This is the first chapter I really disregard any source material. This is brand new content, and I personally was really satisfied with this chapter. The goal is to make more smut content for this fic so I'd love to hear your opinions.
I won't be going completely off of the source quite yet as I'm still thinking of exactly where I want it to diverge, but I hope you like where this is going.
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<Konan POV>
Starting a new life in a different village was an endeavor filled with countless challenges and uncertainties. As I embarked on my journey to Konoha, leaving behind the memories of Yahiko and Nagato's tragic loss, I found myself enveloped in a veil of profound unease. The weight of discrimination loomed over me, casting its oppressive shadow on every corner I turned.
I was adrift in this unfamiliar landscape and felt a profound disorientation. However, I discovered solace and purpose in pouring my heart and soul into nurturing Menma. Each passing day brought with it a glimmer of hope, and gradually, the melancholic shroud that had once engulfed my existence began to dissipate.
During these moments of joy and serenity, I made an unwavering commitment to protecting Menma at all costs.
And so, for four years, I dedicated myself to safeguarding Menma's well-being with unwavering devotion. Life seemed to regain a semblance of stability until that fateful day when Menma inexplicably vanished. In that piercing moment, it felt as though sharp claws were relentlessly tearing at the core of my heart, leaving me shattered and disoriented.
Though relief washed over me when I learned that Menma was safe, guilt continued to gnaw at her conscience. The burden of her perceived failure weighed heavily on me, even in the face of reassurance. During this tumultuous period, my beloved master extended his hand to me, providing me with a sense of belonging and purpose I desperately sought.
In his dominion, I found respite from the burden of decision-making, relieving me of the constant need to bear the weight of my own actions.
Life, once again, burst forth in vibrant hues, breathing color into my existence. But the elation proved fleeting as I once again found myself confronted with another instance of negligence, endangering my master's life.
He may have absolved me of responsibility, assuring me that it was not my fault, but within the depths of my heart, I could not help but deny his words. I knew, with bitter regret, that I should have been faster in incapacitating Koharu.
Today, my master summoned me, requesting a private audience that I anticipated as the long-awaited reckoning for my transgressions.
Walking resolutely toward the room where my master awaited, I felt no fear but rather a profound sense of relief that my actions might finally be met with the justice I deserved.
Entering the room, my eyes fell upon my master seated regally upon a throne, a mischievous smirk adorning his countenance. Instantly, an electric current coursed through my body, my senses heightened by the sheer magnetism of his gaze.
His piercing eyes held a tantalizing power over me, an intoxicating blend of authority and desire.
"Stand at attention, my devoted slut," his voice commanded, a potent mixture of dominance and seduction.
I instinctively assumed a rigid military posture, my spine straightened, and my head held high, eager to please my master with my unwavering obedience.
Within my peripheral vision, I caught a glimpse of my master rising from his throne, slowly approaching me with calculated steps. His eyes traveled over my form, his touch grazing my backside before giving a sudden smack to my ass, sending an intoxicating wave of pleasure coursing through my veins.
"You know, my dear, I have always contemplated the establishment of a hierarchy within our clan, but I was uncertain of the path to undertake," my master spoke, his hand now sensually caressing my ass.
My master's words reverberated in the room, accompanied by the disconcerting sensation of his hands caressing my ass. A jolt of surprise tinged with a hint of excitement coursed through my veins, momentarily freezing my tongue. I eagerly awaited his explanation, my eyes wide with astonishment and curiosity.
"I have been patiently observing, waiting to identify those worthy of becoming my trusted confidants," my master's voice resonated with a commanding tone, punctuated by his continued exploration of my body. "And recently, I have arrived at a conclusion..."
His words left me stunned, my mind racing to grasp the magnitude of what he was about to disclose. Before I could gather my thoughts and respond, my master pressed on, his voice carrying an air of authority.
"Kushina was never meant for such a role, for various reasons," he stated matter-of-factly, his tone laced with a touch of disdain. "At one time, I had high hopes for Tsunade, but she failed to meet my expectations. Koharu, that conniving woman, I'm afraid I still hold a tad of a grudge with her. As for Shizune, she lacks a certain quality to her at the present moment..."
Understanding slowly dawned upon me, leaving me dumbfounded. Could it be possible that I was to be bestowed with this supreme honor? My mind swirled with a mix of disbelief and anticipation.
My gaze was fixated on my master's enigmatic expression.
"And then it struck me," he continued, ceasing his physical exploration as he walked purposefully in front of me. I stood motionless, my eyes fixed upon him, my heart pounding in my chest. He scrutinized me, his gaze piercing through my soul.
"It is you... my lovely angel," he declared, a glimmer of something akin to pride and possession flickering in his eyes.
A gasp escaped my lips as the weight of his words settled upon me. I felt a tangle of emotions welling up within me—excitement, trepidation, and an inexplicable yearning. A wicked grin appeared on his face, unveiling a side of his personality that both aroused and scared me.
"However, if you desire the honor of serving me in such proximity," he continued, his voice trailing off with a tinge of sinister allure, "then certain adjustments must be made..."
My breath quickened as desire coursed through my veins, manifesting in the form of my legs dripping. The anticipation of what was to come stirred a mix of nervousness and thrilling expectation within me.
"Know this," he emphasized, his voice dripping with commanding authority. "Ascending to the top does not make you the most dominant. Instead, it signifies that you will be the epitome of submission, wholly devoted to me above all others."
In a commanding gesture, he motioned for me to kneel before him. My body responded without hesitation, swiftly obeying his unspoken command. On my knees, I looked up at my master, my eyes brimming with devotion and obedience.
"Understand that accepting this path means embracing a complete metamorphosis of your being," he murmured, cupping my chin with an air of possessiveness. His eyes bore into mine, a wicked smirk playing upon his lips.
Without a second thought, I replied solemnly, my voice carrying the weight of my surrender. "I am willing, Master."
A chilling laugh escaped him, reverberating through the chamber as his eyes ignited with three swirling tomoe. Their gazes locked, an unspoken understanding passing between them as the boundaries of her consciousness dissolved.
I couldn't remember much for a moment.
I remember hearing my master say things to me, causing me to pay attention to every word he said.
I couldn't remember anything he had said when I felt my consciousness return.
Instead, I found myself going over in my head my new commandments…
I was an Angel, and Master Menma was my god.
An Angel must always obey their god as he can do no wrong.
An Angel will become incredibly aroused whenever she sees her god's slaves naked or having sex, especially with her god.
An Angel must blindly worship their god-like the lowly bitch she is.
An Angel is their god's slave, and they must always call him Master.
An Angel will become unbearably horny when obeying their god.
An Angel will always think about their god having sex and obeying him.
An Angel will always help their god have sex with whoever he wants.
An Angel will always ensure that their god's slaves properly worship him.
An Angel is to immediately help their god whenever he appears to be in trouble.
An Angel should always look out for more slaves to enlighten their god.
An Angel should always enjoy degrading are abusing their god's slaves.
After reviewing my commandments, I sat there for a while as my brain processed everything.
My commandments as an Angel…
Yes…I am an Angel.
An Angel must obey their god. Worship their god. Because he's…
I finally looked up to see my god standing before me.
I immediately prostrated myself before him and began to kiss and lick his feet with an expression of pure admiration and worship.
As I should…
All of his slaves should worship him.
All Kunoichi must worship him.
Compared to me, I was a speck of dust.
He must be worshiped and obeyed as our god...
Like on auto-pilot, I continued to kiss his feet like the dutiful servant I was, my pussy dripping uncontrollably as I silently licked any dust off his feet.
I was so excited to have the honor of pleasuring Master, desperately wanting to masturbate at least to show my admiration.
But my god's pleasure came first.
All I could do was quietly wait for my Master to acknowledge me and grant me permission. Unfortunately, he ignored me and instead focused on how I shamelessly kissed his feet as if they were the most tantalizing thing on earth.
"So, what do you think about my current slaves…" my master said with a dark chuckle.
"They need to learn their place! They must properly learn to worship you. They have too much self-respect as lowly slaves, my god..." I declared between labored breaths.
"You know, my angel, I've been waiting to see what you do to Kushina…"
Master revealed, smiling darkly at me.
"I can see the way you look at her sometimes… You want to make all your friends just like you, right?"
"Yes, Master! Nothing would make me happier! I will remove any trace of self-respect in them. I'll ensure they understand their place under you, my god..." I panted in reply.
"Everyone must worship you! Nothing else matters but you!"
My words seemed to greatly please Master.
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<Menma POV>
As my angel continued to shower me with adoration and profess her unwavering loyalty, I couldn't help but be pleased by her dedication.
The power and control I held over her was intoxicating to me. It was a testament to my authority and dominance over her very soul.
I observed her submission, her fervent desire to shape her fellow slaves into obedient bitches like herself, and it filled me with a sense of wicked satisfaction.
"Very well, my angel," I responded, my voice carrying a mix of authority and amusement.
"Continue your work diligently. Mold them into loyal slaves, just as you are. Teach them and all Kunoichi's their proper place."
A sinister smile played across my lips as I contemplated the influence I held over these individuals, the potential to shape their minds and desires to align with my will.
The thought of their unwavering loyalty, stripped of any self-respect or defiance, thrilled me. I reveled in the power I possessed over them, knowing that their very existence revolved around serving and pleasing me.
"They must learn their place, recognize your superiority, and understand that their purpose in life is to worship and obey you, Master. It is only through their complete submission that they shall find enlightenment."
Konan spoke, sounding like a holy priest reading scriptures for salvation.
With a sense of anticipation, I awaited my angel's next move, eager to witness the effects of her influence and the complete surrender of those she sought to shape.