Broken.

There she is, Kyuubi no Yoko. Frighteningly enough, she's out of her cage, all nine tails undulating behind her voluptuous form.

That's not what's truly frightening, though.

Ino is hanging in the air, strange ethereal coils looped around her upper arms, keeping her barely conscious form upright.

She's writhing. Squirming. Moaning. Exhaling desperately in between.

A similar and sinister tendril is buried between her quivering thighs, another lodged in her ass. Thrusting in and out, making awful noises with each despicable thrust.

And the Kyuubi has Ino's face lifted up, her glassy gaze intwined with its.

Ino is breathing faintly, a barely coherent mantra, one which is encouraged every so often by the Kyuubi.

"Submitting is g-good..."

"S-Submitting is s-so good..."

"S-Submitting is wonderful..."

"Submitting is beautiful."

"S-Submitting... I must..."

"Yes, that's it Ino-chan. And who are you submitting to?"

"K-Kyuubi..."

"That's good, Ino-san. And what does a submissive little girl do for her–"

Naruto snaps out of his awe.

"STOP IT!"

The fox blinks, slightly surprised.

"Oh. So we have a visitor. I was wondering when he would stop drooling and when he would finally speak up."

"WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING TO INO-CHAN!?" he throws his body forward into a beastly charge, intent on pulling Ino from those evil chakra-things.