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Chapter 6
Another small look into the life of the unfortunate Naruto Uzumaki, slave of the Otokage.
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The Slave of Sound
Chapter 6
When Kabuto arrived at Sasuke’s bedchambers, he did so with a smirk, one hand already fondling the needles in his medkit. He was so excited by this chance that his thighs trembled and he grew moist between his legs. But all he found inside were a couple of female slaves, occasional bedmates of the Otokage when Naruto was too hurt to perform, busily stripping the blood dotted sheets from the massive bed.
Those two young women, alike as two peas in a pod, gregarious and cheerful, were unusually somber as they cleaned up the evidence of Naruto’s latest rape. Though they found their lives in Sound so much better than the filthy drudgery and distasteful clientele of prostitution in the harsh northern climes where they’d been born, and found honor in the fact that the great Uchiha only tapped them as bedmates, they were horrified every time they had to come to the Kage’s chambers and clean up after one of Sasuke’s sexual rampages. Not only were they loathe to see such violence happen to a creature so quiet and gentle, but every time their lord lost control and injured his concubine, they would have to attend him.
Despite the honors accorded them in not only the slave hall, but among the bevy of pampered and perfumed ladies of the nobility, for being the only beings under the sun to be summoned to the Otokage’s bedchamber other than Naruto himself, who lived there with him, not was all as it would seem. Not once had the Uchiha ever laid so much as a hand upon either young woman, much less kiss or bed them. No… for whatever inexplicable reason, the Uchiha had given them yet another honor, one no one else, save perhaps Kabuto, knew of. They were the recipients of Sasuke Uchiha’s drunken rambles of remorse and reminiscence.
He was so happy, always so happy, he’d whisper to them, his cheeks flushed with sake, eyes bright with not only remembered pleasure, but with unshed tears. He had the most beautiful smile, and his eyes would sparkle like stars. I… I miss that. …Naruto… and then he would weep silent tears, and the girls would feel their hearts wrung with pity. Over the years, they’d been given a precious gift… the knowledge of how the Uchiha’s beautiful enslaved consort had been in his youth; Naruto’s brightness, his courage, his bravery, his strength… and then at other times, Sasuke would stride about, sweeping priceless objects to smash against the marble floors with nigh unbridled fury, as he snarled about the young man that shared his bed and life now. His stupidity, his gullibility, his obtuseness, his obliviousness, his ridiculous ninja way… He never understood how I felt, what I needed from him… he never knew, never guessed… stupid fucking dobe! How dare he ignore what I wanted, needed, that only he could give. How could he betray me… and again, he would whisper Naruto’s name and begin to cry.
And the girls would look at him with stars in their glistening eyes and girlish hearts, and later croon to each other how their lord was so romantic and brooding, and so in love… It was a veritable tragic lovestory in their very midst… And they loved their lord, with all their might and main, and could not, would not, admit the evil he did to someone he apparently loved so much. He was just… misunderstood, lost… But one day, their conquering hero would find his way, and he and Naruto would walk into the sunset, arm in arm, and live happily ever after. Because only with Naruto did the Uchiha lose control. Only with Naruto did their lord reveal such an ugly and unforgiving facet of his personality. Only with Naruto… with everyone else, save enemies of course, he was just and wise, and all that a Kage could be.
At first, once he sobered up from his drunken ramblings, Sasuke would threaten them to silence, but soon realized it was unnecessary. One thing he had learned from Orochimaru, was the value of rescue. Take someone from the pits of despair, from the dregs of depravity, and you have a devoted follower for life. The girls’ lives in their little grimy home was so hopeless, so degrading, that the sexual and domestic enslavement they found in Sound was a blessing to them… as it was with the majority of Sounds slaves. Most slaves were pampered, well fed, and labored hardly at all. Life for them was very good after what they’d grown up with, and Sasuke was a little more astute than his late mentor… He was always careful to never force his slaves, or regular followers for that matter, into doing something that would question his authority over them. Thus, in over six years, the Uchiha has had his confidants in these two star struck slave girls, and they would take his secret to the grave with them if need be.
As much as the girls loved their life here in sound, admired their Kage with worshipful adoration, and doted on the gentle and uncomplaining Naruto, as much as they giggled and laughed and sported with their fellow slaves, and the commoners of Sound, they loathed Kabuto. He was vile and creepy, and went about with a palpable miasma of evil about him in his home digs. They feared and hated him in equal measure. Kabuto answered to no one but his Otokage, and was one of the few folk from Orochimaru’s Sound that still remained in the Uchiha’s domain. Privy as they were to Sasuke’s drunken confessions of his lover and slave, they too knew things about the silver haired medic nin and self confessed sadist, Kabuto. For they were the only ones beside Sasuke and Kabuto himself, that knew how depraved, how… unwholesome, the young man was.
When Kabuto had first met Naruto, he’d been disdainful of the boy. Later that would turn to a grudging respect. Had they not been on opposite sides of Sound/Konoha war, and putting aside the whole torture-for-fun-profit-and-pleasure personality Kabuto wore like a proud cloak, they might have been friends. But now Kabuto hated Naruto with a passion, and never let an opportunity slide to belittle or outright torture the blonde.
It was well known among the more unsavory denizens of Sound, or wherever Kabuto happened to be at any given moment, that Orochimaru’s right hand man had been born a hermaphrodite. He was pleased and proud of this unusual little birthright. And he loved to play either role in bed. However, that was no longer an accurate description of the man. Less than a week into Naruto’s stay in Sound, Kabuto, ego bloated by his past importance to Orochimaru, being that evil man’s personal bitch, and the only one of the previous Kage’s regime to remain, and the importance Sasuke put on his medical and interrogational skills, had over reached himself. Kabuto believed himself invulnerable to certain rules with his new master. And look at Sasuke as a master, he did. Though he never had the pleasure of Sasuke’s body, he knew his new Lord held him in certain esteem, and believed he could do little wrong. But he had been gravely mistaken; and had the Uchiha walked in even one minute later than he had, Kabuto would have been messily dead instead of… punished.
From the second Sasuke brought his Konohan trophy to Sound, he made no bones about telling everyone that the Uzumaki was his, and his alone. To trespass on the Otokage’s possession was punishable by a painful, bloody, slow death. Despite this, Kabuto was important enough to Sasuke that he did not die for his transgression, as anyone else would have. No… for the crime of being found by his lord with fingers deep and dry where they should not have been, for needles protruding from a helpless blonde’s body in the most painful places, one minute away from sliding his pathetically small and loathsome penis into his Lord and Master’s personal and most precious possession… Kabuto had not died. He’d been emasculated. Never again would this silver haired sadist ever know the pleasures of a man. Now he was relegated to the simpler and less pleasurable passions of a woman. Sasuke had done the deed, on the spot, himself. Naruto, having lapsed into a pain filled delirium, hadn’t realized what had happened less than two inches from his tortured body. But Kabuto did. And blamed the blonde for his loss, and a sore loss it was. Not once did it cross his mind to hate and resent Sasuke for what had happened. He was too in thrall with his Kage to feel anything but a slavish devotion. No, it was that willful, demon bearing pathetic excuse for a ninja that did. It was all Naruto’s fault… The loss of his beloved Master and lover, Orochimaru, his inability to find the same in Sasuke’s bed… All. Naruto’s. Fault. It festered in Kabuto’s heart and soul. And he never lost a chance to punish Naruto for it.
And the Uchiha was well aware of Kabuto’s feelings. It was rare, but in the last vestiges of whatever rage fueled Sasuke, he would occasionally allow Kabuto to vent a little on his slave. It was a silent understanding that no sexual acts occur between his slave and his henchman, and that no one save Sasuke himself was allowed to mark Naruto, and it went without saying that he couldn’t cause permanent harm or kill the blonde. But Kabuto was a highly skilled medic, and knew endless ways to inflict excruciating pain within those boundaries. And loved to skate as close to the edge as he could upon the hapless slave. Sometimes Naruto would be unable to rise from his bed, much less perform for Sasuke, after a stint with Kabuto. Those times, after indulging in a good drunken session with his girls, Sasuke would punish his little sadist, but thus far anything the Uchiha had done to the silver haired devil had not given Kabuto a moment’s regret. The pain and degradations of such punishments was well worth the chance to make the blonde scream and bleed, to hear anguished sobs from the slave… to make Naruto beg… Ah, yes, it was all worth it in Kabuto’s eyes. And how he loved to watch Naruto’s eyes whenever he told the blonde that Sasuke permitted these little sessions. That Sasuke would smile and laugh when Kabuto reported back to him after each one. This last little bit was a lie, of course, but Naruto never knew that. And every time, just a little bit more of the blonde died inside.
Chapter 6
When Kabuto arrived at Sasuke’s bedchambers, he did so with a smirk, one hand already fondling the needles in his medkit. He was so excited by this chance that his thighs trembled and he grew moist between his legs. But all he found inside were a couple of female slaves, occasional bedmates of the Otokage when Naruto was too hurt to perform, busily stripping the blood dotted sheets from the massive bed.
Those two young women, alike as two peas in a pod, gregarious and cheerful, were unusually somber as they cleaned up the evidence of Naruto’s latest rape. Though they found their lives in Sound so much better than the filthy drudgery and distasteful clientele of prostitution in the harsh northern climes where they’d been born, and found honor in the fact that the great Uchiha only tapped them as bedmates, they were horrified every time they had to come to the Kage’s chambers and clean up after one of Sasuke’s sexual rampages. Not only were they loathe to see such violence happen to a creature so quiet and gentle, but every time their lord lost control and injured his concubine, they would have to attend him.
Despite the honors accorded them in not only the slave hall, but among the bevy of pampered and perfumed ladies of the nobility, for being the only beings under the sun to be summoned to the Otokage’s bedchamber other than Naruto himself, who lived there with him, not was all as it would seem. Not once had the Uchiha ever laid so much as a hand upon either young woman, much less kiss or bed them. No… for whatever inexplicable reason, the Uchiha had given them yet another honor, one no one else, save perhaps Kabuto, knew of. They were the recipients of Sasuke Uchiha’s drunken rambles of remorse and reminiscence.
He was so happy, always so happy, he’d whisper to them, his cheeks flushed with sake, eyes bright with not only remembered pleasure, but with unshed tears. He had the most beautiful smile, and his eyes would sparkle like stars. I… I miss that. …Naruto… and then he would weep silent tears, and the girls would feel their hearts wrung with pity. Over the years, they’d been given a precious gift… the knowledge of how the Uchiha’s beautiful enslaved consort had been in his youth; Naruto’s brightness, his courage, his bravery, his strength… and then at other times, Sasuke would stride about, sweeping priceless objects to smash against the marble floors with nigh unbridled fury, as he snarled about the young man that shared his bed and life now. His stupidity, his gullibility, his obtuseness, his obliviousness, his ridiculous ninja way… He never understood how I felt, what I needed from him… he never knew, never guessed… stupid fucking dobe! How dare he ignore what I wanted, needed, that only he could give. How could he betray me… and again, he would whisper Naruto’s name and begin to cry.
And the girls would look at him with stars in their glistening eyes and girlish hearts, and later croon to each other how their lord was so romantic and brooding, and so in love… It was a veritable tragic lovestory in their very midst… And they loved their lord, with all their might and main, and could not, would not, admit the evil he did to someone he apparently loved so much. He was just… misunderstood, lost… But one day, their conquering hero would find his way, and he and Naruto would walk into the sunset, arm in arm, and live happily ever after. Because only with Naruto did the Uchiha lose control. Only with Naruto did their lord reveal such an ugly and unforgiving facet of his personality. Only with Naruto… with everyone else, save enemies of course, he was just and wise, and all that a Kage could be.
At first, once he sobered up from his drunken ramblings, Sasuke would threaten them to silence, but soon realized it was unnecessary. One thing he had learned from Orochimaru, was the value of rescue. Take someone from the pits of despair, from the dregs of depravity, and you have a devoted follower for life. The girls’ lives in their little grimy home was so hopeless, so degrading, that the sexual and domestic enslavement they found in Sound was a blessing to them… as it was with the majority of Sounds slaves. Most slaves were pampered, well fed, and labored hardly at all. Life for them was very good after what they’d grown up with, and Sasuke was a little more astute than his late mentor… He was always careful to never force his slaves, or regular followers for that matter, into doing something that would question his authority over them. Thus, in over six years, the Uchiha has had his confidants in these two star struck slave girls, and they would take his secret to the grave with them if need be.
As much as the girls loved their life here in sound, admired their Kage with worshipful adoration, and doted on the gentle and uncomplaining Naruto, as much as they giggled and laughed and sported with their fellow slaves, and the commoners of Sound, they loathed Kabuto. He was vile and creepy, and went about with a palpable miasma of evil about him in his home digs. They feared and hated him in equal measure. Kabuto answered to no one but his Otokage, and was one of the few folk from Orochimaru’s Sound that still remained in the Uchiha’s domain. Privy as they were to Sasuke’s drunken confessions of his lover and slave, they too knew things about the silver haired medic nin and self confessed sadist, Kabuto. For they were the only ones beside Sasuke and Kabuto himself, that knew how depraved, how… unwholesome, the young man was.
When Kabuto had first met Naruto, he’d been disdainful of the boy. Later that would turn to a grudging respect. Had they not been on opposite sides of Sound/Konoha war, and putting aside the whole torture-for-fun-profit-and-pleasure personality Kabuto wore like a proud cloak, they might have been friends. But now Kabuto hated Naruto with a passion, and never let an opportunity slide to belittle or outright torture the blonde.
It was well known among the more unsavory denizens of Sound, or wherever Kabuto happened to be at any given moment, that Orochimaru’s right hand man had been born a hermaphrodite. He was pleased and proud of this unusual little birthright. And he loved to play either role in bed. However, that was no longer an accurate description of the man. Less than a week into Naruto’s stay in Sound, Kabuto, ego bloated by his past importance to Orochimaru, being that evil man’s personal bitch, and the only one of the previous Kage’s regime to remain, and the importance Sasuke put on his medical and interrogational skills, had over reached himself. Kabuto believed himself invulnerable to certain rules with his new master. And look at Sasuke as a master, he did. Though he never had the pleasure of Sasuke’s body, he knew his new Lord held him in certain esteem, and believed he could do little wrong. But he had been gravely mistaken; and had the Uchiha walked in even one minute later than he had, Kabuto would have been messily dead instead of… punished.
From the second Sasuke brought his Konohan trophy to Sound, he made no bones about telling everyone that the Uzumaki was his, and his alone. To trespass on the Otokage’s possession was punishable by a painful, bloody, slow death. Despite this, Kabuto was important enough to Sasuke that he did not die for his transgression, as anyone else would have. No… for the crime of being found by his lord with fingers deep and dry where they should not have been, for needles protruding from a helpless blonde’s body in the most painful places, one minute away from sliding his pathetically small and loathsome penis into his Lord and Master’s personal and most precious possession… Kabuto had not died. He’d been emasculated. Never again would this silver haired sadist ever know the pleasures of a man. Now he was relegated to the simpler and less pleasurable passions of a woman. Sasuke had done the deed, on the spot, himself. Naruto, having lapsed into a pain filled delirium, hadn’t realized what had happened less than two inches from his tortured body. But Kabuto did. And blamed the blonde for his loss, and a sore loss it was. Not once did it cross his mind to hate and resent Sasuke for what had happened. He was too in thrall with his Kage to feel anything but a slavish devotion. No, it was that willful, demon bearing pathetic excuse for a ninja that did. It was all Naruto’s fault… The loss of his beloved Master and lover, Orochimaru, his inability to find the same in Sasuke’s bed… All. Naruto’s. Fault. It festered in Kabuto’s heart and soul. And he never lost a chance to punish Naruto for it.
And the Uchiha was well aware of Kabuto’s feelings. It was rare, but in the last vestiges of whatever rage fueled Sasuke, he would occasionally allow Kabuto to vent a little on his slave. It was a silent understanding that no sexual acts occur between his slave and his henchman, and that no one save Sasuke himself was allowed to mark Naruto, and it went without saying that he couldn’t cause permanent harm or kill the blonde. But Kabuto was a highly skilled medic, and knew endless ways to inflict excruciating pain within those boundaries. And loved to skate as close to the edge as he could upon the hapless slave. Sometimes Naruto would be unable to rise from his bed, much less perform for Sasuke, after a stint with Kabuto. Those times, after indulging in a good drunken session with his girls, Sasuke would punish his little sadist, but thus far anything the Uchiha had done to the silver haired devil had not given Kabuto a moment’s regret. The pain and degradations of such punishments was well worth the chance to make the blonde scream and bleed, to hear anguished sobs from the slave… to make Naruto beg… Ah, yes, it was all worth it in Kabuto’s eyes. And how he loved to watch Naruto’s eyes whenever he told the blonde that Sasuke permitted these little sessions. That Sasuke would smile and laugh when Kabuto reported back to him after each one. This last little bit was a lie, of course, but Naruto never knew that. And every time, just a little bit more of the blonde died inside.
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