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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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"Haaah… haaah…" Kushina's breath came in ragged, uneven gasps, her body still trembling with the raw aftershocks, every nerve left exposed and oversensitive.
She couldn't bring herself to look at him, to face the smug satisfaction she knew would be curling his lips. Nor did she want him to look at her. Shame and humiliation pressed too heavily on her chest; she couldn't bear to be seen like this, not by the man she despised with every fiber of her being.
Her hands stayed clamped over her face and mouth, trembling fingers muffling the sobs she couldn't hold back.
'I... I came... for him... like that...' The thought spiraled on repeat, each ragged breath twisting the knife of shame deeper. Heat flooded her cheeks, burning hotter than the slick mess between her thighs.
'Minato-kun... forgive me... I didn't mean to... this isn't me...'
Kanzou, utterly indifferent to her silent breakdown, got up from the bed and began to undress.
With unhurried precision, his hands moved to his clothes, first the green Jōnin vest, sliding off his shoulders with a soft rustle before landing in a heap on the floor. Then came the rest of his shinobi gear, each piece removed methodically, followed by the black turtleneck. The fabric whispered against his skin as he drew it over his head, revealing the hard lines of muscle beneath.
The soft clink of a belt buckle followed as his pants slid down his lean, muscular legs, pooling at his ankles before he kicked them aside, along with his boxers and undershirt.
Now completely naked, he stood tall and imposing, his 196.9 cm frame casting a long, dark shadow over her small, trembling form of only 161 cm curled on the bed.
Broad shoulders tapered into a sculpted V of abs and hips, old battle scars tracing rugged lines across his skin like marks of victory. His cock stood tall and rigid, thick, veined, a solid ten inches curving upward with unrelenting demand. The girth nearly matched her wrist, pulsing with heat and authority, proud and ready.
But Kushina didn't see any of it. Her world was reduced to the press of her palms against her eyes, the salt of tears seeping between her fingers, the pounding of her heart drowning out everything else. 'Just make it end... please...'
"Fufu..." Kanzou's low chuckle slithered through the air like smoke.
He sat back on the bed, the mattress dipping under his weight, and wrapped his hand around his shaft, hot, heavy, and throbbing in his grip. Leaning over her, he guided the swollen head to her glistening folds, slapping it lightly against her soaked pussy, making slopy sounds.
Schlap… Schlap~
Kushina's body trembled faintly with each wet, sloppy slap of his cock, though she tried not to react and still thinking that it was his fingers slapping, kept her hands clamped over her face.
Kanzou's lips curved into a smirk. "Wakey wakey, Kushina-chan~" he murmured before dragging his cock up and down between her slick folds, sawing through the wetness with slow, deliberate friction. The thick, veiny length throbbed against her, parting her lips with every pass, gleaming with the sheen of her unwilling arousal.
The sensation hit her like a spark to dry tinder. Something thick, hot, and pulsating slapped against her core, making her stiffen instantly. 'W-what... no...' Dread coiled in her gut, cold and certain, as the rhythmic wet drag continued teasing her entrance without mercy.
Schlick… Schlick~
Her breath hitched, hands slipping just enough to peek through her fingers, violet eyes widening in terror at the sight: his cock, monstrous and unyielding, grinding against her like a promise of ruin. 'That... that's... it's too big... it'll destroy me...'
Kanzou's eyes locked on hers. "Fufu~ ready to get fucked, Kushina-chan? Daddy's been patient... but there's only so much I can hold back… and look at your pussy… It's dripping for Daddy."
She shook her head frantically, hands falling away fully now, voice a trembling whisper. "N-no way... something that big... it won't fit... it'll... tear me..."
"Yeah? You don't have to worry... I fucked you with it just last night, remember? Took every inch like a champ," he replied, chuckling while continuously making his tip nudge her entrance just enough to make her clench.
Kushina's mouth opened, but no words came out. "Last night…"
Fragments flickered through her mind, hazy, broken, but undeniable. She had taken him. Her body had yielded in a drunken haze, even if her mind now recoiled in horror. Yet knowing that didn't ease the terror clawing at her chest; if anything, it made it worse.
'Even then… it must've hurt a lot…'
She was certain it had. The memory of that pain lingered faintly, an ache that had still been there when she'd woken up. If it hurt then, when she was drunk and half-numb, then now, sober, aware, and terrified, it would hurt even more.
She recoiled instinctively, scrambling backward on trembling elbows, shaking her head in panic. "N-no… please… I'm scared… it's too big… even if… last night… I…"
"Scared, huh?" Kanzou's tone was edged with amusement, a cruel glint flickering in his eyes. "And what makes you think I care about that? We had a deal, remember?"
Before she could retreat any farther, his hand shot out, clamping around her ankle like a steel shackle. With effortless strength, he yanked her back down the bed, her gasp catching in her throat. "So no," he said, his voice low and mocking as his gaze dropped to his twitching erection, a bead of precum glistening at the tip. "You don't get to back away just because you're scared… not after making me like this."
"N-no… get away from me!" she cried, kicking out in panic. But Kanzou caught her other leg mid-swing, his grip unyielding as iron, pinning both in place with effortless strength.
The struggle only made his blood hum hotter, a feral grin spreading across his face.
"Fufu~ fighting like that…" he drawled, amusement lacing every word, "you know it only makes me harder."
He drank in the sight of her, muscles taut, chest heaving, eyes blazing with fear and defiance. It was raw, alive… far more intoxicating than last night's dazed submission.
With a low growl, he flipped her onto her stomach. She landed with a muffled thud, her breasts flattening against the mattress and spilling out, nipples scraping harshly against the fabric.
In an instant, he mounted her, bone-prone, his knees locking around her thighs, his weight pressing her helplessly into the bed. One hand snaked up her back, seizing both her wrists in a vise-like grip and wrenching them behind her, pinning them there with unyielding force.
She bucked wildly, trying to twist free, but the hold was iron, her arms immobilized, elbows useless against the mattress, leaving her thrashing reduced to futile kicks and desperate squirms.
"G-get off… no… please…!" she cried, panic lacing her voice as her body writhed in frantic resistance, every jerk only grinding her ass harder against his throbbing length.
Yet every futile struggle only made it worse; each movement pressed her deeper into him, the slick contact making him twitch hotter with barely restrained hunger as his breath grew ragged, excitement thrumming through him in a fiery surge. "Yes... fight, Kushina-chan... make me earn it."
His free hand gripped his cock, aligning the blunt head at her entrance, thick, insistent, parting her folds with a slow nudge. "I'm putting it in, Kushina-chan... feel Daddy fill you up."
The words weren't mercy or warning; they were a taunt, a reminder to sear the invasion into her soul.
She tensed, a whimper choking out, "N-no... wait...!" but he thrust forward regardless, burying all 10 inches in one merciless plunge.
Her walls stretched impossibly around his girth, slick from her earlier releases, easing his way in but doing nothing to dull the pain and burn as the swollen head slammed against her cervix with bruising force, sending a sharp jolt of pain and pleasure twisting through her core. "Ahhhhnnn~!!"
Kushina's world exploded in pain, torn, full, suffocating.
It felt like she was being split in two as her pussy clenched in desperate protest around the invading thickness. Her breath hitched, chest tightening as panic mingled with raw overstimulation, each shallow gasp turning into a trembling, ragged pant as her body fought to adjust but seemed to fail.
"T-too... big... can't... breathe... it's... destroying me..."
Spots danced in her vision, panic clawing as her lungs burned, body locked in frozen agony.
Kanzou stilled, buried to the hilt, her ass flush against his hips. "Tight... so fucking tight... even after last night."
"C… can't… breathe…" she repeated, struggling more…
"Hyperventilating?" he raised his eyebrow as his free hand reached out and
He released his choke on her neck, fingers loosening to pat her sweat-soaked, trembling back gently, almost tenderly, rubbing slow circles to coax air back into her lungs. "Breathe, Kushina-chan... in... out... there... good girl. It'll only hurt for a while, I train your pussy... then it'll feel good. Daddy's promise."
She gasped in shaky breaths, "haa... haa..." the world blurring back into focus, pain ebbing to a dull, throbbing ache as her body adjusted, walls fluttering around him in confused spasms. "Hurts... it hurts…"
"It's okay, Kushina-chan… feel this pain, accept this pain, know this pain. A woman who's never known pain like this will never understand true pleasure," Kanzou murmured darkly, his voice laced with cruelty and amusement as he whispered legendary words into her ears.
And with each word he whispered, he withdrew slowly, inch by inch, letting her feel every throb, every sear of pain along his thick length. Her walls clenched around him in helpless resistance, the stretch raw and unbearable. When only the swollen head remained inside her, he leaned even closer, his lips blowing hot air into her ear as he said that final line, "And now… Uzumaki Kushina shall know the true ecstasy born of pain and pleasure."
Almighty… Thrust!!!!!!!
Schluuuuump!
He slammed forward in one merciless thrust, burying himself to the hilt and crashing into her cervix with brutal, unyielding force as her walls yielded unwillingly around his impossible girth, stretching to their limit once again as pain and fullness exploded through her core like shattering glass.
"Aaaaahhhhnnn~!!!"
Kushina's world dissolved into white-hot agony and ecstasy, her body seizing in an instant, pussy convulsing wildly around him in frantic spasms. The Almighty Thrust shattered her defenses utterly, waves of unwanted bliss crashing from her depths, milking his cock in rhythmic, quaking pulses that made her vision blur and toes curl into the sheets.
"T-too... deep... it's... breaking me..." Shame, pain, and pleasure twisted into a storm, tears flooding her eyes as the orgasm ripped through her unbidden, gushing slick around his buried length in humiliated surrender.
Gushhh... gushhh~
She collapsed forward, face buried in the pillows, sobs muffled as aftershocks quaked through her, body limp and quivering beneath his weight.
Watching her lose control, her juices spilling freely, Kanzou suddenly burst into laughter. "Gyahahahaha…"
He hadn't imagined that one day, he'd whisper those legendary words while thrusting into a woman's pussy, only for her to climax instantly.
The absurdity of it, the sheer irony, made it too damn funny that he couldn't stop himself from laughing, "Almighty thrust… gahaahahahaha…!!!"
Kushina trembled beneath him, her body convulsing as her pussy pulsed and spilled out wave after wave of slick release.
Yet even through the haze of exhaustion and overstimulation, her tears wouldn't stop, flowing down her desperate cheeks.
"Minato-kun… please… save me… Minato-kun…"
"Fufu~ Kushina-chan… don't you know? You're not the strongest summoner in the Shinobi World," Kanzou said, his tone laced with mockery as he looked down at her trembling form.
Kushina she didn't understand what he meant, but seeing that mocking grin, her lips quivered as she choked out the only name her heart could cling to, "Min…ato…"
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"Min…ato…"
"-kaze… Minato…"
"Namikaze Minato!"
"Huh? Yes?" The young Minato jolted upright. He'd been staring at the wall too long, lost in thought. He also felt a bit heavy-headed for a reason he was unable to understand.
'This heaviness… why am I feeling heavy in the head?' he thought, shaking his head.
When he looked up, Uchiha Shin was already standing outside the cell door, a tray of food in his hands.
"Lunch," said Shin, sliding it in through the gap. "Eat before it gets cold."
Normally, a Genin, or occasionally a Chunin, would deliver meals to the prisoners. But since Kanzou had warned him about Minato's abilities, and also warned him not to underestimate the guy, Shin came personally to bring the food and, at the same time, used his Sharingan to confirm that the fūinjutsu sealing Minato's chakra remained intact.
Minato managed a polite nod. "Thank you. Um… Shin-san, do you know how long I'll have to stay here?"
Shin answered lightly. "Until the investigation confirms you're not an accomplice of P. Jiraiya-sama."
"P… Jiraiya-sama?" Minato blinked.
"Yeah," said Shin, smirking. "That's what everyone calls him now. Perverted Jiraiya-sama."
In fact, there was another meaning behind that 'P,' one that only Kanzou understood.
"I-I see…" Minato muttered, his expression tightening. He didn't even know how to defend Jiraiya, after all, the man was a pervert, it's just that this has now become public knowledge in Konoha. Besides, in his current situation, he wasn't in any position to defend anyone.
"In any case, you won't be getting out until your innocence is proven," added Shin.
Minato frowned. "But I haven't done anything wrong."
"If that's the case, you've got nothing to worry about," Shin replied easily. "Once the investigation's finished, you'll walk free."
"Then… how long will it take?" Minato asked quickly.
Shin paused, smile sharpening at the edges. 'How long? As long as Kanzou-sama wants you here.'
Of course, he wouldn't say that to Minato. Instead, he folded his arms and said, "What's the hurry, Namikaze Minato? You're being treated well, aren't you? A comfortable cell, proper meals… I'd say you're living better than you deserve, considering that you are suspected to be a creep who peeks at bathing women."
"E-even if that's true…" Minato began, his frustration showing. Just because the living conditions weren't unbearable didn't mean he wanted to stay here. Who would want to remain imprisoned, especially when he hadn't done anything wrong?
While he sat there for crimes he clearly hadn't committed, his mind churned. What was happening outside? His reputation had probably hit rock bottom. People must be talking about him. What did they think of him now? What did Kushina think about him? Was she all right? Did Hokage-sama ensure her safety? What is she doing now?
He was worried, desperately so. He needed to get out of here as soon as possible. If he could just unseal his chakra, he would have already escaped, leaving a shadow clone behind. At the very least, he had to make sure Kushina was safe.
Shin didn't know what was weighing on Minato's mind, and frankly, he didn't care. Still, he did recall the two companions Souta had brought in not long ago and decided to mention it.
"By the way… your two squadmates—what were their names again? Daiki and Naoki?"
"Dekai and Naoki," Minato corrected automatically, though a bad feeling stirred in his chest the moment their names were mentioned.
"Right, Dekai and Naoki," Shin repeated with a nod before continuing casually, "They've been imprisoned too."
Sure enough, his instincts were right as his eyes widened. "What?! Dekai and Naoki, too? Why were they imprisoned?"
Shin shrugged. "They were caught spying on the Police Station. Maybe they were trying to break you, or P. Jiraiya-sama, out. Did they really think we wouldn't notice them snooping around?" He gave a short laugh before adding, "So, we brought them in for questioning as well."
Then, with a smirk, he added, "Besides, they're from P. Jiraiya-sama's squad too… so naturally, we have to investigate them, for the same reason you're here."
Minato fell silent, unsure of what to say. A twinge of guilt settled in his chest. He suspected that the reason they'd been spying around the Police Station was indeed because of him and Jiraiya. They had probably been trying to rescue them both… and now they'd landed themselves in trouble too.
"Well, I thought I'd just let you know," Shin said with a smile. "In any case, you should finish your meal before it gets cold." With that, he turned to leave.
As Shin began walking away, Minato gripped the prison bars and called out, "Shin-san… um… is there no other way for me to leave sooner?"
"Leave sooner?" Shin raised an eyebrow, glancing back at him. "What do you mean?"
Minato hesitated. He'd heard about the Uchiha Police Force's habits of intimidation and extortion. Maybe, just maybe, there was a way to buy his freedom.
"I… I was just thinking that… maybe we could… um…" Minato trailed off awkwardly, the implication clear. Talking about bribery didn't sit right with him, but desperation was beginning to outweigh pride.
Shin's lips curved into a smirk. "Namikaze Minato… don't tell me—you're actually trying to bribe your way out of here?"
"Well… um…" Minato muttered stiffly, clearly uncomfortable.
"So you are offering me a bribe," Shin said, his smirk widening as his tone turned razor-sharp. "How amusing. Tell me, why the sudden desperation? Could it be you really are a creep—one who peeks at women in bathhouses just like P. Jiraiya-sama? Afraid your spotless little image will crack, and everyone will see what kind of man hides behind that charming face?"
"N-no! That's not it at all! I was just—" Minato shook his head quickly, the words catching in his throat. "Forget what I said…" He turned away, not wanting to meet Shin's mocking eyes.
"Hey, I'm just messing with you," Shin said with a chuckle before continuing, "But if you've really got something to offer… why don't you tell me? I'll pass it along to Kanzou-sama. If it's good enough, we won't care whether you're a creep or not—we might even wash away all your crimes."
"I—I don't need any whitewashing! I'm not a creep!" Minato cut in, unable to stomach the accusation.
"Yeah, yeah, whatever—don't sweat the small details," Shin said, waving a hand dismissively before continuing, "So? Do you have anything worth that much?"
Minato replied hesitantly, "Well… um… I have some savings from the missions I've completed."
"Money, huh? Oh? And how much are we talking about?" Shin's interest perked up. Being Jiraiya's student, Minato might have quite a bit—maybe twenty or thirty million ryō. That would certainly catch his attention.
"A-About half a million ryō," Minato answered, feeling that amount should be enough.
"Just that?" Shin's expression fell flat. He shook his head. "With only half a million, you can forget about bribing your way out of here."
'J-just half a million?' Minato was stunned by his reaction. That was everything he'd managed to save up so far.
After all, he was still quite young—of course, he didn't have that much. He hadn't even mastered the Flying Raijin yet, so he couldn't take on high-paying missions as fast as he would go on to in the future.
"Putting aside your meager wealth… do you have anything else to offer? Maybe a unique jutsu or something?" Shin asked, eyeing him thoughtfully. Being Jiraiya's disciple, Minato might know something valuable. If he did, that could buy his way out.
'Do I have anything that valuable?' Minato wondered.
Of course he did—the Flying Raijin Jutsu. An S-rank time–space technique that almost no one had managed to master since the death of Nidaime Hokage. He'd only recently begun studying it and hadn't yet perfected it, but he had a knack for it. Unlike others before him, he could already use it to a limited extent. That meant he could fully master it one day, and he was certain it was valuable enough to interest even Uchiha Kanzou.
Shin seemed to read his thoughts. "Oh? Judging by that face, you do have something, don't you?" he said with a smirk. "How about handing it over? Maybe then we can arrange your release."
"N-no… I don't have anything like that," Minato replied quickly, shaking his head.
Offering the Flying Raijin Jutsu might have been enough to buy his way out of prison… but that wasn't a decision he could make on his own. He couldn't hand over such a technique to the Uchiha Police Force without the Hokage's permission. Doing so would be considered treason—he'd been explicitly warned not to share any details of the jutsu with anyone.
As a result, only the Hokage, Jiraiya, and Kushina knew that he possessed the Flying Raijin Jutsu and was training to master it.
Not even Dekai and Naoki were aware of it.
Therefore, he couldn't just offer it to the Uchiha Clan to buy his freedom, heck, he couldn't even speak of it.
"Is that so? Well… that's a pity, I suppose," Shin said with a shrug.
He didn't believe Minato's denial for a second. His instincts told him the boy was hiding something valuable. Still, it didn't matter if Minato wasn't willing to offer it now.
'If it's Kanzou-sama,' Shin thought as he turned to leave, 'he'll be able to extract it with his genjutsu.'
With that thought, Shin cast Minato one last mocking glance before heading out.
From start to finish, he hadn't mentioned that Uzumaki Kushina had visited the Police Station earlier.
'Namikaze Minato… you really should've offered whatever it is you're hiding,' he mused with a quiet chuckle. 'If you had, perhaps the Patriarch wouldn't have given you a pair of green hats.'
The memory of Kanzou and Kushina's simultaneous absence from Kanzou's office crossed his mind, and Shin, having known Kanzou for years, didn't need to imagine what the two were doing.
The thought nearly made him laugh out loud.
'You may have kept your precious jutsu safe, Namikaze Minato… but it wasn't without a price,' he thought, smirking as he walked away.
Seeing Shin leave… Minato slumped back on the bed… as for eating… he wasn't in the mood… not after hearing that his two squadmates had also been imprisoned…
Now the only person left outside the prison whom he cared about is Kushina…
"Please be safe… Kushina…"
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"Minato…"
"Kushina-chan… Namikaze Minato won't be coming. He's locked up—and he doesn't even know what's happening here. For now, it's just me, you, and lots of fucking… so let's pick up where we left off. Understood?"
Then, regardless of whether Kushina said yes or no, Kanzou resumed the movement of his waist, thrusting in and out of her wet pussy.
Pa!
Pa!
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Pa!
Letting her fully understand the incredible power of his Almighty Thrusts.
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