Shinobi bullying

Parte 3

Hi guys, this is the third chapter of this fanfiction. The kind girl who gave me this commission, also draw her character, as you can see above.

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Ch3

What time it was? How much time had passed? These were just some of the questions that crowded my sick mind. Yes sick, how else to define what I was and what I was doing ? No sane person, no normal person would have ever agreed to do such things, certainly no one would have felt that strange, perverse pleasure hiding inside me, getting worse and worse every time a new humiliation overwhelmed me.

It was dark outside by now, it must have been two hours since Sarada had rudely ordered me to lie down under her desk and had begun to use me as a footstool. Once again she was showing me my place in the world and I had not put up the slightest resistance, resigned to being used again as a mere object by a classmate of mine, who seemed to have no trouble forgetting that underneath her was a real person, with feelings and a heart beating in her chest, and I certainly had not struggled when her beautiful little feet had rested on my face, intoxicating me with their so peculiar smell.

Why did I like Sarada's feet so much ? That was a question I would ask myself many more times in the future, without ever finding a real answer. It was absolutely useless to deny to myself that her feet had bewitched me, somehow, and that I seemed to love everything about them, their shape, their smell, Sarada's delicate skin...and their taste. My tongue had already explored my classmate's feet several times and shortly before it had known her mother's as well, equally beautiful and delicate feet, but I confess that each time seemed like the first and their taste shocked my mind and body.

So I can't lie and say that I was really hating being the footstool of my bully, I can't say that I wasn't loving having her feet in my face for hours, inhaling those soles that became more and more sweaty as the minutes passed. I had been called many things in school, clumsy, stupid, a loser but certainly never a liar...and so no lie, I was loving every moment of what for everyone would be endless suffering.

- Don't move, loser - Sarada said suddenly stomping my face violently, sweeping away my thoughts and bringing me back to reality, a reality that was changing everything around me.

Only a few hours earlier I was a young girl with dreams of becoming a great kunoichi, then suddenly I had become the slave of the girl who had been bullying me for months...and of her mother. Sarada and Mrs. Uchiha had nothing in their hands to blackmail me, nothing that could force me to obey their orders, so why was I doing all that? Why hadn't I run away? Was it the fear of being beaten to a pulp again that was keeping me there? No, it wasn't that. Deep in my heart I knew that I had always admired Sarada, that I had always tried to please her even after being bullied for the umpteenth time, and I think I had always put her on a pedestal, acknowledging her superiority and considering her almost a Goddess to whom everyone should have bow, kissing the floor she walked on. And now I finally had a chance to show her how important she was, a chance to serve her, to be useful to her...even if only as a footstool.

- What's the good of having a slave if I can't even get her to do my homework? Oh it's all so boring, I can't take any more of these questions, Shino sensei has really gone too far, they are too difficult. I dare not imagine what a mess you would have made if I ordered you to do my homework, I would have got a horrible grade because of you, right loser? -