Puppet Princess
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Naruto › Het - Male/Female
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
7
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1,600
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25
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Chapter 4
Chapter 4:
Sakura was slow to rise the following morning. She lay in bed, refusing to acknowledge the other presence in the room. As she tossed to her opposite side, the young medic was all too aware of the soreness in-between her legs. Her derange jailor watched her fits with keen interest. The smug look on Sasori’s face told Sakura that last night was real and an S-class criminal had taken her virginity. Sakura groaned and whined as she roughly pulled the sheets over her head. Praying it was all a dream.
Sasori shook his head in amusement; his princess could act like a child sometimes. He decided to indulge her, and allow her fit to run its course.
“Sakura, you need to get up, the bath water in getting cold,” spoke the puppet master as he exited the room. Glad at the chance to wash his stink off her, Sakura kicked the sheets in frustration and reached for one of Sasori’s old shirts. Placing her feet on the ground, Sakura winced slightly and steadily made her way towards the bathroom.
The full length mirror, gave the young kunoichi a first chance of what had been done to her. Sasori left little reminders all over her body; love bites on her inner thighs, scratch marks on her back, and swollen lips. Using her chakra, Sakura quickly removed all his markings, and healing the discomfort, as she carefully stepped into the tub. The water was mildly warm, and filled with the wonderful scent of lavender. Sakura started to wash herself recalling all the vivid details of last night. After Sasori deflowered her, he allowed her to rest momentarily before taking her several more times and in different positions. Sakura drew blood as she tired to wash away all of the Akatsuki scent. Tears fell into waters as Sakura chastised herself for not putting up more of a fight. The trouble kunoichi paid no attention as the water slowly turned a cloudy red.
“Stop, Sakura,” sternly warned Sasori, “I hate to see you lose the privilege of bathing alone.”
At the sound of his voice, Sakura immediately stopped and pulled her knees to her chest, trying to hide her nakedness. Sasori stood motionless in the doorway, looking on with disappointment. Seconds later Sakura shivered uncontrollable as she felt his presence behind her with a wash cloth in his hand. “I’m sorry,” meekly replied Sakura.
“There is nothing shameful in what we did.” Sasori said as he dipped the cloth in the water and gently began washing Sakura’s back. “It was your first time, you are still not use to the sensations that the flesh can produce.” Sasori continued washing her body, using his other hand to reassure and comfort his distraught lover. “I promise, I won’t take you until you say so.”
Sakura looked up at her captor with confusion and bewilderment. Since her first day here, Sasori had manipulated all of her choices, and little by little stripping her of strong-willed personality and molding her to fit his needs. Not having the courage to face her master, Sakura softly whispered, “Why?”
Sasori said nothing as he set to work on washing her hair. Sighing in defeat; she closed her eyes enjoying his attention, pretending it was someone else. Sakura didn’t speak but followed all his commands never opening her eyes. Finally the puppet master motioned for Sakura to stand as he wrapped a towel across her frail trembling body. “Did you enjoy last night, Sakura?”
Sakura bit her lip and cast her eyes to the floor. “Its okay, my sweet princess; your moans and screams tell me so much.” The pink-haired ninja eyes blazed with defiantly, he was distorting the truth. “I know for a fact, you bite your bottom lip when I do this…” Sasori plunged two of his fingers into her sore opening. He lazily circled his fingers before pinching her most delicate spot. Just as he predicted, Sakura bit her lip trying to suppress the moan desperately trying to escape her throat. Continuing his ministrations, “I love those sounds, let go. I want to hear your satisfaction.”
Feeling her legs turning into jelly, Sakura clinch Sasori’s shirt for support as her cheeks become more redden with arousal. “Stop, Please…” moaning into his shirt, “I don’t want this.”
To her surprise Sasori removed his fingers and hungrily licked the liquid staining his tips clean. “As you wish, Sakura.”
Making sure she regained her footing, Sasori released his hold and casually walked out the bathroom. “Finish getting dress, I’ll be back shortly.”
Breathing heavily, Sakura collapsed atop the marble floors taking in the coolness clearing her cloudy mind. She needed to find a way out and return home to her village. First of all Sakura needed to put some clothes on, and quit acting like a damsel in distress.
Just as promised, Sasori a short time later, with a package in hand. The missing-nin had to do a double take. His princess was lying in bed, sleeping soundly. She was absolutely breathtaking, dress in a simple white sundress with her bright pink hair loosely braid. Sasori was glad to see the medic in her healed her wounds. Apparently his inexperienced lover was just a fragile as her namesake, and he would to handle her more carefully.
Sakura eyes immediately opened at the sound of the door and nervously waited for Sasori to speak. “I hate to see my little flower gloomy,” openly mocked the puppet master, “Come here, I have a surprise.”
Sakura hesitated, and started walking not of her own accord. Sakura knew he wasn’t the type to be kept waiting, and would resort to using chakra strings to “make” her move faster. Under his cloak, the puppeteer pulled out the package and set it on the desk.
“What is that?” asked Sakura.
“A reward,” responded Sasori as gently place his arms over her tiny waist and nudge his face in the crevasse in Sakura’s neck. “Open it.” Her trembling hands reached out to tear off the wrapping. Sakura was surprised to find a high quality midnight blue cloak with a diamond lotus button. Unsure how to react to her present, Sakura gasped in astonishment as she turned to face the puppet master.
“We’re going outside for the afternoon, but you must keep yourself covered at all times,” sternly warned Sasori. “If you disobey at any time, Sakura, you will not enjoy my wrath.”
Sakura gave nod of understanding and lifted her hair as Sasori fastened the expensive fabric. Sasori pulled on white slippers from the same box and tenderly put her shoes on. Very excited at the chance to finally be free of this room, Sakura comply with all of Sasori’s orders. She was little upset, when the missing nin pulled the hood over her eyes. “Never let go of my hand. Sakura under no circumstances are you to remove the hood until I give you permission too. “
The young medic hooked both of her tiny hands atop his hand, and followed him blindly out of the bedroom. She couldn’t see anything under her veil and lost count of all the twists and turns they had taken. Sakura silently counted the steps to the outside, hoping one of these days when her craze jailor let is guard down she could escape. What seemed like an eternity, the dark fuzz was replaced with white fuzz.
Should Sakura attempt to escape or wait it out, review and let me how it should turn out!!
Until next time,
Rae
Sakura was slow to rise the following morning. She lay in bed, refusing to acknowledge the other presence in the room. As she tossed to her opposite side, the young medic was all too aware of the soreness in-between her legs. Her derange jailor watched her fits with keen interest. The smug look on Sasori’s face told Sakura that last night was real and an S-class criminal had taken her virginity. Sakura groaned and whined as she roughly pulled the sheets over her head. Praying it was all a dream.
Sasori shook his head in amusement; his princess could act like a child sometimes. He decided to indulge her, and allow her fit to run its course.
“Sakura, you need to get up, the bath water in getting cold,” spoke the puppet master as he exited the room. Glad at the chance to wash his stink off her, Sakura kicked the sheets in frustration and reached for one of Sasori’s old shirts. Placing her feet on the ground, Sakura winced slightly and steadily made her way towards the bathroom.
The full length mirror, gave the young kunoichi a first chance of what had been done to her. Sasori left little reminders all over her body; love bites on her inner thighs, scratch marks on her back, and swollen lips. Using her chakra, Sakura quickly removed all his markings, and healing the discomfort, as she carefully stepped into the tub. The water was mildly warm, and filled with the wonderful scent of lavender. Sakura started to wash herself recalling all the vivid details of last night. After Sasori deflowered her, he allowed her to rest momentarily before taking her several more times and in different positions. Sakura drew blood as she tired to wash away all of the Akatsuki scent. Tears fell into waters as Sakura chastised herself for not putting up more of a fight. The trouble kunoichi paid no attention as the water slowly turned a cloudy red.
“Stop, Sakura,” sternly warned Sasori, “I hate to see you lose the privilege of bathing alone.”
At the sound of his voice, Sakura immediately stopped and pulled her knees to her chest, trying to hide her nakedness. Sasori stood motionless in the doorway, looking on with disappointment. Seconds later Sakura shivered uncontrollable as she felt his presence behind her with a wash cloth in his hand. “I’m sorry,” meekly replied Sakura.
“There is nothing shameful in what we did.” Sasori said as he dipped the cloth in the water and gently began washing Sakura’s back. “It was your first time, you are still not use to the sensations that the flesh can produce.” Sasori continued washing her body, using his other hand to reassure and comfort his distraught lover. “I promise, I won’t take you until you say so.”
Sakura looked up at her captor with confusion and bewilderment. Since her first day here, Sasori had manipulated all of her choices, and little by little stripping her of strong-willed personality and molding her to fit his needs. Not having the courage to face her master, Sakura softly whispered, “Why?”
Sasori said nothing as he set to work on washing her hair. Sighing in defeat; she closed her eyes enjoying his attention, pretending it was someone else. Sakura didn’t speak but followed all his commands never opening her eyes. Finally the puppet master motioned for Sakura to stand as he wrapped a towel across her frail trembling body. “Did you enjoy last night, Sakura?”
Sakura bit her lip and cast her eyes to the floor. “Its okay, my sweet princess; your moans and screams tell me so much.” The pink-haired ninja eyes blazed with defiantly, he was distorting the truth. “I know for a fact, you bite your bottom lip when I do this…” Sasori plunged two of his fingers into her sore opening. He lazily circled his fingers before pinching her most delicate spot. Just as he predicted, Sakura bit her lip trying to suppress the moan desperately trying to escape her throat. Continuing his ministrations, “I love those sounds, let go. I want to hear your satisfaction.”
Feeling her legs turning into jelly, Sakura clinch Sasori’s shirt for support as her cheeks become more redden with arousal. “Stop, Please…” moaning into his shirt, “I don’t want this.”
To her surprise Sasori removed his fingers and hungrily licked the liquid staining his tips clean. “As you wish, Sakura.”
Making sure she regained her footing, Sasori released his hold and casually walked out the bathroom. “Finish getting dress, I’ll be back shortly.”
Breathing heavily, Sakura collapsed atop the marble floors taking in the coolness clearing her cloudy mind. She needed to find a way out and return home to her village. First of all Sakura needed to put some clothes on, and quit acting like a damsel in distress.
Just as promised, Sasori a short time later, with a package in hand. The missing-nin had to do a double take. His princess was lying in bed, sleeping soundly. She was absolutely breathtaking, dress in a simple white sundress with her bright pink hair loosely braid. Sasori was glad to see the medic in her healed her wounds. Apparently his inexperienced lover was just a fragile as her namesake, and he would to handle her more carefully.
Sakura eyes immediately opened at the sound of the door and nervously waited for Sasori to speak. “I hate to see my little flower gloomy,” openly mocked the puppet master, “Come here, I have a surprise.”
Sakura hesitated, and started walking not of her own accord. Sakura knew he wasn’t the type to be kept waiting, and would resort to using chakra strings to “make” her move faster. Under his cloak, the puppeteer pulled out the package and set it on the desk.
“What is that?” asked Sakura.
“A reward,” responded Sasori as gently place his arms over her tiny waist and nudge his face in the crevasse in Sakura’s neck. “Open it.” Her trembling hands reached out to tear off the wrapping. Sakura was surprised to find a high quality midnight blue cloak with a diamond lotus button. Unsure how to react to her present, Sakura gasped in astonishment as she turned to face the puppet master.
“We’re going outside for the afternoon, but you must keep yourself covered at all times,” sternly warned Sasori. “If you disobey at any time, Sakura, you will not enjoy my wrath.”
Sakura gave nod of understanding and lifted her hair as Sasori fastened the expensive fabric. Sasori pulled on white slippers from the same box and tenderly put her shoes on. Very excited at the chance to finally be free of this room, Sakura comply with all of Sasori’s orders. She was little upset, when the missing nin pulled the hood over her eyes. “Never let go of my hand. Sakura under no circumstances are you to remove the hood until I give you permission too. “
The young medic hooked both of her tiny hands atop his hand, and followed him blindly out of the bedroom. She couldn’t see anything under her veil and lost count of all the twists and turns they had taken. Sakura silently counted the steps to the outside, hoping one of these days when her craze jailor let is guard down she could escape. What seemed like an eternity, the dark fuzz was replaced with white fuzz.
Should Sakura attempt to escape or wait it out, review and let me how it should turn out!!
Until next time,
Rae