The Training of Sakura

“Mmmpphh! Mpphhh!”

“Come on, Sakura. We can make this as easy as you let me make it,” sighed Shashi as she gave Sakura’s crotch rope another tug. The most frisky captives were almost always the most satisfying to tie down and play with but as for this, it was going on for a bit longer than what Shashi had the time and patience for.

“Mpphh! Mmmm! Mmmffff! Mmmppphhhhh! Mmmm!” growled Sakura, in barely muzzled rage and indignation. She shook her head violently and locked her knees, trying her best to dig her feet into the hard concrete floor which gave little. Of course Shashi would never have understood what the poor girl was saying, not knowing any Japanese. But the language itself was irrelevant, even girls from the most different of countries sound the same with a pair of Shashi’s well-worn panties stuffed into their mouth. She liked to call it her own novel approach to international diplomacy.

“Whatever. Kakashi hired me to train you and I never disappoint. I can see why he needed to get outside help for you. But don’t worry. After a week, I’m sure we’ll be able to work together like the best of friends” said Shashi as she continued tugging at the rope with little effect. With her training and strength, Sakura could well resist this puny little mistress for as long as she wanted to and she knew that full well. If she was going to be tied up, she’d be kicking and clawing even as the last knot is pulled tight.

“Mppphh! Mpphh!” Sakura tried to mumble through her tight gag. Having Shashi’s foul-tasting panties shoved into her mouth was already humiliating enough. The tape sealed the packing in more than adequately on its own and the cloth gag over that was probably more for ornament than anything else. But as for the damp over the nose gag that was making it so hard for her to breathe, well, there comes a point where one suspects if all of Shashi’s actions were designed merely to humiliate and torment her victims well beyond the call of duty. Or that she may just be enjoying her job just a bit too much. Yet Shashi’s finishing touch did prove unexpectedly effective at suppressing Sakura’s feisty spirit. The combined, exhausting effort of trying to break free from Shashi’s ropes and breathe through the gag at the same time caused beads of sweat to run down and tickle her nose. Shashi certainly knew how to take proper care of a guest.

Shashi rolled her eyes, amused at Sakura’s little tantrum. She pulled on a rope tied to a nearby pipe running along the wall. “Well, Sakura, I don’t know why you want to stay here at this spot so very badly when there are many more pleasurable places to be at. But I’m so soft-hearted and if you really want to, well I guess you can stay here. For the rest of the night until we get into a much more agreeable mood.” As Shashi grabbed the tethering rope with one hand and Sakura’s chest harness with the other, Sakura knew it was her last chance to act.

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It took 10 minutes for Shashi to come to. She felt her scalp as she picked herself up, where a tender, painful lump marked the point where her head hit the wall after Sakura headbutted her squarely in the chest. She wondered how much paddling would be appropriate for such misbehaviour. 100? A good start.

“Sakura-chan, please come out, wherever you are. I promise I won’t scare you any more,” called out Shashi, “do you really think you know this old warehouse better than me?”. Biting her lips quite a bit, she quietly made a note to blindfold her captive as soon as she laid her hands on Sakura. Fortunately, Shashi always brings extra dirty laundry.

Meanwhile, spying Shashi on her trail from around a corner, Sakura immediately conjured up all of her discipline and fell perfectly still; even though all the bound hopping has caused the balls of her feet to sear with pain. She knew that without getting the leg ropes loose, she’d have no chance of running away if she was spotted. After Shashi catches her and puts her into a hogtie, Sakura would be hers; she had to free her legs. But now, she couldn’t even get her gag loose despite minutes of earnest rubbing. She needed to collect herself and plan how to make it, undetected, to the exit that stood not ten meters away. But with Shashi there, that door may well have been back home in Konohagakure for all the good it would do.

“Let’s go, Sakura! It’s not safe to be wandering around all tied up in a place like this. Now just where can you be?”

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Shashi's captive this time is Sakura Haruno from Naruto. I usually prefer to draw original characters but it's for a long-time friend and a good way to practice drawing in the anime style. It really works well with how I color these drawings and I'm looking at switching to it from now on