The 26-year-old had had it all planned out, sneakily entering the home and quickly finding out what her bastard of a nephew had been up to. All she needed was to remain stealthy, and not have exposed herself like that so carelessly. She should have known better, but she'd figured it out all too late. That was all Hanabi could think as she lay on her back with her wrists tied to the Uzumaki bed, completely naked. Boruto had performed what seemed to have been an S-rank jutsu. She was captured. She realized, that whatever Hinata has been put under for the past few days, she was partially under the influence of as well. He'd drugged her.

No, dominated her.

Before she blacked out from the dense smoke that consumed her she could feel her wardrobe being meticulously stripped away, following with a deep, sharp pain entering between her freshly unprotected thighs that spread through her immobile body... and in the morning she had found herself naked and chained to his bed with a note left on her bare chest. Remembering the words, they still struck her as creepy, demented, and yet sweet at the same time:

"Hanabi, my beautiful Aunt, I thank you for making my mission all the more easy. Where my Mother was persistently defensive and took a much more careful planning and caution to bring down, you came running into my hands. I love you and will never let you go, because that is what a real man does when he has found something precious: he never lets that thing go. Not ever. I'm sorry, Auntie. I know it's not reasonable to expect this of you. I know your friends and grandpa will miss you very much. You will become a missing person, and perhaps those others who have loved you will learn to cope with their grief. I am too selfish. I almost have left in me the morals instilled in me by my wonderful Mother to let not just you free, but her as well. Sadly, you two are the drug I cannot go without, and so I will have you both...no matter what. Forever. Please forgive me."

Hanabi let the memory of Boruto's note fall away as she heard the key turn in the lock at the front door. Her body awoke with anticipation. She could hear the light step of her 'nephew'-turned-captor coming up the stairs, down the hallway, until the master bedroom doorway swung wide open. There he was, the Hokage's child himself in his red-striped, dark jacket and crisp, white t-shirt. He stepped into the bedroom as nonchalantly as any husband returning home from work. It wasn't even lunchtime and today he'd come home early.

He looked at Hanabi as he closed the door behind him. She looked like a captured goddess. She was this gorgeous, slender young woman with long, dark-brown hair and medium-sized breasts. If he detected the pleading, haunted expression on her face, he didn't show it.

"Hello, beautiful. How was your morning?" he said with a dark yet teasing sense of humor. He put down the groceries he'd bought on the way home and took off the heavy jacket. He turned to her and leaned onto the mattress.

Hanabi glared at him, teeth gritting. "You know how my day was, you bastard. You've kept me tied up for I don't know how long." Boruto's face had a mask of contrition as he leaned down and kissed her on the lips. Her eyes shot open. She felt his tongue poke at her teeth, begging entrance into the cavern he had yet to really excavate before. He wasn't looking for a peck on the lips like his Auntie usually gave... He lusted for it all. Hanabi was shocked, but was more than capable of resisting his repulsive advance. However, she could feel the justu binding her tightening, and her wrist were starting to ache. Wh... When was Boruto this powerful?! Hanabi thought to herself. She tried to concentrate on her defiance to being used, but all she could focus on was how much her Nephew was causing heavy stingings. Soon, she didn't have the energy to fight him and reluctantly gasped in pain. The parting of her teeth quickly resulted in Boruto entering, and proceeded to pressure his push upon her mouth. She winced, feeling the wet tongue prodding around her agape mouth, and her nephew's incestuous lips barraging her with lip smack after lip smack. She wriggled and twitched at how relentless he was to feel her luscious mouth.

"My darling Auntie is feisty. Mmm. You know me well, know what turns me on," Boruto murmured. He trailed a hand up and down Hanabi's inner thighs. She stiffened at his touch. The beautiful young woman closed her eyes as he bent over and gently lapped at each of her nipples, until they pebbled just so. She bit down on her lower lip, hating the sensations he was awaking in her. It was so wrong, she could tell. It made her ashamed beyond belief. And yet... She was certainly losing the battle, the Domesticating Aroma Art taking affect upon her will. She realized that this was a style of "combat" she had yet to face. Never in her Chunin exams and missions was she required to bring down opponents who abused cheap tactics as this. And she wasn't foolish nor stupid either. She was fully aware of how her immensely strong sister was incapable of overpowering the scroll's power. She assured herself under regular conditions there was no way she would've been so... aroused... and feeble to her own family member.

"Let's see if I can wipe that scowl off your face, my new sex toy," Boruto continued. He knelt at the foot of the bed and began to nudge his tongue between her cunt lips. His tongue flicked up and down her pearled nub. Then he dove inside her, tasting her. Coaxing her. He patiently stroked her sex with his tongue. His hands explored elsewhere. His fingers massaged her skin and created trails of heat. She hated it...almost. She squeezed her eyes shut until his fingers gently pinched her nipples. The two stabs of sensation made her open her eyes and look down. He was feasting on her sex now. Her pussy throbbed with the beginnings of an ache she couldn't quench. She hated that too. Almost.

"Mmm. Oh Auntie. You become wet for me. That makes me feel blessed." he whispered. Boruto was so turned on by how unique the two Hyuga sisters could be when they're so closely related. He enjoyed the different texture his Aunt compared to his Mother. He inserted a finger into her sex, then two. He pumped them gently in and out, in and out, as he knelt down again and slid his tongue lovingly against her joy nub. She let out a sigh. Her fists clenched as her cunt muscles clenched up with need. No. She had to stop him. She couldn't let him do this, to her or her Sister.

"It's all right, darling. Let me take you over the edge. I love you, baby. Let me show you how much." Those words, which might have been sweet if she'd been in any other place, if Boruto had been any other man - right now they were tainted. Yet part of her heart pulsed with something she couldn't quite put her finger on. She marveled at the care of his touch. He was patient with her, and dedicated. He lapped at her sex tenderly, finger-fucking her with firm yet careful strokes. The scent of her fluids became stronger as the wetness gathered onto his fingers, coating them with the proof of her arousal.

Hanabi looked down as he gently nipped at her clitoris. She groaned as she felt his fingers slide deep inside, stroking the inner walls of her cunt.

"Please," she sighed. "Stop."

Instead, he kept licking, stroking, more fervent than before. His tongue battered furiously at her clit. His fingers lanced deep inside her wet and soon-to-be eager warmth. He kept pumping those fingers, like two miniature cocks, as his teeth tenderly captured her clit and squeezed it without biting - his attack as disciplined as it was devastating.

Abruptly, she realized that she was bucking her hips, thrusting her crotch towards his face. She had unwillingly given him yet another sign of her surrender. No, what are you doing, Hana? No... She tried to summon up a fresh burst of self-loathing, but she was too mentally drained to even care. Her delicate face scrunched up with pent-up desire as she felt heat permeate her body, especially the spot between her legs. She began to quake, holding off the impending convulsions which would send her to oblivion. Her nipples hardened almost painfully now, and her cream trickled onto Boruto's tongue. The man took the sign as encouragement, redoubling his efforts. He plunged his fingers all the way inside her and nipped at her clitoris hard as she felt herself lose control.

"Boruto!" she groaned. Her hips thrashed. He grasped her by the waist and held on, licking, sucking and swallowing her fluids as her pussy tried valiantly to flood the sheets. Hanabi's hands clenched up and pulled uselessly against the chakra that bound her. It took maybe minutes, but to Hanabi it felt like so much longer. She felt her cunt's spasms as her fluids continued to pour between Boruto's lips. Finally, she came back to earth. Her heaving breasts slowly stilled, and she looked down as Boruto pulled back, licking his chops. His face glistened with her cunt cream, and his eyes stared intently at her with a devotion that sent chills down her spine.

"Mmmm. Yes, this is precisely why I wanted you too. Mom is a meal fit for a Hokage, and is absolutely the one I cherish more. But, Auntie, despite not having the same feats," Boruto fondled Hanabi's less full breasts. "There's one place that I found just last night that you excel in..." As he said this, Boruto lowered his fingers down Hanabi's torso, and brought it close to her now milked pussy.

'I dare you try, you bastard!' Hanabi almost spat at him, but she couldn't. She had to behave. The clever, hopeful, Hyuga part of her still saw escape as an option. She'd seen what he had turned Hinata into. The very person that brought him into this world was now groveling at his feet. It was humiliating. There possibly was so many things he'd done to his Mother she could hardly even imagine, it frightened her.

"Are you going to rape me again?" she said. Her tone accused him, and for a moment he looked hurt.

"If you didn't want it, why did you open your legs wider for me, Hanabi? Why did you welcome me? Even Mom put up a better fight then you, and she was conditioned to the technique for far longer and with much more of it than you were."

Technically, she could have stopped him from performing his cunnilingus. Her wrists were tied, but her ankles weren't. She could have closed her legs. She could have kicked him. Why hadn't she? She told herself that all she'd done was give in to the inevitable. She had no control over the affects of the Aroma Arts spell. She'd just been playing along. It didn't mean anything. Not really.

Still, that wasn't the point! With her emotions at war, she had to remind herself, If you butt heads with Boruto at every turn, how will you ever earn back his trust? Surely Hinata tried that, and you see how that turned out. Hanabi tried to rein in the stubborn, feminist inside of her to embrace something else.

She looked away with a sigh. Then she looked back at him. He turned away.

"I was going to suggest you help me cook today. I let Mom do her usual business, seeing as Dad is going to be coming back any day now at this point" Boruto said. "But, I see you aren't in the mood. I'll let rest for a while longer and come when the food is ready."

"P-Please wait," Hanabi sputtered. Her face softened. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to say that. I just...untie me and I'll help you with the cooking." Boruto regarded her carefully. He shook his head.

"I...I don't think so. I see the rage in your eyes. I can tell that the scrolls haven't fully controlled you. I haven't broken your resistance yet. It's a pity. Going to have to work much harder to really nail it down with my fucking Dad having to ruin everything." He moved off of the bed, visibly upset. She was desperate now. So she said the one thing that she knew would stop him cold in his tracks.

"Fuck me."