Nine

Author: princessgolux
Title: Nine
Fandom: Naruto
Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto and I gain no profit from this story.
Chapter Pairings: Tsunade/Shizune, Daisuke/Chishima,
Chapter Rating: NC-17
Story Rating: NC-17
Chapter Warnings: AU/AR; B&D&S&M (without a safeword stated within the bounds of the parts we see.) Very graphic F/F (which I totally thought I would never write, but there you go) – including simultaneous anal and vaginal penetration. Hints of M/M, and minor character (16 yrs old) in non-graphic consensual sexual situation.
A/N: First of all, thanks to Lilith, Ryu Earth, and DevilLived for your reviews. They mean a lot to me! I hope the story ends up living up to your kind words.
Second – A blanket apology to all. When I changed something small in my plot summary, all my warning tags went away and I have no idea how to get them back without re-uploading the entire story. So if anyone knows, please send me a clue at princessgolux at gmail dot com. Otherwise I refer you to the first chapter, wherein I believe I cover everything. If someone feels that they are not adequately warned for anything that arises, please let me know and I will edit accordingly. Thanks. :)


Chapter Eight: Owned


The Pearls & Swine Entertainment Palace
Kado City, Steel Country
518 A.T.D


The illusion only lasted a minute and a half even though Chishima thought his head would burst with the effort. He let it go with a pop of displaced air and gasped, sweat pouring down his face and the heat from his skin fogging his glasses. The training room was fairly close to the outside wall of the deceptively plain building that housed the biggest entertainment establishment in Steel Country. Even though the whole place was temperature controlled the air that Chishima sucked in was dry and cold, fall rapidly giving way to winter outside.

The sound of applause rang through the large room, empty except for floor mats and exercise equipment. The noise caught Chishima off-guard; made his face, already red with exertion, positively crimson. He spun around to face his unknown spectator, hard words on his lips.

They died unborn as he recognized the blond man sprawling lazily in the doorway.

“Well done, Chi-chan.”

“D...Daisuke-sama.” Chishima cursed his fair complexion as he felt himself blush even more fiercely. “I...um...”

“Your henge is coming along astonishingly well.”

“No, it’s not!” Chishima blurted out. “I can’t hold it for more than a minute and it takes everything I’ve got.” He turned away, his hands tightening at his side. “You have been so patient, such a good teacher. I should be improving faster...”

“Chi-chan, you’re not being fair.” Daisuke came around Chishima and put his hand on the young man’s shoulder. “For someone who wasn’t raised in a hidden village to grasp the concept of chakra, learn how to develop it and begin to learn jutsu all in two years? That’s phenomenal.”

“Really?” Chishima looked up at him. “You’re not...disappointed?”

“Most of us begin our physical training and chakra development somewhere between three and five years old. You started at fourteen. And we usually don’t graduate to jutsus until we’re seven or eight. That is, we usually have two to three years to just build our bodies and our chakra before we even begin to think about jutsus. That you’ve proved yourself ready to take that step is beyond belief.”

Daisuke looked at Chishima’s face, alight with pleasure, and groaned inwardly. Time to nip in the tender bud a problem that promised to rapidly grow thorny and tangled.

“Yes, Chi-chan.” Daisuke said, not unkindly, but with determination. “You have been growing remarkably fast, and have succeeded beyond anything I could have imagined. However, I still intend to stick to our original agreement.”

“Henge is the only jutsu I will be teaching you.”

“What?” Chishima said, shocked. “But, Daisuke-sama...”

“Chi-chan, listen to me.” Daisuke cut him off, looking grave. “You will never be a ninja.”

Chishima dropped his eyes and looked away. Daisuke shook him a little.

“Look at me.”

“I went through this with you two years ago when...oh, damn.” Daisuke stopped as Chishima raised his head, defiance clear in the set of his mouth and the unyielding light in his eyes.

Daisuke let him go and ran his fingers through his hair in his habitual expression of frustration. “A shinobi is more than martial arts and magic, Chi-chan.”

“A shinobi is a warrior bound to defend his or her village and his or her country. A shinobi is a tool, a weapon, an object to be used however their leader sees fit.” he touched Chishima’s cheek lightly. “You have been a slave all your life and now you have been freed. You see a shinobi’s strength as freedom, but a ninja – a true ninja – is never free, even in death.”

“Chi-chan, I’m happy to teach you how to defend yourself, how to protect your freedom with your own hands. That is as important to me as it is to you. And because it is that important, it is all I can do. A shinobi cannot protect his own freedom – he can only protect others. That is the way of the ninja.”

“I cannot – hell, I will not teach you how to be a shinobi.”

“You can.” Chishima said fast, overlapping Daisuke’s speech in his determination. “You are a wonderful teacher, Daisuke-sama. You say I’ve come so far, so fast? That’s because of you. You believed in me, you had so much patience and faith and kindness that I was able to find the strength in myself to keep going, even when I thought I was too tired to move.”

“I believe you could teach anyone to become a shinobi.”

Daisuke turned away, his shoulders slumping. “Chi-chan...” he said tiredly.

Chishima came up slowly behind him and, reaching out hesitantly, put a trembling hand lightly on his back.

“Daisuke-sama...” Chishima said in a very low, very rough voice.

Daisuke’s head came up, his eyes wide.

“I want to become a shinobi because I want to protect more than just my freedom, Daisuke-sama.”

“Chi-chan... you...”

“I want to protect you.”

“Chi-cha-mmmph.”

Daisuke staggered, arms flailing a little, as Chishima’s kiss pushed him backwards. Chishima followed, pursuing the contact single-mindedly. He stopped only when Daisuke, having gotten his feet underneath him again, grasped his shoulder and pushed him off.

“Chi-chan!” Daisuke gasped, panting. “What...what was that?”

“If you have to ask,” Tsunade said to the image in the monitor, “he’s obviously not all that good at it yet.”

The mistress of the Pearls & Swine lounged behind her desk, watching the security feeds from around the building. The bottom half of the wall to the right side of her desk was lit up with images, most jumping every 60 seconds to a new image. Images of gambling and sex, of intimate conversations and solo contemplation – the cameras caught them all.

Tsunade could choose to focus on any room in her company by choosing an image and moving it to the top half of the wall-monitor. And at the moment she was choosing to watch the drama unfolding in the exercise room, where the young brown haired teen had the older man backed against the far wall.

“Gotta give it to him,” she said fondly as Chishima put his hands on either side of Daisuke, talking fast and becoming more strident by the second, “the kid’s really going for it.”

“Shizune, bring me some more sake.” Tsunade muted the sound and began skimming a shipping manifest, letting the scene on the monitor play out in her peripheral vision. She ignored the low hum in the background as she made a note on the paper and put it in her ‘out’ tray, picking up the next item that required her attention.

There was a jingle of chain as Shizune made her way slowly to the desk. She was stiff-backed, laced into a tight corset that hugged her ribs and back, flaring out at her hips. The constrictive garment was made of black leather with boning created from the same malleable metal alloy that armorers used for shinobi mesh and underplating. It pushed her breasts up and in, stopping just past the undercurve and leaving the soft white flesh bare. The dark rose nipples offered like fruit each had a dark curl of leather snaking up from the front of the bodice and encircling it like a thin vine.

The electronic humming noise came from between her legs. Around her waist wrapped a simple leather belt. Four straps emerged from a harness that held a vibrator snugly inside her and attached to the belt. Dark musk scented the air as she walked, her bare skin of her upper thighs sliding against each other, slippery smooth and wet.

The corset itself fastened by garters to sheer silken stockings that hugged the curves of Shizune’s calves and lower thighs, disappearing into high-heeled shoes that added another five inches to her height. Each shoe had a strap that wrapped around Shizune’s delicate ankles, and a chain was fastened to each strap, forcing her to walk slowly, her thighs never completely parting.

In her hands she held a tray with warm sake. She held it carefully, as though it were a priceless object, biting her lip as her hands trembled. It was not the ankle chain that caused the light jingling as she walked but the chains that fastened to her wrists, passing through a space in the corset designed for exactly that purpose. They rang and chimed as light shivers ran through her body, sweat making her glossy skin shine.

The low hum changed pitch and Shizune paused, her eyelids fluttering.

“Sake, girl.” Tsunade said, impatiently. She searched around her desk for a moment, finding a small electronic stamper and grunting triumphantly.

“Yes, Mistress.” Shizune breathed, stepping gingerly forward. She gained the desk at last, setting the tray down and looking for Tsunade’s cup. The cup was on the other side of the desk and Shizune reached for it, drawing the chains on her right wrist taut. Her breath caught as the chain pulled a hidden mechanism inside the corset, squeezing the leather twined around her left nipple.

She pulled her hand back, the leather loosening as the chain retracted, and refilled the cup with sake.

Tsunade tossed the liquor down, squinting critically at the paperwork in her hands. “Che. Good enough.” She put the paperwork in her inbox with her right hand and set the cup down in front of Shizune with the other. “Again.”

While Shizune was filling her cup, Tsunade turned the sound back up on the monitor. The two men were still talking, both looking stubborn. She picked up the liquor and put her other hand on the inside of Shizune’s thigh.

“Daisuke’s holding up well,” she mused, sipping her drink, “given that his defense is full of weak spots.” She slid her hand upward slowly, touching the buzzing toy inside Shizune and shifting it subtly. Another tremor quaked through Shizune’s body but she stood still.

Tsunade withdrew her hand and licked at her fingers as she contemplated the argument they were watching. “All Daisuke’s got is ‘you’re too young’ and ‘I’m your teacher’, both of which come down to not wanting to take advantage of the kid.” She put her hand back on Shizune’s ass, stroking it absently. “Those are hard shields to keep up if the kid pushes hard.”

“I seem to remember pushing pretty hard, Mistress.” Shizune said dryly. “You kept those shields up for a year and a half.”

“Hey, now.” Tsunade smacked Shizune’s ass, giving her a mock glare. “Not an effective argument for a naked girl.” She tugged at the chains, playing with pressure, watching Shizune’s nipples get redder as they were squeezed and pinched. Already they were hard and crinkled, the skin around the aureole raised and dark. She gave a sharp fast pull and let go, ignoring Shizune’s sharp gasp. She resumed playing with the vibrator as she turned back to the monitor,

“Looks like Daisuke’s got a clear shot at the door, if he moves quick.”

The blond figure broke away, making for the exit. Chishima exhibited an extraordinary burst of speed and got in front of his teacher.

“Sealed that move, huh?” Tsunade said, her voice trailing off as she noticed something else on the lower part of the monitor. “Huh. Look at that.”

Shizune opened her eyes and focused on the monitor.

“Looks like the fates may just have given Dai-chan a way out.” Tsunade sounded pleased. The upper screen split, one half still showing the argument in the training room, the other showing the scans of two men who had just entered the casino area. One was fairly large, the other slim and delicate. They were only carrying a few weapons, but both were Collared.

And the electronic signal identified them as belonging to Touji Mizuki.

Chishima cursed as the door opened. The man he knew as Marco hulked in the doorway. He was a large man who covered his head with a length of fabric that wound around his face and head, leaving only his eyes bare. Those he hid behind dark sunglasses that he wore even in the darkest room. But Chishima had seen him move like lightning when needed and he never seemed to have a problem seeing.

Marco had been hired earlier in the year, had just appeared one day as though he’d been there for years. The Moya brothers, Fuu, Yuu, and Shuu quickly began following him like ducklings and he seemed to have a respect bordering on worship for Lady Dan. But there was something cruel about him that Chishima shrank away from. He found he was glad he couldn’t see the other man’s eyes.

Worse yet, he began to monopolize Daisuke-sama. The two would go out at night together sometimes, whereas before Daisuke-sama’s trips had always been solo. Chishima begged to be allowed to accompany his teacher but Daisuke-sama had refused unconditionally. But this thug, this muscle-bound nobody showed up and...

“The Lady’s calling.” Marco said, his deep voice interrupting Chishima’s inner fuming. “She needs us.”

Daisuke nodded his assent, palpably relieved, and quickly skirted the big man and headed down the corridor.

Chishima gave a curt nod and made to follow him, but Marco held out his hand.

“Someone once gave me a piece of advice.” Marco’s voice seemed even deeper than normal and Chishima took a step back without thinking. “It was inexplicable to me then, and I’m certain you will not understand it any better. The reasons I give it to you now are utterly different than the reasons that person gave it to me, but it is your truth at this moment the same way it was mine at the time.”

“He is not for you.”


Tsunade slid the slim vibrator a few inches deeper into Shizune’s ass. She fastened its harness to the same belt that supported the now quiescent toy nestled in Shizune’s pussy and eased the girl up to her knees on the soft bed, stroking her back as she whimpered a little.

“There, there.” Tsunade soothed, petting the shaking girl. “You can do this. You’re so strong, girl, this is nothing.” Shizune blinked back tears and nodded.

“I can do this, Mistress.” Her voice was breathy, but certain.

“Good.” Tsunade smiled. “You look beautiful like this, all stretched out and filled, waiting for me.” She touched Shizune’s thigh. “Spread your knees, girl but keep your feet touching each other.”

Shizune complied. Her hands, unchained from her corset, were clipped to the small of her back, so she used her abdominal and back muscles as much as she could, leaning a little on her Mistress for balance. Tsunade stopped her just before her inner thigh muscles would have protested the stretch.

“Beautiful.” She said, and leaned down to give Shizune a long, lingering kiss. She kissed down the slim ivory throat and gave little licking kisses to each velvet breast, licking and sucking the engorged nipples, tracing the vines around the roseate teats with her tongue. Shizune made little cries and whimpers, arching her back as much as she could given the constraints of her clothing and her precarious position. Her hips shifted as she was suckled, moving the shafts inside her against her inner walls.

“So delicious.” Tsunade breathed, moving back up to Shizune’s mouth for another long sucking kiss. “You taste luscious, girl.”

She stroked Shizune’s hair again. “A little more, girl. You can take it.”

Shizune nodded, her mouth falling open a little as she fought to keep her balance, her hips swiveling and rocking in little thrusts.

“Good girl.” Tsunade gave her a quick kiss and, taking the chains hanging from the front of the corset, clipped the ends a ring on the headboard of the bed. The links weren’t completely rigid, there was a little play in the length, but only a little play. As Shizune’s body rocked, keeping balance while being stimulated, the chains tightened and released, sending pulses of pleasure and pain through the tips of her breasts.

Shizune was shaking without pause now, but she maintained her balance and slowly her hips started to steady.

Tsunade smiled and kissed her one last time, then wrapped a black piece of stretchy cloth around Shizune’s mouth, gagging her.

“No noise, girl.” Tsunade said. “If you’re good and take it all quietly, I’ll let you eat me as much as you like when I’m done.” Shizune’s face lit up and she nodded eagerly.

“But,” Tsunade stopped smiling, her eyes now threatening, “if my guests or I hear one sound out of you, you will spend the night just...like...this.”

Shizune shook her head.

“Good girl. You have one minute to make your last noise of the evening.” Tsunade reached into a pocket and pressed something.

Shizune gave a stifled shriek as both vibrators began rumbling slowly. She began writhing, letting loose another yelp as her sudden movement pinched her nipples hard. Moaning behind the gag, she rocked her hips helplessly, trying to regain her equilibrium.

Finally she was balanced again, her stomach undulating and her chest heaving. Her face was tearstained and flushed, but she was quiet, only the constant ripple of her muscles betraying the torment of pleasure she was enduring.

“Made it with five seconds to spare.” Tsunade murmured affectionately. She dropped a kiss on Shizune’s forehead and turned away. Six feet away from the bed she turned. “Remember, girl. No noise.”

She made a complex hand sign and a wall formed between them, separating the bedroom from Tsunade’s office. She smiled to herself, and sat down, firing up the small personal monitor next to her left knee. She touched Shizune’s image for a moment, then sighed and brought up the security footage of the two men on the far wall, still drinking nonchalantly in the casino.

When Daisuke, Marco, and Chishima knocked she let them in with a scowl.

“Get in here, numbskulls. We’ve got work to do.”