Tsukuyomi

Note: Inspired by a doujin where Itachi uses the Mangekyo Sharingan on Kurenai. I took the concept a bit further, adding my own twist to it. This was originally supposed to be a short piece, but after sinking into the depths of its depravity I’ve decided that there are countless ways I can continue to extend the length of Kurenai’s torture, so there will probably be future chapters

Of course, that is pending audience support, so please, review like crazy, and if you find anything within the fic that might be confusing or incongruous, I can fix it. Ideas for future chaps also welcome.

Chapter one: The beginning of an eternity
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Kurenai’s hands were a blur as she formed the seals to one of her trademark genjutsus. Shit, I’m fighting against the best sharingan user since the Uchiha Madara, thought Kurenai, but then again, the choice wasn’t hers to pick a fight with Itachi.

Asuma meanwhile was buckling under the inhuman strength of Kisame’s sword, his two trench knives barely able to hold the massive bandaged weapon away from his left shoulder. Kisame’s shark like features formed a grin, and with a sudden burst of power, forced his weapon down onto Asuma’s shoulder and pulled back, drawing blood as the shark like scales underneath the bandage scraped the flesh right off of Asuma’s shoulder.

“Erk! You’re late!” Asuma grunted at Kurenai, whom by now had disappeared, her body seemingly melting into the air, becoming invisible. Kurenai’s eyebrows furrowed as she saw Kisame wound Asuma, but she could already feel hew own jutsu’s effect taking place.

Kisame’s eyes widened as thick roots and vines sprung from the ground and latched onto his sword and legs, immobilizing him. Nearby, Itachi’s sharingan eyes narrowed with recognition of a genjutsu activation as a tree appeared out of thin air and wrapped itself around him, trapping him in place. “Genjutsu” He muttered.

Above Itachi, from out of the trunk of the tree binding him, Kurenai’s upper body emerged, holding a kunai. Taking aim, she thrust the tip of the blade towards Itachi’s neck. Almost too easy, Kurenai thought, surprised that she had actually caught the one who massacred the entire Uchiha clan so easily.

Kurenai blinked. She tried to move, but found herself bound to the very illusionaty tree that she had conjured up to trap Itachi. In front of her, Itachi stood, impassive, staring at her. Genjutsu reversal! Kurenai realized.

“That level of genjutsu has no effect on me” Itachi stated, then suddenly, the three tomoe in his sharingan began to swirl…

The world around Kurenai faded, a red hue replacing the blue of the sky, the clouds and everything else darkening to a sinister black, shapes all outlined in thin white contours. Gradually, Kisame and Asuma, as well as the trees and river, all disappeared, and soon, the only things that Kurenai could see in her field of view were the infinitely smooth black ground which she knew to be illusionary, the tree branches binding her tightly to her trunk, and Itachi, who stood before her, devoid of emotion. Above them, Kurenai saw a glowing white moon,

“Kurenai-san, I warned you not to interfere.” Itachi began. Before him, Kurenai squirmed and tensed against her restraints, her eyes closed in urgent concentration, trying to break out of the genjutsu that she is quite obviously being subjected to.

“Open your eyes” Commanded Itachi, and Kurenai’s eyes, on their own accord, snapped open, and stayed open no matter how hard she tried to close them.

“It is fruitless trying to escape this technique of mine. It is Tsukuyomi, an illusionary world where I control everything that you see, hear, and feel, as well as the passage of time. You were foolish to attempt genjutsu against me, and I expend no chakra in this version of Tsukuyomi, as I simply tap into your own chakra reserves in our link from the genjutsu reversal. In other words, this jutsu will only break when you run out of chakra, which of course, since this is my illusionary world, can last as long as I wish it to last.”

Itachi disappeared, in his place standing a ninja wearing standard shinobi gear and an animal mask normally worn by the anbu, hiding his identity. At this point, Kurenai still did not know what Itachi was about to subject her to in his illusion, although the feeling of foreboding was intense.

“Ah, the lovely Kurenai-san, I am as nameless as I am faceless, as I am but a figment of imagination formed to make your stay in this world most interesting.” Said the shinobi.

Suddenly, small vines began growing out of the tree that Kurenai was already bound to. They snaked up her arms and legs, slipping under her attire, and began spreading across her skin under her cloths. Kurenai shivered with the sensations and struggled harder, although she knew it to be hopeless. She felt a ripping sound, and bare air brushed against her nipples, grazing her pubic hairs on her crotch as her cloths were ripped away. A deep blush of embarrassment flooded her face, and Kurenai became aware that the figure in front of her had his penis sticking out of his pants, engorged in a hungry erection.

Thicker vines grasped Kurenai at the knees and began prying her legs apart, others locking her arms above her head. She fought them of course, but the shakles held firm, and Kurenai could only turn her head aside, trying not to see the horny apparition in front of her as her body was bent into a sexually accessible position. Her eyes were still under the control of Itachi, and refused to close themselves, forcing her to catch the motions of her soon to be rapist from the corner of her eye.

The man wasted no time on foreplay, and positioned himself at Kurenai’s entrance. With a quick hip thrust, he entered her, basking in her physical response as Kurenai’s body tensed at the invasion. Not stopping there, The masked figure commenced banging his pelvis into Kurenai, driving her into the tree. With his hands, he fondled and played with Kurenai’s ample mounds, kneading them like dough while teasing the nipples between his fingers.

Vines snaked around Kurenai’s head and forced her to turn them to face her rapist, staring into his mask. She could feel the forced arousal taking her, as her heartbeat increased and unwanted pleasure starting to build with the swift strokes into her vagina. The man had entered her dry, and the dry rubbing chafed Kurenai’s inner walls, but her body soon responded to the sex, and released juices to facilitate the union, producing a slick squelching sound as the member within her became lubricated. Kurenai tried to speak, tried to scream for it to stop, but she couldn’t hear any sound come out of her own mouth.

Pleasure clouded Kurenai’s logics her mind swam with pheromones. Her body involuntarily tried to meet the thrusts of her rapist, but was held in a fixed position by the vines. She could feel every nerve within her canal react erotically to every movement of the cock. The sensations coming from her toyed breasts were no less stimulating, and she knew that if she did not stop this illusion, she would cum, although a small voice inside her mind did not want the pleasure to cease.

Without warning, Kurenai felt a warmness fill her inner sanctum, her eyes widening as the cock inside her pulsed with orgasm, spurting jets of semen into her. The man allowed himself to be buried as deep as possible, waiting until the convulsions were over, and then pulled out of Kurenai. He left her hanging on the brink of her own orgasm, almost to a climax yet not pushing her over. Kurenai’s jaws clenched, her legs quivered, trying to close themselves and rub together to bring about her own satisfaction. She realized what she was trying to do, and was deeply embarrassed by it, but her body had a mind of its own. Kurenai suddenly found that her eyes were free, and closed them in frustration and humiliation…

She opened them again to find a different man standing before her. At least Kurenai thought the man was a different man, as he was wearing a different animal mask. She also found that her arousal had completely dissipated, although she was still naked and bound in the same position to the tree.

Kurenai was appalled at what she saw behind the man close to her. She saw herself as a bystander would, secured to a tree with her hands above her head and her legs spread wide open in a position clearly inviting penetration. In front of that clone of her stood another man, clad identically as the one in front of her. Kurenai’s eyes could also make out the thin trail of cum that was slowly dripping down from the pussy lips of her own image, and was sure that if she were able to look down, she would see her own cunt dripping with evidence of her violation.

Her replica’s body was taken by its respective rapist first, and Kurenai saw the back of the shinobi as he readied himself, and pushed into her reflection, and caught her breath as she felt a dry rubbing sensation within her own womanhood. She looked at the ninja standing in front of her, but he had yet to make a move towards her, instead just standing there, silent, as the other ninja ravaged Kurenai’s replica.

It was a strange feeling, watching a clone of herself be rape and feeling the effects on her own body although she herself was not actually being penetrated. Kurenai’s breathing quickened again as she felt arousal build within her. She felt a pinching and pressing sensation on her nipples, and didn’t even have to look to know that that was what the ninja was doing to her clone. Sweat beaded on her forehead as she felt her body get hotter and hotter, her back arching against the bonds holding her down, pleasure permeating from below.

The ninja in front of her finally started to move towards her body. He gripped Kurenai at the waist, and with a swift motion inserted himself, working at a steady tempo. Behind him, the other ninja started thrusting at a much faster tempo, and Kurenai gasped silently as she felt the combination of the two tempos on her pussy. She could feel a rapid, abrasive, and almost bruising force thrusting into her, yet also feel the slow, determined rubbing pressing predominantly on her clit. The ninja raping her reached up and massaged her breasts and nipples slowly, while his counterpart began a cruel and methodical twisting and pulling on the other Kurenai. The kunoichi felt both the pain as well as the gentle teasing, both combining into an overwhelming sea of pleasure. She could feel the buildup inside her become twice as fast as a result of the doubled efforts, and thrashed in her bonds, not so much to escape this time, but to try anything to bring herself over the edge, to which she was close to.

Without warning, Kurenai felt another warmness flood her inner walls, pulsing and flowing up past her cervix. The pulses accompanied the quick thrusting rhythm she felt, and after a moment, that sensation disappeared as she saw the ninja banging her clone draw himself out. A moment later, another flush of warmth, and the member in Kurenai pulsed as well, sending another stream into her. Kurenai’s breath was ragged, but hitched as the ninja in her pulled himself out, again leaving her at the brink of an orgasm but unable to go over board. Kurenai’s body screamed for release, even as she felt the warm semen exit her pussy, dribbling past her raised and spread legs and collecting at the bottom of her round buttocks, hanging there precariously before dripping silently onto the floor. The world faded to black…

Kurenai was once again bound to the tree, still in the same spread legged position. Her body had lost all traces of the arousal from earlier, although her mind was still screaming for the release. She looked around her into the red and black world about her. The spectacle before her stunned Kurenai. There must be around a thousand trees before her, stretching to the very limit of her view. On each tree was bound a clone of herself, in front of which stood a ninja wearing an animal mask. A cold voice brought her eyes to the man in front of her. It was Itachi.

“My my, you are a dirty women, Kurenai-san,” said Itachi. He reached under Kurenai, prodded her pussy, and came away with a mix of semen and vaginal juices. He brought them to Kurenai’s mouth. “Would you like a taste?”

“Stop it!” Kurenai shouted, her voice suddenly returning to her. “Stop it you…demented…perverted…just…stop it!”

“Ah but you don’t want me to stop,” said Itachi “After all, I am but conserving my chakra, and all of this is actually your own making, Kurenai-san. What you have felt, and what you will feel for the time to come, is all but a piece of your inner self. It does appear that in your darkest dreams, you have been quite naughty.”

“NO! I… how can this be possible” Kurenai fought back, her face flushed. Wordlessly, Itachi reached back down, and with a finger, merely touched Kurenai’s clitoris.

Kurenai screamed in pleasure as her body went from complete complacency into a full fledged wrenching orgasm, every muscle and sinew within her tensing as bliss washed over her like a warm fire. She could feel her pussy clench, and blushed deeply when her own cum began flowing down to mix with the semen within her.

“Ah, you may not think such thoughts consciously, but it appears that your subconscious mind has begged for this kind of release ever since you found love…Asuma-san, am I right?” Itachi’s words brought another blush to Kurenai. Her relationship with Asuma as been developing for some time. While both acted strictly platonic in each others presence, too shy to make the romance official, Kurenai had often wished that Asuma and she could let all pretenses drop and make their customary outings real dates. Is this what I really want from Asuma?! Kurenai thought, shocked that her mind could be so unclean.

“As I’ve said, I control both your five senses as well as the passage time in this world created by Tsukuyomi. You will remain in this world for three days, with one second passing for every time you orgasm. But don’t think you’ll be able to reach satisfaction so easily, Kurenai-san, as I’ve made sure that the threshold for pleasure within you have been multiplied by ten thousand fold. So even with a thousand of you being administered to you will take ten times longer than normal to reach orgasm, at the very best.” With that, Itachi faded into the air, and in his spot appeared yet another generic masked ninja. “oh” his voice echoed “As a parting gift, as this is the last time you’ll see me in this illusion, I’ve left my own twist on what I think you should experience with your body…”

Oh my god, that was only one second in three days…how much longer…

A stabbing pain suddenly emanated from Kurenai’s pussy, and she started to scream before realizing that her speech has been muted once again, her eyes fixed open. The ninja next to the nearest copy of her had unsheathed a katana, and was slowly sliding the weapon up into the Kurenai he was assigned to. The razor sharp blade was facing down, and as it entered the body of its target, began slicing into her walls. Kurenai watched, and felt in agony, as inches after inches of the blade disappeared into the body, her body. She could feel every excruciating bit of the blade’s progress as it reached the limit of her vagina and, not stopping there, cut right past her cervix and into her womb, hitting the roof and stabbing right through it. The ninja did not stop until his weapon was embedded to the hilt, upon which vines grew from the tree near the buttocks of the victim and secured the blade in place. By then the tip of the blade had reached sternum, and was right where the esophagus should be. Kurenai’s saw her body shiver with the pain, and felt every bit of it as well.

The vines wrapped around her head forced her to look to the right, and nearby, Kurenai saw another ninja, this one with a handful of throwing spikes, his head level with the heaving breasts of his assigned Kurenai clone. The shinobi grasped the right breast of his target, the feeling not lost on Kurenai, and began forcing a spike into her nipple. Kurenai felt the sting, and tried to make the pent up scream escape as she felt the spike driven into her breast. Before she had time to ready herself, her other breast felt a spike enter it as well. Then more spikes were inserted in random and painful angles all over her breast. As a finale, the ninja took his last spike, and pierced the clitoris of his target.

The pain the Kurenai felt was unlike anything she’d ever known. Her silent shriek reverberated through her own head as her sensitive bud felt the piercing. Kurenai’s eyes started to roll back into their sockets, but an invisible force kept them from doing so, and the vines around her head forced it to the left, this time to another untouched copy of herself. Kurenai’s mind, cruelly clear even in her intense pain, wondered what kind of pain this one was about to inflict. It was almost a relief when she saw that what she was being forced to see was merely a conventional raping of herself, the ninja whipping out his manhood and entering his quarry, thrusting away fervently, his hands rigorously kneading the breasts in front of him. Kurenai’s body, racked with pain, became aroused in spite it, the clarity of every sensation permeating through her. The ninja in front of her entered her own body as well, jabbing away at her cunt. His head was skewed to the side, and as the vines straightened Kurenai’s head, she could see all of the ninja rapists and their respective copies of herself began sexual or sadistic acts.

Half of the ninja’s simply engaged in conventional sex, entering their prey with much lust, hands groping all over. But the other half engaged in various actions that Kurenai would have never dared to think of without breaking a blush. Some knelt down and began administering cunnilingus, their tongues slathering over the clits of their victims while fingers prodded and probed at inner walls. Others focused in suckling the nipples or taking entire breasts into their mouths, their hands wandering over the unoccupied breast or the dripping cunts of their targets, or both at once. Every individual act was experienced by Kurenai, driving her crazy as her arousal was taken past the heights of anything she had felt before, past the point when one would expect to cum, manifolds.

More pain was added into the mix as a small but lethal number of ninja embarked on a crusade to try every possible combination of sharp tools of the ninja trade and a women’s vagina and breasts. More katanas were stuck into Kurenai clones, spikes pierced through her nipples, breast and clitoris in every fathomable angle, some being chosen to be left stuck into her vagina part ways, then angled and driven into the flesh of the inner walls. Kunais thrown with painful accuracy, embedding themselves in her breasts. After the weapons had been expended, the ninjas would simply start to toy with the female body with all the tools still attached, toying with punctured clits, tugging on nipple piercing and slipping past the katana blades to grope the vaginal walls. The sadistic nature of these acts caused Kurenai to blush even further, if such was possible, humiliated that every thinkable way of using her body was being displayed for her in front of her very eyes.

The ninja inside Kurenai exploded first, adding his cum to the mix already injected into her. He pulled out, lowering his jaw to suckle on Kurenai’s right nipple. Suddenly, she felt a hot pressure build within her, accompanied with the immaculate pulsations of every single cock that she was receiving simultaneously. Like a balloon, this pressure build, into a inferno within her, then exploded all at once. Kurenai was forced to look down, and saw her pussy lips spread apart as a torrent of cum shot out of her, splaying onto the black ground and forming a rapidly expanding white puddle there. She realized with a start that what had transpired was that every time a ninja cummed inside one of her clones, the cum would still appear inside Kurenai’s own body. As there must be around five hundred of such rapings occurring simultaneously, the volume of cum Kurenai was receiving was quite hefty.

The feeling of hundreds of cocks being withdrawn made Kurenai wail in silence, as she had yet to cum, although the height to which her arousal had been taken was so extraordinarily high that Kurenai felt for sure that if she were to orgasm at this point, it would take hours for it to end. She felt yet more pain, and saw all of the sharp utensils pulled out of herselves. The ninja’s disappeared, a new batch replacing them, and the process started all over again…

If any, the second orgasm for Kurenai must have taken ten hours to finally happen, although her normal mind had been driven almost insane by then. Everytime there was an interlude between the last group of ninjas and the next, the heat within Kurenai would lower, yet still be so high above her normal threshold that she screamed for release. She knew clearly that it took a dozen such groups of ninjas to finally make her body orgasm, although the length of time which this orgasm lasted was incomprehensible. To Kurenai, her body might as well have been seizing up and releasing cum for hours, like falling off of a cliff of a mountain which she had been taken to, a mountain so high it broke the clouds, underneath which lies an abyss so deep light never hit the bottom.

But hit the bottom Kurenai did, and when she finally stopped her spasms, her body ached with an intensity that made her wish for the infinite time that Itachi had simply killed her.

“The would be two seconds in three days” Itachi’s voice came.

Oh god

Then the long line of repetitions began…