Madara Uchiha had an efficiency for savagery unlike any other person alive today, having been raised to become more of a weapon than a man. His complete disregard for human life on the battlefield is as impressive as it's frightening. Slaughtering his enemies like they were nothing more than glorified blood bags standing in his way.
Sakura would be desensitized to his violent nature if he didn't bring it with him into the bedroom as well. After she was captured and brought back to his home, her main role besides healing his people is being an outlet for the clan leader's sexual needs.
The war lord is a sadist at heart and loves to watch her squirm underneath his touch. He's almost addicted to the power he has over her body and mind. Although, she should count herself lucky that he only wants to torture her sexually and not inflict serious harm to her.
Silver linings and small mercies.
Today was no different from the usual routine Sakura has adapted to ever since being brought here against her will. She spends the daylight hours healing others in need whenever Madara decides to take a break from his duties to come and seek her out.
Standing in the corner of her makeshift clinic while saying nothing, his mere presence telling her all she needs to know. After attending to seriously wounded, leaving only the ones with minor injuries, she will excuse herself to follow him back to his private quarters.
Again, Madara says nothing after he closes his bedroom door behind them, his red eyes silently commanding her to undress. He may appear sedated but Sakura knows that this is just the calm before the storm. Tight knots form in her stomach from anticipation at what awaits her while her entire body gets hotter from an unwanted desire for his cruel touch.
"On your back and feet in the air." The Uchiha barks his orders at her like she's one of his underlings to boss around.
Sakura doesn't flinch at his harsh tone but instead does what she is told because she knows better than to disobey him. She lies down and positions herself so that she's fully exposed. He joins her on the futon to loom over her, his expression blank accept for his eyes that shines with malice.
A cruel smirk tugs at the corner of his mouth after he runs a finger along her slit and finds her to be soaked. "You must hate yourself for wanting your captor like this…" Madara states darkly as he brings his index finger up to rub circles on her clit.
Sakura exhales sharply through her nose since her lips are sealed shut. Determined to show no emotions and give no reactions for as long as possible. Intending to refuse him the satisfaction of breaking so soon.
Madara chuckles as he withdraws his hand so he can undo his pants, pulling out his cock and lining it up with Sakura's tight hole. Her breath gets caught in her throat when it becomes clear that he means do enter her unprepared.
His cruel smirk grows into a predatory grin after he senses her fear underneath the stoic façade she's putting on. Pushing the tip inside of her agonizingly slow, enjoying how hard she clenches her teeth to prevent any sounds of pain from escaping.
"I can't imagine what it must feel like." Madara drawls, his tone mocking as he bottoms out. A groan vibrating deep inside his throat. "To start craving the abuse, accepting your given role, unable to fight the growing need to be defiled and used like an object."
Sakura bares her teeth in a grimace, a crack appearing in her exterior at his hateful words. Madara wants to tear down her wall after getting a glimpse of what's underneath. So he intends to push her harder until she cries. The wonderful face she makes when trying to keep the tears from falling is greater than any art he has ever seen.
A strangled whine escapes through her clenched teeth as the Uchiha begin to rock his hips in and out of her roughly. She tries to avoid looking at him so she adverts her eyes, only for him to pull her back by the jaw.
"No, no little lamb, I want to look you in the eyes when you break." He coos while at the same time mocking her, grinding his hips deep inside her. Which earns him a sharp hiss of discomfort.
If a look could kill – Madara would have been buried by now, judging from the amount of fury in Sakura's eyes. Her anger only intensifies once he starts rubbing her clit, strangled whines filling the room due to her being unable to hold it in anymore.
"Bastard." Sakura seethes at him in a vain attempt at keeping her dignity. Trying and failing to ignore the pleasure rising in her belly. All the while Madara is watching her internal struggle with glee.
Pumping his cock in and out of her relentlessly, hitting her sweet spot with every thrust. A maniacal smile grows on his face when he feels Sakura's pussy clamp down on him as an orgasm takes a hold of her body.
Tears gathers in the corners of her eyes as she's forced to come against her will. She's standing on the edge and only needs one little push to go flying over.
"Dirty whore, getting off on your tormentors cock." Madara coos condescendingly, staring intensely at the tears lining Sakura's eyelashes, threatening to spill. One more push. "I bet if I were to set you free, you would just end up coming back to me. Unable to live without getting your slutty holes filled."
Sakura lets out a wail as tears run down her cheeks and Madara's balls tightens when she begin to sob openly. Breaking into pieces. Her captor leans in to lap at her tears, bringing on an euphoria from tasting her salty liquid misery.
Madara finishes with a loud groan, filling her to the brim with his seed. Sakura lies motionless, quietly sobbing to herself as he pulls out. Rising to his feet and fixes his disheveled clothes.
He takes one more look at her before turning to leave, "this is your life now." His voice rings out as the door shuts behind him and Sakura sobs even harder