(A/N: I know it's a long time coming, but here's the next chapter of 'Broken Hope'! Uh, I honestly don't know what to say, so just enjoy!

Heroina: Thanks for the review! I totally agree. Madara would be the type to make a woman submit without her realizing it until it's too late. If that makes sense. Shows how much he likes to dominate people.

Streema: Thanks for reviewing! I feel bad for Naruko as well. About other characters? You would find out what became of them as the story goes on.

TheBeauty: Thanks for the review! Well, I figured... At this point, he already tried everything else, and Naruko still has a bit of fight in her, despite the loss of her chakra. He figured it would try something new. Something he could do to torture and humiliate her without touching her, and that was what he came up with.)

Fallen Princess

Naruko recovered from this morning's humiliation. And by 'recover', she meant pretending it never happened. At least, pretend it didn't in front of other people. Not because it didn't affect her. It did on monumental levels. She just didn't want that tyrant using this incident against her. Who knows what sick, twisted game he'll think of next in that deranged head of his?

For god's sake, Madara had seen her naked! He asked her, no commanded, threatened that she strip nude for him! And for what?! His own sick enjoyment! The embarrassment of that moment still haunts her, tremendously. No other man had ever seen her that bare and vulnerable before.

Just thinking about it, brought hot tears of shame to her cerulean blue eyes. She knew his underlying goal of that…'request', but it didn't hurt any less. He wanted to break her, to shame her in any way possible. To make her full the brunt of her loss.

After all, she was nothing more than his glorified trophy to do as he pleases. He won the war. They loss.

But still, Naruko was only enduring this hell to protect the few friends she had left. She would not let him break her, no matter how hard he tries! She would not give in to her own hopelessness and despair.

That's what Madara wants. To see her in utter pain, torment, and misery. To make her give in, and admit that his way to world peace is better, trying to make her see the 'error' of her ways. He's doing his damndest to break her down just like he did with Obito.

The thought of that made Naruko sick to her stomach. He really was an evil monster!

But still… The blonde Uzumaki subconsciously folded her arms around herself as if trying to protect herself from prying eyes, even though she was the only one in the room. She had never felt more degraded in her life! He made her feel like a dirty whore! Stripping for him, pledging allegiance to him. To an outsider's perspective, it would seem like she was offering her body to him in exchange for her loyalty. The mere insinuation filled her up with disgust and shame.

She even feared that Madara would take it too far, and do…'things' to her that she would never conjure up, not even in her worst nightmare. She may be a virgin, but even she knew the basics of sex. And she definitely didn't want her first time to be with that demon! When Madara malicious implications of 'teaching' her how to be a woman reached her ears like a snake dipping its poisonous tongue in her ear, she was petrified! So paralyzed, in fact, her terrified mind could only chant repeatedly for him not have his way with her. So just imagine her relief when he just let her go. As if she was freed and rescued from her dangling hook perched over a fiery volcano. She had never been so scared in her life!

There was a knock on her door, causing Naruko to crane her hand instantly towards it and her eyes to widen, like a deer caught in headlights. Her first thought was Madara, but quickly dismissed it as fast as it came because he would never knock, much to her great reassurance. She really wasn't in the mood to deal with in after what happened this morning.

The door opened, revealing a random guard, who's face she doesn't recognize. And in a split second, her one day of hope and relief was dashed.

"Lord Madara would like you to have dinner with him."

Her blood immediately went ice cold. Her heart froze. Naruko felt like her world came crashing down instantly.

No…

No.

No!

This can't be happening!

Why of all times now?! Madara never requested for her to have dinner with him before. He forcibly asked her to eat with him period. Why now? Servants usually bring her food to her room. What changed his mind?

Naruko could feel her eyes dilate and drops of cold sweat dripping down her forehead and the back of her neck. A good thing the guard didn't see as he was already behind the closed door to give her time to change.

The female Uzumaki decided not to dwell on any longer. It was the wise choice. The more she panicked over this...unexpected situation, the more fearful she would become. And the last thing she wanted to do was show Madara fear.

If Madara senses her fear and anxiety, he would not hesitate to pounce on it. He would become attracted to her paranoia, and feed on it, hungrily. No different than a moth to a fire, or a blood sucking, monstrous parasite.

Naruko let out a defeated sigh. There was ultimately nothing she could do. She quickly changed into a simple white blouse and light blue skirt. None of her clothes were actually to her style. They were too feminized, courtesy of Madara. She wasn't dressing to impress or to look fancy. She just didn't want to be walking around in her nightgown. Not after what happened last time.

She finally opened the door to be met with the same guard waiting for her. The man didn't say anything, just eyed her for a few, short moments, and then started walking down the hall, cueing her to follow him, silently.

Time to get this horrid nightmare over with.

As expected, Madara was waiting at the dining area. Judging by his untouched food, he hasn't started eating yet. Most likely waiting for her to join.

The table was quite large seated for, at least, ten people. It was a covered in a fancy, blue cloth with a gold embroidery. A golden chandelier hung above the ceiling. The walls were painted a pastel red color lined with Uchiha insignia. The walls were also laced with elegant and complex designs along with intricate and magnificent portraits, showing how much of aristocrat he was. There were even a couple of beautifully designed fans on one side of the wall. More specifically, right behind Madara.

"How long do you plan to stand there?"

Madara's haunting voice snapped Naruko out of her musings. Her body immediately tensed as her blue eyes snapped to his sharp, dark ones. She tried desperately to relax her muscles as she quietly took her seat, hoping Madara won't notice her unease and discomfort.

The blonde immediately snapped her head down to her food when she saw him smirk, which meant he did notice. Fortunately, he choose not to comment on it. Though, she didn't know think she was fortunate, just really relieved he kept quiet, continuing to eat his meal at his leisure.

The female Uzumaki decided to do the same as she stared at her plate of steak, chicken, mash potatoes and gravy, and green beans. Hmm, weird… She thought Madara's dinner would be fancier than this. Or did he decide this because he was trying to make her feel...comfortable? She inwardly scoffed at the notion of such ludicrous thoughts.

She took a tentative bite of her food. She hoped the faster she finishes, the faster she could go back to her room. She dreaded staying the tyrant's presence a minute more than she has to. Though, blonde Uzumaki did wonder why Madara wanted her to have dinner with him if he wasn't going to say anything?

"I suppose you are wondering why I requested for you to accompany me for dinner?" Madara asked, matter of factly as if commenting on the whether.

Naruko steeled herself, not wanting to show any eagerness, fear, or anxiety. Although, her hands were beginning to feel clammy and her heart was racing.

"It has come to my attention that some of my prisoners are still disobedient," Madara drawled out. Though, he eyed her, darkly made Naruko swallow a lump in her throat. A bead of cold sweat trailed down her forehead. What kind of twisted scheme was he planning now?

A stroke his bottom chin, thoughtfully, pausing in his meal. Naruko was no fool. She knew this nonchalant act was underlined with malice and the coldness in his dark eyes made her heart race with fear with every agonizing second that passed by.

Prisoners becoming disobedient? Why would he tell her this?

The female Uzumaki knew the reason. It was so obvious! She knew there was some underhanded meaning for Madara to invite her for dinner!

She desperately bit her bottom lip to keep herself from making a sound. "Who is giving you trouble?" she asked, evenly, hoping to sound as uncaring as possible. As long as she doesn't display a hint of distress or horror, he can't get under her skin.

"The pink haired girl has been acting pretty shady lately. Last time, I discovered her giving one my servants poison to put in my food. I still haven't punished her for that. And I know that boy from the Nara clan is up to something. The Nara were always cunning and intelligent. I could always detect a small fragment of defiance behind his sharp eyes, no matter how acquiescent he acts. I should punish them, no? Maybe this warrants an execution? Set an example.

Madara sent Naruko a very menacing and haunting look, an evil smirk gracing his lips.

Naruko's eyes widened in horrified realization. This wasn't a threat towards them. It was an ultimatum for her! After all, she was the one who begged for him to spare the lives of her friends.

Her shaky hands covered her mouth. Her body felt frozen as if she was tossed into a sea of icy cold water. Even though Madara was sitting right across from, she feel his hands metaphorically wrapped her neck, ready to snap at a moment's notice. The nausea in her stomach would not go away, and, suddenly, she lost her appetite.

The icy fear that gripped Naruko soon turned into bitter anger. No way would she give into sadistic tyrant! She stomped up from her chair and proceeded to leave the dining area, consequences be damned.

When she saw her escort outside the door, she signaled for him to take her back to her. She had enough of Madara! And hoped she won't have to see him for weeks to come!

Naruko was busy lying on the bed of her prison, reading a book when the knob of her door began to jiggle until it slammed up revealing a very displeased Madara. Blue eyes glared at the monster who dares to call himself a man as she sat up from her body.

She was about to her demand what he was doing in her room, her cell. When she pried her mouth open, instead of a resentful shout of why he was here, a pained scream erupted from her.

The female Uzumaki started clawing desperately at her slave collar. The burning sensation on her neck was a hundred times worse than it was this morning. It felt like someone was pouring molten lava over her skin. The pain was excruciating like never before! Her whole body felt like it was going to melt in the most agonizing way possible as she rolled onto the floor. She pulled at the collar with great desperation and misery, her screams of severely, unbearably, pain filled torture escaping her lips. Her whole body withering in constant agony.

She wanted to beg to Madara, plead for him to stop her suffering, stop torturing her, but she could get a single word out, the pain overwriting any other sense of response her brain could come up with. Her mind to numbed out by the agonizing pain.

When the pain finally stop much to her extremely grateful relief, Naruko could only let out short, ragged breaths. She could feel that her face was wet with tears.

The blonde Uzumaki let out a startled, painful yelp as she was roughly pulled up to her knees by her hair. Madara's cold, coal black eyes stared down at her as his grip on her hair tightened.

"Did I give your permission to leave?" Madara snarled in a dark and threatening tone.

"N-no…," Naruko choked out, hoarsely.

The rough hand in her hair tightened as her head was yanked. "No, what?" he sneered.

"No, Lord Madara," she cried out, miserably.

"Tell me why I shouldn't punish you now for your insolence?"

Punish her? Almost torturing her to death with the stupid collar wasn't considered punishment enough?

Naruko let out another yelp as Madara roughly yanked her hair. "I asked you a question!"

"No. Please don't, Lord Madara. I'm sorry for walking out on you without permission. I promise it won't happen again." Hot tears began pouring out of her eyes. The humiliation was overbearing.

Madara seemed satisfied with her answer as he let go of her hair and sat on the bed, urging Naruko to take the spot next to him, which she did, her body trembling all the while.

"As I was discussing earlier, do you think I should punish that pink haired wench and that Nara boy."

"No, please pardon them, my lord," the blonde pleaded, acting like the submissive damsel Madara wants her to be. The very thought of begging, trying to negotiate with this beast made her sick to her stomach.

Madara smirked, mockingly. He leaned in, whispering in her ear. "And tell me, my pet, why should I?" His smooth, gruff voice sent shivers down the blonde woman's spine.

Naruko tried to think of way that would appease this monster, her brain racking with ideas. She swallowed the thick lump in her throat, bowing her head. "If it would gratify you, Lord Madara, punish me instead."

The female Uzumaki did not want to suffer at hands, but she would do anything to keep her friends safe. It's not she wasn't used to Madara's punishments either. But her friends' safety was always her top priority. It's the reason why she obligated to become this man's slave. Her friends were worth more to her than anything else in the world.

She wondered how he was going to torture her in place of Sakura and Shikamaru? Tie her up and whip her mercilessly? Or perhaps strap her to her bed and pour hot oil on her body? She was used to all these torture methods, however, that doesn't mean she was used to the pain. But she would endure it all to keep her friends alive. Madara would torture until she was a heaping pile of blood and flesh, but he would never kill her. After all, he won't kill what he considered to be his.

The dark ruler rose a black brow, quite intrigued. "Oh?" He eyed the blue night gown she was wearing. He would admit, she does have a very desirable body. He should know. He had a front row seat to her naked glory.

The image of Naruko's nakedness was forever engraved in his mind. Large and supple breasts and perky, pink nibbles, well toned abs, hips that were perfect for childbearing, and long, sexy legs. Too bad he couldn't get a glimpse of her maidenhood. Maybe he should have ordered her to take off her panties, after all.

A renewed, vigor of heat was forming at his groin. He might be the all powerful overlord of the ninja world, but he was still a man. A dark, menacing smirk crossed his lips. His little pet said she'll do anything to keep her friends safe. Oh, how noble. Time to test that little theory.

Madara placed a rough, callous hand on Naruko's smooth thigh, deliberate stroking it slowly. Only the fabric of her gown was keeping him from feeling skin.

Naruko squeaked out a small gasp of surprise, wondering what Madara was doing. His touch burned. It felt uncanny and unnatural. "Lord Madara?" she questioned, voice laced with confusion.

"Tell me, woman, has any other man stroked you like this?" he asked, hauntingly, whispering, tauntingly in her ear. To prove his point, his trailed under the skirt of her dress until he was touching skin. The slow, deliberate movement of his hand not stopping in their cruel teasing.

"No." Naruko tried to keep her voice as even as possible, trying to ignore the feeling of terror and trepidation running through her.

"Really?"

Blue eyes watched, transfixed on his hand as it removed itself from the underside of her skirt moved up her nightgown. Her body completely paralyzed with fear to respond.

Oh, god! What was he doing?! Was he really trying to…?

Naruko subconsciously let out a small moan when he touched the underside of her breasts.

"So, no one other man had been able to claim this body of yours?" he whispered, huskily in her ear as he continued to lightly tease her right breast.

The blonde woman fisted her hands into the bedsheets, desperately trying to the ignore his poisonous touch that was slowly making her body heat up. An unfamiliar feeling was coursing through her, burning her body up as if it was a lit candle light.

No! She didn't want this! She had to make him stop! Fear, horror, and dread began to take root in her heart as her nightmare was becoming a reality. Madara was going to have his way with her. He was… He was going to rape her!

She felt horrified and disgusted at the prospect. But the nerves in her body were racking up with this new and unfamiliar pleasure. It was true. She hadn't sex before, nor has a man ever touched her. Hell, she had never kissed a man, besides her former Uchiha teammate, too wrapped in becoming strong enough to drag Sasuke back to Konoha to think about having a dating life.

Naruko hurriedly and frighteningly bit back a scream as Madara started tracing a finger around her nipple, which had becoming hard due to all his unwarranted ministrations. She stared straight ahead at the white wall, not daring to look down. She felt that as long as she couldn't see what he was doing, she could easily ignore it. Out of sight, out of mind.

But… But… It was easier said than done. His touch...was unbearable! This sudden jolts of electricity… Her body just wasn't used to such a feeling, but she couldn't give in, she couldn't make a sound, or else he wins.

"Tell me, pet, who do you belong to?" He cruelly twisted her nipple. Naruko squeezed the fabric of the sheets to keep herself from making any noise.

"I-I belong to y-you, Lord Madara," the blonde struggled to find her voice.

His continued to circle her nipple. "And?" Madara egged on, darkly, a sadistic glint in his coal black eyes.

Oh, god! Please don't make her say it! The fear, shame, and disgust she was feeling was so overwhelming she felt her stomach twist tightly as if she was going to throw up.

He roughly flicked her small, pink appendage before resuming to message her breast, telling her he was losing his patience.

"I-I pledge only to serve Lord Madara."

She felt sick. She felt nauseated. She felt like a dirty whore.

"I live only for Madara."

Oh, god! She was essentially begging to the high heavens. Just please make it stop!

"Everything I am belongs to M-Madara!" she practically screamed out as he squeezed her breast and twisted her nipple with brutal, unforgiving force. She felt something sharp and burning in her nether regions.

Madara removed his hand away from her, trailing them upwards until grasped her chin tightly, making her look at her. A dark, evil smile spread across his face as took in her reddened, flushed face and the small shimmer of denied lust in her bright blue eyes.

"You really are a woman of virtue, aren't you?" Madara inquired. The haunting mockery in his tone was all too obvious. "Just by me touching you, I've reduced you to a screaming mess of ecstasy." His gloved finger trailed across the bottom of her pink, kissable lips.

Naruko was still shivering, fearing what was going happen next.

The dark haired man then moved away from her and stood up from the bed. "I'll think about your punishment for another time."

The blonde's eyes widened in horror at the implication. What?! Sexually assaulting her wasn't punishment enough?

The quiet sound of the door closing and the lock clicking made Naruko realize that Madara left and she was now alone.

The first thing she did was hurriedly take out the white panties she was wearing. She quickly removed them only to find them soaked and covered in a clear, sticky substance.

Tears streamed down her face as the revulsion of what happened filled her. She can't believe she actually…! And here was the tortured underwear, cruelly reminding her of her deed. She let out an agonizing scream as she threw the fabric away as if it was burning her skin. She felt sick! She was disgusted!

That was her first orgasm ever!

Just by him touching her, she can't believe she released her fluids!

She had to burn those panties! She couldn't be reminded her first release!

Shameful tears kept gliding down her cheeks. Naruko had never felt so dirty, helpless, and pathetic in her life!

(A/N: That's the end of the third chapter! Did you enjoy it? Yeah, I know I said this was be a flashback chapter, but I've decided to wait until the next chapter. Also, I don't know if I did it right, but I wanted to portray the emotions of a virgin Naruko experiencing her first, unwarranted release. The disgust and heartbreak she would feel when someone she finds repulsive touches her in a way she doesn't want to. More sexual abuse by Madara. Hope I did it right.

Leave any comments, suggestions, or questions in a review, and thanks for reading!)