Rise of a Kage

The sand scratched Hinata’s tender elbows as she crawled across the sandy ground through an unfamiliar cavern. She froze, hearing footsteps in the distance. Her heart rammed against her chest as if it were trying to escape. Hinata held her breath until the sound of the footsteps subsided. She exhaled. It hurt to breathe. She had been crawling through the caverns of the Sand Village for hours now, and her muscles were getting sore. The dry air cut into her throat like shards of glass. As she took a moment to relax, her breathing became less heavy and her heartbeat stabilized. The stress was getting to her. She was losing her sense of balance. She tried to comfort herself. “I’m okay. Even though I don’t know where I am or how to get out, if I just keep going without anyone seeing me, eventually I’ll escape. Remember, I’m doing this for Naruto. I can do this!”

Despite Gaara’s threats, the cage was no challenge for a ninja like Hinata to escape from. Hinata was always much better at mental challenges than physical ones. By focusing her chakra, all she had to do was bend the bars until there was a hole big enough for her to crawl through. After that, she found her sweatpants and pulled them up over the sand chastity device. Hinata looked at herself and realized that the chastity device was still obvious to anyone looking, as it stuck out and made her ass look huge. However, she knew her only other option was to escape wearing nothing but the “sand panties,” which would have been much more embarrassing. She couldn’t find anything to cover her chest, so she went with her small breasts exposed. Her final obstacle was the locked door to her cage room, which she quickly dismantled with a chakra-concentrated punch. She had been crawling through caverns ever since.

It was hours later, and the stress had done a number on her. Every part of her ached, especially her pussy. The aphrodisiac had made her hornier than she had ever been in her life, but the chastity device kept her pussy just beyond the reach of her hands. Her aching pussy tantalized her; the pleasure she desired was so close to her yet just beyond her reach. The lack of sexual release was painful. Every synapse in her brain was telling her to surrender herself and rest. However, her heart wouldn’t allow that. She kept her frail body moving, taking comfort in the fact that Naruto would be doing the same in her position.

“Hey there precious,” greeted a voice from behind. Hinata’s muscles tensed upon hearing it, then collapsed. She had been discovered. Hinata started crying. The salty tears got into a cut on her face, which started to sting. The tears soaked the dusty ground, and Hinata’s body started to shake. “Awww, don’t cry little girl. I’m not like those mean other guys. I’m here to help you.”

Upon hearing this, Hinata mustered what little strength she had left to stand up and face the stranger. It was a tall blonde woman. Her hair was bunched up in the back into four ponytails. Her eyes were an impenetrable dark blue. She was wearing a white garb and nothing else. “Please ma’am, my name is Hinata Hyuga. I’ve been kidnapped and I want to see my family again. Please… help me get out of this place!” Hinata burst into crying again.

“Awww, poor baby. Don’t worry, I’ll get you out of here.” Temari put her arms around Hinata. Hinata returned the hug, and embraced Temari as if she’d die if she let go. Temari then placed her left hand on top of Hinata’s head and stroked her hair. “It’s okay…” Hinata continued to cry. Her body shook in Temari’s arms. Hinata was much shorter than Temari. She was actually hugging Temari’s waist, but she held onto it for dear life.

Temari soon got bored of comforting Hinata. She gently coaxed Hinata into returning her arms to her side. Then, Temari took Hinata’s hand and gestured her to follow. Temari took Hinata into a nearby room. It was mostly dark. The only think that could be seen was a wooden armchair pressed up against the wall, which was illuminated by a torch above it. Temari sat in it. Hinata stood in front of her. “Relax” she said. Hinata did as she was told. Temari reached her hands down Hinata’s waistband. Hinata put her hands on Temari’s to try and stop her. “Shhh… It’s okay,” Temari said in a soothing tone. Hinata relaxed her muscles. Temari pulled down Hinata’s sweatpants, revealing the chastity device. Hinata blushed and looked away. Temari put her hands up to Hinata’s crotch and preformed a series of hand signs. Hinata’s face turned even redder as she looked down, confused. After Temari finished, a kanji started to grow red over the crotch of the chastity device. “Just as I suspected,” Temari said. “Gaara has claimed you.”

“What does that mean?” Hinata asked, her face covered in tear residue.

“It means that if I help you escape and get caught, I could be put to death,” Temari said.

“Please, ma’am, I need you’re help! I’ll do anything!” Hinata said.

“Don’t worry your little head, precious. I‘ll help you.” Temari said. “For a price.” Temari pushed the bottom of her garb aside. She was wearing no panties, so her pussy was exposed. Hinata impulsively stared at it. The pussy was larger than average, and much more mature than Hinata’s. It was covered in hair, but the hair was thin enough to see through. Temari grabbed Hinata’s chin and pushed up on it. “Hey, I’m up here!” Hinata blushed and tried to look away at the wall. Temari grabbed Hinata’s head with both hands and held it into place where Hinata was forced to make eye contact. “Listen, precious. If you want me to help you, you’re going to have to do everything I say. Now, get on your knees.”

Hinata hesitantly did as she was told. “Yes ma’am,” she said.

“You can only call me ‘mistress’,” Temari said. Hinata’s heart sank as she heard this. She knew what was coming. Hinata bust into new tears. She looked from wall to wall, then back up into Temari’s eyes. “Well?”

"...yes, mistress."

"Good girl," Temari said. Temari spread her legs for Hinata, showing her a mature vagina. "Now, lick."

Hinata started crying. "No! Please! Don’t make me do that!"

Temari smiled. “Well, you have your choice. You can do exactly what I say and escape, or I can turn you in to Gaara and you can live out the rest of your life obeying him.” Hinata wept. She had been taught that homosexuality was wrong from a young age. Sex is an act only to be shared with a potential life partner, which could never be someone of the same sex. Hinata had never even thought of a woman sexually before. She was between a rock and a hard place. She knew what her father would say; a Hyuga would rather die than swallow their pride. However, she thought of Naruto and she knew what she had to do. She had to do whatever she had to do to escape and be with him. Hinata stuck her tongue out and plunged into the depths of Temari’s pussy.

Temari laughed at how much of an amateur Hinata was. She squeezed Hinata’s head between her legs and put her hand to the back of Hinata’s neck and started to direct her. “Move your little tongue in circles. Start with big circles around the whole pussy, then make them progressively smaller as you push your tongue in deeper.” Hinata obeyed. She continued crying. Her face turned red in humiliation. The tears only served to arouse Temari more. “That’s it, Hinata, stick your little tongue in deeper.” Hinata obeyed. Temari pressed Hinata’s nose up against her clitoris. Hinata’s soft breathing started making Temari wet. Temari moaned a little, but she did it quietly so Hinata couldn’t hear.

“Okay, stop.” Temari pushed Hinata’s head back. A stream of spittle went from Hinata’s upper lip into Temari’s pussy. ‘That must be THE most adorable thing I’ve ever seen’ Temari thought to herself. Temari pushed her clitoris out and up against Hinata’s tongue. “Go on, lick it.” Hinata did as she was told. The rubbed her tongue against the clit slowly, then started playing with it. Temari felt a tingle going up her spine, then pushed her clit into Hinata’s mouth. Hinata wrapped her lips around it and sucked gently. Temari knew she was about to climax, so she pushed Hinata in the forehead. Hinata fell on her back. Temari jumped out of her chair and squatted on top of Hinata’s face and forced her pussy around Hinata’s mouth. As soon as Hinata put her tongue into Temari’s pussy, Temari climaxed on Hinata’s face.

Temari lied down on top of Hinata and kissed Hinata passionately. Temari’s tongue explored every crevice of Hinata’s mouth, and even parts of the back of her neck. Hinata was too exhausted to resist. Temari busied her hands by playing with Hinata’s small breasts. Hinata’s hands laid limp on the floor. Hinata felt her pussy tremble. “Oh no! I can’t be enjoying this!” The red kanji on Hinata’s chastity device started to glow. Temari laughed.

“You seem to be having a good time too, honey.” Temari smirked. “Now, open wide!” Hinata did as she was told, not knowing what was going to happen. Temari used her fingers to shut Hinata’s nose, and moved her vagina back up in front of Hinata’s mouth. Hinata waited with her mouth open in suspense until all at once Temari started pissing. Hinata’s eyes grew wide. She tried to move her head away, but Temari squeezed her nose and held her in place. Temari chuckled. “You have to drink every drop, honey!” Hinata struggled, but under Temari’s grip it was futile. Hinata started crying as the stream of piss filled her mouth. As humiliating as it was, Hinata knew she had to obey. As she closed her mouth to swallow, Temari continued pissing on Hinata’s chin. Hinata’s swallowed the piss along with her pride. Temari laughed loud. Temari finished up. Hinata had swallowed most of it, but much of it had gone down the side of her face and onto the floor. Temari lifted Hinata up by her waist and flipped her over. “Come on, you missed some. Now, lick it up like a good girl.” Hinata’s face was pressed against the stone floor. Through tears, she put out her tongue and started licking the sandy floor weakly. Temari laid down on Hinata’s back and started stroking her sides. Hinata couldn’t believe she was doing something so disgusting. She felt as if the world was spinning around her. Temari breathed on the back of Hinata’s neck. Suddenly, the kanji on her chastity device started glowing again. She shut her eyes. Not only was she degrading herself, but she was getting pleasure from it. She was getting pleasure and she hated it.

Temari stroked Hinata as Hinata licked the ground slowly. After Temari’s heavy breathing subsided, Temari said “Okay, Master, you can come out now.” Hinata’s eyelids flew back.

A red-haired figure emerged from the darkness. It was Gaara, and he had been hiding in the room's corner. It was so dimly lit that he had been completely invisible. Hinata flailed her arms around, trying to crawl out from under Temari, but Temari effortlessly restrained her. “Thanks for letting me do that, Master. This girl is so cute!” Temari said as she pinched Hinata’s cheek.

Hinata had regained her strength, and was trying to use all of it to get away from Temari, but even after an orgasm Temari was stronger than Hinata. “Why? Why didn’t you help me?”

Temari sighed and put her lips next to Hinata’s ear. “Isn't it obvious? I used you like a little toy.”

Gaara put his hand around Hinata’s neck and lifted her off of the ground. Hinata struggled and kicked her feet, which did nothing. Gaara squeezed his hand around Hinata’s neck. Her face was turning red, and this time it wasn’t because she was blushing. Gaara dropped Hinata on the ground and attached his leash to her collar. “Come on, it’s time for your punishment.” Hinata was bawling at this point.

Temari squatted and said one final thing to Hinata. “You know, Gaara’s your master too. Soon enough you’ll learn not to disobey him. Just between us, this is going to hurt a LOT. I guess the only way you can learn that is from experience. Now, march young lady! You‘re gonna get punished for escaping!”

"Shut up, Temari," Gaara grunted.

Temari hung her head. "Yes, master," she mumbled.

Hinata’s face was wet from tears and what didn’t want to think about. Gaara gave her collar a tug and started moving. Hinata instinctively got on all fours and started walking, fearing what would come.