My Master, My Slave

This story is pretty dark in parts, but it seems stuck in my head lately, so I'm writing it down.

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Itachi entered his room in the current Akatsuki hide-out, throwing his black and red cloak over the back of the chair next to the door, looking down at the kneeling figure waiting in front of him, “how is my little blonde slave today?”



“I am perfect now that you are here, master” said the figure, not moving from his position on his knees with his face pressed to the cold stone floor under him.



Seeing the deep bloody teeth marks on the shoulder and the drying thick white substance drying on the back he grinned sardonically “I see my partner has been by before his mission.”



“Yes, master, he told me not to bathe until you ordered so.”



“Good. He is the only one other than me allowed to use you my slave, the others get too carried away and damage you when I am not here to protect you, you know this. It is why you must tell me if they even enter this room.” the figure nodded and murmured an “yes master” while trying to repress the shiver of terror at the memory of the last time it had happened.



 He had been kidnapped by the Akatsuki, taken from his friends protection and spirited away. They had taken what they wanted from him, the nine-tailed beast, but somehow he had lived unlike the others before him, more than that, he had retained his increased healing. Left with an living person, not an corpse, the group had been puzzled over what to do with him. They couldn’t release him, he would immediately run to his allies and give away their location and plans, they couldn’t kill him, he seemed to heal any stab wounds or efforts to kill him-more than that, if they tried to kill him, it seemed even separated from his tenant he was connected to him. Every time they tried to kill him, they almost lost the spirit as well, meaning if they wished to use it for their purposes they not only had to keep him alive, but under their control.



They had locked him in a cell deep in the bowls of the hide-out.



Itachi had been the only one who continued to feed the prisoner, forcing him via the effects of an genjutsu to eat and drink everything and even occasionally washing the boy down as he hung from the roof  naked by his wrists, an gag and blindfold an almost permanent part of him due to Pein sick of his constant yells and curses, only removed so Itachi could lock eyes and feed him.



Despite Itachi calmly warning him not to push the red head he continued to do so. “what’s he gonna do to me that he already hasn’t, huh?!” he asked in stubborn naive’.



“There are worse things than you know” he said calmly, “he is an expert in pain. If you wish to live I would shut your antagonizing and be extremely careful with him.”



“Feh” he snorted “he can’t kill me or he looses Kyuubi.”



“You were warned” Itachi said softly as he replaced the gag and left with the empty dishes.





Two weeks after his first capture Itachi was one day returning to the dungeons to feed him when he heard it. Grunts of lust, pleasure and anger, the slapping of flesh on flesh and muffled shrieks of pain and horror.



Suspecting what was happening and placing the dishes on an nearby bench he slid back the panel in the door and looked inside.



Still hanging from the ceiling naked, blindfolded and gagged the boy’s back was bent while his butt was in the air. The blindfold was wet with his tears, he was biting the gag between screams. Behind him stood an red head, pants around his ankles and hands locked around the boy’s hips, holding him there.



The boy’s body was jerked violently as the red head thrust forward with his hips towards the hanging form, entire form thrown forward and the chains rattling on his wrists and the ankle ones driven into the floor, meaning his body could only go so far, allowing the thrusting form behind him to have limit on the way the blonde could move, allowing him to pierce the body in front of him with such force the boy would scream behind the gag.



He watched the red head fuck the blonde violently, using the naked helpless body to take out all his anger, pain, lust and feelings of superiority. While he pounded inside that tight little hole he spoke between grunts and moans to the boy, sometimes in his ear, sometimes he would pull the boy up almost standing so he could pound deeper inside him.



“You see, boy, what you get for pushing me?! This is your punishment for your defiance. You are mine, my toy now and I am the first to fuck you, but won’t be the last. Imagine, being the fucktoy for the Akatsuki, oooohhhh Kaaammmiii, your ass is so tight, so hot, It squeezes me hard as I use your body for it’s only purpose. Take your punishment, boy!!” he sped up, going harder and faster, making the boy’s shriek behind the gag go louder and broken by the increasing pain. He suddenly drew out, groin bloody, and pulled the ankle and wrists off their hooks and with the chain still binding him, turned the boy around, adjusting the wrist chains so they would hook to two rings on the nearest wall spread eagled and before the boy could struggle he had slammed him back to the wall and in a move only a ninja could get away with also slammed ball deep inside him again at the same instant.



The scream he got echoed through the dungeon even through the gag.



Locking the boy’s chained ankles around his hips he moaned lustfully “oooohhhh yyyeeeaahhh, that’s it, perfect.” He leaned forward, using the wall behind the naked blonde to power his hips to thrust deeper and harder, speeding like a trip hammer inside him. “You disserve this” he would moan out between full violent thrusts “you’re no longer who you thought you were, you never WAS who you thought you were. You were always ours from the moment you were born, you held the demon for us to claim and now we are claiming our property. You live to be our little toy, our little sex slave, you only need to be fully trained and claimed. Take my cock, slave, take my rod of ownership. Oh Kami....you feel so tight, so good, your screams only make me want more, your tears and Pain are my way to the new world.”



He twisted his hips, going deeper, harder, “scream for me, cry, you are my way to the new world!” going more violent than Itachi could even imagine.



Suddenly his head snapped up and he saw the Uchiha standing there watching him.



“Leave us, Itachi” he said calmly, even if his pace increased in arousal of the man watching him.



The Uchiha nods once and obeys, ignoring the screams and grunts following him up.



About six hours later he came across an showered and neat Pein in the hallways. “arh, Itachi, I was looking for you.” The Uchiha stopped and waited for his words. The man made an casual wave at the dungeon “you may clean up our prisoner and feed him now. When you have finished I will be calling an meeting of all primary Akatsuki members who aren’t on missions in a few hours. You are included.” He then described how he wanted the boy to be chained and ‘prepared’ for later in the cell once clean.



“Yes leader” the Uchiha nodded and left to gather supplies for the care and clean up.



When he entered the cell he found the walls, floor and only wooden bench stained in blood and semen, the boy curled into a ball of pain, shock and horror, chains still binding his hands and feet in the center of the cell, body shaking and shuddering in tremors of agony and silent crying.



Crouching by the boy’s side he removed the blindfold and gag, knowing the boy would be unable to talk by now and forced to loosen the two bindings with some water as the dried tears and semen stuck it to his skin. Blinking dazedly up at the man the boy looked at him, all the pleading and longing in the world in them, silently asking him what his voice couldn’t. His lips parted and blood and semen stained his lips and teeth, meaning at some point Pein had forced the boy to swallow his seed.



The man ignored this, cleaning the boy’s body up calmly of all the blood and other fluids, ignoring the weak whimper and attempted shrinking away as he cleaned out his torn but healing ass with an enema and after he was clean again he locked eyes and forced him to eat and drink as normal.



He then, while they boy was docile, unchained him and made him follow him to the next cell to lock him inside so he could use an water jutsu to completely clean the entire room. Next an wind and fire jutsu together dried the stained water out so he could then return the body to his room again. He directed the boy to an odd chair. The seat of the chair bore an thick and long circular object standing up from it, metal clamps on the arms and legs of the heavy metal chair and an piece of wood behind the head baring an helmet-like device strapped to it.



The black haired man with red Sharingan eyes guided the boy to the chair, positioning him to the part sticking up in the seat, guiding him into sitting position above until he was perfectly perched, then with one thrust pushed him down completely.



“Aaaarrrhhhh!” the boy managed to scream from a throat torn from earlier as he felt the object invade him in the same place and way the red head had just hours before. Broken from his trance by the pain, Itachi was quick to clamp all the binds around him to keep the boy from moving off or away, then after tightening the ones around his neck to keep his head in place he locked eyes with the helpless boy again. Bypassing the boys own will he took control of a certain body-part, forcing it to react.



To this he attached another strap close to the base and forced it with an hypnotic command to stay that way until the red head willed it otherwise. He freed the boy from his control then and before he could protest the helmet was over his head and tightened by bands to keep his head up and blinded by the darkness inside.



However soon an image came onto the inside, one that no one but Itachi would know about, an image that would implant knowledge and commands while the boy sat there, helpless.



The Uchiha left him there then.



A few hours later the criminal organization met under Pein’s command. In the meeting was Deidara, Sassori, Itachi, Kisame, Hidan, Tobi, Konan, Zetsu and Pein himself.



“I have decided the fate of our prisoner” he told them “after experiencing his sweet ass for myself and how it felt so tight and good, I decided he will from now on be our toy, to fuck whenever and however we want. His healing factor allows him to survive almost every punishment we deem on his body and once he breaks he will be the perfect place to dump all our lusts and arousal, our willing toy. Even if there was an slim chance of his friends finding him, he will be so addicted to us and our violation and violence on him, he’ll escape as soon as he can and return to us, groveling and begging us to use him again!” He laughed loudly. “he is our way through the pain to the new world, our vessel for our pain and lusts and the way.”



The others looked at each other and Sassori leered.



“I have a better idea” Itachi said smoothly, “a beat, if you will.”



“Yeah?” Hidan said “and what the fuck would that be, Uchiha?”



“We each take turns fucking the boy. Whoever breaks him will own him for the rest of his-or their-life. He will be their own personal slave. No using jutsu’s or genjutsu’s, kekki genkai’s not allowed either, just pure fucking talent. Torture is allowed within the bonds of the fuck, not otherwise. They have two days each to attempt this.”



Pein frowned “it would be unfair to the others to be unable to take their lusts out on the toy, Itachi. That is unfair.”



“How about this then. Once a month the new owner will be required to allow the rest of the primary here to use the slave, under supervision of course to ensure no permanent damage befalls his property” he looked to the leader “the leader of the Akatsuki will get TWO monthly visits, of course. To prove my good will, I will go last.”



“Sounds fucking fair to me” Hidan grinned evilly, convinced he would win “as long as I get to use the fucker when I want, how I want.”



“I agree” Konan said.

“Me too unn” Deidara added.

“And I” Kisame said.



Soon all had agreed, leaving Pein no choice. “Then it’s agreed. The one who breaks the toy and fully enslaves his will, no hesitation and no self left, will own him, but allow visits by the others. Itachi will go last and clean up after each session.”



The group nodded the red head looking to the Uchiha “did you leave him as I asked?”



Itachi nodded this time “yes leader.”



“Good” he nodded “then Konan will go first, followed by....” they started to organize who would go when, Kisame calmly stating he had no interest in an sex slave and would be content with his monthly visit.