Kushina Uzumaki

The room smelled of ancient scrolls and dust as a circle of red flames erupted on the floor. Miguel watched the ancient symbols carved into the wood begin to glow with a crimson hue, illuminating his face with a wicked grin.

"Kushina Uzumaki," he whispered, running his tongue over his teeth. "Come back to me."

The air trembled. A body plummeted from nowhere into the center of the circle—blood-red hair spread like a cloak, pale skin still marked by the hole left by ****. Kushina coughed, her eyes wide with terror as she recognized a stranger's room.

"Wh—" She tried to stand, but fell to her knees as the first wave of pain hit her. Her hands flew to her stomach, where Kurama's scar was already beginning to burn. "What the hell did you do to—"

Miguel interrupted her with a snap of his fingers. Kushina screamed as her body writhed—her breasts swelled to an obscene size, her nipples darkening to a deep purple. Her waist narrowed brutally as her hips widened with audible snaps, her thighs thickening until her legs were perfectly round.

"Damn it! Stop it—AH!" She dropped to all fours as her vagina throbbed, a jet of clear fluid soaking the floor.

Miguel approached, grabbing her hair to **** her to look up. "You died a heroine," he murmured, rubbing his thumb against her trembling lips. "I'll make you reborn as a prostitute."

Kushina tried to spit at him. Her mouth opened in a moan as her nipples hardened on their own, dripping milk for the first time in decades. "Son of a— nhg! — I won't obey—"

"You're already obeying," he laughed, pinching a nipple until she screamed. "Your body is mine now. See?" With another snap of his fingers, Kushina felt her legs spread against her will, her thighs parting as her vagina visibly throbbed. "This... this isn't me—," she screamed, even as his fingers slid inside her.

Miguel removed the belt with slow movements. "You're going to call me Master. You're going to beg for my cock. And when I'm finished..." He shoved his cock into her mouth without warning, her red hair flying as he began to thrust.

Kushina's eyes filled with tears—but her mouth obeyed, sucking with a wet sound as her hands moved up to squeeze her own breasts.

Thank you, Master, she thought, horrified by her own ecstasy.

After all, even she needs a collar. And she had just won hers.