Disclaimer : I don't own Naruto nor any of its characters.

Warning : I found it important to place the warning in each chapter, even if you're already bored with it. Because it is IMPORTANT for you to know that this fic is NOT for those who are under age and for those who couldn't face hardcore (and when I said hardcore, it really was really heavy) sex. This chapter will also contain improper things, immoral things, pedophile tendency, and a lot of other. Please do not read if you can't handle these stuffs.

Double Warning : This chapter is probably the most brutal one from the other chapters. I hope that you're open minded enough to accept the brutality of this chapter. If you think you can't, please, do NOT read.

Notes :Sorry for the late update – I was busied with the exam weeks in my Uni. Ah yes, finally, Sasori into action.

Summary : AU. As teenage prostitute, Sakura thought she had seen the worst of lives and sex. But that was becore an unfortunate meeting with 2 twisted students and 1 psychotic teacher. SakuraXSasukeXSaiX Sasori.

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Chapter 3

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Haruno Sakura shivered continuously. The water was so cold, that she suspected there were ice cubes inside the bucket before Sasori spilled the content into her. She glanced at the now wet floor of the stage, her pink lips quivered while she did so. The black leather outfit that Sai had made her wear clung tight onto her body, although the X-shaped plaster Sai had plastered on her right nipple was coming off. Sakura instinctively dragged her arms across her chest to cover her boobs. Her jade eyes still showed shock and her damp pink hair hung loosely on her bare torso. She glanced warily at the biology teacher in confusion more than anger. Besides, after those rows of sex with Sasuke and Sai, she hadn't had her original spirit.

"I hate to wait, Haruno," sighed the red-haired man and in the brutality that matched Sasuke's, Sasori had pulled the girl's withering body to his chest and before Sakura could react to push him or to simply get away, Sasori had snaked his cold fingers around her neck.

Clasp.

The soft sound made her looked down, while one of her arm reached her neck, only to discover that Sasori had attached a metal dog-collar around her neck. She wasn't given much time to protest nor to run, because the collar itself was attached to a long leather rein –whose end was at Sasori's hand. Sakura dreadfully looked up at her psychotic teacher, his eyes were so calm, even when he began to walk away and pulled the rein along. This action made Sakura fell lumped forward and her front faced the wooden stage floor hard, but Sasori paid no mercy and continued his walk, making the collar around her neck choke the poor girl.

She struggled to stand up but tugged at the rein so that he was forced to stop.

"What do you think you're doing?!" she snapped.

He turned around and eyed her down before taking several steps towards her. This had made her unconsciously took some steps backwards, but there was Sasuke's hard chest behind her that prevented her to escape. The Uchiha snaked his arm around her shoulders and securing her still. She panicked as the teacher approached her more but Sasuke wasn't of any help. Finally, Sasori was right in front of her. She faintly held her breath as his lean fingers trailed the path on her left breast and crudely took off the remaining X-shaped plaster there. She shrieked as her left hand quickly covered her left breast.

"You will strip off that leather clothes," commanded Sasori.

She wouldn't grant him, she wouldn't –

But Sasuke already pinned her wrists below her back and had her chest pushed forwards, almost touching Sasori's clothed one.

"If you won't, then I will,"

"Fine! I'll take it off myself. Don't touch –"

"You took too long," and with that Sasori had effectively rolled down leather suit, cutting the straps that tied it to her neck, and freeing her of any shred of fabric. "But your black boots may stay,"

Her nudity enraged her once more. Since her arms were held captive by Sasuke, Sakura had no choice but to just lunge her legs forwards in the attempt of kicking the red-haired. This vain attempt stopped once Sasori aimed the mouth of the revolver to her forehead.

"Do we always have to do this, Haruno? Do we always need to remind you that your life is at our hands right now? And that whatever attempts you're doing are fruitless? Or do you need the bullet inside your skull first before you can completely understand?" he said, and all of her defense weakened. "Good. Uchiha, release her," he told his student before turning the attention back to the woman. "Haruno, I don't want you to question any of what I'm going to tell you. Your task is only to oblige them, not to neglect them, do you understand? You are my puppet, I'm your puppet master. You do as I told you to do,"

She spitefully nodded. She had heard rumors about Sasori's obsession towards puppets and how it affected his controlling character. She could understand now, although she could never be considerate about it.

"Good. Now, I want you to bend down on your knees,"

Sakura didn't immediately follow, but she knew that sooner or later, she would be forced to do so. Bending down, she let the caps of her knees touched the drama hall's stage floor and looked down. Her still damp pink hair veiled her pretty face, making her pale back free of any tresses. She then felt a slap of whip on her bare ass and she was about to protest but then she felt Sasori's shoes pressed hard on her back and kicked her down, forcing her back to lower itself until her elbows made contact to the floor. This pose was degrading her already, but Sasori wasn't yet satisfied. His shoes moved from her back to below, to her stomach. Sakura could even feel the edge of his polished shoes pressing the skin down there covered with her pink hair and Sasori nudged his shoes up –signaling her to keep her rear up, in level with her back.

"You'll remain in this position unless I'll tell you otherwise. And I tell you to be my dog, Puppet," Sasori stated, not forgetting to add that wicked smile of him, before he turned around and walked –pulling the strap that was attached to her collar and effectively dragged her along.

Sakura stealthily began to walk in that bended position, using her elbows and knees to move along her body. She was faced with the little stairs down to get off the stage and she had hesitated. But the tugging from Sasori urged her to continue and she began to carefully go pass the little steps with her elbows and knees. Behind her, she knew that the two black-haired students were trailing along, patient enough to wait her fully reached the ground before jumping off the steps themselves.

Now that they had leaved the bright stage area, they were walking in that dark, shadowy rows of theater seats. Sasori led the way through the vacant gang and Sakura trailed along. The darkness was actually quite comforting her. If not for her peculiar position and the collar around her neck, she could pretend that she was all by herself –the thought that calmed her.

But not long, even those 2 boys behind her couldn't really hold their wants. She began to feel someone caressing her firm rear, while another was clutching her milky breast. Sakura truly wanted to just halt, turn around, and snapped both Sai and Sasuke to stop their naughty touching, but Sasori had pulled her faster. Besides, after the slight teasing, the similar-looking men stopped their groping and let the girl walked in her own dog way. Sakura continued her walk until they finally reached the door. Sasori pushed out the double doors opened, and the contrary bright light almost blinded her eyes.

She was faced again with the familiar sight of her school corridor. Sasori dragged her out and she tagged along using her elbows and knees. Sai was tagging right behind her, and she was certain that the damn video camera still trailed her through its merciless lens. She heard the sound of the door's closed, and she knew that Sasuke must have closed the doors of the school's mini theatre.

Then, there was something that made the inside of her stomach felt funny. There she was, walking dog-style with a collar strapped around her neck, wearing kinky boots (and nothing beside them) on the school corridor that she passed every day. The sun was almost setting down, but its reddish rays still went through the glass window, bathing her nude form in its golden light. She had never felt so… exposed. It was too queer that she found herself nude in her school corridor. There was a high feeling of insecurity, of discomfort and –

"Too bad that School already ends hours ago. Too bad that tomorrow is already the Summer holiday. Although it is best to keep quiet, I somehow want to show my new plaything to the world, to brag it to other teachers,"

The mentioned of the word 'teacher' rose her attention. Among all, she was the most disappointed with Sasori. Sakura could slightly understand both Sai's and Sasuke's motives. After all, they were just 2 rich kids with perhaps excessive hormones, and demented preference. Besides, they were still her age. Most of her clients were guys her age too. But Sasori… despite his teenage-looking face and feature, Sakura knew that the man was in his late twenties already. Wasn't he supposed to gain more common sense? Moral? He had the image of the teacher to keep up!

"I don't care about that," Sasori suddenly commented, and Sakura realized that she may have talked her previous thoughts out loud. "I already have a nice job and position out there, I don't really care about my teaching job. It's just to kill time, and besides, I always love looking at young and supple skin, like yours,"

"You are a corrupted teacher," Sakura cursed.

The red-haired only rubbed his own messy red hair and wickedly laugh. "I am, am I not?" he then abruptly turned around and spoke. "Here will do. Lay down, with your breasts facing up,"

She bit her tongue to prevent her from killing this guy, if possible. But Sai and Sasuke had helped her to comply to Sasori's demand. The two boys pinned both her arms down on the floor forcing Sakura to lay in spread-eagle position, on the corridor of her own school. Sakura swore that she hated these guys in guts and she turned her face to the left, where she could see Sasuke's shoes, but that was better than looking at any of those men's eyes. She felt footsteps approaching, knowing that it would be Sasori's. The guy then kneeled down, he deliberately put his knee on her hot, opened cunt. Sasori leaned down and hovered his body over hers and began to speak again.

"Those two guys haven't much ravaged your perky boobs, have they?" Sasori said as covering one of her tits inside his cold palm. "Hm, too bad, we don't have much time. We have to prepare you and yet we couldn't let them wait. But rest assured, I will still make your pink buds awakened," and as he said that, Sasori bent down and started to suck at her right's nipple.

Sakura gave a silent cry, her head was arched up, as well as her chest. Sasori chuckled at this but he never once stopped savoring the milky breast. He palmed her right breast with two of his palms, one was mounting at the base of the mounds –making it fuller and juicer, while the other hand rubbed hard on the areolas of the very same breast. His mouth continued to make slurping sound and his hot, strong tongue pressed the bud. He let his teeth grazed the nub and once he felt that it was ready, that it was perky enough, Sasori let his hands and mouth off her breast. But before Sakura's nipples could even calm down from its erect position, Sasori had clasped a medium-sized clip on her taut nipple, with a little brass bell attached to the clip.

Sakura screamed at the sudden pain and she gazed down in utter hatred towards the bell on her nipple. Her fast breathing made the sound of the bell came out and Sasori laughed at this.

"Now, the other one," he said as averting his attention to her left tits. If he had been considerately gentle with her right one, he had been severe with its companion. Sasori slapped the mound, making it bounced, then he slapped it again and again, until Sakura could see the redness of her swollen skin there. He then roughly gnawed his fingers there and lowered his mouth once again, only this time, not to lick or suck her nipple, but to bite it. She let out a cry and her body involuntarily struggled. The bell on her right nipple dangled in its chiming sound and Sakura knew that she had stupidly granted Sasori the view of her bouncing tits again, but she just couldn't bear the pain. Sasori's teeth were cruel and sharp and – and God, he still made her nipple erect.

He applied the same clip and bell to her left nipple.

Sasori leaned back in satisfaction. "Now you look like a cute cat. Oh, but this preparation isn't yet finished," and as he said so, Sasori lowered his body until he faced her opening legs. "I could use help now," he said to Sai and Sasuke.

Sai smiled and said, "Sure, Sasori-sensei. I'll hold her wrists, you go on and hold away her legs, Sasuke-san,"

Horrified, Sakura began to struggle free. She didn't want to imagine what he would do down there, because it would be too scary. Sasuke already positioned himself next to Sasori, and he pried her legs opened wider. Sasori took no moment to waste as he leaned down so that his bored-looking eyes gazed deep into her walls and he began to part away the lips of her sex. Sakura let out a cry as Sasori rubbed the clitoris with his middle finger.

But her small whimper of cry was nothing to compare to her sudden scream when Sasori tore the surface of the nub by piercing it with a small ring.

Sakura's body rebelled as her hands itched to reach down, but Sai's grip was fierce. The poor beautiful girl was only allowed to scream.

"Take it off! Take it off! Please… Sasori-sensei, it hurts! Take it off!!" She screamed. Her clit was pierced with a ring that came with the matching, but smaller bell. The pain of hard clamping on her nipples was nothing compared to her burning clit. And she could hear those 3 guys laughed evilly, wickedly, clearly that they were enjoying her struggles, as the 3 bells rang in their own secured place. Sakura continued her whimper. "Please… how could you be so cruel? It hurts…"

"The pain will wash away, Haruno. You just need to get yourself accustomed to it. Besides, if you be a good girl, I will take off all those clips and ring. But if you choose to be rebellious, I will leave that ring on your clit forever,"

Sakura sobbed weakly and she felt that she was being released from Sai's and Sasuke's grips. But Sasori still had his hold on her. Tugging the strap that attached to her dog collar, he forced her to get up from her lying position bag to her crawling position. She obliged and resumed her walking in that dog position.

To crawl on the corridor of her own school in nudity had been killing her enough, but the embarrassment and pain doubled now, that she had her nipples clipped with two bells with the almost simultaneous sounds and the other bell attached to her clit. Every step that she took didn't lessen the pain, even worsening it, especially on her lower private area. Whenever her thigh moved forward, and the lips of her sex were crushed together, the pierced cunt was burning even more.

"Now my beautiful Puppet," Sasori had somehow earned Sakura a new nickname. "How I wish that we can take this kind of stroll on school's days. You know, me...having the complete control over you as I exhibited you like my personal vixen. Do you know what kind of responses you will get?"

She did not wish to hear. This had been humiliating enough and she didn't need anymore –

"The male students would gawk at you. Seeing the School's whore dragged along like a proud poodle, I bet they would want to just pick you up from the floor and banged you hard,"

"S-stop it…"

"The female students would probably just giggled as they played and fondled your nipples. Saying what a beautiful thing you are, a beautiful, yet sad thing. They would ask you to lick their wet cunt and in return, they shall give you the same treatment. Do you have any close friend? I know that you're quite close with that Yamanaka girl. Now, imagine that, Haruno. Imagine Yamanaka licking your hot core. You would love it, you would beg for it,"

"Ino won't do such thing to me…" she meeked.

"Then the other students… Ah, that dog boy, who was his name again? Him and his dog might found you as fellow bestiality-lover. That boy would surely force you to have sex with his dog,"

"Stop it!"

"Yes, all will enjoy your hot, free cunt, because you're the whore. Perhaps too. That old pervert would love to have you in her office everyday after his own session with Tsunade. He would bang and crushed your little body and forced his cock into your –"

"Stop it, Sasori-sensei! Please!!" she was horrified with all the words he had told her. It sent dirty, unimaginable images into her mind –it wasn't something that she would love to have in her brain.

The red-haired teacher only laughed some more and dragged her faster. He made her passed classrooms after classrooms, and corridors after corridors, until they finally stopped in a room that Sakura immediately recognized as the indoor gym. It was the place where she had her P.E. lesson every week if the boys occupied the yards. Sakura looked up to the door and then gazed at Sasori.

"Now, stand up, Haruno," he told her as finally letting go the hold of the rein. The pink-haired girl stood up and cringed when feeling the friction made to her pierced clit, but the standing position appealed her more than the crawling one. She made a gesture to cover her breasts again, but Sasori threatened her again with the revolver, and her arms fell limp beside her. The teacher then went to her behind and he placed a possessive hug around her shoulder from her behind. "Sasuke had taught you the lesson of bestiality and bondage, Sai had taught you the art of hanging and kinky tormenting, what I will teach you, my dear Puppet, aside from those already taught by my other 2 students, is something far more simple," he grinned at her neck and let go the embrace on her before he spoke again. "Open the door, Dear. And walk inside proudly,"

Sakura wrinkled her forehead in confusion but pressed the handle to the gym door, pushed the door opened, and invited herself in.

Her blood froze.

She screamed and her arms immediately flew to cover her breasts while she tried to clamp her leg shut. But Sasori behind her blocked all her movements as he hold the wrists and spread her arms wide, while he nudged his knee between her legs from behind, preventing her to clasp her legs shut. "You are not allowed to cover yourself, my Puppet. Because this is the lesson you will learn, the lesson of humiliation," spoke the red-haired teacher.

Sakura struggled in her might to release her wrists from Sasori's grips, but like so many other attempts, it failed. But she needed to cover her breasts, she needed to cover her wet cunt, she couldn't let those eyes looking at her!

"Where's you manner, Haruno? I want you to meet some of my subordinates in the political party I belonged to. Present yourself well to them,"

Inside the gym, Sasori had somehow gathered fifteen, no, twenty, no, maybe even more than 30 of his lower-rank men to see his newest Puppet.

"Sasori-sensei! Please! Not this, not this…!" she whispered to him as turning around and pressed her body towards Sasori. Her boobs were crushing onto Sasori's hard chest, and she knew that this would excite him more, but she didn't care. She just couldn't show her nudity to those many lecherous eyes.

"As fond as I am to see you cling to me, my Puppet, I still want you to show your naked glory to these hungry men," Sasori said pushing her little body away from her and turning her around again to face his subordinates. "Besides, why should you be ashamed? You are a whore, aren't you? You have dozens of stranger men looking and fucking you, why you shy away now?"

"No, please. No…" her protests were vain as Sasori presented her bare figure again to the cheering crowd and Sakura had never thought that her face could be anymore redder.

She saw different kind of men inside the gym. There were those who were looking normal enough, while the others were wearing sunglasses and formal suit, and most of them were like gang thugs, or even bandits. They varied in age, she spotted one that looked younger than her, while most of them were perhaps 30-year-old people, and a few old-looking one. But their eyes showed the same lust, the same hunger. She could see how their fingers were itching to grope her tits, to wet her cunt, to taint her, and –

"These are my men, so rest assured, they won't be telling anything about their interesting encounter with you. They have served me well and I want to pay them with the sight of my perky student. And don't worry, I've told them not to touch a single hair of you. You will walk proudly and show yourself towards them, and let them have their own imagination about you,"

Sakura shot the dreadful look to the floor and she wished that she could remain looking at the gym floor so, but Sasori's finger lifted her chin up high and he patted her shoulders to encourage her. "You will stand proud and walk around them to give them the show. Bounce your tits, show them how wet your cunt is, anything Dear, anything. And remember, if I ever catch you bowing your head down or trying to cover your tits and pussy, you will face the horrible consequence," Sasori said as affectionately combed the hair that covered her forehead.

"I can't –"

"You can and you will," with a concluding tone, Sasori spoke and then commanded his men. "Line yourself in 2 lines, and let Haruno Sakura walk between those lines." The command was executed quick, as the men formed their own lines, a wide gap between each line. She bit her lips, how she really wanted to cover her modesty. She knew Sasori was right, that dozens of men had seen her naked. But she had never been so… publicly humiliated. This was different from any of her other experiences. She wouldn't say that she was a modest woman, but even a whore like her didn't deserve this. She didn't deserve this.

Sasori had released his holds from her shoulders and stepped back. He reminded her once more about the rules and she cursed herself to be so weak, to have no power to fight. On the other hand, running away would be so stupid. Not only that she had 3 stupid men to chase her, but she had also a bunch of other men to prevent her escaping too. Knowing the inevitable, she took a deep breath and walked the first step.

It was horrible.

She could see the eyes of the men beside her were focused to her proud breasts. She could hear some other muttered things like 'I wanna bang her hard!' without any shame. She heard some were rubbing their erections, masturbating at the sight of her walking in her naked glory. The worst was one, the man who looked in his middle thirty, who was kneeling down to take a better look at her cunt from below. The sound of the dangling bells didn't help to ease her mind. With each step she took, a new kind of discomfort arose. It was so unbearable that she decided to close her eyes while walking. Sakura found it much easier to do, with her closed eyes. Sasori didn't forbid her to do so, and he couldn't see this action too from his position behind her. Sakura continued to walk, her boots pretended like they knew the way while she shut her eyes and imagined that she wasn't hearing any of those dirty words.

A large and rough hand then groped her tits. Sakura opened her eyes in surprise and she screamed at this. She felt someone from her left began to stroke her bare thigh and some others were tempted to ravage her body. She instinctively began to cover herself, but the rough men weren't paying any heed as they began to –

A loud shooting sound was heard, soon followed with a screaming man. Sakura looked to her right and witnessed a guy who was clutching his own bleeding shoulder. The pink-haired girl instinctively turned around and saw that Sasori was aiming the gun at his own men. She heard him spoke in his cold, merciless voice.

"I grant your eyes only the pleasure to see her, not to touch her," he commanded and much to Sakura's relief, she felt those men were backing away from her, back to their neat lines again. She took some calming deep breath before resuming the walk, faster. She wanted to finish this soon, she wanted to be freed from these torments. With her speeding pace, Sakura finally made it through the last pair of men, in where at the finish line, Sasori was already waiting for her. "My beautiful Puppet, you've done a good job,"

Sakura wished that this was over, but Fortune wasn't yet ready to face her. Sasori held her body and easily lifted her up.

"Let me go,"

"I can, and I will let you to be gang-raped by my men. You want that?"

Her sudden stop of struggling already answered his question, as Sasori brought her slim body towards the center of the gym, where there were wide blocks placed one above the others until they made an almost 2 meter height wide blocks. The top block was covered with soft material, almost like pillows. Sakura recognized the blocks as those kind of blocks students usually used to jump on and measure how high they could jump. She noticed that the blocks were higher then usual, even Sasori had to carefully lifted her body above to place her on the top of the block. Now, Sakura was lying on the center of the top, high blocks, her legs weekly dangling and she chose to just rest her tired back on the pillow-y surface below her.

After all, after series of these tormenting and punishments, she began to learn that she could only follow their sick commands and pray that it would end soon.

Sasori forced her hung legs to spread wider, and she had to bit her lips to stop her from screaming. The bell pierced on her clitoris began to chime, and she could heard the laughter from the guys while ironically she had to control herself not to cry out of pain.

"My puppet is gladly opening her legs for you. Each of you may take a deep observation at her dripping wet cunt, as well as savoring her sweet scent. But remember, no touching in any kind," Sasori announced before he stroked back Sakura's milky breast. "As for you, Haruno… Your own fingers will part the lips of your sex and had them see. However, you shouldn't let your fingers to get in the way. Now do it,"

Sakura shot a silent murdering glare toward the red-haired, before her fingers did what they were told to. Her head was facing the ceiling again, and she thought that it was easier this way. Just imagine that she was all alone in her flat, masturbating herself, without no one to notice…

…However it seemed to be a tougher task.

Each and every guy commented her cunt, and their dirty comments couldn't just be ignored by her keen ears. She felt blood rushed to her face as the comments went on.

"Ooh, pink flower, her hole looks so deep,"

"Her clitoris is reddening, how cute…"

"You've smelled her scent? I really wish I could eat her,"

"Do you think if I ask Sasori-sama nicely, he would allow me to shove my finger inside that hole?"

She gritted her teeth in anger.

"So… this is how you look like, Sakura? I haven't been able to closely examine your wet pussy until now,"

It was Sasuke's voice.

She then could feel the immediate shoving. Sakura jerked her back, she knew Sasuke had just pushed his fingers inside her. Yes, 2 fingers instantly.

"I thought I warned you all not to touch her," snapped Sasori.

"I'm not one of your men, Sasori-sensei. And this may be your turn and time, but she's still my property too," claimed the Uchiha man. Sakura felt those fingers crossed each other inside her tight wall, and she had to grip at edge of the block to prevent her from squealing.

Sasori wasn't that impressed with Sasuke's acts. The teacher roughly grabbed the girl's body and slid her down from the blocks, lifting her in his arms before dragging her with the leather clasped to her collar to the other end of the gym. The little provocation from Sasuke had made his mood darker than usual and in consequence, he found the building urge to monopolize the pink-haired prostitute. He soon told his men to leave the gym, complete with the threat not to say anything about the incident. Sakura could hear the disappointed murmurs from those random men, but she thought that she was never as glad to just be with Sasori and her other 2 crazy fellow students as then.

The door of the gym slammed shut, as the last of the bunch of men exited. There was a dead silence and Sakura snapped her teacher, her own hands already back to her chest and lower area to cover them up.

"H-how could you…? You showed and exhibited me in front of those –"

"It is for your lesson, Puppet,"

"What lesson?!" she heard herself roar in the vacant gym room. Sai zoomed the video camera to her, and something about his creepy smile made her believe that he was turned on only by witnessing her rage. But Sakura gave no damn as she continued to confront her teacher. "You are one psychotic, lunatic, twisted bastard! You two! All of you! I can't believe how –"

"You sit on that bar,"

"I'm not done talking! Don't stop –"

"You're going to sit on that bar, Haruno," spoke Sasori coldly as he pulled the rein and she was forced to trail behind him to the gymnastic bars that was only one meter in height. But everything could be hazardous to her in this situation, and Sakura somehow had the feeling of what Sasori would force her do. She shivered at the thought of herself riding that bar. Especially with her pierced clitoris, she couldn't begin to imagine the pain she would experience.

But the revolver, and the icy glare from his eyes made her obey. Sakura touched the gym's bar and began to lift her left leg up and swung it to the other side before she finally squatted down a bit, her cunt was pressing hard to the cold metal bar. She groaned even more when Sasori lifted both her legs until they were in one straight line and placed her ankles on other bars, making her doing the split position. The bell and the metal wounded her, and she was horrified when Sasori bent down and parted her labia even more so that now the lips of her sex were almost engulfing the thin metal gymnastic bar.

"Jiggle your breasts and rock your hips,"

The task wasn't hard, but yet it was painful. She still could bear the extra weight that felt like pulling down her nipple with their brass bells, but the sound of clanking metal of the ring on her pierced clit and the gym's bar was hurting her. Sasori didn't seem to look pleased, and he moved from behind her and began to push her back-and forth.

The metal bar was cold, hard, and even had slight stain on it. The friction was maddening and she really wanted to slap Sasori for pushing her like some washed clothes on the bar. He was an unmerciful one, that instead of slowing down, he pushed and pulled her harder, rougher.

Sakura screamed. "Stop it!!"

"Only when you have this one bar oiled by your juice. You know what to do, masturbate,"

"No…"

"Then I won't stop pushing you on this rotten bar until your vagina became raw and bruised heavily,"

"Fine!" She shouted as began snaking her own hands to her tits. Regardless of her years of expertise, she felt as if she was a novice in masturbating. Her sweaty hand clawed almost desperately on her round mound, trying to illicit passion and let go of the juices, but the more she tried, the more panic she got to be. And she knew that she had never mastered anything when she was in a panicked state.

"I'll give you a help," commented Sasori as engulfing his big palm on her equally big breasts and he began to slowly, expertly, massaged the mounds.

And he never forgot to pay attention to her pink little bud.

"Sasori…" she breathed out of breath as beginning to feel more juices fell from her womanhood. And as suggested earlier, Sakura obediently pulled and pushed herself her own on the metal bar, making sure that Sasori's twisted desire was made into reality.

Soon, she could even smell her own scent on the school's gym's properties.

"It's done…" Sakura mouthed. "You're done…"

"Not yet, Haruno," and his two palms which were still massaging Sakura's boobies instantly grabbed a strong hold on those two mounds and forced her to stand up only by pulling her by her breasts.

She was almost used to the pain, but that didn't stop her from hating him less. Sakura felt Sasori dragged her from the gym bar and then forced her down on the wooden floor of the gym room. Her front was crushing the wooden surface and she could feel Sasori's shoes on her back, pressing her down until the bells on her nipples pressed hard and uncomfortable on her pale mounds. Sakura squirmed, clearly not pleased by this, but she could almost guess what would happen.

And she was right.

Sasori stepped off her back and Sakura could feel him kneeling behind her. With an almost predictable yet foreign sensation, the red-haired grabbed her slim thighs and parted them away and began to thrust his manhood from behind to her weakened cunt.

Almost like a broken recorder, she screamed.

And she screamed even more as Sasori pulled in and out of her in a fast tempo. Her fingers were clawing frantically at the wooden floor, and she didn't know whether it was because this time it was Sasori –who was older than both Sai and Sasuke – or that because her vagina had been bruised a couple of times in a day, but she felt pain like she had never felt before.

"Stop it…" she cried. Sakura could hear his hormone-driven pants and she knew that he wouldn't stop any time sooner.

Sasori thrust deep and long and despite the pain, despite the bruise, despite the roughness, Sakura knew that she might have been a masochist deep down inside.

It was almost impossible, but again, she had her orgasm.

"Oh…" she moaned weakly, fighting the white sensation that had been clouding her mind.

"Good puppet," Sasori spoke as he tenderly kissed her sweaty nape. Sakura could still feel his penis inside of her hole and the feathery trails of kisses the teacher gave on her burning back. Sasori licked off her sweat and she couldn't suppress the pleased groan when the red-haired's thumbs twisted her nipples erotically. And when she moaned once again, Sasori regarded her with a kiss on her cheek before then gently unclasped the bells on both her nipples. He finally pulled out of her and instructed her to lay with her front facing him. She obliged, and not regretting it, since Sasori finally unclasped the piercing ring on her clitoris and freed her from her pain. She faintly saw Sasori stood up and zipped up his pants and tidied up his appearance.

And Sakura laid down on the gym floor, for once, not caring to cover her extremely nude body.

It was a crazy day for her. She was still out of her breath, and she could see the three men were busied with their own activities. She could see Sai was taking off the video cassette from his camcorder, and that now Sasori was talking in a somehow business-manner towards someone on his cell phone, while Sasuke was lazily dribbling the basket ball as he gazed out to the door of the gym.

None were having their attention to her anymore.

And besides relief, she somehow felt rage too.

Sakura had never thought the job of a prostitute to be so humiliating up until then. She never thought how disgusting she really was until the three damaged her body. Prostitute was goddess in bed (or in her case, floor), but trashes afterwards. She couldn't help but feel the desperation welled up in her. The emotion of sadness, of pain, of anger mixed in her until she uncontrollably sobbed.

None of them cared.

She cried harder.

And still, no one cared. Sasuke even glared at her, indicating how annoying she was.

She felt like someone whose virginity had been stolen for the first time. Sex with no love, sex with no honor.

She was a prostitute.

A whore.

And at the end nobody really cared about her. Her parents were dead, her friends weren't really her friends, and men only lusted her for moments of limited sex.

The sight of those three uncaring men enraged her, but she really didn't have any energy left to spat at them, to slap them, to even say a piercing word.

In the end, this was her punishment.

A part of her wanted to scream. She didn't deserve this, she became a whore just because she needed to, and… and…

Sakura found it hard to even get angry, hard to even think.

Slowly and shakily, she stood up, covering her breasts with her left arm and her genital with her right one. She didn't even know how she could go home. Her uniform was ruined to pieces. She almost didn't have any strength to walk.

But she knew one thing for sure.

She would never want to see those 3 monsters anymore.

So she walked away, heading to the door of the gym.

The least… the least… she was free.

She would erase this day's memory from her mind, and she would shut her mouth from such humiliation. She would forget this, forget this whole shame, this uselessness, this –

"Where do you think you're going?"

Sakura stopped on her track and slowly turned around. "What…?" she weakly asked.

And she realized that those three men were having their attention back to her.

"Did I ever say that you can go?"

"Do you think it's over?"

No. it's never gonna be over.

And as Sasuke's arms grabbed her left one, and Sasori's grabbed her right one to drag her out of the gym room, with Sai's leading the way in front of her, she could feel her fear getting back to her.

She couldn't see much, couldn't remember much, but she could vaguely felt her body was dragged along upstairs, to the rooftop. The sun was already setting and the sky was almost in its dark hues. Sakura could felt them slamming her body to the wire fence that shielded the rooftops and the almost familiar ropes that tied her towards the metal wire. They tied her naked and they never gave a damn.

Her nightmare wasn't ended yet.

"We'll give you plenty of time to rest, Ugly," she could hear Sai speaking as securing the last knot around her stomach. "You have experienced us one by one, and later, you'll be able to experience the three of us immediately. Does foursome excite you?"

Sakura was too weak to answer.

She could feel Sasori pat her head and whispered, "We'll leave you alone for a couple of hours, so that your body and your mind can rest. I expect similar satisfaction when we come back."

She could hear footsteps walking further away, she could sense the sudden vacant rooftop, she could see the only door to the rooftop swung closed and locked.

She could know instantly, that she only had several hour to be free, before nightmare engulfed her again.

To be Continued

A/n: One more chapter to go… The foursome chapter…haha. I'll post the last chapter in cycle. I'll post it in Sakura x Sasuke's section for a week, then I'll post it in Sakura x Sai's section for the next week afterward, and later, in Sakura x Sasori's section. I hope to see you in my favorite chapter of the story ;-)