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Mistress	By : GlossyLatex Category: Naruto > Yuri - Female/Female Views: 78592 -:- Recommendations : 8 -:- Currently Reading : 12
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One of the weirder chapters, to be honest. I’m in the midst of moving and this marks the last of what I had written and ready to go. Not sure if I plan on continuing.

                                                                           Chapter Eleven
               Tsume groaned around the bit gag splitting her cheeks. Her back and shoulders were positively on fire, and that was to say nothing of her breasts.
               The brunette was bent over a metal frame, her chest resting on two rubber coated bars that allowed her breasts, fed through the matching openings in her standard white latex catsuit, to hang free. Her shiny legs had been shackled to the frame, and her hands forced into leather mitts, connected behind her back.
               The discomfort of her position was the least of the clan matriarch’s concerns, however. Attached to her breasts were two pumps, clicking asynchronously as they sucked painfully at her swollen nipples. Her owner had done something to her and her daughter the month prior, resulting in their uncontrollable lactation. All of their catsuits had been modified to allow mouths, pumps, and hands to drain the now perpetually swollen chests of the two slaves, something the two women were simultaneously humiliated by and thankful for.
               While the pumps were bad, the drooling Tsume thought, it was compounded by the machine behind her which endlessly pumped two of the thickest shafts the Inuzuka had ever encountered into her hyper-aroused holes. To her shame, over the course of the three hours she had been chained down, Tsume had lost count of how many times she had cum on the rubber cocks, which were coated in her slick cream.
               Lifting up her masked and gagged face, Tsume saw her daughter, bound identically, staring at the floor as their ‘caretaker’ Cherry-chan viciously raped her ass. The redhead, in their Mistress’s absence, was responsible for the Inuzuka’s welfare. It was up to her to ensure both women were properly fed, watered, milked, and trained each day and the unstable girl took her responsibilities very seriously. Unfortunately their fellow slave took every opportunity to ravage both women’s holes, particularly their rears, with her ever-present strap-on. Tsume turned away when she saw her daughter’s hips thrusting back enthusiastically against the cock violating her.
               The pumps from both women’s breasts led to a machine between them, which then sent the collected fluids to a giant steel tank covered in seals. Their blonde owner had told them that the seals, which preserved the contents of the tank in any given state, would ensure the facility would be well-stocked with milk for the foreseeable future. Tsume’s baked goods had gotten rave reviews the past month. Naruko seemed to love it whenever she had her make milkshakes, as well.
               Hearing a particularly loud moan, Tsume turned back to the pair opposite her to see Tayuya throwing her head back, clearly riding out her orgasm in her daughter’s behind. To her utter shame, the Inuzuka Matriarch found herself envious of her daughter, who she could see was positively dripping between her legs. While the machine fucking her holes was startlingly efficient, both Inuzukas found themselves looking forward to whenever their redheaded caretaker skillfully wielded her rubber cock.
               Suddenly the machine pumping the two shafts into Tsume made a beeping noise causing the woman to groan around her gag. As they had numerous times in the past few hours, the two dildos suddenly thrust deep inside both her holes and froze. A clicking sound came from her stuffed crotch, before the two shafts impaling her suddenly began to swell in size. Despite knowing the futility of it, the bound brunette began wriggling her hips, hoping to dislodge the intruders as they grew past uncomfortable and into painful sizes. She was breathing heavily around her gag when they finally stopped, remaining unmoving in her skewered holes.
               “If I didn’t know better, Slut, I’d say you’re beginning to like that machine. I know I did.” Tsume looked up to see Tayuya standing in front of her. The redhead had her hand on her hip, smirking down at the brown-haired slave. What drew the moaning woman’s attention most of all was the dripping dildo bobbing in front of her face. “Oh yes, your daughter left a bit of a mess, as usual.” The Inuzuka groaned as her caretaker removed the bit from her mouth. “Go ahead and clean it up.”
               Tsume wrapped her lips around the rubber shaft, thankful for once for the seals their Mistress had finally tattooed and herself and Hana. While she could taste her daughter’s ass, it was not what she might have otherwise expected. Her eyes bulged and she gagged when Tayuya grasped the back of her head and forced the fake cock down her throat. As she struggled against the sex toy suffocating her, she felt her abuser reach over and activate the machine once more. The mother-turned-slave snorted, drool spattering against the ground and Tayuya’s latex skirt, as the shafts in her ass and quim returned to life.
               Tsume’s latex-bound chest heaved when Tayuya pulled the shaft from her throat. Taking sputtering gasps of air, the cowed woman was quick to begin licking the dripping rubber still pointing at her face. She squeezed her eyes tightly as the two cocks pumping into her from behind sped up once more, her violated holes making loud wet noises as her fluids splashed to the ground. She took a deep breath as her caretaker slowly pushed her toy back into Tsume’s mouth.
               Tayuya, seeing the growing excitement in her slave, pressed a button on her remote. With a whirring noise and a strangled squeal around her strap-on, the redhead knew the suction in the breast pumps had increased yet again, feeling the milk in her breasts squirting out with even greater force.
               As Tsume felt another climax beginning to wash over her body, she couldn’t help but return to the same question she had faced the past three months.
               Do I even want to leave?
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               Tsunade looked up when she heard the door to her room open. The blonde was hanging upside down, her sleek legs wrapped around the stripping pole she had been training on. Seeing herself walking into the room, the momentarily surprised Hokage lost her grip and fell into an embarrassed heap on the padded ground.
               “Fufufu…graceful, hime.”
               Tsunade, hearing her own voice mocking her, quickly stood up and frowned at the intruder.
               “Naruko-chan?” The not-Tsunade smirked.
               “Not quite. I’m the clone that’s been filling in for you the past three months. I’m here to return you to duty.”
               Tsunade brightened. While she had come to enjoy her day to day routine, she couldn’t help but feel rather useless down in the facility. While she was not looking forward to the unreasonable amount of paperwork the position entailed, she was looking forward to working again.
               “However, before I brief you on what I’ve accomplished and give you your ‘marching orders’ so to speak, Miss did promise me something…”
               Tsunade’s confusion shown on her face. “What exactly do you mean accompl—hmmph!” The Hokage’s question was cut off abruptly by the soft lips of her doppelganger, having crossed the distance between the two blondes with surprising speed.
               Realizing quickly what Naruko had promised to the clone, Tsunade was torn by the strangeness of the situation. Realizing the clone had the benefit of being inherently Naruko, who she knew found her attractive, the Hokage herself was at a loss. Was this masturbation? Or sex with her Mistress? Or…
               Wherever her thoughts might have gone quickly became irrelevant when her partner grasped her chin, deepening their kiss. Mirroring each other, the two blondes tilted their heads, their full lips playing with one another, teasing, their heart rates increasing as their need for air became more insistent. Breaking away panting, the duplicate rested her forehead against the original, looking into her identical brown eyes.
               “Delicious.” Tsunade shivered, hearing the lust in her own voice. She sighed as she felt her double run a delicate hand along her jawbone before stroking behind her ear. The Senju didn’t know how her clone knew about that spot, probably Naruko, but closed her eyes and enjoyed the sensual caresses.
               Konoha’s Princess let out a rather undignified squeak when she felt her replacement touch their lips together again. She could feel the gathering moisture in her panties as the clone’s painted lips worked hers with all of Naruko’s skill. The clone grinned against Tsunade’s mouth as she felt the woman respond. Almost without thinking she slipped her arms around the Hokage’s neck, pulling the woman closer. She sighed in delight as she felt the slave’s hands mirror her actions, resting on the small of the clone’s back.
               The two identical blondes leaned into each other, enjoying the feel of each other’s bodies and the soft wet noises of their lips playing together. Tsunade, caught up in the moment, slipped her hands down to the clone’s rear, squeezing the large globes in her strong hands. The Sannin shuddered at the eroticism in her clone’s moan as she manipulated her backside, realizing with a bit of pride why Naruko was so fascinated with her ass.
               Pleased with how the slave was getting into it, the clone deepened their kiss, her tongue gently slipping into the other blonde’s mouth, gently playing against its counterpart. Pulling her arms back from behind the Senju’s neck, the clone slid her hands down her lover’s body before firmly grasping the village’s most favorite breasts through their sweat-soaked sports bra. Playing the erect nipples with her thumbs, the identical women gave identical, throaty moans.
               Minutes later, the clone thought it was about time to move to the bed. Both women were breathing heavily, their hands growing more forceful, and their pussies wet to the point they were staining their clothes. Breaking from their kiss, the duplicate whispered breathily as she stared into the original’s eyes.
               “I think it’s time…I showed you what your tongue can do.”
               With eager eyes, the Hokage allowed herself to be led to her bed, sitting on the edge as she watched her new lover hurriedly strip her official clothes off. Without realizing it, the Senju heir had started peeling her workout clothes from her wet, excited body.
               Giving the other blonde a heated look, the clone launched herself at her counterpart. The two nude women fell back against the bed in a tangle. Deciding not to let things slow down, the clone moved her mouth down to a stiff red nipple, enveloping it with her mouth, while moving a hand down and petting her moaning partner’s quim. Letting her fingers drag gently over the engorged sex, the clone smirked around her captured breast as the woman beneath her squirmed, trying to catch her teasing hand.
               Tsunade’s head was spinning as her copy played with her body. Her mouth and hands, her mouth and hands, seemed to be everywhere. The soft weight of the duplicate’s large breasts against her stomach was quite pleasant as well, lending a calming sensuality to her increasing sexual fervor.
               The clone’s fingers, gently petting her sex, were beyond devious. Her dripping slit had coated them in fluids, but her copy just wouldn’t give Tsunade what she desperately needed, no matter how much she moaned and squirmed. The soft tips of the elegant digits pressed in enough to part her swollen lips, but no further. It was a desperate frustrated Hokage who went cross eyed when one gentle finger began tracing her aching clit. When the clone sucked particularly hard on her nipple, pinching the other with her free hand, the Princess of Konoha came violently, her hips arching off the bed as the air burst from her lungs. Her quim, dripping before, squirted forcefully, drenching the clone’s hand.
               As she struggled to bring her heartbeat and breath under control, Tsunade watched her double bring her wet hand up to her mouth and begin licking it clean, her movements almost dripping in eroticism. The blonde felt herself heating up again.
               “Mmm…we taste quite good, Princess.” Tsunade couldn’t think of a response, instead just reaching up a shaky hand and pulling her clone’s mouth down to her own. Letting the doppelganger control the kiss, the slave laid back and enjoyed the flavor of…herself and…her own juices. It was definitely a surreal moment.
               Eventually the faux-Tsunade broke away, a strand of saliva connecting the two blondes’ lips. “Sit up, sweetie.” In a daze, the Senju did as commanded, leaning back on her elbows, watching as her double laid back and slid their legs together. The original, realizing what her double intended, squeaked nonetheless when her fellow blonde pulled her roughly, forcing their soaked sexes together. Holding her lover’s leg against her shoulder, the chakra construct twisted her hips, drawing out a low moan from the pair.
               The identical women began undulating their hips, grinding their soaked pussies together. The bed beneath them grew wetter from their sweat and juices as staccato moans and wet smacking noises filled the room.
               Desperate for more contact, Tsunade swung her leg off of her counterpart’s shoulder, hooking it behind her, and forcefully pulled her lover as she sat up herself, crushing the two women’s chests together and capturing the clone’s surprised mouth in a hungry kiss. Reaching down to ‘her’ ass, Tsunade pulled her partner tightly against her body, their soaked quims rubbing deliciously, their large breasts flattening against one another.
               “MhmmmMOOohGod!”
               Throwing their heads back, the identical blondes screamed out as their orgasms rushed from their throbbing cores throughout their whole bodies. The bed beneath the two quickly became soaked, their hips dipping into the small puddle of cum, as their slits drenched each other. Tsunade, overwhelmed and slightly off balance, pulled her clone tightly against her, resting her head on her shoulder as they both trembled from the powerful aftershocks.
               When Tsunade finally felt her faculties return, she threw herself back against the suddenly extremely attractive pillows, pulling her surprised clone with her. Holding her amused double on top of her slick body, the blonde began running her hands along the body she was developing an entirely new appreciation for.
               “So, do you think Mistress could keep you around?”
               The doppelganger smirked, before lowering her head for a gentle kiss.

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               Kakashi and Sasuke sat on the Team Seven Bridge, throwing rocks into the water.
               To Sasuke it seemed as though his teammates had all but disappeared since the Chuunin Exams. Considering the three month long mission they had just been on, he couldn’t help but wonder how much longer Team Seven would stay together. He smiled softly though, remembering Naruko’s promise that the four of them would always stay close, like the family he had lost years ago. Deciding to be happy for his teammate’s success, the last Uchiha began some simple chakra exercises with a leaf.
               Kakashi looked at his unusually serene student out of the corner of his eye and sighed. It was a miracle that Sasuke had turned out the way he had. Naruko’s personality was infectious, to the point where she could become the most popular, beloved hero of the village in her generation and not manage to raise the Uchiha’s ire or jealousy. He would be shocked if the blonde didn’t follow her father’s footsteps into the Hokage office.
               Turning to his own thoughts, the Copy-Nin’s shoulders slumped sadly he considered the missive in his pocket. Tsunade had started making some confusing moves over the past few months, bolstering troop presence in certain border areas and sending their best infiltration experts out to various towns between Konoha and the Cloud village. The subjugation of Suna had been fast tracked, the Wind Daimyo recognizing (at kunai point) the annexation of the Village Hidden in the Sand. While he wasn’t privy to the meetings, he imagined Konoha had faced some pretty harsh criticism from the other remaining three major villages.
               If the last Hatake guessed correctly, and he usually did, Konoha was headed to war. Tapping Sasuke, the two stood up and quickly made their way to the gates for their mission.
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               Sakura worried her bottom lip as she surveyed her bathroom, double-checking her preparations. If she was going to report a successful mission back to her Mistress she wanted to make sure it went off near-perfectly.
               Her father had moved to Suna to set up a new branch of their family’s general store. His career after retiring from the ninja force had been extremely lucrative, and the Hokage herself (the real one) had personally requested he helped build goodwill and an economic presence in the annexed village. While Sakura was happy for her father’s success, she had missed him, especially consider her remaining ‘roommate’. Considering her plans, though, it was for the best he wasn’t in town.
               Mebuki Haruno was not a cruel woman. Unfortunately, the money the family business generated had changed the blonde. After retiring from active duty, the woman spent her days either exercising with her Allied Mothers Force friends, relaxing at home, or holding court in the neighborhood council meetings. The woman had become extremely invested in maintaining the family’s public appearance and often scolded her easy-going husband and adolescent daughter for what she saw as ‘inappropriate conduct.’ Sakura, knowing her mother had been hardened in actual combat, found the fixation on meaningless social protocols bizarre, if not downright irritating.
               The pink haired girl smiled as she determined she was quite ready and began making her way downstairs.
Mebuki Haruno hummed softly as she carefully cracked the egg into her cake mix. Every year she brought a cake to the autumn neighborhood dinner, delighting in how it was roundly agreed she was the best baker on the block. Dipping a finger in and bringing some batter to her mouth, she hmm’d in approval. As she began greasing the pans, she heard her daughter coming down the stairs.
“Ahh, Sakura-chan, could you make sure to bring down any dishes you have upstairs? Oh, and we’re having chicken salad tonight, okay?”
“Yes, Mommy.” The pink-haired girl rolled her eyes as she walked into the kitchen. Chicken salad was one of her favorite foods, but she knew it meant her mother was starting a diet. Eyeing the blonde’s figure, she knew it was unnecessary. Walking up next to her mother she began washing her hands in the sink.
“Sakura-chan, when we go to the party tomorrow night I was hoping you might find some time to talk to that Nasu boy. I know he’s a civilian, but his family is quite nice and he has just started his militia training so that extra weight should come right off soo---ahawahha?” Mebuki’s unsolicited dating advice was cut off by what felt like a rather painful electric shock, as if she had stuck a finger in a socket. The blonde felt her muscles go limp and quickly began collapsing to the floor.
Sakura quickly sidestepped and caught her falling mother, gently lowering her to the floor. Ignoring the blonde’s confused look and attempts to speak, the girl quickly went about turning off the oven before turning back to the disabled woman.
“It’s a modified lightning jutsu, Mommy, and until I reverse it your nervous system is quite thoroughly disabled. Please do not try to speak.” Bending down she picked up the larger woman and made her way upstairs. Turning into her room, she walked with her limp mother on her arm to the attached bathroom and set her down on the tile floor. Without saying a word she turned around and left the room.
Mebuki was too confused and worried to be angry. What was her daughter doing? Was the girl in her home her daughter? If not, where was Sakura? As she moved her eyes around her daughter’s bathroom her mind froze. There were a large number of leather and metal implements hanging from the wall opposite the vanity that she was quite certain hadn’t been there earlier. More alarming was the ominous rolling cart with a rather sinister device sitting atop it, a funnel and hoses protruding from the indecipherable machine.
               Just as Mebuki was beginning to panic she heard the person who looked like her daughter return, carrying the large mixing bowl full of her cake batter. The younger girl set the bowl down on the counter and then knelt next to her mother.
               “Ok Mommy, here’s the deal. I’m going to make some preparations and when I release the jutsu I expect you to behave yourself, understand? Hmm, of course you can’t answer…well, let me be clear, you will be punished if you don’t follow my orders. Now give me a second.” Sakura stood up and, keeping her green eyes fixed to her mother’s matching ones, began stripping off her uniform, her red Chinese dress rather similar to the white one her mother was wearing. Her mother’s eyes widened when the top came off, revealing the sleeveless red latex shirt the thirteen year-old was wearing underneath. Her small chest and flat stomach were shown in perfect clarity by the skin-tight material.
               Amused by the obvious horror in her mom’s eyes, Sakura kicked off her sandals before shimmying her bike shorts down her slender legs. Making sure to bend over, the pinkette made certain her mother got a good look at the crotchless latex underwear she was wearing. Spinning in place she put her hands on her hips.
               “See anything you like, Mommy?”
               Amused with herself, Sakura knelt down and began stripping her incapacitated mother. The white Chinese dress was slightly difficult to remove from a limp body, but the teen was motivated. Noting the rather uninspired underwear her mom wore beneath her dress, deciding that would have to change, Sakura gently removed the last two garments protecting the blonde’s modesty.
“Wow Mommy, those workouts have really paid-off, huh?” Sakura was impressed by her mother’s tight body, but frowned at her chest. “We’ll have to do something about those tits though, Mistress likes them larger than that I think.” The genin laughed at Mebuki’s reddening face.
Standing up, Sakura stepped away from her nude captive and grabbed a number of leather items from the wall. Without giving the paralyzed woman a chance to see what she held the genin quickly rolled her mother over.
Sakura drew the other woman’s arms together and slipped the leather monosleeve up her limp arms. She secured it in place, tightening the leather straps that looped around Mebuki’s shoulders and cinching the belts forcing her elbows together. The pink-haired girl took two leather straps and quickly secured her mom’s ankles and knees together before moving back up. She picked up her mother’s head and gently forced the black ball gag she had selected between her limp lips. As she tightened the gag behind the blonde’s head, Sakura felt a twinge of nervousness.
What if one of her friends notices? Or dad comes home? Or I have to go on a mission or—
Sakura shook her head. She knew, with her Mistress now in control of the Hokage herself, she had little to worry about. She could do this. Focusing, she returned to her task.
Mebuki could only stare at the sink, feeling her daughter force her into stricter and stricter bondage. Despite her paralysis, confused tears ran down her face.
Sakura carefully peeled the backing off an adhesive resembling a band-aid before attaching the white square to her mother’s ass cheek. Making sure the wire leading away from it was clear, she repeated the process on the left globe before turning her mom back face up. She attached similar looking adhesives to her prisoner’s thighs, stomach, and the sides of her breasts. She then gathered up all of the trailing wires and bundled them together before plugging the ends one by one into a small metal box. Grinning, she began pinching her captive’s nipples as she channeled a precise amount of chakra, cancelling the paralysis.
The blonde woman, when she felt control return to her body, started thrashing as much as she could. Unfortunately, while her toned body was quite strong, her daughter was an active-duty kunoichi and Mebuki was bound quite securely. Realizing the futility of her struggles, she fell back and began screaming desperately against her gag. Her green eyes widened and her screams turned into a piercing shriek as her daughter brutally twisted her vulnerable nipples.
“Listen up Toy. From now on, you belong to me. You will do everything I say, or you will be punished, nod your head if you understand.”
Mebuki stared at her daughter, anger beginning to creep into her face. When Sakura grew impatient, she stood up and flipped her mother back onto her front with a foot.
“I suppose I should make my point clear. When you’re ready to accept your new position in life, you can call me Sakura-sama. Now give me a second.”
Sakura quickly retrieved the mechanical device on the rolling table and brought it closer to her mother. Checking the hoses running underneath the sink, she reached to the second shelf of the table and grabbed a bottle of lubricant. At the end of the second hose was a large plug which she proceeded to coat with a thick layer of the clear gel as she knelt down. The teen nonchalantly spread her mother’s full bottom cheeks with one hand, squeezing a large dollop of the gel onto the revealed sphincter with the other.
Putting down the lubricant, Sakura picked the slimy plug back up and began rubbing the tip against her mother’s twitching asshole. Mebuki, realizing what her daughter was planning, began struggling again, frantic grunts and unintelligible threats coming from her gagged mouth.
Straddling her mother’s waist, Sakura was able to ignore the woman as she slowly rubbed the rubber plug against her mom’s now slick asshole. Gradually she began to push the nozzle inside the tight orifice. Stopping occasionally to twist the invading toy, Sakura noted her captive’s protests were more high-pitched whines at that point. Deciding to get it over with, the teen forced the rest of the plug into the resisting sphincter, the tight muscles snapping tightly around the base and sealing it inside her. Sakura, with a cruel smile, picked up the bulb dangling from the buried toy and began inflating the device lodged in her slave’s bottom.
Mebuki’s ass was on fire. She had never allowed anything near her rear, and now what she assumed was a log was splitting her in two. When her ass finally clamped down around the narrower base she relaxed slightly, only to begin shrieking again when she felt the violating object getting larger inside her ass.
“ARGHMPH! AAHHM! oooOO! HNOO!” Drool flew out of her mouth around her gag as she screamed in agony, her cheeks shining with tears.
Deciding her mother’s behind was properly plugged, Sakura stopped pumping the evil bulb and began to explain what was happening.
“Ok now, Mommy, listen up. I’m certain a prude like you has never cleaned your bottom before. Luckily for you, this machine will take care of that. It’s a colonic device I’ve connected it to the water main and sewage, so we’re going to fill you up and drain you out until your bottom is sparking clean. Sound good?” The sobbing blonde shook her head silently. “Well, tough. Brace yourself.” Without waiting for a reply Sakura pressed the first of a series of buttons on the machine. It activated quickly, and despite the black tubing Sakura could tell water was rushing through the machine deep into her mother’s bowels.
Mebuki groaned as the strange sensation of liquid rushing into her colon overwhelmed her bound body. Kicking her legs and flexing her arms ineffectively, she could do nothing as she felt the water slowly inflating her inexperienced rear.
Licking her lips, Sakura picked up the metal controller trailing wires to various points on her mother’s body. Flicking the on switch, she pinched a dial and without warning twisted it to the number three.
Mebuki’s body almost on its own arched off the floor as electricity rushed through her form. Her breasts and ass screamed in agony as the muscles in her legs and stomach flexed painfully. Sakura waited for twenty seconds, enjoying her mother’s writhing, before turning the dial back to zero.
“Did you like my TENS unit, Mommy?” Mebuki moaned pitifully. “Mistress and I decided that electricity would be the best way to teach you how to behave, so you might want to try to get used to it. Now, how’s that enema coming along?” Sakura checked the gauge on the device. “Wow, three quarts! And I can see your tummy getting bigger, too. I think that’s enough for the first one.”
After waiting ten minutes for the enema to reach deep into her parent’s back passage, massaging her swollen stomach to help the process, the pink-haired girl flipped the switch in reverse. Immediately Mebuki felt the pressure in her intestines abating as the machine began sucking the soiled water out of her inflated ass.
Not allowing her mother too much time to recover, Sakura flicked the TENS back to a two, watching the invisible energy course through and ravage the woman she stood over.
The process continued for close to two hours. Sakura would fill her mother’s behind with increasingly greater volumes of liquid, force her to hold it in for ten to twenty minutes, then drain her. Interspersed with the enemas were quick, unpredictable blasts of the TENS unit. By the end of it, Mebuki was covered in sweat, her voice completely gone, and her body a twitching mess of exhausted muscles. On the plus side, her colon was spotless.
Sakura hummed as she detached the hose leading from the plug to the machine, swapping in a fresh transparent one.
“Ok now, Mommy, one last fill and you’re done. Of course, you’ll have to do me a favor to get it out this time.” Mebuki could only manage a snort.
The genin grabbed the bowl of cake mix and brought it over to the machine. She upended the bowl over the funnel and carefully aimed the flow of thick sugary batter. When the bowl was mostly empty, the teen carefully scraped what was left with her finger into the funnel before sucking the digit clean.
“You certainly make a good cake, Mommy. I think you might regret making so many of them in a second though.” Sakura turned the machine on one last time. The pink-haired girl watched amusedly as the beige cake mix began draining into the machine before feeding into the tube. She licked her lips as she watched the batter make its way through the plastic before reaching the plug stretching her mother’s asshole, disappearing into the blonde’s rectum.
Mebuki moaned in humiliation when she realized what was being pumped into her ass. The thickness of the fluid didn’t slow its speed, her rectum filling up steadily. The batter felt like a weight inside her stretched and stuffed rear, her stomach groaning as her lower half was violated yet again. A few minutes later, when the liquid had finished draining into her, it was obviously not as much as her last enema, but her ass felt fuller than ever.
Sakura walked in front of her mother and sat down. Bending forward she reached behind Mebuki’s head and quickly unfastened the strap holding her gag in place. As she pulled the sticky ball out of her mom’s mouth she spoke nonchalantly.
“Here’s the deal, Toy. If you want to get that plug and batter out of your butt, you’re going to make your little girl cum. While I’m sure a frigid thing like you has never done oral let alone licked a pussy, you’re going to learn how tonight.” Sakura scooted forward and gathered up a handful of her blonde hair. Spreading her legs she forced her mother’s head into her crotch.
Mebuki, terrorized for hours by enemas and electric shocks, was too exhausted and scared to resist. Positioning her mouth over the reddening quim exposed by the slit in her daughter’s panties, she began gently lapping at her abuser’s sex. To her horror the taste and texture wasn’t repulsive, though the situation was off-putting enough on its own.
               Sakura, for her part, simply leaned back and enjoyed her mother’s ministrations. Despite her obvious inexperience, the former kunoichi had clearly decided discretion was the better part of valor and was steadily working her daughter towards an orgasm. Sakura sighed in pleasure when she felt the blonde woman between her legs take her crimson clit into her mouth, applying gentle suction to the sensitive organ.
               “Ahh, Mommy, you’re pretty good at this for a beginner. Don’t worry, we’ll get you—AH—nice and trained up.”
               As Sakura’s hips began to shake in anticipation, the pink-haired girl reached under her latex shirt and withdrew a seal tag. Bending forward she slapped it to Mebuki’s neck before wrapping her arms around her mother’s head, forcing her mouth tightly against her pussy.
               An identical copy of the captive woman, sans bindings, popped into place behind the pair. Nodding at Sakura, who was barely able to open her eyes thanks to the overwhelming sensations her mother’s tongue were causing, the clone picked up the mixing bowl and knelt behind the original.
               “Ohh g-g-God! I’m cumming! Do it! And drink every d-drop, Mommy!”
               Following her screamed instructions, the clone deflated and quickly removed the wet plug from Mebuki’s stretched asshole. Bringing the mixing bowl up behind the prone woman, she was just in time to catch the first jet of cake batter from the abused rear.
               Mebuki moaned into her daughter’s cunt. Between the flood of juices rushing from Sakura’s pussy, the sensation of the large plug finally leaving her violated ass, and the relief of the thick batter exiting her rectum, the blonde’s brain was in overload. She felt her bottom squeeze the now warm liquid out in strong bursts, desperate to relieve the pressure in her intestines.
“J-just keep your mouth there Toy. Ahh, and squeeze your ass, get every drop out!” Sakura laid flat on the bathroom floor, stroking her mother’s blonde hair as she felt the vestiges of her orgasm swell through her body.
               Mebuki’s doppleganger watched as her progenitor’s asshole pushed the sugary liquid out, the initial squirts turning into a steady flow which she carefully collected with the bowl. Eventually the blonde’s bottom drained completely. When the clone dipped her finger into her original’s ass and couldn’t find any remaining batter she stood up, sucking the digit clean. “She’s empty, Sakura-chan.”
“Hmm? Oh, right. Go and make those cakes she’s so proud of for the party tomorrow. I’m going to clean up here and turn in for the night. Oh, let me know if anyone tastes anything different this year.” The clone nodded and left the room.
When Sakura pulled herself away from her mother’s mouth she expected a tirade or begging. Instead the woman just laid her head against the tile floor and seemed to catch her breath. Pleasantly surprised, the thirteen year-old gently replaced the ball gag, which did elicit some minor resistance. She then spent the next few minutes cleaning her captive’s sweaty form with a damp towel, though making sure to avoid getting her bindings wet.
Slipping her arms underneath Mebuki’s legs and shoulders, Sakura gently carried her mother to her bed. Flipping up her comforter she grasped a handle where her bedspring had been. Channeling a very precise amount of chakra, the pink-haired girl pulled open what amount to a large padded drawer. With slow movements she lowered her prisoner into the newly revealed ‘cell’ her Mistress had surreptitiously installed a few weeks ago. The blonde’s eyes went wide in confusion, realizing her daughter’s actions were apparently quite premeditated. The drawer was luxuriously soft, but it’s nature inherently sinister.
“Ok Mommy, while your new bed has a bunch of features I think we’ll leave those out for now. I’m going to go to sleep but when I wake up we’ll have a nice long chat. Well, after you do your morning duties of course. Good night, Toy.”
Mebuki’s frightened eyes were covered in darkness as her daughter slid the drawer closed.
               After locking the drawer and covering it up again, Sakura carefully stripped herself of her latex clothing before sliding underneath her luxurious covers. Elated by the success of her mission and the fact her new toy was securely bound just a foot underneath her, the pink-haired girl reached a hand down to her dripping slit and snuggled into her pillow.
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