Naruto Fan Fiction ❯ Envy My Pain ❯ The Forbidden Art ( Chapter 1 )

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Envy My Pain

Chapter 1: The Forbidden Art

By: A sinners Curse

**She was hesitating with an answer. Without even a second thought, she was hauled backwards into strong arms which easily lifted her up, holding her in a upper arm lock as Itachi slid in between her legs. His waist now flushed with her own---but a hand was already toying with her entrance and she was grasping for breath---he had knocked the wind out of her and she choked for air. She felt him slide open her center folds, with two strong and demanding fingers as the man behind her began to chuckle. **

She could feel the strong chiseled chest of the masculine blond behind her, which was holding her in a loose lock hold. As if preplanned before hand his hands slid from there hold from her arms and slid down in sync with is counter partner straining to stretching her a tad bit more. Her tattered uniform held little to no comfort as the heat of his body began to seep through the exposed threads of her torn wardrobe; it was like hot flesh burning into her cold flesh. To her astonishment a small trail of goose bumps slithered down her small framed spine, and down two the curl of her toes as she hesitated with a controlled groan, which came out of parted and exposed lips, earning a simple grunt of approval. Which one had it been? It was so hard to tell.

Darkness gloomed before her, as Itachi held the folds of her exposed flower opened, there had yet to be even the smallest of a tease as his unmoving fingers restrained her open. His skilled digits were unmoving, and unkind. The pressure was an uncomfortable twitch that made her shiver in the arms of the stranger behind her who only purred into her ear, was that mockery? Her evergreen hues were locked tight behind the steel intensity of her exposed emotions. She was humiliated, in the arms of compete strangers who touched her with there experienced exploration of cruelty. It was not until she felt the slick. Sticky like residue drizzle down her inner thigh. Her eyes shot open and what she was met with surprised her, no…it robbed her breath away. His eyes were so intense, and they were so black and intoxicating that she was lost in there depths. She felt like she was staring into familiar eyes, and then it crushed upon her whose brother this was and what he represented.

She cringed and even if the gentle strokes on her slender hips, made her spin with some unnamed need…she had to fight, for the love of her life she had to fight. She felt the palms of her hands clench into fists but before she could even flinch from there hold a spinning sensation overcame her as black, became red. In a moment she felt dizzy, the next she felt a finger sliding into her…only one and it wasn't as hurtful as the two fingers that stretched her. A smirk slid to his features, and her shocked expression seemed to slither away with an other mumbled moan. She cringed inwardly at herself for not trying hard, and her inner Sakura had seemed to vanish at the most critical point. The one time she needs it, and it abandons her. He she felt the display of fingers rubbing at her flat well toned stomach, running smoothly on her cream-white flesh.

It was as if his fingers were worshiping the very essence of her life, and it made her shiver. In sync another finger slithered into her…it was as if the two had thought the same exposing thoughts. It was torturing her and they both knew…they were savoring in her humiliation and her lack of control. Her weakness, and her compliance to there menstruations, and before she could choke it back she cried out a luscious sensual moan. It wasn't something that you'd consider coming from a pre-teen girl, no it was a sound you'd consider coming from the lips of a women. That's what she was, that was what they were making her.

“Don't fight us, Pinky…yeah. When you give in it's more pleasurable, yeah?”

As he said this his fingers slid over on top of Itachi's and she could feel two heated hands cupping at her sex, and with some skill he managed to slid in one of his fingers to intermix with Itachi's probing exploration of her women anatomy. She cried out, arching her body into the blond stranger behind her…She exposed her body to the man in front and he took advantage as his smooth chin nuzzled into her jaw line. Was that affection? But she was rewarded with another finger inside the tight entrance of her virginal, untouched core. They knew it, and he was trying to make it easer on her body, with a web false security.

The only thing she could do was bite down on the outer flesh of her lower trembling lip. The pain inside her was unbearable and so surreal; it was so painful that tears stung at the corners of her eyes. Only slivering down the curve of her cheek, dripping down the flat of her stomach, and when her eyes sparkled open with mixed feelings she realized that she was completely bare to the world. They had managed to pull apart the remanding particles of her clothing…and the warmth of there body had alluded some illusion they there were still on. The confusion of there touches had made hers simply void out some of the most crucial elements of her senses and her mind was already numbing to there effects. She began to wiggle in discomfort, as a firm death grip of hand that still lingered on the side of her hip held her snuggly in place as their fingers danced together. When hot moist sensual lips came to the shell of her ear, her eyes shielded away, closing to some hauntingly evil effect---as her sense began drifting so did her current pain, which now was beginning to subside. She shivered as his hand slid from the position of her hip to her chin. Pulling her face sideways almost to gently, and then without hesitation his tongue darted out to lick at her warm salt tasting tears, and then before she could realize it another tongue darted out and mimicked the other, tasting the salty residue of her pain.

Where they tasting her pain? Suddenly she felt the lower parts of her start to spasm uncontrollably with some kind of spark, they throbbed and subconsciously she felt this heated blush creep to her features as sweat began to pool over the curves of her naked body. The tears of her pain, all but forgotten in the single moment of that breath taking spark of light. She felt the man behind her, grip hard to her hip as his fingers began to dig painfully into the dipping V shape of her sides and she cringed outwardly…her lips pursing into the air as she grasped out for air. Had she been holding her breath, and for how long? Had he forced her to breath? Could they tell she had been holding it?

She cried out almost longingly as she felt something crush into her, like the wind being knocked from her weak frail form---but this was oh so mind numbingly more pleasurable though---and her hips seemed to rise up as the fingers inside her paused in mid strokes, enjoying her lower half crushing them, tightly as she heard them chuckling. As if hugging them before they would go her body started to finally relax. And, just like that, slowly there fingers slid out---in sync with one another as she grasped out with a pleasurable moan still sore and throbbing from the orgasmic experience that had just unfolded inside of her.

Her moan had earned her an egger hug from behind. His one free hand slid completely in front of her waist tugging her back into his strong warm arms as his other hand separated his counter partner Itachi. As if hogging her last few spasms, in the warmth and comfort of his hold. She was surprised that his free hand was drawing to his lips where she looked up to watch him play with the sticky honey sickle juices---his two fingers rubbed curiously against his thumb as if testing it's rank, he seemed to deem it worth enough causing her to blushed; a deep pink. Watched as he very slowly and deliberately took it to his lips where he parted them drawing in his two lazy fingers.

His cyan colored hues darted into the warmth of her curiously fearful gaze. He did this erotic purr and he pulled her closer to him, if at all even possible. He began to cuddle into her as if he was worshiping her for the moment; she was worried about the feelings that were starting to stir deep within the depths of her soul. What were they doing to her? She was pulled from her thoughts when she felt a strong hand tug her attentions towards him. He was being ignored and he seemed to be displeased that his partner was pursuing favoritism. He clicked his tongue unimpressed, and more irritated then he allowed himself follow through with. He pulled those green eyes into view---and he showed her the strength of his eyes as she felt the crimson blood tears begin to turn…she became so loose minded.

“It would seem Itachi, is impressed yeah? He's going to do a little amnesia…”He chuckled out the lasting yeah.”

“He's correct; I'm going to loose your mind from all your human sentimental attachments. It would seem that in the exploration of your anatomy young Sakura-Chan that we've ran into a little problem...”

She was confused and she was numb spirited and transfixed on the spinning tears and spun around chaotically. Her mind had been comprehended everything single word he said, but her body was unresponsive of any movement. Her Chakra was drained and the man behind her snuggled into her more comfortably for her support, his lips were kissing at her throat---soft, gentle as if he understood everything that was going to happen to her, understanding her discomfort. But, why would he care? He's just as guilty as Itachi for her imprisonment…but it was when she felt his hands stroking her damp, sweaty hair she felt memories being torn from her mind. Painfully, oh there was nothing pleasurable about the images of her heart being ripped from her soul's joy, happiness, pain, jealousy. Oh he was taking everything she loved and she was being forced to endure this…she wanted death. Oh god she wanted death.

“Shh…don't worry Sakura-Chan, Yeah. You got me and Itachi-Kun---“

“Death, please---please I want to die.”

“Hmm…a little to late Sakura-Chan, yeah.” He seemed a little sadden that she'd cry out her inner weakness, where was that inner Sakura she'd been noted to have, that inner monstrous strength?

“It's okay Sakura…you'll no longer remember why life was important, only deemed what we will make you believe is important. You'll never remember the value of a past you once had. All you have is the future that we can give or take.”

Deidara began to stroke her tenderly as she began to fall asleep, there were tears streaming painfully down her cheek as she felt the last of every memories in her life shredded away into nothingness, what was that bottomless pit of nothingness she was feeling, it was something horrible, life altering. She cried into the arms of a stranger who she didn't even know the name to, and then darkness enveloped her…but the fleeting words of the strange blond haired stranger whispered into her ear as he began to lower her into something warm and soft.

“You sleep Sakura-Chan…Yeah. Don't worry, you're our pet. You're the object of our affection, yeah.”

“The object of affection, for now.” Itachi cut in harshly.

“Hrm, you don't think she'll last long Itachi-Kun? I think your very, very wrong---the cursed seal is already working on her. She'll be a perfect little doll, yeah? Hmm…I think that we should call her…”

“We will call her, Sakura.”

“Same name, yeah? Not the usual…”

Itachi only gave a sideward's glance to his counter partner only giving him a very indifferent look as he glanced downwards at their sleeping pet. He was taking possession over her. He understood that stealing ones memories, loves, and moments was one of the forbidden arts. A sin, punishable by fate and perishable by hope, and all you could see was the long slender tendrils of blond hair stroking downwards in the young face of fleeting worry of Deidara. But, Itachi's hands were there to stroke tenderly at his partners face drawing the weaker mans cyan colored hues into the depths of his crimson heated gaze. He grinned, as he bent down into the hallow shell of his ear.

“I'll sleep with her, tonight. Go ahead to bed and get some rest.”