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The Slave of Sound
Chapter 3
“Naruto!”
Despite why they were there, namely to pursue peace talks between the lands of Konoha, Suna, and Sound, Sakura leapt to her feet after her strangled cry. “God, Naruto!” And a moment later, she began to weep, her eyes moving in incomprehension and confusion to stare at Sasuke. This man, once so beloved to her, had taken the man she looked at with the love of a sibling, and perverted him into a sexual slave on display for all. Degraded that bright and noble spirit with chains of servitude and humiliation. Forced that gentle and devoted heart to play the whore before those he once called friend.
To a man, the rest of the Konohan delegation, as well as Hinata, and Gaara and Kankuro, likewise jumped up, eyes blazing with wrath. Konohamaru was shuddering with the effort to hold back outraged screams and sobs of anguish.
Ignoring them, Sasuke slowly sat back, a glimmering strand of saliva still connecting his lips to Naruto’s, at least until the Uchiha leaned forward slightly, and licked those now kiss swollen lips. He turned and eased back in his chair with a smug smirk for the angry men and women before him.
“Beautiful, isn’t he?” The Otokage grinned in triumph, reaching out to caress his slave’s face softly. Naruto simply sat there, umoving, save for a quick lick of his own lips after the Uchiha’s hard and passionate kiss. His face never lost its placid expression, his clear, yet achingly empty blue eyes never flickered in recognition of his long lost kinsmen, nor the overt sexual act applied to his pliant mouth.
“And so skillful, in and out of bed.” Sasuke went on with a cold and icy smile. “I usually don’t like to share; those that touch what is mine die painful deaths. But I might be persuaded just this one time… for you, Gaara of the Sand, and your lovely wife, Hinata.”
“Bastard!” Gaara growled, shaking in rage at this display. Hinata’s hand was on her husband’s arm, white to the knuckles.
“After all,” the Uchiha went on, as if oblivious to the palpable waves of murderous rage flowing towards him, “it’s his name you both cry out, together, when you make love in your big and lonely bed. Isn’t it?”
Hinata gave a wounded cry, eyes spilling over with tears of grief and remorse, unable to look away from the still and silent form of the only person she had loved until she found this strange peace in shared but thwarted love with an ex homicidal killer. Gaara held both her hands in his, grip almost brutally tight as they held hands to keep themselves from tearing apart the smirking lord before them.
“Think of it, Sandman,” Sasuke went on with his cruel taunting as he softly jerked Naruto up by the chain still in his hand, forcing the blond to his feet, then onto the table before him, bare feet finding easy repose between plates and glasses and silver. He dropped Naruto’s chain, and began to run his hands slowly up the younger man’s bare legs. “This soft as silk skin under your hands.”
Those evil hands bypassed the barely there skirt of Naruto’s slave garb, giving a glancing caress to the evident masculinity below it, unaroused but easily discerned, before sliding both hands over a taut belly that quivered slightly. “Imagine this tight and lithe body between you both as you lay in bed together tonight.” A quick tweak of a pale pink nipple, pierced with tiny golden hoops, and Naruto’s face never changed.
“Imagine that, lovely Hinata. Laying in that big bed, as the man you really love shoves his hard cock between your pale and beautiful thighs, thrusting deep and hard as you scream the correct name of your lover for a change.” One hand darted down to whip up that gossamer skirt, revealing a well formed penis, laying snug and warm in the cradle of Naruto’s slim upper thighs. That hand gently encircled the organ, pumping firmly as it began to stir to life under that skillful caress.
“And knowing with every forceful thrust into your body, your husband, just as lovestruck as your are, has his cock shoved right up this god lovely creature’s ass.” Sasuke dipped his head to give a quick, light lick to the tip of the blonde’s erection. Naruto gave an almost imperceptive shiver.
Hinata shattered emotionally, bursting into noisy sobs and burying her face in Gaara’s chest. Those pale arms encircled her tightly and protectively, the only thing holding the ex kazekage back from leaping over both tables and slitting the Uchiha’s throat.
“No? Pity.” With a cruel laugh, Sasuke picked up Naruto as if the blond were really his bride and not his sexual slave and eased him off the table and back into the consort’s chair. “Just as well, as Uzumaki is mine. And I allow no one to touch my Kitsune.” Another deep kiss, and the Otokage sat back and motioned for his slave to resume feeding his master.
And Naruto obeyed with the same grace and dexterity he had displayed before.
And it was horrifying to watch; the once exuberant and noisy blonde boy of long ago reduced to a mere shell of his former self. Tight and strong muscles reduced to slender and graceful limbs by years of pampered and demeaning slavery, deeply tanned flesh turned the color of old ivory by an obvious lack of sunshine. That once unruly hair tamed into a gorgeous and elegant coiffure of artful disarray, locks hanging on each side of his beautiful and impassive face, once filled with lively emotion. Deep sapphire eyes, as striking now as ever, but their vibrant life reduced to the glittering gleam of a cold and empty gemstone.
The Naruto Uzumaki they had known and loved, was no more. Instead, there was this sultry, emotionless creature in his place.
A choked sob of rage exploded from the youngest of them. Konohamaru could bear no more.
“You bastard!” The boy screamed, and with an experienced flick of his hands, for the boy was now a full chuunin, a kunai flew through the air on an unerring path towards the vile Otokage’s throat. “Damn you to the deepest pits of hell, Uchiha!”
Even as Sound soldiers poured into the room, Sasuke sat unmoving, his smirk never slipping once, as Naruto leapt out of his chair and flung himself before his master, slender body between Sasuke and danger, arms crossed to ward off the sharp poisoned blade. The kunai glanced with a loud ping off the slave’s golden armbands, falling to the table with a dull clatter lost in the crisp footsteps and unsheathing of weaponry.
For a moment, tension reigned, and even the jaded nobles were shocked into silence by this display of willful violence. The delegates seethed, staring down the multitude of Sound Ninja now in the room, weapons at the ready.
Neji’s nostrils flared. “Stand down,” he ordered his men through clenched teeth. “Stand down.”
It took a moment, but resistant flesh finally obeyed, and the delegates sank back into their chairs. Konohamaru was unceremoniously shoved into his by Kakashi’s hard grip, and Kankuro jerked Gaara and Hinata into one seat, where the Sandnin held his weeping wife on his lap, and comforted her as best as he could.
Once order was restored, Sasuke gave a flick of his fingers, and the soldiers vanished once more, like water seeping through stones. Then he shoved Naruto rudely into the consort’s chair and stood up. Naruto fell back and then assembled himself gracefully where he’d fallen, waiting his next order placidly.
“I will make allowances,” Sasuke ground out between clenched teeth, “because of that brat’s youth and past attachment to my dobe. But if he steps out of line once more, I will have him executed for attempted assassination and it will not go well with Konoha.” He drew himself up haughtily. “But make no mistake. Naruto Uzumaki is mine. And I will never let him go. Deal with it.” And with an angry huff he turned away, disconnected Naruto’s chain from the crystal ring, and jerked the chain hard.
Naruto, obviously used to such treatment, was up and following his master before he was jerked to his feet. They departed the dining hall in a miasma of Uchihan irritation.
Sakura was crying so hard she couldn’t see. And no one could eat or drink any more. They slowly got to their feet and left as well, leaving platters of food barely touched. Grief stricken and silently enraged, they made their way back to their rooms.
Chapter 3
“Naruto!”
Despite why they were there, namely to pursue peace talks between the lands of Konoha, Suna, and Sound, Sakura leapt to her feet after her strangled cry. “God, Naruto!” And a moment later, she began to weep, her eyes moving in incomprehension and confusion to stare at Sasuke. This man, once so beloved to her, had taken the man she looked at with the love of a sibling, and perverted him into a sexual slave on display for all. Degraded that bright and noble spirit with chains of servitude and humiliation. Forced that gentle and devoted heart to play the whore before those he once called friend.
To a man, the rest of the Konohan delegation, as well as Hinata, and Gaara and Kankuro, likewise jumped up, eyes blazing with wrath. Konohamaru was shuddering with the effort to hold back outraged screams and sobs of anguish.
Ignoring them, Sasuke slowly sat back, a glimmering strand of saliva still connecting his lips to Naruto’s, at least until the Uchiha leaned forward slightly, and licked those now kiss swollen lips. He turned and eased back in his chair with a smug smirk for the angry men and women before him.
“Beautiful, isn’t he?” The Otokage grinned in triumph, reaching out to caress his slave’s face softly. Naruto simply sat there, umoving, save for a quick lick of his own lips after the Uchiha’s hard and passionate kiss. His face never lost its placid expression, his clear, yet achingly empty blue eyes never flickered in recognition of his long lost kinsmen, nor the overt sexual act applied to his pliant mouth.
“And so skillful, in and out of bed.” Sasuke went on with a cold and icy smile. “I usually don’t like to share; those that touch what is mine die painful deaths. But I might be persuaded just this one time… for you, Gaara of the Sand, and your lovely wife, Hinata.”
“Bastard!” Gaara growled, shaking in rage at this display. Hinata’s hand was on her husband’s arm, white to the knuckles.
“After all,” the Uchiha went on, as if oblivious to the palpable waves of murderous rage flowing towards him, “it’s his name you both cry out, together, when you make love in your big and lonely bed. Isn’t it?”
Hinata gave a wounded cry, eyes spilling over with tears of grief and remorse, unable to look away from the still and silent form of the only person she had loved until she found this strange peace in shared but thwarted love with an ex homicidal killer. Gaara held both her hands in his, grip almost brutally tight as they held hands to keep themselves from tearing apart the smirking lord before them.
“Think of it, Sandman,” Sasuke went on with his cruel taunting as he softly jerked Naruto up by the chain still in his hand, forcing the blond to his feet, then onto the table before him, bare feet finding easy repose between plates and glasses and silver. He dropped Naruto’s chain, and began to run his hands slowly up the younger man’s bare legs. “This soft as silk skin under your hands.”
Those evil hands bypassed the barely there skirt of Naruto’s slave garb, giving a glancing caress to the evident masculinity below it, unaroused but easily discerned, before sliding both hands over a taut belly that quivered slightly. “Imagine this tight and lithe body between you both as you lay in bed together tonight.” A quick tweak of a pale pink nipple, pierced with tiny golden hoops, and Naruto’s face never changed.
“Imagine that, lovely Hinata. Laying in that big bed, as the man you really love shoves his hard cock between your pale and beautiful thighs, thrusting deep and hard as you scream the correct name of your lover for a change.” One hand darted down to whip up that gossamer skirt, revealing a well formed penis, laying snug and warm in the cradle of Naruto’s slim upper thighs. That hand gently encircled the organ, pumping firmly as it began to stir to life under that skillful caress.
“And knowing with every forceful thrust into your body, your husband, just as lovestruck as your are, has his cock shoved right up this god lovely creature’s ass.” Sasuke dipped his head to give a quick, light lick to the tip of the blonde’s erection. Naruto gave an almost imperceptive shiver.
Hinata shattered emotionally, bursting into noisy sobs and burying her face in Gaara’s chest. Those pale arms encircled her tightly and protectively, the only thing holding the ex kazekage back from leaping over both tables and slitting the Uchiha’s throat.
“No? Pity.” With a cruel laugh, Sasuke picked up Naruto as if the blond were really his bride and not his sexual slave and eased him off the table and back into the consort’s chair. “Just as well, as Uzumaki is mine. And I allow no one to touch my Kitsune.” Another deep kiss, and the Otokage sat back and motioned for his slave to resume feeding his master.
And Naruto obeyed with the same grace and dexterity he had displayed before.
And it was horrifying to watch; the once exuberant and noisy blonde boy of long ago reduced to a mere shell of his former self. Tight and strong muscles reduced to slender and graceful limbs by years of pampered and demeaning slavery, deeply tanned flesh turned the color of old ivory by an obvious lack of sunshine. That once unruly hair tamed into a gorgeous and elegant coiffure of artful disarray, locks hanging on each side of his beautiful and impassive face, once filled with lively emotion. Deep sapphire eyes, as striking now as ever, but their vibrant life reduced to the glittering gleam of a cold and empty gemstone.
The Naruto Uzumaki they had known and loved, was no more. Instead, there was this sultry, emotionless creature in his place.
A choked sob of rage exploded from the youngest of them. Konohamaru could bear no more.
“You bastard!” The boy screamed, and with an experienced flick of his hands, for the boy was now a full chuunin, a kunai flew through the air on an unerring path towards the vile Otokage’s throat. “Damn you to the deepest pits of hell, Uchiha!”
Even as Sound soldiers poured into the room, Sasuke sat unmoving, his smirk never slipping once, as Naruto leapt out of his chair and flung himself before his master, slender body between Sasuke and danger, arms crossed to ward off the sharp poisoned blade. The kunai glanced with a loud ping off the slave’s golden armbands, falling to the table with a dull clatter lost in the crisp footsteps and unsheathing of weaponry.
For a moment, tension reigned, and even the jaded nobles were shocked into silence by this display of willful violence. The delegates seethed, staring down the multitude of Sound Ninja now in the room, weapons at the ready.
Neji’s nostrils flared. “Stand down,” he ordered his men through clenched teeth. “Stand down.”
It took a moment, but resistant flesh finally obeyed, and the delegates sank back into their chairs. Konohamaru was unceremoniously shoved into his by Kakashi’s hard grip, and Kankuro jerked Gaara and Hinata into one seat, where the Sandnin held his weeping wife on his lap, and comforted her as best as he could.
Once order was restored, Sasuke gave a flick of his fingers, and the soldiers vanished once more, like water seeping through stones. Then he shoved Naruto rudely into the consort’s chair and stood up. Naruto fell back and then assembled himself gracefully where he’d fallen, waiting his next order placidly.
“I will make allowances,” Sasuke ground out between clenched teeth, “because of that brat’s youth and past attachment to my dobe. But if he steps out of line once more, I will have him executed for attempted assassination and it will not go well with Konoha.” He drew himself up haughtily. “But make no mistake. Naruto Uzumaki is mine. And I will never let him go. Deal with it.” And with an angry huff he turned away, disconnected Naruto’s chain from the crystal ring, and jerked the chain hard.
Naruto, obviously used to such treatment, was up and following his master before he was jerked to his feet. They departed the dining hall in a miasma of Uchihan irritation.
Sakura was crying so hard she couldn’t see. And no one could eat or drink any more. They slowly got to their feet and left as well, leaving platters of food barely touched. Grief stricken and silently enraged, they made their way back to their rooms.
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