It didn't take all that long for Satsuki to curse her impossibly dull teeth as she'd utterly and completely failed to chew through Sakura's bonds fast enough. It did not take a genius to know that both she and the pinkette were in deep shit, and she didn't even want to think about what would happen. A whole crowd's worth of stomps were the herald that told her that the kitchen workers turned pirates had arrived.
When they were thrown carelessly into the table at the center of the room where various foods had been prepared before, the two kunoichi found that they weren't alone. A team composed of two dark skinned genin, one female and the other male, the female having spiky red hair and the male having blond hair so pale it might as well be white. Roughly, Satsuki could guess that they were the same age as her, perhaps slightly older, but that could be their obvious musculature adding on to their size.
Both were gagged, unlike her, but then again Satsuki hardly had any comment to make and they probably hadn't deemed it necessary to gag either her or Sakura.
They were obviously from Kumo, given the headbands.
A little wiggling let Satsuki move enough that she could see yet another female, being slightly taller and slimmer than the other two from Kumo. She was also quite clearly more developed than any of the other four kunoichi in the room. She had no gag on, unlike her teammates, though her short blond hair showed signs of having come close to a blade recently.
All three of them looked positively murderous. Then again, if Satsuki could see herself in a mirror she'd be able to tell she was just as angry herself. This sort of shit wasn't in her plans and she didn't particularly like the lecherous looks that the men who surrounded the table gave them.
"D'aww, look, the genin think they be intimidatin'." A rather large and brawny man spoke, as he fumbled with the belt that held his pants up. Horrified, Satsuki realized that all of them were working on removing the lower half of their clothing, the one that would impede the proceedings. She was just waiting, at this point, for one of them to try and shove their dicks in her mouth.
She'd chomp it right off.
It'd probably get her killed, but she'd rather die with her dreams unfulfilled rather than let this filth have their way with her. That, and it'd probably give the other genin a distraction so they could try to come up with a way to escape, but she was feeling mostly enraged that they'd even dare pull their pants off. "You better kill me… because if I get free, and I will, I will hunt every last one of you down, and I will subject you to pain the likes of which has never been seen."
She saw most of them shiver and back away. She saw their movements clearly and perfectly, she saw the fear that crossed their faces before they remembered she was bound and helpless. She felt her eyes burn and her chakra sluggishly responding to her body's demands. "Shaddup, ya bitch!" a man whose only hair was his beard and the bushy forest of his pubes spoke. "Y'all ninja whores think yer almighty, we'll be seein' how tuff y'are when ya've got me dick'n yer ass." The drawl was nearly unintelligible, and Satsuki would've preferred not to understand his words.
"Yeah, all that exercise these bitches do must've made them nice and tight. Too bad they probably don't have anything to tear down there, eh? All that stretching they oughta do breaks the stuff without sex, I hear." A man who had already freed something that looked way too huge, fitting his huge frame, spoke.
"Now ya mooks, the cap'n wants these little shits properly broken so we can sell them like slaves. Y'all know the drill, we can have all the fun we want but no disfiguration and nothing that leaves a permanent mark!"
The men all convened around the table, and Satsuki felt her wrath and anger reach a boiling point when a scream of terror and panic ripped its way out of Sakura's throat, so powerful in volume and pitch that it left the Uchiha's ears ringing and a headache began to form.
The men went to clutch at their ears and cursed Sakura, calling her a variety of names and curses, following with threats of what they were about to do to her, which had her even further terrified and had even caused panic to throw a bucket of ice cold water on Satsuki's anger. This was it. The worst possible fate a person could meet. Raped to the breaking point and sold into slavery.
Was this how her life ended? Her goals… her ambition… her pain and suffering… all for naught because she'd been captured by an asshole of a pirate who just so happened to be a former shinobi!? Was that her lot in life? To suffer for the amusement of some unseen entity that would only delight in her pain?
Objectively, she knew she shared her fate with four other innocents, but she couldn't care less.
She'd had eight years of life before HE had snapped, gone crazy and ruined everything. And then, she'd dedicated his life to the pursuit of his demise, tried her hardest to grow as strong as she could. Someone grabbed onto her legs to still her, and only then did she realize she was struggling, as hard as she could, against her bonds.
She felt the cold sting of a knife almost cutting into her when her white shorts were destroyed by it. Her underwear came next, ripped by a rough, calloused hand off her, causing her noticeable pain. Belatedly, she realized that the others were in similar situations, though she, unlike the others, hadn't been flipped to lie on her stomach. She tried to cross her legs, growled and continued to struggle, but it was in vain.
All too soon, however, she felt exhaustion creep onto her, brought on from her chakra suddenly vanishing entirely, and she was out like a light. The last thing she had felt was that something warm and sticky covered most of her body.