Six Hits Of Heroin

Six Hits of Heroin

By: Lynn-sama

Disclaimer: Don’t own anything, not making any money off of this so please don’t sue

Author Notes: Six shorts involving TemariXGaara. I wanted to do so many things with them I couldn’t decide how to put it into one fic so I just made shorts XD They kind of flow together on the same time line but I don’t think its necessary to read them in order per say.

Gaara and Temari are rather OOC but I don’t think it can be helped in this case. Gaara just doesn’t submit easily XD

Warning: This series explores the idea of female domination with Temari and Gaara. There might be some things in it that make you squirm. Every chapter is labeled with the sexual deviance and the level of sex/erotic material that appears in the chapter. If something offends you or you think it might be above you ability to handle, then don’t read. Go elsewhere, you have been warned.


III. Water Sport/Humiliation - Lime

Shivering from his spot on the floor Gaara warily watched the blonde woman in the room with him. He hadn’t meant to displease her but he had been so aroused in the clothing store that he hadn’t been able to act properly. Of course that meant punishment but he was starting to resent the fact that his punishment was so harsh for something so small.

Temari was ignoring him, like she had for the past twenty four hours since his screw up. That alone made Gaara want to whine under his breath at the unfairness of it. He wanted his sister to pay attention to him, to tell him he wasn’t in trouble anymore. But instead of giving him what he wanted she had merely set a bowl down in front of him that morning with what Gaara suspected was oatmeal and left him to his own devices, naked on the sheet covered floor tied to the foot of her bed.

He wouldn’t eat whatever was in the bowl, it was too embarrassing to stick his face in the slime and eat like a dog. Wasn’t it enough that he was sitting here like this? He felt like a dog, a bad dog. The thought made him cringe. The mighty kazekage tied to his sisters bed, naked like a slut.

Until his stomach begged for it he wouldn’t do it, he wouldn’t subject himself to humiliation like his sister wanted. Of course it occurred to him that his ANBU probably got some sadistic pleasure out of all of this, that’s why they never stepped in between himself and the dominating blonde.

However even though he wouldn’t eat the food he had a far more pressing problem. Since Temari had tied him there yesterday morning he hadn’t been allowed to use the bathroom. By now his body was demanding release and it was starting to threaten releasing without his permission.
Biting his lower lip, Gaara’s eyes flickered to the woman he dared call his sister sitting across the room at her vanity mirror. Although he suspected she could feel his gaze on her, she didn’t acknowledge it at all, forcing him to speak up for himself.

“Temari…..” He started in a low tone, trying to sound like he was in charge of the situation, which was rather laughable given his current status. She ignored him, the eyeliner in her hand never wavering. “Temari…..” He tried again, a bit louder, squeezing his thighs together.

“Strange, I think I hear someone calling me….Temari, Temari…. Unfortunately that’s not the name I respond to. How sad,” The blonde murmured from her seat across the room, the reply causing Gaara to grind his teeth. Wasn’t this embarrassing enough? Did she have to force him even lower than he already was? Yet he didn’t have a choice, he was going to explode if the other didn’t let him up now.

“Mistress…” Gaara whined softly, trying to ignore the fact that he could feel his face heating up with the embarrassment of the title he bestowed on his sister.
“Yes slave? Is there something you want?” She finally turned to face him, giving him the attention he had been craving for since yesterday.

“I….” It was too embarrassing, he couldn’t say that to her. “Please let me up mistress.”

“And just why should I do that? You’ve embarrassed me by messing in those panties at the store, now I’ll never be able to go back there again. I don’t think you deserve anything after that.”

Gaara’s face colored further, the blush evident on his pale cheeks. He wanted to protest that Temari had been the reason he had come all over those panties but he didn’t think it would do him any good, it would probably just get him in even more trouble than he already was.

“Please I need to get up now,” He mumbled unhappily causing her to raise an eyebrow at him.

“Why is that? Why should I give you that honor slave?”

“I….”

“You?”

“I have to go,” He fairly whispered, ducking his head to avoid her eyes. Although he wanted to cover his face it was impossible with his hands tied behind his back.

“Go where? I don’t believe I’ve given you permission to go anywhere today slave, “ Temari gave him a bored look, which told him she was about to end this conversation if he didn’t hurry up and spit out what it was he wanted to say to her. If he didn’t say anything she would probably leave him there all alone with a painfully full bladder.

“I have to go to the bathroom,” The red head managed to spit out in a soft tone between clenched teeth. “Please mistress.”

“No.”

Gaara’s head jerked up in surprise at the swift and hard deliverance of his sister’s answer. She couldn’t be serious, he really had to go!

“Temari I have to go!” His title slipped as he squirmed slightly, just thinking about not being able to go made him need it even more than before.

“Then by all means, go.” Temari was smirking when Gaara stared at her, a slight glimmer of hope in his sea green eyes.

“Then you’ll let me free now?”

“No.” If anything, the smirk on her face grew causing a seed of discomfort to start growing in Gaara’s stomach. If she wasn’t going to let him up then where was he suppose to go?

“But….” The confusion must have shown on his face, perhaps causing a momentary spark of pity from his sister.

“You can go there on the floor like a dog. That’s what you deserve after your display. It was shameful, just like you.”

“No! You cant-!”

“I can and I will. I hope this makes you learn your lesson, since nothing else seems to work on you.” She shot him a hard look that made the red head cringe inside although he tried to look impassive on the outside.

When she turned away to leave the room, Gaara felt like panicking. She couldn’t be serious about this, it was utterly humiliating! He had thought that being tied here like this was as far as his sister would go but obviously he had underestimated the woman, something that had gotten many enemy nin killed in the past and really he should have known better.

However his panic only increased when she returned to him, a bowl in hand. Warily he watched her approach until he couldn’t see her anymore from her place behind him.

“What are you-“ He started to protest further until he felt the warm water surrounding his hands. Startled he tried to jerk away, his bowels loosening, half from fear and half from desperate need. “No!”

She jerked him down, shoving his hands into the bowl making a small whimper escape his lips at her actions. Temari didn’t speak which frightened him even more, knowing that she was there watching him with that silent deadly look of hers. She wanted him to do this and she was going to watch.

“Please no! I have to go!” He thrashed as much as his bonds would allow him, which really wasn’t much, just enough to slosh the water around a bit in the bowl behind him but not allow him to escape the warm water that was causing his need to rise. He flushed in dread, knowing that he couldn’t escape it.

Shaking with the need and holding it back as much as he could, he knew that he would loose it soon no matter how much he protested. The warm water and his full bladder were impossible to ignore.

“Temari please!” There was a certain urgency in his tone now and he was starting to feel fearful about it. He had never wet himself that he could remember, even as a child. To do so now as an adult made his whole body quiver.

“Well, I thought you had to go, I’m waiting.” Temari’s voice made him jump slightly and he flushed further with a low desperate moan of frustration.

“Please! It’s going to come out!” Gaara was begging openly now, his eyes wide with the fear of letting go yet he couldn’t stop it. Shaking his head he only managed to hold back the tears of humiliation as he felt the warm piss rushing out and over his legs. “No no no!”

The warmth spread down over his legs and onto the cloth beneath him, leaving a heavily damp spot that immediately started to cool uncomfortably beneath him. Gaara shifted, his face burning with shame as Temari chuckled behind him.

“Look at you, sitting there in your own piss like an animal.” Temari grabbed his shoulder, shoving the red head down even as he tried to recoil from hitting the damp sheet. However he couldn’t stay upright without his hands to help him and he fell, face first onto the ground, his face thankfully away from his own mess. Making a disgusted noise, Gaara tried to roll to the side to avoid the damp spot but Temari stopped him with her foot, shoving him over onto his back in the middle of the sheet.

Whining, the red head arched his back. The damp spot disgusted him, even if it belonged to him it was still piss. Smirking, the blonde girl shoved him down, her foot planted in the middle of his heaving chest, watching Gaara with amused eyes. Her brother’s eyes were wide with emotions, disgust, surprise, horror and shame. Temari couldn’t deny it excited her. Bending over slightly she grasped his hair, yanking his head up.

“Enjoying yourself, you dirty pig? Rolling around in your own filth, tch, how disgusting. “Look at that face, its practically begging for more. Do you want some more piss, pig?”

Gaara jerked under her, attempting to lash out at the blonde but she had him pinned down by now, her legs on either side of his head. The red head’s eyes snapped shut, unwilling to stare at his sister’s smooth hairless crotch that was displayed above his face. He focused on flailing under her instead, his legs kicking furiously although he couldn’t kick her from where she sat. A cry escaped his lips as her fingers dug into his hair, yanking it so hard he was half afraid it would come out under her vicious hands.

Suddenly he felt it, her warm stream hitting him directly in the face. Startled he opened his mouth to cry out but his mouth was flooded with the liquid and he inhaled, choking. Gaara gasped and gagged, tears sprang to his eyes as he tried to spit it out but the stream hadn’t stopped, drenching his face and his hair. Breathing was impossible and his lungs felt like they were on fire as he struggled desperately under the blonde.

It felt like an hour had passed since she had started until the time the last drops splashed onto his face and Gaara was able to take one hard shaking breath.

“Lick me clean pig,” Temari demanded from above, her hands yanking his hair viciously and causing him to wince.

“No, it’s disgusting…” The red head’s voice was weak and shaken. He was still in utter shock that she had done this to him.

“Lick it and then you can bathe or you can sit here all night and think about what you’ve done some more while you smell of piss.” Her voice didn’t leave any room for argument and Gaara desperately wanted to be free and clean of this place and so he opened his mouth tentively, his tongue running along her slit. The red head winced and gagged at the taste as Temari sighed appreciatively above him at the feeling.

She had half a mind to force him to get her off but she knew she had pressed her luck with the red head just now and more demands could make things get out of hand. Honestly she was lucky he hadn’t retaliated, but then again he hadn’t been in any danger, just in an utterly humiliating situation.

After a moment she rolled off the red head and reached over to undo his bindings with nimble fingers. Gaara shot her a vicious look while rubbing his wrists that really wasn’t that effective when he looked like a piss covered drown rat.

“I hate you.” He stated, trying to sound like he meant it.

“I hate you too,” She only smirked and gave him one more shove with her foot before turning away towards the bathroom. “Now come on, you stink.”

“Fuck you…”

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