Tortured Soul
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Category:
Naruto AU/AR › General
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
1
Views:
1,011
Reviews:
6
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own Naruto, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Tortured Soul
A/N:This is my first attempt to write something that is not humorous. I plan on revising this chapter more. I just wanted to get my idea written somewhere. There may be lemons in later chapters, depends on where the story goes. Any constructive criticism is appreciated. Let me know what you think so far.
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Chapter 1
Caught by one nation that is at war. I do not know if I should be happy to be here or not. I have been traveling for months and it seems that my journey has come to a halt. I am sitting in a darkened room. It smells like fear and blood. “Just what did I get myself into now?” I asked to no one in particular. I knew they were watching me. They were going to try torturing me. What they did not know about me is that I have a high tolerance for pain. I guess they will figure that out when they start. I know that they will strip me of my clothes, just because it adds to the experience of pain and humiliation.
I expected the one to interrogate me to be ugly and mean. I did not expect someone who tortures to be good looking. He was tall and muscular, though not in a bulky way. He was wearing an animal like mask. I could not guess the animal then. His dark shoulder length hair was pulled back in a ponytail. His clothes were black, the pants were loose fitting and the t-shirt hugged his muscles like a second skin. His hands were large and strong.
“Do you know who and what I am?” I asked quietly.
“You came from the Stone Nation. That is all we need to know”
I was given the choice of removing my own clothing or having them cut off. “Cut them off,” I answered, “There is no point in being nice to me.” The others in the room seemed a little surprised by that. The man pulled me to my feet and chained me in the center of the room. I felt the cold steel of the knife as it slipped into the collar of my shirt. I reveled in the feel of it. The slide of cold steel against my skin was unlike any other for my kind. As he cut my shirt the knife left a trail of fire in its wake. I felt my shirt slip from my body as it was cut away. I heard the gasps of surprise as my body was revealed to those in the room. I knew they were looking at the scars that riddled my body and the tattoo that stretched the length of my spine.
I heard the whip unravel. My body tensed in anticipation of the first burning slice of the whip. I heard the whip sing through the air just before it sliced into my skin. I screamed, but not in complete pain. It is always painful at first. I could feel pleasure start to spread through my body. With each lash, I could feel the line between pleasure and pain fade. I knew they could tell that something had changed in me. My screams of pain had turned to cries of pleasure. Suddenly the whip stopped singing through the air. Another man stepped in front of me. He wore no mask, and I could see the awe in his face. He went to the others, and I could here them all whispering to each other.
“She will not be broken by torture,” I heard him say, “She enjoys the pain to much.”
“I do not enjoy pain”, I said quietly.
“What do you call this then?” he asked as he roughly raked his fingers over my back, digging into the bloody welts there. He watched my reaction intensely. He saw the quick flare of pleasure in my eyes.
“Just because I was born like this does not mean that I enjoy it. I try to avoid people because of this.” I said. “How did I get here anyway?”
“You were found by one of our teams, they thought you were a shinobi from Stone Country.”
“Obviously they were wrong,” I said sarcastically. I could feel the numbness and pleasure begin to fade. I was going to be in a lot of pain in a little while. He sat me down on the chair I previously occupied. I looked around and noticed that the others had left. ‘When did that happen?’ I wondered.
I started to shake as my body came back to itself. I could feel every slice and welt left by the whip. I knew I was going to pass out soon. I got out of the chair and sat on the floor so I would not have far to fall. Then everything faded.
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Chapter 1
Caught by one nation that is at war. I do not know if I should be happy to be here or not. I have been traveling for months and it seems that my journey has come to a halt. I am sitting in a darkened room. It smells like fear and blood. “Just what did I get myself into now?” I asked to no one in particular. I knew they were watching me. They were going to try torturing me. What they did not know about me is that I have a high tolerance for pain. I guess they will figure that out when they start. I know that they will strip me of my clothes, just because it adds to the experience of pain and humiliation.
I expected the one to interrogate me to be ugly and mean. I did not expect someone who tortures to be good looking. He was tall and muscular, though not in a bulky way. He was wearing an animal like mask. I could not guess the animal then. His dark shoulder length hair was pulled back in a ponytail. His clothes were black, the pants were loose fitting and the t-shirt hugged his muscles like a second skin. His hands were large and strong.
“Do you know who and what I am?” I asked quietly.
“You came from the Stone Nation. That is all we need to know”
I was given the choice of removing my own clothing or having them cut off. “Cut them off,” I answered, “There is no point in being nice to me.” The others in the room seemed a little surprised by that. The man pulled me to my feet and chained me in the center of the room. I felt the cold steel of the knife as it slipped into the collar of my shirt. I reveled in the feel of it. The slide of cold steel against my skin was unlike any other for my kind. As he cut my shirt the knife left a trail of fire in its wake. I felt my shirt slip from my body as it was cut away. I heard the gasps of surprise as my body was revealed to those in the room. I knew they were looking at the scars that riddled my body and the tattoo that stretched the length of my spine.
I heard the whip unravel. My body tensed in anticipation of the first burning slice of the whip. I heard the whip sing through the air just before it sliced into my skin. I screamed, but not in complete pain. It is always painful at first. I could feel pleasure start to spread through my body. With each lash, I could feel the line between pleasure and pain fade. I knew they could tell that something had changed in me. My screams of pain had turned to cries of pleasure. Suddenly the whip stopped singing through the air. Another man stepped in front of me. He wore no mask, and I could see the awe in his face. He went to the others, and I could here them all whispering to each other.
“She will not be broken by torture,” I heard him say, “She enjoys the pain to much.”
“I do not enjoy pain”, I said quietly.
“What do you call this then?” he asked as he roughly raked his fingers over my back, digging into the bloody welts there. He watched my reaction intensely. He saw the quick flare of pleasure in my eyes.
“Just because I was born like this does not mean that I enjoy it. I try to avoid people because of this.” I said. “How did I get here anyway?”
“You were found by one of our teams, they thought you were a shinobi from Stone Country.”
“Obviously they were wrong,” I said sarcastically. I could feel the numbness and pleasure begin to fade. I was going to be in a lot of pain in a little while. He sat me down on the chair I previously occupied. I looked around and noticed that the others had left. ‘When did that happen?’ I wondered.
I started to shake as my body came back to itself. I could feel every slice and welt left by the whip. I knew I was going to pass out soon. I got out of the chair and sat on the floor so I would not have far to fall. Then everything faded.