4- Drunken Stupors and Their Consequences

So I was thinking as I finally managed to sleep last night (Last night being the night of my little insomnia spell where I wrote chapters one and two) that Sakura's eventually going to have to hurt her poor little slave, even if she didn't mean to. Can't have him getting too trusting too quickly…though he kind of is thanks to a few of her statements at her campaign dinner…oh well…

Warning! Sakura is a very horny drunk. And this is a very sexual chapter. You have been officially warned.

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A few hours after they'd arrived at the bar, Kuro was startled by Naruto standing abruptly. He looked up to see a blond woman that was clearly Ino's mother flagging the three slaves down. Sai stood as well and went over to the table where the three girls were laughing giddily. Naruto practically dragged Kuro with him to the table.

"I think it's time these three girls got back to the dorm." The woman blinked at Kuro. "You must be Sakura's. Get a hangover remedy from Hinata's." She said dismissively and left. So the three of them pulled their owners from their seats and to their cars. Kuro got Sakura in the passenger seat and she smiled blearily at him, her fingers quickly working the buttons of his shirt open before he could get to the driver's side.

"Sakura-sama, stop please." And she did. He got in the car and drove to the school, where he parked and got ready to help her make her way to her room. She was completely unconscious, blushing furiously and moaning. He got the terrible feeling that she was a horny drunk and carried her to her room, where he laid her on her bed and pulled her shoes off.

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Sakura was a horny drunk—a very horny drunk. And her alcohol fueled wet dream was unbearable. She imagined her childhood crush. He had been six when he disappeared, and she couldn't even remember his face. She only remembered that he'd had black hair and eyes and was unbearably attractive for a six year old. She imagined him the same age as her, all chiseled muscles and sexy build. She didn't know what his face would have looked like.

So her mind put the most attractive face she had in her memory banks at the time on him. And that face was that of Kuro. In her dream, he gently kissed her and massaged her breasts. His tongue darted into her mouth and he dominated her powerfully.

Her eyes opened and she found she was no longer in her car, but on her bed. She saw Kuro sitting on his bed reading and her pussy started aching. She moaned and unzipped her jeans, putting her hand between her legs and rubbing her aching clit. A name escaped her mouth and it was the name of her childhood crush as he started suckling at her breasts in her imagination.

"S-Sasuke…" She moaned and her hips lifted as she brought herself to the edge of her orgasm, imagining him suckling her tits like a baby and joining his hand with hers, pressing his fingers into her slit.

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Kuro looked up when she moaned the name, suddenly frightened. Somehow…she knew his name. Impossible, he thought. There was no way she could know his name. But she'd said it. She'd said it as she began to masturbate to some horny, alcohol fueled imagination.

Without thinking about it, he stood and went around her bed. She looked at him blearily and sat up. He automatically took a step back when she reached for him. She frowned and grabbed his hand roughly, yanking him harshly towards her. He cried out in surprise.

"S-Sakura-sama…stop." He pleaded, hoping that she'd stop like she had in the car. But she didn't. She only smiled wickedly.

"Don't stop now, Sasuke." She was completely and totally lost in her imagination. He hesitated, but chose to do his best to keep her from getting violent—he knew from experience that an extremely horny woman denied her wants was very dangerous.

"W-What do you…w-want me to do?" It didn't help his mental state when she kept using his real name. She stood, wobbled, then fell back onto the bed with a plop and a distracted frown. He swallowed and gently pulled her to her feet. She smiled at him and kissed him powerfully.

He gasped, but when his mouth opened, she shoved her tongue into his mouth and he started struggling. He got her off of him and she plopped back onto the bed. Now she was furious. He could just tell. He braced himself for the blow, but still stumbled to his knees at her feet when her hand connected with a loud slap on his cheek.

He bit back a cry of pain in favor of the hope that she might leave it at the one blow. And she did leave it with the one blow…of her hand. Her bare foot connected with his chest, sending him flat on his back with a loud thud. He grunted in pain and she stood. She wobbled a little as she walked closer to him and pressed her foot to his throat, putting quite a bit of her weight crashing on his wind pipe.

He struggled to get her foot off of him and didn't honestly have to do much to send her tumbling to the floor. He scrambled back, cowering in the corner between her bed and the bedside table. He'd just pissed her off even more. He heard her stumble to her feet and looked up. She sneered at him, but didn't move toward him. Instead, much to his horror, she went to the door and grabbed the collar from its hook.

She still didn't approach him, but went to her closet and dug around for a moment in the bottom before she produced a thin black remote and set of shiny shackles. With those items in hand, she finally approached him and yanked him up powerfully by his hair. He clawed at her hand in protest, crying out in pain. Her promise never to hurt him didn't matter to her in her drunken haze.

She clipped the collar around his neck painfully tight and stepped back, pressing a button on the remote. Volts of electricity shot through him and he trembled, staying on his feet. She frowned and pressed another button. A more powerful shock went through him and she held the button down until he was on his knees in front of her. Her sneer returned and she grabbed her desk chair, turning it around and sitting down with her legs crossed.

"Lick my toes." Not wanting to get injured further, he licked her raised foot, grimacing at the sour flavor. Sakura moaned quietly and kicked him sharply in the face. She had changed her mind about what she wanted him to do so abruptly. She stood and aimed the remote at him, pressing and holding a button until he was writhing on the floor.

She finally lifted her finger from the button and lifted his head with her foot. "Take my clothes off." She ordered and he shakily got on his knees and pulled her jeans down her long legs. Gently and with shaking hands, he lifted her foot to pull the jeans off and when she didn't react, he did the same to the other foot. He got to his feet and pulled her slinky red top over her head.

He looked away from her in only her underwear and she sharply slapped him. "All of my clothes." She snarled and he shakily removed her bra and panties. When she was fully naked in front of him, she grabbed his chin and forced him to look at her. She shoved him onto the bed roughly and dragged him to the center of it. She yanked his hands over his head and locked the shackles to his wrists, looped around a bar of her cast iron headboard.

She stood back and pressed the button on the remote again. He screamed in agony as an even more powerful electric shock went spiking through him. She seemed to fully enjoy his pain and he writhed uselessly.

"P-Please…S-Sakura-sama…please…" He pleaded. She finally stopped the torture and yanked his pants off of him. He didn't have any underwear, so when the jeans were gone, so was any covering he had. She licked her lips and set her remote on the bedside table as she crawled onto the bed and slid her fingers around his dick.

She proceeded to cruelly jerk his dick until he was hard. She wet the fingers of her free hand and shoved them brutally up his asshole. He screamed again as she hit his prostate and literally raped him with her hands. When she could tell he was close to climaxing, she pulled the ponytail holder out of her hair and wrapped it tightly around his dick. He gasped in pain and shuddered. "Please…Sakura-sama…stop…"

She stood and crossed the room to the bookshelf. She pulled a lockbox down and retrieved the key for it from her desk. She opened the box and pulled out three things that made him swallow convulsively. A strap-on dildo, a curved vibrator, and a rubber ring that the curved vibrator clearly went with. Sakura quickly put on the strap-on, smiling as she shoved the inside dildo in her pussy with a loud squish.

She then climbed back onto the bed and shoved the rubber ring down his shaft, placing it so it was at the base right against his balls. She turned on the vibrator and slipped it into place. It buzzed like a bee and vibrated against him so powerfully his hips bucked and his body twitched. Sakura licked her fingers lewdly and lifted his legs, spreading them so she could get full access to his stretched out asshole.

He whimpered as she pressed her saliva soaked fingers into the hole and rubbed inside him. After a minute, she pulled her fingers out and rubbed her strap-on, her eyes rolling back in her head for a moment as she jerked it and it rubbed inside her. She soon opened her eyes and licked her lips. He squeezed his eyes shut as she shoved the dildo into his ass brutally.

He couldn't stop the gasp of pain and broken sobs that escaped his mouth as she fucked him. He couldn't take it anymore when her pace became erratic and she gasped for air. He bit his lips, trying to keep the begging plead to be allowed to climax suppressed. "Please…Sakura-sama…let me cum…" The plea escaped despite his efforts. She smirked, but didn't move to untie the band around his dick.

In fact, she made no move to stop brutally abusing his ass until she had apparently climaxed twice. Finally, she pulled out of his ass and retrieved a long, thick vibrator from her lockbox. She turned it on and shoved it brutally up his ass. Only when she'd finished that did she remove her strap-on and straddle his face.

"Lick it." He complied, hoping that if he did exactly as she said she'd let him release. She only bent over him and pulled the curved vibrator out of its confines on the rubber ring and proceeded to rub it all along his throbbing shaft. After she gasped in another orgasm, pissing into his mouth, she removed the vibrator and rubber ring. "Swallow my piss." She ordered and he did just that, grimacing. "Lick me more."

He did as she ordered him as she proceeded to suck his dick brutally. She orgasmed again and he swallowed all of the fluid that leaked from her pussy. Finally, finally she moved her pussy away from his face and positioned both hands around his dick firmly. He trembled and suppressed a sigh of relief when she started to roll the hair band up his shaft. The fingers of her other hand, however, stayed clamped around his dick almost tighter than the band had been. Once she'd removed the band, she lowered her pussy onto his dick and removed her fingers.

All it took for him to ejaculate was one small thrust of her hips. He shuddered and saw her belly swell with the sheer amount of semen he released into her womb. She screamed in an orgasm and collapsed on his chest, unconscious as his dick softened inside her and his semen leaked out of her pussy around him. He trembled under her and blacked out.

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Sakura woke with her head spinning and her phone blaring Disturbia. She blinked sleepily and sat up. She'd been on her stomach, which confused her. She could tell she was massively hung over. She grabbed the screaming phone from her nightstand and blinked at the thin black remote sitting on it beside the lockbox from her top shelf. She answered the phone, pushing the strange items to the back of her mind.

"What do you want, Ino-pig…?"

"Not so loud…" Ino groaned on the other end. Another groan caught Sakura's attention and she gasped sharply at a sensation in her pussy. "What's with you?" Sakura looked down to see Kuro lying beneath her, his shirt open and hands shackled to the headboard. To her horror, his face was covered with dark bruises and his neck was bruised and black under the tight collar around his neck. His wrists were similarly bruised and his veins were visible on almost every inch of skin that she could see. His thick, long dick was shoved deep inside her pussy and when she ventured a hand behind her she found her big vibrator shoved in his ass.

She screamed at the top of her lungs. "Whoa, what the hell happened, Sakura?"

"I'll call you back, Ino." She hung up and slammed her phone on her bedside table. She shifted, about to get off of Kuro when he blinked blearily, waking up with a groan. When she had shifted, his hips bucked automatically and she gasped, fisting her hands in the blanket. She scrambled off of him and bolted to the bathroom to puke into the toilet.

She didn't remember anything that happened after Kuro had got her in the car and stopped her from stripping his shirt off in her drunken, horny haze. But she could guess from what she'd seen and it made her vomit violently. Her stomach clenched and she ventured a hand between her legs. Thick white cream that she knew was his semen was dripping in clumps from her pussy and she threw up again.

She pressed a hand to her stomach and gasped as the massive load of semen shifted in her womb, dripping lewdly down her legs. She got in the shower and gasped as she pushed her stomach flat. The sheer amount of semen that poured from her made her head spin and she threw up into the shower floor at the thought of what she'd done to him to cause that much of a release.

She'd promised him. She'd sworn that she'd never hurt him. Her tormented dream from the first night she'd had him with her came back to her memory. His tortured face and the look of pained betrayal on his face as he begged for mercy and accused her of betraying him filled her mind and she shuddered violently, sobbing horribly. When she was free of the stink and feel of sex, she turned the water off and dried off, bracing herself as she shrugged into her comfortable robe for what she'd see when she emerged from the bathroom. Her head throbbed with her hangover, but she could think clearly now that she'd had a hot shower and expelled the alcohol from her system.

On her bed, Kuro was still bound to the headboard and his thick member still hard. She knew that it was because of the vibrator shoved up his ass. Biting back another wave of nausea, she approached the bed. He flinched when she reached for the thin black remote on the bedside table. "I'm sorry…" She whispered, staring at the horrible thing in her hands. "I'm so sorry…" She sobbed, dropping to her knees.

Suddenly, she stopped sobbing and stood. She glared at the remote in her hands and, taking it in both hands firmly, ripped the horrible thing in half. She glanced at Kuro and noticed he was trembling, looking terrified. She saw the bruises covering his skin and shuddered. She was impossibly strong and he'd found that out the hard way—she controlled her strength meticulously enough that only a few even knew how strong she was, but drunk…she had no self-control. She went to the trashcan and crumbled the broken remote to dust and small pieces of plastic and circuit board.

She then went to her strewn about sex toys and took them to the sink, where she washed them furiously with soap and water and then disinfected them with rubbing alcohol before putting them back in the lockbox. She finally looked at Kuro and, studiously avoiding his face as she worked, removed the collar and unlocked the shackles. Gently, she pulled the vibrator from his reamed ass and he screamed in pain. She winced and her hand slipped, yanking the vibrator painfully out of him.

He trembled, curling into a pained ball and she started to sob again. "I'm sorry…" She then turned and went to wash that vibrator and put it in the lockbox. She locked the box and shoved it up on the top shelf of her bookshelf and grabbed the shackles. She looked at Kuro and he scrambled off her bed and cowered against her bedside table.

She crossed to the trashcan and, twisting the shackles powerfully into unusable lumps of metal, discarded the metal in her hands. She crossed back to the bed and gently pulled Kuro to his feet. He trembled in fear and she shuddered in disgust with herself. "I'm sorry." She repeated and helped him limp to the bathroom.

She started the water and made sure it was a comfortable temperature before stepping out of the bathroom to get dressed and let him clean himself up. She heard him moaning and gasping in pain and she assumed that since he'd still been hard when she'd left him, he'd jerked himself off to a release and was proceeding to tend his battered body. She put on her satin pajamas and yanked her soiled blanket and sheets and pillowcases from the bed. She rolled the bedding into a tight wad and shoved it into the laundry basket she'd had Kuro set out to be taken to the laundry by the dorm cleaning ladies.

She then proceeded to pull a clean set of sheets from the bottom of her closet and nearly destroyed her bed as she put the sheets on it. Soft hands rested on hers and she stopped yanking the sheets. "K-Kuro…?"

"Let me do that…" He said quietly. Sakura nodded slowly and let him make the bed neatly.

"I'm sorry." She repeated. He finished and faced her.

"You were drunk. I'm your slave. It was expected." He said plainly and went to the kitchen to fix breakfast as though nothing had happened. But it had. She'd raped him, abused him, and broken her promise to him. She clenched her hands into fists and went to her closet to grab a pair of jeans and yank them on over her pajama bottoms.

She grabbed a loose t-shirt and yanked it on over her head, shoving her feet into tennis shoes and shoving the contents of her handbag from the previous night into her purse and shouldering the bag. "Sakura-sama?"

"I'm going out. I'll be back in a little while." With that, she slammed the door shut as she left the dorm and bolted to her car.

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So yea, this was a really graphic and emotional chapter, but yea…makes you wonder where Sakura's going…