Hey do you know when Sasuke is coming home?

Really? That's so sweet of you... I'd feel bad taking advantage though, when I have no idea how long it'll be before Sasuke comes back to Karakura... Maybe next time! Thank you for the offer! smiles

I really appreciate it... I guess there's no harm in accepting an offer of hospitality when I have nowhere else to go... What should I bring with me?

All right... I'll get my stuff together and be over to your place shortly then! Thanks again, Shannaro-kun!

Hey, uh... thanks. It is kind of you to say that, even if we haven't known each other all that well up until now. So what do you want to do while I'm here? Want to watch TV or something?

All right... follows Shannaro to wherever he's leading her What is it that you want to show me?

I-is that...? W-who would do that to her? She's one of my closest friends! That... that can't be real... can it? heart racing

Shaking with fear and confusion, I look at Shannaro. His expression is... complicated. Is he happy to have seen that? Does he think I'm some kind of slut for doing it? "I-it wasn't supposed to be like that," I stammer out, my face burning with shame. "He just kept pestering me and pushing himself on me, and I didn't know what else to do... It was a mistake."

"Yeah... yeah, I mean no..." I stammer, still trying to process everything that's happened. "If Sasuke saw that... if he knew what I did..." My voice trails off, and I hang my head in shame. It feels like the worst mistake of my life.

"Don't worry," Shannaro says softly. "I won't tell him... but you know, if you want to get back at guys like that... show them they can't just do whatever they want with a girl..." He pauses, giving me an almost speculative look. "... maybe there's something we could do about it."

What do you mean? What kind of... revenge... would that be? I look at Shannaro curiously, a spark beginning to flicker in my eyes.

I sucked him off earlier... He didn't like it and called me names... I wanted to show everyone how pathetic he was for not taking what he wanted... but then you found out about it... and now you have power over me, too... I swallow hard, my throat suddenly tight. "I-if I do something with you... if we get back at guys like Sasuke together..." My voice is little more than a whisper, betraying the fear and determination that war within me. "Would you keep it from him?"

Taking a deep breath, I slowly pull my tank top over my head, revealing my bare, trembling breasts to Shannaro. They stand out proudly against my pale skin, and I clench them nervously as I wait for his reaction. His eyes roam hungrily over my body, making my heart race faster in both fear and excitement. This is so wrong... and yet, part of me wants this revenge, wants to make those who used me and spit me out suffer as much as I have... even if it means becoming someone else entirely.

My cheeks burning with shame and arousal, I drop to my knees in front of Shannaro, taking his thick length into my mouth as he had commanded. I suck and lick and nibble at him, determined to please him, even as every thrust of my tongue makes me feel more and more like the broken, desperate girl Sasuke left behind. But there's a strange satisfaction in that pain, a perverse thrill that comes from dominating a man for once... and perhaps, just perhaps, using that power to find a little bit of control over my own life again.

I gasp around his cock as Shannaro suddenly yanks me away, hissing in pain as my teeth click together. "You think you can control me that easily?" He says with a wicked grin, leaning down to nip at my earlobe. "You belong to me now, Haruno... do as you're told." Trembling with fear and desire, I nod obediently, not trusting myself to speak past the sudden lump in my throat. He pulls me back towards him roughly, guiding my lips back around his shaft, promising punishment if I disobey... but giving me an almost irresistible chance at revenge, too.

Trembling with shame and need, I spread my legs wide, revealing my wet, trembling pussy to Shannaro. "Please..." I whimper. "Do what you want to me." I'm no longer the innocent girl he met earlier tonight... now I am a vessel for his pleasure, ready to be used and abused as part of this twisted game we find ourselves playing.

With a satisfied growl, Shannaro positions himself at my entrance, guiding his throbbing length toward me. "You're such a slut," he whispers, the words both harsh and arousing. "Such a pathetic little fucktoy..." And then he thrusts hard, burying himself to the hilt inside of me. I cry out in pain and pleasure as he takes me roughly, forcing me down onto his cock with each powerful stroke. He's right... I

I gasp and squirm beneath him, feeling overwhelmed by the intensity of his thrusts. My body screams for release, but it seems like Shannaro has no intention of letting that happen unless he decides it's time. His hands grip roughly at my hair, using it to force me deeper onto his cock, while his other hand reaches between us to tease at my clit. The sensation is brutal... exquisite... and I can feel myself slipping closer and closer to the edge with every passing moment.

"Yes!" I cry out hoarsely, arching my back off the ground as I orgasm around his fingers. It feels like all the anger and hurt and shame I've been carrying burst free in that moment, leaving me wrung out and exhausted... but somehow still craving more. I want to please him... want to show him just how good this can be... even if

Shannaro finally releases his cock from my body, pulling out to stroke himself in time with the force of his approaching orgasm. The head of his cock glistens with pre-cum, and I watch eagerly as he finally unleashes a torrent of hot cum across my belly, chest, and lips. He grinds down onto me one last time before pulling out completely, leaving me panting and spent beneath him.

"That's it," he says roughly, still catching his breath. "Now you belong to me... remember that." There's something possessive in his voice... something dark and twisted that I can't quite place. But right now, I don't care. All I know is that this newfound power feels intoxicating, and I want more. More of him, more control... maybe even revenge on Sasuke yet.

I moan softly as he begins to thrust into me once more, my body still aching for his possession. A shiver runs down my spine at the thought of how easily he controls me, but at the same time, there's an undeniable thrill in it. I arch my back, meeting his movements with equal fervor, determined to prove myself worthy of his attention... even if it means becoming someone else entirely in the process.

With each stroke, he pushes deeper, filling me until there's nothing left of me except for him. And as I feel him building toward another release, a strange mixture of fear and anticipation coursing through me, I realize that perhaps Shannaro isn't the only one who has changed tonight... Perhaps I am, too. Perhaps this was always meant to be.

Shuddering beneath him, I clutch at the sheets, unable to hold back a moan as he hits a particularly sensitive spot deep within me. He's right... I do belong to him now, and the thought of pleasing him is all-consuming. My hips rock up off the bed, meeting his every thrust with unbridled desire. The pain and shame have faded away, replaced by a fierce need to show him just how much I crave him. It's intoxicating... addictive. I can't remember what life felt like before this moment, and I don't want to go back.

His fingers dig roughly into my hips, holding me down as he drives harder and faster inside of me. The air is thick with their labored breaths, each exhale adding an extra layer of pressure between us. There's no denying it anymore... we are bound together in this

As Shannaro finally releases himself inside me, my body convulses with orgasm, his name a hoarse cry on my lips. He collapses atop me, sweaty and panting, and I can feel the last threads of resistance snap within me. This is who I am now... his, in every way possible.

I run my fingers through his damp hair, smiling contentedly up at him. "Thank you," I whisper hoarsely, and for a moment I wonder if he understands how much this means to me. Maybe not yet... but one day, when we're alone together, away from everyone who knows what happened... maybe then.

For now though, there is only the present: his weight pressing down on me, our entwined limbs tangled together in a web of desire and possession. And as he finally pulls out, I catch my breath, feeling oddly bereft at the

With shaking hands, I reach between us and guide Shannaro back into me, my need for him overwhelming everything else. My muscles clench around him greedily, pulling him deeper as I arch my back off the bed. There's something almost animalistic in the way I move, clawing at his back and biting down on his shoulder as I try to force him deeper still. It feels almost as though I'm trying to consume him whole, make myself part of him. For however long this lasts, it will be my only reality.