Hinata was taken out for a stroll, into her home for the first time since months after it fell to the foreign invading forces, the peoples' whose identities of which was unknown to the inhabitants of Konohagakure before their invasion. Her village was the last one to fall, and to know that they had held on for so long against these people who seemed to have employed all the right techniques to simply beat even the best of them gave Hinata a strange sense of pride as she was being walked down on a leash, her body nude and in the full view of everyone to enjoy, especially the man who was showing him around, he was the one who was at the other end of her leash. The collar read "Slave Girl Hinata" in the invaders strange and foreign language.
She was set out there to see the fate of her people, it was a tactic to break her fighting spirit, one which she had employed thoroughly across her few months of imprisonment by her superiors. Despite all the mind-breaking tactics that they've used against her she managed to endure, for she cherished the idea of Konohagakure... but was this really the village she stood so firmly for? That thought hit her strong in the head as she looked around. There were men working hard labour to construct alien buildings and settlements as invading generals barked orders at them, whipping them if they chose to misbehave, some of them were even put down on the spot for misconduct. Many of whom she used to know before her village's fall. She observed the giant statue of a foreign conqueror that had replaced the former Hokage Rock, spitting into the face of what she stood for... but this was Konahakagure after all. She saw some slave girls like herself obediently pleasing their masters with their bellies full of their babies. She couldn't help shake off the feeling that this might've been what Konahakagure was now. A servile city in service of a superior peoples.
She looked down in sadness whilst walking. As she did, the man at the end of her leash barked at her something, which made her turn back and look at him in relative fear. He looked at him straight in the eye which made Hinatah look away in embarrassment. She knew what that gaze meant. He wanted to bring her onto her knees in front of the enslaved men. She was reluctant to approach him but felt as if she hand no choice. She'd go down on her knees ever so slowly, basing herself off with her hands. The cock would imminently be strung onto her face, she'd look at it with a sorrowful gaze. She'd then simply touch the tip of her lips on his cockhead, not really even sucking it or licking, clearly trying to see how much she can get away with.
She was set out there to see the fate of her people, it was a tactic to break her fighting spirit, one which she had employed thoroughly across her few months of imprisonment by her superiors. Despite all the mind-breaking tactics that they've used against her she managed to endure, for she cherished the idea of Konohagakure... but was this really the village she stood so firmly for? That thought hit her strong in the head as she looked around. There were men working hard labour to construct alien buildings and settlements as invading generals barked orders at them, whipping them if they chose to misbehave, some of them were even put down on the spot for misconduct. Many of whom she used to know before her village's fall. She observed the giant statue of a foreign conqueror that had replaced the former Hokage Rock, spitting into the face of what she stood for... but this was Konahakagure after all. She saw some slave girls like herself obediently pleasing their masters with their bellies full of their babies. She couldn't help shake off the feeling that this might've been what Konahakagure was now. A servile city in service of a superior peoples.
She looked down in sadness whilst walking. As she did, the man at the end of her leash barked at her something, which made her turn back and look at him in relative fear. He looked at him straight in the eye which made Hinatah look away in embarrassment. She knew what that gaze meant. He wanted to bring her onto her knees in front of the enslaved men. She was reluctant to approach him but felt as if she hand no choice. She'd go down on her knees ever so slowly, basing herself off with her hands. The cock would imminently be strung onto her face, she'd look at it with a sorrowful gaze. She'd then simply touch the tip of her lips on his cockhead, not really even sucking it or licking, clearly trying to see how much she can get away with.