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By : Shortcake
Category: Naruto > General
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Author's note: This chapter is rather harsh. Elements of humiliation and rape references. This is not how human being should treat one another, however, it's an important part of the story. If these things are too disturbing for you, please don't read it.

Yoshi stood just outside her cell, his fly open as he stroked his throbbing erection. The boss insisted he couldn’t touch her yet. We need to follow the breaking process, he said. But he didn’t say that watching was forbidden. So Yoshi put the unconscious whore on display.
He had her laying on the cell floor, the grimy yukata completely open. He splayed her pretty pink hair out to the side and had taken a few extra moments to place her breasts just so. They’d felt so sweet too, soft and a good handful, not too big or too small. The spying bitch was flexible, so he’d put her ankles up by her head, thighs spread wide, knees slightly bent. This gave him the best show – her ravaged pussy, swollen and oozing a cream pie just above her demolished asshole. Her ass oozed cum tinged with blood. The thought of the boss driving into her, making her cry, tearing at her insides as he violated her flesh, wringing information from the whore spy… it made him hard as a rock.
Yoshi grunted as he came, his jizz splattering on the cell floor, joining the growing pile. This was his third time to jack off this shift. He and the other guards were taking turns. They couldn’t wait to really take turns on her, but everyone knew the boss wouldn’t tolerate his orders being broken. So for now, the men contented themselves with jerking off to her molested body as they waited for her to regain consciousness.
As if she could sense him thinking about her, the pink haired spy stirred from her slumber.
Sakura blinked her eyes open, gradually becoming aware of the fact she was back in her prison cell and that her body was on lewd display. At least Saizo’s jutsu gave her some decent sleep. A jolt of severe pain shot through her body as she tried to sit. She cried out as she struggled to a kneeling position on the dark, cold floor.
Yoshi chuckled, “Hey Keni! The prisoner is awake. Looks like the bitch is sore.” He turned his attention to his prisoner, “What’s the matter? I thought you were a whore? What kind of whore can’t take a little fucking?”
Sakura glared at the taunting guard. She focused on her swollen, oozing orifices. She’d seen worse, but Saizo certainly made it look like she’d been raped. The only clothing she had was the dirty yukata. No panties, and the obi was gone too. She struggled to cover herself from the leering eyes of her captors.
“Look, Kenji, the fucking whore is getting all modest on us. Doesn’t want us to look at her naked body. Guess what, bitch. We’ve all been looking. We’re just waiting for the go ahead from the boss, and we’ll all be taking turns at that pretty pink snatch of yours.” He motioned to his flaccid dick still dangling from his open fly. “You’re gonna love it, little whore. A whore like you probably enjoys a gang bang, right?” He put himself back in his pants as Kenji walked up.
“Yoshi, I sent a message to the chief inspector.” He looked over at the straining girl. “Took her long enough to come around. How long do you think until we get a go with her?” The younger shinobi asked his supervisor.
Yoshi shrugged, “It just depends on the boss and how long he takes breaking her.”
Sakura listened to the disgusting banter as she made her way to the toilet. Urinating hurt bad enough to make her scream, drawing the lewd guards’ attention.
Kenji eyed the woman crying on the toilet, “She looks kinda broken already, don’t you think?”
Sakura worked to cup a bit of water from the drinking fountain into her hand, pouring it over her delicate folds. She repeated the process several times, pushing large white globs of cum from both her holes. Tears of agony ran down her face as she struggled to clean her filthy body. Eventually, she resorted to using the yukata as a wash cloth, then rinsing it out at the end. She shivered; the thin, wet garment failing to protect her from winter’s chill seeping through the prison walls.
Kenji grinned at Yoshi wickedly, “Let’s have a little fun with her, huh?”
Yoshi raised an eyebrow, “You know the boss’ orders. We can’t touch her yet. Pal, you don’t want to be busted. She ain’t worth it.”
Kenji’s smirk simply spread across his face, “Don’t worry. I ain’t gonna touch her.” He turned to the prisoner, “Hey, bitch. You look cold. I’ll make you a deal.”
Sakura heard everything they said, but to this point chose to keep quiet, save for her crying. She sniffled, looking at the guard warily, “What kind of deal?” she shivered, desperately trying to warm herself by rubbing her arms.
“Give me a blow job through the bars here, and I’ll give you a blanket.” He offered.
A fresh set of tears ran down Sakura’s cheeks at the disgusting prospect. She was really cold though, and if they didn’t do something for her, hypothermia would follow all too soon. “Okay. Let’s see the blanket.” She shivered uncontrollably.
Kenji returned a moment later with a rather itchy looking wool blanket in his hands. “Blow me, and it’s yours.” Just seeing her squirm had him half hard already.
Sakura nodded, slowly moving towards the bars. Every step was painful, but she’d make herself get through this.
Yoshi licked his lips with anticipation, “I gotta hand it to you Kenji, this is gonna be a nice little show.”
Sakura stopped, glaring at the older guard. “If you watch, I want two blankets.”
Kenji complained, “He gets to watch, and one blanket is enough for you, little whore.”
Sakura wrapped the thin yukata around her body, folding her arms over her chest defiantly. Her negotiating position was weak, but she persisted. “I’ve seen Yoshi pay to watch before. It’s only a blanket; doesn’t cost you anything.”
Yoshi chortled, “I’m surprised you remember that, whore.” He nodded to Kenji, “Go ahead. Get a second blanket for her.”
Kenji returned a moment later with two blankets. He handed them to Yoshi to hold as he stepped up to the cell bars, dropping his pants to his ankles.
Sakura dropped to her knees before his erect penis. Even though torture loomed on the horizon, she couldn’t help crying at the humiliation she faced now.
“What are you waiting for? Suck me, bitch.” Kenji thrust his hips against the bars, flinging precum into the kunoichi’s messy pink hair.
Sakura winced, then set to her task. She stroked him with her hands. Kenji was an average length and size, it wouldn’t be difficult to do. She breathed deeply, returning her mindset to being Yoko once more, playing the prostitute.
Kenji hummed at the delightful feel of her small, soft hands on his hard cock. He’d been without a woman’s touch so long, he’d nearly forgotten how soft they were. “Yes, that’s it… Do me…”
Sakura reached her tongue out, licking the tip of him a few times, teasing him as her hands stroked his erection in an easy rhythm. She worked him into her mouth slowly, taking a bit more with each bob of her head, her tongue swirling around him at the end of each wet stroke.
Kenji groaned, the feel of the whore’s sweet lips sliding along his length drove him wild. Even in prison, she gave great head. “Fuck! Yes!”
Sakura moaned, acting like his cock was the best tasting thing on the planet. She was taking him almost to the back of her throat now. One talented hand, eased down, stroking his balls as the other continued aiding her mouth on his member. The kunoichi eased the first hand further back, caressing his taint, then fingering his back door.
Kenji threw his head back, pushing his hips against the bars at the extra stimulation. “Oh! Fuck!” He moaned.
Sakura would have smiled, were it not for the cock in her mouth. Her deft finger made its way into Kenji’s back door, stroking, searching for that sweet, sensitive spot. At the same time, she relaxed the muscles in her throat, taking the guard’s hard cock down her throat.
Kenji grabbed the bars with his hands, desperate for a link to reality as he neared the precipice of ultimate pleasure. Yoko, Sakura, whatever her name was, she was blowing him to heaven. “FUCK!” he yelled as his climax neared.
Her skilled finger up his ass stroked Kenji’s tender insides as she stroked him up and down her throat with her second hand cupping his tensing balls. A few seconds of hyperstimulation was all it took, and the mountain ninja came in sharp spurts down her gullet. She pulled back from the satisfied man, turning to his partner for her blankets.
Yoshi stroked himself through his pants as he watched the lewd display. Catching the whore’s gaze, he smiled at her swollen mouth, cum still dripping on her chin. He knew what she wanted. “Here you go, whore.” He grinned wickedly as he dropped the blankets into her cell directly onto the gooey pile of jizz on the floor. “Oopsy!” He chuckled darkly.
Sakura simply bent down and picked them up. They were wool; even wet they’d keep her warm and covered. She tried desperately to hold back the tears to no avail. She glared at Yoshi through blurry vision as she blinked, the evidence of her humiliation streaming down her cheeks. As quickly as she could with her ravaged torso grimacing at every step, Sakura wrapped herself in the blankets and lay on the floor, weeping.
Yoshi licked his lips at the sight of the little spying whore trying to hide in the blankets. “Kenji, you take the desk. I’m going to rub one out here after that show.”
Kenji nodded as he put himself back together, “Yes sir. Damn that girl has a hot mouth.”
Yoshi agreed, “Damn right, the bitch is hot. I can’t wait to take my turn at her, you know?” He was still stroking himself through the fabric of his pants as Kenji headed back to the desk. There was something about seeing her completely humiliated that made him hard as a rock. Knowing the boss had forced her, seeing her holes weeping his seed, then watching her blow Kenji so she could have a blanket. Yoshi threw his fly open and stroked his cock as he watched the devastated woman weep.
Violent sobs wracked her shoulders as Sakura could no longer hold back. The warmth and darkness of the blankets gave her a modicum of privacy and comfort. Still, the kunoichi couldn’t stop the tears, nor did she want to. Humiliation, frustration, pain, sorrow… all of it came out in a rush. The fact she’d also had the most amazing sexual experience of her life with Saizo only confused her on top of all the pain. She needed to keep her mind steady, free from emotional attachment. Yet this man, this older, foreign man, her enemy, had treated her gently. He’d pleasured her like no man she’d ever touched. She felt… No! She refused to feel this way for him. She must remember her mission and her oath. Any liaison between them, however pleasurable it might be, was just for the mission. Bitter tears ran down her face in torrents as the exhausted young woman finally succumbed to sleep within the confines of her dearly paid for blankets on the cold prison floor.
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