Summery: Coming from a poor background you were sold to the pleasure house at a young age even though your dream was to one day be a shinobi. Instead, as you grew up, your mistress got tired of your attitude and sold you to the first duo who asked. These two were none other than members of the formidable Akatsuki.
Warnings: NSFW, DubCon, Female receiving oral, threats of violence,
Word Count: 2.5k
A/N: This is an AU where all the Akatsuki members are alive and together. New mini-series.
Chapter 2 I Chapter 3 I Chapter 4 I Chapter 5I Chapter 6 I Chapter 7
Sold to the pleasure house at a young age, you were familiar with a life whose path is set for them. You knew you were to serve noble men and their kinks before being sold and married off to the highest bidder. Only you weren’t one to be touched against your will. You had always wanted to become a ninja but you weren’t born into a shinobi family. You were born into a poor family who couldn’t afford to keep their only child. So you read and you practiced, all by yourself. Every day, from the time you were young till now, you centered your chakra, allowing it to flow from point to point. Feeling its life-giving strength fuel your power. You developed what you read was an unusual combination of Fire and Water style jutsus. Your favorite one to use was phoenix flower jutsu. The balls of fire dancing in the space between you and the latest toolbag who tried to touch what he didn’t pay for always made you feel protected. Little did you know it couldn’t protect you from everyone.
Back at the Akatsuki hideout, the crew was getting rowdier than ever. Constant missions had kept everyone apart for months but the burnout was obvious so their leader, Tobi, assigned missions closer to home. The issue is that a band of ruthless shinobi such as the Akatsuki don’t do well within close quarters.
“Give back my detonating clay!”
“Nice try blondie. I know you were in my room trying to steal Samehada last night. She told me so.”
“Was not!”
“As if I believe you. Maybe I’ll feed this to Samehada, see if she’s as good of an ‘artist’ as you.”
“Wait! I need that for my art!”
“Psh, you speak of art as if it’s your god. Come to the way of Joshin and you’ll never worry about your silly art again.”
“SHUT IT Hidan!”
“Or what?! Wanna become Joshin’s next sacrifice!”
The purple-haired man swings his scythe at the young artist when the tall shark-like swordsman snatches up the boy by his long blonde strands.
“Hey! Let go or I’ll-”
“-What, kill me?”
“All three of you need to shut up! When’s our next mission so I don’t have to suffer you idiots?”
“Sasuke, that wasn’t a very nice thing to say to your brethren.”
“Not now, older brother.” he retorts with a pinch to his nose. Soon a half white, half black figure pops into the room.
“Can someone tell me what it’s like to poo?”
“Ah, gross Zetzu! Why’d ya have to bring that up again?!”
“Well, when someone answers the question, maybe I’ll stop.”
“ENOUGH!”
The voice was deep and commanding. An orange-masked man rounds the corner in his scarlet clouded cloak and all members fall silent.
“You are shinobi of an elite organization. Act like it.”
The man named Tobi strides through the room catching Pain on his way out.
“Pain, Konan, come.”
A tall orange haired man with a face littered in piercings and a slender woman with a paper flower in her hair follow behind into a spare room.
“These idiots are always bickering.” Tobi’s baritone states with exhaustion.
“They’re bored sir.”
“I give them respite and they thank me by acting like a bunch of children.”
“Maybe they need something to do…or a way to blow off steam.” Konan defends
“They should be training.” Pain says with a firm nod.
“...or…uh, I…nevermind.”
“Out with it woman.” Tobi’s words spit out like venom.
“Maybe they have…urges…to release?”
“Oh they do, do they?” Tobi presses “Are you speaking from experience?”
With flushed cheeks Konan’s lashes fall.
“That’s what I thought.” Tobi looks towards Pain, “You’re dismissed.”
Both shinobi turn to leave when the deep voice speaks up again, “Where are you going?”
A slender hand raises to tuck lavender strands behind one ear. “You said we were dismissed.”
“No, I said he was dismissed. You haven’t finished serving your purpose.”
With a thick swallow, Konan stands up straight and turns back towards Tobi. “What do you need?”
With each word he steps forward.“Tell me more about these urges? How do you suggest we satisfy them?”
With one more swallow, Konan finds her composure “I would suggest concubines sir.”
“Concubines, eh?”
“Yes, I believe there are several pleasure houses in the nearby village.”
“Good, I want you to check them out.”
“Check them out?”
“Yes, find some pretty merchandise for your comrades.”
“Don’t you think you should vet them first? You’ve been so picky with who you’ve let into this organization and these girls will be privy to our secrets.”
Tobi muses to himself before agreeing. “We’ll do reconnaissance tomorrow.”
You finish your supper as your lady enters the room. “House is busy tonight. You’re taking the next caller.”
“I’m not putting up with any funny business.”
“Try to be desirable for a change. And stop scaring away the customers.”
“They’re dreadful and disgusting.”
“And pay well”
You scoff at her. “I’ll be in my room.”
“You scare off one more customer and I’m selling you.”
“Wouldn’t be the first time!” you call over your shoulder as you walk to your room in a huff. You wish to slam the door as hard as possible but she was right, you could hear your sisters all working. The sounds of men groaning come from every corner of the house and it would be unwise to create a ruckus on such a bustling evening.
You sit at your looking glass and brush out your hair. You allow it to fall down your back and tickle your neck before you lean forward to apply a small dusting of blush and smear rice water cream over your lips to soften them. Just as you finish, you hear your door begin to open. You look up to a stout man entering your room and raking in your appearance with obvious hunger. You felt your stomach tighten at the thought of entertaining him but you plastered on a sweet simper and move to sit on the mattress, patting the place next to you.
Meanwhile downstairs Konan approaches your misses.
“Excuse me ma’am. Would you happen to be selling any of your girls?”
“Who’s asking?”
“I am.” Tobi’s tenor voice crashes over the lady as her mouth falls open in fear upon seeing the masked man with the glowing red eye. She realizes her state and quickly closes her mouth while wiping her hands on the front of her dress. “No, I am not selling any of my girls.”
Across the home you hear a man shouting in terror “FIRE! FIRE! HELP THERE’S A FIRE”
“...Except for that one.” she finishes with rage.
Tobi and Konan immediately head towards the shouting to check on the source of the commotion. Upon entering the room they see a beautiful young woman with hair fallen around her face and a disheveled kimono open in the front, exposing both breasts and her pelvis.
“Oh relax” you say, weaving hand signs for your water style cannon to extinguish your phoenix flowers. “Now go, and don’t come back. We don’t need your type around here.”
“Yes we do!” your mistress chimes in, pushing Tobi and Konan to the side to scold you for your behavior.
“No we don’t! He’s a pig! And who the hell are they?!” you say gesturing towards the cloaked shinobi.
“Your next customer”
“Absolutely not.”
“Well that’s too bad cause they intend on purchasing your worthless hide.”
“Like hell they’ll take me.”
You weave the tiger sign to once more scare away these newcomers with your phoenix flower flames only to be met with a ginormous fireball to the face. Quickly you switch your jutsu to water style to combat the masked stranger when he voluntarily stops.
Your hair falls in your suddenly sweaty face as you gauge the man before you.
“My, my. Aren’t we a feisty one? And a user of ninjutsu as well. That’s a first.”
“I’m not interested.”
“Well too bad for you because I am. Konan, give the lady the money.”
“Good, take this ungrateful slut off my hands. Maybe you can knock some sense into her. I don’t need my house set ablaze every other day. I’m done.”
You feel your chest constrict with anger and sadness. To be cast aside, demoted to the value of a coin, yet again, and be forced to go to a new home once more. What’s more, is your tricks won't work on this one. He can out master your flames. You give a panicked look to the one with a paper flower atop her head before your teary eyes stare up into the dark hole of the orange mask.
A gloved hand glides up and cups the bottom of your chin, “Don’t get soft on me now kitten. I enjoy the spark.”
You rip your face away from his hand but he grabs you by the arm. “Konan, test her out for me, please. If you like her we’ll keep her, if you don’t we’ll kill her.”
The sadness in your heart quickly spins to fear as you realize how dangerous your new owner must be.
“But sir-”
“You said you had pent up urges.”
“I-”
“What? Were you going to ride the face of that Pain puppet? That seems a bit chilly, don’t you think? Why not try someone with a little more body heat?”
The pain and insult were obvious on Konan's face but she did as she was told and approached you.
With cold and hooded eyes she demands, “Knees.”
You swallow, remembering his words. There was no way out of this one. You were going to have to do what you were trained for and earn your keep…along with your life.
‘You’re the whore; you know what to do”
Your hands rifle past the noir cloak and find the ties of her pants. You pull the skin tight spandex down past her knees and gently lift her leg to tenderly slide the fabric over her ankle and off her foot.
The pants now removed, your hands hold open the front of her cloak similar to your open kimono. You lift yourself off the heels of your feet and bring your mouth to the front of her cotton panties. You kiss her heat over the cloth before your teeth find the waistband and pull down.
“Good girl.” you hear the masked man purr from the entrance of the room.
One hand slides under the thick bamboo fabric of the scarlet and black cloak to graze over her cheek and sink your fingers into the soft flesh of her behind while your other hand wanders up her pale inner thigh, finding her labia and slipping two fingers up into her slit.
Grip tightening on the muscle of her rear, your fingers thrust in and out, hooking inside her squishy insides, feeling how they tighten around your digits. Once she gasps you pull them out and look up at her face before wrapping your lips around your fingers and sucking them clean. The taste was sweet, almost like a baked treat and your lids flutter slightly before she grabs a large section of your hair and pulls you up to your feet.
“Arms folded behind you and lay down on your back.”
You do as she instructs and find her crawling up on the mattress to straddle your face. Her robes fall over your head and you are plunged into darkness, completely blinded by the cloak.
As her weight pushes against your face, you open your mouth to kitten lick at her entrance made wet by your foreplay.
Just as you open wider to sink your tongue between her lips she reaches back and pinches your nipples earning a cry from you that vibrates against her folds. A satisfied hum can be heard from the place where the masked man stood and you knew he approved.
You jab your tongue out as far as you can and stroke forward inside her heat, slurping up her juices with loud wet sounds. Her hips rut against your face as satisfied signs leave Konan’s chest. You wrap your lips around her little nub at the front of her entrance and rub the tip of your tongue back and forth along the bump.
Her legs close around your head before suddenly releasing. She repositions herself so that she is facing down your body rather than towards the head of the bed and as she sits back down, your nose prods against the crevice between her cheeks.
With better access to her swollen bud you seal the perky tip between your pillowy lips and suck. Her thighs squeeze against your body and she weaves hand signs so that two paper butterflies appear and fold into clips. They flutter towards your nipples and you feel their wings brush against your skin before the clip on their bellies opens and traps your sore nipples between them.
You squirm and whine at the discomfort but really it causes you to clench around nothing. Your legs kick out feeling desperate to get up but your mouth obediently continues to pet her clit.
Konan lifts her hand and brings it down harshly between your legs, slapping your folds and protruding clit.
You scream, the vibrations tickling between her legs causing her to lower more of her weight onto your head. Your legs snap closed. “No you don’t.” she says smooth as butter. Grabbing one of your legs in her arms, she holds your leg against her chest and continues her assault on your folds.
Her rutting against your face as you scream causes the noises to come out muffled and broken which only makes Tobi’s member stiffen in his pants. The spectacle of your squirming beneath his comrade mesmerized him and he knew he wanted you to himself.
You open your mouth wide to drag your tongue all the way from the hood of her clit, along the front of her entrance and point it as it enters her heat where you dance it in and out of her hole causing her to fall forward and rest her weight on the hand pushing into your waist.
The butterfly clips attached to the tips of your breasts tightened the more you please the female ninja, who eventually falls all the way forward and returns the favor, sucking on your own swollen nub till your legs shake with pleasure.
The harder she sucked, the harder you sucked, till you feel her gush on your face and both of you collapse from orgasm. She dismounts, panting from the feeling and nods at her masked counterpart. “This one will do.”
“Well, well, looks like you’re coming with us after all.”
Before you had a moment to realize the meaning of his words you feel yourself being pulled forward and suddenly you are in a dark gray abyss filled with large chunky blocks. You look around realizing it is just you, naked, aside from your small kimono that you pull over your shoulders for comfort. You are standing there alone, all by yourself, with no idea where you are or how you got there.
Masterlist
Chapter 2 I Chapter 3 I Chapter 4 I Chapter 5I Chapter 6 I Chapter 7
Everybody wants to be loved nowadays. Why do you think you‘d deserve it? What exactly did you do, what about you is lovable?
Your lack of identity? Your constant misery? Your questionable morals? Your dull life? Your empty mind?
