A Snake's Cherry Blossom

Warning: This story will contain some hardcore hentai themes and will probably have a lemon or two in every chapter, so if you can't handle it or find lemons disgusting...stop reading now.


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Her fate was sealed.

She had been rudely awakened from her slumber, and was being dragged down the dark, dirty streets of her hometown. Her demon of a father shoved her into what seemed to be a broken-down pub. She only had just a moment to glance around and see what kind of a filthy place the pub was, before being dragged over to a cramped, dark corner where an old man sat patiently.


His teeth were all rotted and yellow, his greasy, white hair, long and frayed and his smile crooked and fierce. She shivered at the leer the ugly old man sent her and looked away, still trying to hear what was being whispered back and forth between him and her demon father.


“Aye reckons she’s a beauty, ain’t she? Tarl, you a lucky bastard for keeping her locked away alls this time!” The old man spat, clapping her father on the shoulder. Her father grinned and clapped the old man back.


“Now see here Bordan, my baby girl is one of a kind and will not go off with just anyone. Isn’t that right, Sakura?” Sakura snapped to attention and nodded, trying not to look the men in the eyes. After being addressed, she almost immediately went back to staring at her bare feet, an embarrassed blush, beginning to spread across her flushed features.


“Names me a price for that perty lass and Aye reckon I take her off yer hands. I knows me lord would be such a happy fella for receiving such a perty fine young woman such as her.” As the old man said this, he reached forward and cupped Sakura’s cheek. Sakura could feel the bile rising up her throat. She could not believe her ears, she was going to be sold! How could her father do this to her?



Sakura was so lost in thought, she didn’t hear the rest of the conversation that had just sealed her fate. She was snapped out of her thought process by a dirty, wrinkly hand grabbing her left breast and squeezing it hard. Sakura yelped as the old man continued to grope her chest through her thin white night gown. His grin getting wider even more every time she gasped or yelped at the contact.


“Little flower, little flower, guess what little flower? Aye be bringing ya homes to me lord as a birthday present! Hae willa be proud to find out that lil old me bought you, a perty fine catch if ya ask me.” The old man whispered loudly in Sakura’s ear. He had stopped groping her only a moment before when he paused and told her what would become of her. Sakura looked at the old man in fear, not knowing what was in store for her as said old man cackled in delight.

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Sakura whimpered quietly as she found herself in a beautiful palace, kneeling before a man that resembled a snake. He was pale as chalk, and had yellow slits for eyes that just screamed authority. His long black hair fell in a straight line down his back, stopping at his waist. He was dressed in silver and black robes that fitted loosely and complimented his whole appearance. Sakura could only stare on in awe of this strange man.


“Lord Orochimaru,” The old man spoke with respect, “I have brought yer a birthday gift from mes and the boys. Hope you like her. She’s a perty fine catch if you ask me, my lord.” The old man bowed and left, but not before receiving a nod from the snake man.


“Tell me your name…girl.” The snake man, spoke curtly. Sakura blushed before answering timidly, “My name…my name is Sakura sir.” She immediately looked down, still kneeling. “Is that so? Hmmm…fits you well, my little cherry blossom.” The snake man smirked as Sakura’s face become even redder than before.


Sakura felt him walk closer, his eyes boring holes into her skull. “Listen up Sakura-chan,” The snake man sneered, “I am Lord Orochimaru…your new master and you my little cherry blossom…are my new toy.” Sakura looked up in shock, watching as her new ‘master’ smirked evilly. He put his hand under her chin, making her look at him eye to eye.


“As my new toy, you will have rules to follow at all times no matter what. Do you understand?” Sakura tried to nod and bit back a scream. What was her master gunna make her do? “Rule number one…You will address me as Master and nothing more. Rule number two…clothes,” At this point Orochimaru had painfully pulled Sakura up by her chin, his other hand ripping her night gown off and leaving her standing in the nude. Sakura eeped and tried to cover herself up, but immediately stopped when her Master sent her a glare.


Sakura had never slept with underwear on. In fact, she had never owned a pair in her entire life. Her Master continued listing off the rules that she was to follow. “Are strictly forbidden for you to ever wear again. You will walk around proudly showing your body off to anyone in my palace, whether they are a guest or a servant. It will symbolize that you belong to me.” Sakura felt the beginning of tears start to fall down her porcelain face.


“Rule number three…you will obey every command I send at you no matter how crazy or how unreasonable it is. For example if I tell you to break your leg, you will do it immediately. Understand?” Sakura nodded and replied sadly, “Y-yes…Master.” Orochimaru nodded in approval. “And finally…rule number four…you are to live with me in my chambers. Now come along. We have a lot to do, my little cherry blossom.” Sakura followed her Master obediently, observing the paths that they took to get to her Master’s ‘chambers’.


As it turned out, her master’s chambers were actually a dungeon. She could see a canopy bed with black satin sheets in the far left corner, while the rest of the room was filled with torture devices. Sakura looked up at her Master questioningly, silently asking him about his equipment scattered all over the place. Orochimaru didn’t seem to notice her look or if he had, he did not show it and definitely didn’t care.


“Sakura…come here.” Her Master motioned her to come forward and she did almost immediately. “Lift your hands up…high to the sky now and keep looking forward.” She did as she was told and felt cold objects wrap around and close shut on her wrists. Sakura watched as her Master took a few steps back to survey his work. She was now hanging from chains, her plump, breasts bouncing as she breathed, her hands tightly secured high above her head in the chains.


Sakura could still feel the tears sliding down her face. This was her destiny. She was destined to be a slave, a simple sex toy to her Master and there was nothing she could do about it.

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And there it is. The first installment of A Snake's Cherry Blossom. If you feel it is a bit rushed, please feel free to say so. I have to be honest with you all...I am a bit of a review whore, so if you could, please review and tell me what you think so far of this story. I'll hopefully be able to post the next chapter soon. Ja, ne!