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On this day, Sakura's master had taken her to the communal area of the Akatsuki hideout. There, they would encounter many more Akatsuki members on route to different destinations. Given her position, completely unclothed beside her master, Sasori, Sakura was uncertain about what to expect. Conversely, Sasori seemed somewhat impassive and indifferent to his surroundings. He immediately sat down on the chair underneath him and exhaled softly.
“They are sluggish today,” he said sarcastically. The absence of Deidara and his associate Tobi from their last job, despite his prior anticipation of their prompt return, exacerbated his agitation.
As Sakura saw a surge of rage from her master, she had a sensation of little dread. ‘What can I do to assist him in feeling more comfortable?’ She pondered within.
As his irritation intensified, he drummed his index fingers on the chair's armrest. His eyes narrowed as he observed the stone wall, expecting its forthcoming unsealing from the outside. Nonetheless, it remained unsealed.
Sakura's anxiety heightened when Sasori exhaled with irritation.
‘Should I remain inactive? The repercussions enforced by my master are uncertain!’ Sakura pondered, darting a fearful look at Sasori from the edge of her vision.
‘No! I cannot be passive! I must take action!’ Sakura contemplated with resolve in her heart.
She inhaled deeply, her lips parting as she prepared to implore her master to satisfy his concealed member. Before she could utter a word, a faint crackling indicated that the wall's seal had been breached. Sakura turned her attention towards the wall, seeing it parting for two hooded Akatsuki members. Due to the darkness outside, she was unable to discern which Akatsuki member was entering.
Sasori said impassively, "Leader and Konan."
“Sasori.” The head of the Akatsuki acknowledged, with a hint of astonishment. “What is your purpose for being here?”
“Are you present to greet our return?” He remarked it with sarcasm, accompanied by a little laugh. “Such hospitality is unnecessary.”
‘Oh Lord, this is my inaugural encounter with both the Akatsuki leader and his associate.’ Sakura contemplated with dread; her anxiety intensified in her gut. A fleeting notion briefly crossed her thoughts. ‘The outside gate is open! Perhaps I could escape through it?!’
A glimmer of hope illuminated her gaze. 'Maybe I am no longer meant to be his human puppet?!
“That is incorrect, leader.” Sasori said impassively; however, his disquiet persisted due to Deidara and Tobi's failure to return as anticipated.
“I am here to demonstrate to the rest of the Akatsuki who is Sakura’s exclusive master," he said composedly, gesturing to his left. The Akatsuki chief and his partner's eyes followed the motion of Sasori's hand, ultimately resting on the unclothed Haruno Sakura, who trembled in terror under their ominous stares.
He arched an eyebrow at his assertion, “And how do you intend to demonstrate that, precisely?” He inquired while observing Sakura's form, noting the prominence of her nipples and her hands concealing her intimate parts.
“Like this,” he said with a somewhat indifferent look settling down on his face. “Come, doll."
Sakura inhaled deeply, acutely aware of the two freshly formed figures scrutinizing her every movement, examining her from head to toe. “Yes, master.”
She advanced three steps towards her master, positioning herself directly next to him, allowing him ample access to her genitalia as she stood and he sat. Sasori gently pressed his index finger on her clitoral region, eliciting a sigh in response to his touch. “Haaah… “
“Are you planning to display your slave to your Akatsuki leader?” He said with a sinister gleam in his eyes. “I concede, your servant is exquisite, Sasori. However, I possess no interest in her. "
“But I do,” a gentle voice indicated from behind him as she advanced a few steps, allowing the candlelight to illuminate her delicate, dark blue hair and feminine features.
Sakura inhaled sharply at seeing the stunning lady before her; she had only encountered sketchy rumors of the existence of a singular female among the whole Akatsuki group. She stood directly before her, scrutinizing her form, igniting a sense of exhilaration throughout her body.
Sasori tilted his head to observe Sakura as he felt her fluids beginning to flow from her vagina and soil his palm. Sakura tensed as she felt her master's penetrating gaze; she was certain that he recognized her arousal of their observation of her exposed form.
‘Oh no, oh no, he’s going to punish me now,' Sakura thought frantically.
Sasori's finger descended from her clitoris and into her vagina, exploring and sensing her inside. "Doll, you are rather damp."
Sakura exhaled furiously, becoming further aroused as he inserted his finger deeply into her moist cavity. She was unable to deceive him, since he would immediately discern the falsehood; she could alone convey the truth. “I sincerely apologize, master... My aroused state was involuntarily stimulated by their intense gazes.”
“Is that so, Sakura? Are you so sexually insatiable that you want the physical contact of others?" She swallowed as she perceived the irate inflection of his voice brushing against her side, his finger penetrating farther into her vagina.
“Haaah…” She moaned softly, getting wetter. “Y-yes m-master!”
“I desire all of them to make physical contact with me, master, so that you may chastise me and supersede their touches!” Sakura gasped, moving her pelvis on his finger, penetrating her vaginal opening, increasing her arousal.
At this juncture, she was indifferent about who would engage with her sexually. However, due to her master, she was always preoccupied with sexual thoughts and had intense arousal at all times.
“However, master, haaah… You are the one who, hmmm… caused me to become this way! I am experiencing heightened arousal because of you." Sakura spoke under labored gasps.
“Hmm, “Sasori redirected his gaze forward, seeming contemplative, as if he were deliberating her suggestion, his finger still embedded inside her.
After a period of profound stillness, Sasori continued to contemplate the request made by his exquisite pink-haired human puppet. A loud explosion resonated through the area, indicating that the seal on the stone wall was being breached once again, accompanied by the emergence of two further Akatsuki members.
“Huff, curse you, Tobi, huff, huh," Deidara glared at his disguised companion, his body adorned with several bruises over the surface.
"But Senpai!” Tobi protested with whines. This time, Tobi is not to blame! I attempted to prevent you!”
“Silence, yeah," Deidara said, his brow displaying prominent veins of anger.
At advancing farther into the hideout, the stone wall sealed itself, and Deidara stared in astonishment at seeing the leader and his blue-haired partner Konan, as well as Sasori and a bare Sakura obstructing his route to the narrow passages.
‘What is Danna up to now, hmmm?’ Deidara cast a dubious look at Sasori, but seeing no response from him in his present condition, it seemed that Sasori was engrossed in thought, Deidara noted to himself.
Deidara spotted Sasori's index finger inside Sakura's vagina, becoming saturated with her bodily fluids. Her provocative and lustful demeanor intensified his recollection of their sexual encounter beside a drugged Sasori. Deidara wanted to engage in sexual intercourse with her repeatedly; she was exceptionally tight for his erect penis. However, she was compelled to serve Sasori. “Unjust, hmm,” Deidara muttered to himself. “He could at the very least share.”
Tobi inclined his masked head and said in astonishment, “What are you doing, red-haired senpai!?”
Deidara grimaced at Tobi's boisterous tone and said tersely, "Not so loud, hmm."
“Sasori-senpai!” Tobi disregarded Deidara and articulated his inquiry with increased volume.
Tobi's words interrupted Sasori's serious deliberation, causing him to clench his teeth in irritation. A gloomy aura emanated from Sasori's body at being interrupted while considering his gorgeous slave's plea.
Deidara surveyed the group once again, mostly focusing on their leader and Konan. The leader was gazing blankly at Sasori, presumably awaiting his response. The blue-haired companion, however, maintained her attention fixed on Sakura's nudity, scrutinizing her with a lascivious stare.
‘I was unaware that Konan had an affinity for women,’ Deidara thought to himself. ‘It is not surprising that she consistently disregarded Hidan’s flirtatious advances towards her.’
He internally acknowledged, 'it is indeed rather logical, hmm.'
Sasori swiftly rose from his seat, capturing the attention of everyone present, and turned to Sakura, his human puppet, while his fingers remained inside her. With a menacing stare, he approached her face, his warm breath causing her flesh to tremble in fear. "Doll," he began, his voice, a rasping whisper laced with palpable menace, sending a chill down her spine. “I shall leave you here.”
Sasori promptly withdrew his index finger from her vagina, eliciting a squirm from Sakura, who urgently said, “No, master, please! Do not abandon me! Please!"
Sasori laughed softly. “And watch you become corrupted by other men?”
Sasori delicately placed his hand on one of her single breasts. “Doll, I prefer,'” he said, his voice becoming more intense as his hand firmly grasped her breast under his powerful palm. “to engage in sexual intercourse with you to the point of exhaustion thereafter.”
"You desire punishment, do you not?" He commented, his deep laughter echoing against the stone walls.
“Haaah… Maaster… Haaah…” Sakura exhaled softly, experiencing the enjoyable feeling intensifying between her legs, escalating her arousal.
“Good girl," he said, firmly grasping her shoulders and forcefully lowering her into the chair he had occupied earlier. He seized her legs and stretched them apart, proclaiming to the others in the room, “Haruno Sakura, my exquisite human puppet, will serve you for the remainder of this day.”
“Defile her, if you like," a sinister grin appeared on Sasori's face as he rested his hand on Sakura's abdomen, crimson chakra emanating from his palm. The words "Use my slave to your heart's content" appeared on her flesh in crimson ink.
Sakura saw the phrases inscribed on her belly, experiencing an intensified sense of depravity as further fluids began to seep out, staining her thighs and legs, while everyone present beheld her saturated intimate area.
"Sigh..." Sakura took a deep breath in, intensely aware of the probing gazes that were eating her naked figure, with her master positioned just behind her.
The word "Doll" was whispered softly into her ear by Sasori. "During my absence, ensure that you behave in an exemplary manner."
“Haaah... Y-yes, m-master!” She consented, her eyes half closed, indicating her desire further, as her whole body ached for physical stimulation. She desired for hands to explore her shape, pinch her nipples, hit her buttocks, and caress her pussyhole.
His voice became more menacing as he brushed across her earlobe and bit down roughly, drawing blood. "If you do not behave," he said. “You will feel discomfort in the future.”
Sakura could only swallow with trepidation at his assertion; should she resist their advances or attempt to flee, the repercussions would be severe. Who could anticipate the actions of the S-rank criminal Sasori against her? A tremor coursed down her spine as she mentally negated her thoughts. ‘No! Don’t be afraid! I have to escape and get back to Konoha, my home!’
His imposing presence gradually withdrew from her figure, and she could hear his muted footsteps resonating farther into one of the corridors of the hideout. Upon his departure, she exhaled in relief; she was finally liberated from her vicious master's dominion.
“Why are you looking so happy, hmm?" Deidara observed as he stood before her, gazing at her completely unclad and eager form. “Did you already forget what Danna said?”
He is correct; she ought not to have comfort in this circumstance! She must satisfy each Akatsuki member who arrives via this entrance to the hideout. She would need to provide service with her body.
As her expression shifted from serene to one of seriousness tinged with fear, Deidara nodded in agreement. “Exactly, hmm.”
The only other lady in the vacanity emerged to obstruct Deidara’s view of Sakura’s enticing figure. “Konan, please move aside.” Deidara glared at her, clearly irritated.
“No, I spotted her prior to you, Deidara,” she said in a matter-of-fact manner.
He could only exhale in reply, "Very well, hmm. Just make it quick."
Konan rolled her eyes; however, Deidara could not see them due to her back being turned towards him. She redirected her focus to the alluring, attractive, and aroused small lady positioned directly in front of her, with her bare legs splayed apart and her desirous green eyes imploring for attention.
“Sakura, you are rather aroused," she said with a sultry smile, lowering her gaze.
Sakura could just exhale with exertion. “P-please…” She urged softly, widening her legs to provide Konan with more access to her bare skin.
Konan looked at Sakura's pleas with a warm, inviting smile.
An unexpected touch on her shoulder drew a soft sigh from Konan as she turned to meet her partner's gaze, shifting her focus entirely to him. “Yes, Pein?”
“You have one hour with her; after that, we must move on to another task,” he replied smoothly, maintaining his unwavering stare on Konan's irritated expression for just over a minute.
She gently moved his hand aside, a soft hum escaping her lips as a bright smile spread across her face. “I know.” Pein offered a discreet glance her way before moving along an alternate route.
As the leader of the Akatsuki departed, the atmosphere shifted, leaving Sakura in the company of Konan, Deidara, and Tobi, each presence charged with intrigue and intensity.
And Konan, well, no one would dare to object, but she was taking the lead, with just one hour to savor the sweet essence of Sakura's cunt.
As the stillness enveloped Sakura, a thrilling shiver coursed through her body, igniting every nerve with anticipation. Her softness glistened, her peaks and sensitive bud stood firm, her tongue teasingly protruding in an enticing manner. She appeared tantalizingly disheveled, and indeed she was, yearning for the caress of another.
Taking more notice of Sakura's cravings only made Konan emit a soft, alluring purr. Konan's alluring voice caused Sakura's cheeks to flush with a deep crimson hue.
“It’s time to indulge,” Konan announced, and then she lowered her mouth between Sakura's legs, teasing her sensitive bud with a gentle nibble, eliciting a cry of pleasure from Sakura. “Mmmmmm!!!”
Passionate fluids coated Konan's tongue and face, leaving an irresistible sheen. “So sensitive,” she breathed, a sultry moan escaping her lips. “Mmm.”
“Fuck, hmm,” Deidara murmured, a sultry breath slipping from his lips. “So hot.”
Observing two women entwined in intimate connection was, surprisingly, the most alluring experience Deidara had ever encountered.
Sakura arched her back, her eyes fluttering shut as soft sighs slipped past her slightly parted lips. Konan was fully immersed in her, passionately licking, biting, and teasing her sensitive clit, while her hands explored the firmness of her nipples. And Deidara couldn't help but feel the undeniable pressure building beneath his pants. Fortunately, the flowing fabric of his Akatsuki cloak concealed the impressive outline beneath, leaving it hidden from view.
Deidara let out a low grunt, a mix of impatience and an irresistible thrill coursing through him. “Will you simply indulge in her lower mouth, hmm?”
With a playful smirk, Konan withdrew from Sakura’s glistening form, a soft chuckle escaping her lips. “Are you feeling a bit restless, Deidara?”
He responded truthfully, a soft, frustrated sound leaving his lips. "Oh yes, hmm.”
“Well,” she began, her voice soft and sultry, taking a moment to savor her thoughts before she continued. “You can just thrust deeply into her mouth.”
He paused for a moment, contemplating, before gracefully approaching Sakura’s exposed figure. He unbuttoned his cloak with a tantalizing ease, allowing the luxurious fabric to cascade gently onto the cool stone ground.
As he drew closer to her face, letting his trousers slip down to reveal himself to the cool air, Sakura tilted her head, parting her lips invitingly, her tongue poised and eager to savor him fully.
“Good girl, Sakura, hmm,“ he complimented her softly, his fingers tenderly cradling her head as he plunged himself deep into her mouth with a single, powerful thrust. Deidara let out a deep groan as he felt her tongue glide softly along the length of his cock, teasingly swirling around with a firm yet tender touch.
A voice filled with astonishment whispered mysteriously close to Deidara. “Tobi is utterly bewildered by the unfolding events!”
Deidara rolled his eyes, brushing aside Tobi’s irritation, as he concentrated on the woman who was enveloping him completely, savoring every inch of him with her mouth.
Tobi tilted his head to the side as he felt Sakura gently grasp one of his hands, guiding it to her solitary breast. “Do you desire Tobi's fingers to explore this spot?” He inquired, tilting his head slightly as Sakura shyly nodded, her lips still wrapped around Deidara’s impressive size.
He declared passionately, his fingers clasping her nipple with a surprising intensity that made her flinch; she had expected a softer caress, particularly as it seemed this was his inaugural experience with a woman's exposed body!
As Sakura quivered from the sudden, electrifying pinch of her nipple, one of her teeth grazed Deidara’s member, causing him to blink and cast a heated glare at Tobi. “Tobi, do it softly, hmm.”
“Softly?” Tobi's fingers glided through the back of his head, a thoughtful gesture that only intensified Deidara's simmering irritation with him.
Sakura delicately pressed her index finger against the sensitive nipple he had just caressed. The delicate tip of her finger glided around, applying a gentle pressure on the small, rosy bud.
“Ohhh! Tobi understands!” Tobi exclaimed with delight, moving onto the other free nipple.
Sakura smiled inwardly, feeling him pinch her nipple roughly, causing her soft groans to resonate against Deidara’s impressive length, which elicited a deep, heated grunt from him in response to the overwhelming sensation.
A sudden intrusion filled Sakura, causing her to gasp against Deidara, allowing him to penetrate deeper into her mouth. “Sakura, you wouldn’t dare to forget me so soon, would you?”
The object went in and out of her innerwalls, making her squirm and her whole body shake as an orgasm was slowly building up within her abdomen.
“Look at you, ready to come.” Konan breathed hotly against her snatch.
The object glided in and out of her depths, causing her to writhe and her entire body to tremble as a wave of pleasure began to swell within her core. “Look at you, poised for ecstasy.” Konan exhaled softly, her warm breath teasingly brushing against her most intimate area.
Tobi grasped both of Sakura’s nipples with a firm intensity, causing her to clench her mouth even more around Deidara’s shaft. Deidara let out a low grunt as he felt himself swell against her warm and inviting depths. Konan heightened the pace, driving the object deeper and more fervently within her. Sakura’s voice echoed against Deidara’s cock, intensifying as waves of pleasure flowed through her. Deidara's essence spilled forth, filling her mouth and intertwining with her depths.
As he withdrew, Deidara gripped his shaft, releasing a torrent of warmth across Sakura's flushed and panting face.
“Mmm… Mmm…” Sakura's heartbeat raced wildly, a thrilling crescendo echoing through her as waves of pleasure coursed over her; she felt utterly spent!
The sharp crack of stones shifting echoed through the air, drawing the gaze of the three Akatsuki members. Their heads turned in unison towards the entrance of the hideout, where four more figures of their organization stepped into the dimly lit space. Sakura remained lost in her thoughts, her breath still unsteady as she attempted to regain her composure after experiencing an overwhelming wave of pleasure.
“What do we have here, hahaha?” The rich, throaty laughter of one of the Akatsuki members filled the air, echoing with a playful allure.
“What the hell, why are you all having your way with the redhead’s slave?” Another responded with a frustrated expletive. “Wasn’t she supposed to be off limits?”
With a soft sigh escaping his lips, Deidara quickly adjusted his pants, the fabric clinging to his form as he wrapped his cloak around himself. He cast a lingering glance at Sakura, offering her a subtle wave before slipping away down one of the narrow paths. “That was absolutely delightful, hmm!”
“Deidara-senpai…Make sure you don’t forget Tobi!” Tobi called out, his voice echoing as he pursued the path left by his companion.
Konan turned her head to face the other Akatsuki members, a smirk playing on her lips, her face glistening with traces of Sakura’s essence. “She's all yours.”
Konan stood up with an alluring grace, moving closer to Sakura's face with a captivating elegance. She leaned down, her lips brushing softly against hers in a tender kiss. As she pressed her lips against Sakura's with an intoxicating intensity, her eyes danced with mischief, casting a sultry glance at the silver-haired figure, who could only stare back, his eyes widening in astonishment.
“What the fuck, that’s hot," he exclaimed, sensing the undeniable excitement building beneath his pants. For an extended period, the woman with striking blue hair had ensnared his attention, prompting him to make countless attempts to charm her and entice her into his embrace, yet she consistently overlooked his very presence. As the partner of their leader, he found himself restrained by an unspoken understanding, aware of the power he held over her yet choosing to refrain from imposing his strength, knowing he could easily dominate in a physical confrontation.
With a captivating slowness, she drew back from the passionate kiss with Sakura, a delicate strand of saliva connecting their lips. Konan’s gaze lingered, playfully enticing him. Her velvety voice enveloped the entire room. “You were such a good girl, Sakura.” Her tender presence soon departed from her exposed form, slipping away into one of the many welcoming pathways.
Sakura, still feeling disoriented, attempted to survey her surroundings, gasping as she noticed four Akatsuki members gazing down at her exposed figure with intense, ravenous stares. The silver-haired man, known as Hidan, had made several attempts to reach out to her, but each time, Sasori intervened, ensuring that his hands never made contact with her at all. Her gaze then fell enticingly on Hidan’s partner, Kakuzu. He, on the other hand, has found ways to explore her body intimately, letting the strands of his hair glide against her skin, teasingly delving into her most private places, and even using them to hush her moans!
‘Oh no, this is bad!’ Sakura reflected inwardly, gradually reclaiming her poise and vitality from the waves of pleasure that had just washed over her. ‘There’s absolutely no chance I can slip away now!’
Kakuzu stepped forward, positioning himself directly in front of her, his gaze fixed intently on her abdomen, an expressionless look etched across his face. “He’s allowing us to enjoy you however we desire.” He stated questionably, his hand hovering just above her drenched skin, teasingly close yet not making contact. Then Sakura gasped as Kakuzu’s hair strands began to writhe and ensnare her wrists and ankles, lifting her effortlessly into the air, while another strand deftly unbuttoned his pants, revealing his impressive cock
Hidan voiced his discontent with fervor at Kakuzu’s next action, “What the hell! Who says you can have her before I do, huh, Kakuzu?!?
“Silence, Hidan," he commanded, his voice steady as he dismissed his partner's presence. He had longed for the moment to immerse himself fully in Sakura’s depths, and now the opportunity lay before him; naturally, he would seize this moment and fill her completely, driving her wild with desire.
Kisame stepped forward, positioning himself beside Kakuzu, a playful grin spreading across his face. “At least allow me to enjoy her asshole, Kakuzu.”
"Fine," Kakuzu grunted in response, as he slowly guided Sakura’s entrance down towards the tip of his cock with his hair strands.
“What the hell!?!?” Hidan's voice rang out, cutting through the air as he called from behind the two other Akatsuki members. “What about me, you infuriating jerks!!” Yet, the two of them remained utterly indifferent to Hidan’s existence.
Her eyes glistened with unshed tears, a soft plea etched across her delicate features as she gazed at Kakuzu. “Oh, please, allow me a moment of rest!”
"No," Kakuzu said simply, driving her down onto his impressive length in a single, powerful thrust.
“Mmmmmmmmmm!!!” Sakura let out a gasp, her teeth grinding together; his size surpassed that of Deidara's. Then she felt a teasing sensation as the strands of his hair brushed against her asshole, gently exploring and stretching her hole in ways that sent shivers down her spine. “Enter her, Kisame.”
Kisame acknowledged with a nod and penetrated Sakura's anus forcefully, firmly grasping her waist, causing her to scream out in agony. “Ahhhhhh! No!"
Sakura tightened her fists, trying to endure the agonizing pain. While she had experienced anal stimulation before, she had never encountered the simultaneous penetration of two enormous phalluses in each of her orifices.
They both took her with intensity, their movements powerful and relentless, driving deep and fast, rhythmically entering and exiting her. The rhythmic collision of bodies reverberated through the space, accompanied by Sakura's anguished moans, while the two men expressed their satisfaction with deep, primal grunts.
Hidan observed the unfolding scene before him, his intense gaze piercing through the atmosphere. The two jerks completely overlooked his presence, igniting a fiery anger within him.
The fourth member, with his cascading raven locks, watched closely from the sidelines, his gaze steeped in an alluring emptiness. Sakura could sense his piercing gaze; his red sharingan eyes were fixated on her every reaction as the two impressive lengths penetrated her enticing depths and her soft gasps resonated against the stone walls, reverberating in the air.
The intensity of Uchiha Itachi's gaze, meticulously exploring her every expression, ignited a wildfire of desire within her. She had even envisioned of him once, and then later, the real him appeared, his hands exploring her, their bodies entwined in an intense embrace.
There was something about the way his eyes locked onto hers and the way his fingers brushed against her skin that left her feeling utterly exposed, perhaps because he was the older brother of the boy she once adored? She found herself irresistibly captivated by the allure of the raven-haired man.
Kakuzu and Kisame executed two last, forceful thrusts, simultaneously climaxing inside her, saturating her with their substantial release, prompting Sakura to scream as she too reached her peak, her essence enveloping both of them.
Sakura felt the vibrant energy within her ebb away, surrendering her to a profound and enticing slumber that enveloped her senses.
—-
Several hours later, Sakura yawned awake, feeling a warmth beneath her as she sensed a thick presence deep within her. “Wh-?” Sakura gasped as she felt two hands teasingly pinch both of her nipples, a heartbeat thrumming enticingly beneath her back.
“Fuck, bitch! You’re cunt got even tighter now!” Hidan rasped beneath her, his hips moving swiftly against her, each thrust accompanied by deep, primal sounds of pleasure.
“Haaah…. Oooohhh…!" Sakura gasped softly, her body swaying rhythmically with each movement.
The rhythmic sounds of their bodies echoed against the stone walls, intensifying Sakura's desire and arousal. Her essence flowed with an irresistible allure. Being tormented so much today by several different Akatsuki members made her feel like a living plaything, there to satisfy them all with her body. Somewhere deep within her mind, she found a thrill in the attention her body received, a stark contrast to the past when it had been a target of ridicule by the people of Konoha. Her chest, deemed too small, and her curves, considered too ample, had once made her feel out of place. Her former crush had cruelly labeled her as unattractive, branding her as worthless.
“It sucks that you are Sasori’s slave," Hidan murmured through his labored breaths. “You came so many fucking times as I fucked you when you were out of it.”
"Ugh," he let out a deep grunt, delivering one final thrust, filling her completely with his essence once more. “Fuck, konoha kunochi, you felt good. “
Sakura let out a soft sigh, sinking back against Hidan’s chest, her body relaxing into him as a wave of exhaustion washed over her, mingled with a hint of surprise at his unexpected announcement. Had he been with her in such an intimate way while she lay there, lost in her dreams? That was absolutely wild, and how on earth did she manage to stay asleep through all of that? Her body was undoubtedly weary, every curve and contour telling a story of fatigue.
A sudden warm and firm arm encircled her abdomen, holding her tightly as he inhaled the intoxicating scent of her hair, his nose grazing the delicate curve of her neck. Her eyes widened in surprise, and the newly discovered ticklish sensation danced across her skin. Sakura stifled a soft, playful giggle that threatened to slip past her sealed lips.
And then, after an unsettling silence, she felt the gentle rhythm of his soft snores resonating beneath her body. He lay in a deep slumber, drawing himself even nearer to her bare skin.
“He’s asleep,” she whirled with a hint of playful sarcasm to herself.
A soft, weary sigh slipped from her lips as her gaze drifted upward to the cool, textured stone ceiling above. ‘This was absolutely insane.’ She mused. 'I announced Sasori as my master, ensuring that he would neither punish nor take my life. We battled side by side, Chiyo-basama and I, against him, but in the end, he emerged victorious and claimed me for himself.'
Sakura let out a weary sigh, her breath heavy with fatigue. 'He's a wild force that dominates me, igniting every nerve in my body with an electrifying intensity. If I had the chance, I would have slipped away from this place long ago, but alas, I am unable to do so. If only Konoha could find me soon, as they were surely on search for me, weren't they?'
Sakura fluttered her lashes, drawing herself back into her contemplative reverie. 'And the most intriguing part is that I'm becoming accustomed to every little detail here. Honestly, I'm really embracing my lust at this stage. '
Sakura arched her back, her delicate fingers brushing against Hidan's heavy arm as she tried to free herself from his possessive grip, but her efforts were in vain.
‘I’m not ready to surrender my sanity just yet; I only need to play the part and deceive him—and myself—for a little while longer until they arrive to rescue me.’ Sakura let out a soft sigh, a hint of satisfaction curling her lips as she closed her eyes, trying to surrender to the embrace of sleep once again, her body still tingling and taut from the events of the day. But just as she was about to surrender to the embrace of sleep, a sultry voice pulled her back into the present time.
“Kunochi, I still haven’t had my way with you yet," the dangerously alluring voice of Uchiha Itachi caressed her ears like a soft whisper, sending shivers down her spine.
“I-Itachi…” Sakura gasped, his face inches from her own, his red sharingan eyes captivating her green ones in a mesmerizing moment.
Her gaze was entwined with his, as if she were caught in a captivating spell, entranced by the mesmerizing allure of his sharingan eyes. Unable to tear her gaze away, she watched as his striking eyelids slowly descended, concealing his captivating eyes from her view. Instinctively, she tilted her head slightly to the left, a flush of embarrassment washing over her as she realized just how close his desirable face was to hers. But no, he had no intention of letting her slip away as he firmly grasped her chin, compelling her to gaze into his strikingly handsome face. His eyes remained closed, and his lips were slightly parted, leaving Sakura curious about his intentions. And then she felt it, his mouth crashing against hers, pulling her in with a fervor that left her breathless, granting him the opportunity to explore the depths of her mouth with his tongue.
“Hmghfmhgf!!” Sakura's lips were sealed by Itachi's, sending a shiver through her body, while Hidan remained firmly within her, intensifying the moment. Even after releasing himself inside her, he did not pull away. He held her close, his grip firm and unyielding, leaving her with little chance to break free, and then, in an instant, bang! Itachi had emerged! Perhaps the Uchiha had been lingering in the shadows all along... Watching her sleeping figure being filled completely by Hidan's member. Sakura could only quiver at the thought. What drove Uchiha Itachi to watch her so closely as she shared an intimate moment with someone else? He mirrored the same movement as Deidara interacted with her beside a tranquil Sasori, while Uchiha Itachi watched from the darkness, taking in every moment of the unfolding scene.
‘He must have an intriguing obsession.' Sakura let out a soft, amusing chuckle in the depths of her thoughts.
Itachi pressed his lips deeper against hers, biting her bottom lip with an intensity that elicited a soft, pained moan, echoing between them as she fought to hold onto a defiant gaze. But was entranced by Itachi’s crimson sharingan eyes, which held her gaze with an intense, knowing allure.
Sakura's body trembled with desire in Itachi's hold, yearning for the intoxicating rush of fresh air to fill her lungs. This kiss enveloped her completely, leaving her breathless and empty of air.
Two delicate pairs of hands pressed firmly against his chest, pushing against his body in a fascinating effort to remove him, yet their attempts proved futile. Despite her failure, Uchiha Itachi withdrew from the passionate kiss, granting her a moment to inhale deeply, savoring the air she desperately craved.
“Haaah…”
“Haaah…. “
“Aaah…. . “
Sakura exhaled softly, savoring each deep breath as she filled her lungs with the refreshing air, feeling a sense of fulfillment wash over her.
“Did that push your limits, Sakura?” He teased her with a mischievous grin, reveling in the allure of his stunning features.
Sakura let out a sultry scoff, her eyes glinting with mischief, “You kissed me for an eternity, Itachi!”
“And I’m a human being, not a wild predator like you!” She sulked, her frustration simmering as he posed a question that seemed all too clear.
Itachi's hand lingered on her cheek, his fingers curling possessively around her skin, leaving a mark of intensity in their wake. “Where has that fear of yours vanished to, Kunochi?”
She swallowed hard, instantly sensing the magnetic pull of his intense and shadowy presence. This was Uchiha Itachi, for heaven's sake, yet she spoke to him with such an intimate familiarity, as if he were her beloved teammate Uzumaki Naruto! ‘Absolutely not, Sakura!’ She silently berated herself for her own foolishness.
As he noticed how her eyes flashed into one of fear, he smiled of approval. “Good girl. “ He then grabbed a hold of Hidan’s arm, which still embraced her body in a tight grasp, and tossed it to the side, so Sakura no longer was held captive in Hidan’s embrace.
Sakura exhaled quietly, a wave of relief washing over her as she offered him a quiet thank you. Just as she prepared to rise from Hidan's form beneath her, Itachi's hands found her waist, lifting her effortlessly into an upright position. Her body lingered above with Itachi’s hands secured at her waist, and Hidan’s impressively firm erection slipped from her depths.
Sakura was certain that Itachi would take her with an intensity that would leave her breathless, but he surprised her with a different approach. A smooth and inviting pressure lingered at the entrance of her anus, drawing her gaze downward; Uchiha Itachi was positioning her ass perfectly, aligning her with Hidan’s still-erect member, while Hidan remained blissfully unaware in his slumber.
“What are y-?" Sakura didn’t even have time to finish her sentence as Itachi pushed her ass right down onto Hidan’s still-erect cock, making Sakura cry out of pain.
“HAAAAAAAAAH!!!!!!” Sakura was unable to finish her sentence as Itachi forced her asshole over Hidan's still-erect penis, forcing her to scream in pain.
"Aaaaaaaaaah!" Her agonizing screams bounced once again through the stone walls, assuring that anybody around might hear her.
But that wasn’t the end of it; no, he pushed his firm member deep inside her cunt. Hidan’s member filled her rear while he remained in slumber, and now another was firmly lodged in her pussy.
“Mmm, that feels incredible, wow.” Hidan murmured drowsily, his hips instinctively rising, as if he were lost in a dream of intimate encounters.
“Oooooh!!” Sakura gasped as she felt Hidan's thrust penetrate her in a way that sent shivers down her spine, while Itachi's movements deepened within her, their rhythm quickening with each passionate push.
“Haaah….!”
“Ooooh…!”
“Hmmm…!”
Sakura panted, the pleasurable sounds of flesh meeting flesh resonating in the atmosphere. With her body completely spent, she nestled her head against Itachi’s chest, unbothered by the thoughts of how he might respond to her close gesture.
After a moment of intense pleasure with two massive members thrusting inside her rapidly, they finally released their essence, filling her completely and igniting her own climax, with her own sweet nectar cascading down. The pungent aroma of bodily fluids overwhelmed her senses, as her entire being was filled with the essence of seeds from numerous Akatsuki members. Sakura simply wanted this day to finish; she was content; they had all explored her and caressed her all over. Both of her openings were drenched with a viscous fluid, soft and yielding.
“That’s enough," the chilling tone of Sasori captured her focus; her head whipped around to meet his disinterested gaze, and a smile involuntarily crept onto her lips. He had come back; did this signal the end of this madness?
"Doll, come here." When he called for her, she hurried away from Hidan and Itachi, racing towards Sasori, but she faltered along the way as her body felt unsteady and tense. 'Oh no, if I fall now and bruise myself, he will get angry!'
Sakura tightly shut her eyes, preparing for impact, but instead she found herself enveloped in gentle arms, drawing her near to a broad chest. She slowly opened her eyes, filled with fear, and gasped as she became aware that Sasori had just taken her in his arms. Sasori was not looking at her; rather, he was fixated on the grim scene of her love fluids intertwined with the remnants of other men's sperm.
"My tainted human puppet," he remarked with disdain. "Are you content?"
She paused, contemplating which reply would satisfy him.
"So, you're making me wait, are you?" Sasori let out an exasperated groan.
In a state of panic, Sakura exclaimed urgently, “M-master!I will only find satisfaction with your cock and no one else."
“Wha-?” She blinked in bewilderment as she observed the corner of his lips lift into a subtle smile.
“Good girl,” Sasori praised her, gently tucking a few of her pink strands behind her left ear and meeting her gaze with tenderness.
In her absence, Sasori felt a profound longing for his human puppet, and each time her anguished cries and moans reverberated through the hideout, a deep-seated anger would course through him. However, it was at her own request to engage with every Akatsuki member, and thus he had permitted her, devising her punishment from the moment he intended to retrieve her. Nevertheless, taking into account that his human puppet was utterly fatigued, he decided to defer her punishment for a later occasion.
“We’re going back, come,” Sasori said, turning with elegance while holding Sakura securely in his arms as he led her deeper into the hideout.
Sakura looked at him in disbelief, her emerald eyes reflecting her shock. She anticipated that he would inflict pain upon her and then mend her wounds, but instead, he merely told her that she was a good girl.