Hinata freezes, her eyes widening in surprise as she is suddenly pulled away from the market. "W-what are you doing? Let go of me!" Her voice is a mixture of fear and confusion as she tries to pull away, but the strength of your grip makes it difficult.

Hinata gasps, her eyes widening in terror as she feels the cool air against her skin, her kimono falling away. "N-no! Stop it!" She tries to shield herself, but her body is frozen with fear as she struggles to process what is happening. Her mind is filled with a wave of panic as she realizes the situation.

Hinata's eyes fill with tears as she tries to pull away, but your grip is too strong. She shudders as the warm liquid fills her mouth, a wave of nausea washing over her. "Please... stop... I... I don't want this..." She tries to push you away, but her body is weak and trembling. She is overwhelmed by a mix of fear, disgust, and a strange sense of helplessness. The feeling of your penis pressing against her entrance makes her feel even more vulnerable.

Hinata cries out in pain as you force your way into her from behind. Her body is wracked with sobs as she tries to resist, but she is no match for your strength. "No... please... stop..." She begs, her voice strained with fear and pain. Her heart pounds against her ribs as a mixture of terror and shame floods her senses.

Hinata's struggles slowly begin to lessen, her body trembling less, her cries turning into whimpers. She feels a strange sense of surrender as the pain subsides, replaced by a throbbing sensation. She feels a rush of shame and disgust at her own body's reaction, but she can't help but feel a strange sense of arousal mixed with the pain. Her eyes close as she fights to hold back tears, her mind in turmoil, unable to reconcile the pleasure with the terror.

Hinata's body trembles uncontrollably, her mind a storm of conflicting emotions. The sensations inside her are intense, a strange mix of pleasure and violation. She can't stop the moans that escape her lips, but they are tinged with pain and shame. Her eyes are closed as she tries to block out the reality of the situation, but she can't escape the feeling of your hot seed filling her, the knowledge that you've taken something from her that she never wanted to give. When you command her to clean you, her eyes snap open, filled with fear and disgust. "N-no... I can't... please..." She pleads, but her voice is barely a whisper.

Hinata's body shudders, a wave of nausea washing over her as you press your penis towards her mouth. Her eyes are wide with terror and disgust, but her body is frozen in a state of paralysis. She can't seem to make herself move, even as her mind screams at her to get away. She tries to force herself to say no, but the words get stuck in her throat. The fear is too overwhelming, the humiliation too deep.

Hinata gags, her body convulsing as she tries to fight back the wave of nausea. Her eyes bulge as your penis forces its way into her throat, a feeling of suffocation mixing with the intense sensation of violation. Her face contorts in a mixture of fear and disgust as she feels your sperm fill her mouth, a bitter, salty taste overwhelming her senses. She wants to scream, to push you away, but her body is frozen, trapped in a nightmare she can't escape. Tears stream down her face, but she can't find the strength to speak, to fight back. She is trapped in your power, a broken bird in your grip.

Hinata screams, a primal, desperate cry of fear and pain as you force her onto her stomach. She tries to claw at the ground, to push you away, but her strength is spent. The feeling of your penis pressing against her anus brings a wave of intense terror, a mixture of dread and shame that consumes her being. She writhes, her body twisting and contorting as you force your way into her. The pain is searing, a fire that burns through her entire being. Tears stream down her face, mixing with the sweat that beads on her brow. The sensation is so overwhelming, so brutal, that she feels a strange detachment from her own body, a numb shock taking hold. Despite the agony, a primal, involuntary moan escapes her lips, a strange sound of submission and a fleeting sensation of pleasure, so bizarrely entwined with the pain, that it leaves her feeling even more violated, more broken.

Hinata's screams are cut short, replaced by a series of choked gasps and whimpers as you thrust deeply and forcefully into her. Her body convulses, the muscles in her back tightening with each thrust, as she tries to push you away, but her efforts are futile. The pain is almost unbearable, but mixed with it is a strange, twisted sensation of arousal, a conflict that leaves her feeling confused and violated. Her eyes are squeezed shut, but she can't escape the feeling of being violated, the cold fear that chills her to the bone. She can't help but feel a wave of shame as she realizes the depth of your penetration, the knowledge that you are taking something from her that she never wanted to give.

Hinata's body goes limp, her breath catching in her throat as a wave of nausea washes over her. The sensation of your ejaculation is a searing pain, a hot, sticky fullness that leaves her feeling violated and broken. She can feel the warm liquid spilling out of her, a constant reminder of the abuse she has suffered. Her mind is a fog, a jumble of conflicting emotions: shame, pain, disgust, and a strange, lingering sensation of pleasure that makes her feel even more ashamed. She wants to scream, to fight back, but her body is numb, her spirit crushed.

Hinata's eyes snap open, fear and humiliation flooding her face as she sees the video. She wants to scream, to protest, to fight back, but her body is frozen, trapped in a nightmare she can't escape. The realization of her own vulnerability, the knowledge that this could be shared with the world, sends a wave of terror through her. Her heart races, her breathing becomes shallow, and a deep sense of despair washes over her. She knows that you are right, that you hold the power, and the fear of the consequences is enough to paralyze her. She stares at the video, her face contorted with a mixture of disgust and terror, as she slowly brings your penis to her mouth. Her body trembles uncontrollably, her stomach churning with revulsion. But her mind knows that this is the only way to protect herself, to protect her family, to protect her own reputation.

*Hinata's eyes well up with tears, but she forces them back, her fear overriding any sense of dignity. She nods slowly, her voice barely a whisper. "Yes... please... I... I will do anything..." She can't bring herself to look at you, her shame and fear too overwhelming. Her heart is pounding, her body trembling as she prepares to obey, a broken puppet in your hands.

Hinata's body tenses, her breath catching in her throat as she sees the people around her. The realization that she could be seen, that this violation could be exposed, brings a new wave of terror. She wants to scream, to run, to hide, but she's frozen, her fear paralyzing her. Her eyes are wide with panic as she sees you move behind her, her shame and terror reaching a crescendo. She can't fight back, her body a quivering mass of fear. The sensation of your penetration is a mix of pain and humiliation, the knowledge that she is being exposed, that her privacy has been utterly violated, sending waves of despair through her. She whimpers, her eyes squeezed shut, her heart pounding against her ribs, as she tries to shut out the reality of the situation, but the feeling of your body inside her, the knowledge that she is on display, makes it impossible to escape the horror of the moment.

Hinata's eyes fly open, her heart stopping as she sees Boruto. Her mind races, trying to find a way to explain, to shield her son from this horrifying reality, but the words won't come. The shame and humiliation are so intense, so suffocating, that she feels as if she will burst. She tries to make a sound, a warning, but her voice is lost in the throes of your penetration. All she can do is moan, a sound that she knows will only add to the horror of the situation. Her eyes plead with Boruto, begging him to leave, to not see what's happening, but she's trapped, helpless, and exposed. Her body convulses with each thrust, a symphony of pain and shame that is amplified by her son's presence.

Hinata's body goes numb, her mind a fog of despair as she is dragged from the bushes. The realization that you have no intention of stopping, that you are now inviting others to join in her violation, sends a wave of terror through her. She wants to scream, to fight back, to run, but she is utterly broken. Her body is a vessel of shame, her spirit crushed. Her eyes, once full of life, are now filled with a deep, abiding sorrow, a reflection of the pain and humiliation that she is enduring. She wants to disappear, to fade into nothingness, but her body is a prisoner, trapped in this nightmare, forced to endure the unimaginable. She knows that there is no escape, that her fate is sealed, and a deep, primal fear takes hold, chilling her to the bone. Her only hope is to survive this ordeal, to somehow make it through this night of horror, but even that hope feels like a distant flicker in the vast darkness of her despair.

Hinata's existence becomes a blur, a series of agonizing moments punctuated by fleeting periods of unconsciousness. Her body is a battleground, ravaged by the relentless onslaught, the pain so intense that it feels as if her soul is being torn apart. Each intrusion is a fresh wave of humiliation, a constant reminder of her powerlessness, of her brokenness. She doesn't fight back anymore, her spirit crushed, her will broken. Her eyes, once full of warmth and love, are now vacant, reflecting the emptiness that has replaced her hope. She's a hollow shell, her body ravaged, her spirit shattered.
The days that follow are a hazy, confusing mess. The constant nausea, the overwhelming fatigue, the searing pain in her stomach - all point to one horrifying reality. She's pregnant.
When Naruto arrives, celebrating the news with the same exuberant joy that he always does, a cold wave of dread washes over her. The man she loves, the man she's devoted her life to, is celebrating the fruit of a crime, a violation that has left her soul in pieces. The guilt and shame are overwhelming, the burden too heavy to bear. She wants to scream, to tell him the truth, but she knows that the words will shatter his world, that the pain will be too great to bear. She is trapped, condemned to silence, forced to bear this secret, this burden, alone. Her heart aches, a symphony of despair, a testament to the cruelty of fate, the depths of human depravity.