WARNING! Rape ahead! Do not read if it offends you!

Shoyū (Possession)

The izumi was beautiful, no matter the fact of the circumstances of her being there. Sakura appreciated the beauty of the cave, with the crystals shimmering in the artificial light for a moment, before she was dragged forward to be dumped in a tub of freezing cold water. She screamed, spluttered and kicked, wanting so much to kill the gorillas that were laughing at her misfortune.

Then rough hands were tearing her clothes from her, leaving her naked in front of several ogling men. These same rough hands dragged her over to the central spring, where an intimidating woman took her from the man's grasp, equally as rough with her. Sakura struggled as she was forcefully scrubbed clean, her skin eventually left raw from the harsh scouring.

Once that was done, the woman dragged her over to another tub, and Sakura could smell the scent of perfumes, subtle ones, though. But before she could have the opportunity to identify what was in the water, she was dumped into the vat. She came up coughing and gasping for air, but then that horrible woman dunked her under again a few times, probably getting some kind of sadistic kick out of it all. Then she dragged her out.

Once she was dried, she was turned over to the lewd men once more, and then Sakura was dressed in a completely see-through slip, one that had jewels all over it. The dress, she decided, was only there to hold the jewels. They were the decoration, but they needed something to keep them where they were supposed to rest. Otherwise, she might as well have been naked. A moment later, she was dumped on a seat in front of a mirror, and a female slave came forward to do her hair, brushing it out and stringing more jewels through it. All in all, Sakura looked beautiful, and if it weren't for her circumstances, she might have indulged in some preening.

But this was not a good time for that. Once the slave girl, who was infinitely more gentle than the other people, was done, Sakura was dragged to her feet once more and all but carried out of there. Their destination took a little time getting to, and she was glad that people didn't gawk at her as they passed by. They were probably used to people being dragged through the streets. Eventually they reached a tower, and she realised that it was a literal tower she was going to be held in.

One inside and up a seemingly endless flight of stairs, she was thrown rather unceremoniously onto a large and comfortable bed, then a golden shackle was attached to her leg. The man that had brought her up here leered indecently at her, then turned and left, locking the door behind him and leaving her alone to whatever it was that fate held in store for her now.

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Gaara barely registered when he was informed that the woman he'd ordered his men take to the tower was ready for him. Like it really mattered. She was there for his convenience anyway, and no other reason. In the end, once he tired of here she'd probably just end up like the rest of them. Despite the… unusual… colour of her hair, he doubted that she had what it took to keep him interested, anyway.

At the thought of her hair, though, his inner demon rose up and snarled, still finding her offensive. Maybe it would be good to take her, get Shukaku's bloodlust over the whole situation over and done with. This… girl… was far too distracting to not deal with her as quickly as possible, and with that thought in mind, Gaara stood and allowed his sand to take him straight to the tower, leaving the people who'd been talking to him to stare at the space he'd vacated.

Not that he cared that he'd interrupted their tirade; he hadn't been listening, anyway.

The tower was inaccessible to anyone who didn't have a special token that had a signature jutsu imbued in it. That way, Gaara could control who could interrupt him and therefore would also knew exactly who to punish if things didn't go the way he wanted. Even then, it only worked once for them, then they would require permission for another. Naturally, he got in simply by teleporting in.

Once he materialised in the tower, he was immediately assailed by the scent of onna. Moving his gaze to the left, he spied the woman asleep on the bed that he never used, except to relieve himself on a slave. She was dressed in a transparent robe with jewels embroidered upon it. He sneered. Were they trying to make her look desirable? In any case, his physical reaction to the sight of one of her nipples proved that it was working.

Moving over to the bed, Gaara eyed the sleeping woman, wondering on how she could possibly sleep. He hated people who slept, as he'd been denied that luxury his entire life. Not that he could really complain, since he'd given himself over to Shukaku, he'd embraced the insomnia, willingly. But that didn't mean that he couldn't be resentful, and would kill anyone who dared to argue otherwise.

Sitting down on the bed, he watched as her deep breathing caused her chest to rise and fall, and he felt the stirrings of lust in his loins. This woman was perfect for sating the demon within him, and already he could feel Shukaku rousing in tandem with his own desires. She looked so helpless, and it was turning him on. Reaching over, he trailed his hand along her thigh, feeling the silky smoothness of her skin. Too long he'd denied himself this pleasure, but no longer.

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Sakura stirred in her sleep. Something was stroking her softly, and honestly, it tickled a little. She twitched her leg, then came wide awake when whatever it was that was touching her moved up between her thighs. Her eyes shot open and she looked up to see the Sandmaster leering down at her. Everything came flooding back in an instant, and she desperately scurried away from him.

A low growl was emitted from deep within him as he painfully grabbed her leg and dragged her back over to him. Sakura swallowed a scream as he tore the 'dress' from her, flinging it to the floor as he forced her on her back. He pulled her legs up, forcing her into an extremely undignified position before sand suddenly shot up and held her in that position. The kaibutsu then proceeded to strip himself as well.

She tried so hard to free herself from the sand, but it had her in an iron grip. Once he was naked, he threw himself on her, ravaging her mouth with his as his hands roved her body, his touch harsh and painful. She could feel him become hard, and terror flew through her brain. It hit her that this was really happening, that she was going to lose her innocence to a demon, but then all thoughts were scattered when he started to rub his length against her opening, and to her horror, she was enjoying it.

Her body reacted to the friction in a way she had often fantasising about with a knight in shining armour. This demon was ruining that for her, but her body refused to care. Just when she thought it was going to go on forever, he stopped, and Sakura hoped this meant he was done, but she knew deep down that he wasn't. With a swift thrust, he buried himself inside her, breaking her barrier and causing her such physical pain that she could not describe.

Onna: Female.