Puppet Princess

It was hard to determine the time of day with no sunlight coming through. Sakura woke to the feeling of Sasori softly caressing her exposed backside. She still was uneasy about being trapped with a dangerous S-class criminal. True to his word, Sasori had not really harmed her physically. The affection he showered her with previously was addicting, he gave her two mind blowing orgasms just using his sensual touch.

Sasori lay on his side watching his naïve princess slumber, picturing all the raunchy sexual acts he had in stored for her. The puppeteer knew Sakura was faking sleeping, her breathing gave her away. He thought it very adorable, her nervousness about being naked and confused.

“Are we still shy?” chuckled Sasori as he watched Sakura lift the sheets to her flesh and break away from him.

“It’s more like disgust, bastard,” Sakura venomously replied, “A real man wouldn’t resort to forcing himself on a helpless girl.” In a fit of uncontrolled rage, Sasori stuck his lover across her cheek. “Watch you tongue, I hate to see lose such a wonderful asset.”

Sakura whimpered in pain as she loosen her hold her sheets. “Now, look what my princess made me do.” Unaffected by the look of hurt in cherry nin’s eyes; the puppet master took her and place her on his lap tracing the outline of her jaw. “You’re not showing respect, Sakura, I should punish you.”

A wave of pure dread began rising as Sakura desperately tried to his grasp. “Relax, I’m not going hurt you this time,” Sasori said in an almost lovingly tone and playfully nibbled at her ear distracting her from his darker intent. The puppet master covertly shifted one of his hands closer to Sakura’s inner thighs and extended two of his fingers into Sakura’s soaked pussy. The inexperienced kunoichi jerked in surprised as her entire weight seem to fall onto his hand. His slow ministrations produced soft groans as Sakura threw back her head in ecstasy. Careful not to disturb her barrier, Sasori picked up the pace by roughly plunging deeper in her tight walls that constricted against his fingers. Sakura winced in pain as he skillful pulled in and out. Her moans were music to the puppeteer’s ears while he watched her emerald eyes overfill with need.

The atmosphere was very erotic having a beautiful girl straddle him; her fingertips clawing into the puppeteer’s chest with each penetration. The pink hair ninja was blissfully unaware that her pelvic actions were slowly creating a huge bulge; rubbing against her inner area. Exposing his lover to a new familiarity, Sasori shoved his other index finger into her mouth, encouraging Sakura to use her tongue to massage. He followed up by tenderly kissing and sucking her throat. Sakura could feel her cheeks burn with desire as she rocked her hips at a faster pace, trying to recreate the same feelings as last time. Her moans reverberated onto his finger, earning a groan from her new master. Knowing his lust filled captive was close to her peak, Sasori removed his fingers amidst a frustrated moan. “Sorry Cherry Blossom, I can’t reward bad behavior.”

Sakura’s lips gave a slight pout, as Sasori gracefully moved her back onto the bed, “Get some rest, if you’re good we might finish this later,” replied the missing nin as he affectionately draped the red sheets around her delicate body. “Um, when am I going to get something to eat,” timidly asked Sakura. Sasori pretended not to hear her as pulled the stray hairs away from her face. The medic knew that craze shinobi would not answer her without using the proper suffix. Taking a deep breath and trying not to rolling her eyes, “Sasori-sama,” in a sarcastic tone, “Can I get something to eat and maybe some clothes?” looking down at her bare form.

“You don’t need clothes, I like you just the way you are.” Sasori mischievously peeked under the sheets. Sakura groaned in disapproval as she pulled the silk closer to her body. “At least a robe, I can’t be like this,” in a pouting tone warmly rubbing his hand, “Please, Sasori-sama.”

Sasori smirked and give a chaste kiss on her forehead, “Later!”

The kunoichi felt the weigh lift from the bed, and the door slammed behind him. She shuddered in disgust, not even a bath could wash away Sasori’s foulness and stench from her body. She hated the fact that monster was gradually corrupting her innocence and his sinful touch was making her a willing participant. Unable to fight back Sakura felt violated and worthless. Feeling like a twelve year girl again, Sakura sobbed uncontrollable into her pillow desperately wondering what would become of her.

I'm thinking about ending the story, you're opinions are welcomed!