Chapter 2 - Day Two - Morning


 The first thing Hinata heard upon waking up was his groaning. As she lay on the bedroll with her eyes closed, pretending to be asleep, she could hear him stroking himself, the load sloshing sound ringing in her ear. 

 Ugh, he's so disgusting... 

 She prayed that he wouldn't attempt to do anything to her beyond that, and that he would finish quickly and leave her alone for the rest of the day.
 
 The stroking became more intense. His breathing got hard and uneven, and a moment later, a guttural groan left his mouth as he relieved himself and shot his ropes of thick seed all over her face. 

 Hinata got up and mumbled in agony, so grossed out that she couldn't even touch it to wipe herself. It's all over my face! This is so humiliating and disgusting! She bent over, trying to shake it off of her face, but the drops only flew around and hit her sagging tits and midriff. 

 Hinata sobbed and waited for it to roll down her face and come down from her chin. Her body shook gently. Her tears flowed and mixed in with his sticky, salty spunk. 

 Bakemono-dono laughed and came over to her. "How's that taste? Good?" 

 Hinata wanted to murder him. She had never ever touched that stuff, not even Naruto's... And now she had been forever defiled by this creep. 

"P-Please leave me alone..." 

 But he got behind her. Before she could stop him, his black hands covered up her face and began to rub the seed like a lotion all over her young face. Hinata screamed into his palms and clawed at his hands without avail. Every part of her face had been touched by it, including her eyelids. 

"You should be grateful!" he yelled. "This will make you look nice and young!" 

 Once he finished, Hinata dropped to her knees and sobbed. How could this happen to her? How could Naruto had left her with this monster? The worst part was, there was nothing to be done now, either... She wanted to go and grab the ceremonial knife and slice this piece of shit open herself. Dice his flesh like the pig that he was and eat his skewered flesh. But that wouldn't make her pure and innocent again... 

 Bakemono-dono crouched next to her, the floorboards groaning under his weight. "Come now," he said, petting her head. "It's all over now. You did well."  

 Even though she despised him, being touched like this still felt good... Perhaps he would leave her alone now. Perhaps he realized how badly he treated her. 

 Naruto should be back soon too... 

"Come," he told Hinata, raising her by the arm. "Let's get you washed up." 

 They passed through the gloomy interiors of the house and went into the garden in the back. To Hinata's surprise, everything here looked green and beautiful. Not only that, but there was a wooden tub, large enough to hold even Bakemono-dono. 

"Wait here."

 He grabbed two buckets then went to the well to draw water. Hinata stood there, fully aware that she could run away. But she had no clothes right now. Not only that, but Naruto would arrive soon too. Where could she even go alone?

 Bakemono-dono returned carrying two buckets filled to the brim, one in each arm. He seemed to do this with ease. So he's strong, at least, thought Hinata, feeling a strange admiration for that. Strangest of all was what she could see dangling between his legs. Though his hairy gut went far down his thighs, she could still see a part of the shaft of his cock along with the engorged head.

 It was colossal. She had once seen Naruto's thing by accident and thought it was big but this... This couldn't even be compared. It must've been ten times the size. Swollen to an unnatural size, with a glazed head that still oozed sticky strings of his seed. Strangest of all were the bumps that rose all over the shaft, huge and gruesome, as if it were diseased. 

 Bakemono-dono came and dumped the water into the tub. He must've caught her staring because he looked down at his dick. "You like, do you?"

 Hinata licked her lips absentmindedly. She looked him in the eyes, uncomprehending, until she finally understood the meaning of the words. "What? N-n-n-n--" she stammered out of control, unable to get out the final word. 

 Bakemono-dono smiled. "No?" 

 Hinata smiled and blushed, embarrassed. "I don't like such things!"

"Whatever you say.." 

 He made a couple of more trips to the well. At last, the tub was halfway full, and he asked Hinata to get inside.
 
 Naked and all too conscious of the way her but and huge tits hung out for his viewing pleasure, she crawled over into the tub and made contact with the water.

"Ah!" she yelped. 

"What's the matter?" 

"It's so cold..." 

 He dipped in a finger. "Seems fine to me." Then he grabbed Hinata and dunked her all the way down to the base of the tub.

 Water came into her open mouth and nostrils as she screamed, feeling as if she were burning alive as her skin adjusted to the icy water. It entered down her throat and began to go inside...

 Bakemono-dono brought her up. 

 Hinata struggled to spit up all the water, choking as she flexed her throat and felt the tingling burn going from her nostrils all the way to the back of her throat. 

"See, it's not that bad." 

 She still shuddered from the cold, but she slowly became adjusted to it. Plus, the sun was high up in the sky and flashing brilliantly. The scorching heat already began to warm up the water. 

 Annoyed, but unwilling to show anymore weakness to this monster of a man, he sat down on the bench within the tub and away from his grip. 

 Bakemono-dono watched her intensely as she splashed water to wash away the dried cum off her face. "That's a nice surprise I gave you when you wake up." 

"If I tell Naruto about this, he'll kill you."

"There you go again. He's not even here. Maybe he won't even come back for you. Maybe he's abandoned you here."

"N-N-N-No." 

"Why not?" 

 Because he loves me, she wanted to say, but felt too ashamed and embarrassed. And in this exact moment, she had her doubts too. If he loved her so much, how could he have left her here with this total creep? It's his fault for all of this. 

 Bakemono-dono suddenly raised one of his massive legs and raised it up to the rim of the tub. His jiggling gut came up with it, revealing the sight between his legs. 

 His giant black cock. 

 Hinata stared at it, realizing that it was even bigger than she thought. It went all the way up to the hairy base tucked under the folds of his fat gut. Throbbing veins pumped life into it, while two sagging balls each as big as her fist dangled in sagging and hairy pockets. 

 He grabbed it with his hand and raised it, having the head looking straight on towards her like a dark eye. "You know what this is?" 

"Your cock," she replied matter-of-factly.

 Bakemono-dono chuckled. "Not that, you little slut. Pay attention." 

 Hinata felt embarrassed. She looked closer and saw that his thumb pressed against one of those large bumps she saw rising all over the shaft. "What about it?"

"Do you know what it is?"

"No..."

"In my family, from the moment a man becomes of age, he begins to put these lucky beads under the foreskin. Hurts like a bitch, but... you get used to it. And the women love it." 

 Hinata smirked unpleasantly. "Really? And how would you know?"

"Just because I haven't found an appropriate mate doesn't mean I haven't fucked you realize. I've probably fucked more girls than any person in this region of the world. When I was young, it was all I did. But many of them couldn't take this huge dick and came out of the experience ripped pussies and mangled wombs. They weren't much good after that. That's all a woman's good for anyway." 

 Hinata swallowed and trembled. Given the size of that thing, she wouldn't doubt it. Just imagining the tip trying to go inside her made her swell with terror. Her pussy could barely take in her pinky finger - who in the world could take a cock this big? And with those bumps... 

"Are you still cold?" he asked. 

"A little," she said absentmindedly. She just couldn't take her eyes off his cock. It was so dark in color, so grotesque, so disgustingly evil that it fascinated her. 

 The head still glistened, all wet... Hinata found herself staring at the head when a watery jet came out and hit her in the eyes.

"AAAAAA!!" she screamed, freaked out. She tried to hop over the side of the tub but slipped, nearly banging her head against the wood.

 Piss! It's piss! Her mind reeled. She could feel the stream hitting her back now. It was warm. Bakemono-dono laughed and angled his cock up, showering her in gold at leisure. 

"Ha ha, what a sight!" he cried. 

 Hinata covered her face, but it was all for nothing. The warm piss trickled between her fingers and went down her face, nose and over her lips and into her mouth. The nasty flavour filled her mouth. 

 He groaned when he finished and slapped the thick head against his palm, sending the final golden drips flying all over.

 Hinata lowered herself gently into the water, smelling only his piss and knowing that it must've gone through her mouth inside her body and seeped into her hair. 

 She was so shocked and humiliated by what had happened that she couldn't even speak. She splashed herself weakly with water from the tub, until she realized that the water had been tainted too, and that it was barely any better.

"What's wrong?" he asked, coming over to caress her shaking body.

"You pissed on me," she snapped. She could barely speak she was in such a state of shock and anger, but she wanted to rip his head off. Both his heads, in fact. 

"I know. Isn't that nice? Now we'll both smell the same."

 To hell with this!  

 Hinata opened her mouth to swear at him and scream when her face was smashed into the pissed water. It was so unexpected that it had caught her with her unprepared yet again, with her mouth open to receive. 

 She struggled under his grip, kicking and throwing her fits but it had no effect. She could feel the water along with his piss making its way deep into her insides when he pulled her up again.

"Hhhhhh! Hhhhhh! Hhhhhh!" She struggled violently to breathe and vomited into the water, the pissed water like acid against the walls of her throat.

 Bakemon-dono grinned at her with a self-satisfied attitude. Hinata knew she shouldn't even say anything. He simply waited, like a predator, for the opportunity. 

 Yet her heart throbbed and all the indignity she had suffered called for a response, no matter what the consequence.

"Fu--"

"--nnnnnnnnnnnnnnnn." He had ducked her back down into the water. In spite of it, she screamed out her message, no matter how muffled, how impossible to say, trying to communicate her rage to him, to Naruto, to the world.

 He brought her up again. Eyes gaping wide, lips trembling, her chest heaving violently and sending the massive tits swaying, Hinata opened her mouth...

"Nnnnnnnnnnnnnnnn."

"Are you done?" This time, he looked disinterested.

 Hinata was far from done. He would make her kill her before she stopped. "Fu--"

 But this time when he brought her down he held her down. By now she knew how long it took until she allowed her to remerge and the time was long past. She could feel her lungs getting filled by the water that rushed in through her open mouth and nostrils. Filled by his piss. 

 When Bakemono-dono yanked her out at last, he brought her over the tub and dropped her onto the grass. 

 Hinata lay there, shaking stupidly, unable to think properly or move, her eyes rolling back by themselves. He placed a foot on her stomach and pushed down hard. 

 His weight sent an explosion of pain into her organs, and she could hear several parts of her pop audibly. But the water came shooting out of her mouth, spilling into a pool next to her head. 

 I can't... But even her ability to think had been stopped. All she could feel was pain, and all she could see were the gentle blades of grass in front of her, somehow larger than her field of vision and swaying in the gentle breeze. 

"You're so much work, aren't you?" asked Bakemono-dono.

 Hinata moved her gaze up to see him standing over her. She lay in the shadow of his sagging fat and swinging cock. "Please." 

"Please, what? Listen, I'm going go make us lunch. You understand?" 

"Please," she repeated, tears coming to her eyes. Please... Naruto! Where are you?! How could he leave me here... 

 Bakemono-dono's gaze went away and he sighed as he stared wistfully at the surroundings. "Such a beautiful day. And you're making it so difficult. Like I said, just wait. I'll make you a great lunch. I'm a master chef, you know."

 But Hinata couldn't find the power to respond. She dropped her head down again, staring at the blades of grass. Suddenly, a warmth spread over her cheek. She could see sparks in the sky. 
 
 Naruto?...

 It took her a few seconds until she realized that it was only Bakemono-dono. He pissed on her again, and that her hopeful sparks were only drops bouncing off her smooth skin. There was no strength with which to oppose him. She simply let the piss roll down her face and into her mouth, hoping it would end soon... 
