Slave for a Week

Ino sat alone in the room that she had been given. If the term ''room'' could really be applied to such a small place. '''Cupboard''' might be better suited to it, a part of her noted. Though it was only a small part. Most of her being more concerned with what had just happened, and what she had just done.

The room contained only a bed, which was plain, with thin blankets, barely enough to keep off the late night chill. There were no windows, for which she was grateful, because her new mistress had ordered her to sleep naked every night.

Mistress... She suppressed a shudder, though whether from fear or some kind of desire was unclear. The thought of Sakura, Sakura, her big-headed friend as some kind of sexual deviant was totally alien to her.

And yet... hadn't she just been tied down to a table by that very Sakura? Her pictures taken, and then forced to orgasm by use of a double-headed dildo?

Without thinking, one hand trailed down to the damp spot between her legs. Another shudder, this time, there was definitely a ting of lust to it. She'd never imagined herself doing something like that, never thought she'd be capable of it. She'd always thought that her first would be one of the boys in her class, maybe even Sasuke...

Well, it wasn't like she had any choice in the matter! Ino rallied as best she could, trying to force away the vivid feel of the hard plastic between her legs, the heat of her friend's body atop her own. The feel of her breath...

No! She was straight! She'd just lost a bet, that was all! Lost a stupid bet, and now Sakura had pictures, and Ino had to go through with the full week. A slave for a whole week. When she'd made the bet, Ino had thought that it would be normal stuff – cleaning up the house, or washing dishes. Maybe a little bit of truth or dare, not to become some kind of toy.

And yet, and yet...

She was bound here now. The pictures, and also...

Her other hand went slowly to her neck. Brushing aside her blond hair, to reveal the chock-like collar that was now festooned securely about her throat.

Ino lay shaking on the wooden table, her bare skin pressing against the rough wood. Her breasts heaved with each deep breath, and she gasped for air as though she were drowning. Her limbs would have been trembling if not for the cuffs that bound her to the wood.

“Well, Ino.” Sakura said, pushing herself up with her arms. Ino found herself face to face with her friend, in a way more intimate than she'd ever expected. She couldn't help it, and a blush formed across her cheeks. She tried to turn away, and felt a gentle hand forcing her back.

“There's no reason to be ashamed.” Sakura said. Her voice was a soft, but there was a mirth in her eye. “At least not yet, oh the things I am going to have you do...”

Her friend laughed, and Ino felt a shiver of fear – though only a little. Her whole body was flooded with hormones from her time on the table, and even now she felt the embarrassing wetness between her legs, where she had cum along with Sakura.

Sakura brushed a hand over her exposed mound, Ino shivered in pleasure.

“Was that so wrong?” Sakura asked. “What we just did was fun, wasn't it?”

Ino didn't saner. To be frank, she wasn't quite sure how to answer. What they had just done... it wasn't like what she had expected it to be like. She'd been brought up on dreams of romance, of hot-lived affairs under a searing sun. Dreamy dinners with attractive men, and maybe, eventually, something on her own terms.

Instead, she'd been ordered to strip, strapped down to a table, and then masterbated. It had almost taken the poor girl by storm, and all the while, she'd felt so helpless.

Sakura smiled. Perhaps sensing a little bit of what Ino was feeling. She pushed herself off the table, and stood unabashedly in front of her friend.

“Look at me, Ino.”

Sometime during their session, Sakura had discarded her vest and top, leaving her as naked as her captive. Ino didn't know what to do – her decency said to turn away, but she was captivated, the glisten of Sakura's sweat-dappled skin, the turn of her curves. The unashamed tilt of her thigh, revealing her most private place to the whole world. Ino saw that it too glistened with cum, and felt another warm flush wind its way across her face.

“Oh, Ino.” Sakura said, leaning over her. “You're so cute when you're embarrassed.”

Ino took deep breaths, trying to calm herself as Sakura positioned her upper body over her. Gravity pulled down at her breasts, and Ino felt her friend's hard nipples poking against her own mounds. Each touch, a jolt of electricity.

She tried to ignore it. Shifting attention to her friend's face. Seeking some sign that she was as embarrassed as Ino. Some tint of a red blush, some sign of shame. There was none, but her eyes... Ino felt her gaze drawn into those turquoise orbs, until they seemed to expand and fill her world. She was mesmerised, helpless as Sakura leaned in closer, and closer.

Sakura ran a gentle hand through her sweaty hair, and Ino felt the back of her head cupped firmly. She was forced forwards, and Sakura continued to lean down. They kissed again, Sakura aggressively forcing the fit. Ino felt her jaw open, and in disbelief, felt Sakura's tongue inside her mouth. This wasn't like the last time they had kissed, this wasn't in the heat of passion, instead, this time it was a slow, almost methodical thing. Sakura pressed her advantage, holding Ino's head tightly with one hand. The blond-haired Shinobi as utterly lost, and helpless as she felt her friend's tongue play across her own.

Then it was over.

Sakura withdrew, and Ino lay back, dazed. What...what had just happened? She'd kissed a girl, and... had she liked it?

She still wasn't finished with her confused stupor as she felt Sakura strap something around her throat, but as soon as she did, Ino felt the whole world swim out of focus. Nothing changed, and yet everything felt different. She blinked, and manaed to speak properly for the first time since this had started.

“what the hell? Is this a collar? You've put me in a collar!” Anger was good, it let her get herself back into her old, stubborn personality. Made it so she didn't have to think too much. Just rely on old habits.


“It's not just a collar.” Sakura said with a smile, a touch of sadisim in her eye. “It's a bit more than that, Ino. It's a chakra-collar, you know, like the kind they use on criminals? Well, they have a medical use too, so as you might imagine, I was able to lay hands on them pretty easily. So long as you wear it, your Chakra is automatically suppressed.”

What, what? Desperately, Ino tried to flare her Chakra, to feel the familiar surge of power within.. But all she got was a sort of muted rush, a thin trickle of power where there should have been a roaring river.

“It's nice, isn't it?” Sakura said. “Of course, it can't contain someone with truly massive Chakra reserves. Sasuke or Naruto could pop right out of that in a moment, but I'm betting you can't, Ino.”

Ino tried to reach for the collar, to pull at it, but the restrains held her back. Instead, she shot a glare at her friend, a look of betrayal.

“Why?”

“Oh, that's easy. I can't have a slave who is able to object now, can I? Besides, it'd run the whole '' utter helplessness'' thing I am trying to go for.” She saw Ino's look and laughed. “Relax! I'll remove it at the end of the week, and we can go back to being friends. Just like I promised.”

And that was how it was. How she came to be sitting naked in a room with only a bed, the cold air raising her skin in goosebumps, a collar she was ordered not to remove strapped to her throat. It was night time now, her internal clock informed her. Sakura had gone to bed, and left Ino alone for now.

She sighed, and lay down on the sole bed. It was cold, and she didn't think she would get much sleep, but part of her knew that she had to try at the very least. There was no telling what plans Sakura would have tomorrow.

When she did fall asleep, it was an uncomfortable one. Filled with visions of her possible future.

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The next day, Ino was awoken to the sound of Sakura's approach. The Yamanaka drew herself up, and wrapped her nude body in the bedsheets, waiting for the door to swing open.

It did.

Sakura stood, outlined against the light of the corridor beyond. Her pink hair was moist, and Ino noted the way her clothes clung to her body. She was wearing sleeping clothes, a short skirt, intended for modesty more than anything else. (A task it singularly failed at, as it exposed her shapely legs quite nicely) and a tight top which seemed to fit itself to her body. Enhancing more than concealing her charms.

Ino gulped. Nerves racing. Surely, Sakura had something in mind for the start of her second day?

“Ino.” Sakura sighed. “I thought you had learned this lesson yesterday. Drop the quilt, let me see your body.”

Reluctantly, she did. Letting the blanket fall away, allowing the cool breeze to blow against her nude form. She felt her nipples stiffen in the chill, and by instinct raised a hand to shield them. Sakura moved instantly, snatching her wrist, and forcing it to the side. Without Chakra to enhance her body, Ino was helpless to resist.

“See?” Her friend said with a frown. “You're still trying to shield yourself! I think we need to do something about this, we need to break down your natural resistance. Hmmm.” She seemed lost in thought, before she snapped her fingers at the presence of an idea. “I know! Let's go spend time in town.”

“What?” Ino gasped. A horrified image of a naked Ino surrounded by crowds of gawker filled her mind. “S-S-Sakura, tell me you're not serious about that.”

“I've never been more so!” Sakura said with a firm voice. “You need to learn your place, and stop questioning my orders. If you hadn't tried to shield yourself, this wouldn't happen. Follow me.”

She turned around, and left the room. Ino followed, with nothing else to do. No Chakra and no escape, her only hope was to convince her friend to abandon this plan before it was too late.

“Sakura.” She said. “Please don't do this, I'm the heir to the Yamanaka clan, if I was seen walking through the streets without clothes my father would-”

“Oh, you won't be going as you.” Sakura said. “We'll be henged of course. As the Hokage's apprentice, you think I'd do something like that as myself? Now come to the living room and put on your uniform.”

The ''uniform'' turned out to be nothing of the sort. It consisted of a length of rope, Ino wondered how it would fit her, at least until Sakura ordered her to raise her arms. Expertly, she fit the rope around her neck, just below the collar. Then, she wound the two sides about Ino's chest. It felt rough against her bare skin, and each movement brought her a shuddering sensation. But that was only the start of it. Once she had secured the rope about her arms (Leaving enough slack to allow Ino to move comfortably) Sakura then began to tie knots into the rope itself, doubling it back so that it tightened across her upper body.

Ino tried to resist as best she could, but the sensation was nothing she was prepared for. A combination of helplessness, shame, and arousal at the feel of the rope. And horror at what she knew she was going to have to do.

“Move your breast.” Sakura said, taking Ino by surprise. Her friend sighed. “Lift it up, I want to get the rope under it, it'll make you look a bit more busty, so you should enjoy it.” She leered.

Helplessly, Ino did what she was told, and gently shifted her stimulated breasts as Sakura wove the rope under and around them. By the time she was done, Ino felt the construction of the rope across her chest and arms, able to move, but not feel free. Moreover, Sakura tightened it with a sudden motion, which made Ino's breasts stand out even more. She hissed in a sudden flux of pain, lust and surprise.

Even this wasn't the end.

Once she was done with her chest, Sakura moved on to her lower half. Though most of the rope was used up, Sakura was still able to make it stretch down to the spot between her legs. There, as Ino stood still as could be, Sakura gently parted her lower lips (Eliciting a gasp from the Yamanaka) and ran the rope through. Then, happy with her work, the pink-haired nin tied the remnant of the rope to her legs and stood back to examine her work.

Ino felt Sakura's wandering gaze, and looked away. The rope had been set up in such a way that she could still move freely, but it wouldn't feel free. Each motion brought the rough feel of the rope, reminding her that she was a prisoner, and worse, with each step the rope rubbed gently against her crotch. Something that Sakura delighted in demonstrating for her. She could move naturally, so long as she did so slowly, but if she tried to speed up, the feeling would begin to build...

“I don't want you rushing this experience.” Sakura said, in answer to her unspoken question. “This is something that should be savoured, so let's finish the preparations, shall we?”

Sakura took Ino to the mirror in the hallway, and there, she made the Yamanaka watched as she formed the hand seals for the Henge jutsu. Ino's face vanished in a puff of smoke, replaced by a similar but different one. Her eyes were different – a bit wider – her lips more puffy, her hair was a darker shade of blond, and the shape of her skull was altered. Enough to make her look like herself without being obvious about it.

Sakura nodded in satisfaction, and performed the same Jutsu on herself. Choosing a face that was one again similar to her own, though without the pink hair. She paused only to grab a long cloak, the kind that covered the whole body, and threw it at Ino. The blond snatched it gratefully, and threw it on as fast as she could. The billowy folds of the fabric concealed her nude body, but she was terribly aware of her naked legs that were visible when she walked.

“All right then.” Sakura said in approval. “Looks like we're ready for a day on the town.”