‘All this because I called her Forehead one too many times? Seriously?’ The tape covering her mouth prevented Ino from outwardly bemoaning her fate while simultaneously keeping trapped inside strips of her shirt that Sakura had gleefully shredded with a kunai. More of the sticky and tough medical tape encased her legs, stopping just below her purple panties, which Sakura had mercifully left in place along with the matching bra. Each arm was separately held against the tree from which she was hanging by what seemed like a hundred strips a piece. All of the weight of her body fell upon her arms and shoulders, as the tape kept her rigidly in the shape of a capital Y. A few wraps of the tape had trapped Ino’s hands into balls, preventing her from using any jutsu to escape.
‘At least this training ground is pretty secluded, so I just need to escape before someone shows up. Would that be embarrassing or what?’ Despite her inner bravado, deep down Ino knew that it was unlikely she was going to escape on her own. After all, medical tape was designed for battlefield use, so even trained ninja found it difficult to break. And Sakura did not seem like she had any intention of coming back anytime soon.
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You know what they say, the shy ones are always the most kinky. And Hinata was no exception. Besides stalking Naruto, Hinata’s biggest hobby is bondage, specifically self-bondage since she’s way too nervous to tell anyone about it. The way the ropes pressed and rubbed against her skin, the taste of the rubber ballgag and how it turns her mumbled words into true mumbles, Hinata loved all of it, but especially the risk. Knowing someone might find her at any moment sent a flutter through her heart and make her body warm in a blush. She had tried it in more places than she could remember: her room, abandoned buildings, training grounds, even once or twice deep in the woods. But tonight she had thrown all caution to the wind and done it in the riskiest place yet: Naruto Uzumaki’s house.
Her crush was out of the village on a mission until sometime tomorrow afternoon. So in one of her more daring moments, Hinata had broken in and proceeded to bind herself with as many ropes as she could. She couldn’t quite bring herself to be naked or in her underwear in someone else’s home (it just felt too rude to the ever proper Hyuga), so instead Hinata had worn her new bathing suit: a tightly form-fitting one piece with a much more risqué neckline than she was used to. It was colored in stripes and waves of orange and yellow, which played beautifully with her long, purple hair. Upon arriving, Hinata had weaved an intricate chest harness onto herself, which brought quite a bit of attention and care to her ‘assets’. Then after using a bit more rope to hobble her knees, Hinata had begun searching for the perfect place in the apartment to finish her bondage. Of course, after only a few moments of looking, Hinata found it: Naruto’s bed. Hinata quickly bound herself spreadeagle on the bed, and began to sensually squirm on the covers. Before tightening the ropes around her wrists, she placed her trusty kunai only a few inches away, easily within reach so she could get free when it was time and pulled the large orange ballgag between her teeth.
But Hinata quickly lost herself in fantasy after fantasy, until she was snapped back to reality by two sounds. The first was her kunai landing on the ground, as she accidentally knocked it off the bed in her ‘struggles’. And the second was the front door opening.
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As she struggled against her bindings, Tenten mentally cursed at her own stupidity. Said stupidity was what had gotten her capture by the bandits she had been sent to investigate. Of course, how was she supposed to know that one of the bandits happen to be a jonin missing nin from Kumo who happened to be a sensor?
She had taken down five of the bandits, and was in the process of taking down three more when there was a bright flash of blue light as a bolt of lightning had come blasting out of her peripheral vision. The Raiton technique had left her uninjured, but the coursing electricity had paralyzed her long enough for her to be tightly restrained with a hodge-podge of ropes, chains, and even some medical bandages. Her body was essentially cocooned in the bindings, which were restrictive enough that any struggling was reduced to a few wiggles. To add to her humiliation, the bandits had created a makeshift bitgag out of some rope and a tree root.
“Well lads, in the morning we’ll figure out how to ransom her back to Konoha. I’m sure they’ll pay good money to get one of their sexy kunoichi back. For tonight though, feel free to have a few free feels.”
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Tsunade groaned in embarrassment and rage as she trudged down one of Konoha’s streets en route to the Hokage’s Tower, accompanied by Shizune, Naruto, and Jiriaya. How could she let this happen? She was a Sannin, for goodness sake. The bet had been simple: she and the twerp would spar, and if he managed to land a blow before she had left him unable to move, he won and she would follow his instructions and return to Konoha. If not, she won, and he and the pervert would leave her alone for good.
How was she supposed to know that the twerp was not only capable of taking an insane amount of punishment, but could also create a literal army of shadow clones? If it had been a real fight, she would still have won, but as it were one of Naruto’s clones had escaped her notice and managed to land a single kick to her back. She honestly had barely felt it, but it still counted.
If not for Jiriaya, she may have lived this down. But her old teammate had pointed out the exact wording of the bet was ‘Follow my instructions AND return to Konoha’, not ‘Follow my instructions TO return to Konoha’. Which meant that until they reached the Hokage’s Tower, she was stuck doing whatever the twerp said. It had started off innocently enough: carrying his things and teaching him basic chakra control techniques. But then, a day outside Konoha, Jiriaya finally revealed his perverted plan.
Which is how Tsunade found herself trudging down one of Konoha’s streets, clad in a size-too-small tube top that ended only two inches below her bust, a mini-straightjacket that encased only her arms and midrift, and a two-sizes-too-small miniskirt. And to top it all off, they had stuck a ring gag in her mouth to reduce her protests and curses to meaningless grunts.
‘I am going to kill those two!’
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Kurenai woke slowly, her vision blurring and her head pounding. Blinking her eyes, she slowly began to notice the message painted onto the ceiling above her: ‘KURENAI-CHAN, YOU WERE MOVING WAY TOO SLOW WITH ASUMA, SO I DECIDED TO HELP PUSH THINGS ALONG! THE AROUSAL JUTSU SHOULD KICK IN A MOMENT OR TWO AFTER YOU WAKE UP! HAVE FUN! –ANKO’
As her puzzlement slowly changed to indignation, Kurenai examined her surroundings for a moment before realizing exactly where she was: Asuma’s bedroom. And it appeared that Anko had taken a couple of other liberties. For one, gone were Kurenai’s usual clothes, replaced by a fetish maid costume (Kurenai did have to admit she pulled it off). For two, she had handcuffs locked onto all of her wrists and ankles, keeping her bound spread eagle on the bed, and she had been cleave gagged with a large piece of cloth.
‘Anko, I am going to kill you! This is wildly inappropriate and goes way too far! I mean, sure I have feelings for Asuma, after all he’s handsome and kind and funny. And to tie me up like this! So what if I have a fantasy every once in awhile of being tied up like this, that still doesn’t give… Oh jeez, why is my face so hot…’