Hinata's Obsession

Webs upon webs of carefully laid out events, every little step orchestrated from the very beginning, and culminating in a finale that was sure to be astounding.

Other plans were simple, made up on the fly in such a way that would shock people as to how they could work.

This was one of the latter.

Today was a sort of… meet up, for the Konoha Twelve. Drinking, eating, laughing and talking was sure to be aplenty. Of course, Sasuke would rather sit in the corner and brood all night, occasionally dragged into the thick of things by a pink cheeked Naruto, and only managing to make his way out after having a glass of sake pressed into his hand and three kisses pressed to his cheek (one of which he was pretty sure was from Naruto).

It wasn't long before the other eleven of them noticed something. Hinata hadn't shown up.

Ino was head over heels drunk. Sakura had her hands full keeping Naruto (who was fairly drunk as well) in check, and couldn't be bothered. Kiba and Lee had gotten into a rather enthusiastic arm wrestling match. And no one else even knew where Shino was.

So, in the end, Sasuke was the one roped into getting her. Of course, Sasuke was positively bouncing at the prospect of going and collecting some white eyed girl who was scared of her own shadow, and so he did it with a smile on his face (that totally wasn't a grimace).

After a moment of deliberation, Sasuke decided to just take the easy route. Which, for him, was sneaking into the girl's room and kidnapping her if he had to - because honestly, he just didn't want to deal with Naruto, Ino, and Sakura's whining about their friend not being at the party.

Surprisingly enough, he didn't know where Hinata's room was - considering he had never given the girl a second glance before. It didn't take him that long to find it, however. The biggest, most grand part of the Hyuga compound didn't have that many rooms… and considering one of them was occupied by a girl that could be no older than eleven, and the other by a middle aged man, it stood to reason that Hinata was the inhabitant of the third.

He prided open the window, which was thankfully unlocked. Sasuke slipped inside, landing on the carpeted floor without making a single noise. There was the sound of… running water? She had to be in the shower then, he supposed.

Not one to just go barge in on women while they were showering, Sasuke decided to spend his time doing other things.

Sasuke wasn't the most curious of people. But even he got bored, and sitting around for five minutes in a foreign room with nothing to do but listen to Hinata's distant hums was excruciating for him. So… well, he did some snooping around.

And he came across a treasure trove.

It was a mix between disturbing, endearing, and downright creepy.

Drawings. Ranging from crude stick figures that had to be from when she was a kid, to elaborate paintings that detailed her and Naruto in a variety of poses. Then other things, of course. Photographs… of Naruto eating, of Naruto sleeping, of Naruto… taking a shower? He flipped through the pile that he had discovered under her bed.

Long, agonizingly detailed stories about how Naruto would come to love her. And predications, as well. Hinata guessing, through page after page of note paper, a variety of things - how long it would take her to get pregnant, how big Naruto was 'down there' (yes, she actually wrote 'down there'), and the greatest (or worst, depending on your perspective) of all, a list of 'cutesy' names she intended on calling him when they were together, the least embarrassing of which consisted of 'Naru-kun' and 'Fox-chan'.

There was a gasp and a squeal behind him. Sasuke turned; apparently, he had gotten engrossed enough in Hinata's disturbing collection that he hadn't even noticed the water being turned off, or her stepping into the bedroom.

She was dressed in a towel.

A towel that did nothing but flaunt her incredible curves. Her soft, plump, large breasts that seemed almost perfect. Her slim thighs peeking out from the hem of the towel, smooth, unblemished skin, dainty little feet that blended in so well with the carpets. And that went without mentioning her eyes, her pale eyes - so wide, so fearful. Her cheeks, red and flushed with absolute horror.

"S-S-Sasuke-kun…" Hinata stammered.

Sasuke smirked.

Oh, he had an idea. A twisted, dark, depraved idea… but a good one nonetheless. Perhaps, if Hinata had the foresight to dress before she left the bathroom, this could have been avoided. Unfortunately for her, Sasuke wasn't the type to let something like this go.

"We have a lot to talk about, Hinata." Sasuke said. He bent down, picking up a picture - which just happened to be one of Naruto talking adamantly to Sakura and Sasuke, Hinata having been at least twenty yards away when she took the photo.

"You- you…"

"Everyone knows that you're in love with him." Sasuke said softly. "But to go this far? This isn't love, Hinata. It's an obsession. Stalking. What would your dear little 'Naruto-kun'-" He said it mockingly, mimicking her sweet voice whenever she said it." - think if he found out what you'd been doing? He'd be mortified. He wouldn't ever want to speak to you again."

"N-no!" Hinata blurted, hugging the towel ever tighter to her chest, unintentionally amplifying her significant bust. Her flush had darkened, Hinata wincing as if the very idea of Naruto never talking to her again was causing her pain.

"Unless…" Sasuke began.

"Un- unless what?" she said hurriedly. So desperate was she to find a way out of this situation, of her deepest darkest secret being revealed, that she couldn't control herself.

"I want you, Hinata."

She blinked.

"Or more specifically… your body."

"My… my… my b-body?" Hinata said.

Sasuke smirked. It was a feral one, and Hinata's flush turned even redder at the implications of it. "I'm a man, Hinata." he said. "And a man has his needs. Unfortunately… 'no strings attached' isn't a thing in Konoha. You sleep with a woman, and she wants to cling to you forever. That's not something I can do." His smirk widened. "So… I'll keep your secret, Hinata." Sasuke bared his teeth. "If you let me have your body, that is."

Hinata swallowed. "What… what do you mean by that?"

"What do you think I mean?" Sasuke said, taking a step forward. "I mean your body, Hinata. That sweet little mouth. Those juicy lips. And…" His gaze drifted downwards. "Of course, that also includes tight little ass and that nice little snatch of yours. I'll take them as I wish, how I wish. Whenever I want - I could snap my fingers, and you'd better be ready to get down on your knees and suck my cock."

Her face turned vermillion. "A-and why would I want to do that?" she said, taking a step back instinctively.

"My sharingan remembers all." Sasuke said. "How about a quote from that delightful story you wrote? 'Naruto-kun and I would come together, our lips clashing, our clothes coming off as passion and fury sparked-'"

"O-okay, okay!" Hinata stammered. She took a few deep breaths, her bust heaving. "I- I accept your deal."

"Good." Sasuke said. "Now strip."

"Wh- what?"

"I said anytime, anywhere." Sasuke murmured, his voice low. "Don't object, don't even think of resisting. You said you accept, and that means that I own your body now. I'll fucking do what I want to you Hinata, but this will go a lot easier if you comply. Now strip."

Hinata shuddered. "You- you-"

He swept forward, his hand pressing against her chest and pushing her into the wall. She hit it with a thud, her mouth agape, her eyes the size of dinner plates. "I'm not one to be fucked with, Hyuga." Sasuke growled. "I said that I don't want any objections. You don't get to complain. When I ask you to spread your legs and drop your panties, you say 'Thank you, Sasuke-sama.'. You're my little bitch now, Hinata. And I suggest, that unless you want Naruto and everyone to know about what you are - a pathetic little stalking weasel - you'll follow what I say."

He took a step back.

"Strip." It wasn't a request. It wasn't even an order. It was a command, as if from a master to his slave.

She whimpered, pathetically. Tears brimmed in her pale eyes. But, she could recognize when she was beaten. Slowly, her fingers twitching, Hinata allowed the towel to drop to the floor - her naked body now on display.

Sasuke soaked it all in. The perfect round shape of her breasts. The slim curve of her hips. Her cute little belly button. Her neat, trimmed snatch. And that went without mentioning the inches upon inches of flawless skin that seemed to glow in the light of her room.

"Excellent." Sasuke said. "Just… excellent."

"Is- is that it?" Hinata asked.

Sasuke laughed, actually laughed at that. "Are you kidding me?" he said, undoing his trousers. "We're on a bit of a schedule, but I'll be damned if I don't get a taste of my little pet before we go." He smirked, allowing his pants to fall to the floor. "Time to meet your new master, Hinata."

He dropped his boxers, and his cock flopped out.

Hinata gasped.

Long. That was about the best word you could use to describe it. Long and… well, you could use thick as well. It was well over a foot. Maybe… maybe sixteen inches in length? Maybe even longer, she couldn't really tell. It was so big. Breathtakingly so, big enough that the very idea of him sticking that thing inside of her sent shivers of fear down her spine.

Wetness began to pool in her folds. Slick, hot, sticky juices began to spill down her thighs; Hinata shivered, for she wasn't that naive, she knew what those liquids meant, she knew it was a telltale sign that her body was growing aroused even if her mind was opposed to the idea of touching Sasuke, let alone sleeping with him.

He advanced forward. Hinata shuddered, as his warm hands reached forward - the slightest little squeak spilling from her plump lips as he caressed her breasts. In a reversal of his earlier attitude, he was… soft in handling her tits. His hands gently cupping the creamy globes, fingers running over her rosy nipples in such a way that made her bite back a moan.

That spell was broken in no time at all. For he hadn't been trying to be gentle - instead, he was simply memorizing the warmth and feel of her breasts, really just taking a measure of his new slut's worth to him. The stuttering, the reluctance, the defiance and the blushing were annoying. But with this curvaceous, busty body, and her submissive attitude when he pressed her far enough… she would be perfect for his needs.

Now, he had to truly claim her.

Not her pussy or her ass, of course. Not even her mouth; not yet, at least. He was going to savour this. And so, he was going to start with the first thing that a man's eyes leapt to when you saw Hinata - her plump, juicy, deliciously large tits.

With brutally frightening ease, he picked her up. Hinata squeaked, clutching at his back for dear life as he carried her, setting her down onto the bed with his calloused hands. He crawled onto the mattress after her, and Hinata gasped, as his hardened cock poked against her thigh. It was harder than she could have ever imagined… and- and warmer too. The tip smeared precum against her porcelain skin, and she couldn't help but shiver as the white liquid trailed down her leg.

He straddled her, settling his hips down on either side of her midriff. His weight held her down, though she made no attempt to buck him off. It was a compromising position - for she was quite literally staring down the barrel of his cock, the massive, throbbing tube of meat pointing right at her

Sasuke smirked maliciously. His big hands reached down, grasping her juicy tits, spreading them apart so that a tantalizing valley was left in between them. And like clockwork, he slid his cock into that place. It fit there near perfectly, as if it was meant to be wedged in between her breasts, as if that was where it belonged.

He pressed her tits together, and despite their prodigious size, the two of them combined still had no hope to smother his monstrous length. Sasuke thrusted forward experimentally, groaning in delight, for the feel of her warm and soft breasts squished around his cock was an incredible one indeed. "Finally," he growled. "A Konoha girl with a nice pair of tits." He smirked. "Maybe that skank Tsunade's tits would be better than these… but, I'll make do with what I have." He continued to thrust, back and forth, only stopping his forward movements when his balls slapped against the bottom of her breasts.

Back and forth, back and forth. The best part of a titjob, Sasuke had come to realize, wasn't the warm feeling of a woman's tits squeezing against the sides of your cock. It was the visual, plain and simple. The way her hair would slowly become disheveled, as he ground her scalp into the sheets. The way her white pupils would widen and constrict as he shoved the mushroom head of his cock mere inches away from them. Her plump lips, thin tongue just visible through them, as if she was holding back the urge to slip it out of her mouth and lap at the tip of his cock. And that went without going on about her tits themselves, the mammaries squashed around his shaft, her rosy nipples rubbing against the top as he thrust into them. He squeezed them harder and harder around his cock, grunting and groaning in time with his thrusts, focused on eliciting as much pleasure from the act as possible - still well aware that the others were waiting at the party for he and Hinata to return.

"What is it with you?" Sasuke said, almost mockingly though his words were serious. "So innocent." A harsh thrust, Hinata gasping at the power behind it. "So naive. And yet, you have this body. These fat tits, those plump lips, the slim thighs, and what I'm sure is a nice and tight cunt." He smirked. "I bet you were ashamed of these things when you got them, weren't you?" Sasuke said, giving her breasts a squeeze. "I bet you were afraid your precious 'Naruto-kun' wouldn't like them." He laughed. "There's no need to worry about that, Hinata, I'm enjoying them plenty."

She whimpered, as he continued to thrust into the valley of her breasts. His body seemed to engulf hers - his warmth soaking her skin, his massive cock bruising the inside of her breasts as he used them like two fleshy toys.

He wasn't brutal about it, though. It didn't seem as if he was purposefully trying to hurt her… but, he wasn't trying not to hurt her either. It was just the sheer intensity of his thrusts, the force he put into them, the way he put every muscle in his body towards the task of fucking her breasts that caused this sort of… what was it? She couldn't describe it. The insides of her thighs felt so wet, so slick with her juices that she couldn't claim that she wasn't enjoying it and not be lying to herself. It felt wrong, to be used like this, for Sasuke to simply whip his massive cock, slot it into her breasts and use them as two funbags to get himself off… but- but at the same time, it felt so good. It felt so refreshing, to not be treated as a princess, as a porcelain doll, and instead to be treated like some kind of filthy depraved whore.

She moaned. Sasuke smirked triumphantly, pumping his hips faster and faster, his meaty cock slapping against the bottom of her chin and neck, smearing precum across her skin.

Most of this up until now had been unplanned.

But from the instant Sasuke had laid his claim to Hinata's body, he knew that this was the way he was going to enforce that.

His balls tightened, his shaft throbbed and expanded. He let out a groan, bottoming out in her breasts - sparing one hand to grip the base of his cock and aim it properly… the tip pointing directly at her nose. He smirked, and she gasped, just in time for his member to explode like a geyser, spraying her face with cum. She opened her mouth to say something - but the second shot landed right inside of her, sealing her lips shut with white jizz. Hinata was forced to sit there, held down by his weight, as he plastered her innocent features with cum.

Everything was covered. Her nose, her high cheeks, her forehead, her eyelashes, her chin. Everything from her indigo locks to her plump lips was left smeared in a thick layer of his seed. Hyuga Hinata wasn't even recognizable anymore, if it weren't for those impossibly white eyes, tinged with lavender, that shone beneath the face mask he had given her.

Sasuke let out a languid groan, easing himself off of the bed. Using the towel he had discarded earlier, he gently wiped his cock off. And then, he yanked his boxers and pants back on.

"I'll tell the others you got held up at home." Sasuke said, with a smirk, Hinata stirring feebly as his cum began to dry on her face. "Hurry up and get cleaned." He made to leave, but, something stopped him. "I'll come by next time I need you… Hinata." His smirk widened, and then, he leapt out of the window, leaving a cum smeared Hinata behind in her room.

Claimed.

That was what she was.

Naked, on her bed, her hair disheveled, her body sweaty. Her face, smeared from chin to the top of her head in jizz. And Sasuke, holding the key to her curvaceous body. She was at his beck and call. If he said sit, she would sit. If he said bend over, she would have to bend over. He owned her.

She, Hyuga Hinata, was owned.

And yet… for some reason… that idea didn't repulse her as much as it should.

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