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[Content Warning: Contains explicit depictions of sexual assault, rape, coercion, physical and psychological abuse, and non-consensual sexual acts. Reader discretion is strongly advised.]
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"Itadakimasu…"
His lips found the swell of her left breasts, tongue tracing slow, wet circles over the sensitive skin before closing over her nipple with a firm, deliberate suck.
Slurp~ Chuu~
The wet sounds filled the quiet bedroom, each pull obscene in its intimacy. Every slow suck sent traitorous sparks racing through her, her back arching despite the sob clawing up her throat.
"N-no… ahhnn~ d-don't…" she gasped, twisting beneath him, her hips shifting restlessly on the mattress as her mind splintered under the assault. 'Hate it… hate it… I hate it… b-but why does it feel—'
Last night, those same breasts had been played in a haze of drunken bliss, kissed, sucked, and teased until she giggled shyly; pressed between his hands and lips until she flushed with embarrassed delight; squeezed and nestled a cock between them as 'Minato' praised her beauty in breathless murmurs.
It had been thrilling, forbidden, her body blooming under his touch, unaware of the truth lurking behind the haze of alcohol.
Although she later felt deeply humiliated and furious, knowing whatever was done to her it hadn't been done by the man she loved and had given her heart to, but by Kanzou, who had taken advantage of her drunken confusion, the truth is that… most of the night remained a blur for her.
The fragments she did recall were hazy, fragmented flashes rather than clear memories, and that, at least, was a small, bitter solace for her…
But now? Now it was happening while she was fully conscious, fully aware that it was Kanzou touching her.
And this time… she knew she would remember it for the rest of her life.
It made her stomach twist in disgust, her mind seize with fear and helplessness, every thought recoiling from the violation. But worst of all—her body remembered.
It remembered last night's touches, his rhythm, his heat… and it responded to him, despite her mind wanting to deny and resist!
Even as she loathed him, even as she trembled with hatred, her body betrayed her, reacting to Kanzou's touch as if it wanted more.
And Kanzou knew it. His voice dripped with mockery as he murmured, "Fufu~ Kushina-chan… look at you. Your nipples are so hard, they're practically begging Daddy to bite them."
He leaned down, his gaze never leaving hers, and sank his teeth lightly into the sensitive peak. A sharp gasp escaped her lips as pain and heat mingled, his bite leaving red marks that bloomed into bruises, each one a cruel stamp of possession.
After marking her left breast, he moved to the right, giving it the same merciless attention. His tongue dragged in slow, deliberate strokes before he sucked hard enough to hollow his cheeks with a slurping sound while his hand returned to the previous, kneading firmly, fingers pinching and rolling the already marked tit.
Every sensation was agony wrapped in unwanted ecstasy.
Kushina's fists clenched the sheets, knuckles white, her mind a storm of hatred and shame, even as her thighs drew together, a humiliating dampness spreading through her panties.
But he didn't stop. His mouth wandered upward, leaving a trail of hot, open-mouthed kisses along her skin before reaching her neck. There, his teeth sank in with possessive pressure, sucking until a dark mark bloomed against her pale flesh.
"Yeah… this looks good," Kanzou murmured with a faint nod of approval, admiring the work of his teeth as though inspecting fine art. After all, it was only natural for a predator to mark his prey, to leave reminders that she belonged to him. And Kanzou had every intention of leaving many such marks on Kushina's body.
Kushina's breath hitched with every mark he left on her skin. "Mmm… haaannn~…" A trembling shiver coursed through her as his mouth moved along her collarbone and shoulder, teeth grazing, nipping, and biting, each one leaving behind a red, stinging bloom that would linger like a brand, cruel reminders of his claim.
"Ahh... n-no more... please..." she whimpered, tears streaming freely now, her voice breaking as pleasure coiled tighter despite the horror.
Kanzou only hummed against her skin, satisfied, his free hand abandoning her breast to wander lower.
His fingers hooked into the waistband of her shorts, tugging them down with firm, deliberate pulls that came with a soft rustle of fabric. The motion exposed the finely threaded mesh underskirt of metal and cloth armor clinging to her pale thighs.
He tugged her shorts lower, past her hips, down her thighs, until they crumpled around her ankles.
The mesh underskirt soon followed, peeled away with unhurried precision, baring her pale, supple thighs slick with a faint sheen of sweat.
Her white hipster panties clung damply to her skin, the thin fabric doing little to conceal her most private parts as the moisture seeping through made the material nearly transparent.
"Kushina-chan… you really are such an innocent girl, aren't you?" Kanzou chuckled, amused, as his gaze lingered on the familiar sight of her white panties once again.
Kushina caught the mockery in his tone and bit back the urge to snap at him.
Of course, she was an innocent girl; what was so wrong with that? Did he think she'd been some kind of harlot?
But she didn't get the chance to shout before a startled moan escaped her lips, "Annnnn~"
Kanzou had tugged sharply at the strap of her panties, pulling it as the fabric slightly wedged against pussy. Immediately, the dampness seeped through the white cloth, sliding down to drip onto the bedsheet below.
"Fufu~ and look at this… already soaking wet. Kushina-chan, your pretty little pussy is crying for Daddy's big cock."
"N-no… it's not…!" She shook her head, but even as she did, she knew his words weren't wrong.
"Ehh? Really? Then how do you explain this dampness?" asked Kanzou in amusement.
"…" Kushina didn't give an answer… not that she didn't want to, but that she couldn't and only stayed silent even as her face burned red, shame twisting inside her like a knife as her body betrayed her once more. After all, the glistening evidence of her body's arousal lay bare so cleanly that her words of denial would hold no weight at all.
'H… how could I? For him?' she cursed at herself. Uchiha Kanzou is the man she hates and wants to kill because his cock had defiled her, yet her body seemed to feel excited as it was being forcibly dragged back to that very edge.
Seeing her silent and not wanting to say anything, Kanzou just turned his attention back to that damp patch. Releasing his grip on the elastic of her panties, he reached out for it, his thumb lingering on it, tracing the faint outline of her folds through the thin lace with a feather-light touch that made her hips twitch involuntarily.
"Ohh~ so sensitive already... and we've barely begun."
His finger dipped lower, pressing just enough to outline the subtle swell of her camel toe, the fabric molding to her shape under the pressure. He circled it slowly, teasing the seam where lace met skin, each lazy drag pulling a soft, unwilling whimper from her throat. "Aaaah~"
She squeezed her eyes shut, her mind a frantic whirl of denial. 'Don't… don't feel it… this isn't real…'
Yet the friction persisted, relentless, humiliating. Her body trembled, clenching around emptiness as warmth gathered and spread, darkening the white fabric in silent betrayal.
Schlick...
A faint, wet sound escaped as he pinched the fabric lightly, tugging it taut to expose the camel toe more clearly, then releasing it with a snap against her sensitive skin. The sharp sting made her gasp, thighs trembling as she fought the urge to snap them shut. "Ah... n-no..."
"See how it clings to you, Kushina-chan? Like it's begging for attention." He spoke with a voice steeped in cruelty and amusement, his thumb and index finger closing around the soft, plump shape. He squeezed once, then twice, before parting them with a slow, deliberate press. The lace stretched taut, outlining the curve of her inner lips, then snapped back with a wet, intimate sound that spread the dampness further, like a shameful confession she could never take back.
Her breath came in shallow pants, tears soaking into the pillow beneath her head. 'Stop... please, stop... I don't... want this…' The mental plea echoed, desperate, but her hips betrayed her with a tiny, involuntary buck, chasing the pressure even as shame burned through her veins.
Slap!
Suddenly, a light, stinging smack landed on the camel toe through the panties, the sound sharp in the quiet bedroom.
Kushina jolted, a cry spilling free, "Hahnn~!" her core clenching hard, more wetness flooding out in response. He repeated it, firmer this time, the lace absorbing the impact but not the jolt that raced up her spine.
"Fufu~ leaking like that… your body's telling the truth, even if your mouth won't."
Another slap followed, then two more in quick succession. Slap! Slap!
Each one made her jolt, thighs trembling as fresh wetness seeped through, the thin fabric clinging transparently to the outline of her folds.
"N-no more... please... it's... ahh~..." Her voice broke, mind fracturing under the relentless tease, every slap a spark that built the coil tighter, unwanted heat pooling deep in her belly. She hated it, hated the way her pussy throbbed, hated the slick sounds that mocked her resistance.
"No more? Well then… let's stop the slapping and try something else instead," Kanzou murmured, mischief gleaming in his eyes as he slipped his fingers beneath the waistband of her panties and dragged them down at once.
Before Kushina could even register what was happening, the lace was already peeled away with a soft, wet sound, leaving her completely exposed.
Her slightly unkempt red mound framed the glistening pink of her folds, still faintly swollen from the night before yet already healing, the famed Uzumaki vitality erasing every trace of her deflowering as if it had never happened.
She whimpered, hands darting down in a reflexive bid to cover herself, palms pressing over her mound in mortified defense. "D-don't look... please..."
But his glare cut through her like ice, those abyssal eyes narrowing. "Hands away, Kushina-chan. Or do I need to remind you of the hostage?"
The warning once again reminded her of the tight rope hanging heavily around her throat. Her hands trembled, then fell to her sides, fingers digging into the sheets as exposure crashed over her. 'For him… just for him…'
Tears blurred her vision, but she couldn't hide.
The same pussy he'd pounded raw last night lay bare before him again, healed and tight once more, lips glistening with shameful arousal, clit peeking swollen and needy despite her horror.
"Hm-hm… look at this... already a little healed up. Uzumaki blood really is something else. Or maybe it's the Nine-tails' Chakra?" He asked teasingly as his hands parted her thighs wider for a better view. Her folds quivered under his stare, inner pink slick and inviting, the entrance clenching and pulsating around nothing as if remembering his invasion.
She covered her mouth and eyes with trembling hands, muffling her sobs as she bit down on her knuckles. Warm tears slipped through her fingers, falling silently onto the pillow beneath her.
Kanzou didn't seem to care that she was crying. No, if anything, her tears satisfied him. It would have been disappointing if she hadn't cried, but now that she did… it pleased him.
A slow, dark, sadistic smile tugged at his lips as he licked them in quiet delight, and wanting to push her more, he began tracing his middle finger over her slit from bottom to top, gathering her wetness on the pad before circling her clit with agonizing slowness. "Kushina-chan, look how tight your pussy is... bet it's aching for me already." He pressed in, knuckle-deep with one smooth wet thrust.
Schlup~
Her walls immediately fluttered around the intrusion, hot and velvety.
"N-ahh~!" She bit her knuckle bloody, willing her body to stay still, to deny the pleasure creeping in.
'Don't react... don't feel it...' she told herself repeatedly.
But when he added a second finger to stretch her wider while his thumb kept flicking her clit in tandem.
Schlick... schlick...
"Ahhnn~ haa~ n-no~"
The wet sounds grew louder, the obscene echoes of her surrender also becoming louder, as he pumped steadily.
Her hips bucked despite herself, a whine escaping as the coil wound tighter, control slipping like sand through her fingers.
"Fufu~ trying to hold back the moans, are we, Kushina-chan? Cute... but you're already on the verge of gushing." He scissored his fingers, grazing her ridges, his free hand pinning her hip to keep her from fleeing the building wave.
Pleasure crashed against her will, relentless, her mind fracturing,
'No, no, I won't... for Minato-kun...!' she tried to hold back desperately…
But the moment Kanzou's fingers curled and started rubbing that spongy spot inside with expert precision.
Suddenly, an intense pressure built inside her, a sharp, overwhelming urge to release from her urethra. Panic struck immediately. 'No… not that… I can't…' she thought frantically, fear twisting through her as she fought the sensation.
Her body writhed helplessly, breaths breaking into ragged gasps, the edge of release hovering before her like a precipice she couldn't step back from.
"P-please... no... shtoopp… or I… I'll... haaannn~!"
Kanzou ignored her pleas entirely as a smirk curved his lips as he commanded coldly, "Then do it. Squirt it all out for Daddy, Kushina-chan~!" His fingers never stopped, teasing her mercilessly, pushing her body past its limits until she could no longer hold back.
"Ahhhhnnn~!" A sharp, involuntary cry tore from her throat as her body betrayed her completely.
Her walls spasmed wildly around his invading fingers, clenching in frantic pulses that milked him deeper, and then... a small, hot gush escaped, squirting out in a thin, clear stream that splattered against his palm and wrist.
Squirt...
The release was brief, not the flood she'd dreaded, but enough to soak the sheets in a humiliating patter.
And the moment she recalled what had actually come out of her urethra, her eyes flew wide open behind her trembling hands, mortification crashing over her like a wave of ice-cold water.
"N-no... did I just...? Oh Kami-sama, no... I peed?"
Panic and shame twisted through her, hot and nauseating.
How could her body do this? Peeing like some animal in front of him. The monster who'd stolen everything from her had now even witnessed her most degrading accident.
'I… I should just die…' she thought to herself, finding death to be the only escape.
Kanzou's smirk deepened, a flicker of amusement crossing his face as he caught the raw horror in her muffled sobs, the way her body curled tighter in on itself. 'Peed herself, does she think? Oh, how delicious... let her stew in that filth a little longer.'
He chose not to correct her, at least, not yet. The shame radiating off her was too sweet, too intoxicating, like fine wine he wanted to savor drop by drop.
So, instead of correcting her, he teased her with a chuckle, "Fufu~ look at what you've done, Kushina-chan… such a shameless girl you are."
"N-no… i-it was just… I… I…!" she stammered, her voice trembling with shame and humiliation.
"You what? Trying to deny what you did? Are you really that kind of girl, one who can't even admit her own actions?" Kanzou questioned with an amused shrug, his fingers curling again to deliberately graze that treacherous spot, rebuilding the pressure with cruel, precise intent.
"N-no... I didn't... it wasn't... ahh~!" Denial crumbled into another gasp as the urge swelled anew, his thumb rolling her clit in tight circles while his fingers scissored wider, stretching her with a burn that bordered on pain.
Even if her mind hated every bit of it, her hips kept jerking up, chasing the friction despite the sobs wracking her chest.
'Stop... please, make it stop... oh kami-sama, kill me now...'
But he didn't stop. If anything, the sadistic glint in his eyes sharpened, his free hand sliding up to tangle in the soft red curls of her bush. He tugged sharply, pulling a handful of hairs with just enough force to sting, roots protesting as her scalp tingled in sharp bursts.
"Hnnngh~!" She yelped, body arching off the bed, the unexpected pain spiking through the haze of pleasure like lightning. Tears welled fresh, spilling over her knuckles as humiliation deepened. 'Why... why does even that feel... no, it hurts, it hurts!'
"Sensitive here too, hm? All these pretty red curls... perfect for pulling." He chuckled darkly, giving another firm tug, before releasing, only to slap his palm down on her inner thigh with a crisp—smack!.
The skin bloomed pink instantly, the sting radiating inward, making her folds clench tighter around his fingers.
Smack!
Another slap landed on the opposite thigh, harder, the sharp crack echoing as her leg quivered, muscles jumping under the impact. "Ahh—stop... it hurts... haa~!"
Pain mingled with the building heat, her mind reeling, 'Monster, sadist, I'll kill you for this.' But her pussy wept more slick, coating his hand in glossy betrayal, the pressure mounting unbearably once more.
"Stop? But, Kushina-chan, look how your cunt squeezes me tighter every time I slap you or pull your bush... your cunt seems to love the pain." To prove it, he pinched her clit between thumb and forefinger, hard, twisting it enough to send a white-hot jolt searing through her core.
"Nnnaaahhh~!!" Her entire body twitched violently, hips bucking wildly as stars burst behind her eyelids, the brutal pinch ripping a scream from her muffled mouth. Shame flooded her anew, 'he's hurting me... and I... oh w-w-why am I leaking more?' small tremors wracking her frame as aftershocks rippled out.
Squirt...
Another small gush escaped, thinner this time, arcing weakly onto his forearm before dripping down. "H-haa... no... not again...!" She sobbed openly now, hands slipping from her face to clutch the sheets, mortification twisting her gut as the wet spot spread beneath her.
'Twice... I peed twice... like some… a-a-animal!'
"Again? Such a filthy girl you are, Kushina-chan... But… keep going... Daddy loves to see you do that~" He didn't relent, fingers plunging deeper in reward, curling relentlessly against her G-spot. The pace quickened, his hand a blur of motion, scissoring and thrusting while his palm ground against her mound. Another graze, deliberate, unyielding, and the coil snapped once more, her walls fluttering in warning.
Smack!
A fresh slap to her inner thigh punctuated a thrust, the sting blooming hot as her body jerked, another tiny splurt following in its wake. "N-not a-a-again... stop, please... I'm gonna... againnn…. haaannn~!"
But the pleas only fueled him, his pinch returning to her clit, tighter, twisting, as his fingers hammered that spot without mercy.
Her thighs quaked uncontrollably, sobs turning to keening cries, mind shattering under the onslaught.
Schlick... schlick...
"Then squirt again, Kushina-chan... flood for me like the animal you are."
The order broke her utterly.
"Aaaahhhhnnn~!!" With a wail, ecstasy exploded, her pussy convulsing in another violent spasms around his fingers, gushing in a final, shuddering release that left her drenched and boneless, tears and slick mingling in humiliated defeat.
Kanzou's smirk widened at the sight, sadistic glee sparking in his chest as her quivers lingered, that fourth splurt soaking his fingers in her clear essence. 'Four times... and she still thinks it's pee. Let's make her taste her shame.'
"Here… Kushina-chan… open your mouth," He said as he withdrew his slick hand and went up, prying her jaw open with unyielding fingers, shoving them past her lips and deep onto her tongue.
"W-what—gluck!" She gagged instantly, the faint, salty-sweet tang flooding her mouth, musky, intimate, undeniably her.
"N-Nooo…" Revulsion surged like bile, her tongue recoiling as she tried to turn away, but he held her head firm, swirling the digits to coat every inch, pumping shallowly to force the flavor down her throat.
"Shh... don't resist… taste it, Kushina-chan. Taste what your body's been giving up so eagerly," he said soothingly, and added, "This is what good girls do when Daddy tells them to do something."
Gluck... gluck...
Humiliation burned through her, each muffled sob vibrating against his fingers as she swallowed reflexively, the taste scorching itself into her memory like acid.
When he finally withdrew his fingers from her mouth, strings of saliva clinging between them, his curious voice came, "So… did you like it?"
Kushina burst out, her voice trembling with outrage and shame. "H-how could I like it?! Th-that was… pee! How could you even make me do… t-t-taste something like that?!"
Just the thought of having peed in front of him was mortifying enough, but being forced to taste it?
Her stomach churned violently, nausea rising in her throat as the urge to vomit clawed its way up.
Kanzou chuckled in amusement. "You really don't know, huh?"
Kushina, still trembling and breathless, frowned through her confusion. "Wh-what don't I know?"
"That wasn't pee…" he said lightly, a smirk tugging at his lips. "That was a squirt, it's different."
"B-but… it came out of…" she stammered, too humiliated to finish the sentence, the words catching in her throat.
"Fufu~" Kanzou chuckled softly, brushing his thumb slicked with her saliva along her cheek. "You really are such an innocent girl, aren't you?" he murmured, his tone a blend of amusement and condescension. "That little hole of yours can do both, it can pee and it can squirt. What you just did was the latter."
His smirk deepened as his fingers traced the corner of her trembling lips. "Otherwise… do you really think I'd ever let my fingers touch something dirty?"
He felt disgusted at the very idea of touching someone's pee; it didn't matter even if that someone was his own woman.
Of course, the irony wasn't lost on him; while he had no desire to touch a woman's piss, he wouldn't mind pissing on one himself.
'Hmm… I should try that sometime…' he mused, mentally adding it to his growing list of indulgences. The thought even crossed his mind to one day keep a meat toilet of his own, somewhere solely for him to relieve himself on.
But that, he decided, could wait for another time.
Meanwhile, upon hearing that she hadn't actually tasted her own pee and that she hadn't lost control of her bladder under his fingering, Kushina felt a flicker of relief.
At least it wasn't that mortifying anymore.
It's just that the comfort was short-lived.
The moment she remembered what had truly happened, her stomach twisted all over again… because even if it wasn't pee, she had still squirted, and that was no less shameful.
But she didn't have long to dwell on it, Kanzou's fingers were already sliding back into her throbbing pussy with a slick, invasive ease, her walls still fluttering from the aftershocks, clenched around him like a reluctant embrace.
He wasted no time, curling them deep to hook against that spongy ridge inside, rubbing with deliberate, unyielding pressure while his thumb found her clit again, circling in tight, relentless loops.
Schlick...
"N-ahh~! No... t-too much...!" The plea escaped unbidden, her voice cracking into a whine as oversensitivity sparked through her, every nerve raw and screaming as her hips twitched upward despite the tears carving fresh paths down her cheeks, chasing the friction that blurred pain into twisted bliss. Shame coiled tighter than the heat in her belly.
"Even if you say that… Your pussy's sucking me in deeper, Kushina-chan... begging for it." His tone was velvet-wrapped venom, mocking her even as he quickened the pace, fingers scissoring wider to stretch her, grazing every ridge with brutal precision. His free hand roamed up, pinching and twisting her marked nipple hard, drawing a sharp yelp that melted into a moan.
"Ahhnn~ haa~!"
The dual assault shattered her further, sparks exploding from her chest to her core, the coil winding impossibly taut.
'No, fight it... endure... for Minato-kun...'
She thrashed her head side to side, red hair tangling in the pillows, mind fracturing under the onslaught.
"I cannn'ttttt holddddddd—"
Schlick-schlick...
"Then don't hold it for fuck's sake… Cum for me, Kushina-chan... squeeze Daddy's fingers like you mean it. Show me how much you need this."
The command was her undoing.
With a guttural wail, "I-it's commingg…. iiiyyyyyyyyaaaannnnnn~!!" ecstasy detonated, her pussy convulsing in violent spasms around his fingers, waves of pure, shattering release crashing through her from the inside out.
Gushhh... gushhh~
Juices flooded out hot and thick as her pussy pulsed with each gush, her vision going white as her body seized in total, boneless surrender, thighs clamping around his wrist like a vice.
"T… haaaah… t-too… m-mu… haaaah… muc… haaaah…" She breathed desperately, her chest rising and falling as she collapsed back, spent and shuddering, sobs wracking her frame as the afterglow twisted into fresh humiliation, slick pooling beneath her in evidence of her defeat.
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