Captivity

Chapter Two

-Never Ending Nightmare-

Natsumi sat in the middle of the bed, staring at the wall. She was going to go insane. It had been five days since she had last seen Akito. In fact, it had been five days since she had seen anyone from the compound. She didn't even hear anything from outside. Though, someone came three times a day to bring her food. But she never saw them. It was horrible, worse than being with the man who called himself her master. Because she was completely and utterly alone.

In her solitary confinement, she'd rummaged around the room, finding a few new weapons. Some kunai with a symbol she recognized from Konoha. So this was where the alleged Uchiha Sasuke was, and not only was he here, he had an heir. And arrogant, asshole of an heir. Who had stolen her virginity mercilessly. Subconsciously, she rubbed her hand between her legs, trying to sooth the still aching pain. It wasn't too bad anymore, but it still felt sore.

She sighed and laid back down on the bed, pulling at her 'clothes'. It was a see through sheer fabric, with a black threaded designed intertwining all over it. And like most of the little outfits it ended just after her rear, having the form of a tiny dress. She had on a black matching thong, fiddling idly with the strings. Surprisingly, they weren't uncomfortable, which was at least one thing that wasn't totally horrible. But then she started to think about her family.

Her father, Sabaku no Gaara, the Kazekage of Suna. He must be furious, and her mother. She tried not to cry. She missed her mother so much. Her happiness and her beautiful smile, everything she represented was comforting. She shut her eyes tightly and allowed herself to cry, something she had begun to do less and less of. She wished she could see her brother one last time. Tell them all to go on with their lives, because she knew there was no hope for her.

The train of thought led her to how she had gotten into this mess in the first place. She'd been in Konoha, visiting her best friend Minako. And the Hokage, Minako's father, had asked them to go find some herbs. In their journey to a nearby waterfall, they were just playing around, swimming in the cool water before gathering what they needed. How foolish. She sighed. The one time her sand had been discarded, was the one time she would have needed it. She brushed the memories away, hoping Minako was at least ok. But seeing as she wasn't here, she assumed the best, and would not let her mind think otherwise.

The door opened suddenly, and Natsumi's head turned in the direction, her eyes widening slightly as Akito entered the room, shutting the door behind him. Completely ignoring her, he propped his sword against the wall and walked over to where a mirror hung on the wall above a small shelf. Turning so that his side was visible in the glass, he lifted his shirt, revealing a large bruise. Then he took the black fabric off and examined the rest of his torso, finding a few cuts and scrapes along his back. Catching Natsumi's gaze in the mirror, he smirked. "Miss me?" he asked, slight humor evident in his tone.

She rolled her eyes and turned over, so that her back was facing him. He chuckled. "I'll take that as a no."

Akito walked over to the dresser and opened it, pulling out some ointment. He unscrewed the cap and got some out on his fingers, spreading it over the large bruise, not giving any sign that he was in pain. Then he summoned a clone to cover his back, dismissing it once the task was complete. He went into the bathroom and washed off the goo from his hands, drying them off on a towel before going back into his bedroom. Natsumi was still in the same position, and he raised a brow at her. "Are you always this boring?"

"Yup." She replied tersely.

"Huh." He said, beginning to stretch his slightly sore muscles in the center of the room. "Makes sense though. You don't look intelligent enough to hold a conversation with." He smirked to himself, bending as he stretched his leg muscles.

She successfully held in a retort and sighed. "Yeah…sorry to disappoint you." She said simply, closing her eyes and trying to ignore his presence.

"Guess you wouldn't care to hear about the search they're doing for you." He finished stretching and walked into the bathroom, leaving her alone. Her eyes shot open, but she forced herself not to move. She gripped onto the sheets, frowning as she felt herself tear up. Why was he so cruel? Had he not already destroyed her enough?

The sound of the shower started, and not even five minutes later, Akito emerged once more, hair dripping with a towel slung low around his waist. Unseen by Natsumi, all of his cuts were gone, and the bruise on his side faded significantly, now only a light yellow. He tossed his pants down the laundry chute and then walked over to the dresser, pulling out another shirt and pair of pants. He dropped them onto the corner of the bed and continued digging, finding a pair of black boxers. Shutting the drawer, he let his towel drop to the floor as he began to dress.

"So…" she trailed off, pinching at the sheets. It wasn't like she wanted to talk to him. But she'd been so alone and confined for a lot longer than she was used to, and she was one of those people that needed human contact. "Where were you…?"

He glanced at her as he pulled up his pants. "Training." He said simply.

"Oh…" she looked off, staring at the bedside table on the other side of the bed.

"The training regimen of Suna shinobi isn't as harsh as presumed." He commented. "Especially if the Anbu aren't even much of a challenge." He looked at her. "Do you do something extra, or is it the fact that your father is the Kazekage and your mother a renowned medic that you are better? My sharingan lets me see who is strong and who isn't." he tapped next to his red eyes. "So I was just curious."

She tensed and grimaced, glaring hatefully at the wall. Carefully, so he couldn't even tell she was moving, she reached her hand beneath her pillow and pulled out two kunai she had stashed there. He actually went wide eyed when she flipped up and attacked him, latching onto him as she tried to drive the kunai into his shoulder. "You killed my Anbu?" she shrieked.

He grabbed onto her and flipped her over his shoulder, causing her to hit the ground. Before she could get up, he was on top of her, pinning her body with his own and holding her wrists strongly. He snatched the two kunai from her and tossed them across the room. "How else do you think I trained?" he asked, tilting his head to the side and looking into her glaring eyes.

"Why couldn't you just train on someone else then!" she yelled, feeling her eyes give way to her sadness once again. "Why them? Haven't you already done enough to me!" she screamed, letting her tears fall, not caring if he scolded her or got angry. She just closed her eyes and shook her head, struggling beneath him, just so she could get away and wallow in her own sorrow.

Akito just watched her, noting the way her tears made her more beautiful in his eyes. "Forming attachments to people makes you weak. Bonds, are weak." He said. "That is why they died so easily."

She shrieked, focusing all her hatred and fury on him. "I'll show you weak!" she seethed, kicking her legs up and crossing her ankles over his neck, throwing him off her. She flipped up and grabbed the sword that was against the wall and pulled it out, throwing the sheath aside. "That is my village! And I won't let you get away with this!" she yelled, running after him, not giving him a moment to get up. He barely dodged out of the way of her expert swing, a thin line of blood appearing on his cheek.

Wiping it away, he used his superior speed to get behind her and grab her wrist, twisting it painfully and making her drop the sword. He roughly turned her around and pressed her against the wall, this time using his entire body to hold her there. She struggled against him, but her efforts were useless, for he was stronger than her. Instead of saying something completely callous, he gave her a thoughtful look. "I wish I could fight you without the restraints of your seals. You would be a formidable opponent."

"If I didn't have restraints, you'd be dead." She laughed, wincing when he forced her a bit more harshly into the wall. "The things I can do…" she smirked. "I know how to counter the chidori. A technique I know your father loves, and I assume he passed on to you. You're pretty fast, I'll admit, but I'm faster…faster than the human eye, and faster than your sharingan can react I'm assuming, since I caught your dad by surprise."

"Then luckily for me I have developed my own lightning techniques that nobody has ever lived to see." He smirked. "Besides, the Mangekyou misses nothing, so don't go thinking you're so great." He let go of her then and walked over to his discarded sword and kunai, picking them up. He sheathed his sword and placed it on its holder, putting away the kunai as well. "Although I will admit, I am glad you attacked me. I was beginning to think you had given up the will to live, and then I would be without a bed mate." He looked over at her then, his gaze fully taking in her appearance.

She shut her eyes tightly, frowning as she kept her back to him. She'd failed in her attempt to hold in her emotions. But the fact he had killed her villagers, was almost unbearable. She lifted her hand to her face and rubbed her temples. "I have given it up."

He came up behind her and placed his hands on her hips. "Shame. I was looking forward to seeing how far you would go to be free." He whispered in her ear, slowly trailing his hands down to the hem of her nightie and beginning to lift it. Her skin began to crawl, but she decided not to move. She'd been thrown around enough for one day, and what did it matter? He was going to get his way anyways. He had an ace literally up his sleeve.

"Whatever." She said, trying to let her mind go off.

"Natsumi." He murmured, licking a path down her neck and across her shoulder. "Have you ever considered trying to enjoy it? You may not like being here, or with me, but you should allow yourself a few pleasures in your captivity. This being one of them." His right hand began to rub her through her underwear while his left continued to slowly lift the sheer fabric.

She couldn't help but arch into his touch. There was nothing she could do to stop the effect of his hands on her body. At the sound of her name she opened her eyes, feeling something odd ache inside her. That was weird. It was actually the first time he'd even said her name. "I don't want to enjoy it." She told him, pursing her lips together.

"Try." He coaxed, cupping her left breast in his hand and gently tugging on her nipple. "You might like it." He began to nibble at her neck then, biting and licking the soft flesh.

She closed her eyes, trying to regulate her breathing. "If I try…will you leave Suna alone?" she asked.

"Yes." He said against her skin, grinding his erect member into her backside.

"Promise?" her breath hitched. She didn't know why she asked. His word probably meant nothing.

"I promise." His hand slipped beneath her thong and he inserted a finger into her. He was actually slightly surprised to find her wet.

She swallowed hard, moving against his finger then. "Fine." In all actuality, ever since he'd taken her the first time, she'd been craving more sexual feelings. Most likely from having a taste of the erotic sexual pleasure and then being left alone to wallow in her need. As embarrassing as it was, she'd actually taken to pleasuring herself to ease the need that would grow. God, she was disgusted by herself.

He smiled slightly against her neck and removed his hands from their tasks. Gripping the bottom of her dress, he began to lift it off of her, secretly pleased when she raised her arms to aid in its removal. Discarding it on the floor, both of his hands came up to toy with the twin mounds on her chest. At first she was reluctant to the touch, but forced herself to relax, which turned out not to be too difficult. She actually leaned against him for support as her knees grew weaker from the reactions he was causing in her. "Why'd you leave me?" she asked curiously, not really understanding why she voiced that odd question. What did she really care?

He paused in his actions, but then continued as if her question hadn't affected him. "You…upset me, and rather than take it out on you, I chose to get some exercise." He began a trail of kisses down her back as he lowered, gripping her underwear and pulling it down her legs. In truth, she had done more than upset him. He had been downright angry. He didn't understand how she could be so ungrateful as to try to run away and then attack him when he had saved her from Suigetsu instead of just letting the other man have her. Part of it was because he didn't want to share, but another part was because he felt possessive of her, on a far deeper level that he didn't fully understand, and didn't want to. He knew if he had stayed things would not have ended well, and so he left. Luckily he had run into a Suna search party made up of Anbu. They had allowed him to relieve the anger he was feeling, and regain control over himself. Emotions were a weakness, after all.

She stared off, thinking about it but refused to let herself delve into the possibilities. "I hate what you've done to me." She told him, unable to resist any more since he was just teasing her. She bit down on her lip and lowered her hand, rubbing her throbbing clit to ease the heat that was building in her.

"And what have I done to you?" he asked, spreading her cheeks and licking along her anus. She whimpered, sliding her hand between her legs and slipping her own finger into her soaking folds.

"I thought you left me to torture me with this…insatiable hunger for more."

He smirked, seeing her actions through her slightly spread legs. He reached up and inserted his finger along with her own, moving opposite it, so that when she withdrew he entered. "That was not my intention, I assure you." She actually moaned aloud, making him pause in his antics. It was an absolutely beautiful sound that could harden even the most confused men.

After a while of this he stopped, taking his hands from her and stood. Natsumi looked at him over her shoulder, her eyes widening when she saw him removing his clothes. Despite the fact that they had had sex before, she had never seen him naked. Akito lifted off his shirt, and then removed his pants, being left in only his boxers. They were quick to go as well, and when he was naked, he walked around her until he was standing before her.

She seemed a bit withdrawn now, being faced with his full length, and she didn't really know what to do. Last time he'd just thrown her on the bed and had his way with her from behind. "Um…" she looked off nervously. She should fight, she shouldn't give in to him. But both her quivering lips wanted to once again, to feel the heat she only felt after effects of.

He stepped forward and gently grasped her chin, turning her head to look at him. He grabbed her hand that had been pleasuring herself and placed it on his hard member, tightening his grip and moving her hand along him. "You have to make me feel good too." He instructed.

She nodded, reminding herself it was to protect Suna and all her people from him. She gripped him tightly, a bit too tightly, making him wince. "I'm sorry," she blushed, mumbling out quickly and beginning to jerk off his hard on with her sticky fingers.

He grunted, moving against her hand. A few moments later he stopped her, wanting to save his release for when he was inside her. He led her over to the bed, and waited for her to lie down before crawling over her. He began to kiss her neck again, creating a trail until his mouth closed over her nipple, where he began to suck on it eagerly. She moaned again, arching into his mouth, but keeping her grip in the black sheets. She didn't want to place her hands on him, she still didn't want this to be intimate in any way. This was just sex. Sex that would make her feel good and protect her family.

He kissed his way down her stomach until reaching her dripping folds. Not wanting her to soil another set of his sheets, he began to lick up the excess juices, swirling his tongue around her clit every few licks. He was glad that she wasn't resisting this time, as her noises of pleasure were far better than her silence.

She cried out, gasping loudly, as she looked down at him. "Oh my God. That feels amazing." She moaned and then went wide eyed when all she was imagining was him dominating her. She sat up and pulled away from him. "No, I…I can't, this is wrong. I hate you, I can't be giving my body to you." She trembled.

He sat back and looked at her. "How is seeking pleasure from another wrong?" he asked. "Almost every shinobi does it. It is nothing to be ashamed of."

"Maybe seeking pleasure where both parties complied. I was kidnapped by some gross freak and presented as a present so you could fuck me whenever the hell you wanted!" she glared.

"You're right." He grabbed her by the ankle and dragged her beneath him. "And I want you now." He said before thrusting into her wet folds. She yelled out, but not in pain, like she expected to feel. It felt amazing and filling and hot. She couldn't help but moan as he began to pump into her.

"St-stop." She protested weakly, placing her hands on his biceps and 'attempting' to push him off. Though from her previous efforts it was obviously halfhearted.

"You know you like it Natsumi." He said, gripping onto her thigh and draping it over his waist, allowing him to go deeper within her.

She shook her head, but the noises coming from her mouth were evidence of her bliss. "No." she said, whimpering. "Please stop…I don't want this. Ah!" She arched her back when he hit something inside her that sent vibrations up and down her spine.

He increased his pace, causing their pleasure to double. "Don't fight it." He began to play with her breasts then, wanting to drive her over the edge.

She met his thrusts with her hips, her body rejecting her want of withdrawal. "No! Please..." she shook her head, placing her hands over his and lacing her fingers with his as he fondled her breasts. "Please..." she trailed off, meeting his next thrust with an aggressive one. "Fuck me harder!"

Surprise lit his eyes for only a moment, and then he smirked, withdrawing from her almost completely before ramming into her harder and faster than before. "I'm going to show you that I can please you greater than your fingers Natsumi." he said, tightening his grip on her breasts.

"AH!" she screamed out, thrusting against him. "Yes! Please me Master!" she called out, moving her hands from his and taking hold of the sheets to anchor herself. "I want to feel good." She arched her back, her more animal like instincts surfacing with her primal need.

Akito moved his hands on either side of her face to anchor himself, increasing his pace until they were moving so hard and so fast that the entire bed was shaking. "That's right." he murmured in her ear. "Scream and let everyone know how I please you."

She screamed out, the only emotion on her face being bliss. "Oh God!" she gasped out, glancing down in-between them to see their joined bodies. "I think I'm about to come." she told him, panting loudly. She'd never actually been able to feel the heat of a release. And she couldn't lie, she wanted it. Badly.

"Good." he panted, feeling his own end drawing near. "Let yourself go."

She nodded, enjoying the last moments of him and his momentum. Before she could prepare herself she went wide eye and arched into him, forcing him deeper inside her. She let out a deep throaty moan, letting her body give way to this amazing feeling. Feeling her release, Akito let out a groan as he came inside of her, slowing his thrusts as they both came down from their high.

Natsumi laid beneath him, panting, as the rise and fall of her chest began to slow. She rested her eyes, running one of her hands through her hair. Her body felt so satisfied, so warm. But she couldn't help feeling slightly disgusted with herself. She'd thrown her pride to the wind just for a moment of pleasure from the man who'd taken the most sacred thing to a woman. She frowned, wanting to curl up into a ball and go to sleep. She used to imagine this act as being beautiful, and that she and her partner would be able to embrace after the act. But Akito was not a person who would subject to such a thing, nor did she want him to be. She happened to sigh when he pulled out, so he was unaware of her inner thoughts behind it.

He rolled so that he was laying on his back next to her, letting his breathing slow once more. He was glad that she hadn't struggled as much this time, making the act even more pleasurable. It wouldn't be too long until she was begging him for more. By his estimates, within the month he would have her trained to be the perfect sex slave. He sighed, wiping a hand down his face. He was really tired, the events of the past five days enough to almost exhaust him completely. But he would wait until Natsumi had fallen asleep, because he still didn't trust her.

She shifted onto her side, getting beneath the covers she'd grown used to over the past few days. She closed her eyes, not really caring about what could possibly happen to her. In a normal circumstance she would remain awake and vigilant, but there was no hope of escaping. She thought about her family once more and how much she missed them. With that she allowed herself to fall into the dark abyss of her dreamless sleep.

Sensing that she was now unconscious, Akito shut his eyes and fell into a light slumber, remaining alert in case she tried anything during the night.