Warning: Rape/non-con.
Back and fourth. Back and fourth. Your captor walked around in a single line as he was lost in thought. You watch. It's all you can do. Stuck in the wall of a toad's stomach, what else is there to do? Your arms and legs sucked into the squishy, convulsing living pink material. It's been a long day. Taking everything Jiraiya of the Leaf had given you. Although, he had quite the interesting methods. He started with sweet talking and tickling you. He even joked around. You neither laughed or entertained him. Then it turned to the usual culprits. Yelling at you. Hissing horrible insults as he hits you. It took Jiraiya like, an hour to work up the nerve to pull a knife on you. Clearly, he wasn't used to having such a resistant prisoner. There really was only one option left. It looks like he's fighting with himself on whether or not to commit. To do his job no matter the cost. This is war! The stakes are high!
"Why do you doubt yourself?" You finally speak.
"W-What?" Jiraiya was slightly startled. Looking at you with wide eyes.
"Is it really worth debating so much? I'm the enemy."
"We're still people. Are you content with how this is going?"
"Does my opinion matter?"
Jiraiya makes a face. Half cringing and half distraught. How could this happen to him? Getting the order to find, capture, and get as much information from a high ranking Rain ninja. He stumbled across you and struck. But... he never wanted this. On top of this, you are pretty. But stone cold. Not that he blames you, he's considering rape to reach his goal. He never wanted to be that man. To be that enemy. To do something so deprived made his skin crawl. Hasn't he done enough? He already tapped beyond his comfort zone. Beating and marking your skin. Covering you in wounds, some of which will scar. He couldn't even work up the nerve to cut your bra and underwear off. It's only hot when his partner is willing.
"I'm a woman who is a shinobi." You spoke again, looking Jiraiya dead in the eye. "I was practically raised with the knowledge that this would happen to me eventually."
"It..." Jiraiya pauses and takes in a deep breath. His expression hardens and his voice turns into an even threat. "It doesn't have to if you just talk."
"I'm not going to."
"You really are stubborn. Is getting horribly assaulted worth it?"
"You're asking me to betray my village." You drop your gaze to the floor. "What would you do, if you were me?"
"..." Jiraiya slowly approaches. His hands press against the wall on either side of you. He looks you over. "I'd probably be doing the same thing you are. Resisting until the bitter end."
"Then we understand each other."
He was quiet. Staring at you. He puts his hand on your stomach. A small step forward and his body was almost touching yours. "I guess we do."
Do to how you were restrained, your legs were apart. More shallow and quick breathing betrayed Jiraiya's excitement. He keeps it slow. So you could feel every second of his fingers sliding down. They slide along the waistline of your panties.
"Last chance." He warns, his lips against your ear.
"I have nothing to say to you."
Jiraiya tuts his tongue against his teeth. Damn it. This can't be a bluff anymore. He slides his fingers under the fabric. Feeling over the skin underneath. You gasp when the tip of his finger just barely touches your clit. He opens his mouth to tease you. To say the playful and sensual banter he usually gives his partners. To coo mockingly and ask if their sensitive. Then chuckle and lick his lips when they say yes. But he can't really do that. Not with you. A woman he's assaulting. He shuts his mouth and watches what he's doing.
Next came the unnatural sensation of touching a woman that wasn't aroused. There's resistance against his fingers rather than that iconic slickness that told of a woman's true desire. It doesn't feel good... but Jiraiya is determined to change that. He slowly plays with your clit. Poking and rubbing it. Panting in your ear as he moves his hips with the motion. His finger barely pokes inside of you before returning. It was like he was checking if you were wet and imagining what it was like to do more. Your thighs twitch with the desire to close. They can't from the slimy pin they're in.
Much to Jiraiya's delight and relief, you are getting slick on his fingers. He pulls from your entrance and lays it over your clit. You do begin to enjoy it. You jerk and fight against the restraints. Those fingers playing with you. Why was he bothering with this? Turning you on for what? He pushes a finger inside of you to the middle joint. It runs in a circle before pulling back out. There's a second of peace. Then two fingers slip in. He holds them there.
Licks and nips are put on your body. The side of your neck, collarbone, even down your shoulder. Jiraiya pauses at your shoulder and starts again on the other side. His other hand slips under your bra and squeezes a tit. Flicking your nipple as he kneads your boob in a circle.
"Are you enjoying yourself?" Jiraiya's teeth grazes the skin on your cheek. He scissors his fingers and grinds his palm against your clit. Now it felt more right to speak.
"Shut up!" You grit your teeth.
He exhales a small laugh. Oh yes, there's a plan. It's going to be fucked up. Everything about this was pretty messed up. Sex is a powerful tool in the right arsenal. Your breathing gets quicker. You push your hips out against it. Going stiff as you bit your lip. No way was this bastard going to hear you moan. It stops.
It... stopped? Confusion and frustration smacks your aroused body. Jiraiya pulled his hand away. He took a few steps back. He's admiring you. His eyes looking you up and down as he licks his fingers. Hm... not bad. When he pulls his hand back, a thin thread of translucent clear liquid stays attached to his tongue and finger. It breaks off and lands on his lip. He licks it quickly.
"Talk to me, you absolutely entrancing woman." Jiraiya compliments. Laying it on thick as he smiles at you. "I'll let you cum if you do!"
Ah. So this was the plan. To deny you until you squeal. The smile on his face turns into a vile smirk as you piece it together. It is incredibly annoying. Your body wants it. Is your will strong enough to endure this man? Jiraiya pulls out a knife. Twirling it in his right hand before using his left hand to pull on your underwear. Hooking a finger around the now wet crotch of the fabric. The cold steel of the knife slides along your skin. What was he going to do now? If he cuts anything down there, it'll be a horribly bad time. The blade slices the fabric on your hip. It does the same on the other side. Jiraiya pulls them off and the fall to the floor. He looks at the now newly exposed region.
"Not bad! Pretty cute, if I do say so myself." Your host compliments you again. The tip of the knife doesn't touch your skin, but it traces the line of your belly. Going upwards to your chest. His voice drops to a deadly whisper. "I'm going to fuck you crazy, woman. You won't cum until I let you. Heh... unless you tell me all I want to know."
Anger follows his statement. You sneer at him. You stick your chest out and the tip of the blade sticks into you ever so slightly. Daring him on his words. "What you say doesn't shake me. Go ahead. Wouldn't be the first time a man disappoints me."
"Oh ho! Funny." Jiraiya digs the knife against the skin between your breasts. He drags it down, causing a small cut. He slices through the front of your bra. It falls apart and your boobs fall free. The straps slide down your arms and the cups swing uselessly under your arms. Jiraiya ruins your bra further by cutting the straps and he pulled that off too. Now you are completely naked. A small trail of blood was running down the centre of your body.
Jiraiya invades your bubble again. Holding your thighs. He crouched down and stuck his tongue out. He catches the blood drop with his tongue and follows the trail it left behind. Licking up your body. His warm tongue wet and leaving a different trail of its own. The air was cold around it. He laps at the wound on your chest.
"Why are you bothering with this?" You ask quietly.
His fingers press back inside of you. It reminded you how he denied you earlier. You cling onto the feeling desperately. He kisses your jaw and ear. The faint scent of blood on his lips. He continues to finger you as he whispers.
"You're my helpless prisoner. I can do whatever I want to you."
When you were right on the edge again, one or two pumps of his hand doing you over, Jiraiya steps away again. To express exactly how you felt, you curse. Spitting out the word as you fidget. Not that you really could. Your own fluids run down your thighs. Desperately wet and excited before your enemy. He stays closer to you this time. Keeping a hand on your thigh as he licks his fingers. Watching it as his tongue runs in between his digits. Why can't that be you? His tongue between your legs. Licking and running over your every curve. Paying special attention to your clit as he moans about it. Gushing on his face and down his throat.
"Are you thinking about me?" Jiraiya teases you. He shoved his wet fingers into your mouth. As you struggle and bite down on them, he snorts. "Are you ready for the main event?"
"Fuck you!" Came your muffled response.
"That's the plan, baby girl!"
He pulls back his fingers and grabs your face. Holding you in a pinch that perks your lips. He gives a quick kiss to your lips. He pulls off his pants and underwear and kicks them aside. He's hard and ready to go. Jiraiya grins at you, a little flushed now. Holding onto your thigh he prefers while stroking himself off.
"If you won't talk, maybe I can make you beg. What do you think? Am I a good size for you?"
"Shut up!" You hiss at him.
The very tip presses in. Just barely enough so you get a taste of the feeling. It's enough to get your teased and eager body incredibly excited. Aw man, fuck this guy. He's a bit of an asshole. You rock your hips and sneer at him. He better do it, or someone is losing their head. Or perhaps both of them.
"Do you want me?" Jiraiya lowered his voice to a whisper.
"What's the point of asking? You still hoping for consent?" You mock him while matching his quiet tone. "Do you think you're that desirable?"
"I'd like to think so."
You roll your eyes. "Then prove it, lover boy."
Jiraiya holds onto your thighs. His fingernails dig into your skin and he refuses to let your eyes go. Here we go... There's no going back now. He pushes you down. Every inch that pushed inside drove you more and more crazy. It's buried so deep. Your hips twitch. The need for him to move, the desperate need to be touched. It was strong. You can't fight the hold on your limbs, but you would like to. To wrap your arms and legs around him and rock your body. To fuck him until you orgasm over and over.
Oh... fuck yeah. Jiraiya moans, unashamed of how good this feels. You feel amazing! Hot, tight, and took every inch so well. It's messed up how he got here. It's a crying shame you had to be so stubborn, but at the same time he's glad. This is definitely the best interrogation he's ever done. He forces your hips to move. Starting slow as he pushes them down then lifted them back up. You cry out. It felt good and that's what's annoying about it.
He takes a step closer. His lips press against your neck. His breath hot on your skin. A few bites are placed on your neck. They aren't hard enough to hurt. They tingle and linger on your nerves. Your head falls back against the wall, allowing Jiraiya to access more. He chances letting go of your hip to touch more of you. Running up your side. Touching your soft skin. Exploring of his own volition. It was gentle. Non threatening. Almost sensual. It was curiously feeling your curves as his tongue licks over the bites on your neck.
You become stiff. Gasping as you felt the familiar build up climbing again. Jiraiya stopped again. That bastard! Should you expect any different? He grips you hard against his pelvis. It was frustrating for him too. All of his nerves were telling him to keep going. He's panting hard and it was a mistake to keep his shirt on. It's almost unbearably hot. But this is no time to think with his dick. Instead he kisses along your jaw to your ear. His breath tickles and sends shivers up your spine.
"So... about that leader of yours? Or that rising threat at our borders?" Jiraiya asks again. He massages your ass and thighs. His hips grind slowly against yours. "Got anything to say about it?"
The little movements were teasing you. The little bit of continuing stimulation made your body cling to it and want more. But it's not enough to actually go over the edge. It would just take a few words. As if you encourage that thought, he pulls out a little and pushes back in. It sent a wave of eager attention to your pussy. Clinging onto that feeling like a hungry predator clutching desperately at it's wriggling prey. It wants the kill. Being teased for a third time was frustrating. Like winning a game until the very last second.
"T-They plan to..." you trail off and bite your lip. No... don't do it.
"Oh? Do continue~!" Jiraiya insists happily. He rocks your hips slowly. Going to a very relaxed pace as he moans for you to go on.
Your nerves feel like they're in a frenzy. They want it faster and harder. The little bit of stimulation keeps your body tight and teetering on the edge.
"Expanding the land by taking yours." You vaguely say.
"Oh come on! You can say more than that!" Jiraiya stops completely again. He stood up straight to look you over.
"A... a week from now... they'll- Ah!" You gasp in a breath when he touches your clit again. Playing with it as he awaits you to continue. It's like a reward for speaking. "They'll invade! They want to take up to the first post!"
"And how do I know you're telling the truth?"
You look at him. You wrack your brain for an answer. But there's only one thing on your mind. You shoot forward as best you can. Arching your back and crying out. Your mouth so close to his. Despite the stare you are in, you pull your lips back into a sneer as you yell the next words.
"Because you are driving me crazy! I want you to let me cum! I want to know what it feels like to have you fill me with your seed you filthy Leaf scum!" You vent out your frustrations.
"..." Jiraiya stares at you almost shocked. He blinks a few times as his brows rise up. That was aggressive. And pretty hot. He enjoyed those words. A smile pulls at his lips and he even laughs. "Very well! I think telling me that much rewards you at least one orgasm!"
He gives you exactly what you wanted. Fucking you hard and fast. You arch your back and scream. You move with him. Your tense, all your muscles tensing. You don't last much longer. The rush was almost blinding. The explosion of positive stimulation runs throughout your body. Your legs are shaking from the intensity of it. And your body was only eager for more.
"That was pretty hot! Your oh face is cute!" Jiraiya teases you. It was pretty nice. Feeling all of your cum meet his skin was amazing. It smelt good too. It smelt like victory. He was winning the game and had you around his finger. You moan when he began to thrust again. "Tell me more and I'll let you cum over," he bites his teeth by your lips, "and over. I'll finish inside of you and we can put this behind us."
"Bastard! Don't get so cocky!" You snarl.
"And why are you so adorable? You really are enjoying it, aren't you?"
You open your mouth to retaliate, but a strangled moan came out instead. His cock hit something that sent a thrill of pleasure. Jiraiya notices and digs into that spot. It loosens your lips. A tingle of shame occasionally crawls it's way on your back as you speak. The more you talk, the harder he fucks you. He's encouraging you by moaning little words. Like it was the greatest dirty talk he's ever heard. Already overwhelmed, you cum again. This time he doesn't give you a break. He just goes harder.
Jiraiya is absolutely entranced by you. Every word you say is burned in his brain. From the information to the way you beg for more. Every time you get close, he holds onto your hips until he's drawing blood. He wants to bruise every inch between your legs and you won't be able to walk for a week. He wants that. To see his cum run down from your entrance and down your legs. He wants all of you covered. To make you his.
It's so much! It seems like it's all your brain is thinking about. You aren't even sure how many times it's happened. Your whole core was tense and ready for more. Jiraiya's breath hitches and his moan catches in his throat. He brings you down to meet the full length of his cock at a more uneven pace. He stiffens and he lurches forward until his head rests against your chest. He breathes through his clenched teeth as he cums inside of you. All while the feeling brings you over the edge yet again.
It grows silent in the toad's stomach. You don't relax until he does. Jiraiya's hands slide down your thighs as he falls to his knees. He's panting deeply, trying hard to catch his breath. He's eye level to your crotch and it is indeed dripping with his semen. There's small smears of blood from where his fingers dragged along your skin. Bruises were already developing along your thighs and hips.
It... wasn't so hot now that he's not aroused. He just hurt somebody in an unspeakable way. He dares to look at your face to see you flushed and some tears running down your face. Regret sets in. It really wasn't worth it. Hurting someone in this way was... awful. His legs felt weak, but Jiraiya fights it. He stands up by using the wall in front of him for support. You turn your head away when his face is next to yours.
"I'm sorry." He says breathlessly.
He snaps his fingers and you are slowly ejected from the inside of the toad's stomach wall. You haven't the strength to even catch yourself. You fall flat on your face. It's strange to have all your limbs free, not like you can move them much anyways. Stiffness and soreness had settled into your body. Every muscle felt heavy and useless. The energy you expended was too much. There's the rustling of clothing as your captor walks around to gather what he threw around.
Once he was dressed, Jiraiya spoke again. Not to you, but to the toad.
"Go to the border. That's where we'll drop her off." He said. His voice broke near the end and he turned away from you. He can't face you. Or face what he's done. It's horrible. He's horrible.
It's deathly silent in the hot stomach of the toad. It sways slightly with the movements. You don't say anything. Jiraiya doesn't say anything. You watch him as he faces the opposite wall and stares at it. He's completely ridged. If you could move, it would be easy to take him out. You would.
What an odd man. He was so confident when he was fucking you. But now it looks like he's full of remorse. He hasn't the balls to look you in the eyes again. He looks over the wounds he caused as he picked you up. His teeth gritting and he swallows back the lump in his throat. It's not worth it. He just feels like a monster.
The toad spits you and it's master out. The cold air and rain hit your body. Jiraiya sets you on the ground. He lingers. Just as he worked up the courage to speak, the sound of knifes cutting the air caught his attention. He jumped back to dodge them before retreating back to the trees he calls home.
Your colleagues surrounded you and were mortified. They screamed at the trees about how they would never forgive the Hidden Leaf. They took care of you and carried you away. As you are taken away, you look back to the border. You swear you see a figure that's crouched amongst the branches. Watching you.
Perhaps you'll meet him again. What you'll do to him is still up in the air. All you are sure of is that you want some kind of revenge.