Kisame came back after I had drifted off to sleep, but the sound of the door opening up stirred me. I rolled over to see him walking in with a bag- a bag that smelled like food.

"Figured she might not want to eat with the others after that little… Hiccup earlier."

"Good," Itachi said. He helped me sit up, and I winced, sore.

"I'm going to kill you," I breathed.

"That again? Saying it over and over's just gonna keep me on guard, you know."

"I don't care."

Kisame walked over and sat across from us. Itachi dished out food for me and him while Kisame made his own. I ate in silence, looking into my bowl.

"What are you thinking about?" Itachi asked a while later.

"Nothing."

"Your mind is empty?"

I looked over at him. "Well, now I'm thinking about the fact that you're annoying me."

To my surprise, Itachi looked slightly amused, and Kisame let out a wolfish laugh. I looked down at my food again, then took another bite, chewing it with disinterest. "I'm so tired."

"You didn't sleep long," Itachi said.

"And I'm losing chakra by the second."

Kisame sighed. "If it bothers you that much, I'll look for some other way to keep you in line."

"Or you could just let me go."

"I really can't," Kisame said.

"Then you'll die."

"Please," Kisame said, clearly intending to say more.

"Enough, please," Itachi said.

I set my bowl down. "I'm finished."

"C'mere, then-" Kisame said.

"Get fucked."

"If you're not going to eat, I need to turn the collar down or it'll kill you."

I scowled, then moved closer. He picked up the sword half-tucked under the bed and held it to the collar, presumably doing something. After a moment or so, he set the blade down. I looked at it. "Can I pick it up?"

"That's more of a question of ability, but go ahead and try."

I touched the handle, then cried out and let go. "What the-"

"Samehada's not very fond of you, looks like," Kisame said. "It eats chakra- I told you that before, didn't I? He was really upset when we fought."

"Are you crazy? Or is the blade…"

"The blade's sentient, if that's what you're asking," Kisame said.

"Ah," I said, looking down at it. I sat back down.

"Do you want dessert, at least?" Kisame asked.

"What is it?"

"Dango."

"No, thanks."

"Hmph. More for us."

I lay back, looking up at the ceiling. Then, a knock sounded at the door.

"Come in," Kisame called as Itachi let out another sigh.

Deidara was there. "Whore's mine. She's had enough time to rest."

"You're not getting her alone," Itachi said. "No one trusts you."

"Hidan will be there."

Itachi and Kisame shared a look. Then, Itachi looked at me. "It's up to you."

I looked over at Deidara, who was glaring at me. "Why do you hate me? We were in battle, and I had a mission to finish. It could have gone either way-"

"Shut up," Deidara snapped.

"If you don't answer, I'm not going."

Deidara's eyes narrowed. "It's got nothing to do with you," he spat.

I looked over at him, curious. "What do you plan to do to me?"

"Use some of Hidan's toys on you," he said. "Don't be afraid," he all but snarled. "Hidan's taken a liking to you, unfortunately."

"Run along and play, then," Kisame said.

"I'm still not recovered from earlier," I grumbled, looking down at my naked body. My cunt throbbed, aching.

"I'm not gonna fuck you, and neither will Hidan."

"What 'toys'?"

"A crop. A vibrator. A butt plug. Bondage things."

"You intend to beat me?"

"Would that I could," Deidara snarled. "It'll let me get my anger out, but the crop doesn't really hurt. That's the cane, the whip. Sometimes, the paddle. If it gets painful, there are safewords- mercy and red. Hidan wouldn't let me continue if you used them."

I sighed, thinking it over. I didn't really feel like it, but I didn't particularly want to annoy Deidara- he was annoying, and cruel, as it was. "Whatever," I said, getting up. I picked up Itachi's shirt and pulled it on.

"You don't need that," Deidara said dismissively.

"I'm gonna wear it, anyway."

Deidara spun and stalked off. I followed him, closing the door gently behind him. Hidan grinned when he saw me, then eyed me up and down.

"Shame," Hidan said. "To hide those tits of yours. Especially if you put it back on after we mark you up."

Hidan and I followed Deidara into a room next to Hidan and Kakuzu's- a sex dungeon, basically, full of all sorts of strange and intimidating devices, and one average sized bed with what looked like rubber sheets. I crossed my arms.

"Do it to Hidan first," I said. "I wanna see it."

"Mmm," Hidan said. "Kakuzu's the only one I let do that to me, and he's busy, the asshole."

Deidara picked up a crop and smacked it against the back of his hand with seemingly a fair bit of force; it made a rather loud noise. "Doesn't hurt."

"Hold out your hand," Hidan said. I glared at him as he took the crop from Deidara, then rolled my eyes and held out my hand. He tapped it, then struck a little harder, then harder, then harder. Eventually, it was as loud as Deidara's, but it barely stung at all. "If you're into choking, crops are nothing."

I flushed and looked away.

"Alright, safewords," Hidan said, all but collapsing onto the bed. "Say 'mercy' or 'yellow' if what he does is too much, or nearly too much, but you want to continue with something else. Say 'red' and everything stops and I'll untie you, check on you."

"Why can't I just say 'get the fuck off of me'?"

Hidan cocked a crooked grin. "Well, first of all, the safewords are shorter than that. Second of all- this won't really come into play tonight, probably, but I'm into talking back. Playing pretend. From what I've gathered, I'd say you are, too, though that's a bit much for starting out, I'd say. Still, best to get used to the safewords."

"If you think I-"

"There's no way you'd ever trust Deidara that much, to do that kind of play, I'd bet. Plus, he's not even into that."

"Bet I'd be pretty into it with her," Deidara snarled.

"But, you know, hopefully I'll be able to get you warmed up to me," Hidan grinned at me, eyeing me. "Maybe even Kakuzu. We could sub together- that'd be hot."

I rolled my eyes. "Kakuzu's a dick. Doubt it."

"Don't doubt me though?" Hidan asked, grinning wider. I rolled my eyes again.

"You're annoying."

"Can we get started?" Deidara asked.

"C'mere, babe. Gonna get you warmed up."

I looked over at him, waiting for further explanation. He sighed.

"We're gonna make out, and I'm gonna touch you. You know, get you riled up and raring to go."

I sighed, then walked over. He pulled me into his lap, but I winced, rolling off of him and clutching my legs. "Ow."

"Sorry," Hidan said. "Forgot, you got your first taste of the bitch breaker."

"I hate you."

"Mmm," Hidan cooed, then lay on top of me. His lips found mine and closed hungrily around them; I kissed him back tentatively, inexpertly.

I hadn't been kissed before Itachi.

It struck me then that Kakuzu and Hidan had both fucked me without ever bothering, and that greatly unsettled me.

Itachi had been gentle, slow, and reverent. Hidan was hungry and almost mean, like he was devouring me. His tongue slid against mine like a taunt; he explored my mouth like there was pure gold in there, somewhere. He bit my lip every once in a while, each nip a little more harsh than the last, as if testing what I liked.

It was fine. Good. I enjoyed it, whatever.

His hands started in my hair, pushing it out of my face, before tickling over my neck until I shuddered. He used the shirt to tease my skin, kneading my breasts roughly through it.

Arousal, with my sore core, was a strange sensation. As Hidan's hands wandered lower, massaging and gently scratching my hips, then pushing up beneath the shirt, the pain started to feed into the pleasure until they were, though still somewhat distinct, one and the same.

You really are a whore, aren't you?

I winced at that, breathing a sharp breath in through my mouth. Hidan peppered my cheek with kisses, more gentle than I'd ever have assumed he would be. "You alright?"

"Yeah."

"Good."

He pulled away to tug the shirt up over my head, then set my back onto the strange rubber of the bed. I shuddered at the sensation; it had been strange on just my legs, but on my ass and my back, it was in its own right arousing. Hidan cooed and kissed down my front, nipping all the way, so similar and yet so very different from Itachi's earlier ministrations. His mouth on my nipples was much more cruel, but it also elicited quite a few more moans.

He worked down my stomach quickly and parted my legs, seemingly very careful not to cause pain as he gently investigated.

"There we are," Hidan said proudly. "Wet already- no eating out necessary. A shame, but Deidara's certainly itching to get started."

Hidan stood, taking my head and leading me to stand in front of the foot of the bed. "You'll start looking out at Deidara so you're prepared for when he strikes you. Probably shouldn't use your sharingan with that collar."

"Thanks for rubbing it in, cunt," I snarled. He laughed.

"Sorry."

"Funnily enough, I don't believe you."

Hidan dropped to his knees, gently spreading my legs and tying one to the foot of the bed with a cuff already there. "Yeah, probably had something to do with the laugh." He repeated the act with my other leg, making sure spreading it didn't cause me any unwanted pain.

He stressed the word 'unwanted'.

Hidan secured my arms above me so that I was standing spread eagle, looking at Deidara as he glared at my body, tapping the crop against his wrist.

"Hurry up," Deidara snarled.

"You're annoying," Hidan said. He sat behind me, hands on my ass, kissing and nipping at my back. "Go on, then, Mr. Impatient."

Deidara walked forward, never once looking at my face. He struck my thigh first; it made a loud noise, and I certainly felt the contact, but it didn't necessarily hurt. I gasped in all the same.

"That alright?" Hidan muttered into my back.

"Yeah."

Deidara struck my other thigh, closer to my core.

"Stay away from her cunt," Hidan said.

"You already said that," Deidara grumbled. He struck my stomach much harder, and it did sting a little. I gasped again, despite the fact that I'd seen it coming.

Hidan's tongue ran up my spine and I shuddered, head tilting back.

"Got a blindfold? And a gag?"

"No gag," Hidan and I said in unison. Hidan chuckled, then got up and grabbed a thick leather blindfold with velvet padding on the inside, securing it around my eyes.

Deidara struck my breast and I jumped, letting out a soft sound. It was so different now that I couldn't see.

Different and good.

You should not be enjoying this.

Deidara struck my other nipple and I whimpered, leaning away.

"Alright?" Hidan asked quickly. I nodded. "Use your words, babe,"

"It's alright."

Hidan returned to lazily worshipping my back, running feather-light touches along my skin and making me shudder and moan. Deidara hit me seemingly as hard as he could on one cheek, then the other.

The combination of sensations was driving me crazy. "Fuck," I breathed.

"What are your safewords?" Hidan asked.

"Yellow or mercy for, well, mercy, and red to stop."

"Good."

Three quick blows to one breast, then the other. I whimpered and squirmed, but I could barely move. Deidara struck each nipple with full force and I cried out.

"Yellow," I said.

"Slow down, Deidara," Hidan said.

"I got that." Deidara slowly administered several more blows, mostly to my thighs and stomach, a couple to each breast. He struck each nipple at full strength again, but he took his time this go around. "Turn her around."

Hidan stood and turned me, securing me back into place.

Hidan sat back down, turning his attention to my breasts. As Deidara landed a harsh blow on each asscheek, Hidan cooed into my skin.

"You're even prettier all marked up," Hidan said.

Deidara was much less forgiving, but it was ever more pleasant. Every once in a while, Hidan would ask how I was. Before long, I was leaning backwards before each strike, moaning delightedly when it came. When Hidan prompted Deidara to speak, he seemed considerably less angry.

He went back and forth between each thigh with relatively light blows in quick succession. "Do you want one on your cunt?"

A pause accompanied only by the sounds of the crop and of Hidan lavishing my tits. "You can always use a safeword if you don't like it," Hidan muttered. "But you don't have to."

"Go ahead," I said softly.

He tapped my cunt almost softly near my clit, but still I jumped at the sensation.

"Alright?" Hidan checked.

"Alright."

Deidara struck again, harder. "No harder," I said. "But that's fine."

He struck three times in quick succession; I whimpered squirming. When I didn't complain, he paused for a moment before doing it six times. Another pause.

Blow after blow after blow, each increasing in speed and strength.

I gasped as one struck that hurt-

And I loved it.

"O-oh," I moaned, flushing.

"Good?" Hidan asked. Embarrassed, I nodded. "Mm," he muttered.

Deidara did it again, even harder, and I moaned again. Then, he repeated his earlier act- three times, pause, six, pause, faster and harder-

"Y-yellow," I whimpered, squirming, and he stopped immediately.

"Mmm, you're not a bad dom, Deidara," Hidan mused.

"Only when I'm angry," he muttered. "On your tiptoes. I'm gonna hit your feet."

I furrowed my brow, then shook my head. "No, please. Thank you. Er,"

"Hmph," Deidara said. "Let her down."

Hidan untied me. "Blindfold?"

"Take it off. I wanna see her cry."

"Deidara-"

"She's got her safewords."

Hidan sighed, then- from the sounds of it- sat on the bed again.

"On your knees," Deidara said. I listened. I heard him grab something, and then he began to tie me up- Hidan laughed.

"Let me,"

"Whatever."

Hidan tied me up quickly, arms behind my back. "Mmm, such a nice ass," Hidan said. "I'd like to play with it. What have you got in mind, Deidara?"

"Go ahead," he said, then pulled my head closer. I felt a half-hard cock at my mouth and jumped. "Open."

I opened my mouth and felt him slip his cock in; he thrust in and took a step closer, pulling my face into him. It was little struggle to take him all the way in; I suckled and moved my head back and forth, running my tongue along it until it was hard as a rock.

All the while, Hidan pulled my hips back; I had to rest my weight on Deidara; keeping him embedded in my mouth. Hidan stroked and spanked me, never ceasing with one or the other. It did hurt, but I loved it; I leaned into his strokes, yearning for another strike before jumping when I got one.

I seemed to melt away, able to focus only on the cock in my mouth as I suckled it greedily and Hidan's cruel and kind ministrations.

I pulled back to gasp, "I wanna cum, please,"

"Shut up," Deidara said, urging his cock back into my mouth; I whimpered but obeyed, suckling with renewed vigor as if begging again to cum.

Hidan's finger found my considerably looser entrance and toyed with it; I moaned and whimpered, pushing back into him.

His finger slipped in easily and he laughed.

"Such a good whore," Hidan said. "You love it in your ass, don't you?"

I whimpered against Deidara's dick and he growled, gripping my hair; gathering that he liked it, I began to hum and coo around him. He let out a gentle snarl and stroked my hair. "Fuck," he hissed.

Hidan slipped another finger in and stretched it experimentally, then chuckled.

"Kisame's a fucking powerhouse, ain't he?" He pulled his fingers out then and replaced it with his dick. "Ah, no lube needed for you- just how I like it. You're already a little butt slut, aren't you?"

I groaned and nodded, and he laughed out with amusement. He started pounding me ruthlessly, shoving my face into Deidara again.

"Oh, fuck, that's good," Deidara groaned. "Maybe I'll let you cum yet,"

"If we don't take care of our way, you know Itachi'll do it."

Deidara let out a soft snarl. "You're in for it now, slut."