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Watching her squirm against the delicate lines of ropes he’d painted her body in provided Sasuke with immense pleasure; just the sight of her was enough to fuel the burning desire coursing through his every vein. His thoughts filled with the wretched things he wants to do to her, the things that should never bear the burden of escaping his thoughts into reality, should never be experienced by human beings, but the urge is too great to be overpowered.
Black leather lines slither all across her body, like a snake wrapping around its prey, pulled tight enough to cut into her delicate skin, to leave its marks forever. Her hands bound to the wall, strong and thick ropes pulling them up high above her head to a point where even if she was capable, she’d never be able to escape. Ropes of the same caliber circle her ankles, pulling her legs high and wide; the only thing supporting her is the strength in her arms, soon exhausted to the point she won’t feel any of her muscles.
Those beautiful green eyes he had watched all night give attention to others are now covered by a thick leather blindfold, concealing her beauty in darkness for eternity. She’s a sight he never wants to forget, something he made sure he’ll always remember. The camera in his hand clicked, capturing the beauty revealed before him. His cock was aching to be inside her, but his sick mind had other plans first, ones that he would make sure he got to fully enjoy.
Sasuke walked over, mesmerized by the creamy white skin, so smooth and undisrupted, like nothing he’d ever seen. Long legs lead up to thick thighs, her pussy on display for him and only him, her taut stomach sweaty and flexing, trying to hold herself up, her breasts heaving as she struggles to breathe, the position taking its toll on her body. Lastly, her beautiful face, her most unique assets, covered by the delicate fabric he chose just for her, her pink hair framing her face perfectly. Those once luscious locks were now drenched in sweat, lumping together and sticking to her forehead. Oh, how he loved her in every possible way.
His fingers tangled in her hair, his grip strong and unforgiving. She drew a sharp breath but gave no reaction otherwise, her body fighting to keep itself upright. He pulled on her hair until her head gave in, folding back and baring her neck for all of him. She was covered in bruises, her neck more lilac than her natural skin tone, courtesy of his mouth and tongue, his possessive nature. He felt his cock throb in the confines of his pants, ignoring the desperate way it tried to gain his attention. She was so beautiful for him, and only him. He’d made sure of that.
He let go of her hair, her head falling forward, supporting itself on her chest, completely weak. She didn’t dare make a sound, knowing just how much worse things would turn out if she did. There was nothing she could do, and they both knew it. His hand trailed to her jaw, holding her head up for her, looking at the delicate features she had. Her nose was round and small, a perfect fit for her face; her lips were plump and red, further accentuating her beauty.
She was perfect.
Gently, he let go of her head, putting it down against her chest without hurting any of her delicate features. He didn’t want to harm her face. His hand trailed down from her face to her chest, one finger slowly gliding across the smooth skin between her breasts. They weren’t the biggest he’d ever seen, but they were plenty enough for him, way better than if they were huge. His finger rested there, feeling the way her heart was beating, the way her lungs expanded to accept all of the air she breathed in, her body trying to calm the fatigue.
Not one to wait for too long, he let his hand cup one of her breasts. It was softer than he’d expected after days with no rest, filling his hand just right, her nipple brushing against his palm. She gasped, her body tensing under his fingers. He didn’t care, kneading her breast without a care in the world, his hold too rough to be enjoyable to anyone but him. His fingers were calloused, hurting her skin everywhere they touched.
It was cold in the room, her nipples pulled taut from the temperature, providing him with a false claim of arousal. Her areola was red from his roughness, blood pooling under her skin at the groping. She was breathing harshly again, her mind spinning, trying to call for help, for someone to come and rescue her. But she knew it was pointless; there was no way someone could be strong enough to overpower her captor, the man responsible for all of her nightmares. She hadn’t gotten sleep for two days, barely enough food to survive, and enough water to keep her from dehydrating.
He was easily bored, but never by her body. He could do this for years to come with no breaks, and he’d still want to touch her more. His hand slid over to her other breast, giving it equal treatment. His fingers pinched and pulled at her nipple, too harsh to be providing pleasure.
“You like this, you slut,” his voice was harsh, above the level of talking but not yelling. “Say you like it.” His voice turned colder than the room in a mere second, threatening and menacing, overpowering her mind.
Her body knew better than to disobey him, her mind too weak to fight. “I love it,” she breathed, her voice weak and her throat dry. “Keep touching me.” She knew better than to utter any other words, knowing how much worse things would turn if she dared say anything else. There was nothing she could do, not like this, and certainly not now.
With a smirk on his lips, he began his descent. “Very well.” He uttered, his voice not above a whisper as he let his finger smooth down her stomach. He stepped away from her body and walked over between her legs. The view was amazing from there. Her pretty pink folds were gaping from yesterday's activities, her thighs messy from his dried come. His hands smoothed over the outside of her thighs, snaking down to her ass and grabbing a handful. Her buttocks were big and juicy, spilling from his hands in all directions.
He massaged her plump rear, leaning forward to pop one of her nipples into his mouth, suckling on the bud. She dared not let a sound out, fearing the consequences. His hands explored what her body had to offer, his mouth feasting on the intoxicating taste of her nipples, his tongue swirling around it, making sure to lavish every single spot in his saliva. He was looking up at her face all the while, not letting anything take away his attention, his eyes focused on the way her teeth sank into her bottom lip, the skin around it turning white from the force of the bite.
“Open your mouth.” He said as he pulled back, enjoying all of it. There was a sick part of his brain that needed this, that needed to be itched and this was the only way, that wanted to keep on doing this until he couldn't anymore.
She opened her mouth like the obedient little girl she had become in the past few days, not asking why and just following his orders. His saliva gathered at the front of his mouth, his lungs expanding with air, letting it all out at the same time, spitting into her mouth. He saw the horror on her face settle deeper, not daring to say or do anything that wasn’t ordered of her. It was like he was high on drugs, his mind hazy as he let out a chuckle so low and deadly that he felt the goosebumps rise on her skin.
He had enough. He wanted her to be unable to follow his orders, to be so out of it that he just had to punish her by giving her more and more until she broke and was unable to do anything but cling to him for the rest of her life, like she was a lost puppy who only just found their keeper. He spanked her ass before pulling away from her, his hands sliding on her thighs, feeling her skin.
“Swallow that, you bitch.” His voice rang, deep and cold, a command she’d have to obey. She did just that, closing her mouth and forcing her dry throat to swallow his saliva, making sure that he could see that she followed his command.
His hand came crashing down on her cunt, the organ pulsing after his hand lifted, her whole body shaking and her breathing even harsher than it was. Two of his fingers plunged into her gaping hole, not bothering to wet them. He could see she was holding back her tears, her sobs, from the way her whole body shook, completely hung from the ceiling and the wall. His eyes wanted to see more, his fingers wanted to feel more, and he wanted all of it.
The other hand of his stayed massaging her ass, slowly snaking to the middle of her cheeks to find her puckered hole. He hadn’t done anything to her there yet, but maybe it was time to start, to break her in for his every desire. His finger rubbed over her back hole, pushing with not nearly enough force to penetrate the tight ring of muscle.
His finger moved inside her, back and forth, massaging her upper walls where he knew her body was most sensitive. It was dry and tight, but he didn’t care, pushing on and plunging deep inside her. His hands worked in tandem, massaging her from two different points, synchronizing the feeling inside her body and providing her with pleasure. He’d learned how to trigger her body in the days when she was captured, knowing what buttons to press to get the gears in her body going. With nothing to lose and with everything to gain, he manipulated her body to his will, shifting his fingers so that his knuckles pressed strongly against her G-spot.
Not a second later, and she was coming around his finger, her vagina too weak to fully tighten around him. Her legs shook, too overwhelmed already. It took a toll on her, not knowing how many days she’d been forced to go through this. He had been torturing her this way for who knows how long, giving her easy orgasms but not letting her body relax in between. She was forced to go through these steps several times a day, every day, at the same time.
A whine left her mouth as her climax came and went, too sensitive to be able to do this anymore. He was too eager for it, though, keeping his knuckles pressed there, feeling as the waves of her pleasure began to bubble over again. She was a squirter at the first few times, but her body has long since stopped, too little water given to her for her body to waste it. She’s squirming, her hands and her legs pulling against the ropes, her body swaying in the air as she tries to break free, her body fallen, having had enough to be able to withstand any more.
“What’s wrong, babygirl?” Sasuke asks in a mocking tone, not stopping his fingers from pressing against her most sensitive spot for even a second. He has a sinister smirk on his face, his other hand spanking her ass with enough force for it to leave an imprint of his palm.
He spits on her again, this time onto one of her breasts, watching as his saliva slides down her nipple and wishing it was his come instead. When he gets no response from Sakura, he completely pulls away from her, his hands leaving her skin. He pulls his zipper down, pulling his cock out and slapping it against her cunt a couple of times. He waits to start the main act, not wanting to jump right into things but rather enjoy everything her body has to offer.
Walking over to her head, he lets his hands slide across her body, his finger massaging his saliva into her nipple. He forces her mouth open with those two fingers, putting them between her lips. “Suck on them, you bitch.” He commands, knowing she won’t dare refuse him. And she doesn’t; her tongue swirling around his fingers and suckling on them like she was made for it.
He abruptly pulls his fingers out, groaning, but before she could close her mouth, he forces his dick into it. He can feel and see how she struggles with the size of his cock, her lips stretching to accommodate his tip and her throat tightening around him. He doesn’t know where she learnt to use her mouth the way she does, but she’s way too good at sucking him. Her tongue swirls around just the right spots, and her sucking is not too strong or weak. It’s perfect.
“You suck me so good,” he groans, feeling pleasure licking his spine, already close to his orgasm. “You like it that much, huh?” He asks, knowing he won’t get a response. His hands came up, and his fingers tangled in her hair, pulling her head down on his length as far as she could go. More than half of his cock is still out of her mouth, but he’s too big for her to take fully.
With no warning except the small groan that leaves his mouth, he comes deep down her throat. His seeds shoot into her, so much so that she can’t swallow it all, some escaping her mouth and trailing down her chin. Even as she’s coughing around his cock, he doesn’t pull out, the sensations feeling good. Finally, when he’s empty of his first load, he pulls back, letting her breathe.
He walks back between her legs, spreading his come on her pussy to lube her up a little, plunging deep into her in one thrust. She doesn’t have enough time to catch her breath, her body caught off guard, trying to keep up with everything he’s doing to her. She fails, her body going limp as she tries with her last will to fight against passing out, but she loses. The lack of proper food, water, and sleep had finally caught up with her. The last thing she feels while passing out is the possessive grip he has on her hips, smiling softly to herself, knowing that she matters to him.
His hips don’t stop even as he recognizes that she’s passed out, neither his body nor his mind caring, knowing that she’ll wake up in no time. He thrusts into her still body, her limbs limp and shaking with the force of his hips.
He doesn’t know how long he keeps fucking her passed-out body, multiple rounds of his come sitting deep inside her womb. His fingers left a bruise on her hips, marks of his teeth spread all over both of her thighs. Some of his shots he purposefully shot onto her stomach, now dried on her skin.
He unties the bounds on her legs first, then on her hands, gently laying her on the bed inside his basement. He ties her hands and legs together afterwards, making sure she can’t escape. The blanket he stores down there is thrown over her body, and he leaves her there to make food for her.
He checks in on her every hour, feeding her when she wakes and giving her plenty of water to drink. He doesn’t know why she’s different from his other victims, but he finds he wants to keep her around for longer.