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ʀᴇɴᴇɢᴀᴅᴇ ᴅᴏᴡɴ (1x1 w/ Jikkah)

"Quit squirming." He snarled, pulling the top of her dress down as well; now it just bunched across her midsection. He started working on his own clothes, pushing her back anytime she tried to get up.
 
His aggression scared her, closing her legs and trying to cover her chest with the dress again. “I’m sorry..” She tried to soothe his anger- of course she was completely unaware she was the cause of the anger, high as a kite.
 
She tensed up when he pressed against her entrance, feeling resistance that made her eyes go wide. “W-Wait..!” She pleaded, pressing against him with her hands to try and push him back- she wasn’t ready at all.
 
Megohime let out a terrible wail as he did, struggling hard against him now, tears of pain filling her eyes. She felt like a hot iron was being inserted into her, the pain of him entering her dry making her see white spots. He filled her painfully slow, feeling far larger than he was due to her unpreparedness. She didn’t dare try to speak again, hoping he would stop.

Amaya woke from unconsciousness, finding she could hardly move, body stiff and heavy. She lay wrapped up in bandages, hooked up to several different medical instruments. She looked around the room slowly, trying to gather her strength to sit up.
 
He didn't stop moving, pressing into her until he was completely buried inside her.
"You do learn. I was almost worried." He remarked sarcastically.

"I wouldn't do that." Mitsunari said, sitting in a chair beside her, "You'll open your stitches."
 
She trembled hard, head leaned back in agony, gripping the bed as hard as she could. Megohime wanted him off her, wanted him out of her, feeling wetness between her legs and it wasn’t from excitement. She bit her lip to muffle a whimper, his vice grip on her neck making the chain of her tags dig into her skin painfully.

She turned her head to look at Mitsunari beside her, taking a moment to figure out what was going on, and why she was alive and in the Guilds hospital wing. “Mitsunari..? Why am I here..?”
 
He didn't wait for her to adjust, he began to move his hips firmly in and out of her.
"Good dog." He hissed.

"You were dying, I brought you here to treat you." He replied simply, one leg folded over the other.
 
Each thrust made her jerk from pain, tears falling freely down the sides of her face. She gnashed her teeth, red in the face as she did her best to obey Goto, but soon she couldn’t hold her cries in anymore. His cock was slick with her blood and juices, slowly growing lubricated but it was hardly a relief for Megohime. “I’m sorry..!” She finally broke, begging through her tears. “I’m sorry, please! Please stop!” Each movement felt awful, throbbing painfully between her legs. “I won’t do it again!”

She felt her stomach drop, and finally she was snapped back into reality. She sat up, stiff and with a wobble, eyes serious. “Sasuke? Where is he?”
 
His hand moved from her neck to her mouth, muffling her before he forced her to look at the cameras. He didn't bother to hoss at her this time.

"I told you not to move." He said, standing to push her back down, "You'll open the stitches."
 
She sobbed against his hand, not daring to try and fight him off anymore, Megohime stared at the cameras through her tears. Her hands shook as she gripped the sheets, soft whimpers and cries still audible from beneath his hand, but now they were muffled. Again with the cameras, she didn’t understand why he was filming this, was he intending to watch back his victory? Tears rolled down her face as she lay stiffly under him, sweating heavily from the pain, praying desperately for him to finish quickly.

“Where’s Sarutobi?” She ignored his words, but allowed for him to force her back down- not that she had the strength to do otherwise so soon after regaining consciousness. Though she wasn’t feeling the pain, her body was in rough shape, having both internal and external injuries.
 
He moved his hand but kept her face pointed at the cameras.
"Beg for it." He ordered, "Beg like the whore you are."

"I left him where he lay." He replied, "I nullified your contract to him, you're part of the Guild again."
 
She could just make out Goto’s angry expression out of the corner of her eyes, knowing he’d be more than willing to hurt her more to get her to do what he wanted. She was in so much pain her voice cracked when she spoke, lower lip quivering. “Please fuck me..!” She whimpered out.

“You can’t do that..!” She argued back, eyes widening in disbelief and anger. “I didn’t agree to anything!”
 
"That's a good girl. Do you want my cum, whore?" He demanded.

"I lead the Guild. You were contracted to him through me. I can do whatever the fuck I want." He replied.
 
She nodded, unable to tear her eyes away from the man who stood behind the cameras. “Please fill me with your cum..” She begged, heart squeezing in her chest. This man hadn’t been in the room earlier, tall with an eyepatch and messy hair. Goto either didn’t care or didn’t notice that he had slipped in, but all the man was doing was watching her, and she wasn’t sure why but it made her feel ashamed.
He felt familiar, but no matter how hard she tried, she couldn’t recall where she had seen him before.

Was Sasuke even still alive? Her blood ran cold at the thought- it was certainly possible coming from Mitsunari. “Yeah, you’re right.. just like I can choose to become a stray again.”
 
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