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“Where is the scroll?” Inoichi asked for the nth time. “What did you and your associates do with it?”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about — oh, god,” Your sentence died at the same time those fingers of his curled upward, tapping — one-two-one-two — against your g-spot. You writhed in the chair members of the Interrogation Force had strapped you to, throwing your head back to observe the white light pinholed in from the ceiling.

“I’m just buttering you up for her,” Inoichi said. His fingers inched out, only to plunge right back in as far as they could reach, finger pads skimming against your g-spot’s rigged skin.

“Fuck, I don’t know anything, okay? I — aah …” Inoichi’s fingers had withdrew properly to run slow, languid circles over your clit, the prominent little nub having been neglected for hours. You bit your lip at the attention given, long overdue. “Fuck, yes — I don’t even know — oh — what the scroll even looks like!”

Inoichi appraised you, your contorting face, your teeth baring down on a bottom lip, threatening to draw blood. “Very well.”

You whined with the official withdrawal of his fingers. Inoichi took a step forward, and once you opened your mouth to speak, drowned your mouth in question with his moist digits.

“If you’re lying,” Inoichi said, pressing his wet fingers onto your tongue, letting up only so you could swirl the appendage around the wrinkled, salty skin, “Ino will get the truth out of you.”

He pulled his fingers from your mouth and left you, naked, legs spread, light beaming down on you, no dignity at all. A fact that both infuriated you and made you wetter.

“Fuck you!” You cried as the door shut with a creaking, metallic clamp. You slammed your head back with a frustrated yell. 

You were nowhere close to coming, which was somehow worse, this lukewarm fashion of edging. You ached for touch. For stimulation. Having received none, you laid in wait for your next tormentor. 

The door opening brought you a pathetic sort of relief. 

“Well, well, well,” came a feminine voice, presumably the notorious Ino Yamanaka. “I’ll have to thank dad for leaving me with such a fun doll to play with.”

“I’ll tell you exactly what I told him,” You said impatiently. “Which is I don’t know anything. I don’t know where the hell your precious scroll is, and I’m glad I don’t!” You thrashed against your constraints, ceaseless in your protest. “This whole stinking village can burn to the fucking ground, and I’d kick the ashes!”

Ino clutched her chest, feigning offense. “My, what strong words!” she said, positively scandalized. “I suppose I’ll just have to test that conviction of yours.”

Ino sauntered over to you. Your eyes were drawn to the way her long, feminine fingers grazed the desk leagues from your chair. Despite your so-called convictions, you couldn’t help feeling the slightest bit intimidated. She was extremely beautiful. 

And also, according to hearsay, extremely dangerous. 

“Look at you.” Hands on her hips, Ino leaned over your exposed frame. A small smirk quirked the edge of her lips, blue eyes roving over you from the neck down. “You were so ready to put up a fight before, but now you’re shaking like a leaf!” Her smirk grew wider at the pun. “Figures you were all talk —“

You didn’t know what came over you — maybe it was being tied up all day, maybe it was the multitude of ruined orgasms — but you had come to the split-hair end of your patience with all this, and spit in the face Ino had leaned over and offered you.

She gave a startled cry. A second to register what happened, then —

Smack! Your cheek stung. 

“You disrespectful little bitch,” she said. You faced her just in time to see her swipe the saliva off her face. “And to think I was gonna go easy on you —“

“Oh, cut the crap,” You said. “In no world were you ever gonna go easy on me. Let’s just get this over with.”

A beat and Ino’s smirk returned. You felt as though you had passed some test.

“You’ve got at least some brains.” Ino sauntered past you, and your heart hammered with ill-concealed fear of what she would do, heightened by the fact you could no longer see her. You hollered as she gripped your hair, yanking your head back. “I mean, besides that little stunt you pulled.”

You were forced to look up at Ino now. She cooed, eyeing the red patch on your cheek. 

“Ohh, did it hurt?” She crooned. “Don’t like getting hit there? Aww, it’s okay. I know a place where you might like it better.”

She released your head and it bobbled stupidly toward the chair’s arm as she came back around. She gripped your ankle to shove your already aching leg aside and —

Smack!

“Ah! You fucking bitch!” Your voice held hysteria, the sting concentrated on your pussy almost primal. “What —“

Smack!

You gasped, but otherwise stayed quiet.

“She’s learning,” Ino said with false pride. “Very good. Now, tell me what I want to know.”

Your chest rose and fell with heavy breathing. “I don’t know any —“

Smack!

“Fuck …!” You bit your lip against the pain, beginning to thrash against the restrictive snakes of leather again.

“You’ve got such a pretty little pussy here.” Ino ran fingers over your v of pubic hair before grazing them over your folds, threatening to insert them. “I would hate to ruin it. Now, let’s try again. Where’s the fucking scroll?”

“I don’t —“

Smack! 

“Ah! I said I don’t —“

Smack! Smack! Smack!

“Ah — okay, okay, okay!” Your last relent came out as a squeal as Ino’s hand hovered threateningly over your abused cunt. “Enough … Okay, I can tell you what I do know —“

“Wait,” Ino said, gaze focused downwards. Her brows drew together as she leaned away from your chair. “It can’t be …”

You blinked, unsure of what to expect from her now. “…What?”

And she laughed. High-pitched, positively mean girl. So much so you turned your face to hide your blush in the crook of your shoulder. 

“I can’t believe it!” she cried. “You’re actually getting wet over this!”

“I’m not!”

“Oh, yeah?” And it was not a threat this time; Ino inserted two fingers into your cunt. “Then why’s this so easy, huh?”

You had no argument, remaining silent as she tauntingly probed you.

“You like pain, is that it?” Ino inferred. “Like when pretty girls smack your pussy around?”

You shrank to the sound of her wicked giggles. At last Ino withdrew in a way that seemed merciful, but you knew better.

“Well, I don’t know how to punish you if you’re such a creep you get off on it.” Ino sighed, closing her eyes as she scratched the back of her head, a gesture that didn’t feel altogether hers but learned from someone else. “S’been a while since this’s happened … What a drag.”

“Then …” You blinked, hopeful. “Then that’s it? You’ll let me go?”

Ino cracked an eye open at you. “Hm. Nice try. But no.” She stepped away, forgoing her drab interrogation coat and letting it pool to the floor behind her. “I’ve got a better idea.”

You wished you were less of a goon, but you’d be lying if you didn’t stare, mouth agape, as Ino stripped in front of you.

“Like whatcha see?” Ino wiggled her hips back and forth. “Most people do.”

Your eyes were glued to her undulating figure — and your heart raced as she approached you, unsure of what she would do next. 

She toppled you, entangling her legs and yours, before pressing her cunt against your own.

You shrieked as she dropped onto you without aplomb, eyes widening and mouth dropping as she swerved her hips, rocking her clit against yours —

“Wha — oh! What the fu —“

“You know what you have to do,” Ino said, her smirk wicked under the blinding interrogation light. She groped your tit, her thumb massaging the pink nub still risen and eager for her touch.

You bit down on your lip; the sensation, compounded by moments of impact torment, was marvelous. Ino’s cunt slipped and slid over yours, commingling slick and juice. Her pubic hair grazed over your clit, fully assault now as her hips rocked you against the leather of your chair.

“You’re really sick, you know that?” Ino lifted her mons to expose more of her clit, kissing it to yours. Her movements were more precise now, less jerky and more languid, sweetening the pleasure. “Getting off on all this. Anyone else would be begging me to stop, but you? I could probably try and kill you right about now and you’d thank me. Go on. Tell me I’m wrong.”

Any vocalization from you at this point would melt into a moan or a “please please more more.” And you did not need her degradation right now — degradation that was now only driving you closer to the edge.

You closed your eyes shut, hoping the lack of visual stimuli would delay the inevitable — but you opened them again when Ino’s weight fell over you. She smiled sweetly in your face, her gyrations ceaseless now and endlessly erotic. 

“Stop.” You thrashed, the movement aiding your predicament. “Stop, stop —!“

“Or what?” Ino’s tone was pointedly oblivious, as was her expression; brows raised innocuously, lips pouty — and so close. “You’ll come?” 

She thrashed harder, all languidity gone. Her breasts pressed against yours, your pebbled nipples brushing against her perfect skin. 

“Do it,” Ino said, and at your hopeless whimper she chuckled. “Let me see how you look when you’re fucked dumb.”

Her clit grazed over yours, applying the most exquisite pressure over yours —

“Ino!”

She withdrew from you. 

You blinked, flustered and on the edge. “Wha ... What?”

Risen inches above you, she smiled, victorious. “Tell me what I wanna know.”

“This is sick!” You were more wild animal than human now, denied orgasm dozens of times. You thrashed, set to spit in Ino’s gorgeous face a second time. “You and that pervy fucking dad of yours —!“

“You wanna come?” Ino spoke over you. “Do you part. Tell me.”

You breathed hard. Tears grew at the corner of your eyes. You looked around, helplessly, nether regions begging for release. You clenched around nothing, clit abandoned.

“… Okay,” You said. “… It’s in the fucking — fucking Mist village, all right? I gave it to a friend and …”

Your stupid snitch mouth couldn’t stop rambling off, giving Ino every minute detail she and her personnel would need to find what you had claimed. 

All the while Ino looked down at you, expression inscrutable. Once you were finished, catching your breath, she was quiet for a few seconds still. 

“Pathetic,” she murmured, and sat down over you again. 

You howled out a moan. You wiggled against her best you could, but you couldn’t possibly hope to match her rhythm. She grit her teeth, eyes closed, but that was your only indication she felt anything at all as she burrowed into you. 

“Oh, fuck, fuckfuckfuck.” This was never going to last long and you knew it, but the euphoric rise of your climax was all you cared for, and more than that: the fall from the cliff that had been denied you so many times.  

So when Ino rocked her hips, hard, against you one final time, you felt drunk with release. Your eyes rolled as you arched your back best you could against your restraints. 

“Thank you …” You were babbling now, to no one. “Oh, gods, thank you …”

“Hmph!” Ino removed herself from you. Through lidded eyes you watched her redress, unsure if she had even come at all, if the blossom-pink fluster against her sweet skin was any tell. “Whatever, sicko.”

As she draped her trench coat over herself, she looked your wrecked form over. “Well, this was fun. My people will come to put you behind bars shortly.” She winked. “See ya never.”

And that was where she left you, as she had found you, only worse. Messied and aching everywhere, you sighed and thudded your head against the chair’s base. Pathetic. Absolutely. And screwed. Definitely.