Alright chapter two of my sick little fanfiction is here; not that too many people were on the edges of their seats to find out but oh well.

Warning: This fanfiction has been rated M for extreme violence, mature language, sexual situations, masochism, BDSM, and other things to boot, so if in any way these subjects offend you then PLEASE for your own sanity do NOT read this story. All complaints will just be made fun of in commentary that shall appear every five chapters; so please don't waste your time.

Thank you; and enjoy.

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Genma jumped slightly as he felt hot breath caress his ear, his skin tingled as the warm sensation shot through his body.

please...oh please be a girl.

was the only thought on his mind, he wasn't even worried about the knife that he had previously heard, all that concerned him was the sex of his captor which was breathing against him in a rather sexual way.

"You are in quite a one sided situation pretty boy." The hot whisper of a feminine voice tingled his eardrum; his senses toward his current position were suddenly blocked from his mind, the feeling of an attentive hand running down his torso slowly, caused blood to rush toward his loins; as the gentle touch continued lower and lower it stopped at his belt line. He groaned in sexual frustration trying to twist into a position to force the ministrations to continue.

He paused though, as the ringing sound of metal on metal reached his ears; then he tensed as he felt the pointed tip of a blade drag slowly and gently up his stomach, all the way up to his throat. Genma held off a gulp as the point of the weapon dug slightly into his flesh, he felt nervous to breath as the voice spoke again. "Now, now, don't get so excited, the fun hasn't even started yet. And you can't be in too much extacy when we slowly tear you apart." her tone had changed quickly from erotic to deadly as she nipped at his earlobe before stepping away, and leaving the tent silently.

Genma sat in silence once more, not even the slightest sound reaching his ears. For a moment he thought the woman had completely left the area, and this thought remained in his head for at least a half hour before he began to think. He needed a way out, any way out so that he could escape what ever the woman had planned for him.

For what seemed like hours he sat alone in the eerie quite, trying to think, the surroundings so serene that it threatened to put the konoha shinobi to sleep. He wondered what the woman had gone to do; maybe she had kept other members of his team alive as well. Maybe they were in the same uncomfortable predicament that he was in, he was lucky to be blessed with the patience he had...the rest of his team he wasn't so sure.

He actually half-hoped he was the last survivor, as heartless as it sounded, he guessed that compared to what ever was in store for him...death was a blessing. So he continued to sit alone, waiting and thinking, wanting something to happen but at the same time not, and continuously formulating plans only to throw them out again.

Truthfully in his sheer state of boredom, it was hard to concentrate on the task at hand. Not to mention his curiosity was getting the better of him when it came to the identity of his captor, and the place he was held in; it was all a mystery...a very intriguing mystery.

Then finally after the long wait he had gone through, Genma heard it...voices. Voices of people he had never heard before...right outside the tent he was in. He listened intently to the conversation, doing his best to make out everything that was said, and at the same time attempting to figure out the number of people there.

"So he's finally up?" a voice he had never heard, female definitely, he mentally marked her with the number 1.

"Yes. Very awake." the woman from before, she graced the list at 2.

"So your absolutely sure he had no pocky on him?" Female; 3.

"Positive." number 2 again.

"He's just a worthless jounin from a worthless country, why keep him? let's just dispose of him now before his presence causes problems." female number 4; he supposed that so far he liked her the least.

"Oh! but he's a cutie, can't we keep him longer? Oh please!? I rarely get to play with a mouse this cute." a fifth whined, the way she spoke of him scared him a bit. what had she meant by play?

"would you stop bitching about your sick hobbies and use your brain? I know it's unfamiliar territory for you but seriously try and think for once." the fourth scolded the fifth irritably. He supposed they didn't like one another.

"I'll have to agree with Kyoukou, though i wouldn't have put it in the way she had. The jounin's presence could become problematic." the first spoke calmly as if she were speaking with a child.

Kyoukou...the fourth had a name to her number now.

"I don't care either way, as long as i get more pocky and he stays away from it...he doesn't bug me." the third voiced loudly though it took him longer to figure out what she had said, considering it sounded like she was chewing on something.

"Two to two, put that down your pants and jerk it!" The fifth mocked with a laugh in her voice.

"Must all your comments be vulgar and immature, Aikyo?" Kyoukou voiced with a groan toward the behavior of the fifth person.

Aikyo...he now had two names to put to two voices.

"Does your face?" Aikyo questioned snickering be for adding a quick, "Oh yeah I so just went there."

"How is it even possible that I am on the same side, with a slow minded twit such as you?" Kyoukou spoke rhetorically and before Aikyo could get a word in the first interjected; cutting off the start of their fight.

"So then i guess it all comes down to you Senchi-kun. What do you think?"

There was an elongated silence before Aikyo's voice broke through.

"Come on pleeeease Senchi-kuuuuun!! I wanna play, please oh please? I haven't had a mouse to play with in a while and and if you let me play with him, I'll..." there was a pause, Genma could only guess that she was thinking. "...OH! If you let me play with the little mouse for a while, I'll make sure you enjoy it to!"

What does that mean...? Genma wondered silently to himself as he continued to listen.

He heard a sigh come from the girl he had first had an encounter with, now labeled as Senchi. "All right." She spoke in an almost defeated voice.

"Fuck!" Kyoukou's voice resonated strongly with irritation.

"Hah! Who's the twit now!?" Aikyo cheered her victory and somehow Genma could only imagine her dancing around in a circle to match it.

"Senchi-kun, I truly can't agree with this decision." The first woman spoke seriously.

"Relax Itsumi...he won't be here long, just long enough for Aikyo to have her fun." Senchi replied in an attempt to calm her comrade

"All right...i guess I'll have to trust your judgement." Itsumi sighed out. Faintly Genma could hear an argument between Aikyo and Kyoukou, it was something stupid so needless to say he blocked the majority of it out. But what he could not ignore was the sudden, random statement that came from the woman he could not yet name.

"I WANT POCKY!!" She shouted in an almost ear piercingly loud voice.

There was a long pause before the other four women replied just as loudly, "Satou you ALWAYS want pocky!" and then the sound of some sort of metal smacking down hard into something; presumably Satou, soon followed. Genma could tell this was going to be a loooooong imprisonment.