Punishment and Reward

Ino lay trembling on the cold stone floor, her body weak not from fear but from the overwhelming devotion still coursing through her veins. She had failed him, and yet—he had spared her. Her crimson eyes lifted to Baby, now fully commanding Kakashi’s towering form, the Sharingan spinning lazily as a slow, indulgent smirk curled his lips. “You failed me, Ino,” he purred, Kakashi’s voice a velvet growl laced with dark intent, “but your loyalty still burns bright. Despite your incompetence, you’re still valuable to me.” Ino shivered at his words, her lips parting slightly, her pulse quickening as she awaited punishment or command. Instead, he chose something else—a reward.

“Rise,” Baby ordered, his tone calm yet absolute, and Ino scrambled up instantly, kneeling properly before him, her hands resting delicately on the floor, her blonde hair spilling around her face. He turned his gaze to Shikamaru’s limp form, sprawled where Baby had abandoned it. “Shikamaru, rise—approach her,” he snapped, and the body jolted, a shudder running through it as red eyes flared to life. Shikamaru’s limbs moved mechanically, propelled by Baby’s will, standing with graceful precision despite the absence of his own mind. He crossed the room slowly, his movements predatory, devoid of hesitation, stopping before Ino as she gazed up at him, her breath hitching in anticipation.

“Good girls deserve rewards,” Baby mused, his smirk deepening as he nodded to Shikamaru. “Fuck her ass—rough.” Shikamaru obeyed without pause, shedding his pants and seizing Ino’s hips, his fingers digging into her flesh as he thrust into her with brutal ****, a sharp gasp tearing from her throat and echoing off the walls.

Baby stepped closer, Kakashi’s hand shooting forward to grip Ino’s face, his fingers pressing into her cheeks as he tilted her head up. “Open,” he growled, and her lips parted eagerly, her red eyes locking onto his with **** reverence as he shoved Kakashi’s cock into her mouth, fucking her face with a matching ferocity.

The two gangbanged her in a savage rhythm—Shikamaru relentless behind her, Baby dominating her front—her choked moans muffled against his thrusts, the air thick with the slap of flesh, the musk of sweat, and the faint ozone of Kakashi’s latent chakra. Baby reveled in it, Kakashi’s strength surging through him as he drove deeper, his mind marveling at the Hokage’s power—the taut muscle, the unyielding stamina, the depth of his battle-hardened body. Shikamaru’s pace grew frantic, Ino’s body trembling between them, slick with exertion and submission. “Cum with me,” Baby snarled, his voice a silken command that brooked no dissent, and as he reached climax, spilling hot into Ino’s throat, Shikamaru followed, a groan tearing from his chest as he finished inside her. Ino shuddered violently, her own release crashing through her, and she collapsed to the ground, gasping for breath in the afterglow, her body quaking with the intensity of it all.

Shikamaru pulled back, dropping to one knee before Baby, his red eyes lowered in reverence. “Master,” he murmured, his voice a hollow echo of obedience. Ino lay panting, her chest heaving as she gazed up at Baby with wide, crimson eyes shimmering with adoration. Baby straightened Kakashi’s form, flexing his stolen hands as the Sharingan glinted in the dim light, a slow grin spreading across Kakashi’s face. “This body,” he mused, his voice a dark hum of satisfaction, “such strength, such a mind—it’ll do nicely.” He glanced down at Ino, still trembling on the floor, then at Shikamaru, his obedient pawn, and nodded to himself. Without another word, he turned, leaving them both in the wake of his dominance, already plotting the next move in this world that was now his.