Stricken

Chapter Four

Ino hesitated a minute before she felt the firm pressure of Shikamaru's hand on her shoulder pushing her downward. She almost resisted but the thought of being taken by force didn't appeal to her and yet her mind still swirled with ways to get out the situation that she had somehow found herself in. Ino lowered herself to her knees and Shikamaru stared at her expectantly yet some unseen force called Ino's personality took over and decided that she wasn't going to do anything extra. This was a simple meaningless screw and she'd be damned before she treated him like he was actually her lover. So she waited for him to tell her exactly what it was that he wanted. Her blue eyes stared up at him haughtily and she heard his familiar sigh. "Must you be so troublesome? You know what I want. Just do it."

"This is a place of business. Customers could walk in at any moment. My parents could walk in at any minute. Why should give in to your less than subtle demands?"

Shikamaru didn't reply immediately. Instead his eyes traveled over her body hungrily. Ino shivered at the dark look She had seen that look in the eye of many of man. It was a look she never thought to see in Shikamaru's. The look that said she was just a hole that he could insert himself into. It was insulting. Her eyes closed briefly only to find herself hauled up her feet. Her eyes snapped open to see that she was bound in one of Shikamaru's shadow techniques.

Realization dawned upon her. Tsunade's words echoed in her mind. If they can not find a willing partner...they find an unwilling one. "Wait. Shikamaru wait. You don't have to do it like this. I--"

"Customers, you say?" Shikamaru said cutting off whatever words were going to slip from between her lips. "I suppose that means I'll have to be quick. How troublesome."

Ino pulled a bit against the shadow tentacles that held her arms down securely. She looked down in dismay to see that her feet were bound also. There was no way for her to get free. Shikamaru took a step forward and reached for her purple midriff shirt. In one, swift movement he quickly pulled the top apartment not even flinching when buttons flew here and there. His eyes were immediately drawn to the rosy peaks of her breasts. He reached out a hand and tweaked one of her nipples. "If I had the time...I'd play with these a bit more." Ino's eyes widened as the Shadow Ninja produced a kunai and walked behind her. Surely he wouldn't kill her? To stab her in the back no less? "Shikamaru don't--"

"You talk too much." Shikamaru said cutting her off. Ino's eyes widened as she heard a tear and then felt the lower half of her body exposed to air. She could feel the warm air in the shop caressing her body. She then felt her legs being spread apart. Ino bit back a cry of despair. At this point Ino was aware of what was going to happen--whether she liked it or not and while she decidedly didn't want this--she would not fight it. She had, after all, been given a mission by the Hokage for this express purpose. So as she felt her body bent forward and her nether lips exposed for her teammate to see she relaxed her body mentally preparing herself for what was to come. However, all the mental preparation could not have stopped her from flinching when she felt his member rub against her entrance. "You're not ready for me, Ino? You were the one who said that anyone could find us and now you're making me take the time to get you ready." Ino shivered as she felt his hand lightly caress her bare thighs. His hand moved over across her stomach teasingly and she felt him nip at her neck. Ino almost let out a whimper but forced herself not to. For some reason her mind would not let her give in. This all just seemed wrong to her. And then she heard the door chimes to the shop ring. "No!" She cried out. As she saw her former teacher enter the shop with his mouth agape.

"Shikamaru, what are you doing?"

"I'm doing Ino." He said dryly.

"What's wrong with you Shikamaru? Don't you realize that she's doesn't want you?"

"Not yet." Shikamaru replied letting his hand drop lower until it was nestled in her feminine curls. Ino dropped her head unable to look her mentor in the eye as Shikamaru's fingers found her pleasure pearl stroking her lightly. At the stimulation Ino soon felt herself growing damp between her ivory legs.

"Shikamaru, don't make me force you to stop." But Shikamaru did not hear his mentor's words. He dragged his finger back and forth against Ino's slit finding her rapidly becoming drenched. With no desire to wait any longer Shikamaru entered Ino in one swift, hard move filling her core and caused her to cry out.

And Asuma found himself unable to move for a second. He had never thought that Shikamaru, Shikamaru of all people would stoop so low as to take a woman against her will. How did he know, though, that Ino wasn't a willing participant in this endeavor? Even though she did not say a word of protest or ask for his help at all it was still written all over her face. Ino had always been rather expressive with her emotions. And so with that in mind Asuma moved swiftly towards where Shikamaru was rather lazily pumping and in and out of Ino from behind intent on knocking Shikamaru out however when he got closer to the two he felt this strange pain in his lower back. He immediately assumed that Shikamaru had attacked him but a quick glance at the impassioned shinobi told him that at the moment his mind was only on one thing. And then Asuma couldn't move. He could only watched transfixed as Shikamaru pounded into Ino's body. He felt himself harden as Ino’s ample breasts bounced back and forth. He recalled having to remained determined to always look the young girl in the eye lest his eyes should wander to where they should not be. And before he knew it those breasts, those breasts that for years he had forced himself not to look at, to pretend that they weren’t there, were in his hands. He pinched and pulled at the nipples hearing her mixed cries of pain and pleasure. Her cries were little mewling whimpers that he knew within moments would disappear.

Shikamaru eyed his teacher. The man’s eyes were transfixed on Ino’s lips. Asuma never stopped fondling the young woman’s breasts but it was fairly simple to determine that the older man wanted--needed more. Shikamaru silently wished he could see Ino’s face when their mentor’s engorged member appeared before her lips. Just the thought of it made his pace speed up.

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Ino looked at her teacher disbelieving. She couldn’t believe what was happening, what he was doing.
She had thought, no she had been certain that he was going to demand that Shikamaru stop his evil, teasing assault on her body. But that had not happened.

Sex with Shikamaru, she realized dazed, fit his personality. Slow, lazy, and thorough. And yet, how he managed such a thing--to first use his jutsu to bind her until she no longer had any desire to be bound, when she ached to touch him to relieve some of the tension or maybe just transfer the pleasure in her body to her partner--was beyond her.

And then her teacher had joined them. She never once thought that she would be in this position with her teacher. She had assumed that should the ‘need’ spring upon him he would go to Kurenai but there his cock was right before her face waiting for her to take it between her lips and provide a service that she secretly admitted to herself was her favorite pastime, but she knew it would be no easy task since Shikamaru had picked up his speed to a pace that was nearly frantic and it made it difficult for her to concentrate on her new task. Maybe, her sensei knew the problem so he assisted in what little ways he could. Asuma took a step forward and wrapped his hand around his member guiding it to Ino’s mouth. Her tongue darted out quickly tasting him. She had a second to register the salty flavor before she was forced to take him into her mouth. Only the tip of him, though, and Ino closed her eyes and dutifully began to pleasure her sensei. She let her eyes travel up to his face and watched as his eyes closed in rapture and at the ecstasy on his face she tackled her task with vigor.

She almost choked when she felt Shikamaru’s fingers teasing her clit once more. It was too much, really. The salty taste of Asuma in her mouth, the streaks of pleasure shooting through her at Shikamaru’s teasing, the incessant pounding in and out of her dripping orifice. A scream bubbled up somewhere within her that she had to smother or risk being choked again as she took more and more of Asuma in her mouth.

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Tsunade took out a bottle of sake and gave Sakura a glare daring her to say something. Wisely, Sakura kept her mouth shut. Taking a sip, Tsunade looked at Sakura.

“Take him to the hospital and get a blood sample. Test it yourself make sure no one comes across the sample but you or Shizune. We don’t want any mix-ups with this.”

“Yes, shishou.”

The two turned to leave giving Tsunade a rear view of Hatake Kakashi. “And get some clothes on that man! The last thing we need is for someone to rape him .”

Sakura glanced over at Kakashi who was unsuccessfully trying to hide a grin and rolled her eyes.

“Yes, shishou.” She replied, grabbed Kakashi and teleported them out of her office.

They arrived in her apartment and both parties immediately began looking for clothes. The silence was awkward, tense, and strained. While in the Hokage’s office the two had been able to focus on her words, but now that they were no longer in her presence all Sakura could think about was what happened between the two of them…and how much she had enjoyed it. On the other end of the spectrum Kakashi was thinking of something quite different.

Sakura’s main concern was that from now on things would be odd between the two of them and that was the last thing she wanted. So she wracked her brain for words to say that would put the two of them at ease.


“Sakura--”

“Kakashi--” They began simultaneously.

They both settled into silence and soon Sakura realized that he was waiting for her to speak first. She frowned. She would have preferred to hear him out first but she had a feeling if she tried to get him to speak it would be a pointless endeavor.

“Look, I just wanted you to know that you’re my teammate and I care about you. I know that this whole thing is…awkward but I support my team willingly. You guys are very important to me. We’ll get through this.”

Sakura looked at him expectantly waiting for him to say whatever was on his mind but he only nodded his head curtly and quickly disappeared from before her. She stared at the puff of smoke that filled the room aghast and irritated. Not only had he not told her what he was going to say but he disappeared before she could get the blood sample she needed and she had a feeling that it was on purpose.

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Tenten stopped running. She bent forward and rested the palms of her hands against her thighs. Her breaths were coming out in heavy pants. It would take Lee and Gai-sensei to unintentionally give her a workout like this. “Look, Gai-sensei, Lee--I’m not racing you guys. I just need…to be alone.”

“Tenten in the glorious time of your youth it would be unfruitful to be alone. Let us spend time together as a team and bond. For it is--”

Tenten’s mind immediately blocked out the monologue that was likely to go on for awhile. She did he best to keep her expression blank as he droned on and on and--

“Right, Lee?”

“Right, Gai-sensei!”

“Right, Tenten?” Tenten blinked and looked at Gai having not a clue as to what he had just said.

“Um, right?” She said hoping that was the right answer.

“Good! Then we shall go and have youthful and vigorous sex!”

It was so not the right answer.

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A/N: To those who have asked: The Suna bunch will probably make an appearance. Akatsuki? Not sure. Although that is a good idea. And sorry no mercy for Ino. If anything it will probably get worse or better. I guess it depends upon your perspective.