(A/N: Yes, everybody, I'm back! With another new chapter [funny, I was working on the next chapter of 'The Flower Princess and the Alchemist' then this popped into my head]! Phew! It's been quite a while, hasn't it? I know I worried some of you, and I am sorry. Things had been...chaotic becomes of this virus crisis. Thank you for your continued support! I've decided to make this chapter from Madara's perspective. So, please forgive me for any...mistakes. Heh. I have never written anything from his viewpoint before, but I will try my best! Anyway, enjoy!

alucardvaldgmail . com: Thanks for the review! Would Naruko end up developing Stockholm Syndrome? Probably. If she ends up genuinely falling in love with Madara, then there would no other way to describe it than Stockholm Syndrome. I know that it is being...rude, I guess, but there is no other way to describe it. Of course, it would be slow, very slow process. He has to break her down completely first. Naruko still has a spark of fire in her eyes, no matter what Madara does to her, that hasn't burnt out yet.

Thanks to everyone else who has faved, followed, and reviewed the story so far!)

Little Flower

Madara gazed at the blonde girl, his lips tilted upwards in slight amusement. Even though her body was shaking, her lips were quivering, and her face was flushed red in embarrassment, he could still see the small shimmer of defiance in her bright, blue eyes.

Watching the fire burn intensely in her orbs as she slowly stripped for him aroused him to no end. The dominance he clearly had over her was overpowering. Ever since he first ordered her to undress for him, to embarrass her, degrade her, and humiliate her, this had become a weekly routine for them.

This time around, the Uchiha overlord made sure his little flower provided him with some extra 'entertainment'. He always remembered to 'spice' up her new morning, weekly routine by various methods. At first, he had her do it slowly, so he could enjoy it longer. Then his demands became more and more humiliating and degrading as the months flew by. His last demand consisted of her dancing for him. He had set out a pair of fans for her out for her that morning. Though her skills as her dancer was underwhelming and lackluster. She lacked any sense of grace, coordination, or elegance. However, the shame and mortification from performing such a demoralizing act brought her more than makes up for it.

Every performance always brought a pleasurable amount of heat to his groin. As powerful as he is, he was still a man witnessing a delightfully half naked body of a beautiful woman submitting to him and his will. Of course, he would be turned on. Nothing brought him greater satisfaction than dominating this defiant Uzumaki woman before him. It was a challenge and enjoyed every single minute of it. He'd always found himself bedding other women just to relieve his pent up arousal. Though, admittedly, he could always just take Uzumaki, but she was...she was a special case.

He had plans for her to brush up on her dancing skills and techniques. He wanted his pet to learn everything that pleases him. After all, the little Uzumaki belongs to him. He owns her in mind, body, and soul. And it was about time she realized it as well. He would snuff out what little defiance she had left.

Madara came upon another problem that irked him. The fact that the Uzumaki started wearing undergarments underneath her nightgown. She must've learned her lesson from the first two times that this would be a regular occurrence. Her undressing for him while swearing loyalty. Although, he did miss seeing her supple, naked breasts, this had its own alluring charm to it. Her standing there in just her bra and panties, orange by the way and what a distasteful color, with such a shameful look on her face brought him great joy and pleasure. The dominance he had over her was like a forbidden fruit. So powerful and addicting. He couldn't get enough of it. She glared at him with so much hate and contempt, he could only smirk in amusement while he enjoyed the show.

For the Uchiha, this wasn't enough. He wanted to break her even more, demoralize more. He remembered her words from that day. The day she admitted she had never been taken by a man before. It was about time he should teach his pet what it means to be a woman. A woman that knows how to serve him, and serve him well. After all, he had big plans for the Uzumaki, and it won't happen if she's still defying him.

He eyed her as she quickly redressed herself. She tried hurrying out the door, so she could be back in her chambers and away from him. However, he stopped her.

"Where do you think you're going?" Madara spoke out, letting his displeasure poke out. "I did not give you permission to leave."

"What?" The surprise in her voice was evident. "But I've already pledged myself to you."

He crossed his arms, smirking, leaning back against the chair. "Who said that was all I wanted today, my pet? Now, come back over here." He beckoned over with a finger.

She glared at him, but complied, nonetheless. Not as if she had a choice. She couldn't resist his will unless she wanted to suffer the consequences. The blonde woman reluctantly trodden over, her fists clenched tightly. If she could, she probably would have pounced on him right then and there. Madara clearly saw it was taking all of her willpower not to do so, and that brought him even more amusement. To think, after all this time, after all the torture and humiliation, she still had the strength to defy him.

He was so going to enjoy snuffing out the last petals of this Flower of Hope, and making it wilt in despair.

Once the Uzumaki was a few feet in front of his desk, he uttered out his commands. "Get undressed."

She bit her quivering lips, but still complied. It's not as if he hasn't seen her in her bra and panties just a few minutes ago. It took her a few moments to discard her nightwear, inwardly flinching when she heard it hit the floor. She stood there, half naked and extremely embarrassed, waiting for her next orders.

Madara stared at her, frowning in dissatisfaction. Did she not hear him? Guess, he should make himself a little clearer.

"What are you waiting for? Get undressed."

Her blue eyes widened, the shock and horror present in her bright orbs. It would seem she understood his intentions. Beads of cold sweat began to glide down her face as she stubbornly and fearfully shook her head 'no'. "Lord Madara, please no," she begged him.

Her fear was quite tasteful, but he was in no mood to enjoy it. Her reluctance was testing the last of his patience. He activated her collar, watching her yelp in surprise and pain, showing her that he was serious.

"Take everything off. Now," Madara commanded, darkly.

Tears burned behind her lashes. The Uzumaki's hands trembled as they agonizingly made their way to the clasp of her bra. She looked at him, pleadingly, her whole form shaking in fear.

"Take it off," he merely ordered, coldly and uncaringly.

He watched with a sick, twisted sense of amusement and pleasure he heard the sound of her bra clasp snapping off, loosening the undergarment. The straps of her bra slowly gliding down her shoulders to graciously reveal a large pair of firm, supple breasts. Her breasts jiggled slightly as they were freed from their confinement.

Madara could feel his member throb at the sight of it. The Uzumaki whimpered, pathetically, doing her best to cover up her nudity with her arm, and her face flushed with shame and mortification. "And the rest," he mouthed, irritated when she showed no indication of removing her panties.

The woman sobbed, quietly, biting her lip, but refusing to budge. Her eyes glued to the ground, not daring to see the maniacal smirk he had plastered on his face. He was taking it all in. Taken her humiliation like a glass of expensive wine.

The Uchiha emperor still had that evil, amused smirk on his features as he watched her glare at him with all the hate she could muster.

"No!" Naruko screamed, furiously and repulsively. "I'm not doing this anymore! I'm tired of your sick games, you damn perverted bastard! I'm not your damn slave! If you want to kill me, fine! Go ahead! I don't care! I'd rather die than to give myself to a twisted bastard like you!" she yelled in a single full burst, letting out angry huffs and pants after she was finished.

Madara glared at her. Her defiance, although very entertaining because he did take delight in a challenge, was quite annoying at times. Why doesn't she just give in? She's weak, powerless, helpless, yet she still refuses to acknowledge the fact that she had lost. The Shinobi Alliance has lost.

He placed an elbow upon his desk, his fingers tapping against his chin, unimpressed. Where does her inner strength come from? Why does she still cling to this feeble attempt at hope? Well, he would just have to extinguish the last bit of strength and hope she had left. She will give into him eventually.

"Then I guess I should have that Haruno girl and Nara boy executed," he declared, icily. He could practically see her blood run cold as the bitter hate she held in her eyes immediately turned into chilling fear.

"No, please don't hurt them, Lord Madara!" Naruko pleaded, tears streaming down her face. "I'm sorry for speaking out of line. I'll do anything you want. Just don't hurt my friends."

"Then remove the rest of your clothing, woman," he simply replied, coldly. "You have tested my patience long enough. Disobey me again, and I'll slaughter those two."

Naruko nodded her head, whimpering as shaking fingers trailed along the edge of panties. She gazed at him with begging eyes once more. However, Madara didn't budge.

"Go on. Remove them," he ordered, impassively.

She sobbed, doing as she was commanded. It's not as if she had a choice. Her friends' lives were on the line. She couldn't be selfish. She whimpered at the prospect of Madara taking her virginity. This was it. He was going to rape her!

Madara watched as her panties hit the ground, revealing what was hidden underneath. A silken maidenhood over a patch of blonde trimmed hair. He eyed her naked form, hungrily. His dark orbs half lidded with predatory lust. She truly had a magnificent body. He examined her body, carefully as she did her best to cover herself.

The heat in his loins was increasing. He could almost feel his member throb against the confines of his pants. His desire for her was almost agonizing. If he were a lesser man, he would have taken her then and there. However, he was in no rush and he was more dignified than that. He wanted her to want it, to beg him to take her. Her submitting to him would be the ultimate pleasure. The fear, humiliation, and shame etched onto her face turned him on even more. He took it all in like a ripe, forbidden fruit. After all, nothing excites him more than complete and total dominance.

"Please," he heard her cry, pathetically. "Stop staring." She hiccupped. "Is this enough? Can I go now?" She wanted to die. No man had ever seen her like this! She just wanted this torture to end soon.

Madara scooted his chair back, crossing his arms. "Remove your arms," he instructed in an authoritative tone.

Her body shook with horror and dread. Her whole being trembling like a leaf. Her arms gradually uncovered her sensitive areas, giving him an unobstructed view of her naked form. Madara took a moment to admire her beauty. Her slender form. Her smooth, tanned skin. Her large breasts and perky nipples. Her flat, toned stomach and wide hips leading to her glorious maidenhood, standing on well built muscular legs that were lean, tall, and firm.

At last, Madara beckoned her over with a finger. She sobbed, but complied with his silent order. "Sit on the desk and spread yourself out for me."

Naruko's blue eyes widened in absolute horror. She was about to open her mouth to protest, but a single glare from the evil and coldhearted tyrant silenced her. She whimpered, climbing onto the desk as instructed, slightly trembling all the while. The wooden frame felt cold against her skin. There was nothing she could except get this humiliation and torture over with now. She leaned legs over, but covered herself, still trying to keep as much of her decency intact.

Impatiently, Madara kicked her leg. "Open," he commanded in one, simple word, his icy tone laced with malice and annoyance. She did so, hesitantly, spreading her legs apart, and offering him a clear view of her bare womanhood. She couldn't look him in the eye. Her gaze drifting to the far wall, desperately imagining herself anywhere but here. Her whole body was shaking with shame, her face flushed with embarrassment. Tears continued to prick her eyes, cascading down her cheek. She felt so humiliated and helpless.

If he… If he was going to rape her, he might as well just get it over with. But this isn't what she wanted! She never thought she would lose her virginity like this! To some tyrannical madman! She always imagined, dreamed that her first time would be with a man who she would fall in love with and marry and start a happy, loving family with.

Her breath hitched when Madara touched her thigh. Though, she refused to look at him. His touch was poisonous and sent chilly shivers up her spine. His tall, lean, and menacing figure loomed over her. She could feel her cold lips against her ear.

"I believe you said once before that no man has ever seen you bare like this," he muttered, a cold whisper against her ear. She made a low, fearful sound in her throat, the hands gripping the edge of the desk tightened. "That would make me the first," he said, mockingly, taking delight in her quivering form.

His dark gaze drifted downwards before leaned back into his chair. He wasn't going to do anything to her. At least, not yet. Not now. Some other time. When she's on her knees, ready, willing, begging him to take her. Despite how much the crotch in his pants burned with lust and need. He would just find another woman to fulfill his lustful desire afterwards. As always.

He was going to give her permission to redress herself until a thought came to him. "Tell me, my pet, have you pleasured yourself?"

Naruko gasped, her neck craned towards him, staring at him with wide, horror filled, and disbelieving eyes. She shook her head, low sobs escaping from her lips. She desperately wished to get away from this nightmare, internally begging him not to force her to do something so...degrading.

Madara's grin twisted in sick pleasure, his dark eyes gleaming with a dark, predatory lust. An evil, malicious thought came to him. An idea so devious and degrading, he reprimanded himself for not thinking of it sooner. After all, Uzumaki is always reluctant to undress in front of him, tears streaming down in utter humiliation as she glowered at him as if he was the sickest, vilest, most depraved man in the world. What if he were to take it further?

He sat back in his chair in a relaxed manner, placing his elbow on the armrest of the chair and his chin under his hand almost as if he was preparing for a nice show, which he will be pretty soon.

"Touch yourself, my pet."

Those four words echoed throughout the room, freezing all matter of the atmosphere in its wake. A chilling, dreadful silence filled the room.

It took a couple of minutes for her to process his words. And as expected, the Uzumaki woman's eyes widened in disbelief as she semi glared at him through her tearful gaze with hatred and disgust.

As much as he appreciated her challenging attitude, it'll be no fun otherwise, her continuous act of defiance is a constant thorn at his side. It was growing on his nerves each and every day. However, at the same time, it was exhilarating. That just makes breaking her all the more exciting.

But he must digress, her defiance and stubbornness… He was in no mood now. His patience was wearing thin. This was the third time she tried to defy him in less than ten minutes, and it may be amusing, but even he had his limits.

Madara frowned. "Do it, now," he ordered her.

Naruko glared back at him with an equally determined expression. "No!"

That caused his temper to snap, the last of his patience gone. In a quick flash, his hand was wrapped around her neck, squeezing, but not tight enough to strangle her. He leered at her, lips twisted into a vicious snarl. He leaned in close until his face was merely inches away from hers.

"I do not want to have to repeat myself," he growled, icily. "You are testing the last of my patience, woman. I decide what your punishment is, and you have no right to refuse me. Now pleasure yourself, my pet, or else I will slaughter the Haruno girl and Nara boy. Am I making myself clear?"

There was a small whimper, but the blonde woman nodded nonetheless. She felt powerless and numb when her words of a few months ago were coldly thrown back at her. She had requested and begged him to punish her in her friends' stead in order to spare Sakura's and Shikamaru's lives. But she thought her punishment would involve whipping her for days, or making her spend a week crawling on her hands and knees. He has done those multiple times. She wasn't expecting something like...this. It was the last thing she ever thought would happen.

The blonde Uzumaki's blue orbs burned with fresh tears. Was he really intending to treat her like a common whore? To degrade her to such a degree? A sense of disgust and nausea bubbled inside the pit of her stomach. She could almost throw up! Even if she was practically blackmailed and forced into this shameful and humiliating situation, being used to satisfy this evil, depraved, and perverted man's sexual gratification, that doesn't mean she didn't feel any less dirty and repulsed with herself for what she was about to do.

The small nod of utter defeat and compliance.

"Good," Madara purred in a coldly satisfying way. He let go of her, leaning back on his chair with that sickening smirk she hated so much. "This is your punishment. It's about time you learn how to be a woman. I'll teach you. I'll teach you how to please a man. With your body."

His repulsive statement sent cold shivers down her spine. She knew he was enjoying this. Enjoying the dominance he had over her, drinking in her shame and humiliation like a glass of fine wine. He sat in his chair with an air of haughty superiority and smug arrogance.

The evil overlord impatiently tapped her leg with his foot. "Get to work," he ordered with finality, showcasing no more room for protests or arguments. A clear threat hung in the air. Her friends' lives were dangling by the thread of this agonizing moment.

The grip she had on the desk tightened as she bit her quivering lips. With her back straightened, Naruko got into a more comfortable position on the desk. Well, as comfortable as she could get. Hesitantly, she slowly and horrifyingly spread her shaking legs up. When she saw Madara's dark and lustful gaze shoot straight down to her maidenhood, it took all her willpower not to grab her clothes and dash out the room. Tears streamed down her face. She felt like a filthy, dirty whore.

Madara's smirk grew as he observed her tentative fingers head towards where, he was guessing, no man has ever touched before. As soon as she touched the outer parts, she quickly removed her fingers.

"Don't stop," he commanded, causing a small whimper to escape her, but she continued, nevertheless. It's not like she had a choice in the matter. He owns her. Mind, body, and soul. She was his to toy with and do as he damn well pleasure.

He slightly enjoyed the erotic display before him. These last few months have been very stressful for him. Building a world ruled by him was not easy. He needed some 'entertainment' to help relieve him.

The Uchiha ruler took note of how uncertain and wavering her movements were. How unsure and fearful she was. This must be the first time she has ever pleasured herself. She really was innocent. That's interesting. A twisted sense of darkly dressed triumphant flowed through. He wanted to show her the difference between pleasuring herself and him pleasuring her.

Naruko's head was turned away, so he couldn't fully make out her expression. But the shame and humiliation that currently bathed her scent was undeniably. And why shouldn't it be? She was performing something so degrading and mortifying right in front of him.

Her juices were starting to flow. Her scent was starting to permeate through the air.

"Spread your legs more and look at me."

His pet tried her best not to cry or make a sound as her gaze tearfully met his. He licked his lips as he continued to watch her. Her face screwed up in sickening embarrassment. Tears of disgrace and disgust flowed down her cheeks in tiny rivers. She felt more and more dirty and mortified as each moan escaped her. Her blue eyes glittered with shame, but he could see the faint trace of desire behind them. He almost laughed. She really was a woman of virtue. It was all delicious. The control and dominance he had over her was simply divine.

He ignored the throbbing bulge in his pants. He would deal with it later. He won't take her. Not yet. Now wasn't the time. There were still other women he could use to quench his need after this performance. This one...before him...was special. He was saving her for later.

The strongest woman in the world, the former hope of the Shinobi Alliance was pleasing herself before him. What more could he ask for? Furthermore, this wasn't just for sexual pleasure, this was to showcase the power he had over her. She was his toy. His pet. His slave. And it's about time she realized it. He would snuff every bit of her defiant and rebellious nature she had left until she was completely and utterly submissive and obedient.

He eyed her other hand as she went to cover her mouth as her moans progressively became louder with each passing minute. He could tell she was reaching her limit, judging by the morbidly ecstatic expression that flashed across her eyes.

"Who do you belong to?"

It took a few seconds before she finally replied. "I am yours, L-Lord Madara," she breathed out, deeply.

"And?"

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

He could easily tell it was becoming difficult for her to pledge herself to him through her growing moans.

"I live only for Lord Madara."

He licked his lips. That's right! She was his and his alone. She belonged to him! And she would keep saying it until it's etched into the very core of her being.

"Everything I am belongs to L-Lord MADARA!" she practically screamed, reaching her limit. Her entire body was quivering as she rode out her release.

Madara watched the exciting scene before him. He activated his Sharingan, wanting to engrave every moment of her first time reaching her peak to memory. Her shamefully flushed face. The rapid rising and falling of her breasts, which, by the way, had hardening nipples as she took deep breaths to regain her breathing. Her entire nude body glistened with sweat. The overflowing of juices leaking from her maidenhood. Everything was committed to memory.

"You may go now," he casually dismissed her. He wasn't interested in seeing her or hearing what she had to say. He got what he wanted. For now. He didn't look to see if she left already or not, but sense he could feel her presence near him anymore, she must've left the minute he announced her dismissal.

Though, he did need to get someone to clean up this mess.

Later that night, Madara was busy bedding a woman to help him get rid of the lustful need of that morning. He plowed the woman underneath with abundant force. Her relentlessly cries filled the room. He leaned forward to take her right breast into his mouth, sucking on it, greedily. Her breasts were decently big, but not as big as Uzumaki's. The force of each of his thrusts rocked the bed repeatedly.

The woman that was crying and moaning in constant ecstasy under him had pale blonde hair and blue eyes that were a lighter shade than the Uzumaki's. Speaking of which, she also looked to be Uzumaki's age. Probably why he picked her because of their similar appearance. What was she again. A Yamanaka, yes? That was her clan name, if he recalled.

He forgot what her full name was, and, honestly, he doesn't give a damn. All he cared about was she was good fuck that he needed to use to release his sexual frustrations on. They've been at it for hours, and he has already made her summit three times.

When the time came, he immediately pulled out and finished himself on her. He sprayed his essence, and it landed on her stomach, face, and her breasts. He kept stroking himself until he was completely emptied. The woman had already passed out.

Madara stared at the unconscious woman before him, imagining Uzumaki in her place. He wondered how soft her skin would feel, how different she would taste from all the other women he has fucked so far, what her cries of pleasure would sound like as he was bedding her.

He smirked, darkly. Very soon. Very soon he would find out. It was only a matter of time. He was going to defile and rebuild his little flower. He just had to be patient.

(A/N: That's the end of chapter four! Did you enjoy it? There are a couple of things I want to say.

Was this too much? Did this happen too soon? This is something I wanted to write, but I didn't know if it should be inputted for now or later. I'll hear your thoughts on it.

This was undeniably cruel and twisted of Madara. He's slowly knowing where to hit Naruko where it hurts, breaking her down until there's nothing left. I wanted to showcase the sexual pleasure Madara gets when he has complete control and power over Naruko. To me, Madara looks like the type to get sexually aroused from having a power dominance over someone. This is another form of sexual abuse, and no doubt it would traumatize her later. Being a virgin, this whole traumatic experience would haunt her later.

That's all! Leave any comments, suggestions, and questions in a review, and thanks for reading!