Naruto Fan Fiction ❯ Caught ❯ In Which, the Sadist 'tortures' the Spy ( Chapter 6 )

WARNING:

There is naughty stuff in this chapter. Naughty language, naughty situations, etc. Those whom are offended by such things can promptly leave. You have been warned.

--SKG

9:10 p.m

Neko stood stiffly beside his partner as he waited for the Hokage to speak. He already felt intimidated by being in the presence of important people, and the feeling amplified itself as the moments ticked by.

Ahiru, however, stood there casually, the epitome of coolness. He looked almost bored as he saw the other ANBU file in front of the Hokage, and even gave a small, languid yawn.

As the other ANBU situated themselves in a line, they waited for the Hokage to begin.

The Hokage eyed every one of them, his pipe in hand. Drawing in his breath, he began to speak.

“You are all here for a very important task.” the Hokage said, “As of now, Ibiki is interrogating a female spy from an unknown village…Due to the spy’s resistance to normal methods of interrogation, we have decided to take drastic measures.”

The Hokage paused as the ANBU shifted uncomfortably, some murmuring amongst themselves before falling silent once more.

“Because of these drastic measures,” the Hokage continued, “The prisoner will be in need of hospitalization so she can stand trial for espionage. During her time in the hospital, I want you all to guard her room so she won’t escape.”

Neko felt a surge of importance fill him as the Hokage continued his explanation. This was his chance to redeem himself! Ahiru shifted his gaze to his partner, smirking before looking at the Hokage again.

“This is a task of high precedence.” the Hokage said gravely, “Failure is not an option. Do you understand?”

“Yes, Hokage-sama!” the group saluted, and the Hokage nodded.

“You can work out the details amongst yourself, but be swift,” the Hokage warned, “Ibiki intends to be done as soon as possible.”

“Yes, Hokage-sama!”

9:32 p.m

“Man, do I feel sorry for that girl!” Ahiru said, landing in his seat with a thump.

“I know!” an ANBU with a Dog mask exclaimed, “Ibiki is going to probably mutilate the shit out of her!”

“Urg, don’t say that!” Neko yelped, bile threatening to rise. “That’s so gross!”

“It’s probably true.” an ANBU with a Fox mask added, “I mean, this IS Ibiki were talking about. He’s probably carving her up good right now.”

“Poor girl,” an ANBU with a Rabbit mask sighed, “Looks are everything to a woman.”

“Chyea,” Ahiru said, taking a sip of his newly opened soda, “Hey Neko, you saw the prisoner’s face while with the other interrogator right? Was she hot?”

Everyone turned their attention to Neko, who broke out in a cold sweat. “W-well, it was kinda badly lit in the room, so--”

“C’mon Neko!” the ANBU with the Fox mask leered, “I’m sure you saw her face at one point right?”

“Well yea, but--”

“C’mon Neko-chan, was she hot?!”

The group of ANBU had dissolved into a heckling mess, each wanting to know more than the other if the prisoner was indeed ‘hot’.

“FINE!” Neko said loudly, quieting the lascivious men, “….she was hot.”

The men whooped in approval, grins on every face as Neko turned red.

“Awww, Neko-chan is blushing!” Ahiru cooed, pinching the flushed cheeks of his face “How cutee~!”

The men laughed uproariously as Neko huffed, the laughter dying down moments later.

“But, all bullshit aside,” the ANBU with a Rabbit mask chuckled, “We need to figure out how this is going to work.”

“We can always work in shifts,” the ANBU with a Dog mask said, and a murmur of approval followed. “Now that only leaves how many people per shift.”

The men sat in silence, each thinking of a way to do this in the most easy manner.

“Well,” Ahiru chimed in, “There’s five of us…so two people can watch the prisoner every 4 hours, then we can switch up the pairs as needed throughout the day.”

Another murmur of approval followed, and Ahiru held up his soda.

“Welp fellas,” Ahiru said with a grin, “A toast to our success in this important (albeit boring) job!”

“Kanpai!” the men exclaimed.

9:40 p.m

Flawless.

That was the only word Ibiki could think of as he ran his ungloved hands over her naked

form. Aiko lay there in front of him, naked and giggling on his coat he had placed under her.

Running his hands over the soft, sensitive skin of her thighs, the giggling ceased. Aiko watched him with her brown eyes, gentle and inviting, as she opened her legs a little wider to his attentions.

“That’s nice…” she sighed as his gentle touches progressed. Ibiki stopped short as he gazed on the most intimate part of her, and he felt his groin pulse in response.

Knowing that he could satisfy his urges later, Ibiki hovered over her, careful to balance himself.

“…before I release you from this, which can be very soon, depending on your actions…” Ibiki’s voice echoed, “…You must first tell me your purpose here.”

Aiko blinked slowly, and much to his surprise, she smiled.

“…You‘re hard,” Aiko said, sending her into another fit of giggles. Ibiki almost felt embarrassed, but his face remained serious as he lifted himself up to his previous position.

Her giggles subsided, and she looked up at him again. Aiko’s eyes shined with almost child-like quality, but it disappeared as she looked at him thoughtfully.

“…Do you like what you see?” she asked gently, and the question caught Ibiki off-guard. He opened his mouth to answer but shut it again, not quite trusting himself to speak.

Ibiki watched as Aiko began rubbing her small hands over her body. He saw a coy smile form on her face and he opened his mouth again.

“I--” Ibiki begun, but he stopped short as she began to cup her breasts, the coy smile still present. She fondled them slowly, and Ibiki was mesmerized by the sight. His mind quickly snapped him out of his reverie, and his face was neutral once more.

“Answer my question, Shidobu-san,” he said seriously, although he still followed her movements.

“I’ll answer your question…if you answer mine first,” Aiko said huskily, enjoying the small waves of pleasure and obvious interest she had caused in her captor.

“…Do you like what you see?” she asked again.

There was a moment of silence, and the pair stared at one another as they did before. Aiko saw his eyes scan her body slowly, and in normal circumstances, she would be self-conscious.

However, the feeling of warmth never left her, and she lay there, naked before him but not ashamed. She saw his eyes soften for a brief moment as he murmured, “…yes.”

The softness was gone as quickly as it came, and Ibiki shifted his gaze into hers.

“Now that I’ve answered your question…what is your purpose in Kohona?”

Aiko smiled her coy smile. “…I don’t want to answer.”

Ibiki said nothing, and he slowly hovered over her again. “You’re not going to tell me?” he asked softly, “After I was so nice in answering yours?”

“Nope,” she giggled, her smile wide.

10:05

Her smile soon faded as she realized hot moisture surrounded her breast. He had taken one of her nipples into his mouth, laving and sucking the gentle flesh.

“Oh…oh my,” Aiko sighed softly, biting her lip. His other hand toyed with her breast, tweaking the hardened nipple in circular motions. The slight pain made her mewl, and she ran her hands over his bandana-clad head.

Aiko noticed through her haze of pleasure how uneven his head felt, and as her hands traveled under the bandana, his strong hands took hold of her wrists.

“Don’t,” he hissed, his eyes deadly yet alluring. She watched him for a moment, and his grip never ceased on her wrists.

“…why?” Aiko whispered, trying to comprehend his actions.

“Because…” he answered, taking her hands away from his head, “…It’s not something you’ll want to see.”

He let go of her wrists, shame apparent in his face. Aiko felt the breeze ruffle the field, and she reached forward timidly, running her delicate finger along the scars on his visage.

“…Are there scars under there too?”

“It doesn’t matter,” Ibiki said defensively, before crushing his lips onto hers. He wouldn’t admit to himself that her questions, her concern had gotten under his skin, and he wanted to crush the raw feeling inside of himself.

His tongue glided over hers, and she let out a small moan as he bit her bottom lip softly.

They kissed for what seemed forever, before Ibiki began slowly traveling down her body.

He kissed her stomach, licking his way down the delicate flesh before nuzzling her small patch of pubic hair.

Her breath hitched as Ibiki ran his tongue slowly, sensuously against her swollen clit, causing Aiko to moan. Her legs twitched involuntarily, and Ibiki placed them over his shoulders as he continued.

“Why…” Aiko moaned, “Why are you doing this?”

Her nails dug into his shoulders, and she felt a tingling feeling began to spread throughout her. Aiko knew she was close, and his tongue was merciless.

“What do you mean?” Ibiki asked, before plunging his tongue inside her. She squeaked, shivering violently as his tongue plunged in and out of her in quick motions.

Her breathing became labored, and she whimpered helplessly, arching into his thrusts.

“Why…” she managed to gasp out, “Why are you beating me to a bloody pulp? Aren’t you supposed to torture me?”

Ibiki extracted his tongue from her warm orifice, making her whine in protest. He ran his tongue over her clit once more before saying “…I am.”

He took her swollen clit into his mouth and sucked, causing Aiko to cry out in pleasure, the feeling within her amplified even more. She bit her lip again, the sensitivity of her nether regions almost unbearable.

“Painful, isn’t it?” Ibiki inquired, and Aiko’s eyes shot upon. She looked down at him, confusion apparent in her eyes. He gave a low chuckle, rubbing his fingers along the delicate folds.

“I told you before that traditional techniques wouldn’t work against you,” Ibiki said, rubbing her lovingly. He enjoyed how flushed her face had become, and her confusion was border-line endearing.

“This is--” she choked out, realization dawning before her breath hitched again as he rubbed her more forcefully.

“I suppose you know what’s happening to you now.” Ibiki said softly, “That drug I injected you with block certain signals to your brain that certain bodily functions. By now, you would’ve climaxed, but unfortunately for you, you won’t be able to.”

He watched her process his words before he continued. “There are only two ways to free you from this. I can either penetrate you or give you the antidote. Both of which, I doubt will happen…unless of course, you talk.”

10:30 p.m

Aiko felt the euphoria slowly slip away as he spoke, replaced by the acute pain in her nether regions. She saw the sun and flowers disappear, and she returned to the dimly lit room she had been imprisoned in.

Aiko looked around, bewildered, blinking rapidly to register the true reality of her situation.

“You with me?” Ibiki asked, assessing her state. Ibiki saw that the psychedelic effect had worn off, and now she lay before him, looking almost---

Frightened.

She was a shell of beautiful, giggly girl that was so open and concerned…He didn’t know why…but this saddened him greatly. A heaviness filled his heart, and he rose to walk away.

For the first time in his life…Morino Ibiki wanted nothing more than to flee.

Ibiki felt a grab at his ankle, and he looked down to see her staring at him, her eyes pleading.

“Please,” Aiko whispered, her voice hoarse “Please let me see under it.”

10:43

His heart pounded against his chest as he slowly lowered himself to her level.

Ibiki gathered Aiko into his lap, and for a moment, neither person did anything. It wasn’t until Aiko reached for his bandana did he tense, and he felt the cool rush of air against his newly exposed head.

He waited for her repulsed reaction, but instead he felt her delicate hands trace the burn marks, explore the holes where the screws have been.

Ibiki felt exposed, he felt…vulnerable. It felt almost…

When Ibiki felt her lips against his scarred head, disbelief washed over him. Aiko showered various, small kisses over part of his head, culminating into her placing a chaste kiss on his lips.

“You don’t…you don’t find it disgusting?” he asked softly, emotions threatening to boil over.

Aiko smiled tiredly, “…no…Ibiki-san.”

It was in that moment, Ibiki felt his heart melt, and he clung to her desperately. He buried his face into her neck, never wanting to let go of this feeling.

“Please,” she breathed into his ear, “Please Ibiki-san…”

“Please what?” he asked, running his hands through her hair.

“…I want you.”

12:02 p.m

He groaned, burying himself deeply inside her. He hadn’t felt something so intense in such a long time, and he stay buried in her to savor this moment.

Ibiki felt her tighten around him in response, and he had to fight the urge to slam into her.

Pulling out slowly, he buried himself again, and Aiko moaned softly in appreciation.

They had settled into a steady, gentle motion, and he felt an indescribable feeling wash over him. It slowly grew with every thrust, and he briefly wondered if she was feeling this too.

“Mmmmm, Ibiki-san,” Aiko whispered, kissing him deeply.

Aiko realized at some point that this was wrong, that she shouldn’t be having sex with her captor. She shouldn’t be kissing him, letting him touch and be inside of her, that this was a betrayal to her village and mission.

But Aiko couldn’t help it.

He felt so good. Everything about him felt right. Aiko didn’t know whether if this was the drug making her think this, or these feelings were genuine, but she let herself be consumed by them.

Both of their breathing became labored, and she moaned against his mouth as Ibiki sped up. Her hands ran down the muscles of his back, his masculine smell wafting in her nose.

The pleasure overwhelmed her, and Aiko could no longer cling to him, his thrusts reducing her to nothing. Ibiki watched Aiko with glazed eyes, how her skin flushed deeper and her breasts bounced hypnotically.

Her moans were growing louder and more desperate, and he knew she was close, feeling her inner muscles ripple around him.

“Harder,” she begged, and he could only comply, throwing her legs over his shoulders before abandoning all self-control. Grabbing her hips, Ibiki pummeled into her, her screams of delight echoing in his ears.

The feeling Aiko felt before grew larger and larger, until she knew she was at her peak, her face contorting with ecstasy.

“Oh fuck,” Ibiki groaned, feeling her muscles clamp around him violently. He thrust forward one last time before he heard Aiko’s scream, her hands digging into his back as she climaxed violently.

His breath hitched, the feeling of her too much for him to handle. Ibiki shut his eyes, a roar erupting in his throat as he followed her soon after.

It was the most intense, beautiful thing he ever felt, and Ibiki collapsed onto her, his hot breaths warming the side of her neck. He heard Aiko’s breathing against his ear, and felt her small kisses on his temple.

They held each other, their hearts slowing and bodies relaxing. For a moment, Ibiki closed his eyes, breathing her in, before slowly disengaging himself from her. He felt a sense of loss, but the feeling went away as she kissed him tenderly.

He noted how her face had reduced to a faint pink flush, before burying his face into the crook of her neck once more. Aiko sighed, feeling tired but satisfied.

“….snakes,” she mumbled into the darkness, almost incoherently, but Ibiki’s sharp ears picked it up. His face shot up to look at her, his eyes questioning.

“What did you say?” he asked, holding her face in his hands. Aiko’s eyes were drooping, and she looked as though she were about to pass out. He shook Aiko a little, but it was too late.

Aiko closed her eyes, and went limp, leaving Ibiki to ponder her cryptic confession.

Snakes….?