The Traveling Pussy

Chapter 22: Ibiki’s Games

Well, I thought I was going to become a sex slave in Ibiki’s basement, but he gave me the run of the house and told me to stay inside and write an account of my life since Kiba. I spent the week alone in Ibiki’s place writing about how my life had changed over the last half year. I didn’t see any surveillance devices around the place nor any guards, but I wasn’t interested in “escaping.” What was there to escape to?

After a week or so, when I’d basically caught up with the present in my life story, Ibiki showed up and told me to get ready to spend some time naked chained to a table. After a week alone with my life story, that sounded pretty good, and I quickly went to the bathroom, brushed my teeth and hair, put a little lube in my pussy and ass just in case, and drank a glass of water and was good to go. Ibiki has this half hood that covered my eyes and hair and snapped around my neck. My nose, mouth, and cheeks weren’t covered. He added some cuffs and transported me somewhere. I was chained to a wood table—much nicer than a metal one since it wasn’t as cold on my naked body.

I felt a body straddle me and a cock at my mouth. The shape and feel of the legs and cock weren’t Ibiki’s—too slender. But the weight was heavy, too heavy for that slender form. It was someone using a replication jutsu. As I sucked the cock, I tried to see if I could identify who I was blowing. They say when vision is gone the other senses compensate. It didn’t take long for me to be convinced I was—oh my god—giving Akamaru in Kiba’s form a blow job!

The smell of Kiba and Akamaru is pretty distinct. The shape was Kiba’s, but the weight was Akamaru’s. One easy way to detect a replication jutsu is to check out the weight—academy rookies always make that mistake in replicating heavier adults. They don’t realize the sound of the footsteps is too light and the impression of their feet in the dirt too soft. I wasn’t totally sure I was giving a dog a blow job, but to test it, I jerked my head around and dislodged the penis from my mouth and let out my best imitation of a tomcat about to defend its territory: “MMEEEWRRROWWW!” The cock next to my cheek went soft and the body flinched. Fuck!

After a pause in which a hand stroked that penis back to hardness, I felt it pushing at my lips. I opened my mouth and hissed, then spat, showing my teeth like fangs. The whimper and flinching was pretty dramatic. I felt myself filling with anger. I don’t do dogs. I let myself flood with murderous rage. The body on top of me started to shake.

“If you pee on me, my revenge will be even worse,” I said in my most menacing voice. It’s hard to be menacing when naked and chained to a table, but I knew that Kiba and Akamaru were getting my smell of bloodlust and anger loud and clear.

The shaking body was gone, and for the longest time, I was alone. I reflected on the fact that if your guy is a torture and interrogation expert, you just had to get used to being made to wait. The true experts know that absence of sensation and being made to wait in a state of uncertainty and anxiety do more than whips and drugs to break someone down.

Fortunately, I’m a pretty lazy gal, so I tried to nap and plot out revenge on Kiba and Akamaru. I tried to think of how to discretely spread the rumor that Kiba got off on having his lovers suck off Akamaru without having to admit I’d done that or was the source of the rumor.

I hadn’t really figured my whole revenge plot when I felt another body climb up on top of me. This one didn’t smell like anybody in particular. It was someone more slender than Ibiki and weighing less. The pants felt like standard ninja pants. The cock had no features that made it stand out. I had a feeling this was somebody I’d never sucked before or had sex with—I couldn’t be sure, but this felt like a stranger. Hmmm—what was Ibiki up to now?

I wasn’t feeling very happy with Ibiki at the moment, and I wanted to make him regret this whole game. I put myself into giving the best blow job I could under the circumstances. I wanted Ibiki to envy this body on top of me, to be full of jealousy. I imagined that this was the stranger I’d been looking for all those lonely nights at the gates of Konoha—my dream guy, the one who would love me, who wouldn’t bore me, who would make my life a happy fairy tale.

I let myself go with the fantasy—I was bucking and straining at my chains, moaning around the cock, sucking and licking like my life depended on it. It really felt like a gorgeous cock—firm, hard, smooth, long but not too long, thick but not too thick. It was warm and tasted good, and I purred around it like a satisfied cat, vibrating my vocal cords to add to the sensation of my throat taking that organ deep inside it. I could feel the impact on my mystery lover—he was getting close to cumming. A wicked idea popped into my head and motivated me even more.

Soon I could tell the orgasm was close. I pushed up to take it all to the hilt, sucking hard and humming around it—sending my lover over the edge. But just as I sensed his climax starting, I bit down around the base to prevent him from cumming. Oh, that was nasty, and the cry of frustration and need that burst out from my silent lover made me feel very, very naughty. I set about bringing my mystery lover to the brink again, but as I could sense him getting close once more, I went dead like corpse. The groan of frustration was long and loud—and I had the feeling I knew that groan. Refusing to do anything, just laying there like a rubber doll getting face fucked, I tried to place that moan.

I needed to hear more, and I decided to stop this stupid thrusting into my throat and make this guy cry out as he came. I came awake and put my all into it, and this time when he got close, I tried every trick I knew to make his orgasm as intense and long as possible. The flood of cum was almost more than I could swallow, but the sounds that came out—yeah, I was blowing his cock and his mind. I didn’t care what the guy might say later, but the sounds he was making now suggested that he wasn’t used to getting head this good.

I kept working it even as he grew soft in my mouth, but he lingered—another sign it was good. When he finally pulled away, I had to admit I wasn’t all acting about not wanting that cock to go. I was wanting a fucking, and I was pretty sure I could get that cock hard again in a bit. I’d gotten so into it I lost track of what I was thinking. But the little grunt I heard as the body slid off me and the table immediately brought a face to mind—shit! That grunt was so Kakashi—could I just have had the famous copy nin cum in my throat? Then the thought that that cock liked to spend time up Iruka’s ass sort of killed my enjoyment. God, why did Ibiki have to be so kinky?

“Ibiki, can’t you just fuck me now?”

There wasn’t any answer. I sniffed, feeling sorry for myself, and soon managed to work myself into a state of depression, tears spilling down my cheeks. I felt a hand on my cheek, and I could tell by the scars on it, it was Ibiki’s. I pushed my head into the hand, taking comfort from it, and kissing it in between moans.

“How do you want to be fucked, baby?” he asked in a husky whisper.

“Missionary,” I said, “I want to feel normal, like a good girl.”

Ibiki entered me in the missionary position, but he made my little games with the mystery man seem pretty feeble. He would get me close and not let me cum—I was crying in earnest, begging, and screaming with need before he finally let me shatter around him.

That night, for the first time since he’d taken me to this home of his, we shared a bed and snuggled together.