**Warning** This chapter contains a full on fantasy depiction of sexual assault. Last chance to leave or skip this chapter if you can't stomach it!

Team Eight decided not to stay in the village, leaving for Konoha in the night. Saul however, after the refugees were rounded up, left a clone in the area. Instead of dispelling it, he turned it into a branch. This was left unnoticed by the others.

Hisame stirred, her head throbbing as she slowly regained consciousness. Her eyes opened wide with panic. It was dark, so dark. The cold night air crept against her skin. She couldn't move!

"Bastard!" she hissed, "That double crossing, two-faced, greedy pig! He set me up!" And now she was left to rot in the middle of nowhere.

Her legs were tied tightly at her ankles, and her arms were wrenched painfully behind her back. She grunted, twisting against the restraints, but it was to no avail. Futile. She'd need a weapon. 

Hisame rolled over with a grunt. She was finally able to see the night sky above her. Staring down at her unblinkingly, chilling, impartial. She looked down at her ninja pouch around her leg, where she kept her Kunai. It was emptied out at some point.

"These ropes, ugh, who ties knots this tight? My arms are numb!"

Her body tensed as she strained again against the rope. It was a futile effort. She needed to find something sharp, or she'd never get out. It was so humiliating. Imagine her, reduced to squirming like some helpless worm! 

Hisame groaned under her breath, rolling back onto her stomach with a frustrated huff. Her tits squashed painfully onto the damp yet gritty forest floor. Her bra would be ruined after all this! The netted cloth would likely be frayed and torn as she wriggled her way forward.

"Fucking hell, it's blacker than a whore's asshole out here," she spat, squinting to try and make out anything in the dark, "Gotta be a damn rock or stick somewhere... Somethin' to cut this shit off."

Saul decided this would be the best moment to approach. He had been watching the woman detachedly for a while now. Without the gazes of those he cared about. Without anything that could hold him back. She was currently helpless. Saul wouldn't miss this chance to take what he wanted. As an enemy kunoichi he didn't care about at all from the original series, her feelings didn't matter one bit to him.

He walked forward and stepped onto her back, pinning her to the ground. Watching her tight, round ass, held tightly in the fabric of her pants as she writhed in pain. The material clung to her elastic, juicy backside, stretching taut over her plump cheeks. The woman's ass was the best part about her.

"Ooomph!"

She gasped, a sharp grunt of pain escaping her lips.

"Get the fuck off me, you piece of shit! Who the hell even are you!?"

Hisame's eyes narrowed as she glared up at the figure looming over her, the weight of his sandal pressing into her back. The dim moonlight barely illuminated his shaggy brown hair, dangling messily over his face, obscuring his eyes. His ragged clothes and gaunt frame screamed refugee, one of the desperate stragglers she'd intended to sell to the Duke.

And now for a little acting, just to make this a little more fun. Saul smiled sadistically.

"Bitch, remember me? You killed my brother today, in this very camp!" 

He got down on top of her, pulling down her pants all the way to her knees and stared at her ass hungrily.

"Don't you DARE touch me!" She shrieked, bucking violently under him, trying to dislodge his weight. "GET... OFF!"

Her pale white ass cheeks quivered visibly under the dim moonlight. Her black cloth panties stretched thin over her plump curves. The fabric was damp now, from sweat or something else, clinging desperately to the deep cleft between her ass cheeks. Every frantic wiggle sent ripples through the soft flesh, the round globes of her ass helplessly jiggling.

Hisame was hysterical. "Seein' a good show, you sick freak?" She spat, her voice thick with humiliation and rage, "Bet you're hard just starin' at my ass, aren't ya... Pathetic. I'm a ninja, ya know."

She forced a threatening grin onto her face.

"I'll butcher you like a PIG, just like how I slaughtered your brother! Run while you can, you filthy maggot!"

Saul grabbed her head and forced it onto the ground. The murderous Kunoichi ate dirt. It was partially done to keep up the act of rage and partially because, well. He really couldn't hide the insane grin on his face. It was exhilarating! To finally do whatever he wanted, to be free!

Saul yanked her underwear down to her knees. Her ass was laid bare, glistening faintly with her own sweat. Tucked neatly between her thighs were the plump white lips of her pussy. He spread them with two fingers to look inside, touched her soft pink folds, and scowled. She was completely dry. 

Hisame went completely silent, simmering. Was she planning something? 

Saul pushed himself on top of her, zipping down so only his cock came out. It didn't matter. He'd use her thighs for now. He placed the head of his cock along the sensitive lips of her pussy, sliding along her clit as he sunk into the depths of her soft, white thighs.

She turned her head to him with clenched teeth and tearing eyes, a mixture of fear and rage. She spat out a glob of filth as she tried to twist away.

"GODDAMN IT, STOP!" 

Her bare ass, slick with sweat, was squashed under his weight. The plump, creamy flesh of her cheeks rolled and jiggled obscenely with each thrust. Hisame could feel Saul's cock slide through the tender skin of her inner thighs, rubbing against the tight, quivering entrance to her pussy. She could feel the slick drag of his cock, the insistent pressure against her clit, making her body betray her with a jolt of unwanted sensation.

"This feels disgusting! Stop it! NO! Ahhh!!!"

A sharp cry tore from her throat as the head of his cock suddenly dug into the tender lips of her pussy, before moving back down and continuing to grind against her with brutal force. Her core felt like it was burning up. She could feel every ridge of his cock dragging against her, causing a wet heat to build against her will. 

"I'LL KILL YOU! Do you hear me!? You're dead. DEAD!"

"Are you sure about that?"

Her body was screaming a different message. The vigorous slide of his cock against her clit sent new droplets down with every thrust. She could feel her own wetness growing, an instinctive yet humiliating betrayal as her body prepared to be bred. She was helpless, trapped. 

"NOOO!!!" Hisame sobbed. She was a trembling mass of flesh, her muscles clenching every time Saul ground against her. The sheer brutality of it made her stomach clench. Every thrust was a slap against her ass, and she could feel the head of his cock now kissing her entrance with each downward stroke. She was on the verge of being breached. 

"I HATE YOU! AHHHH!!!!" Her voice cracked, tears streaming down her face. A terrifying heat was building within her core, and she could feel her pussy clench in panic. This was rape, pure and simple. And her body was responding. She squirted all over his dick, trembling and quivering.

Saul took this as a sign to press his cock, drenched in her fluids, against her lower lips. His whole body weight was on her. This squished her breasts flat against the ground. Her nipples dragged painfully along the forest floor as she struggled. Then the thick head of his cock stretched her poor cunt deliciously wide. 

Dominated, helpless, sobbing, Hisame had resorted to begging. She didn't want this. She didn't want some random man to claim her forcefully. Especially not a refugee! His dirty, disgusting thing should have never gone anywhere near her cunt! It was absolutely forbidden!

She wheezed, gasping for breath. "Not... not there... please! I can suck you off or something, just- ohhhh!"

Saul's hips moved in crude, brutal thrusts, filling her mind with both pain and pleasure. Since her ankles were tied together she tried to scratch him with her nails, but she couldn't reach him. Hisame's muscles clenched helplessly, gripping his cock. Her body gave him a soundless plea to breed her, to turn her into his personal bitch. The wet sloppy sounds of their union filled the air.

His cock plunged deep into her clinging depths, only to deny her greedy pussy and emerge, slick and glistening, before slamming back in. Hisame's mind went blank. She could feel a desperate heat, a powerful, humiliating feeling that would mean complete surrender.

"Y-you're hurting me... AHHH! I h-hate this...!" She choked out, her tears melding with the sweat on her cheek. Saul leaned over her and licked them with a grin. They tasted salty. Hisame clenched around him even tighter. Oh... It felt so good.

"F-fuck you!!! Filthy animal!" Her voice was ragged, broken, unable to shout or cry anymore.

She tried to roll over, to get him out somehow, but her body felt so weak. Her bare skin was flushed red, her core shuddered and clenched desperately. She didn't want to cum. She didn't want to cum from this sick bastard. But he could do whatever he wanted with her right now; she couldn't even focus enough to gather her chakra. It was so humiliating!

"Just fucking finish already! Cum! I can't take it anymore! It feels... ohhhh!"

Hisame's muscles clamped down on his cock, trapping him deep. Inside, he was hitting something that took her breath away with every thrust. Finally, Saul couldn't take it anymore and came, flooding her begging pussy. 

"Nnngh!" 

She orgasmed, her body convulsing violently as she felt the hot, thick spurt of his seed coat her inner walls. She could feel his cock pulse deep inside, coating her, marking her. Her pussy milked him, spasming as it greedily gulped all of his seed down into her womb. Hisame trembled violently in shock, disbelief, and pleasure with each spasm from her cunt.

Drained, she laid there helplessly. But now, as Saul laid atop her, she finally had her opportunity. She gathered her chakra and converted it to lightning, releasing it outwards all throughout the tenketsu on her back. A weak, jutsu-less technique, but one that would certainly at least injure if not kill a civilian.

"Ah!"

Saul jumped back from the shocking feeling. His chakra had protected him, but the real danger was maintaining the clone technique. He didn't want the woman to know he was a ninja.

The woman cackled darkly, helplessly. "Didn't get you, huh?" Her voice was laced with rage, "You better kill me now, or else..." She lay there weakly, unable to make any further movements.

Sorry, but I need you for a certain experiment. You'll live.

Saul smiled. "No, I'll leave you here with this humiliation to stay with you forever."

"You bastard...!"

That should do it for the cover, in-case this doesn't work. Saul moved over to her and punched her head into the ground. She groaned weakly, but still conscious. He did it again, and again and again, until finally she was knocked out. Then he brought his palm, covered in a glowing, green light, to her unconscious form.

Author's Note: There was some confusion on the plot of the previous chapter. I tried to make it clear through the subtext of the scenario and context clues, but it seems I'm not good enough at hinting at the scenario to give people a hint to what's actually going on. So I'll explain the plot of this mission.

The Duke of the Land of Fire first contacted Hisame, a missing-nin from the neighboring country, about procuring slaves for his territory. She was involved in human trafficking - and tricked her next group of would-be slaves from the Land of Grass into the Land of Fire. The Land of Grass is currently at war after all, many are displaced, war-torn refugees with nowhere else to go.

But purchasing so many slaves is expensive. So the Duke hired a Jonin-genin squad from Konoha cheaply to acquire the goods with both a righteous justification and a cheap price. Not knowing this, Kurenai and her team arrived to secure the refugees.

At this point Hisame knew she was backstabbed, so she tried to create a distraction for her escape. Kurenai quickly caught up to the woman due to Hinata's vision, subdued her, and went through her memories. That's when she deduced the truth of the situation.

But the Duke, knowing Kurenai's abilities, did not want to sour relations with Konoha. So he instructed his slave overseer to pay her extra, a small portion of the fees he originally was going to pay to Hisame, as hush money. 

He executed the useless people because they would cost more money to feed than they would give to him in terms of value as slaves. It was all about profit. The justification was just a nonsense excuse for the people, as long as it 'looked' righteous. He painted himself as relatively merciful while getting a fat profit and then sent team 8 on their merry way.

What I really wanted to paint here was to show how little the lives of the people matter to those in the shinobi world. Whether it's the nobles, the ninja, or the people themselves, lives are worthless until they're assigned a worth by someone in power. 

Anyways there's your super long nsfw chapter, I hope you all enjoyed the first dark NSFW scene! Remember, Saul is no herbivore; he's a wolf in sheep's clothing.