A prequel to Ninja Toys part 1,
Sort of..
Anyway please enjoy
Karin--
The room was dim, shadows flickering in the candlelight as I sat at my desk, the wooden chair creaking slightly beneath me. I adjusted the silk nightgown that clung to my skin, its soft fabric a stark contrast to the anticipation buzzing just beneath my surface. The darkness of the room, broken only by the occasional flicker of the candle flame, seemed to echo the thrill I felt. The scent of lavender from a nearby incense stick mingled with the musky aroma of old wood, creating an intoxicating atmosphere that heightened my senses.
I stared at the delicate, ornate mirror on my desk, my own reflection staring back with a look of determination. Tonight would be fun. Tonight would be different. I told myself that over and over, letting the excitement build. I ran a hand through my crimson hair, feeling the smooth strands slip through my fingers, a calming ritual that steadied my nerves.
The silence of the room was broken by a soft knock on the door, barely audible yet cutting through the stillness like a knife. I straightened, the anticipation building to a crescendo.
"Enter," I called, my voice steady despite the pounding of my heart. The air seemed to thicken, each second stretching into an eternity.
The door creaked open, revealing Tsunade in her maid's uniform, her expression as unreadable as ever. Cradled in her hands, as if he were a precious artifact, was a five-inch version of Sasuke Uchiha. The sight of him, so small and vulnerable, sent a shiver of exhilaration down my spine. His miniature form was a stark contrast to the proud, powerful figure I remembered.
"Leave him on the bed," I instructed, waving a hand towards the plush, inviting surface covered in rich burgundy sheets that glowed faintly in the candlelight.
Tsunade complied, gently placing Sasuke on the bed. Before leaving, she paused in the doorway, her voice carrying a hint of warning. "If you break another toy, the fine will be increased this time."
I rolled my eyes, waving her off dismissively. "Yeah, whatever." The door closed behind her with a soft click, leaving me alone with my prize.
As Tsunade exited the room, I stood up from my desk, the wooden floor cold against my bare feet. I moved towards the bed, my nightgown swaying with each step, whispering against my skin like a lover's touch. Sasuke lay on his back, his tiny form dwarfed by the expanse of the bed. He looked up at me, and I could see the flicker of fear in his eyes. It was intoxicating.
I stood there for a moment, towering over him, letting him absorb the sight of my giant form. The power dynamic was thrilling, the sense of control exhilarating. I licked my lips, savoring the anticipation. The flickering candlelight cast long, dancing shadows on the walls, adding to the surreal atmosphere. I imagined how monumental I must look to him, how each movement I made would seem like an earthquake in his tiny world.
I slowly, deliberately, used my foot to nudge Sasuke off the bed. His tiny body tumbled onto the floor, and I followed, lowering myself to kneel beside him. The cold wood felt grounding, connecting me to the moment.
I pressed my foot down on his small form, feeling his body squirm beneath me. Only his upper half was visible, his face a mixture of defiance and fear. My heart pounded with excitement as I moved my right hand to my crotch, the anticipation of the moment almost too much to bear. The warmth of my own touch contrasted sharply with the coolness of the room.
"Oh my little Sasuke, you're trying so hard to escape," I said with a giggle, the sound echoing softly in the room. I wiggled my toes, feeling him struggle even more beneath my foot. It was delicious, this sense of power, of control.
--Sasuke--
The world had turned into a nightmare of darkness and shadows. I lay on my back, staring up at Karin's towering form. Her nightgown billowed around her like a ghostly shroud, her eyes gleaming with a predatory hunger. The way she looked down at me, like I was a toy for her amusement, filled me with a dread I had never known.
I felt a surge of panic as her foot nudged me off the bed. The fall was disorienting, the impact jarring. I barely had time to gather my bearings before her foot was on me, pinning me to the floor. The pressure was immense, her toes wiggling against my tiny body, each movement sending waves of discomfort through me. The grain of the wooden floor pressed into my back, adding to the sensory overload.
I looked up, my view dominated by her towering form. Her hand moved to her crotch, and my horror deepened as I realized what she was doing. The giant entrance above me seemed impossibly vast, a monstrous void that threatened to consume everything. Each subtle movement she made seemed magnified, the soft rustling of fabric like thunder in my ears.
"Oh my little Sasuke, you're trying so hard to escape," she said, her voice filled with a sickening amusement. She giggled, the sound echoing in the dimly lit room, heightening my sense of dread. Her laughter was a chilling contrast to the silence that followed, each note lingering in the air.
I struggled beneath her foot, every instinct screaming at me to get away. But her weight was too much, her control absolute. I looked up in horror as she began to play with herself, the sight of her finger entering that giant entrance filling me with a primal fear. The slick sound was unmistakable, a grotesque reminder of my helplessness.
The shadows in the room seemed to close in around me, the candlelight flickering wildly as if responding to my panic. The room felt like a cage, the walls pressing in as Karin's laughter echoed around me. My world had shrunk to this moment, to the overwhelming presence of her foot on my chest and the monstrous vision above me.
The sense of powerlessness was overwhelming, the realization that I was nothing more than a toy for her amusement a brutal, crushing truth. I could see the pleasure in her eyes, the thrill she derived from my helplessness, and it made the horror of my situation all the more acute. Her expression was a twisted mix of ecstasy and domination, her eyes half-lidded with pleasure.
As she continued to play with herself, I could do nothing but lie there, pinned beneath her foot, watching in terror. The world had shrunk down to this dimly lit room, this moment of twisted pleasure, and I was trapped in it, unable to escape. Each gasp and moan from Karin was a reminder of my insignificance, each twitch of her fingers a testament to her control over me.
The cold wood of the floor against my back, the weight of her foot on my chest, the grotesque spectacle above me—all combined into a symphony of despair. My world had become a nightmare, each second stretching into an eternity of helplessness and fear. I was lost in it, a tiny, insignificant figure in the vast, terrifying world of Karin's desires.
--Karin--
The dimly lit room seemed to pulsate with a life of its own, the flickering candlelight casting eerie shadows on the walls. I could feel the coolness of the wooden floor against my knees, contrasting sharply with the warmth building between my thighs. Sasuke's tiny, struggling form beneath my foot was a delicious reminder of the power I wielded in this moment. Each squirm, each futile attempt to escape, sent a thrill through me.
I wiggled my toes, feeling the minute vibrations of his struggles. His body was so small, so fragile, and yet his defiance made him seem almost valiant. A bead of sweat formed on my brow, rolling down slowly before falling like a giant raindrop onto his exposed upper half. The droplets of sweat splashed against his skin, adding another layer to his discomfort.
Closing my eyes, I lost myself in the sensation, sliding a couple more fingers inside myself. The slick warmth was a stark contrast to the cool air of the room, each movement sending waves of pleasure through me. I moaned softly, the sound almost lost in the cavernous silence of the room.
Minutes passed in this blissful haze, my fingers working rhythmically, my toes wiggling and pressing down on Sasuke. The sense of control, of absolute dominance, was intoxicating. When I finally opened my eyes, I looked down at Sasuke with a predatory grin.
--Sasuke--
The weight of her foot was unbearable, pressing down on my chest and face with a relentless force. Every breath was a struggle, every movement an exercise in futility. Sweat dripped from her towering form, the droplets hitting me like a deluge, each one a reminder of my helplessness.
Her toes wiggled above me, the movements adding to my torment. One of her toes covered my mouth, stifling any sound I might make. I could only watch as she lost herself in her pleasure, her eyes closed, her expression one of pure ecstasy. The enormity of her actions, the overwhelming sense of power she held, made me feel smaller than I had ever felt before.
Then, her eyes opened, and she looked down at me with a wicked glint. "Say, Sasuke... Would you like to know the truth about you and the other tiny ninja? I bet you're just dying to know why this is happening to you."
Her voice was slow, sensual, each word dripping with malice. I couldn't respond, my mouth covered by her toe, my mind reeling from the absurdity of her question.
--Karin--
I watched the panic flicker in his eyes, his silence a testament to the control I had over him. The room was filled with the sound of my breath, heavy and ragged, mixing with the soft squelching of my fingers moving in and out of my entrance. I could feel the tension building, the anticipation of the moment driving me forward.
"Well, I guess it couldn't hurt to tell you," I continued, my voice a low purr. "I never could say no to you."
I wiggled my toes some more, feeling his tiny struggles intensify beneath me. Each squirm, each attempt to free himself, only added to my pleasure. The power I held over him was exhilarating, a heady mix of dominance and desire that pushed me closer to the edge.
As I continued to pleasure myself, I leaned down slowly, savoring the look of horror on his face. My fingers never stopped their rhythmic movements, each thrust sending waves of pleasure through me. I could feel the climax building, the tension coiling tighter and tighter within me.
--Sasuke--
Her words were a cruel taunt, each one a dagger driven deeper into my psyche. The weight of her foot, the relentless pressure, made it impossible to move, to breathe. My body ached from the strain, my mind reeling from the sensory overload.
As she leaned down, her face loomed above me like a terrible specter. Her breath was hot and heavy, the scent of her arousal filling the air. I could see the glint of mischief in her eyes, the twisted pleasure she derived from my suffering. The sense of dread, of impending doom, was overwhelming.
And then, she pursed her lips before letting a loogie drop from her mouth. The loogie fell in slow motion, a glistening trail of saliva that landed squarely on my face. The warm, sticky substance clung to my skin, adding to the degradation of my situation. I could do nothing but lie there, pinned beneath her foot, covered in her spit, as she continued to pleasure herself.
--Karin--
The sight of Sasuke, covered in my spit, his face contorted in horror, sent a final thrill through me. The power, the control, the sheer dominance of the moment was intoxicating.
I looked down at Sasuke, a satisfied smile playing on my lips. He was mine, completely and utterly, a tiny plaything in my hands. The sense of power, of absolute control, was a heady rush that left me craving more.
The room was heavy with the scent of sweat and arousal, the flickering candlelight casting a sultry glow across the wooden floor. My breath quickened, my pace with my hand becoming frantic as I rode the wave of pleasure that was building inside me. The slickness of my fingers, the rhythmic movements, sent jolts of ecstasy through my body.
For a few minutes, the only sounds were my labored breathing and the soft squelch of my fingers. I was lost in the moment, the power I held over Sasuke a heady aphrodisiac. Then, I spoke again, my voice husky with desire.
"The tiny ninja are all just a special type of blood clone," I purred, my words slow and deliberate. "All that's needed is a little DNA of the original, and they can make as many tiny people as they want."
I stopped talking, peering down to look at Sasuke's reaction. His eyes widened in realization, the horror of the truth dawning on him. The sight of his shock sent a thrill through me, my heart fluttering in excitement. I pumped myself a couple more times, savoring the mixture of fear and confusion in his gaze.
"Clients like me can rent a tiny to do with as they please," I continued, my voice dripping with sensuality. "Even if they end up dying, a new copy can be made relatively easily. And while clients are fined for breaking them, there's no real consequence."
Giant beads of sweat formed on my forehead, rolling down my face and dripping onto Sasuke's tiny form. Each droplet splashed against his skin, a stark reminder of his helplessness. I watched his eyes slowly begin to understand his position, the realization sinking in like a stone in a pond.
For a few moments, I remained silent, the rhythmic movements of my hand the only sound in the room. Then I spoke again, my voice a soft, mocking whisper. "Have you noticed Naruto always has an upbeat attitude, no matter how many times he gets picked?"
I paused, watching the light of understanding flicker in Sasuke's eyes. "It's because Naruto is the most popular of all the tiny ninja. But clients wind up breaking him most of the time, so a new tiny Naruto is made each time."
--Sasuke--
The weight of her words crushed me, each revelation a new blow to my psyche. I stared up at her, my body pinned beneath her foot, my mind reeling from the horror of the truth. The flickering candlelight cast eerie shadows across her face, her eyes gleaming with twisted pleasure.
The thought of Naruto, cheerful and resilient, being broken over and over again, only to be replaced by a new copy, filled me with a sense of hopelessness. The casual way Karin spoke of our lives, our deaths, made it clear how insignificant we were. We were nothing more than toys, playthings for the amusement of giants.
I felt the last vestiges of my defiance crumble, the reality of my situation sinking in. The power dynamic was too vast, the control she held absolute. I was nothing more than a puppet, my strings pulled by the whims of those who towered over me.
Giant beads of sweat from Karin fell onto my body, each drop a stark reminder of my helplessness. The slick warmth of her fluids, the overwhelming scent of her arousal, added to the degradation of my position. I felt my spirit break, the fight leaving me completely.
Her words about Naruto echoed in my mind, the realization that even the strongest among us could be reduced to this state over and over again. The futility of resistance, the inevitability of our fate, was a bitter pill to swallow. My eyes, once filled with defiance, now reflected only despair and resignation.
--Karin--
I saw the light fade from Sasuke's eyes, the fire of his spirit extinguished. The sight of his broken shell sent a final thrill through me, pushing me over the edge. I leaned back, my body trembling with the force of my climax, letting out one last scream of pleasure. The sound echoed in the room, a testament to my victory, my dominance.
The wave of ecstasy washed over me, leaving me breathless and satisfied. I slowly removed my foot from Sasuke, my body still tingling from the aftershocks of pleasure. He remained still, lying there with a haunted look, covered in my sweat and saliva, the scent of my foot clinging to him.
I looked down at him, a sense of satisfaction filling me. He was mine, completely and utterly, a tiny plaything broken by my hand. The power I held, the control, was intoxicating. I had enjoyed my fun, but all good times must come to an end
The room was filled with the scent of sweat and sex, the flickering candlelight casting long shadows on the walls. I took a deep breath, savoring the moment, the thrill of my victory. Sasuke lay at my feet, a reminder of my power, my control.
I felt the afterglow of satisfaction wash over me, a heady mix of power and fulfillment. Slowly, I moved my foot off of my tiny ninja
I walked to my desk, each step deliberate, savoring the moment. The cool wood of the floor was a stark contrast to the warmth still radiating from my skin. I reached out for the small silver bell resting on the edge of the desk and rang it, the clear chime breaking the stillness of the room. It was a sound that signaled the end of my playtime and the start of a more mundane routine.
Moments later, Tsunade entered, her expression unreadable as always. She moved with a quiet efficiency, her maid uniform pristine despite the late hour. She bent down to collect the tiny Sasuke from where he lay on the floor, still covered in my sweat and saliva, his expression vacant and defeated.
As Tsunade was about to walk out with him, I turned to her, my voice tinged with weariness. "Don't clean him," I said, my tone lacking the usual edge.
Tsunade paused, her eyebrows raising slightly. "That will incur an extra charge," she responded, her voice as emotionless as ever.
"Whatever," I replied, waving her away dismissively. I was too tired to care about the details, my mind already drifting to the next time I would have a tiny ninja to play with.
--Sasuke--
The world had shrunk down to a series of disjointed sensations: the roughness of the wooden floor beneath me, the oppressive weight of Karin's foot lifted only moments ago, and now the indifferent grasp of Tsunade's fingers as she raised me to her eyes. Her gaze was clinical, detached, as if I were nothing more than an object to be inspected.
"You may need to be replaced," she murmured, her voice devoid of any real concern. "But we'll wait and see if the next client complains."
Her words barely registered. I was a broken shell, my mind numb from the relentless assault on my dignity and will. As Tsunade carried me through the winding halls, the flickering light from the sconces casting eerie shadows, I felt like I was in a nightmare from which there was no escape.
We arrived at the room filled with cages, each containing a tiny ninja like myself. The air was heavy with a mix of despair and resignation. Tsunade walked to my cage and opened it, depositing me inside with a casual flick of her wrist. The metal bars felt cold and unforgiving, a stark reminder of my imprisonment.
--Karin--
I watched Tsunade leave with Sasuke, her form disappearing into the darkness of the hallway. The room felt empty without the presence of my tiny toy. I sighed, the thrill of the evening fading into the background of my thoughts. I walked to my bed, the sheets still rumpled from my earlier activities, and lay down, letting the weariness take over.
--Sasuke--
The cage door clanged shut behind me, the sound echoing in the small space. The room was plunged into darkness as Tsunade turned off the lights, her footsteps receding until there was only silence. I sat there, feeling the cold metal bars press against my back, the faint scent of sweat and saliva still clinging to my skin.
From the cage beside mine, I heard Sakura's soft voice, filled with concern. "Sasuke, are you okay? What did they do to you?"
I didn't respond. I couldn't. The weight of what I had experienced, of what I had become, was too much to bear. Instead, I moved to the corner of my cage, sitting down and wrapping my arms around my knees. I stared blankly into the darkness, the faint glimmers of light from the hallway doing little to pierce the gloom.
The silence was oppressive, the darkness a constant reminder of my helplessness. I could feel Sakura's worried gaze on me, but I couldn't bring myself to acknowledge it. My mind was a whirlwind of despair and resignation, the reality of my situation sinking in deeper with each passing moment.
I was trapped, not just physically, but mentally. The walls of the cage were a mirror to the walls closing in around my mind. I had become a prisoner in every sense of the word, and there was no escape from the darkness that enveloped me.
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