(A/N: Finally! Another chapter of Broken Hope is here at last! Sorry for the long wait. I shouldn't have to say this. But since it's been over two years, I'll say it anyway. If any of the dark themes mentioned in the author's note of the very first chapter triggers you, don't read this story. This story is rated M for a reason. Hell, if sexual content of any kind makes you uncomfortable in general, then what the hell are you doing in the M-rated section of the site? Okay. That's all. Enjoy the chapter!)
A Natural Fear of Desire
Sakura Haruno bit her lips in frustration. Her hands were chained up to the wall. The jail cell she was thrown into by that evil, maniacal bastard, Madara Uchiha, was quite small and spacious. Her arms were beginning to feel tired and numb from being chained up all day. The cell was rather small and spacious. It was vacant of any furniture or hygiene necessity that people normally find in a cell like a sink and a toilet. There was not even a bed! Just nothing but brick walls on all three sides, except for the steel bars keeping her locked in here right in front of her.
She had secretly been making plans with Shikamaru and the others to take down Madara and usurp him from power. He was the psychotic tyrant who took over the world after defeating the Shinobi Alliance during the Fourth Great Ninja War. Most of the population of the world are imprisoned under the effects of the Infinite Tsukuyomi. The few hundreds of people who were lucky enough to walk around without being influenced by the effects of the Infinite Tsukuyomi, including her and the rest of Konoha Eleven, were now a slave to this new empire.
There are a lot of people who have already given up hope, and have despondently subjugated themselves to Madara's tyranny. Anyone who dares to go against the mad Uchiha's rule would be met with ruthlessly severe and brutally harsh punishment. The black hearted bastard claimed that everything was done for the sake of 'order' and 'peace', but he was just a power hungry, fiendishly malevolent, despicably oppressive overlord.
There were others like her who haven't given up. Who are still secretly fighting against Madara's rule. Unfortunately, the pink haired kunoichi now found herself in some underground dungeon. He must have found out about her and Shikamaru's plans somehow. It was the only explanation for why she was locked up. The chains holding were suppressing her chakra, preventing her from gathering the energy needed to bust out of here, effortlessly.
The bastard needed to be taken down! He had already hurt and killed some of her friends. When the war ended, he had Sasuke publicly executed, and had taken Naruko hostage. She has not seen her blonde haired teammate since then. It has been over eight months since the war. He had taken down the two people who had stood any chance against him to effectively demoralize the Shinobi Alliance and the rest of the world. Her mom and dad were trapped in Infinite Tsukuyomi. The sick, depraved bastard had also taken Ino somewhere, and when she saw her again a couple of weeks later, her childhood friend and love rival had a despairingly blank and vacant look in her eyes.
It was no secret to guess what happened to the blonde haired Yamanaka. There have been rumors going around about the tyrant taking women to bed recently. That's probably what happened to Ino. That was why most of the women in the village, or, hell, around the whole world are wary about getting on Madara's radar. The ones who don't are the more promiscuous women who find Madara Uchiha hot, attractive, and sexy, despite all the odiously vile atrocities he has committed against the world.
Sakura gritted her teeth, wrathfully livid. The sick, perverted bastard…! As if he couldn't stoop any lower! He had taken her teammates away from her! He had trapped her parents in the Infinite Tsukuyomi! And now he had violated her best friend?! If he was planning to do the same to her, she won't give him the satisfaction! She'd rather die than be forcibly sexually assaulted by a perverted maniac like him!
The pink haired girl knew that, in the end, it takes more than Madara taking advantage of her to bring Ino down. The blonde haired Yamanaka was too strong willed to be horrifically broken by something like that. She knew that she would recover from the trauma. She just needed time. They were ninjas! Whether they are male or female, it wasn't in the realm of impossibilities not to be sexually molested when captured by enemy ninjas.
Sakura stilled…then she tensed when she heard the sound of footsteps nearby. The sound was getting louder and louder, therefore, she could discern that it was approaching in her direction. She frowned, glaring, angrily at the direction the footsteps were coming from. So Madara was coming back to interrogate her again, was he? Well, good luck getting any answers out of her. She won't tell him shit, no matter how much he tortures her.
"Sakura?"
Emerald green eyes widened in nonplussed stagger at the familiar feminine voice tentatively calling out to her. A voice she had not heard in months.
"Sakura?" the female voice called out again. This time more hesitantly because she didn't get any response last time. There was now a silhouette of a figure that Sakura could view on the wall outside her jail cell.
"Naruko?" the pink haired kunoichi responded, unsurely, her heart pounding, nervously out of anticipation in her chest.
She was met with the hurrying of footsteps picking up pace as her answer. Only a few, agonizing moments had gone by before she spotted several strands of blonde hair in her peripheral vision. A contrasting mixture of restless trepidation and rejuvenated happiness began to overtake Sakura at the mere prospect of her seeing her female teammate again. No one had any reason, nor any right to her for feeling this way. She had not seen her teammate, Naruko Uzumaki, in such a long time. After the death of her other teammate and crush, Sasuke Uchiha, Naruko was the only teammate she had left. For eight, long, harrowing months, she had fretfully worried about what became of her blonde haired teammate after becoming Madara's hostage. After what happened with Ino, she could not help but to imagine what sort of hellishly tormented abuse and distressingly painful mistreatment the vicious devil was putting her teammate through.
That was why… That was why when she saw a familiar pair of cerulean blue eyes, tears of absolute joy trickled down her face.
"Sakura!" Naruko cried out, pure relief and elated jubilation leaking out of her voice. She swiftly sped over to the cell her pink haired teammate was in, almost fearing that if she didn't hurry, she might disappear. She gripped the bars Sakura was held in, tightly. "Sakura! You're okay! Thank goodness!" She furiously wiped the tears away, a sincerely elated smile plastered on her face.
The sheer relief the blonde haired girl felt was unfathomable. When Madara had cruelly taunted her that he had imprisoned Sakura and Shikamaru for treason, she had been absolutely sick with fearful worry. Even when she had offered to take her punishments in their place, an awfully dreadful sense of unsettling trepidation. She had disconcertingly wondered if the perverted, sick, depraved bastard was willing to keep his end of the deal? For the past several weeks, she had endured the wicked Uchiha overlord's sexual advancements and was forced to perform horrifically unpleasant erotic acts to quench his disturbing sexual fetishes. The amount of times he had relentlessly ordered her to strip down, sometimes all the down or just to her bra and underwear depending on his mood, was unbearably humiliating. How he would sometimes unforgivingly demand her to touch herself in demeaning, compromising positions all while watching with a sickening, lewd leer for his simple, twisted amusement brought her nothing but shame and self disgust with herself. He was completely, sadistically intent on treating her like a common, dirty whore. She was starting to question how long she could endure the mortifying humiliation of being treated like a disgraceful, filthy, cheap toy?
No words could even begin to describe the sheer happiness and indescribable solace she felt at seeing her pink haired friend unharmed. Mostly. If she was doing all that for nothing… If she was continuously stomaching all this…shameful degradation and abasing torment, then she doesn't know what the hell she would do! She might have even resorted to attempting to assassinate the maliciously depraved bastard, even if she was acutely aware that it would more than likely result in her death.
Naruko expertly masked her state of distress and misery. If Sakura discovered what…horrific acts of unwanted pleasure Madara was doing to her, she would have no doubt her old teammate and friend would try to figure out a way to break free, chakra suppressing restraints be damned, and kill the Uchiha in the worst way imaginable. The consequences of such an action would lead her to an extremely severe punishment, or, worse, killed. Both of these terrible endings she sincerely does not wish to befall her friend. That was why… For Sakura's sake, Naruko would keep it bottled up. Keep the pain of Madara's revolting sexual tortures buried deep, deep inside her. Seeing her… Knowing that Sakura was alive was enough to increase her resolve five fold.
Sakura, for her part, carefully took in Naruko's appearance. She had no scar, bruise, or wound from what she could descry from the visible parts of skin. Although, that was hardly cause for her relief. There could be bruises hidden underneath the sleeveless, light blue dress she was wearing that reached down to her knees. She wore black, strappy sandals on her feet and there was some kind of collar around her neck. The pink haired medic nin could only deduce that it was a chakra suppressing device similar to the chains that kept her restrained. It was the only logically sound reasoning for Madara to allow a kunoichi as strong and powerful as Naruko Uzumaki close to him at nearly all times she presumed. The only difference was that her long, blonde hair was down instead of being tied up in her signature pigtails.
She smiled, tearfully, nonetheless. She was aware that her face was smeared with tears, but, unlike Naruko, she couldn't wipe them away due to the chains preventing her from using her arms and hands. "Naruko, I'm so glad you're okay!" she cried, expressing the sheer alleviation and joyful happiness she felt after so many months of agonizing over whether her friend was doing okay or not after becoming Madara's hostage. "Everyone's been worried sick about you!"
The blonde haired girl shot her friend a sad smile. "I've been worried about all of you guys as well." Her hands clenched around the bars more tightly. "When I heard that you and Shikamaru were captured, I was terrified," she spoke, truthfully, showing a moment of vulnerability she dare not show in front of the corrupted and heartless Uchiha tyrant. She fully knew that he would use any signs of weakness and insecurity to torment her further than he already has in his sadistic attempt to utterly break her. As if constantly being sexually abused by him wasn't depressingly degrading enough.
"We couldn't exactly sit around and continue on with our lives with fake smiles like Madara wants us to in his twisted version of peace. Not when he has killed, harmed, and captured our friends and families," Sakura nearly spat out, showcasing all the bitter vexation she felt towards the evil overlord of the world. "There are still some of us out there who haven't given in to Madara's tranny."
She shook her head, reigning in her inner fury at the evil Uchiha who took her family and teammates away from her. "Me, Shikamaru, Kakashi-sensei… We are still trying to figure out a way to save you, Naruko!" she declared, passionately. It moved and warmed the blonde haired girl's heart a little.
"I really appreciate that, Sakura. I missed you guys so much! I… ahh!" Naruko unexpectedly jerked at the unsuspected feeling that twisted inside her lower area. Her eyes widened in fear when she realized what this meant. Oh, no! Please! Not now!
But no matter how much she inwardly begged, the twisted, pleasurable feeling in her lower area won't go away, despite her protests. Fortunately, besides that first unforeseeable, traitorous moan, she could quite easily ignore the sensation as it was very mild and nearly unnoticeable. She just hoped he doesn't intensify it even more.
Emerald green eyes gazed at her in concern. "Naruko? Are you alright?" She saw her involuntarily clench the bars and the toes of her feet curled slightly.
She plastered on a fake grin she has perfected since childhood. "It's nothing, Sakura." She was proud of herself for keeping her voice normal and even, and almost sighed in relief when the disgusting feeling completely dissipated. "Sorry about that. It was just a simple muscle cramp. The bastard, Madara, keeps me locked up all the time, so I hardly get to move around," she half lied, smoothly.
There was no way…absolutely no way she could tell Sakura the truth of what is happening to her in exchange for seeing Sakura and Shikamura. She could feel her stomach coiling with a burning sensation. How she's nothing more than a slave to Madara's sick, twisted, perverted whims. A toy for him to use as he pleased with absolutely no regard to how she feels. A pet he called her. If she had to explain the reason why, if she had to disclose all that, she'd surely die of utter embarrassment and humiliation!
(FLASHBACK)
"I can see them?" Cerulean blue orbs broaden in utter flabbergasted disbelief at what the dark haired man at the desk said to her. She couldn't believe what she heard from the cold hearted tyrant's mouth. She had the strong urge to dash up to his desk and demand him to repeat himself again, but her self control and the possibility of him taking back what he just said, the permission he just offered her, held her in check. With this vile overlord, she quickly learned that it would be best to keep her emotions in check and under control, otherwise, he would utilize any semblance of yearning hope or gut wrenching despair she showcased to relentlessly torment her for his own sick and twisted amusement and pleasure.
Madara smirked, evilly at her expected reaction. She had momentarily lost herself in her hopeful desire in what he had just offered to her. He could practically feel the cautious yet happy aura exuding off her. It was always best to strategically give his conquests a glimmer of false hope, so their hopeless anguish would be all the more sweeter when he methodically rips it away.
"You have my permission to the pink haired medic and Nara boy," Madara repeated with a neutral tone in his voice that was concealing the menacing glee, indicating that he had something in alarmingly frightening mind.
She shot him an incredibly incredulous glare, not believing a word he said. He would not do something like offering her the freedom to see her captive friends for a short period of time without getting something out of it in return. This cruel, heartless Madara Uchiha she was talking about. The vile man won the Fourth War, and coldly rules over the Shinobi World with an iron fist. The cold hearted, self absorbed, dark haired man didn't have a shred of sympathy or mercy in his black heart.
The blonde haired girl could only imagine what this heartbreakingly entails. The dreadful fear of what was in store for her later gripped at her heart, almost suffocatingly. Distressing consternation prickled at every nerve in her body. It was so like him to come up with something awfully malevolent or nastily pernicious. He was dangling a metaphorical enticing and knowing trap in front of her, daring her to take the sweet, delicious, cruel bait. Her mind was warning not to take his dubious offer. That it was merely another heart-wrenching scheme of his to humiliate and torture her further. She shouldn't fall for it!
She knows she shouldn't!
But…
But…!
But this was probably her only opportunity to see her friends again! Madara gave her this chance, and was letting her choose. He wasn't forcing her. He was actually giving her a choice! The option to see her friends again- friends she hasn't seen since the end war was open to her. If she declines, then she may as well kiss her one and only chance to see her friends again goodbye! Was she really willing to do that? Was she really willing to give up on this one, precious opportunity she has just because she's scared of the abusive torment that may or may not come with it?
What should she do?
What does she want to do?
She…
She…
"I…I want to see my friends," Naruko whispered in a voice so small, it was barely audible to her own ears.
Madara quirked a black brow, keeping his expression cold and indifferent. "What? I didn't hear you. Speak up," he stated, coldly. Truly in a hardened and emotionless voice and tone devoid of any empathy like the cold hearted bastard of a tyrant he is. "Or have you grown so weak that you can not speak?"
Cerulean blue eyes glared at him, fiercely. "I want to see my friends," she repeated again, this time more firmly. Her fists clenched at her side, staring at him, defiantly.
He stared at her for a second followed by the sound of a drawer being pried open. A couple of items lightly 'clanged' upon being placed at the wooden desk. One was a very small, pink, oval shaped object. It seemed to be able to fit perfectly in the palm of one's hand. The other had a silver colored, horizontally wide top that led to a handle that was somewhat long, but not too long, and black in color. It had several buttons on it. Blue orbs bulged at the items laid on the desk before her.
S-s-s-s-sex…?! Sex toys?!
Naruko gazed at Madara expecting, dark eyes in utter horror. He really wasn't expecting her to… With those… Was he?
Oh, god! No!
A prickle of paralyzing terror and alarming panic slither up her spine as she involuntarily took a step back in aghast dismay. She was very acutely aware that she was at the age where most people would begin exploring their…s-sexuality. She has seen it in dirty books and magazines. Even the Pervy Sage talks about.
But the thing is… The blonde haired girl has not gotten to that point. She has been so busy training to become stronger to reach her dream to become Hokage then to bring Sasuke back to Konoha that she never had the time to explore…her fetishes or…her sexual preferences. She never had anything inside her. Except for her fingers, which was something she was greatly uncomfortably forced to do by Madara. The mere notion of being forced to pleasure herself with some unknown items absolutely terrified her.
She bit the bottom of her lip, nervously as she gazed between Madara and the erotic toys laid out before her. At last, she vehemently shook her head 'no'. "No!" she yelled with all the anger she could muster, fists clenched, tightly by her side, glaring at him, defiantly.
He furrowed his brow, lips forming into a thin line. "No?" he asked in a dangerously low voice. "'No' to what?"
"You know damn well what I mean, you perverted bastard!" she screamed with all her might, her vexation and disgust overtaking her fear and distress. "Stop using me for your own sick fantasies! I am not your damn toy! I'm sick of it! I'm sick of you! Take whatever perverted ideas you have in that sick, twisted head of yours, and shove it up your ass, Madara! I would rather die than do this any longer! I-"
"Then I guess you really don't want to see your friends again," the dark haired ruler of the world harshly cut in with an icy cold tone.
Naruko paled as she felt the room drop several degrees. She swiftly and smartly clamped her mouth shut when she realized nearly too late that she went too far. The unmitigated look in Madara's held the promise of pain and torment for her later down the line for overstepping her boundaries.
"You made your decision not to see your friends, I see?" he continued, tone menacingly dark. "Even though I was generous enough to give you this opportunity out of consideration, you choose not to take it?"
"N-no. T-that's not I…," she protested, weakly.
He quirked a black eyebrow. "Oh? Then perhaps I should accompany you when you visit the pink haired girl and Nara boy. Have you undress yourself in front of them for me, and have them bear witness to the face you make whenever you pleasure yourself before me."
The horrid imagery caused the blonde haired girl's blood to turn to sheer ice. "No," she whimpered, head bowed low and hand clasped in front of the bottom hem of the light blue dress she was wearing. "Please forgive me, Lord Madara, for speaking out of turn," she said, apologetically.
"And why should I not punish you for your defiance?" Madara sneered, letting the true extent of his cold, malicious fury drip in his voice. "You seem to have forgotten your place, woman. You seem to have forgotten who owns you. Who you belong to."
"No, I have not forgotten, my lord," she yielded, submissively.
"Then say it," the Uchiha overlord growled. "You say it. Say who you belong to. Who owns you, body and soul."
She clenched her hands together, tightly, grinding her teeth together in frustration. "I belong to you, Lord Madara."
"Hmm," he hummed, darkly. "Well, if you don't like the previous conditions I set out for you, maybe later I could arrange for some other method for you to see the Haruno girl and Nara boy. Rearrange their imprisonment to have them chained to the walls of a bedroom for a day while I take you right there on that bed. Give them a front row seat as I claim your womanly virtues. Show them the 'noble' sacrifice you made for their sake. Let them see how much of a woman you've become," he finished, mockingly.
He smirked, evilly at her when she let out a shockingly horrified gasp. The distraught tears she desperately tried so hard to hold back were now spilling from her eyes in small torrents. She hugged her trembling form, stiffly. No doubt the mental image, the image that was causing his pants to feel tight around the crotch area, was giving her unpleasant terrors that he very well might do something unspeakably horrible like that. He licked his lips, at the utter despair exuding off her, drinking it in like fine wine.
"Please, Lord Madara. Anything but that," the blonde Uzumaki begged him, pathetically. Keeping her head bowed, he watched as the blonde haired girl shook her head, pathetically, desperately holding back her anguished tears, but failing, miserably. She doesn't need another reminder on how she's gross. Filthy. Disgusting. Tainted. She doesn't need her friends to witness how shamefully and disgracefully defiled she's become.
The absolute control he had over with just a few simple threats was simply delightful. Ah! He could feel his pants becoming unbearably tight now. The sheer dominance he had over her… The utter control he held over the fearsome Hope of the Shinobi World… He totally loved and relished every moment of it!
But still… The defiant and rebellious spirit she continued to display showed that he still had much to work to completely and thoroughly snuff it out, and reduce her into his obedient and submissive slave. She has not gotten you engraved in her head yet that she was his. His pet. His trophy. His woman. She might mechanically say it, but it needed to be imprinted into the very depths of her mind and soul. It was only a matter of time before he claimed her. Having her withering underneath him, moaning and screaming in complete ecstasy as he finally marks her as his woman.
However, it seemed to be a long way off. No matter. He was a very patient man. He could wait. If he were a lesser man, he'd strip her down, throw her onto the desk, and his way with her. Her pleasure filled moans would be music to his ears. The taste of her skin would be heavenly delectable. The feel of him inside her tight, untamed crevice would be most…divine!
Yet all of that… All that could wait until she came to him soaking with arousal, her womanly stenched permeating the room as she begged, pleaded for him to take her with cerulean blue eyes lit with lust and desire.
God! He could his member throbbing, painfully in his pants now. She does not understand what she does to him.
He licked his lips, lecherously and with dark intent. Perhaps, he should show her. Give her a small taste. A tiny sample.
"Stay there," Madara ordered her, getting up from his seat. Blue orbs watched, tentatively and fearfully as he slowly approached her from behind. Her whole body stiffened and turned rigid when he wrapped his arms around her, and pulled her uncomfortably close to him, her smooth back unpleasantly pressed up against his hardened, muscular, armored chest.
Naruko obeyed his command, obediently. Her mind was reeling with fearful puzzlement on what he was planning to do to her. What twisted scheme was he concocting in that head of his? What was holding her so close? The arms wrapped around her waist brought a sickening, nausea sensation to her stomach.
She breathed out a loud, petrified gasp when she felt something hard pressed up against her backside. Her whole body froze in paralyzing fear. The hairs on the back of her neck stood on end as brain shut down. Her mind blanked out on what was happening to her, not wanting to believe what Madara was actually doing. Desperate to ignore the…peturbing heat that was now rubbing up against her.
But it was there. By god, it was there! She could feel it! God, she could feel it! She could feel him moving against her. More specifically their lower areas were kneading…very intimately against one another. Their clothes kept them from making skin contact. However, it was not enough for her not to disturbingly discern that Madara's clothed covered crotch was kneading along her clothed covered butt. Now, more passionately and vigorously than a few moments ago. It only took her a few, horrifying seconds to take note of what he was doing to her.
He was… He was… He was dry humping her!
That very mortifying realization sent a bile of disgust up the blonde Uzumaki's throat. Oh, god! Oh, god! Oh, god! This can't be happening! This was sick! Too disgusting for words to describe! Too revolting to comprehend! She needed to get away!
Naruko took a step forward. Then two. Only to be pulled roughly back by Madara as he continued his vigorous and eager movements.
"Stay," he growled, lowly in her ear with a husky undertone to his voice. "This is your punishment. It's time you learn how to be a woman that pleases a man, my pet. It's time I give you a small sample on how to use that body of yours."
All she could whimper as she despairingly obeyed his command. All she could do was take it. She was his pet. His slave. His trophy. The only thing she could do was painfully ignore it. Disregard the sickening sensation from her head. Don't think about it. Shut her mind off until he's finished.
She quivered even more when she heard the sound of a zipper being undone. Her body tensed. Her heart sank. The irises of her blue eyes dilated with terrifying horror. Every blood in her vessels turned ice cold. She dreadfully glanced behind her, hoping not to see what she was feeling.
"Don't look down," Madara hissed out another command to her. "The only place your eyes should be is straight ahead. Unless I tell you, otherwise, my pet. Don't move and don't look. Only feel. You got it? You are mine. Understand?"
She nodded, releasing a fearful whimper of understanding. A single teardrop of utter hopelessness slid down her face.
He tugged and pulled strands of her blonde hair aside, exposing her neck to him. He pressed his face against the smooth, silky skin, breathing in her sweet scent. "Good," he growled, quite pleased.
This continued on for a few minutes. Naruko imagines that she was somewhere else. Somewhere far away where Madara Uchiha's darkly perverted and lustful hands can't reach her. Can't torment her any longer. Imagine a world where the Shinobi Alliance won the Fourth Great Ninja War. They defeated Madara. The Infinite Tsukuyomi was destroyed. She was back in the lively, peaceful Leaf Village that she knows. And Sasuke was back in the village. She would enjoy time hanging out with her friends. She would work out with Team Seven. She would resume taking missions, and train herself to be the Seventh Hokage. Most importantly, Madara wouldn't be 'teaching her how to be a woman'. She wouldn't have to experience this shame. This disgust. This humiliation. Everything would be so perfect. If only… If only… If only they had won the war instead.
An involuntary moan that escapes her lips shatters her fantasy. Something hard and throbbing just touched her panty covered maidenhood!
The blonde Uzumaki discovered that the skirt of her dress was bunched up around her waist, exposing her red panties. Madara's firm grip on her waist was keeping her still as she could now feel him between her thighs, him thrusting between her legs, his…warmth pressing up against the only thing protecting her maidenhood from feeling…it completely.
Madara, for his part, hissed and growled, loving and taking extreme delight in the feeling of her against his hardened manhood. He could feel her maidenhood through her panties. It felt so good! Why hasn't he thought of doing this sooner? He should've done this weeks ago! The sensation of her delicious thighs engulfing him felt so fucking good! Every time he brushed up against her maidenhood brought pleasurable sensations to the tips of his manhood, making him thrust even harder, pressing up against her, wanting, desiring to explore more of that excited feeling.
He was right. This woman before him was special. He never felt this good with any of the women he bedded before. And he was only having a tiny taste of her! Sparks of ecstasy tingled throughout every nerve of his body. He couldn't get enough. He was officially drunk on the pleasure, but he had enough self control to not take it any further. Otherwise, he would've shoved her panties aside, and sheathed himself completely inside her by now, claiming her untamed maidenhood. She was such a beautiful, delicate flower. It was his job to pluck every last petal, and rebuild her into a woman that desired him and him only. She would be his flower. His corrupted flower that existed only to please him.
"Do you see, woman?" the dark haired overlord growled, huskily in her ear. "Do you see what your body does to a man? Do you feel it? Do you feel me?" He punctuated each question with a wanton thrust of his hips.
Naruko had been stubbornly keeping her mouth clamped shut. A hand was covering her mouth to keep the pleasure filled mewls from escaping past her lips. Her heart and mind were fighting it, fighting the fireworks of great pleasure that she was experiencing. But her body… Her body was already giving in. She could feel her panties becoming wet with her remorsefully abashed arousal. A burning sensation was growing in the pit of her stomach, swirling around in her lower area. She never felt so shamefully disgusted with herself in her whole life. She was being humiliated like this! Used as Madara's toy to get himself off, yet her body was betraying her! Why?!
She felt the back of her dress being undone. The garment was lowered until her bra covered breasts were revealed to the cool atmosphere of the room. She shivered, slightly as her bare skin was now vulnerable to the coolness of the room. The complete opposite of the growing heat coursing through her body. She could feel the clasp of her bra being unfastened before they were tossed into a random part of the room, her breasts jiggled, faintly as they were freed from their confinements.
"You never answered my question, woman," Madara snarled, gripping her hips, tighter, thrusting more aggressively now. "I said, do you feel it? Go on! Say it!"
"Y-yes, I-I do, Lord Madara," Naruko softly moaned when he started actively stroking her panty covered maidenhood with his manhood. "I can feel you, my lord." She was desperately trying to keep up the good fight, but she was losing, miserably to the shimmers of pleasure her body was indulging itself in.
"Good. Go on. Feel it. Feel me." He wrapped an arm completely around her waist, his arm just barely brushing underneath her naked breasts, causing her to release a silent moan. "Show me the face you are making right now." He snaked his other arm until his hand had a firm and strong hold on her, forcing her to look at him.
He smirked, haughtily at the look of deep desire in her blue eyes. A face was flushed with a shamefully lustful, red hue. There was also a hint of shame, revulsion, and fear etched onto her countenance, but it was being slowly overridden by the lust overtaking her entire being. "Look at you. You really are a woman of virtue, aren't you? I'm not even inside you, and I've reduced you into a moaning mess of ecstasy," he mocked her.
Madara descended upon Naruko, claiming her lips into a fierce kiss. She jolted from pure shock at the prospect his lips moving, aggressively against hers, but his secured grasp kept her place. She tasted so innocent and sweet. Truly a woman of virtue.
Naruko was completely stunned as Madara kissed her. Absolutely flabbergasted as his lips devoured her own. Madara was kissing her so hungrily. His lips thoroughly dominated her own. The overwhelming sensation of his lower body gently yet, at the same time, roughly massaging against her own, combined with his hungry, lustful kisses left her feeling wholly lost in the pleasure driven feeling she was experiencing. Her back was pressed firmly against his chest as he continued to with hot, passion filled kisses.
It was wrong. This whole thing felt wrong. She shouldn't be doing this. She shouldn't be enjoying this. Her body transformed into ecstatic jelly. Fire burned in every fiber of her being. Is this how this feels when a man kisses a woman? He was kissing her so deeply, so hungrily, so…passionately. What was this contradictory feeling? How can something so wrong make her feel so…good? She doesn't understand! What was wrong with her? What was happening to her? All she knows is that she had never been kissed by a man the way Madara was kissing her right now, practically swallowing every soft sighs and light mewls she produced. Her body was betraying her. It was falling for the twisted Uchiha's advances, and she could do nothing but sit back and enjoy it.
The Uchiha's pink appendaging propped the bottom of her lips, demanding access. She had no choice but to comply. And there he goes. Exploring her. His tongue marked every crevice of her mouth as if he owned her. Her brain was short circuiting, leaving her into a total mush of ecstasy. She could no longer think properly. Only feel. Feeling his tongue invading the recesses of her mouth, taking control. When his wet appendage flicked across hers, she let out a soft moan, which he swallowed up, greedily. She was completely and positively at his mercy. He was utterly and truly dominating her.
Madara broke the heated, passionate makeout session between him and the young and beautiful blonde haired girl before him. A trail of saliva connecting his lips to hers before it split apart. He smirked at the deepened flush on her face. Her blue orbs were utterly lost in lust and desire. Though, there were still traces of embarrassing shame and deep regret in there. Impressive. She hasn't submitted to him completely yet. Her spirit was still fighting strong. The opposite goes for her body though. Oh, well. In due time. He would thoroughly mark her in body, mind, and soul. It'd just take a bit more patience, it would seem.
He turned back around, ordering her not to move or look in any other direction except straight ahead. He readjusted his hands back on her waist now. His fingers digging, painfully into her soft skin, she wondered if he was going to leave marks? He resumed his thrusting, more vigorously now more than ever. His hips smacked against her backside with the force of a wild, untamed beast, causing her freed breasts to lightly jiggle and swing with every jerking movement. The feeling of his hardened manhood rubbing against her panty clad, extremely aroused maidenhood was…unbearable now. There was nothing she could do about it though. All she could do was stand there and take it. Take it like the good, little pet that she is. Take the punishment she was receiving from him. Let her body learn what it feels like to be dominated by a man. What it feels like to be dominated by the powerful and infamous Madara Uchiha.
"Say who do you belong to? Who claims you? Who owns you?" the dark haired Uchiha growled, roughly in her ear, thrusting harder and faster against her now. His voice was deep, guttural, and husky. He was a powerful man showcasing his absolute dominance over this stubborn yet delectable woman. "I want you to say it, woman. Now. Scream it for me," he demanded.
"I b-b-belong to you, L-Lord Madara!" she half mewled and half sobbed. Everything burned. Her body burned. Her lips burned. Her head burned. Her heart burned. Her legs burned. But…most importantly…her loins…burned. Her entire being felt like it was on fire. Inside and out.
"And…?"
"I p-pledge only to s-s-serve Lord Madara!"
She never felt like this before in her entire life! It was wrong! God, this was wrong! She felt utterly disgusted with herself, disgraceful tears of shame and horror falling down her face. Yet, it felt so…different from the feel of pleasuring herself with her fingers.
"I-I-I-I live only f-for Lord Madara!"
She was a whore. A dirty, filthy whore. Madara was turning her into one, and she couldn't stop it. Her vile body was betraying, taking delight in his horrifying touches. Letting him use her like this… Shameful. Totally and utterly shameful. The flickers of humiliation stung at her whole being.
"E-everything that I-I am belongs to L-LORD M-M-MADARA!" the blonde haired Uzumaki screamed out to the air, quivering as she rode out her release. A few more thrusts, and Madara followed suit, grunting and pressing his face against her neck, shooting his hips forward, and coating the floor, the back of his desk, and her thighs with his hot, white essence.
Naruko's legs trembled, turning into jello. The only thing keeping her up was Madara's strong grip on her waist. She was panting, heavily. Her mind swirling from the titillating high of her release. When he finally let her go, she collapsed onto her knees.
"Congratulations. You have earned your forgiveness. How did the taste of being a woman feel? Exciting, I assume," Madara mocked her, haughtily smug. He bent down on his knees, so that he was at eye-level with her.
Damn! If he were truly a lesser man with absolutely no sense of self control, he'd throw her back onto the hard floor, rip off her soaked panties, and take her then and there. The expression she was displaying before was truly magnificent. Not yet. He needed to thoroughly and utterly seduce her. Until she understands well and truly that she was his. Until that time comes, he has plenty of other women to fulfill his carnal needs.
The Uchiha overlord rudely tugged at her hair until she was facing him. "Stick your tongue out," he commanded.
The minute she complied with his order, his own latched out, caressed, and wrestled with hers. The sloppy, open mouth kiss was thrilling and exciting. Too weakened to do anything, she was letting him ravish her mouth. The shame, the disgust, and the humiliation she was feeling returned with a vengeance once she came back down from her high.
How could she let him use her body like this? He didn't rape her, but he sexually molested her! Used her to jack himself off! And, in the end, she let him. She gave up control over him! How could she do that?!
The evil tyrant broke the kiss, and stood up back on his feet, ordering her to do the same. The stench of their…deed pervading the air made her feel extremely sick to her stomach. The tears of shame and regret were flowing out of her eyes now in tiny rivers. Sheer despair filled her, engulfing her entire being. It was all consuming and mind numbing. She forcefully bit her lip, trying to keep her sobs at bay.
"Give me your panties."
The blonde Uzumaki stared at him in wide eyed shock and horror. She opened her mouth to protest, to refuse, but a single, menacing glare from the dark ruler of the world silenced her. Wordlessly and with shaky fingers, she nervously took off her damp, wet, and gross underwear. Just seeing it…covered…in her… She doesn't want to complete that thought… Caused distressing humiliation and harrowing shame to overflowing within her in crashing torrents of soul crushing sorrow, frustrated anger, and painful regret. She nervously handed her disgustingly filthy, red panties over to the darkly perverted Uchiha, and snatched it without delay.
"I'll keep it as a precious souvenir to commemorate this moment," Madara smirked, maliciously at her, taking great delight in watching her squirm as his cruel taunts reached her ears..
Naruko heard the message loud and clear. He was never going to let her forget this…horrid experience. He would continue to hold it over her head. Her sobs became louder and more uncontrollable, yet she held it in as much as she could.
"Good back to your room and clean yourself up, woman," he ordered her, casually taking a seat back to his chair. "Be back here in less than an hour. Oh, and keep the dress on. I see no reason to change."
She bobbed her head, subduedly. She quickly fixed her dress, her nude chest no longer exposed to his leering, coal black eyes. She collected her discarded, red bra, and left the room with hurried steps.
Once she did, Madara gazed at the mess caused by their…erotic actions. He should probably order someone, a woman perhaps to clean this all up. And maybe have a little fun, too. Just seeing the blonde Uzumaki's subdued and despair driven countenance got him all excited again.
Yeah, it would be the most enjoyable way to pass the hour. Hard to work when his pants were so unbearably tight around the lower regions of his waist.
Now… Which woman should he choose to fulfill his needy desires?
Naruko reentered Madara's office an hour later, completely washed and cleaned of their earlier…activities. What happened in the room no longer seemed to be present. Everything was completely wiped away. Even the smell.
However, the revoltingly shameful feeling was there, and she hardly doubt it would ever go away. It would forever haunt the dark recesses of her mind.
"As we were discussing earlier," Madara spoke as if he hadn't assaulted over an hour. Naruko's fists clenched, tightly at her side as she glared at him with all the resentment and hate she could muster. But she dares not to speak. Her outrage was what got her into that… displeasing situation.
She zoned him, only mindlessly nodding along, indicating that she was half listening to him. She only spoke when directly spoken to like the 'good', little captive she was. She was allowed to visit Sakura and Shikamaru separately in their cells later in the evening. However, it was only on one condition. And that condition was so appallingly disconcerting, so mind numbingly horrifying that it shook her to the core.
"Lord Madara, please no," Naruko protested, weakly, hugging herself, tightly. "I'll do anything! Anything but that!"
"We could go another round, if you would like that instead," Madara suggested, cruelly, obviously recommending resuming where they left off. He effectively silenced any further rejections she had.
"Don't worry. I'll let you talk to them without being too…distracting." The statement was meant to be reassuring, but his tone and voice was anything but. He was enjoying this. He was clearly enjoying her in pain and distress, relishing every second of it.
And there was nothing she could do about it.
(END OF FLASHBACK)
"Don't worry. I'll let you talk to them without being too…distracting."
Madara's words filled the back of her head as Naruko continued to converse with Sakura Haruno. Deep, deep, deep down she was praying…by some hopeful miracle…Madara kept his word.
(A/N: Well, that's the end of chapter five! Did you enjoy it? Honestly, I wasn't planning for the chapter to be this way. It just…happened. Madara was one sick, twisted, perverted, sadistic fuck! I feel like I should say more, but…it's the same old, same old.
Leave any comments, suggestions, and questions in a review, and thanks for reading!)