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The bulge in her stomach pulsated back and forth with each movement of the tentacle, her body heaving back and forth as she was mercilessly raped by the sand demon. Gaara's face was a twisted one of amusement, every scream, every writhe that he was able to bring forth from Sakura's body amused him to no end.

And still Sasuke did nothing. His eyes bore into her one accusingly, the red sharingan mocking her. There was something behind those eyes, another presence that hid itself from her view. It watched her through him, cool and dispassionate, waiting for her breaking moment.

"Hmph, since when has your attempts at helping every accomplished anything? Face it, your nothing. Just something to be used by others. You might as well face it and spread your legs wider."

Sasuke's hidden warning came to late as another tentacle jammed itself up he ass. The sudden intrusion came with nothing to prepare her, it simply tore through her rectum and forced her to take it. Even if she tried to scream it would have done no good.

Gaara laughed, and as he did so Sakura would see sand pushing out past his own clothing moving it aside and letting his real, hard cock spring forth. It wasn't as large as the monsters ramming her insides but would definitely work with what he had planned.
 
Sakura whimpered and cried out as the pleasure seemed to increase with every thrust, the pain virtually completely gone by now. Her body was growing hot and wet from both her juices and her sweat, her hair falling across her face as she panted for breath. Occasionally she managed to glance up at Sasuke, as if pleading for help, but he did nothing but mock her. She knew in the back of her mind something was wrong, but she couldn't focus. If only she could concentrate for a few moments she could figure it out, but this constant fucking was making it impossible.

Sakura screamed as a tentacle rammed into her tight ass, forcig her hips upwards and forwards. She was lucky in a way, the fucking of the first tentacle had gotten her so wet that her juices had spread across her ass, making the insertion easier. Sakura barely managed to look up and watch as Gaara allowed his real flesh and blood cock free. It was big....though compared to the tentacles violating her at the moment it would be a welcome reduction in size. "St-stop.....please....." She whimpered, then couldn't suppress a moan as the tentacles cotinued fucking her pussy and ass.
 
"Time to shut that mouth of hers up," Sasuke said with an almost maniacal gleam in his eye. The Sand Demon's fangs glistened as he smirked, holding his cock in his human hand as the poor girl was brutally fucked. A new tentacle emerged from Gaara's body, wrapping around her throat and pulling her towards his crotch. There was no room for compromise, no begging would work against it. Her soft, pinks lips were forced against the head of his shaft, the cruel tendril squeezing her neck until she complied. He was going to take her mouth now and she had no choice but to accept.

Behind her the twin rods plowed her body, the one in her ass being especially brutal. It expanded again, pushing apart her ass cheeks every time it surged forward before entering her body once more.
 
Sakura looked up at Sakura with wide eyes, he was encouraging Gaara? But why? "N-no....please.....ungh....nnaaaagh..." Sakura couldn't help moaning in pleasure as the tentacles continued to violently thrust into her pussy and ass, all pain gone by this point. The girl tried to close her mouth as her face was dragged towards Gaara's crotch, but the tentacle squeezing her neck left no choice, and she had to open her mouth in order to gasp for air.

In an instant, the human cock plowed into her mouth, pushing past her gag reflex and into her throat. Sakura let out a muffled gurgle of pleasure as her body was continually pleased, but something was stopping it from going further. For some reason, all her body did was get more frustrated...always at that tip....but never quite able to reach that ultimate pleasure.
 
All over her naked body the tentacles prodded and pulled, kissed and caressed. Her undeveloped breasts were wrapped by two sand-colored tendrils, each biting at her hardened nipples and never giving her a moments rest. The main show, her stretched hips, were being rocked wildly as the inhuman spirit plowed her like she was nothing more than a simple fucktoy, a distraction for his amusement. Grinding into her, changing shape to fill her completely, hitting her womb with each thrust, each tentacle was like a piston into her young body.

And Gaara, oh Gaara. His crazed face was wide with manic glee as he took his cock in her mouth without a hint of resistance. The girl was feeling the pleasure, wanting that release but not going to attain it. Unknown to her every bit of this was a fabrication, a carefully crafted illusion to bring forth a part of Sakura that Itachi knew was there underneath her tough girl exterior. For his plan to work, for her to give herself freely to him, this part would need to come out. She wasn't quite ready yet, but she was coming close.

His human hand suddenly gripping her pink hair painfully Gaara shut his eyes and let out a growl that seemed to come from two different creatures at once. His cock seemed to grow in her mouth, twitching wildly as it burst forth with its cum. The white seed of the demon container filled her throat, forcing her to take it all. Underneath her the tentacles suddenly bulged, their contents under pressure growing to their tip, pushing past her stretched barriers until releasing inside of her a black, sticky demon seed that filled her insides and bulging her stomach. It was hot, so much hotter than a humans seed.
 
Why? Why couldn't she cum? Sakura felt so close, her body teetering on the verge, but she just couldn't overcome that final barricade, causing her body to be tormented with an almost pleasure that she could never have imagined. The sensation of the sandy tentacles all over her body, the others pounding into both her ass and her pussy...it was almost enough to drive her insane, forcing any rational thoughts Sakura could have had that this was an illusion deeper and deeper into her mind, her real memories being pushed further and further away.

Despite not being able to obtain her own orgasm, Sakura soon felt that wasn't a problem for her attacker. She gasped as she suddenly felt Gaara cumming into her mouth, her eyes staring up at Sasuke, pleading for help before she let out a muffled cry. Her lower body was suddenly being stretched further, before thick, demonic seed began pouring into both her pussy and her ass, all three of her holes being filled with spurt after spurt of hot, thick fluid. Her stomach was bulging from the fluid, growing and expanding until she looked 9 months pregnant by the time the tentacles stopped cumming, every last drop of fluid trapped inside of her, the girl just panting as she was suspended in the air, her eyes almost glazed over. "Wh-why......?"
 
The tentacles pulled forth from her abused holes, black cum leaking out of her body in a huge mess. Letting her hang there for only a moment long Gaara let her drop to the ground, the grassy floor coming up to meet her with a hard thud, her extended belly being pushed and forcing out more demonic seed.

The Sand Demon was panting hard in the tree's above, his own cock finally going limb and dripping with his cum and her saliva. As the beast lowered itself to the ground Sasuke jumped from the trees in front of her, smirking as he grabbed a handful of her pink hair and lifted her face up to look at him. "Look at you, nothing but a little whore. You'd like nothing better than someone to fill your holes and you want to know why?"

He leaned in close, whispering in her ear. The voice was Sasuke's, but at the same time it was deeper, older, like someone else was whispering with him.

"Because it's all your good for."

Dropping her he turned to Gaara. "You can finish her off now. Konoha doesn't need this knocked up slut." With that he walked away to the the forest, letting Gaara descend on the girl, a wave of sand coming down to suddenly cover her body.
 
Sakura coughed and gasped for air as the tentacles withdrew from her, her entire body twitching and shaking as she was dropped to the ground, thick black fluid pouring from her body. Every nerve was on fire, every nerve felt like it was burning with an almost pleasure that she just couldn't find. "Nnnngh...." Sakura's hands twitched, almost like they were going to reach down and try to satisfy the burning, but Sasuke's voice yanked her away from such actions.

"S-sasuke...." Sakura barely noticed the difference in his voice, just whimpering slightly. "P-please....help me....I don't.....I don't wnat the baby of a demon....please...." She slowly reached out for Sasuke as he walked away, unable to move after him as cum continued pouring from both her lower holes. "N-no...." She whimpered, crying out as Gaara dropped down. "No....no please!" Sakura tried to crawl away, screaming as the sand overwhelmed her, wrapping her in darkness...
 
Soon every inch of her body was covered by the crawling sand, her nude form soon disappearing as the monster engulfed her form. All around her there was nothing but darkness as the demon constricted her, toying with her, squeezing every part of her body until it felt like she would be crushed in the grip of Gaara.

Slowly, without even letting her realize it, she began to drift away. Her mind was becoming easier to manage, for the father she was taken through the illusions the easier it was to control her, to keep her subconscious trapped. Her memories were reformed, bit by bit, locking them away until they would be needed and bringing forth another memory from her life. One she held up as one of her greatest moments.

Her mind was taken back to that day in the desert, herself and the old woman Chiyo standing down the puppeteer madman Sasori. There was no part of the illusion that didn't feel real, the rocky cave floor beneath her knees, the sand blowing into the cave from outside, even the warm blood on her hands felt all to real.

Chiyo's body shuddered once in Sakura's arms, the old woman's heart finally giving way from the massive injury she had received in her abdomen. The injury was too great for medical jutsu to repair and Sakura could do nothing but sit there as the old woman died in her arms.

"Hmm, to bad." The lumbering form of Sasori landed a few yards away from the pair, his hunched over form watching them with cold, puppet eyes. A large scorpion tale snaked its way out from underneath his cloak, rattling in a mocking way. "She will make a fine puppet after I am through with her," he said, "now all I have to do it take care of a little pink problem.
 
Sakura whimpered and squirmed as she was crushed amongst the sand. She had no strength left to struggle, and just as she was about to accept her fate, everything changed. The world around her began to shift and change, her memories being changed once again. The memory of what had just happened was suddenly locked away, and before she knew it Sakura was somewhere else.

"Ch-chiyo!" Sakura looked down as the woman died in her arms, growling as she looked up at Sasori. "You....you bastard..." She growled, gently setting Chiyo down as she glared at him. Slowly she got to her feet, clenching her fists tightly. "I'm going to kill you!" Things didn't quite feel right about all this, but it was only a tiny nagging thought in the back of her mind that didn't matter. "Die!" Sakura suddenly lunged forward, intending to punch right through the man infront of her.
 
"Heh." Sasori didn't even flinch as the girl charged at him. It was true that her strength was impressive, shattering rock as well as bone like glass, but in her memories there was always that one hitch, that one nagging truth: without Chiyo to guide the kunoichi with her puppet strings Sakura was near helpless against the Akatsuki member.

Moving faster that one would expect the Scorpion tale surged out from underneath Sasori's cloak, smashing into the girl side-first so as not to pierce her, and send her flying through the air. As she hit the ground the puppeteer chuckled, and behind the scenes Itachi watched with cold, calculating eyes, warping the events of that day to better serve his needs.

The memory was an interesting one because it was so well-remembered, but also because of how the girl remembered it. She thought herself strong here even through she gave up control of her body to Chiyo to win. Let's see what happened when Sakura gave up all control of the situation.

As she stumbled back her wrists and legs suddenly came to a jerking stop, every nerve in her body suddenly on fire as a strange chakra invaded her body. Along ever curve of her body, every joint, a string of Chakra shot out. Just from following them to their destination underneath Sasori's cloak it was clear what was happening:

Sasori was turning her into a living puppet.
 
In the very back of her mind Sakura knew something was wrong, that this should be going differently, that it should be going much better. Still, there was no time for nagging doubts right now, she had to win this fight, she had to avenge Chiyo!

Sakura gasped, clutching her side for a moment as she was thrown back, but quickly got back to her feet. "Damn...he's fast.." Sakura shot forward quickly to attack again, but suddenly came to a stop, her body suddenly not responding how she wanted. "Wh-what....? Why can't I move...?" Sakura could twitch at best, then as she struggled she started to see......started to see the strings, following them slowly back to Sasori. "No....no way...." Her eyes widened, struggling only increasing. "Let me go! Let me go you sick bastard!"
 
The puppetmaster said nothing. He didn't even move for all Sakura could see. The only sign that he had heard her was the sudden twitch of the strings from underneath his cloak. Her arms and legs were now moving independently of her body, forcing her to get to her feet and stand at attention. It was becoming clear that if he wanted to, Sasori could kill her easily. He could have made her to slit her own throat, but it would soon be clear that he had other plans in mind.

"Hrm..." his cold,unfeeling eyes looked up and down Sakura's form. With a twitch of the strings commanded her to turn herself around, giving him ample view of her body.

"Let's see how worthy you are of becoming my puppet," he said. The stings connected to her suddenly jerked her arms out as he gave her a simple order. "Strip."
 
Sakura tried to move, tried to even flex her arm or wiggle her finger, but it was useless, it was like she was completely paralyzed. She could feel her body, she still had full sensation, but it was like her muscles just weren't responding to what her brain was telling them. "You litle-" Sakura yelped as she suddenly turned around. She hadn't been able to tell he was going to do that, her body had just moved on its own and caught her by surprise.

"Stop this!" Sakura yelped again as her arms jerked out, her eyes widening at his order. "No! No way! You sick bastard there's no way I'm going to do that!" Despite what she was saying, Sakura's hands were already moving to start slowly removing her top, beginning to peel it from her body, revealing flawless skin beneath, inch by inch more of her back and stomach revealed, before her bra was starting to slowly come into view.
 
Bit by bit her flawless skin was slowly, teasingly revealed. Her gloved hands found themselves slaves to the puppeteer's whims, fingers diligently peeling away her clothing, removing her red top completely leaving her chest bare save for her bra. Sasori had remained still up until this point but now his head moved just an inch, the sound of wooden gears clicking into place signifying his interest. "Hmm...good form...nicely curved...good for a new puppet..."

With a tug in the stings the shirt was cast aside and Sakura would feel her legs moving underneath her, walking her body forward and falling to her knees in front of the Akatsuki member. His large frame dwarfed her own, dark features contrasting against her pale skin in the desert air. He stared down at her with cold, unfeeling eyes as a many-joined arm reached out from underneath his cloak, bladed tip pressing against her neck.

"I could end it here," he told her as the cold steel, probably poisoned, weapon pressed against her delicate neck. "But I would rather see what you have to offer me. Your body..." he stared at her breasts, so young and full. "It has been some time since I have felt the warm touch of a female, why don't you show me what you can...do for me?"

Sakura would be able to do little but comply.
 
Sakura closed her eyes tightly as her red shirt was slowly peeled away, her small breasts bouncing free in their cloth prison. Sakura's face was a brighter shade of pink than her hair by this point, so embarassed and disgusted...why was this happening to her? She yelped as she moved forward, still not used to the sensation of moving like this....when her mind was saying stop but her body was going anyway...it was rather uncomfortable to say the least. The girl winced as she dropped to her knees, feeling the knife against her skin. "And I'd rather die than do what you want!"

Unfortunately, Sakura had no choice in the matter. He body was slowly pulled back and getting back to its feet, her hands moving slowly to her skintight shorts, starting to ever so slowly peel them away. The girl turned her back to him, pushing out her slim, tight ass whilst the shorts were slowly pulled down, revealing a rather small thong beneath. Sakura only wore such underwear because it made it easier to move....but it did have the added effect of looking damned sexy.
 
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