Well, I'm not dead. That's good. ^_^
Here's the next chapter, which covers what I originally meant to last time; Kurenai's punishment. I had no idea it would take so much to properly write it, so I'm splitting it into two (perhaps even three) chapters.
I have nothing more to say so, without further ado, I present chapter eight of 'Born into Wickedness'; May the Perversity be with you.
"Ah, Kurenai-Sensei!" Called out Naruto in greeting when he exited the tree-line. "Sorry I'm a bit late, I was taking some time to get to know Tayuya-Chan." Kurenai didn't miss the slight pain in his eyes when he mentioned 'Tayuya', but she dismissed it. She wasn't about to help him through his problems, especially when they dealt with what could only be one of his slaves.
"Whatever," She answered rather venomously. "Let's just get this over with." Her eyes narrowed when they saw the paper bag he was carrying. "I take it the clothes are in there?" Spat the pervert-hating Jonin, gaining a nod from Naruto, who held it out for her to take.
Practically ripping it from his grasp, she unceremoniously dumped its contents onto the grass, her frown deepening as she took in the items. These things could hardly be called clothing at all, heck, she probably had more fabric in the towel she used this morning. But, a deal was a deal. Biting down on both her pride and rage, she began to undress, starting with her signature dress. Tossing it to the side, she was mildly surprised when it was caught by Naruto, folded nicely, and gently placed into the paper bag.
She raised an eyebrow at this, but he merely grinned at her in return. She turned back to her current task of changing…..in front of a thirteen year old…and tried not to die of embarrassment. Almost as if sensing her current discomfort, and knowing that it would only increase, she heard faint snickering from Naruto. When her angry glare met him, however, he was attempting to look as serious as he could.
For the record, that wasn't very serious at all, and made for a rather humorous sight. In fact, the image alone was almost enough to make Kurenai smile, despite the situation she found herself in.
She managed, just barely, to keep herself from doing such.
The part coming up, Kurenai knew as she removed her Shinobi (Kunoichi) sandals, was going to be hardest. Did she remove her bra first, and then her panties, or the other way around? What would she rather have him see longer? Did she place the substitutes on in the same order, or in the opposite as to limit one piece being missing as much as possible? Perhaps it would be best to remove a piece and immediately place the other one on, instead of stripping completely under the gaze of the perverted teen?
The twenty seven year-old woman removed the bandages covering her arms and thighs next, allowing Naruto to see more of her creamy skin and bringing the big decision closer. Following the wrappings was her fishnet undershirt, leaving her in lacey black undergarments. Blushing a scarlet far brighter than her eyes, Kurenai decided that she may as well be completely naked. After all, this was her 'punishment', the price it would take for him to forget her mistake.
It seemed as though she had to make him forget by replacing the memory of her transgression with the memory of her nude form.
With a resigned sigh, she removed her bra, exposing her breasts to the cold morning air and her student's hungry gaze. That ravenous stare, no matter how much she would deny it, was starting to turn her on. It had been awhile since someone saw her as a woman instead of a powerful Kunoichi who would castrate you if you looked for more than ten seconds.
Pushing long-suppressed urges to the back of her mind, where she hoped they would remain indefinitely, she bent over and began peeling of her panties, rolling them down her hips. Interestingly enough, Kurenai noticed that Naruto's gaze was focused on her hands as they traversed the supple skin of her legs as much, if not more so, as it was on her more intimate areas. The excuse of only having a 'Healthy respect for a woman's body' commonly used by perverts might not be so untrue after all, in this case, anyway.
At his wolf-whistle an ever so faint blush dusted her cheeks.
"Amazing, Kurenai-Sensei, you must have worked very hard to gain and maintain such an impressive body. I'm glad I received this chance to admire it, I truly possess an insane amount of luck to bear witness to your flawless form."
Her blush darkened slightly at his words, but it was more than enough for him to take notice of its presence, causing him to smirk slightly. Giving an overdramatic sigh, he morosely shook his head.
"As much as I'd love to stare at your marvelous body all day, Sensei, I regretfully find myself suggesting you get dressed before my teammates arrive, it would be rather awkward for them to see you like this."
The team meeting!
Suddenly remembering that particular fact, Kurenai hurried to get dressed, pausing almost immediately after picking up the first item.
What she assumed was part of a swimsuit (the top of a bikini, to be precise) was little more than two red triangles, less than a square inch of fabric each, connected by string. Something like this would barely cover her nipples, especially now that they were hard from the chilly air, and even that was rather iffy. The probability that her breasts would escape this was extremely high and the chances that Naruto was well aware of this, judging by his immensely wide smile, were just as great.
She put it on anyway (it's not like she had much of a choice, she could wear this or be topless the entire meeting which, of course, had to be physical training, or she could wear this and hope for the best.), and proceeded to pull out the next part of today's outfit, which brought a huge blush to her face.
"W-what is this?!" She sputtered, looking at the piece of fabric stretched between her hands; a piece of fabric that happened to have two four-inch dildos within it.
"Nice, isn't it Sensei?" Asked a grinning Naruto from beside her. "I found it in the estate and it just screamed 'For Kurenai-Sensei'!"
She was still too mortified by the item in her hands to speak, so he continued with something guaranteed to get a reaction.
"And that's not all, with a push of a button on this handy controller" He used his right hand to gesture at the watch-like device on his left wrist. "I can make it do this!" A finger pressed down on it and the garment came to life, buzzing loudly between her hands.
Kurenai jumped back with a squeak, dropping the vibrating fabric to the grass below.
"It, it V-vibrates?!" She stammered in a mixture of shock, surprise, and horror, blushing madly.
"Yep!" Came Naruto's cheerful answer. "Now, you should hurry up and put it on, they could be here soon."
Dumbly, she nodded, reaching out hesitantly and picking it up. She managed to get both legs into it and pull it up to her thighs, but at that point her hands began trembling, her fear obvious to even the most clueless.
"I, I can't do it." She admitted shamefully, turning her head to the right and screwing her eyes shut. Those eyes shot open when she felt to hands atop her own. Naruto had moved slightly behind her on her left side, reaching around to grab both of her hands.
"Then I'll help you." He spoke softly, which was weird. Kurenai couldn't remember ever having heard him talk like this, in fact, it almost sounded….caring. Impossible, right?
"Let's start with the front, alright?" Suggested the blond. The Jonin instructor of Team Eight found herself nodding, watching with both fascination and mortification as his right hand began lightly stroking her womanhood with its index finger, the thumb softly brushing the small, trimmed patch above it. After a moment or two he stopped, much to her hidden chagrin, and instead began pressing the rubber replica into her folds, causing her to squirm slightly.
"Calm down, Sensei, just relax and enjoy it." Something about the way he was speaking made her want to listen to him, to place her trust in the hands of a boy fourteen years younger than herself, and so she did. Slowly the piece of rubber went it, eventually reaching the half-way point. When it had Naruto gave her left hand a squeeze.
"This next part will be harder, Sensei, but if you remain relaxed it will be over soon, okay? Just trust me." She gave another nod to show her understanding, though he had turned to look behind her, and let her body, from thighs up, become limp in his hold.
"Good, I'm about to put it in, stay just like you are." She felt it then, pressing against her backdoor, slightly lubricated from the hand which had recently been rubbing her nether-lips. It hurt at first, the slightly forceful entrance, and it caused her to tense up for a moment, but she quickly calmed herself once more. She could trust him not to hurt her, he was a pervert (hence the current situation she found herself in), not a bad person.
Soon after he had entered her he pushed harder, sending the rest up until there wasn't anymore to go in. Comfortable was the exact opposite of how she would describe it, but it was over quickly, just like he promised.
"There, that wasn't so bad now, was it? I'm just going to finish in the front and we'll be finished." His right hand had gone back to give her womanhood attention, his left preparing to push the last two inches into her folds. "Ready?" he asked.
"Y-yes, finish it." Answered the Jonin, having found her voice. She would never admit it, but she was starting to enjoy this. The combination of wrongness (from a moral/ethical standpoint based on age and the fact that they were student and teacher), the knowledge that her two other students could walk in at any moment, and having someone giving her this kind of attention, unwanted as it had been, was making her feel things she hadn't for a rather long time, predominately arousal.
If Naruto noticed it he said nothing, and for that she was grateful, she didn't think she could live with the embarrassment of him pointing that out to her, it already made her feel so…..dirty.
Yes, dirty was a good word for it, but she was also terrified, not because she was scared of being dirty, but because she was starting to like being dirty, becoming filthy, and that scared her like nothing else.
Why? She asked herself. Why do I feel this way? How does Naruto bring up these feelings? Is it because he's Minato's son? Is it because he looks like him? Is it because I know I shouldn't be doing this, but am letting him anyway? Why am I so scared of feeling like this? It couldn't have been the age difference, though others would frown upon it, as she had gotten her tattoo at thirteen, devoting herself to a man now long dead. No, he lives on, in his son.
"Sensei, are you alright? It's in, but you've been staring out into space for five minutes now. " Snapping back into reality with a blush on her face, she answered her concerned Genin.
"I'm fine, just thinking."He didn't seem convinced, but otherwise left her inner conflict alone.
"Alright, if you say so, Sensei." He bent down to pick up the remaining items, holding them out to her when he had. "Only four more items to go."
With less trepidation, Kurenai took them, they obviously couldn't be any worse than what she had already put on. First came the black tights, going up to her mid thigh, where they had bows the same crimson as her other garments…alright, so they probably couldn't be called garments, but she really didn't have anything else to classify them as.
Next came elbow gloves, much like her tights, followed by a pair of white cat ears, tipped with red. Blushing, she placed them atop her head, and Naruto quickly went about correcting them, hiding the band with her hair. As he stepped back once again he couldn't resist scratching her head right behind them, causing her blush to deepen.
She didn't think the red on her face could get any darker until she looked at the very last piece;
A pure white collar.
Chapter nine should be done in the next two days. ^_^
