Somewhere in the whereabouts of Amegakure...
The brown-trenchcoated slender figure stood, crouched and concealed below a huge wooden log which offered shelter from the constant and heavy rain that usually flogged the whole land. A few meters down the steep slope, a barely noticeable muddy path led deeper into the bush, and most probably to her mission objective.
She glanced around, scouting the surroundings for any suspicious activity.
“No one in sight. Good, but where the hell is she? In an hour it will all go pitch black...” she thought to herself.
A gust of wind hit her straight in the face, bringing a load of dust and water while messing her already fuzzy hair; she had to turn her head away for a second, only to feel a cold, steel blade being pointed at her throat from nowhere. She froze. No enemy scout could have gone unnoticed.
“All of your ninja techniques can be useless against a well-set, old fashion ambush, my dear.” a female voice spoke. “Then your reputation is well-deserved. Too cocky to bother looking behind your back...”.
She used the corner of her eye to recognize her position better.
“I might be cocky, but by ignoring that enemy scout you're not going making yourself a good teacher...”.
She could feel the aggressor turning away from her for the instant she needed to strike; with lightning-fast reflexes, she pulled herself below the knife-weilding arm, then grabbed the mugger to the ground, effectively turning the tables on her. She held her breath.
“... Kurenai? Is that you?”. The raven-haired beauty smiled.
“In the flesh. I'm your contact for this mission. And deceiving an illusionist is a worthy achievement indeed.” it took all of Kurenai's effort not to rage for being defeated with such a cheap trick.
“Then I guess I'm Anko indeed. No knife is going to hold me for long.”.
The two kunoichi stood up, dressed in their usual combat outfits.
“Let's get down to business, shall we?” Kurenai said.
“I agree. What's this assignment all about? The Hokage told me that the orders would only be issued at the rendez-vouz point, such is the secrecy of this mission.”.
“You are correct, Anko. The whole matter behind our assignment is on a need-to-know basis. And so it shall remain until we get the job done.”
“We?” Anko asked, in slight frustration. “I thought this was a solo operation.” she would have never had someone take some of the credit for her mission accomplishment.
“I have been ordered to go with you on this one. You may fulfill the Hokage's will or question her authority if you think it's best.” Kurenai promptly replied.
“You're right. I'd better stick with the program.” Anko said, trying to hide her dissatisfaction. “Please, instruct me on my... our mission.”
“We're going to slip inside a small cargo convoy which is going to take this way into the forest. This convoy is carrying supplies for a highly fortified compound located somewhere we are unable to pinpoint without somebody bringing us in directly. We are to retreive one of the Hokage's agents which was caught while undercover.”
“And who is the one who manages to get kidnapped by some petty local warlord's thugs around here?” Anko asked, arrogantly.
“Her name is Tenten. She is a kunoichi from Konoha. And beware, Anko. These guys are up to their task for being able to subdue someone as highly trained as she is.”. Kurenai said, worried at her counterpart's underestimation of the circumstances.
“Ok, got that, “mommy”. Now, shall we find some decent cover or are we going to furtherly spoil our presence here?” Anko said, heading towards a place to hide.
Kurenai looked at her, and though: “Oh my, this is going to be one long mission...”.
How many time had gone since her arrival at the slavers' lair, Tenten didn't know. She had barely seen any daylight since her kidnap from the bandits who put her in a predicament she wouldn't be getting out. Right after her delivery to the guild, she was stripped of her clothing and took into an underground dungeon, in a small cell with cold stone walls and no windows. The dim lightning came from a torch located along the corridor leading from the outer world to the dungeon complex. Whenever the heavy wooden door was opened by the jailer to bring her food and water, she could notice other similar cells in the same area, and even perceive other faint voices, all female, pleading for help or grunting unintelligible words, probably because of some heavy gaggings.
She didn't see anyone of the high-level slavers yet, being taken care of only by guards and jailers, who had thoroughly been instructed about her background and skills. With a reputation such as hers, they had no intentions of letting her escape her bonds anytime soon: despite the presence of a filthy mattress in a corner of her cell, she was tightly tied to a stone pillar, her hands behind her back and kept crossed by some heavy hemp rope; more rope was looped above and below her breast, and served as an additional hold for her body. Thighs and ankles were also bound together and she could not even touch the ground with her feet, thus preventing any standing on the ground. Her only clothing consisted of a skimpy dark red dress which barely covered her breast and lower parts, with a middle-cut exposing her flat stomach and navel.
She couldn't find any particular reason why she was being kept gagged, but a cloth packed behind her teeth and held in place by a wide strip of cloth pulled over her mouth was a common courtesy given by her hosts. The gag, most probably used as a measure of further humiliation, even without any practical mean, would only be removed when she was being fed and promptly put back together after any meal; she would bet anything she owned the guard who often “tried” the merchandise took pleasure in shutting her up, but at least he had the decency of using a fresh new cotton cloth every day.
What hurt her the most wasn't captivity, but her failure in completing her mission and fulfilling the Hokage's will. But one thing was sure, if and once she would get out of there, she would track back and find those who had the audacity to sell her out and take them down like animals. The dream of vengeance was probably the only thing keeping her from breaking down.
She was taken away from her thoughts when the door opened, allowing her jailer to step inside, carrying a tray with some basic meal and water onto it. He closed the door behind him before standing in front of her, undressing her with his eager eyes.
“Feeding time, lass.” Said the jailer, before putting the tray on the ground and moving around the pillar, loosing the knot holding the cloth gagging her behind her head.
As soon as he ungagged her, she gratefully spat the stuffing cloth out, coughing away.
“Feel a little more cooperative today? You know what would make your accomodation much more comfortable, don't you...?” he said while snaking his hand around her neck and inside her skimpy top.
Tenten pulled at her bonds with all her might in contempt.
“Get your filthy hands off me, you dirty pig! I'd rather rot in this cell thanmmmphhhmMMH!!”
Her protests were cut out by a hand clamped over her mouth.
“MMMRRUMMPHHH!!” she tried to scream while he kept fondling her breast.
“Such a shame a classy girl like you can't recognize the value of a real man. But no worries, I'm sure your new master will teach you some manners. To begin, no lunch today, and no fresh gag.”
“You scumbGHHMPPH!!” she stiffened as he eagerly put the cloth back in her mouth and re-gagged her with the same strip of cloth regardless of her struggles.
As he was about to exit her cell, the bad news came.
“Oh, and by the way, I hear there will be an auction for you tonight. In a few hours you'll certainly have a further lesson in humility my dear.” he said with a satisfied grin on his face, giving away a weak, evil laugh.
“Whhmmphh! NNNHMMHPPH!! GRMMMMPH!” Tenten screams fell muffled in the empty room as the door slammed heavily in front of her, as to seal her destiny the worst possible way.
Sneaking inside the coach wasn't the hardest part for Kurenai, considering the amount of useless chatter she had to endure by her counterpart during the trip to the slavers' compound. They managed to find a safe hiding spot inside one large crate, the original content of which was jettisoned to make room for the two kunoichi.
How could Anko be in the mood for talking in the face of such a dangerous assignment was beyond Kurenai's comprehension, and she was thankful the road was so dirt the noise kept them from being heard. Anyway, she tried to remain as focused as possible and ignore her companion's self-confidence, which had seemed way out of line from the very beginning.
As soon as they felt the carriage stopped, they stood still and held their breath until the crate was transported to a storage area. A stroke of luck allowed them to overhear an interesting conversation between the two thugs carrying the crate, about an imminent auction that would have starred the “new snoop delivered last week by those petty bandits”.
For masters of stealth and infiltration such as the two beautiful kunoichi, it wasn't hard to carefully move into the shadows and locate the place where action would take place: it was a huge stone room with two entrances, guarded on both sides by well-equipped soldiers and very well lit inside by numerous torches spread around the walls. Luckily enough, they spotted a natural bulge, an excellent vantage point in the rock, barely wide enough for the two of them to accommodate, which was reached as soon as Kurenai had cast an illusion spell on the guards, allowing them to slip throgh while the place was still empty.
The main hosts of the event didn't take long to show up: from the luxuriousness of their uniforms, they had to be extremely wealthy, probably some warlords adding to their fortune by selling weapons to the nearby countries. All of the half-dozen men were followed by a personal, well-armed bodyguard. From how they coordinated the preparations, it would be logical to guess they were the highest in the guild ranks.
The “merchandise” was soon brought into the room, bound, gagged and carried over the shoulder by a grunt to be tightly tied arms and legs to a large wooden table in the centre of the room. As much as her gag allowed, Tenten, only dressed in a skimpy top and underwear, tried to make her protests as loud as possible.
“She has quite a body...” Anko whispered. “I bet they're going to make huge money on her...”.
“Shut up, Anko!” Kurenai replied, as loud as she could without alerting anyone. “Stay focused. We can't figure out a plan yet.”.
It wasn't long before the potential buyers were welcomed by the slavers and started testing the merchandise out; Tenten's muffled grunts only seemed to make them more eager to start bidding on her. After a pretty long negotiation, she was sold for 1,000,000 Ryo, promptly brought in a case by the buyers' henchmen.
Anko and Kurenai watched, almost holding their breath, as the men made preparations for the retrieval of their newly acquired merchandise. Tenten's protests turned as loud as her gag allowed.
“We must act now, before she is carried outside!” Anko whispered, with growing impatience; “We can take them on with ease...”.
“No, Anko! It's too dangerous, these guys are professionals.” Kurenai cautiously replied; “We should ambush them as soon as they're out of here.”.
“Are you serious!? They could have an entire army escorting them! Don't tell me we can't take these guys on!” Anko replied, her voice tone dangerously raising.
“You're not in charge of this operation, Anko. I order you to stay where you are, now! Impatience could jeopardize the entire operat...”.
Before Kurenai could finish her sentence, Anko had already dived from the bulge into the room like an eagle attacking its prey, dropping a deadly flying kick on the nearest guard. The air turned thick as everybody turned to the intruder, drawing their weapons.
“An intruder? Here? Guards, seize her!” one of the master slavers ordered, causing a dozen more grunts to burst into the room.
Anko produced a pair of double blades and fought valiantly, soon joined by her counterpart who also managed to take a few guys down with her combat knives.
“MMMPHHH!!” Tenten cried, as the fight went on.
The two agents fought valiantly, showing their supreme fighting skills and, despite being severely outnumbered, taking many attackers down as they came.
The master slavers looked worried seeing the intruders evening up the fight against their well-trained soldiers, but one of them, the elder one, had a powerful ace up his sleeve. He glanced at the two fighting kunoichi.
“This ends now.” he coldly said, before whispering: “Kokuangyo no Jutsu.”.
Anko and Kurenai froze in terror as, outright surprised, everything went pitch black. They were still conscious, but unable to see anything around them whatsoever.
“A... an illusion technique??” Kurenai said. “Anko! Don't lose your focus! We need tommmphh!!”
Before she could mount any reaction, she felt grabbed by tens of strong hands and quickly disarmed, while her mouth was kept shut by one of her attackers.
“Kurenai!” Anko screamed, desperately trying to reach for her companion while flailing her hands around in a pathetic attempt at defence. Soon enough, she was grabbed and disarmed as well.
“You cowards! Let me go nowMMMPHHGH!!” a strong hand was clamped over her mouth as well.
In a matter of seconds and with no hesitation, the two kunoichi were stripped down of their clothes and left in their undergarments: Anko wore a black top with matching panties, while Kurenai was in a purple sporty bra and thong panties; then, through some less-than-accidental groping they were pinned down on the ground and ensnared in long, thick ropes pulled around their arms and legs by their aggressors' expertise, before being tightly hogtied and gagged. Their attempts at kicking and screaming were useless at best.
“MMMPHHH!! LHMMHMPH GRRHMPP!!”.
Their protests were kept muffled by some cloths forcefully stuffed in their mouths and kept by more clothes wrapped around her lips and knotted behind their heads, as darkness was still around them. They could hear the master slaver speak.
“Looks like we got two very careless snoops wanting to join the party. I must say I'm impressed by their courage, which dangerously borders stupidity. And I'm pretty upset by the loss of some of my men. I could kill you both at my command, but I think your punishment should be much less expected than that. Gentlemen, anyone willing to make an offer for these two feisty wet blankets?”
Kurenai was terrified: Anko's stunt had everything go terribly wrong. From mounting a simple rescue operation they now faced the solid chance of being sold to slavers as Tenten was.
“NNNHMMPH! LHMMHPH DHMMH GHMMPH!!” Tenten screamed, desperate from her only chance of survival being taken away.
“My fellow bidders felt 1 million ryo was too much for the brunette, but luckily enough I always travel with some spare cash, Master.” Tenten's buyer said. “So, my Master, I shall offer you another 750,000 ryo for these two troublemakers. They shall make some excellent servants when their training is complete.”.
“GHMMPHHH!!” The two kunoichi protested in rage.
“It's settled, then.” the Master agreed. “But let's play it safe now. We've certainly had too much hassle for one day. Put them out and arrange for their transportation.” he ordered.
“NNHHMMPHHH!” screamed Tenten, Anko and Kurenai at the same time. The petite brunette watched in shock as some liquid of unclear origin were poured into three cotton hoods and one of them slipped over her head while she was still bound to the table.
“Plhhmmph! Phlhmmph nhmmphh!!” She pleaded as she inhaled some inebriating fumes from beneath the hood. “nnnhhhmph... mmph....”. It only took a few seconds for Tenten to fall into a deep sleep, while Anko and Kurenai felt the same treatment being applied to them in total darkness.
“WHHMMHPPH!! NHHHPMHH!!” Their struggles turned from fierce to frantic as they were forced to inhale the sleepy fumes as well.
They struggled against the overcoming dizziness as best as they can, but Kurenai felt asleep in a matter of 2 minutes. “Nhmmphh!! Whnmmmmhh!! grhmmmph! Mmmnn... nnn....”.
Anko fought like a wildcat instead, and it took almost 5 full minutes for the drug to take effect. She could hear the guards and slavers making unrepeatable appreciations as her toned, sexy body turned and twisted on the ground while gagged.
“MMMPHHHH!! BHMMHMMMPH!! AGHMPHHHH!! GroumpphhhHHH!! Mmmmphh!! MMPH! Grmmmmmphhhh!! mmmmmm.... mnmmm...”.
As soon as they were completely out, they were carried over the shoulder by the grunts to where a new chapter of their ordeal was waiting.