"Kisame! Kisame you can't be serious!" Itachi managed to gasp out. He clutched his chest; his heart felt like it would beat out of his chest. What had he gotten them into?!

Kisame wasn't paying attention to him. He was pacing the table, getting views of the woman from every angle. He bent down and put his hands behind her thighs. He lifted and parted her legs, looking at her womanhood. "Nice," he murmured and moved on. He stroked her stomach, trailing his hands upwards between her breasts. Her breath hitched, her stomach tightening, when his finger trailed around her nipple.

"So you're somewhat awake," he mused to no one. "You can feel," he purred, bending down to whisper in her ear, "and you can feel," his finger pinched her nipple, causing her to arch her back. "But you can't do anything about it." He finished, placing his lips against hers in a perverted lovers kiss.

"KISAME!" Itachi yelled, finally breaking through to the other man.

"What?" Kisame asked, annoyed at having been interrupted. He had moved back to where he had sat, to where the knives were. They were gorgeous, made of the finest steel and tempered by master blade-smiths. Itachi would have loved them as weapons but for what Kisame intended to use them for? No!

"Kisame! You can't do this! She's alive!" He shouted, determined to force reason upon his friend.

Kisame licked his lips and smiled. "I know. That's what's going to make this so delicious."

"This-! This-!" Itachi sputtered, trying to catch his racing thoughts. "This isn't what I had in mind! I thought this was a brothel! I thought we'd just get laid and that would be it! Not fucking murder!"

"Itachi," Kisame sighed and closed his eyes. "I don't think you want to be here for this. I won't judge you if you go but I'm not letting your gift go to waste."

"My- my gift?! Oh fucking Kami! Kisame you can't do this!" Itachi pleaded. "Come on! We'll go somewhere else! Get better girls!"

Kisame visibly tensed and clenched his teeth. His hand gripped the handle of a knife. "ITACHI!" He shouted, the echoing of his voice in the room causing the girl to moan.

The room's secret door opened and the four men who had brought the woman into the room returned. They quickly surrounded Itachi and contained him. "Kisame!" Itachi called one last time before he was ushered into the doorway and the door closed behind him.

Silence returned to the room. Kisame breathed deeply. The scent... made him feel good. He returned to the knives. He looked back at the girl, his eyes looking at every part of her. Where to begin? The delicacies of course.

He selected a small thin knife. He twirled it in his fingers as he approached the girl. When he reached her, he bent down. His pale blue lips kissed her chest and trailed down, following the curvature of her breast. When he was close to her nipple, he broke the kiss and his pale purple pink tongue licked her areola. She moaned softly and her chest rose at his touch.

He felt her nipple harden on his lip and he moved his mouth over to it. He took the bud and rolled it gently between his lips. As it stiffened, he rolled his tongue around it.

Kisame pulled away and she groaned in disappointment. He pinched the bud between his fingers and raised the knife. With a quick slice the nipple was cut off. She screamed and blood began tricking down her side. The ties that bound her arms above her head prevented her from reaching the wound. Her legs were pulled up in a feeble attempt at defence.

Kisame popped the piece of flesh into his mouth and chewed. "Hmmm not bad. Kinda bland. Were you a Rice girl? You guys tend to be bland; all that rice you eat."

He had moved around to the other side of the girl. He repeated the kisses and the licks on the remaining nipple. The girl was physically confused; she was in pain but she was also in pleasure. Kisame swiftly cut the other nipple off and ate it.

He next moved onto her breasts, taking them off cleanly and eating them. The calorie rich fat in them was delicious.

The girl was moaning and moving but thanks to the cocktail of drugs she had been injected with girl had melted away. She was just a body. Whatever had made her a person had been obliterated by the cocktail.

Seeing the blood and her writhing beneath his touch, Kisame surrendered to his hormones. His heart beat strongly, pumping blood throughout his body and engorging his cocks. Adrenaline flowed in his veins and his vision narrowed to just the naked woman on the table.

He walked to the foot of the table. His hands gripped her knees and opened her legs. She was so soft and so smooth. He lightly stroked her thigh and a soft moan came from her. His cocks twitched at the sound.

He pressed further and opened her legs wider. He pushed himself between them, letting his hands glide over her thighs. His fingers stroked her lips and he watched them plump up with blood. She gasped when he parted her lips.

She was wet. His thumb circled her clit and his finger soon became slick. He watched as she twitched, clenched, bucked and ground herself into his hand. She rubbed her pussy on his hand as if trying to line up his finger to slide into her.

He grinned and gave her what she wanted. He shoved two fingers into her and began pumping. Her moans grew louder and she pulled her legs up to tilt her hips so he could hit the spot. When he did, her walls clenched around his fingers and she moaned loudly.

Kisame withdrew his fingers. They were coated in her juices. He brought them to his mouth and placed them inside. He licked his fingers clean before pulling them out. She tasted pleasant.

He pulled her legs apart again and lowered his face. He could feel her heat radiating from her. She was glistening and her lips were swollen. He finally understood why poets and authors often compared a pussy to a peach.

And like a peach, she was ripe and he was ready to eat.