Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto.
Rated R for: Graphic violence, adult language, adult situations, and sexual
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Tora stirred, confused as she looked around the large, dark stone
room she was in. She tried moving her arm and legs, but found them
shackled tightly to the wall behind her. Summoning all of her strength,
she resisted the capture, but found the metal chains to be inhumanly
strong, greater than her own strength. She hissed angrily in confusion and
looked around, sensing another person in the room.
"Tora-chan," purred Itachi as he appeared from the darkness.
"Welcome where?" Tora spat, and Itachi kicked her painfully hard in
"I'm in charge here, Tora-chan." Itachi smirked in sadistic mirth.
"Welcome to your private hell." Tora looked up at Itachi, confused, and he
just smiled down at her strangely. Suddenly, his pallid hand appeared from
beneath his cloak, and Tora noticed that he was holding something.
"What the fuck are you doing?" she growled savagely, beginning to
panic at his calm cruelty. She saw it too late- the whip in his hand came
down on her head, slicing her cheek deeply. "Ahhh!" She gritted her teeth
in pain, and the whip cracked again, against her back. She felt the skin
beneath her shirt meet air as the cloth was severed by the weapon. "Stop
"What did you call me?" Itachi asked cruelly, smiling disdainfully
down at her. He wrapped the whip around his knuckles and lifted on foot,
placing the heel firmly on Tora's shoulder and pressing down. The helpless
girl was forced to bow painfully, her arms tugging against the binding
chains. "I am Itachi-sama to you, now say it!" Itachi cackled evilly. He
unfurled the whip and cruelly lashed the girl's bare back.
"Ah! Itachi-sama!" she cried in pain, little diamond tears forming
around her eyes. "Stop it, please!" she sobbed. She dared not to even
meet his eyes, being so vulnerable shamed to her. Itachi's pressure on her
shoulder increased, forcing her forehead against the ground.
"No thanks, Tora-chan, I think that I'll enjoy this while I can,"
Itachi replied simply, flicking the whip carelessly and gouging her back
again. Tora hissed in pain. "It's time you learned your place." Itachi's
cruel beating lasted for what seemed like hours, Tora's remaining clothes
in tatters and her back in ribbons, every inch of her body at his mercy.
Itachi flung the whip away into the darkness and crouched down in front of
the silently sobbing Tora. He took a handful of hair in his fist and
tugged her face up towards his painfully. He smiled at her and licked away
her tears, smirking as she cringed beneath his touch.
"Stop it, Itachi," Tora pleaded again, weaker now than before. Itachi
brutally hit her cheek, drawing blood from the wound.
"What did you call me?" he hissed.
"Itachi-sama!" Tora cried apologetically. "Enough!"
"No, enough is never enough," Itachi responded, shoving Tora up from her
kneeling position into a squat. Her naked, injured and bleeding body
shuddered weakly as Itachi knelt down in front of her, looking into her
"What are you-" Tora started to ask, when her eyes suddenly went wide in
shock. Itachi's fingers slid between her legs roughly, drawing a raspy
gasp from Tora's lips.
"Just slowly killing you, Tora," Itachi whispered in Tora's ear, his body
so very close to hers as he pleasured himself at her expense. Tears fell
unabated from her eyes.
"Stop it, Itachi-sama!" she shrieked. "No! No! No more!" she sobbed
brokenly as Itachi's hot breath tingled her neck, heated by his pleasure.
He placed hungry, breathy kisses on her neck as he intruded upon her body.
"Stop it! No, please Itachi-sama! Stop!"
But Itachi wouldn't stop, and he would just hurt her all he wanted for
three lovely days.