Why Not [Kouin]

[Sand Council]

The exams were mere hours away, there was no reports of a Tsuchikage but there was word of the Kazekage. His entrance was dramatic and for once this drama was not of his doing. For the most part everything was going as planned, the examinees spoke of honor, dedication and courage and the bikini-clad girls bolstered already existent egos. The tabloids exaggerated ludicrous facts, assaulting the foreign hierarchy of the other hidden village with lies. Disenchanted and offended, they endured the slander meanwhile the same would not be said of the Sunan elite. Yes, there were rumors and there were lies but they were the fish stories men commonly told of the women the bedded, of measurements of their anatomy, lineage or fighting skill. This disparity was intentional by the writers and would cause a divide between the visitors and the locals but that was far from the final nail in the coffin.

She was seeking a Sennin, any would do as long as not Sunan. She had made her way to a local bar, then another, to a coffee house and then another. She lingered and waited for the commotion that would follow any foreigner of such status. The people would gossip and mill, camera would be wielded like weapons and the blinding flash of a dozen 'would-be photographers' would guide her. Yes, she would eventually find her quarry and here he was [Insert Location Kouin]. There would be a crowd around him, mostly the curious and the brave. There was an article in circulation that claimed that the Kumo Sennin was a notorious womanizer, that not being the problem but rather the problem being his terrible impotence. Apparently he just could not find the right woman to love and no blue pill could fix it; it was a lie (probably) but in a single stroke not only was the virility of the man put into question but he was also subject to the attention of a plethora of women interested in being the one that 'fixed' Kouin. He would have had a good vacation had he not crossed paths with her but alas he did. She had no intention of fixing his little problem.

She calmly approached, through a bevy of beauties. "Hello Sennin Kaze," a well dressed woman who stood close to six feet in height announced as she extended her hand. She was wearing a white dress, well for the most part a dress. She was a practiced hunter, often using the shadows to her advantage but she found power in hiding in plain sight. She stood out on this day, but that was completely intentional. She wanted to be seen and she wanted people to tell a story about this interaction when people came looking for him. People would look for him and perhaps in his case they would even get him back.

 

[Kouin]

Kouin sat quietly at some nondescript bar and took in a deep breath of sunan air. Looking for a quiet night alone with his thoughts he had begun to ponder; What exactly is going on in this village? Things for the beginning weren't adding up in any direction. All the villages were gathering here for a simple intervillage exam hosted by a village who no one has seen for years due to some maelstrom that was overhead. Taking a sip of his drink he heard the door to the bar open; not wanting to be recognized on vacation he opted not to look towards the door, but that did him no good. A voice breaks his silence, He's over here! The media is a powerful tool; it could make or break you, and it can either find you or bury you.

He let out a simple stressed sigh. The media was always a hassle, especially when someone is trying to remain quiet and enjoy their vacation. Swarm of women had surrounded him, all speaking of some issue with his "virility"; he had no idea how false news like this even got out without proper sourcing. The article went further and stated he just couldn't find the right women, which also explains why he was being swarmed, who wouldn't want to try and be with a high ranking foreigner? Maybe he could still find a way to enjoy this vacation, After all, these women want to try and *fix* me He laughed internally, if only he could get this kind of positive reaction in Kumo, but..... Not many people cared for him; the only one doesn't even know the crimes he had committed, and if she did... Well that would be the end of that.

He tried to imagine what he was even doing for Kumo.... At best he is simply an indentured slave, and probably has less rights than an actual citizen. He peered out the window and began thinking about all the lost opportunities he missed out on. The women around him all varied in how they looked, but all had their own beauty and mystique; maybe Suna wasn't all that bad. He finished off his second drink and ushered for another.

Trying his best to ignore the flashes and commotion, and only just speaking sporadically; the women were more than content talking about themselves than hearing about himself. Though nothing was drowning out the forces he opted to keep on drinking, and downed his third drink, and ushered the barkeep to fill him another. Kouin didn't consider himself much of a drinker, but the blinding flashes and blaring voices in his presence were becoming slowly irksome. The barkeep brought his fourth drink, and as he went to take a drink, he heard his name through the air once more. Turning to his left, he was quite surprised with who approached him. The women wore a rather revealing dress-like thing, which showed off her features well. The other voices, the camera flashes all seemed to disappear. It was an odd sensation, but maybe it was just the alcohol. He grabbed the women's hand gently, and pecked the top of it, How do you do? He ushered at the available seat next to him, Please please, sit down.

[mft - 548]

 

[Sand Council]

Shi​

She was trying to shake his hand but that worked just as well. She smiled civilly as she took the seat next to him. "I am Shi," she announced in introduction, her left hand raised as she summoned the bartender. "Two of whatever he is having," she announced as she slid the middle-aged man a bill that more than paid for the cost of triple her order. The Sennin seemed to be fine with all of the attention he was getting from the women in the village, she was hoping to find a more disenchanted Sennin moping in the corner. Fine, this worked too.

"You seem to be rather famous," she commented in a charming way as she reached for the drinks the bartender was returning with. The glasses clinked together as she pinched them together with her left hand and placed them on the bar in front of them. "Are you originally from Kumogakure?" She started to make small talk, her right arm at her side facing away from him. He would feel like someome pinched his ass, but her left hand which would have been her closer hand was resting on the counter nursing a full glass. The Revenant would wait for him to turn before she poured one of the recently purchased drinks into his partially emptied glass. She really did not care what he answered ion response to her query, be it the truth or a lie -- she just wanted to get the already potentially inebriated man talking. "...beautiful country," she continued as long as he answered a location be it a truth or a lie from him because she was not actually listening. If he happened to notice the drink she poured him, she would just shrug and reply that he 'looked dry.' While the Opportunist was adept in poisons she had no reason to try to subdue him chemically if he would do a fine enough of a job on his own.

"How did you become a Sennin?" She asked, her hand up with two fingers raised indicating that she wanted another two drinks. If he could sit upright in his stool he was not drunk enough. One of the glasses in front of her empty because it was poured into his glass, him noticing the almost empty glass becoming full only a minor concern with the hopefully alcohol-induced haze. She lifted the still full drink to her mouth, it had a terrible smell - was he drinking battery acid? She took a sip that was no more than a taste, it burned. "Too strong for me," she answered honestly as she slid him the almost full glass. "Waste not... want not," she concluded.

 

[Kouin]

What the other women in the bar lacked were finesse; all they did was talk his ear off, and not one even bothered to introduce themselves. Attempting to talk to nameless people was more boring than watching paint dry, Though the newcomer had an certain elegance to her, but he couldn't quite place it. A pleasure, but it appears you already know who I am He wasn't sure if maybe it was the alcohol, or maybe she just had some jutsu about her, but in his eyes she was glowing in a warm light. He felt almost enraptured by her, but he wasn't that foolish of a man. He had to keep his dull-wits about him, especially after that run in with the Daimyo's daughter, Though most refer to me as Kouin.

Two more drinks were placed in front of them and they clinked glasses, Cheers He took a sip of the cool, yet warm liquid as it trailed down his throat. He was a bit shocked, Famous you say? That was an interesting notion. How could he be famous in a village on his first visit? It was cool becoming so widely renown so suddenly, but was it because of the tabloid and all of its lies? He felt a pinch on his ass; he turned his head away for moment and gazed through the ground, Probably just someone feisty. Turning his attention back to the women beside him, Originally? No. My country is frozen in hell so to speak. He stared solemnly into his drink, one that he was pretty sure he finished, but he couldn't tell; he took a couple sips from the drink and let out a deep sigh, It was indeed beautiful.... But ever beauty eventually dies...

Before she even finished the question he couldn't help himself but snickering a bit, That is indeed a tale. He pondered how to go about for a moment, but then waved his hand, It really isn't all the important really, but I showed the entire village what I could do alone, and the old sennin killed himself; so the Raikage gave me his job, it was really sudden. He wistfully looked out the window of the bar, he thought about the moments he gained, but moments he lost ate at him much more; with a sigh he took the drink Shi handed him without even thinking, and with a raise of the glass, he poured down the liquid. His face started feeling flushed, he air in the area began to feel a little heavy, Would you like to *hick* catch some fresh air?

 

[Sand Council]

Shi​

She stood up, her hand crawled up her leg and reattached itself at the wrist. She smoothed the creases on her dress and waited for the Sennin to stand. His complexion ruddy after his what... seventh drink? "Are you okay?" she asked with feigned concern as she reached for his arm to help him to his feet. If he was steady on his feet she would ask the barkeep for something bottled for the road. She did not care what he handed her as long as it was strong and accepted a bottle of moderately priced whiskey. As he took a stumbling step she passed him the bottle of fire-water and grabded hold of his arm. She was stronger than she looked as she steadied his posture to whisper into his ear "...how about some fun, just you and me."

Hew would be able to feel her warm breath on the side of his neck and in his ear as she started to guide him towards the door. Normally this would go the other way, a guy would ply some girl with a few fruity drinks and then offer to walk her home. Gender role inversion for the win or in his case loss. How often is it that a victim is lured to some kidnapper or pervert's layer only to conceivably chain themselves up. Yes, he was not in his right mind and consent could not even be legally implied but she was not looking for love, to fulfill some shallow feeling of lust or even fulfill some sort of bloodlust. This was just a job.

They would meander into the street and she would unscrew the cap from the not very good bottle of whiskey with her free hand and pass it back to him. "You can sure hold your drink," she commented as she led the hopefully distracted young man thought the streets of the Bazaar. The hour had gotten late, the streets were not empty thanks to the exam but the population was sparse. The area that she maintained contact with the Sennin seemed to give her a pins and needles sensation likely from the continual low voltage current that emanated off of him like an aura. It would have been painful if she was in contact with his flesh. "My hotel is this way," she lied as she made sure the Sennin did not fall. She did not want to have to carry or drag him to his intended destination.

What was she planning on doing to him?

It was not sex, that was a lie. He was supposed to disappear, just like the Raikage. His power-set was unknown, despite the fact that he quickly rose to power his tenure as a Sennin has been relatively short in comparison to most. His loyalty to the village and his access to the secrets in the community were things to assess as was his propensity to being reconditioned. Everyone had a breaking point but some were simply not worth the trouble. A Sennin might be tedious but likely worth the effort.

She would take him to the temporary main office of the Sovereign in Soons, a place he had been before. They would eventually arrive before a sprawling estate in the middle of the night, named Aburabuta. She would lift the bottle to his lips while still grasped in his hands. Common sense and decency being two things drunkards did not possess she would beckon him onward. "C'mon, we are almost there." The front door would be unlocked, thankfully Oogami knew they were coming and kept our of sight. Through the threshold she would tighten her grip in case he stumbled or had second thoughts and she would assist him to the nearest bedroom. She would relinquish her grip on him at the foot of the bed letting him stand or fall over, not caring which happened. "I have to get some things, I hope you will not mind. Make yourself comfortable," she commanded.

She would walk off, shutting the door behind her. She would return a few minutes later, heavy manacles in hands. "I am a huge fan of bondage, I hope you do not mind," she announced with a red face but the statement was a bold-faced lie. It was more the fact that she had to say that at all that caused the flushed face although it might be hard to tell the difference. However, Kouin was a human lie-detector, chances of him catching the lie were better than she would have thought but he was also drunk but how drunk truly depended on how much of that bottle remained.

 

[Kouin]

He took in a slightly ragged breath, and braced himself up against the bar a little, I'll be fine, but some air would be nice. He finished the glass and felt himself rise into the air, guess it was time go. He heard a seductive whisper through his ear; his face began to blush slightly, but his already flushed face would hide this fact, Sounds like fun. He honestly had no clue what he was doing at this point, he had never actually done anything with anyone before, but her warm breath on his neck and ear were so enticing her couldn't resist the temptation.

He felt the bottle press up against his lips; it's as if she was trying to feed him the alcohol, but he was in her care for the time being she wouldn't let him drink himself dead... Would she? The question lasted a mere moment before his hand gripped the bottle the best he could and took a swig. The warm whiskey coated his throat in a fiery amber storm, but it was soothing all the same. The fresh was soothing to his being, and the combination of the liquor and the aroma of the women, he was positively exuberant and cheerful. With a slight slur to his words, I don't care where we are, as long as you're there too. He let out a not too surprising hick up.

They passed through an archway that seemed distantly familiar, like he has been there before, but what was it for? His memory we a bit hazy , he probably was just imagining it.

After a distance they came across a luxurious estate, he felt the bottle touch his lips once more and he was more than happy to indulge in the amber liquid. The door opened and he could feel Shi grip his side tighter than expected, he liked his women that could throw him around a bit. They walked through the threshold and would've stumbled had Shi not been holding him; the blast of cool ac hit his face sending a shiver down his spine. It didn't take long for a room to he required; though the fact we didn't check in went right over his head.

They entered the room, and as they did he could feel her grip loosen suddenly; not being prepared he stumbled to the floor, but saved it with a clutch roll and positioned himself against the front of bed, Take your time. The commanding tone of her voice sent an almost intoxicating shiver down his spine, it was a strange feeling of weakness? No, couldn't be.

He heard the door open again, and half expected a scantly clad Shi to waltz out, but instead he came face to face with manacles dangling in front of him. His eyes drifted back up to her face, he could see her face flush embarrassingly; normally he would take more caution and question his current situation, but this girl wasn't giving him any red flags, Momma always said give everything a shot. He eyed the restraints one last time and questioned, I do think me putting those on would pose a bit of a problem, mind giving another hand? He would secure the leg shackles around his ankles, pushing himself up he flopped stomach side down, on the mattress and placed his arms behind his back.

 

[Sand Council]

OC: Since you seem comfortable, going to step this up a notch. If at any point you become uncomfortable let me know and I will stop or edit the post.

Shi​

Her dress was sinful enough, it got him into this room. Some men were just greedy.

Momma always said give everything a shot.

The Sennin announced in response to the 'kinky offer.' Her eyes widened slightly, there was not an iota of protest from him. She did not expect him to be so complaint as her willing victim shackled himself with a pair of heavy iron shackles that united his legs with a pair of weighted chains. She was not one to protest the drunkard-Sennin's willingness as he wormed his way onto the bed, a scene that would have been mildly arousing had he any sense of shame or humiliation. Her face was mildly red still, not that she was commonly one to get easily embarrassed but there was a mild loss of breath as she chuckled to herself that this would have made several previous missions significantly less difficult if she assumed all men thought primarily with this brain.

I do think me putting those on would pose a bit of a problem, mind giving another hand?

He had flopped onto the bed face down so she crawled onto the bed, over top of him, a knee to either side of the Kumo officer. His body seemed to spark with electricity. She could see the arching current snap at the air giving her cause to take care. "That will not be a problem Sennin Kaze," she hummed into his ear, the word choice unusual for someone due to the formality in this given situation but she did this as she took the second set of irons from him. The metal a conductor between them gave her a painful jolt that caused her to a make a sound he would likely not mind hearing although the context not quite right because he was supposed to be the 'sub.' She wasted no time as she grabbed hold of his wrists in a somewhat rough manner and cuffed them tightly behind his back, his rear being used as a seat through this entire process. The man was like a living battery, the voltage he released through proximity to her nethers as well as into her hands as she applied the restraints left those parts both tingly and numb after the pain subsided.

She parted his physical company with sudden earnest, all less a single hand that endured as she hovered over him with the chain that united his wrists pulled upward towards his neck until it would be painful. "What the hell are you made of?" Her voice would be accusing as she hissed in his ear. He would hear the clink of chains as one hooked the links between his wrists to maintain this traction and then wrap around his neck. It would not be suffocating, merely uncomfortable as his wrists and arms were locked in this unnatural and awkward pose, anchored by a crude collar that was nothing more than a layer of chain.

She would crawl off of him quickly and stand to the side of the bed. She would not bother turning him over, he could do that himself. She opened and closed her electrocuted hand, the sensation was coming back slowly in the form of pins and needles. "You... are a strange... strange man, trusting a stranger to tie you down. If it was not for the whiskey dick you now have making those stories about you true, we could have had some fun first." She mused, she liked to get more than she gave in terms of the bedroom. A fact that he would likely never learn. She would back up to the door and leave it open a crack as she yelled out, "Can someone get me a pair of rubber gloves... a rubber sheet? This rich coot has to have something!" There would be a response but it would be unintelligible from where Kouin laid.

She let the door close behind her after as she momentarily studied the inebriated Sennin. "That is a good look for you," she commented as she reproached. She plucked off his glasses, breaking the glass in one of them between her fingers before she returned to the door with the damaged glasses in hand. "But glasses make you look so... underwhelming" she seemed to confide. Beina a part of his face and something he would likely never be seen without, they were perfect. She stood there, if he ranted she would let him do so. If he struggled she would find humor in watching him try. The door to the bedroom opened behind her a crack and both requested materials were handed to her wordlessly by what appeared to be a bandaged arm, in exchange she handed off the glasses to the unknown courier. "Thank you, Ichi," she announced as the door shut behind her.

She slid the black rubber gloves onto her hand and returned to the bedside.

 

[Kouin]

As he worked his way onto the bed he could hear slight chuckles leaving Shi's mouth, and he couldn't help but feel slightly embarrassed, but that didn't stop him from continuing. Normally in this situation he would even be here, but when a solid ten asked Kouin to chain himself up to do things, who is he in his drunken state of submission to decline? Though many would find shame an embarrassment, but he was too drunk to really care. It wasn't the sex that interested, he could've care less about that; it was the human contact, and the fact that she seemed to show a particular interest in him. He had his own fancies, but no one directly approached him interested in him.

He felt the bed depress further, and her legs press up against his sides. The warmth lulled him further; the heat of her breath sent tingles down his spine as she spoke assuringly into his ear. He hadn't realized till now, but Shi had stayed attached to him for awhile, and constantly dealing with his constant low voltage output, which made him feel bad after hearing her holler, Sorry it's one of the many things I can't turn off He heard and felt the links finally being attached, his muscles began to tense as she pulled his wrists upward; he felt a length of chain coil around his neck, breathing wasn't an issue but it was more strenuous and uncomfortable. ACK! Mostly ionized cells, otherwise pretty normal human stuff. Slowly pain began to build up in his arms, but that was the whole point of bondage right? In his line of work this was nothing compared to actual torture.

The warmth and pressure on his sides and rear suddenly departed. He rolled over clumsily and stared up into her eyes, Well I would've done it myself, but it was a bit difficult. And trust me this whiskey isn't nearly strong enough for me to not able to get the engine going. He watched her back up to door and shout out for the classic defense versus electricity, rubber. He wasn't surprised honestly, he would do the same had he been in her shoes. His eyes caught her studying him momentarily; his his head shied away from her sentiment, he felt it unbecoming of his situation. He could see her walk close to him and lay a hand on his face, and the same endearing warmth permeated his skin; he felt he could sink into her hand. With her other hand, he felt her remove his glasses from his face, and internally shrugged, he didn't really need them as they were mostly for looks. Though he had always worn them, they have felt as if they were apart of his face and he felt slightly naked without them and frowned in mild despair.

The door opened once more, and Shi got the items she had requested; he watched carefully as she slid the black rubber glove over her hands. He watched as she seductively walked back over to the bedside by him, he eyed her as carefully as a drunk man could (not much), Now, what is next on the itinerary, Mistress He wasn't experienced in these things, but he sure that was the correct term to use for Shi. He could feel his heart pump a bit faster; he had never been in a position where he relinquished all forms of control and power, but it was almost soothing not having to worry about any of it. It was almost strangely addicting.

 

[Sand Council]

Shi​

Shi donned a pair of rubber gloves. The drunk foreign Sennin was either oblivious to his predicament or he was a guy with a dangerous, kinky fetish. She expected a tussle or at least an angered verbal reprisal from the Sennin. Rather he seemed to take the role of the optimist, ready to to see if his manhood was ill-effected by Wind Country booze.

She knelt down next to him, her gloved hand canvased his chest and ran down his sides. It was not foreplay or some sort of affectionate caress, she was searching for weapons and communication devices (please list what you have on you). She slid her hands down his legs and padded his groin, The truth or hopeful assertion he boasted being that some parts of his anatomy were immune to intoxication would now know as a truth or a fable but she did not linger there long. She emptied his pockets and any hidden places she might find of weapons, vials, masks, headsets and scrolls. These liberated items would be left on the dresser for her to browse later at her leisure.

"You are a strange man," Shi admitted, "are you just confident that you are in no danger or is that what is exciting you now?" She reached for her own thigh and lifted the hem of her short white skirt. Strapped to her upper thigh was a set of kunais flush with her own flesh. "Hmmm... you must be a real pervert," she commented as she took one of the four concealed blades into her hand. She brought the knife down to his groin area and tapped him with the flat side of the blade. "I am malleable," she admitted saying the word almost reverently as if it was a magical word while she brought the blade to his waistband and started to cut away at the fabric. She would toss the ripped scraps of fabric onto the floor, leaving only his undergarment in place. She unrolled the sheet of rubber over half of the mattress, stretching the edges to the distal-most points. She would roll him over, forcibly if necessary onto the non-conductive spread.

She would tug the rubber sheet from the other side as to release the wrinkles and cover the whole mattress. She did not care if he turned over or if he writhed in place as long as he did not manage to wiggle or worm off the sheet. If he yelled out, nobody was coming to his aide although those present in the building might find some entertainment in his cries or howls. Most of her allied Soverign were sadists in one way or another, be it the analytical-type, the violent, the grandiose or the perverted. She subscribed to the belief that each had a predisposition to sin and strife, that being the linchpin to their reprogramming. After all, they were malleable. "I noticed that you possess a latent electrical charge Sennin," her voice purred "...the rubber sheet should insulate you and prevent you from releasing your charge. I know it must be hard for you, but you must endure it. That building pressure yearning for release. I have something to show you." She reached for his face and cradled it in a gloved hand, her other hand occupied elsewhere. She was using a technique similar to the ANBU Technique Snapshot to reveal a series of images - it was something wonderful and terrible: war-zones, examples of genocide, techniques of mass destruction. The images started mild, almost mundane but they would slowly rise in severity. Eventually this would crescendo and reach a physical and psychological apex at which time she would pull him from the sheet and onto the floor to find release in more than one way.

[FTB]​

After, he would eventually find himself back on that same sheet again rather than the floor. The floor was the happy place. "Again," she announced as she repeated the process with another similar arrangement of images. The entire process from the building discomfort and the progressive worsening of the visions that filled his mind, followed by again a pleasing sensation.

[FTB]​

"Again."

[FTB]​

"Again."

[FTB]​

"Again."

[FTB]​

Eventually she was too tired or perhaps too bored or maybe she broke her new toy. Still, as timing would have it there was soon to be a scuffle outside. Timing is now aligned with Saito's thread post for post.

 

[Kouin]

He watched her don the black rubber glove; he felt the material rub up his chest and down his sides, from his years of experience he would tell these were prodding hands; he did have a lot of dangerous stuff on him, he wouldn't want her to accidentally get hurt or poked by something. She would've gathered two syringes with labeled poisons, Heaven's Touch and Serpent's Blood, three emp grenades, two soldier pills and two health pills. He tried to make note of them being placed on the dresser, but he doubt he'd remember.

She continued to talk and look down at him, she questioned his intelligence, but he knew he could slip out if b-

What if that's what excites you the most?

His eyes widened at the resounding statement, he barely even caught her calling him a real pervert; could this be what he really wanted? No, that was impossible. He watched as she drew her skirt up revealing a set of decorative kunai. She took one in her hand, and dropped in near his member; he braced for the pain of impact, but it missed by a hair and heard her speak three words that sounded above all else definitive, I am malleable? it seemed like a curious phrase that went above him. He felt her cut away at the rest of his trousers and toss the striped fabric aside leaving only his undergarments.

The rubber sheet we spread across the entirety of the bed, his fur changed to a minor look of despair as he realized he'd be forced down; and all of his electrical charge would just be stored in sheet and constantly bite at him. It didn't take much to roll him onto the nonconductive sheet, a simple push from Shi did all needed. It didn't take long but he could already feel charge welling up. He looked over into her eyes, listening intently to the words she spoke, saying how he wouldn't be able to release his charge, which he could already feel growing.

I know it must be hard for you, but you must endure it. That building pressure yearning for release. I have something to show you

He could hear the emphasis on select words resonate in his ear. Though the rubbery caress of her hand cradled his face. His eyes closed in her hand, but quickly got shot open as images depicting violent acts and cruel use of ninja arts. The residual charge spreading across his back began pinching multiple nerves, releasing low shrieks of pain; never has he felt this much pain from his own lineage. He felt his body be moved swiftly from the rubber spread to the nice wooden floor; the excess charge flooded through the floor, and his endorphin released like a floodgate. He felt the hot, sultry breath of Shi on his neck and a bite at his ear... And his mind blacked out.

[all FTB accepted]


He came off the floor and back to reality in what felt like seconds. The sensation of the electrical charge left him more and more prone to touch sensations. He heard she command the word again, and just as before the violent imagery poured though his skull; canvasing every last inch of it. But if you get through the pain you get rewarded... Pleasurably. The electrical build up began to throb as ache painfully more quickly, he looked into Shi's eyes with his own pleading eyes, Please... She watched him writhe in pain for moments longer until she finally gave him the release he so desperately wanted.

When there, he knew no harm would come to him, but instead she gave him blissful release. The bed showed pain and misery, war and strife, yet as the process continued the two difference soon began to become drastically blurred; his mind began to meld the two together. The pain changed to pleasure just as much as the pleasure became pain. Zoned out, he could still feel the rubber mat under him, which meant pain.

As the electricity continued to bite at him, he could feel the charge slowly starting to eat at his neurons. His body already struggling to maintain stability, if you could even call him stable now. The last thing he needed was his mind to turn on him. His head began ache and throb mildly, but he paid it no mind. His left eye began to twitch in an unimportant rhythm. An electrical discharge had managed to make its away across the part of the brain which controls movement; Kouin's body began to seize, eyes glazed over and foaming at the mouth. A singular, yet distant thought echoed at the fringe, We are malleable...

The lines between pleasure and pain, pain and pleasure were starting to fade. Were they really so much more different from the other? He had lost track of how many times he had blacked out and reappeared on the bed; all he had begun to realize was the pain eventually led to pleasure.

With each repetition of the images and electrical discharge, he could feel he mind go numb, and becoming malleable. Fresh sunlight managed to shoot through the blinds of the room and into his eyes, but he could hardly focused what was in front of him. His eyes stared blankly into the distant, his mouth cocked open, for the first time ever he had become broken, beaten, and unconscious.

 

[Sand Council]

Shi​

On the fifth time, she pulled him onto the floor. His body slick with sweat, his muscled tensed from the electrical charge making him ripe to be plucked. A wave of electricity surged from him, into the floor in twisting arcs of raw current but the Sennin's body did not soothe after he relinquished his charge. The tonic-clonic movements of his body persisted, they stressed against the fetters that held him threatening him with self-injury as he violently shook in his restraints. "Poo... Broken already, there goes my fun," Shi complained as she left the writhing, convulsing Sennin on the floor and retrieved the vial of Heavens Touch that the foreigner so conveniently provided. The poison was already in a labeled syringe and she was proficient with poisons and knew what it did, so she knew what to do. The Kumo was not supposed to die, death would undo her efforts and prove troublesome. With a sigh she heaved the Sennin over her knee, the captive still dangerously tremoring as she injected the full contents of the vial into his ass cheek before dropping him onto the floor.

Regardless of the fact that he fell asleep or not after the poison was drawn into his system, he was not going to be any fun for a long time in this postictal state. She unlocked the chain around his neck and unlocked the links that united his wrists and his feet dutifully and proficiently. Even if he was more than an average man in terms of healing, otherwise she he was middling at best in her opinion. She re-locked the chain around his neck, now more akin to a collar than something to stabilize his wrist restraints, she let it hang off him uselessly. She balled his hands into fists and wrapped them each in leathers, without handseals or the ability to wield a weapons these shinobis were near useless anyways; it was fun to watch them struggle. His wrists were cuffed again and pulled overhead as she forced the barely conscious and stunned man to his feet. Something that he would not have noticed in his drunken delirium or the dark was the eye loop bolt in a reinforced metal beam overhead that she ran the chain that united his wrists through and held him upright on tip toe. Through the narrow slits in the blinds, light would filter into the room. He would be able to see through the blinds as well the street beyond a patch of lawn, the house he was taken to was rather wealthy after all although it was unlikely that he realized how affluent the household was. She would pull the blinds, leaving him on display in this inglorious state and walk away. Nobody would notice without looking for it more than likely, but even if someone did she did not really care -- it seemed more like a Kouin-problem than a Shi-problem

* * * *​

Eventually he would arouse or she would get bored and force it along. She did not even bother to wear gloves when she entered the room, he was barely emitting enough electricity to cause static cling. She slapped him across the face to rouse him if he was not awake already or not 'awake enough' in her opinion. "Good morning Sennin," she would coo as she ran her hands over his flesh. "You are rather mediocre dear Sennin, I was disappointed by your lack of struggle among other things," she dug her fingernails into him. "I always prefer a bit more of a challenge," she admitted as she ran her nails across his chest. "So, I have to do something for me," she concluded as she allowed her hand to detach, twisting dark tendrils revealed themselves at her wrist and her hand meandered off only to return a short time later. Meanwhile she just continued to run her fingers over his damp skin, a look of boredom on her face. When the hand returned, she pinched one of his nipples between the fingers of her attached hand and allowed her recently returned hand pierce the bit of flesh with a silver ring. Her grip was likely more painful than the piercing and she did the same to the other. "Much more distinguished," she commented. She liked men with a bit of metal.

She had one more ring in her hand and she leaned close to him, close enough that one would think she was going to kiss him but she had no intention of giving him affection during their tryst and rather asked him "tell me Sennin, have you ever considered a Prince--" The sound of an explosion or rather a massive concussive force rocked the building despite not being the targeted site and she stopped short of making a full statement. She stuck her lower lip out at the realization, "she is early." Past her shoulder Kouin would see a pair of people: his Raikage, a man Kouin likely owed his life and allegiance to and the other being a rather diminutive woman that he would not recognize. A look of disappointment onto her face. Back to work, she mentally complained. She would stand behind him, leaving him a clear view of the street and the battle that was about to transpire. (If the piercing happened, Kouin can decide because either way not describing it.)

It was who she expected to see through that pane of glass. "He did not come here for you," she whispered into his ear. His electricity barely tickled as she leaned on him."What happens when he finds you like this? ...and he learns what a strange deviant you are? Do you think he will ever be able to respect you again? Do you hope he sees you?" she taunted "How shameful..." Her hand returned, a vial grasped between a pair of fingers as it walked up his leg and rested on his shoulder. "Drink up," she demanded as the vial reached his lips. If he refused she would take a harsher tone and repeat, "DRINK" before she covered his nose with her free hand until he tried to breathe through his mouth wherein she would empty the contents of the vial into his mouth before she covered his mouth over with her and hand relinquish the grip she had on his nares. She would not release her hand until he had swallowed and the drugs had taken effect. If she failed she would repeat this process until it was effective. She would know when the Euphorium kicked in, he would be utterly giddy.

Kouin would see what was happening in Saito's thread (Round 1).​

And while in this state of chemical bliss he would watch his Kage fight for his freedom and possibly his life. Saito was a familiar face, possibly even a respected one for the Sennin who would likely either envy or look up to the Kumo leader she had reasoned. They had other plans for Akira, they were in the process of making monsters out of men. It would seem that Kouin's vice was lust or at the very least a hunger for touch, no matter how violent. He already had a propensity early on, something she preyed on like a beautiful fiend. Associate violence with gratification, sexual or otherwise... although she had a feeling that it would likely be the former on this one. No matter. "Just relax and enjoy the show, Sennin." Her tendrils ran over his back.

 

[Kouin]

His mind could barely maintain the consciousness it had. His world had been shattered and thrown to the wind. Nothing seemed to make any sense to him anymore... His convulsing body simply shaking and shivering on the cold wood floor; with each passing moment he could feel his mind leaving him and his body. He could barely hear Shi coo at him from the periphery of his mind, "Poo... Broken already, there goes my fun," He could barely comprehend the meaning of her words, was e going to be tossed to the side like some old toy that someone got bored with? The futility of his situation had begin to dawn on him. He had walked into the lion's den, and there was a distinct chance he'd die here and no one would know.

Feeling his body heaved up, he could feel the soft, tender skin of Shi on his body, the touch brought him away from the fringe of his own mortality. A sensation rocked his body as a needle entered his bare ass, and was injected by an unknown substance. Time wavered on and his mind began to settle, the rocketing neurons dulled to normal speeds and his perception returned to him slowly. As he was beginning to regain a grasp on reality his mind beckoned him further and further into a lulling trance, his body fell to the floor and left to come back from the brink of his near fatality. As he drifted further he could feel the liquid inject working through his veins, his breathing slowed as did his heart beat; he knew in what was left in his awakened state it was Heaven's Touch coursing through him, until his eyes finally sealed shut.

Behind his eyelids the shackles of his pleasurable demise were undone for a moment, but the relief was unknown to him. He felt the chain lock around his neck, dangling uselessly and demeaning him further. The chains of his confinement fasten tightly around his ankles; his hands were balled up into fists and latched together. He felt a distinct ache begin to well up in the muscles of his arms as if he were just hanging, but he could still envision the solid floor just barely beneath him. The warmth of the sun caressed his body, Who turned on the lights? I just want to sleep... The fresh smell of gardenias wafted through the air, a pleasantly familiar aroma. The moment the smell assailed his nose and mind he slowly started to drift back; everything was hazy and a blinding lie was obscuring his vision. The gardenian essence became abundantly closer and felt a solid smack across his face. His eyes burst open in utter shock and caught eyes of the lovely Shi cooing him, it was as if the vibe of the night before had never left, but had they really done it all through till morning? When did he fall out? How much time did he lose? His nerves tingled at the soft, gentle caress of her hands across his flesh; though the warm endearment ended with brutal degradation.

I'm more phenomenal when I'm not drowning in the whiskey.. He remarked with a sneer, but he could feel her fingernails dig into his sides, the pain sent a quivering sensation through his knees. His face grew confused and red; was this some deep inset feeling of lust? His face scowled at the next remark, I assure you I am more of a challenge than I lead you to believe. His statement was definitive in its own right, but felt strangely hollow to him; it lacked his bravado... His gusto, His will Her nails brushed over his barren chest, as if she was marking her territory. His spiral eyes carefully studied Shi, he could see the course of her chakra be ripped at the wrist, yet the limb didn't die. In fact the limb walked on it own. She is just like Zo in some regard... Her declaration sent a shiver down his spine, something had to be done for her? Though he was already in so much. The timeless wait ended as the hand returned, and as if like clockwork, he felt a sharp pinch on the tender flesh of his nipple. He let out a piercing howl, the tender flesh being pulled and abused like it was her's to toy with, a pair of silver rings were pierced suddenly through both of his tender nipples, the rippling sensation coursed through his being, sending quakes of ecstasy through his core. Swords, arrows and spear made with pure chakra, yet nothing compared to the utter humiliation he was faced with. Every second, and every minute, it was all torturous, yet there was an intensifying part inside him that kept growing. A sense of hate and guilt; he hated it and her, yet the guilt was evident in his natural reaction. His body was growing accustomed to the special kind of hell Shi was placing him threw; he yearned for, no her craved it. He couldn't help himself the feeling of futility was overwhelming intoxicating that it sent ripples of pleasure through his body.

Her's... to toy wi-.... The thought sent a titillated sensation to the core of his being. His face grew scarlet in color, if he didn't know any better he'd assume he was drunk, but he knew wasn't... This was clearly doing something for him. She brought her head close to his, the smell of the Gardenia's were completely intoxicating; the feeling of her breath sent shivers down his spine. He hated how the simple scent of her was even to have his hair stand on edge, yet it crumbled his resistance to dust. Or how the gentle brush of her breath against his skin is enough to completely make him melt into her hand like the putty he already was, or how he wait with bated breath for the next command to escape her lips. The women maddening and divine all in the same package; she played and toyed, touched and caressed everyone part of his being, her touch alone sent his heart racing. He had only just met her, yet she already had him in the palm of her hand, he was essentially her property. It was all so inviting, yet so dangerous he couldn't help to taste the forbidden fruit at least once, but who'd know he'd fall so hard; he wouldn't even let her finish her sentence.... Please... Yes.... I need it His eyes locked with hers that just begged and pleaded for her to abuse and crush him further.

Her body unobstructed the open blinds leaving him exposed for all of them to see, everyone outside could see what a tortured, abused mess he was. All they would have to do would was turn around and they would see all he had become so drawn to, so attached to, lusted after. The thought nearly shot him into pure ecstasy, except he saw a very familiar face. Akira.... His Raikage was in trouble... He owed his livelihood to hi- He didn't come here for you.. He heard the whisper of futility resonate in his ear, a sense of forlorn overcame him, but at the same time he was relieved; he was unsure how much respect the Kage held in him, but it was enough to spare him, but that was a chance roll, on he wouldn't want to make again that's for sure. A man of such pride could never respect someone like me... He commented is dismay, yet it was almost liberating to himself.

A hand slithered it's way up to his shoulder, the vial pressed gently to his lips; what would he do in the face of the Raikage? Take the vial? Or fight back.... He took in a deep breath and took down the liquid willing. He was tired of resisting the urges that beckoned him like a siren's call. Always calling him back no matter how many times he left, he was trapped in her embrace, but he didn't want to leave.... No, he yearned for her touch more and more. He knew the liquid the moment it touched his lips, but he made no physical effort resist the poison, after all it would just cause euphoria, and he was all the accepting of that. He felt the tendrils slowly slide up and down his back slowly caressing him gently in his euphoric state. Dipping further and further down, he could feel a firm grip and new, foreign pressure from his rear.

 

[Sand Council]

So this was the man sober: a cocky little prick. A low laugh escaped the Sovereign as her plaything attested to his strength and sexual prowess, how both were allegedly regained alongside his sobriety. She shook her head in a tsk'ing manner, she did not believe him. How could she, she was there. She continued to play with him, almost like a child getting bored already with her new doll as she replied simply, "prove it." It was a challenge that he would never be able to take or succeed in, hanging like a piece of meat barely touching the ground. If he tried to do anything or not, her conclusion would be the same. "Didn't think so," she would comment, demeaning him further.

The thing with humiliation is that it is longer lasting than pain alone. Pain ends, and scars heal, but one remains haunted by the image of themselves exposed, restrained, begging, in abject passivity and shame. It reduces someone to a mere prisoner in their own body, filled with despair over the futility of the situation and their crushed ego. In the end is there really a difference between the traumatic psychological after-effects of physical torture and humiliation? -- not really. It is an assault on his autonomy and his rights as a human being, it told him over and over again that he had no rights here. Here he was being treated as a plaything, not a man. A plaything that she liked to put on display.

Pierced once... twice...

She was going to stop before she placed the third. The inconvenient explosion behind her heralded the next part of his reconditioning. It was rather inconvenient, she had a feeling he was getting close.

Please... Yes.... I need it

He begged for it. Oh? She could not help but smile, a single arched brow raised. She did not expect him to be so malleable. Since he asked so nicely, he said please after all. She pressed against him, her hand holding the bit of curved silver between them as she deftly grabbed hold of him. "Such a good boy," she cooed into his ear as she licked the sweat off of his neck concluding with a salty kiss as she pierced him a third time. This would be the first time she kissed him, her hands tangled in his damp hair as their kiss lingered longer than it should have, not that it needed to and not that she cared to muffle his screams but to rather compensate and reward the Sennin for his compliance.

There was something disturbing about begging for disgrace, wanting to be manhandled and broken by her manicured hands. If anything, his consent exacerbated his own shame, that these low and dirty deeds were done to him but at his bequest. The essential truth about him was the fact that he was a sick, perverted man and begs the question is that the sort of man he is? Kouin was not a terrible man, but an honest one here in this his rawest form. Modern, genteel society beckons us to conform and to submit to their mores, to turn one's nose up at basic human compulsions. There was something liberating about experiencing this loss of control, she understood it well. Here, in this state there was no need to worry, to be concerned about what was to come because there was nothing that could be done to stop it or to soothe it. He could scream if he wanted to; he could beg and cry but there was nothing he could do. Nothing he had to do.

She left him in full view of the window so he could watch what could be the inglorious defeat of his master or his viscous victory over the small woman. Raikage Saito did not come for him, he did not even know that his Sennin was missing.

A man of such pride could never respect someone like me...

"Awww..." she cooed as her tendrils tickled and churned. "How does that make you feel... when you see someone with such pride? Does it make you feel smaller... lower?" She tugged gently at his piercing. "I know you like being abused, would you want him to abuse you?" She bit at his ear. He should be feeling a state of bliss by now as that poison had set in. "Or do you think that you could associate his or anyone for that matter...s pain as a source of euphoria." She breathed these words into him, "I assure you that pain in and of itself be it yours or another can be... orgasmic."

She wanted him to watch the fight on full display, fearful yet still aroused by the fact that he might be caught. Possibly hoping that they would see him in this shameful state. Even without chemical assistance he was a willing part from the start, something she would have reminded him about had he ever opposed her demands. "Sennin, I want you to enjoy the show and the slaughter, as you and I both know you cannot spell slaughter without 'laughter.'" Yes, the joke was recherché. She also still called him 'Sennin,' not his name nor a demeaning term. That was the one thing she wanted the broken man to grip onto, his identity was his vocation. Not because he had value but because his position did. That he was a child disguised as a man, a child in constant fear that his secret would be revealed. That he was an important impotent incompetent all this time. Perhaps he would go to great lengths to justify his thoughts, perhaps he would take his shame out on another further perpetuating the violent cycle of abuse. He might just crack and betray one of his own when this was all through or he would find a lovely stranger and do terrible things to them. Perchance he would just remain a broken shell of a man and he would return to his station where he would meander through life to the last of his days, his shame being what his allies found on this day and in this room when they found him. The last being a failure for her, worthy of a punishment she would not willingly bear. It was her job to make him cause distress either domestically or in foreign territory. To exacerbate tensions people forgot they had and to force them to realize that they were never safe from their own kind.

I have so many hopes for you Sennin, I hope you become a monster that does not disappoint."[/b]

She would reach above him, on tip-toe having to jump to reach the catch that released him from the ceiling. His wrists would still be linked and his hands still bound but he would no longer be on tip-toe or stretched. It would be a sweet respite but rest waits for no man. "Look ahead and relax... She instructed as her tendrils stretched and they writhed restlessly... Attempted (final, likely) FTB.

 

[Kouin]

She did the worse thing that could happen to him; she called his bluff. This being his first experience with a women in this manner. At his prime age that was a rather disheartening fact; how did he never manage to land an escort? He couldn't lie to her, he had given up every ounce of his liberty; let her use, toy and abuse his body in anyway she saw fit, and she didn't hesitate. He turned his head to the side feeling more worthless and pathetic than he did before, no matter what he tried he wasn't he didn't give any real effort; his body refused to fight back, any attempt he made would just be half-hearted and showed no real attempt, as if he wanted to stay, and he had just finally dawned on his. No one is coming for him; they have forsaken him to the demons.

His pleading eyes buried into the cruel sadist eyes, he would do anything for her at the mere suggestion of; he would attempt anything to give her meager satisfaction, or her ruthless wrath. A silent sigh of relief broke as a smile curled across her face. The warmth of her body pressed against his stark body, and could feel the tenderness of her upper chest against his own. He stood at attention patiently waiting to be sent to hell and back, he throbbed in dire anticipation as her hand skillfully grabbed him, and a low shrill left his mouth as her grip tightened around him. His body shivered as her cool, wet tongue slid over his sweat drenched neck, he allowed them to absorb into her warmth and being; he felt his knees grow weak as the silver ring pressed against him in parlous expectation. He released a quivering moan as she cooed into ears, such a good boy, the words of gratification sent him nearly spiraling; he was enraptured by her voice like a siren's call to sea. The piercing penetrated his as he began to release a scream of ecstasy, but as his mouth parted Shi forced it closed with a salty kiss; the taste of her lips mixed with his own sweat was positively exhilarating. The saltiness combined with the sweet tenderness made him go closer and closer to the edge; her hand ran through his hair as she kissed him passionately. This was the first time her lips touched his; being locked her hand, her intoxicating aroma and compelling voice made the fall to bliss that much more body shaking, had she not been holding he would've fallen to the floor long ago. The pain he was subjected to was barely a blip in his mind, in between breathes he'd let out muffled screams, but she wasn't going to just let him take a break; no, that would be all too easy.

You learn as you grow in your village as an anbu, that your baser instincts are weak and fragile, they hold you back from doing what needs to be done, what has to be done. Those same instincts and compulsions were ones that had been buried deep inside the core of his mind lying dormant. He was being beaten, tortured, played with and fondled, and he had no say in anything; he was devoid of any right or liberty to his own person, yet giving up control, giving up the need to think of what to do... Day to day, night after night, he had to lead and command his branch, the branch that wanted his head hung rather than follow his lead, yet here he was, stripped of any sort of modicum of respect and decency, yet he couldn't have been any happier. His screams could pierce the heavens, his howls could shake the building, yet no one was coming to save him.. She had made that clear, and a part of him and stopped wanting to be rescued; his mind had fallen so deep into this bliss-ridden trap that he was positively addicted to the feeling, the touch.... The abuse. It was all too compelling for his own good, her manicured hands beat across his body, and he continued to yearn and crave the same abuse; the more malleable he was the more was treated the raw bliss of her hand.

The tendrils twisted and turned around his body, tickling around his body and playing with the new pierced nipples. He found a form of solace in the embrace of the malicious tendrils; they invaded the deepest, darkest corners of his being, they rocked him to core with no inhibition. She was the only person here with him; she was the only one to give him the touch he so desperately yearned for. Her question resonated with him, how much lower could he get? He was standing there stark as day, pierced in three of the most unbecoming spots, how much farther from grace could he fall? Maybe he made a mistake letting me live.... She pulled at his lewd piercing and he buried his head into her shoulder and let out a muffled howl. The poison was affecting his body at full swing; she bit at his ear forcing an unadulterated moan Nooo.... His response was staggered and lustful. Her word flowed into his body, he couldn't ignore her words or her suggestion... But wouldn't he be betraying his own? Were they even considered his own? They left him here to rot and "suffer". He could feel a fire begin to be rekindled in his stomach; an old flame that had laid dormant since the fall of mist.

It was no use for him to try and shy away from any of the shameful acts. He allowed her to get him drunk, he chose to ignore her refilling his glass. He ignored the pinch on his rear; he had wanted to this happen or he would've stopped it all, but why did he have such a weak inhibition already? He stared blankly and blissfully out the window; the fight was not in the Kage's favor, he shook his head is disappointment. If Akira couldn't put down such a small-stature women, what hopes did he have of being retrieved? None. The raw violence was nothing new to him, rather is was something quite close to him. The sensation of plunging a cold steel blade through someone's chest was exhilarating. His fire had frozen along with the icy tundra of his old home of Kiri and the only man who gave him mutual respect, Yojimbo. What was he to do with a rekindling fury? It would be hungry and require to be sated, but....

"I have so many hopes for you Sennin, I hope you become a monster that does not disappoint."

With those words he felt a wave of reassurance wash over him, he would have to become the monster he was before, the one that had died. Every man has a monster inside them..... Some are just resting... He spoke in a ragged and lustful voice, his knees were weak and ready to give out at anytime. He watched blankly as his connection to the ceiling had been released, sweet relief and ache coursed violently and pleasantly through his arms, but their was no rest for the wicked. His body fell into the embrace of the tendrils as they worked their way across the entirety of his body; playing and teasing with every sensitive area and piercing, forcing out moans of pleasure and cries of pain, but they were all one in the same. Eventually the sensual sensation became too much for his conscious to stay awake, and his eyes rolled into the back of his head as Shi and the tendrils continued to abuse his body.

[FTB accepted]

 

[Sand Council]

OC: Let's give you something less reactionary.

IC:

Shi​

Every man has a monster inside them..... Some are just resting...

If she was a better woman she would feel guilt. Actually, if she was a better person this would not be happening in the first place. Her tendrils continued to reach, to tug and to search, "just watch the show." Her voice soothed, but the poison would have worn away by this point leaving him raw as the bliss drained from him. Her hands, still detached walked down the length of his arms before they stopped at his shackled wrists. One with key in hand twisted inside of the lock and the cuff opened under its own weight. Liberated from several pounds of body warmed steel his flesh beneath would be chaffed and abraded. His hands still wrapped moist leathers; her hands dropped to the floor and meandered over to his legs or rather the chain that united them. Deftly with nimble fingers, the locks were opened and with a clatter like the wrists the fetters about his ankles fell away. She wanted to know if he had any flight left in him, now that paradise had been lost along with any semblance of dignity. Her restless tendrils receded back inside of her and her hands affixed themselves back on to her wrists.

She leaned into him and her weight while not particularly substantial would be enough to push him into the wall or window if he did not brace himself with his arms. She wrapped around him, his wet, cool body against her own. This was not as much a trial of endurance for her as it was for him. "This has been fun, but we are almost done," she would whisper into his ear. "But you have been such a good... good boy," she complimented as her hand reached down and grasped him tightly. She would relinquish her grasp eventually, her hands would unite in front of him and run through a series of hand seals. Similar to Torment of the Physical Plain, a genjutsu that assaults his will as it searches his memories. What did he fear? Did he have anything left to lose? She would pull him by the chain that was around his neck away from the window back towards the rubber-covered bed as the genjutsu started to take hold. Linked to the bed by the chain about his neck with no give, she was not going to pull him onto the floor when the build up was too much. No, they were coming and she wanted them to hear him scream in this deplorable state. Still his electrical charge was no better than a nine volt battery, she charged her hands with Thunderfist.

"How conductive is silver? Let's find out."

Her electrically-charged fingertip lowered onto one of his piercings which would not pull him from whatever terror he was having. The illusion was here, all about him in this room. [Toss me an illusion] "No pleasure to be had here dear Sennin and surrounded by all matter of terror," she did not need to remind him but she did. "If you did not have those mallets for hands then perhaps something could be done," she added with a mocking sympathetic tone. She touched another piercing with her charged hands. "I like watching you suffer terribly, it brings me pleasure. But now that you are unclouded and rapture has abandoned you, do you feel angry?" She touched the third, "...or am I catering to a sick masochist." She touched the piercing a second time. "After all they abandoned you. They were never coming for you and you might actually die here. Survival is your prerogative, not mine."

It was time for Kouin to do something. To do something or to die.​

He would be able to wiggle and writhe. He would be able to struggle still and he could even break free if he exerted enough effort. Until then the scene would be more comical than anything to her as she touched his piercing again. "Tell me Sennin, what do you see?

 

[Osuteno]

From this side of the building, things didn't seem so bad... If one could manage to ignore the sounds of battle on the other side. Simply looking at the building, it didn't seem special or as if there would be any hindrances to getting inside. However Ayumu had determined Kouin was in the vicinity through some method of investigation and had requested a team to go and check on him. Once they were inside locating Kouin should actually be quite easy. Even if it were just Osu he would be able to hear the heartbeats and blood flow of anyone nearby and it was doubtful normal people would stick around with what was happening on the other side of the structure. Rather if things got out of hand staying inside would likely become deadly. Aside from suggesting and making a quick headset announcement to the other Cloudies that a team had arrived to secure Kouin, Osu would listen to his seniors.

Standing around wasn't going to solve anything though. Osu looked at the two women he was with. To be perfectly honest, none of the trio really looked like the more common image of shinobi. Osu himself was still in a rather flashy kimono, though it was far more durable than it looked. Kitsune was dressed in finer cloth as usual but he knew little about how it would serve in battle. Saeko... looked like a rather ridiculous cosplayer in her nurse outfit, particularly with the giant syringe. Another person might think she was heading to the set of a rather silly porno.

What our three heros didn't know was they honestly were heading to the set of a rather silly porno. Except this adult film was restricted by the rules of some cosmic entity that made it impossible to see, hear, smell, taste or touch anything during the duration of the dirty business. It was possible though for such scenes to be covered with suggestive images such as scenes with ice cream pops or a train going in and out out a tunnel or even an image of someone sensually dipping a cookie in milk but then they mess up and leave it in there too long and it falls apart and now they need to either get a spoon to dig it out or wait until they are done with the rest of their cookies and drink until they find the soggy remains, but that was usually up to whoever was involved.

Sadly Osu's author was years away ICly from getting the chance to do such silly things so instead the story must focus on a more serious note. Somewhere in that building Kouin was likely being interrogated or tortured if he hadn't rushed to aid his fellow Kumo-nin. Otherwise someone might question how seriously he took his oath. Being the weakest of the croup Osu wouldn't be leading the rush in but he would follow closely on whoever's tail. Active Camouflage was an obvious choice going in, and even if the other much more experienced shinobi weren't around, finding Kouin''s location wouldn't take much searching. When they did arrive at the door that Kouin was likely behind no one would be quite sure what to expect. Covering the rear and in a support role OSu would be the last to discover whatever terrible fate had grasped Kouin. It was surely too horrible to describe.

 

[Kouin]

Just watch the show... the voice attempted to soothe his pain stricken body, but why? Why were these tendrils that prodded and searched his body, tugged and pulled, why did they entice such a feeling in his body? Why did he have watch who he thought were comrades fight to death? Fight to avoid the fate that he had so foolishly walked into? He was nothing but a simple, perverted fool, he felt despicable to the very core of his being. Hate, strife, lust, all these feelings swirled inside his stomach like a pit of despair. Slowly corrupting him from the inside; she spoke of rescue, yet where were they? Were they even competent to find him? Or maybe they were just lolly gagging to see how much of him would actually be broken by the time they got there? His hands were still bound by the leather constricts, but the weight from his wrists and ankles were slowly released. The ire of his clan began to well up inside him, yet he had nothing inside; the devilish succubus had sucked him clean of his electric charge, without it was in no better of a situation. Things were not looking up for the Sennin.

Her cool body leaned up against his, he was still too mind-boggled to respond offensively, but he wasn't sure he would. Her arms locked around his body and embraced; the warm, almost endearing touch brought back memories of what transpired. Constant humiliation, torture, pleasure. No matter how hard he tried, he would never be able to forget the pleasure that came to him, it shook him to his essence of a person. They same damp breath blew across his ear once more, and sent a daring shiver down his spine. You've been a good.... good boy He had no idea how to respond to this, it brought him a sense of happiness and content from within, but that only fueled him more. He hated the pleasure from the gratification, yet it was appealing all the same. He wasn't sure what to feel anymore, nothing felt right anymore. He wanted to strike out in rage, yet his body quaked for the abuse. He didn't want to leave the honey trap, he yearned for her delicate hands to beat and torture him.

He felt an ache come over his spirit. It could tell it was a genjutsu, but the shocking truth of his true fear scared him to the core. His worse fear was him. His eye widened in utter shock, how could he fear hims- The him that died... He looked into the visceral eyes of the man that was, the dark voids of the agony he had caused over the years; the sheer embodiment of his hatred... At least that's what he first thought, but he was entirely wrong, this man was never who he was, he couldn't be

The embodiment changed, it was still the same but he could feel a stark difference in it. It was the man who he had become, not that man before. He had changed from a ruthlessly cunning man, to a mere timid lapdog for the Raikage, and for what? Some silly oath he made on a man he never met... Pathetic.... This man was weak, pathetic, and pitiful. He had lost himself in some wake of disillusion that he was less than they were. He felt the same pain from before well up inside of him, he grit his teeth with every fiber of his being, he refused to bow to a hollow of a man.

What left do you have left to lose.... A wicked smile curled around the embodiment's black face revealing a pair of pearly white teeth.

The words echoed from the void; they sent a cold shiver down his back that he swore was visible. He could hear the low hum of electricity surge in his peripheries, Let's see how conductive silver really is He felt a touch on ring, the electricity surged violently through the ring and into his body; the surprise shook his body, but this was mild compared to what he had endured, but he wanted it to hurt... He wanted to let out whimsical screams of bliss and agony. He looked at his 'mallet' for hands and tested the bindings, Why can't I break them... He felt her hand touch his other piercing his mouth opened ready to scream, but quickly bit into his arm to muffle the howl.... Do you feel angry? He felt the electrified hand touch the final.

Or am I catering to a sick masochist?

After all they abandoned you. They were never coming for you and you might actually die here.

They did abandon him. The electricity coursed through his veins like fire. His once devoid core now surging with inner latent power. The skies began to tremble with sounds of booming thunder and crashing lightning. His Santaru blood dampened the air around them. His emerald ripples turned into glossy sky blue ripples, the storm above seemed to herald only to him, slowly gaining strength but not striking prematurely. His sapped strength was returning to him slowly.

What are you going to do? What can you even do? The amalgamation began to snicker in his face.

What do you see....

The air around him began to intensify, he would begin to give off a much different aura than before. He tested the wrist bindings and couldn't help but snicker to himself. With a swift jerk of his hands in opposite directions, he felt the bindings snap off effortlessly. He willed a single bolt the crackle through the roof to obliterate the bindings around his hands and neck, the air filled with ionized particles making the air rich with electrons. He rubbed his abraded wrists, I see a weak, pathetic disgrace of a person. Someone who threw out their potential and strength. He is the murderer of who I was, and created who I am. He is a senseless, oft and a fool. He rose his hand to the sky, the storm began to concentrate into a point of singularity. The singularity could be seen from miles away, if anyone had doubts about his location this would absolve all them. And it's time for the original host to return to this life. He dropped his hand from the sky and murmured the reckoning, Kirin.

The wind howled as a massive pylon of pure energy crashed through the sky. This held every ounce of his strength he gathered, it wouldn't be as pristine with the crude external power, but beggar's can't be choosers. Anything that was unfortunate to cross the path of the howling lightning was utterly obliterated; his eyes were filled with absolute anger and destruction, And you must die. The bolt made first contact with roof and the sheer crushing force utterly disintegrated the entire roof from barely touching; time sped up and the bolt hurled through and crashed down on his worse fear. He watched his his body was slowly broken down over and over again until eventually nothing was left of it, leaving only what was originally there. The skies filled with the sound of rain falling from the sky, blessing the land.

The inherited power seemed to have left him having used it all in the jutsu. He fell to his knees panting, trying to remain awake, That's what I saw. He began to fall back, he instinctively grabbed hold on the sheet, trying to break his fall, but the sheet did nothing to impede his fall; instead he fell swifter and ended up knocked out and rolled up in the sheet.

 

[Takaki Saeko]

I know about the sorts of things that happen at places like the Aburabuta estate. Dark, forbidden things that if ever exposed to the light of public scrutiny would bring about the downfall of dynasties that have existed for millennia. I know because my father, the Sennin of the Main, threw them all the time. Blood sacrifices, eldritch séances, fertility rituals, LAN parties… I’d like to think that being present during those little forays into the abyss had no effect on my then-five-year-old soul, but I can’t deny that I’ve changed as a result of it. At the very least, communing with Baal on the regular has left me a little lactose intolerant and certainly very uppity to my betters.

If Kouin’s stuck in a place like this, then he’s in a god-damned pickle, that’s for sure. If by some change he’s not dead already, he’s surely in the process of having his essence shredded to pieces and turned into D-grade hamburger. The stuff they serve in taxpayer-funded institutions marked “maybe fit for human consumption?” in big block letters on burlap sacks. You might think I’m being a tad too film-noir, but the simple fact is that it’s raining out here and I’ve been dragged into a sting operation along with a dominatrix and a trap.

“Osu, explain how the hell you found this place again? I mean, one moment we’re poolside and the next we’ve magically found where the Doofus is? You ain’t provided no context, foo’!”

I grumble as I shift my grip on my syringe-gun-sword-whatever. “Anyway, now I’ve gotta think about how to get us into the place. I think there are guards, but I haven’t seen any. You should stay in the shadows, anyhow. If Kouin’s getting ravaged by faceless old men then you’re especially at risk, given your looks. Actually...” I scratch my head. “Maybe that’s not the worst plan ever? We dangle you as bait, make all the guys chase you around, while Kitsune and I search for the Sennin?”

The wind picks up as I make my suggestion, and the rain lances against my skin. Why the hell is it even raining in the desert? If I didn’t know any better, I’d say a Santaru was fingering the weather.

“Hey,” I say to my companions. “Doesn’t it smell like it’s about to—“

Before I can complete my statement, a massive bolt of lightning crashes from the angry cumulus above us and obliterates the roof of the Aburabuta estate. I look at Kitsune and Osu in shocked silence while flaming debris rains down from the sky. Kouin’s doing? If he’s channeling such a powerful sutra, that means he’s in trouble. And it also gives me an idea.

“We’re going in! If someone stops us, we’re with the Red Crescent, here to evacuate the wounded and set them on fire! I mean, stop the fire! And if for some reason they still don’t think we’re legit, we shove a finger up his ass! That's what medical professhunuls do!"

 

[Osuteno]

OOC: We outside still then? Okay we outside still. Kewl kewl.

Osu stared at Saeko with a bit of incredulity. "Context? Did you not listen to me when I mentioned Ayumu called this in? But if you really want a clear sign how about the mountain-sized toad that appeared a bit ago with the giant tree that could never hope to grow in this land on the opposite side where our Raikage is battling the enemy along with Ayumu?" This was far, far more sarcastic than most people would ever bet on hearing from Osu but it wasn't like Saeko's vacation was the only one cut short. He had come to this country on his own dime without participating in the exams because he had wanted to leave the village just once without anything happening and taking a rest. The dramatic tension and epic choral music accompanying the battle could be felt and heard from here and it only added to the drama of their own situation. Forget people who haven't been reading up in and about the surrounding threads, they were lost causes at this point and no one has time to go back and explain everything. Osu was honestly looking for some backup from Kitsune at this point.

And then there was the plan Saeko started suggesting. It was becoming commonly known that Osu was prone to danger, the amount of times he had been kidnapped was rather worrying. But there was no way he should have to play bait too. It was bad enough he was already Daphnee, if he had to play Shaggy and Scooby as well there was no justice in the world.

At the first drop of rain though all thoughts of finally standing up for himself after all these years were put aside. He had been to this area twice in his life now and was fairly familiar with how coastal weather worked in general. The chances of it even raining a drizzle today were 0. A good shinobi was very aware of the most important detail of unnatural weather, it meant you were inside someone's attack range. The hair on Osu's head began rising slightly as Saeko started asking about a smell.

A very bright flash accompanied by a very loud bang.

The roof, the roof, the roof was on... well it was gone basically. If the situation were less serious it might have been fun to ask Saeko if she needed more evidence that at least something was going down inside the building.

Then Saeko shouted something that made him question her medical experiences and running towards the building before simply suggesting to the other two, "Since the roof is gone, why don't we just go over the side of the building directly to where the lighting hit?"

 

[Shinrya Kitsune]

Kitsune shook her head. ”To this this was supposed to have been a pleasant business trip for me. Ah well.” she lamented just prior to the roof basically exploding in a glorious display of a lightning strikes roaring fury. ”Well now. I’d say we’ve found our shocking Sennin. What do you two say to checking it out, without splitting up?” she suggested before nodding at Osu. ”Up and over. Lets do it.” she exclaimed before more or less jumping up the wall in a few leaps of chakra powered jumping that’d make even the most experienced pole-vaulter absolutely green with jealousy.

At the top of the wall, peering into the building, Kitsunes super-charged eyes managed to spot what looked like a body on the floor amongst the rubble. ”I think I see someone.” she told her comrades before jumping in without waiting for them to jump with her. They’d jump in too. Hopefully. If not, Kitsune would have to solve this with only her skills, boobs, and maximum effort. So glad I decided to wear red today. Kitsune mused as she landed on the floor, in a prime situation for a trap to be sprung. Though, if any traps survived the lightning strike, she’d be damn surprised.

”Kouin-kun. Is that you?” she asked tentatively to the person on the floor. They had certainly seen better days, but if it was indeed Kouin, he could be grabbed and Kitsune, along with Trap-kun and Hentai Nurse-chan, aka Osuteno and Saeko, could get the bloody hell out of there before anyone knew what was going on.