The Corruption of Konoha

Sakura ran as if her life depended on her very speed. The forest rushed past her in a blur as she raced towards the spot where, she hoped, the main gate to the village was waiting for her. She had no idea how she had managed to escape Itachi and his powerful Sharingan, but she was not about to turn down any offerings that Fate, Luck, or the other goddesses of fortune had decided to bless her with.

Twelve hours after Itachi had captured her, she’d found herself freed and Itachi unconscious beside her. Her medical training made her suspect that he had exhausted himself during her torture and had passed out due to the energy he needed for his Sharingan. Her eyes narrowed as her mind inevitably returned to the thoughts of what had happened while under his power. He had violated her body and twisted her will! And that memory of Sasuke… she shuddered and added a burst of speed to her movements. She didn’t even want to dwell on the horrific memory. Part of her prayed that it was false, that Sasuke would be somehow waiting in the village to protect her from his brother.

Nimbly, she jumped into the air, flawlessly landing on a branch several dozen meters up. She continued to run as fast as she could manage, each step reassuring her that it was another step further from Itachi and his abilities. What he had done to her was unforgivable and she knew that one day he would pay his crimes. Yet, somewhere in the back of her mind, she really wondered if that was the best thing for her. Yes, Itachi may be evil, but what had happened to her in the Sharingan’s grasp had been so powerful and pleasurable...

Her eyes went wide as she nearly missed the next branch she was leaping to, and she quickly shook her head to stop the offending thought from affecting her concentration. Why would she ever think that? She had spent twelve hours undergoing torture at the hands of Sasuke’s brother. She knew that Itachi was evil. She knew that what he had done to her was evil.

Or was it?

Once again, the softly nagging voice of doubt interrupted her reasoning. She had never experienced such pleasure before. It was unlikely that she ever would again at the hands of anyone else. Naruto certainly couldn’t give such pleasure -- he was about as smart as a rock. Sasuke was dead, and there was no way in the afterlife that she would ever let Lee lay a finger on her, no matter how nice he acted. Itachi had known just where to touch her, just what to do… she felt her cheeks flush as the memories of softly caressing fingers and lips repeated themselves anew on her skin, and fought to regain her focus.

She was afraid. The thought struck her like a bolt of lightning from the blue and she tried to deny it to herself. There was no way she could be afraid… but she was – that had to be why she was running.

Most of her denied it; she was in control of the situation now and there was no reason for fear. Soon she’d alert Tsunade and the rest of the village and Itachi would be found and caught. Kakashi-sensei would certainly protect her and keep her safe from Itachi’s menace. There was no reason to be afraid…

But, the irrational part of her brain insisted, she was afraid. She was afraid of the control that Itachi had exerted over her. Afraid of the way that he had made her moan and scream from his actions. Most of all, she was afraid of giving in to him.

Had it not been for the glint of sunlight reflecting off of the gate, Sakura probably would have stopped running. Only the sight of the gate to the village, to her refuge and sanctuary, kept her putting one foot in front of the other. The notion of being afraid of giving in to him had totally stunned her. It was impossible, and yet she couldn’t seem to rid her mind of it. The thought just bounced around in her brain, like a kind of warning telling her that she had done something bad.

Then she was through the gate…

Half an hour later, Sakura stood before Tsunade, the Hokage of the Leaf Shinobi. The older woman sat at her desk, surrounded by tall stacks of paperwork, and looked uneasy as Sakura related her tale. Seated beside her was Tsunade’s compatriot, companion, and conspirator, Shizune. The dark-haired woman listened attentively as Sakura’s tale wore down. At Sakura’s last words, both Tsunade and Shizune looked at each other, then back at Sakura.

“This sounds like a very serious situation. I am glad you escaped unharmed, Sakura-chan,” Tsunade steepled her fingers in front of her and stared across them at her pupil. “We had been wondering why you were gone for such a long period of time.”

“If, indeed, Itachi is in the area, we must be careful.” Shizune frowned at the situation and continued. “There’s no telling how much mental damage he inflicted on you, Sakura-san, before you were able to escape. You should probably see Kakashi-sensei and Kurenai-sensei in the immediate future – they have dealt with Itachi before and can probably spot any trouble that we might miss.”

Sakura nodded softly, relief showing on her face as the two talked about additional arrangements and increasing ANBU’s presence around the village. Already she was feeling better about the whole incident. The thought of seeing her former teacher also made her happier as well. Her musings were interrupted by Tsunade.

“For now, Sakura-chan, try to get some rest. We’ll start back on your training in a couple days.”

“Alright!” The pink-haired ninja smiled and rose from her seat. As she closed the door behind her, she could hear the typical sounds of Shizune pleading with Tsunade to work on her paperwork.

Sakura’s apartment was small but cozy, spartan yet just a bit luxurious. As she gently shut the door behind her, Sakura surveyed the small apartment. Nothing had changed since she had left the previous afternoon. Reaching behind her head, she undid the knot that turned her forehead protector into a headband and tossed the metal and cloth onto the desk, letting her hair flow free.

Already she was feeling weary from her ordeal. Most of her chakra had been used up in maintaining her rapid speed across the forests, and she knew that she would need to replenish her supply before training again with Tsunade. Her eyes focused on the bed, and she involuntarily twitched as the memories of Itachi, fingers, and endless pleasure rushed back into her mind.

“It’s just the aftermath of Itachi’s jutsu, Sakura,” she said softly to herself as she willed herself to the bed. Sitting beside it, she could almost hear herself screaming as Itachi’s fingers drove deep inside her again and again… she fell backwards on the bed as she tried to clear her mind of the mental images that had taken hold of her.

She had nowhere to run to now, nowhere to go that could keep her from thinking about the inevitable. Laying on her bed, the same place that Itachi had seduced her the first time, Sakura’s mind ran wild with thoughts and feelings. She was angry and hurt at what he had done, but the soft heat that she was starting to feel between her legs told her that her body was on another track. She rolled on to her side, staring out at emptiness. In her mind’s eye she could almost see Itachi standing there, hovering over her, whispering delicately into her ear…

“There’s nothing wrong with it – nothing wrong with feeling this good all the time, Sakura-chan.” The voice almost sounded realistic and Sakura sat up quickly, looking around the room to see if, perhaps, Itachi had managed to sneak in without her being aware of it.

There was only silence and emptiness, even in the shadows. Sighing, partly out of frustration, Sakura’s head fell back against the bed. Again, the words echoed at her from the recesses of her mind, a whisper that seemed to hover everywhere in the room at once.

Her eyes drifted slowly shut as the words continued to repeat inside her mind. She wanted to fight against them… against the power that they seemed to have on her… but the whispering of her own lips in time to the words made it hard. The warmth continued to flow between her legs, gathering strength with each repetition of the words. There was nothing wrong with feeling this good all the time, was there? Her mind said yes, but her body disagreed.

Caught up with the strange new mantra that had infected her mind, Sakura never realized that her hands were straying over her body. As one hand crossed over her covered breasts, Sakura let out a short contented sigh. Her thoughts were starting to grow hazy as she continued to whisper the single sentence over and over again, each repetition causing the heat between her legs to grow and expand. “There’s nothing wrong with feeling this good all the time…”

A thought slowly bubbled up out of the haze that was starting to engulf her mind. She was alone, safe in her apartment. Her clothes were so warm and stuffy and the feel of air against bare skin would feel so good. Sitting up, hand caressing her breast, Sakura could feel the oppressive weight and heat of her clothes. They had to come off.

Normally, she would have taken her time removing them, carefully ensuring that no damage came to her clothes. These circumstances were different, however. Filled with desire, finding her clothes intolerable, Sakura knew that she needed to get out of her clothes NOW. Instinctively following the thought, she grabbed a kunai from her belt pouch. A few flicks of her wrist later, her clothing was lying in tatters on the floor around the bed.

The chill of the air against her warm skin made Sakura sigh happily as she settled blissfully back into the bed. Once again, her lips formed the words of the addictive phrase as the words echoed inside her mind. Every repetition and echo seemed to seep further and further into her very being. Her eyes closed as one hand again found a soft breast and gently massaged it. The other hand made its way down her stomach, seeking the source of the heat that radiated from her.

As her fingers slipped through the soft hair that marked the boundary to her core, Sakura could feel her heart pounding in her chest. She was lost in the mantra that flowed endlessly from her lips now. Each repetition came faster, and each repetition brought with it more pleasure and more heat to her body. She thrashed in response to it, her hand kneading her breast harder as if she could relieve the pleasure that way.

She could stand the temptation no longer. Halfway through another repetition of the mantra, her fingertip sank softly into the warm depths. A pleasurable and relieved moan escaped her lips as visions of what Itachi had done to her on this bed flooded her mind. Trapped by the pleasure, she had no desire or motivation to resist as her finger worked slowly inside her, turning the world behind her eyelids upside down.

It wasn’t hard to imagine that the fingers were Itachi’s, even if a small part of her struggled in protest. Adding a second finger to the slick warmth, Sakura sighed in mid-sentence but never stopped chanting. Her hips moved in time with Itachi’s fingers… no, her fingers… as the mantra etched itself further and further into her brain.

Her fingers moved faster. Each word she spoke was punctuated with a moan or gasp as every movement of her fingers lit sparks behind her closed eyelids. The tension between her legs continued to grow, but something felt off. Something was missing.

She added a third finger. That did nothing to change the feeling that something more was needed.

She tried varying the tempo. Nothing.

Desperation had started to take hold of her actions when she heard the familiar soft voice in her ear. “There’s nothing wrong with feeling this good all the time, Sakura-chan.”

Eyes snapping open, Sakura turned her head towards the voice. Itachi smiled from where he knelt beside the bed, his eyes inches from hers. “It looks like you’re having fun, Sakura-chan.”

She felt a hand on hers, and then her fingers were gently pulled free from within her. Holding her hand in his, Itachi inspected her wet fingers. Slowly, he held them to his nose, sniffed at them, and smiled.

“You must want release badly, Sakura-chan.” Her body was quivering now, half from the surprise and terror of his sudden appearance, and half from the desire for him that her body radiated. Trying to rationalize this sudden sequence of events and failing, Sakura could only nod her head.

His tongue flicked over her fingers, savoring the taste of her desire. “How badly do you want it?” Isolating one finger from the others, he carefully licked around it before admitting it between his lips to suck slowly on it.

Sakura found the sensation of having her finger sucked on by Itachi erotic. She opened her mouth, a moan forming in her throat. “Please, Itachi, give me release!” The words came out in a shout, and Sakura was surprised at how loud and forceful her request had been.

“Much better,” Itachi remarked offhandedly as his hand lightly stroked her hip. Without any hesitation, his fingers traced their way to the soft skin between her thighs and caressed gently. Soft shivers of pleasure radiated through Sakura, leaving her feeling pleasantly out of breath.

Before her mind could catch up, Itachi had slipped two fingers inside her. Her world quivered around her as the familiar sensation of Itachi’s fingers wreaked havoc on her already tenuous grasp on reality. Another lustful moan escaped her lips, betraying her body’s desires.

Sakura could feel her own mental defenses buckling as the pressure built inside her. There was little resistance left to Itachi, and every stroke of his fingers brought her closer and closer to fully surrendering to him. She did not know how he had appeared in her room. She did not particularly care.

“It’s pointless to resist, Sakura-chan,” Itachi’s whispers teased at what was left of her sanity. “Resistance only makes the need and the desire,” he added a third finger swiftly, causing shivers to ripple along Sakura’s spine as he underscored his point, “that much greater.”

The words seemed to echo inside her mind even as she writhed and moaned in response to the pressure building beneath Itachi’s fingers. Every movement and action he took felt more intense than she could have imagined. Mentally, Sakura was in the process of losing her mind and her sanity to Itachi.

Itachi felt the tension around his fingers as Sakura’s body approached its breaking point. He knew that her mind, what was left of the rational, thinking parts, was no longer capable of reacting to what he was doing to her. A smile crossed his features as he leaned in close, taking great care to whisper slowly and softly into her ear.

“Repeat after me, Sakura-chan. Each orgasm you have will make you more receptive to my will and less willing to resist it.” His fingers slowed, matching the rhythm of his intonation.

“Each orgasm I have will make me more receptive to your will and less willing to resist it.” Sakura’s body was growing extremely warm as Itachi’s pace teased and frustrated her.

“Every time your body finds release, you will find yourself more enslaved to the pleasure than you were before.”

“Every time my body finds release, I will find myself more enslaved to the pleasure than I was before.” Each word echoed more than the last as Sakura’s body matched Itachi’s pace perfectly.

“As your will is broken, you will find yourself submitting to my will.” Itachi’s fingers slowed in Sakura.

“As my will is broken, I will find myself submitting to your will.” Sakura’s face screwed into a frown as Itachi’s deliberately slow pace frustrated her. She was very close, her body quivering and shaking as if live power was coursing through her veins.

The last word had barely escaped Sakura’s lips before Itachi twisted his fingers deep inside her. One long caress later, Sakura found herself falling through space, the world seeming to erupt around her as the building orgasm crashed through her. Her hips rolled and twisted against Itachi as the commands he’d implanted in her brain took hold.

Wave after wave of pleasure coarsed through her body. Each wave left her struggling for air and, in a strange way, left her wanting more. Sounds that had started off as low whimpers swelled into long moans, punctuated by a scream as the waves reached their peak. It continued like this for well over a minute before the heady waves started to recede, leaving Sakura panting and wanting more.

Several minutes passed before Sakura could even begin to think or move. Itachi had gently removed his fingers from her and was sitting on the side of the bed. Slowly, ignoring the mild stiffness that had come about from her activities, Sakura stirred and sat up. She felt strangely different, as if a part of her had vanished.

“How do you feel?” Itachi asked quietly, almost in a whisper.

As Sakura’s mind replayed what had just happened, she found herself smiling. “Fine,” she said slowly, her voice sounding like a purr. “Just fine.”

Itachi smiled. “That’s good,” the words sounded almost cryptic as the world around them went black. “Very good, Sakura-chan. A few more times and you’ll be finished here.”