
            As Deidara and Hidan acted like a couple of cavemen, Itachi was satisfied with the encounter. Already, he had begun to dress, now buttoning up the black cloak of Akatsuki. What remained for Konan was of no concern to him unless her life was threatened, though only one could be provoked to take such senseless violence against her beauty.
            Kakuzu sat on a boulder with a pencil in his hand to mark favorable targets to seek after this meeting was adjourned. He was over halfway finished with the updated bingo book for assassins. He made a note to take care of some monks in the Fire Country in the upcoming months, as they held a high bounty. After turning the page with a picture of a Konoha jounin with a cigarette in his lips – a target Kakuzu was sure to circle – the mercenary paused. His eerie-green eyes slowly slid over to the barricade forged by Sasori. The next page was turned in his hit list.
            His glare remained on the dome…
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            Sasori glanced briefly at the enclosure, smirking at the faint sounds of pounding fists and frustrated shouts from his partner and the Akatsuki newcomer. They were wasting their time and breaths. It would take nothing short of one of Deidara’s clay models bombarding the cage to break Konan free, but that risked bringing the cave’s ceiling down on everyone; Kisame, Itachi and Kakuzu would keep the bomber from doing anything so desperate. For now, Sasori could toy with the paper beauty at his leisure.
            Konan stared at the ageless Suna puppeteer. Since revealing his arsenal of toys, he’d yet to say a single word. He was not waiting; he was observing, reveling in the moment. He prized timelessness and wanted to make her anxiety last. But she did not shudder, did not show an ounce of worry or excitement. She remained as tranquil as an origami crane.
            Suddenly, the sex toys suspended in the air by blue chakra strings flourished with a gesture of Sasori’s hand to linger around the controller. Sasori kept his lifeless, brown eyes on her naked frame. In a way, she was just like him: becoming a part of what she loved. That was what he found most desirable about her, the passion she shared with her own idea of art. “I’ll begin now, Konan,” he told her.
            She could’ve reacted when the cable sprung from his abdomen like a harpoon, but stayed in place. It seemed aggressive, but it was nothing more than a means to ensnare her. Her arms were instantly latched to her sides by the numerous loops. An easy enough snare for someone of her talents to escape, but she was bound by curiosity and her given word: she offered herself and would not struggle. Even as the cable looped twice, both above and underneath her breasts, she did not complain or give any indication that she was uncomfortable.
            Her compliance pleased Sasori, for it would make it that much more enjoyable when he broke her resolve and had her writhing. As if she weighed nothing, his cord carried her up and retracted slowly, the network of gears and springs clicking softly as Konan hovered over to him. She was still so silent, so unbelievably impassive. Sasori brought her to remain off the ground by a full foot. Her gray eyes tilted down to him as he gazed up smoothly, his lifeless smile still in place.
            “You could be living art,” he told her softly, eyes barely moving as he studied and memorized her facial features. When his attention wandered to other areas – mostly her chest – his right arm slowly came up. Not even a flinch occurred when his soft, eerily cold hand took possession of her breast, not squeezing, but simply gliding over the curves, careful not to alter its natural and perfect shape. Only when he tested its weight, bouncing it lightly in his palm, did he make the subtlest change to the form. Splendid, he told himself. Truly, she would be a remarkable specimen as a puppet, a beauty to show-off to countless generations.
            The breast’s tip was a little sticky with Deidara’s drying spit. Sasori ignored it and pet the taut nipple with his thumb. Still, Konan made not a sound and only continued to stare. He would shake that pompousness free of her when he was ready.
            Two fingertips dipped into the valley of her breasts so that he could scoop up a good portion of Deidara’s cum. The sample rose to the paper beauty’s lips and he made an offer for her mouth. “Open” was the only thing he said. She took only a moment to stare at the pearly glob before her lips parted just enough to wedge the two digits inside. Deidara’s bitterly-sweet taste was smeared forcefully onto her tongue, and she obligingly suckled and licked at the two fingers. Even when the fingers began a slow pumping motion, the two did not break their gaze with one another.
            The fingers left her orifice to collect some more for her to taste. This time, however, he skipped the remains Deidara had shot over her chest. Down and down, grazing lightly over the cable that snared Konan and kept her suspended in the air, Sasori’s fingertips touched her navel and slid further south, through the small patch of blue, until he discovered her dripping snatch. He caressed her methodically and slowly, carefully probing the entrance that had begun to leak Uchiha seed. The small spasm of clenching muscles was detected by Sasori, which brought his leering eyes up from where his nimble fingers worked.
            Konan knew she should not be surprised by the agile and precise movements of his hands. He was an artist/puppeteer; unlike Deidara – whose tongues worked wonders – Sasori’s abilities were dependent on his hands. Her chest expanded with a deep inhale when the middle finger punctured her entrance, sliding deep inside of her and caressing the walls that clenched around the intrusion. She was still tingling after Deidara – and then Itachi – had ravaged her. The digit curled, searched a little, and then pressed on the spot that Konan could not ignore. Her gasp was short and slight, but it was more than enough to satisfy the puppet master.
            The finger withdrew slowly after probing that particular area. A mixture of her essence and Itachi’s clung to his fingers – the latter more than the former – oozing down to soil his palm. Once again, the living puppet made an offering to Konan’s lips, and once again, she accepted. Itachi’s cum was a bit sweeter than Deidara’s, but it might’ve been the mixture of her own juices that made it so diverse. Sasori was sure to force his fingers in deeper than before, though Konan did not seem to mind. She thoroughly cleaned the fluids from the puppeteer’s best tools, her tongue darting out briefly to catch the pearly juices that stuck further down on Sasori’s palm.
            When he was satisfied, he drew his digits and watched the saliva droop and break between his fingertips and her tongue. The defiance and pride was still so obvious in her eyes, yet she was still so obedient. Obedient to the cause, not to him, Sasori guessed, and he could respect that. She was, in a way, a puppet herself, on the strings of Pain’s whims. Right now, however, she would dance as Sasori willed her to, for in this play, he was the master.
            Both of his hands came up to glorify the mounds of her chest. They were exceptionally heavy as he cupped and lifted them. When he bounced them, the supple flesh rippled slightly, much to the puppeteer’s amusement. He caressed them a little more with his hands before he captured a nipple with his lips, not uttering a single sound beforehand. His mouth was hot, almost dry; there was a little moisture to be applied to Konan’s tender breast when his tongue drew circles around the tight areola. His mouth pulled on the peak in steady, timed fashion, unlike Deidara’s rough suckling that left her a little sore. Sasori’s lips pulled away from her flesh, but his tongue remained to flick over the hardened tip until he altered breasts, his left palm latching securely onto the one his mouth had just abandoned.
            Konan exhaled smoothly through her nostrils, finding the doting of her bust to be somewhat enjoyable. However, she noticed that his hands and even his lips were unnaturally cool, absent of the heat of life. His touch wasn’t freezing, but it was at a lower temperature than what was normal amongst the living, not that it didn’t make his ministrations unwanted.
            The redhead sucked a while longer on Konan’s taut, brown nipple before he had his fill. His thumbs briefly caressed either nipple before he left her untouched save for the cord holding her almost a full foot off the ground. She remained resolute as his cold eyes ghosted over her naked body. He showed rapt interest when he observed her pubic mound and was unable to resist bringing up his fingers to gingerly pluck at the cobalt curls. His ring finger extended slightly to stroke the sensitive nub protruding just beneath the nest of hair. As expected, she didn’t react. Such poise and grace, truly an angel to be revered…
            “This body of mine,” Sasori started, his stare moving nowhere else but her beautiful snatch and the fingers that danced there, “it can feel neither pain nor pleasure. It’s the reason I carry these.” His chakra-threads became visible, flourishing the toys that hovered behind him. He flexed his right forefinger, bringing one of the toys to him: a pair of small clamps linked together by the flowing-blue chakra twine that came together in a ‘Y’ fashion at his fingertip. Dangling on thin chains from the clamps’ ends was a small bell each that chimed serenely as they swayed.
            Sasori held one of the white clips, pinching its end to split its maw. Konan watched him, undaunted by the object even after guessing its purpose. Sure enough, Sasori sketched the brown circle of her tit with the toy before securing its mouth onto the nipple itself. It bit down hard, the intense pain almost making Konan lose a gasp. She did not allow it, though, restricting herself only to a quick twinge. The flinch reoccurred when Sasori tugged on his end of the clamp to test and make sure that it was properly applied to her breast. Taking the other clamp, he went to fasten it onto her opposite breast. Again, he yanked on the cord to assure that the clamps would not slip off.
            “The sight of you writhing,” he went on, idly tapping one of the bells fixed to her plump breasts, “is where I will find my pleasure.” The chakra cord became taut until he had to pull slightly. Konan winced as her nipples stretched out, her tits coning until Sasori allowed them some slack to settle in their natural state. The peal of the bells echoed in the torch-lit dome.
            Satisfied with the treatment of her breasts, Sasori’s study went lower. His palm grazed over her body, moving slowly and purposely to enjoy the soft, gentle texture of her skin. A moment was taken to thumb her navel, bumping casually on the piercings around it before his hand continued its course. She had expected his fingers to reunite with her throbbing core, but he stole his hand away the second he brushed against the top strands of her pubic mound. She wasn’t necessarily disappointed, but she thought it rather annoying that he would not fulfill her. Here she was, willfully at his mercy, yet he refused to take advantage as Deidara, Itachi, and – more than anyone else – Hidan had.
            “Why do you hesitate?” she finally said, her voice remarkably even and calm. Just what Sasori had expected of the lovely, blue-haired angel. A quick, throaty grunt of a laugh was offered as an initial response, but the brown eyes did not alter their examination or mirror his ironic humor.
            “It is important to examine my project beforehand,” he answered in his frigid tone. The cable sprouting from his hollowed-out midsection squirmed before slowly unwinding to carry its precious capture higher in the air. He was a very sturdy individual despite how lithe he looked to be able to maintain her weight without teetering off-balance himself. She came closer to the ceiling of her temporary prison, but her ascension came relatively short of bumping her head. Sasori was almost eye-level with her groin now, his unending interest peaking in his placidly demented gaze. “And you, Konan, are a very engrossing project,” he mused.
            His thumb and forefinger came up to part her folds for his viewing pleasure, further exposing her hard clit. He inspected the nub only visually, though he felt somewhat cramped. He could’ve just as easily cupped her thigh in his hand and drawn it up for better access, but there was no fun in that. Creativity was an artist’s strong point, after all.
            Konan felt the hand leave her sex before the binding around her went into motion. This time, it was not to position her; the harpooning tip headed downward, its coils winding around her body to give more slack to its head during its exploration. Like a snake, it slithered smoothly through the crown of hair before gliding over her slick petals. The friction of the line against her labia made her quiver; her pussy felt sore from the earlier abuse and recent need, and having the cable massage it while on its curious course caused conflicting sensations of pleasure and ache. She dealt with the feeling up until the cord snuck to the side and snared her knee. She grunted when it was suddenly pulled up as the point lunged upward to loop through the coils holding her around the chest. Wedging underneath the layers of cable, it shot down to capture her other leg.
            The bondage tightened to heft her legs higher, which compelled her shapely thighs to part extensively with more than enough space for Sasori’s face to nuzzle in between. “Much better,” she heard and felt him say as he neared her crotch. He did not have her wait, burrowing in slowly, pressing a hand against her thigh while the other once again separated the lips of her sex. Her clit was once again his to prey on, and he did not pass up the opportunity again. His tongue barely left his mouth to circle and stroke the sensitive bundle. Muscle groups flexed in Konan as the oral muscle prodded the pearl. The tip of his nose nuzzled in the blue pubic hair when he entirely enclosed his lips around her clitoris. Her hips bucked once, granting Sasori the melody of Konan’s moaning voice and the soft jingle of the clamp bells.
            While Sasori rhythmically suckled on her, Konan felt the helix of pleasure winding tighter and tighter. Itachi had brought her to her first release, tearing down her defensive barriers, and now left her receptive and vulnerable to Sasori’s thorough caresses. His fingertips fluttered against her nether lips before a pair of the digits wedged through them. She tensed around when he rotated his fingers, slowly at first before his wrist began to twirl in a full rotation. It felt like a power tool was working in and out of her, making her moans reverberate. He thrust his hand against her crotch when the rippling within her loins intensified. Sweet nectar streamed down his palm and forearm. His efforts were only doubled, forcing Konan to have to bite back the sounds of pleasure welling up in her throat.
            Slurping up the juices that had flowed onto his tongue, Sasori stepped away, shoving his fingers in as deep as they could go before slowly retreating. In the violet torchlight, the soiled digits gleamed; he did not give the sticky mess a second thought. Very slightly, he bowed closer to her to plant a few feather-light kisses on her thighs and groin, subtle caresses that gave her small chills. His tongue cleaned away small areas where her juices had seeped. And then he was away from her, satisfied from supping of her essence.
            Konan did remarkably well at steadying her breath, albeit a few unchecked moans. There was still some restraint to be fortified against the puppet master’s caresses. After a deep inhale and a smooth exhale through her nostrils, her breath had become controlled. Her gray eyes watched his fingers drag lightly over the insides of her thighs. He was very careful, as if the slightest amount of pressure would bruise her flawless skin, even though she had taken the treatment of a frenzied Hidan. His roaming eventually led him to wander over the hole between her ass cheeks. He circled it with his forefinger before weakly pressing on it. The feeling caused Konan to wince, still feeling a bit uncomfortable in that particular area after Hidan’s relentless onslaught. Even so, she refused to vocalize the sensation when the finger shoved through the ring of muscles. He probed deep, unperturbed even as Hidan’s spunk oozed over his hand from her flooded bowels. A second finger was not added, though he explored the rim of her asshole with his remaining fingertips.
            He slowly withdrew his hand from her backside, which she seemed appreciative of. His finger dripped with Hidan’s seed; he kept it cautiously away from the rest of him, offended by its presence, though it didn’t show on his face. Konan’s straight mouth creased downward a little when the cable descended her. Forgoing preamble, Sasori speared his semen-coated digit at her pursed lips. Her nose crinkled, but she hardly put up a fight – sticking solidly to her vow of compliance – when the finger wedged through her lips for her to clean. She suckled to gulp down the small serving of the Jashinist’s sperm.
            “The Leader has turned you into a fine puppet of his own already. So willingly, you would surrender your body to his host of men only to unite them,” Sasori reflected while removing his finger from her mouth. He lazily let his fingertips drift down, creeping up the rise of her left tit before grasping the thin chain linking the clamp to the bell and pulling on it. The plump mound stretched out. He pulled a little longer before cupping the breast to knead it. When his fingers squelched a bit too tightly, Konan seethed.
            In a whipping flourish of cords that made the bells jingle from the abrupt motion, Konan found herself hanging upside down, facing Sasori’s groin while he inspected her own crotch. The cable creaked as it wound tighter to keep her secure, squeezing her breasts almost painfully. The blood rushing to her head was a little dizzying, but she could manage it while Sasori had his fun. She preferred not to be on such display, but at least he had more grace when tending to her than Hidan had.
            Sasori hummed softly during the inspection of her sex, as if dwelling over his latest puppet project. Her vagina was saturated with saliva, semen, and her own secretions. His fingertips brushed over the nether lips in a circular motion, separating them sometimes to peer into her flooded depths. Undignified, but Konan endured like a proper angel on her divine quest. Her view was forced upon Sasori’s pants’ crotch, to which she could not help noticing was not tenting. In the process of transforming himself into a ‘work of art’, did he happen to remove significant parts of himself to distance himself even further from mortal pleasure and pain?
            “Beautiful,” she heard him whisper. His fingers were stolen away from her like the refreshingly cool breeze during a sweltering summer day. He extended his right hand leisurely, curling his ring finger to beckon forth its item: a thread of cold, steel beads a little larger than a chicken’s egg. Five orbs altogether, each with a red symbol of the scorpion, Sasori smirked nonchalantly at them. It had perhaps been too long since he indulged in these sorts of delights. A soft chuckle fluttered from his throat while a palm clasped over his demented gaze. “Konan, I am happy to have waited so patiently for something so glorious to work on.” His hand came away from his face, slapping down quite brutally on her backside; she hardly gave more than a wince, though it did hurt a bit more than she let on. As the hand squeezed her ass cheek – one, then the other – his right brought the toy in his possession to play. “I must make use of you so I can forever remember the sounds and scenes of this moment.”
            Konan did not reply; she just pursed her lips and held her breath when she felt a round something be applied to her asshole. Hidan had loosened her, and she had barely just tightened back up. Now Sasori seemed determined to change that. The steel ball pressed down harder, and she could not help but grunt harshly as her anus spread around it. With a bit of effort on Sasori’s part, though gravity helped his fingers’ downward push, the first bead pushed beyond and fit snuggly inside of her rectum. Not being one to hesitate unless when studying new and interesting opponents, Sasori immediately made to equip the second ball within her.
            “Ughn…!” Konan’s deep moan was prolonged, probably expressing more pain than taking in the initial bead. Her reflexively-refusing muscles fought against the intrusion, but Sasori was determined. She hissed when he forcibly wedged it in completely. She was flooded with sensations different than when the solid shaft of Hidan moved in and out of her. It felt like her insides were being compacted; she could feel it all the way up in her gut.
            The third insertion began, which forced the two earlier balls to cram further into her colon. Sasori watched with rapt attention as Konan’s pained anus stretched tightly around the sphere pushed by his insistent thumb. When she gave another harsh grunt after excruciatingly accepting the bead into her body, Sasori pondered the look on her face. Anguish mingling with unknown pleasure, emotions worthy of eternity.
            The puppet master – and temporarily her own master – didn’t skip a beat as he already had the fourth installment on the way, shoving against her back entrance to join its predecessors. With her bowels stuffed with balls, Konan’s body involuntarily pushed against the creeping intrusions to force them out. Surprisingly, by doing so, it allowed the opposite reaction; the fourth sphere lodged into place.
            “The last one,” Sasori told the slightly out of breath woman obediently captured in his coils. The second he touched her abused asshole with the final ball, he heard and saw her tense in preparation. Perhaps enjoying this final addition would be prudent. He pressed his thumb down on the bulb, but not with as much pressure as before. It was not waiting; it was taking pleasure in every moment of this wonderful spectacle.
            Konan did not find it as glorious as the puppet artist did. She gritted her teeth, trying hard to keep her concentration on loosening her anal muscles, which was becoming an increasingly hard effort with how Sasori was taking his sweet time forcing the final ball through her anus. The already-inserted beads were forced deeper to accommodate the last addition. She breathed deeply, her cheeks flushed with effort while keeping her back passage relaxed. The orbs pushed in further, stretching regions that had never known outside contact. Another groan that could not be sustained forced its way free when Sasori finally popped the ball through. For good measure, he shoved his finger in with the sphere to lodge the anal beads deep within her rectum. Only the small, yet sturdy twine with a hoop at the end dangled from her anus for when the time for extraction came. For right now, however, Sasori left the beads in place.
            The painful/unique experience was finally over, and now Konan had to struggle to get accustomed to the linked items filling her ass. Her hips wriggled slightly in an effort to possibly find a position to better accommodate the beads, but the cord binding her hardly allowed her to be mobile. Being upside down wasn’t exactly helpful, either, for even the greatest ninjas could not endure such a state for long without getting dizzy.
            As if aware of her plight, Sasori once again manipulated the cord jutting from his empty belly, this time rotating Konan to hover on her back while he was neatly settled between her legs, their groins level. “It’s almost time for the climax of my puppet show, Konan,” he murmured, sliding a palm up her stomach to once again fondle her breast to make the bells tinkle. As he groped, alternating between ginger and rough squeezes, he said, “I’ve been working you for a lasting release. It will not be the fleeting explosion of pleasure Deidara insists is more beautiful; it will linger, and you will not forget it.” A pull on one of the remaining three chakra threads, and Sasori was holding a smaller device than what she expected after the string of anal beads was presented.
            It was a small device: a small, pink box – probably for batteries – and a wire that connected the box to a small oval of the same color. Whether or not she knew what a vibrator was – having been removed from such sexual exploration in her war-enveloped life – Sasori planned to share its splendors with her during this final act. With its size, it was a simple task to lodge the box in between the cables nearest her groin; it was close enough to her sex for the elliptical bulb at the end of the wire to be pressed firmly against her clitoris by two of Sasori’s fingers.
            Konan did not find anything spectacular about this item. It was smooth against her throbbing pearl, and at first contact, she felt a small sensation of pleasure, but if this was all it had to offer, she was not impressed. As things stood now, she was more concerned with the five spheres packed behind her aching asshole.
            Sasori could identify the flicker of discontent evident in her hard gaze when first introduced to one of his last toys, but that would be rectified the moment his thumb flicked the switch. The moment he did, the bit beneath the pads of his fingertips came to life with fervent vibrations. Unable to feel it quiver due to trading the sense of touch for invulnerability, Sasori knew that the toy was doing its job only when Konan’s jaw locked and she gave a surprised gasp of pleasure. He smirked and pressed the item harder against her clit. With her prideful willpower, she was able to collect herself after the initial outburst, but the muscles in her thighs visibly tightened erratically. Even the muscles of her throat flexed as she struggled with the pleasure that she could do nothing about. If it kept up, after being so elated from the earlier ravishing from the other members of Akatsuki, she would explode before Sasori put his last toys to use.
            And he would wait no longer to do so. While his left hand kept the vibrator against her pussy, he took hold of his last two toys. Both were dildos: one was a transparent purple with ridges running up the shaft to its bulbous head, and the other had nothing remarkable about it aside from its peculiar texture and skin color; probably more curious than that was the fact that, unlike its wobbly partner, it was as limp as a wilting flower. Not that Konan noticed at first, for when she actually found the reserved strength to lift her head up and stare down between her heaving tits, her attention was drawn to the pink oval compressed beneath her pubic hair.
            Only when Sasori’s crowded hand began to work on the sash about his waist did she give him her unfocused attention. Somewhat eager to know the truth about what was beneath his trousers, Konan forced herself to watch, fighting back the pleasures assaulting her clitoris and threatening to pull loose the contracting knot in her lower abdomen. With nothing to hold it up, his pants fell down around his ankles, and Konan was left baffled when she saw that he had no genitalia to speak of, only a narrow hole no larger than a pea where his shaft should’ve been.
            “What… is that?” Konan couldn’t help but ask, though it was a bother to keep her moans under control.
            “When I fashioned myself into a puppet, there were certain factors that I had to take into consideration. In this case, I chose to remove my penis,” he explained. He brought his right hand up, and it was only then that Konan realized that the smaller, flagging phallus was of the same skin tone as Sasori. Touching the odd container embedded in his left chest cavity, Sasori continued, “With this, I can transfer myself into other puppet hosts that have been modeled to duplicate my likeness. However, it would be a hassle to reshape this particular part of me and leave the original in jeopardy should I be caught off guard. Therefore, I removed it, and turned it into a detachable member. Now, it can be equipped to me and any one of my puppets at my choosing.” His smirk became darker before the rattle of ball joints sounded behind him. Behind him, like a zombie rising from the grave, the Third Kazekage came to life and floated over to its master’s side. “Allow me to demonstrate.”
            Shifting the tattered robe around on the Third Kazekage, hiking it up over the marionette’s crotch, Sasori revealed the port for his own penis to be locked into. He pressed base of his flaccid penis against the hole until the tubes connected and there was a click to indicate a successful merger. With the connection, the blocked tube opened into the preserved cock to unleash a torrent of chakra that brought the otherwise lifeless shaft up to full mast.
            The compartment at the right of Sasori’s chest creaked open, and several chakra threads leapt out to resume the work of those handling from his fingers. It was more practical to only use this technique when wielding his one-hundred puppets at once, but he needed the use of both of his hands at the moment. A little extra drainage of chakra shouldn’t hinder him in the slightest. Now under the commands of Sasori’s will rather than his fingers, the Third Kazekage lunged high, joints rattling noisily as it came about in a haze of rags and limbs. It stopped abruptly when in front of Konan. It remained suspended in the air, head drooping and eyes dead. Konan stared up at it, undaunted by its haunting features. Just what was did Sasori have schemed now?
            The puppet remained still a moment longer before it jerked and went into motion. Its left hand came up and latched onto the nape of her neck; she could feel the claw-like tip against her throat, but it did not hurt in the slightest. Sasori knew how to handle his favorite puppet – aside from himself – and knew to take great care, for the slightest mistake of a twitch could have a flurry of poisoned blades chopping off Konan’s head. Luckily, as a puppeteer, there was none better than Sasori; he wouldn’t make such a slip up.
            The Kazekage’s other hand came and held onto the side of her head, forcing her mouth wide with its thumb. It inserted its borrowed cock into her mouth; it had to rock its hips a few times before working the head and a little bit more into her throat. With Zetsu’s unique penis, it had made her slightly ready to deepthroat, but Sasori’s appendage wasn’t as malleable as the spore ninja’s synthetic cock. Slow at first, the puppet began to pick up speed when pounding itself down her windpipe. She had few opportunities to catch her breath, but she did not waste them. Remembering the needs of normal humans, Sasori was sure to sometimes have his puppet extract itself entirely from time to time for her to get her bearings before accepting the cock once again. She was no weakling, though, and could handle this brutal pace a while longer.
            This left Sasori to his own plans at her crotch. He bent down slightly, eyeing her slick folds as they secreted more and more of her juices that ran down to her anus. She had coped quite well to the introduction of the balls stuffed up her butt, but could she maintain that graceful poise was the true question, especially with the last toy brandished in his hand. He kept the vibrator in place with his pinky and ring fingers so that his thumb and forefinger could stretch out the lips of her vagina and reveal her hole to him. His chuckle was muted underneath the buzz of the toy, the rattling of the Third Hokage, and the frantic ringing of the nipple clamps.
            Lubrication was provided solely by Konan’s saturated snatch when Sasori lined up the purple dildo with the entrance. He twisted the phallus left and right, easing it in slowly, though he could have pushed it all the way into her without the slightest resistance thanks to how excited she was. It almost took a full minute for him to fill her vagina up with the rubber toy. Her walls clamped down on it as the release began to boil like lava from her core.
            Konan could no longer stop the sounds of pleasure that was muffled by the six-inch cock rushing to her throat and back out. The cords around her were chafing, and in her opinion, unnecessary now. True, she was being face-fucked by a human body-turned-marionette, but rapture was overwhelming her. Hidan, Itachi, and Deidara lit the fire of passion that now blazed within her, and Sasori was determined to let the flames spread into a wildfire.
            She coughed a bit when the puppet drew out of her, but she eagerly invited it back into her mouth after she had caught her breath. Her throat was becoming sore from the constant abuse as well as the guttural groans the beckoned for more. Defiant to the cords that held her securely in place, her hips tried to gyrate against Sasori as he worked two toys against her snatch. He, however, did not need her aid to help him bring her to completion. It was whenever he was ready that she would know release.
            He made sure to use a variety of techniques when thrusting the dildo in and out of her pussy, moving it to and fro or pushing it into her at different angles. When he detected the tightening of her body, he would withdraw both the dildo and the vibrator, be rewarded with a disappointed and frustrated noise from Konan’s clogged throat, and wait until her anticipation settled before maintaining the prior treatment.
            It was his utmost delight to see the right-hand angel of the Leader bending to his will, struggling when he did not fulfill her needs, but remained obedient nonetheless. Perhaps, if he had more time, he could toy with her more; however, he could not ignore the poundings against his iron sanctuary was becoming more desperate. Those outside must have become even more furious than before. Would Deidara finally resort to detonating the dome to get to the precious, paper angel?
            Better to hurry than lose this opportunity to bring her to completion altogether. He looked over to his puppet. Ceasing its bucking motions against Konan’s face, the Third Kazekage regarded its master before lunging over to his side. A simple swap was in order; Sasori took his own cock from his puppet, replacing it with the dildo that had been used to plunder Konan’s vagina. With its flexibility, the dildo may prove a bit more difficult to handle orally, but Sasori thought she would enjoy the taste of her own essence as the puppet master fucked her himself.
            The removal of chakra-flow left his cock flaccid again up until he placed it back where it once belonged when he was still human himself. The tubes opened, and soon, the penis came to life with constant pulsations. Unlike the chakra needed from the Third Kazekage, an organic fluid akin to lifeblood was flowing through the cock, a benefit for having the cylinder in his chest. He did not preserve his testicles, for if the urge to procreate beyond making more puppets came to mind, the fluids within his life container was suitable enough to impregnate a woman.
            He took a moment to admire his erection, jutting from his crotch once again after so many years of being separated. As if he could feel the wondrous sensations, he gripped it and gave it a pump. The result was a bead of milky-white fluid frothing and dripping from the tip. He had been saving up for a while, after all, and there was no such thing as pre-cum for puppets. It was a direct pump to the reproductive portion of the life-containing compartment.
            At his mental command, the Kazekage swung wide about from its chakra strings to return to Konan’s face. She had little time to reflect on the changed penis, for the puppet made an immediate ram for her mouth, to which she hadn’t the strength to refuse. The taste coating the phallus filled her mouth, and her tongue – through somewhat cramped – moved about as much as it could to capture her wonderful flavor.
            Sasori watched as Konan’s throat bulged with each of his puppet’s thrusts before turning to his own task. Her pussy was quivering and was on the verge of a climax. There would be no more waiting or teasing; Sasori readied himself to give her fulfillment as she had done for him. Keeping the vibrator steady with his left hand, he held onto her waist and rammed himself into her awaiting snatch. His body buckled from the force of colliding with her, but if she did nothing but moan for more, he was not being too rough. He retracted, and then charged right back into her, nearing her cervix each time before a determined thrust had his semen-leaking cockhead up against the channel leading to her womb, where Uchiha seed had already been planted to search out possible fertilization.
            In between pounding hips on both ends, Konan’s orgasm could not stave itself off. When it erupted, it dwarfed the sensations of her first. As best as she could in her bondage, she thrashed and writhed, rocking her hips against his, grinding her clit against his smooth crotch each time he pounded into her. The vibrations of the toy on her clit only escalated and prolonged these heavenly feelings that were worthy of sinful demons. Pain’s angel welcomed the bliss and yearned for more. So intense was this orgasm that she soon found herself squirting her juices all over Sasori’s lap. The clear fluids drizzled down his legs unheeded. The feeling of doing something she considered shameful left her cheeks aglow with a shade of pink as the puppet continued to thrust into the passage of her esophagus.
            The benefit of losing the sense of touch meant that a woman’s orgasm did not, in any way, affect the duration of the man’s performance. She was squeezing him with enough vigor to have Hidan swearing out to Jashin before imparting his wad within her; Sasori went on as though nothing was happening. Of course, he knew that she had reached her orgasm and was still enjoying monumental shocks of pleasure with the help of his toys, but that did not mean he was finished.
            In an effort to keep new sensations of pleasure overloading her brain, Sasori rotated her so that her breasts now dangled and swayed beneath her. The bells hanging from the tender nipples rang over and over as her body was moved back and forth. What she noticed most during his orgasmic high was how at this angle Sasori’s penis now rubbed up against the wall dividing her vagina from her compacted rectum. The presence of anal beads made her pussy considerably tighter, but that was a fact that was wasted on Sasori’s enjoyment. It did, however, keep Konan from descending from her cloud.
            “We’re at the end, Konan,” Sasori told her. He had had his fun, and she could only maintain mind-numbing pleasure for so long. It was time to take back what was his. He hooked a finger through the hoop hanging from Konan’s asshole and slowly pulled on it. A wail was muffled into the Third Kazekage’s crotch when the first ball was slowly drawn out of her rectum, finally giving her some relief from the bloated feeling. It popped out, and the second was soon to follow. All the while, Sasori made sure not to lose the tempo of his thrusts. Playfully, he gave the string a few quick yanks to extract the third ball excruciatingly slow.
            It wasn’t until the last two balls were vacating her bowels in the tantalizingly slow manner before Konan felt the warm splash burst within her, seeping through her cervix to pump her womb with thick semen. Sasori hadn’t made so much as an exhale when he came; it must’ve been entirely voluntary with little to no consequences on his part aside from minor chakra usage. Even as he spurted heavy loads into her snatch, he moved at an unchanging pace. The hot feeling spread out on the network of nerve endings, which allowed a few more bursts from her waning release, amplified when the last two balls were pulled from behind her anus, leaving her stretched-out but empty. Her heavy exhale was almost followed by a gratified grin.
            Sasori’s thrusts slowed when he brought the row of beads up for his observation. Truly splendid, he mused while gazing at his reflection in the metal orbs. Unfortunate that this had to come to an end so soon…
            Konan gasped deeply when the Third Hokage moved away from her, finally allowing her throat some rest. It took her a moment to realize that she had been descended to the floor, and the cables around her were beginning to slacken. Was he releasing her at last? What diabolical plan did he have in store now? “What…?”
            BAM!!
            Before she could turn to the puppet master – who was currently and calmly retreating to the disguise of his Hiruko puppet – she sat up and faced the crumbling wall of iron. Her emotionless expression retook her face, though it was hard to mask the glow of satisfaction and exhaustion after the grandest orgasm of her life so far. She sat in a way that kept her thighs together and modestly crossed an arm across her chest, never-minding the bells still attached to her nipples.
            A pair of tall silhouettes stood amidst the cloud of dust. A fist was extended, as black as coal and as hard as diamond. “I’ve finished with the bingo book,” the dark voice of Kakuzu rumbled in the hollow dome. Konan caught his wicked gaze between the wisps of dust. “Now, Konan, it’s time for me to reap the benefits of your offer.”
            Behind him, Konan saw that Zetsu had split in half; White Zetsu seemed very pleased to have access to the beautiful woman once again. However, they were hardly a concern when the hunched-over form standing next to Kakuzu came forward. As powerful as he was, Kakuzu would need the extra oomph from a teammate to penetrate Sasori’s greatest defense. Her eyes widened slightly. “Konan-san,” Kisame’s voice growled with humor. A clawed hand swept away the dust particles drifting in front of him so that she could bear witness to the beastly form he took after merging with an excited Samehada. He looked like a shark monster with arms and legs, fins on his elbows and ankles and back, and a long tail that thrashed excitedly behind him. His fatal fangs gleamed as he rested his sights on her. “You shouldn’t have teased for so long…”
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