Night had fallen over Kumogakure. Mabui lay bound to a massive bed with black iron posts, her wrists and ankles restrained by thick ropes that bit into her dark skin. A black silk blindfold covered her eyes, plunging her into a world of darkness where every sound, every touch became an electric jolt. She breathed heavily, her chest rising and falling beneath a torn shirt that hung in shreds, revealing curves marked by days of brutal servitude.
Makima stood above her, a tall and relentless figure, her golden eyes gleaming in the dim light like those of a predator. She wore a half-unbuttoned white shirt, sleeves rolled up, and tight black pants that accentuated her slender yet powerful legs. Her red hair cascaded over her shoulders, and a vicious smile played on her lips. She held a leather whip in one hand, tapping it idly against her thigh, while the other lazily caressed the edge of the bed.
"You're a good little bitch, Mabui," she said, her voice soft yet sharp as a blade. "You haven't moved an inch. You've learned, haven't you?"
Mabui whimpered softly, a raspy sound rising from her dry throat. "Yes… Master…" Her voice trembled, a mix of fear and excitement she couldn't hide. Her full lips quivered, and a drop of sweat rolled down her neck, tracing a path on her brown skin.
Makima chuckled, placing the whip on Mabui's stomach, just hard enough to make her flinch. "You like that, don't you? Being at my mercy." She leaned down, her warm breath brushing Mabui's ear. "Say it."
"I like… I like it…" Mabui stammered, her words interrupted by a hiccup. She tugged at the ropes, her arm muscles straining, but she had nowhere to go. Makima had planned everything.
Without warning, Makima brought the whip down on Mabui's thigh. The skin reddened instantly, and a sharp cry tore through the air. "AHHH!" Mabui arched her back, her body writhing in pain, but there was something else in that scream—a note of raw pleasure.
"You're so beautiful when you cry," she murmured, dragging the whip along Mabui's side, drawing imaginary lines on her skin. Then she struck again, this time on her stomach. *CRACK!*
"HNNNGH!" Mabui gasped, her fingers clawing the air, her nails digging into her palms. The blindfold prevented her tears from flowing freely, but they soaked the fabric, making it heavy against her eyelids.
Makima dropped the whip and climbed onto the bed, her knees on either side of Mabui's hips. She grabbed the shreds of the shirt and ripped it off with a sharp tug, fully exposing Mabui's breasts. Mabui's full, firm breasts quivered with each erratic breath. Makima ran a finger over a hardened nipple, pinching it slightly between her nails. "Look at this," she said mockingly. "You're already ready to explode, and I've barely started."
"Master… please…" Mabui whimpered, her voice broken with desire. *HMMM!* She squirmed under Makima's fingers, unable to control herself. Makima responded by pinching harder, drawing a shrill cry: "AHHHH!" Mabui's body tensed like a bow, her hips instinctively lifting toward her mistress.
Makima slid a hand lower, her fingers brushing the sensitive skin between Mabui's thighs. She played there, slowly, deliberately, rubbing and pressing with diabolical precision. "You're soaking wet, you dirty bitch," she growled, her tone dripping with satisfaction. Mabui screamed again, a guttural *OHHHH!* that echoed in the room, her legs trembling against the ropes. Makima worked her relentlessly, alternating between brutal caresses and subtle pressures, until Mabui's cries became a chaotic symphony of *HNNNGH!* and *AHHH!*.
Then, Makima sat up, unbuttoning her pants with a carnivorous smile. She revealed her imposing member.
"Open your mouth," she ordered, gripping Mabui's chin to force her obedience. Mabui, panting, obeyed without hesitation, her lips parting in a weak moan. Makima thrust the object into her mouth, dominating every movement. "Suck, slut. Show me how much you're mine."
Mabui muffled a *MMMGH!* as her tongue worked, her cheeks hollowed with effort. Saliva dripped down her chin, and her moans vibrated against the toy. Makima watched, eyes half-lidded, savoring every sound, every submission. "You're pathetic," she said, holding Mabui's head firmly. "But you're my bitch, and that, I like."
After a moment, she pulled the toy from Mabui's mouth, leaving a trail of drool on her face. Then, without a word, she repositioned herself between Mabui's legs. She guided her throbbing member—which she had made alive with an almost supernatural tension—and thrust it in one stroke. The bed creaked under the force, and Mabui screamed.
*AHHHHH!*
Her hips lifted, seeking more, and Makima pounded her mercilessly, each thrust punctuated by Mabui's *HNNNGH!* and *OHHH!*.
At the same time, Makima leaned down, offering her chest to Mabui's eager mouth. Mabui's tongue found a nipple, licking it frantically between cries. Mabui's body, slender yet marked with bruises and rope burns, contorted beneath Makima, her muscles tense and glistening with sweat. Her gray hair, usually so neatly styled, clung to her forehead in messy strands, and her full lips drooled against Makima's pale skin.
"You like that, huh?" Makima growled, quickening the pace. "You're nothing without me." She dug her nails into Mabui's thighs, leaving red marks that bled slightly. Mabui responded with a choked *YESSS!*, followed by an *AHHH!* as her body convulsed under the assault.
The minutes stretched, a ballet of domination and surrender. Makima controlled everything—the rhythm, the pain, the pleasure—and Mabui drowned in it, her cries growing wilder: *HMMM! AHHH! OHHH!* Finally, after what felt like an eternity, Makima slowed, leaving Mabui gasping, broken, a trickle of saliva dripping from her open mouth.
Makima sat up, wiping a drop of sweat from her forehead. "You're a good bitch," she said, untying the ropes with a casual gesture. She ripped off the blindfold, revealing Mabui's tearful, dazed eyes. "Rest. I'm not done with you. And I think I'll need a new toy—you're incapable of keeping up with me for now. ~"
She laughed, collapsing onto the bed. The air was thick with sweat and sex.
"Ahh... I should take a bath," she said, suddenly sitting up.