[Naruto] Kurenai Happysacked

DISCLAIMER: The following story contains BDSM, noncon, and related sexual content.  All characters are 18+ at the time of the story, and belong to their respective copyright holders.

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“Home at last!” Kurenai Yuki sighed, turning the key in her front door lock.  She’d just finished a week-long mission with Team 8, tracking down some bandit hordes that had been attacking merchant caravans coming in from the Land of Hot Water.  The bandits had been on the move almost constantly, and after a week of little sleep and non-stop travel - to say nothing of the battles once they actually caught up with them - she was just about ready to melt into bed.

She didn’t even bother to turn on the lights as she made a beeline for her bedroom, only to freeze a few steps from her goal.  With the house dark, she could clearly see light shining from the crack under her bedroom door.

“Is someone in there?” Kurenai thought, her tired body slipping into a combat stance on instinct.  Slowly, she reached for the door handle and turned it, jumping to the side as the door swung open.  When no attacks came through the doorway, she cautiously advanced into the room, her hands raised in front of her in preparation to place any would-be ambushers under a powerful genjutsu.

Confusingly, there didn’t seem to be anyone else in the room.  What did spring to her attention, though, was a red gift box lying on her bed, tied with a black ribbon.  Staying vigilant, Kurenai approached the box until she was just close enough to read the text on the attached tag.

“To Kurenai.  Love, Asuma,” she read aloud, and let out a sigh of relief.  Asuma had a key to her house, so it would be easy for him to drop by while she was away and leave it for her, keeping the lights on so she wouldn’t miss it.  True, she was going to read him the riot act next time she saw him for scaring her like this, but it was a nice gesture nonetheless.

Yet strangely, something made her pause before opening the box.  It didn’t seem likely to be a trap; the number of people who knew of her secret relationship with Asuma could be counted on one hand, and she’d trust any of them with her life.  At worst, it might be a prank set up by Anko that would see her spending the next few hours washing paint and feathers out of her hair.

“So why I am I getting such a bad feeling about this?” Kurenai wondered, frowning.  Deciding to trust her instincts, she retreated into the hallway and threw a kunai through the ribbon’s knot, severing it from a safe distance.  When that failed to trigger anything, she followed up with a low-level wind jutsu Asuma had taught her, then immediately slammed the door shut as the top of the box blew off.

After a few tense moments, Kurenai reopened the door to see her room just as she’d left it.  No paint bombs, no worst-case-scenario booby traps, just an open box sitting on her bed.  Feeling a bit silly, Kurenai approached the box once more and looked inside.  It looked empty at first glance, but Kurenai’s mastery of genjutsu gave her a keen eye for detail.  There was a faint seam around the bottom, and it was too high to match the outer dimensions of the box.

“A secret compartment,” she mused.  “You really went all out for this surprise, Asuma!”  She reached into the box to pry up the false bottom.  The second her fingers brushed the edge, however, a gooey black substance flooded out of the seams and enveloped her hand!

“Aaah!”  Kurenai recoiled in horror, yanking her hand back.  Unfortunately, the goo came with it, and it was already expanding to cover her arm.  Thinking quickly, she grabbed the kunai she’d thrown earlier and tried to cut it away, but the blade melted away like ice on contact with the material.  Before she could try anything else, the goo took advantage of her free hand’s proximity.  A glob split off from the rest and jumped to Kurenai’s other hand, quickly coating it in the same smooth, rubbery material.

“No, no, no!” Kurenai cried, running from her bedroom toward her front door.  Weapons clearly didn’t work, and even if the rubber hadn’t immobilized her hands first, she doubted genjutsu would affect it.  She needed to get out into the village and find help, fast!

By the time she reached the door, her upper body was completely covered by the rubber, its strange semi-acidic properties dissolving her clothes as it grew to cover her.  She reached out for the doorknob, but her arm suddenly jerked off to the side, and a second try had the same result.

“It can control my body!” Kurenai gasped in realization.  She tried to kick down the door, but her small delay proved fatal; the rubber had already coated her legs.  A quick tug was all it took to send her sprawling to the floor, where it wasted no time subduing her.  Her arms snapped together behind her back and her legs did much the same, leaving her unable to do anything but wriggle about.

“HELP!  SOMEONE, PLEASE HELP ME!” Kurenai screamed, desperately hoping someone would be passing by her house this late at night.  She felt the rubber oozing up to engulf her head and quickly held her breath, only for it to stop just short of completion, forming a tight hood that left her face the only uncovered part of her body.

Suddenly, she heard something whizzing through the air behind her.  Scooting around, she came face to face with a white rubber mask with two red spots for cheeks.  Its eyes were wide open, and its mouth was stretched into an exaggerated, comical grin that looked almost adorable.  Before she could voice any thoughts about it, it spun around and stuck itself to her face.

“MMMPH!” Kurenai grunted in shock.  The inside of the mask seemed to grab her face, pulling at the corners of her mouth until she bore a cheerful smile that matched its outer appearance.  Not only was it embarrassing to imagine how she must’ve looked at the moment, but calling for help would be impossible in this state!

The worst was yet to come, though.  The rubber seized her arms once more, bringing them around to the front of her body and forcing her hands to slide between her legs.  Against her will, Kurenai began to masturbate furiously, her fingers working her pussy and leaving her moaning and writhing on her living room floor.

As if to make matters worse, Kurenai heard the door open next to her.  She moaned pleadingly into the mask, but she had a feeling this newcomer wasn’t here to free her.

“I thought you’d fall for that gift box trick,” a harsh male voice said as the intruder scooped her up into his arms.  “You always were a stupid bimbo, staying with that chain-smoking asshole when you could’ve had a real man like me.  Well, now you get to stay a dumb, smiling, self-pleasuring bimbo forever.  I’ll fill your holes myself every now and then when I feel like it, but you’ll spend the rest of your time as just another piece in my collection.”

As the man carried Kurenai’s latex-clad body out the door, her hands still stroking herself to completion between her legs, she let out a sad moan.  Unless one of her friends could find her and save her from this madman, she had a sinking feeling her shinobi career was over...