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The Legendary Sucker Chronicles	By : MorbidFantasy Category: Naruto > General Views: 87774 -:- Recommendations : 3 -:- Currently Reading : 4
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Chapter List
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Chapter 2: A Lunchtime Surprise
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Tsunade awoke in a confused state, momentarily finding everything around her foreign and foreboding.
She had just been having the strangest of dreams. Although the details seemed to elude her, Tsunade could tell the dream must've been intensely embarrassing, as she was blushing furiously just sitting there in her bed.
That's where she was. Her own bed, in Konoha village.
Tsunade didn't remember when she had gone to bed the night before, but it was probably very late, as she didn't feel rested at all. Her entire body ached in a way that didn't seem possible given her ability to recuperate from any wounds and fatigue using her chakra.
I must've drank too much again, she thought, groggily putting herself into her morning routine, heading towards the bathroom.
Her legs felt weak, and for some reason her entire inner thighs was numb with a discomfort. Tsunade basically had to waddle into the bathroom.
As was common after a night of heavy drinking, she was still clad in her day clothes. Tsunade sighed, swearing yet again to herself to listen to Shizune next time the assistant told her she's had enough.
She looked at herself in the mirror and saw herself a young woman, much younger than a woman her current age would normally look. Even the bags under her eyes weren't very obvious for how tired she felt.
It wasn't until she had finished brushing her teeth, stripped out of her clothes, and stepped into the shower, did Tsunade notice something was off.
It wasn't immediately obvious, and at first, Tsunade thought her eyes must've still been groggy. But something was off with her groin.
Underneath her neat patch of blonde pubic hairs, seemingly glowing faintly, was a pattern of some sort.
Vaguely triangular and resembling a seal of some sort, the glyph extended as far as around the upper edges of her womanhood, as if saddling her clitoral hood. It took Tsunade a good minute to verify that it was indeed there and not her eyes playing tricks on her, as the pattern seemed to fade into nothingness every few seconds, before pulsing back in a barely visible red hue.
"What..." Tsunade thought, alarms going off in her head, and she tried to remember what exactly she had been doing the night before.
She ended up finishing her shower with no answers, her memory from the night, no, the day before, still blank to her. Other than an overall fatigue, she seemed perfectly fine. save for the mysterious symbol awkwardly showing from under the fine hairs of her groin.
Somehow, despite her prevailing fatigue, Tsunade hadn’t slept in, and she was only a few minutes late out of the door. Her usual anbu escort, a lone hood and mask wearing shinobi discreetly stationed across the way, wordlessly blinked out of view after a small nod, wordlessly trailing her from the shadows, vigilant for danger even though the Hokage mansion was literally right next door to the Academy, where the administration offices were situated.
The beginning of the morning seemed normal like any other. Shizune was still on leave, so Tsunade was for the most part by herself in the office, save for the occasional shinobi or village worker delivering news or receiving assignments.
Then, for some reason, her anbu escort appeared in front of her.
“Hokage-sama, you’re lunchtime appointment is here.” the anbu said. Tsunade looked at him quizzically. What lunchtime appointment? Did she forget something?
The anbu opened the door, and a squat, plump little man, dressed luxuriously, was shown into the room.
“Ahhh, Hokage-hime!” The squat man said, a smile stretching ear to ear. Tsunade could literally see the shine of his oily skin. She couldn’t remember having seen this man before, even though his appearance was so distasteful as to be unforgettable.
Not remember who the man was, Tsunade couldn’t help but look to her anbu for assistance.
“Hokage-sama, Matsui-san is one of our village’s foremost benefactors. The Matsui family’s patronage has paid for several of our facilities since the days of Yondaime.” the anbu whispered to Tsunade’s ear, although not soft enough for Matsui to not hear.
“You’re too kind, anbu-san, my brother handles the family business. I’m merely a fun loving carefree man looking for simple thrills. I’m so happy to see that Tsunade-hime is just as beautiful as I remember her!” The plump man’s smile widened as he waved his hand dismissively.
“Ah...Matsui-san, thank you for your patronage, what can I do for you?” Tsunade said politely.
“Matsui-san is here for his appointment with you, Hokage-hime, or have you already forgotten I informed you of this last night?” the anbu said from next to her, removing his mask.
It was Kunio.
Immediately, memories of what had happened in the A.H.T.J office from the day before flooded back to her, and Tsunade jumped out of her chair, away from both Kunio and Matsui.
Only to collapse to her knees as her entire body, as if remembering the pleasure from the day before, shivered, becoming too heavy for her to stand properly.
“Oooh Kunio-san, what is going on, I thought you told me there was no danger!” Matsui exclaimed, bringing his hand to his mouth but not losing his smile.
“It is as you were promised, Matsui-san, Hokage-hime is on her personal time right now, and thus is under the employ of A.H.T.J. You may make any reasonable request of her and she will oblige you.” Kunio said, before turning to Tsunade.
“It appears you do not remember what I told you after we finished the contract. Matsui-san is your first appointment for your work as part of A.H.T.J’s debtor workforce. You will service him as he wishes for an allotted time of no more or less than one hour, starting with the moment he entered this room.”
What?!
Fighting against her own body weight, Tsunade struggled to her feet, a hand on her table.
“Ooooh, so the clock is already running. I mustn’t lose any more time then!” Matsui cried out jovially.
“Would you please remove your clothing for me, Hime?” He said.
“Wh….why would I UNNNNNNGH.” Tsunade said, before she felt her loins throb painfully, nearly doubling her over. The pain started in her groin, but quickly spider-webbed throughout her body, rolling over her breasts with electrifying agony.
Somehow, she knew that if she obeyed Matsui and removed her clothing, the pain would go away and she would be rewarded.
The compulsion was too strong, and too quickly, Tsunade found herself reaching for her waist sash, the pain already slightly more bearable once she made the decision to do so.
With shaking hands, she undid the sash, letting it fall to the ground. The pain was less now.
“Ooooh Tsuna-chan! That won’t do at all. I can’t see you properly!” Matsui exclaimed, pointing at the space in front of him. He wanted her to come around the desk before resuming stripping.
“I...Kunio?!” Tsunade looked at the man, who nodded.
“Don’t look at me. Matsui san is your client for your lunch break. Matsui-san, I’ll give you some privacy now.” He said, moving towards the open window.
“Wait! Kunio-san, there’s no bed in here! Where am I going to relax and enjoy Tsuna-chan’s company?” Matsui said, genuinely distraught at the prospect of not having a soft bed in the room.
Wordlessly, Kunio formed a few signs, and then pushed one palm out towards an empty space near the Hokage desk. From his palm, a pillar of wood erupted, rapidly expanding and forming itself on the ground, first becoming rectangular, then gaining legs, a headboard, and posts. Kunio further retrieved a small scroll from under his cloak, one that is used to store shinobi tools. With a poof of smoke, the large hitherto wooden bed he had grown from his hands was now furnished with a thick mattress, covered with silky bedsheets and fluffed pillows.
“Amazing, Kunio-san, you may go now.” Matsui clapped his hands, already plopping himself down on the bed, bouncing on it a few times and smiling approvingly, before waving Kunio off.
Kunio had already bounded back towards the window, and as he blinked out of it, he drew the drapes shut behind him.
Tsunade hadn’t moved from where she was behind the desk, but she had already undone her sash and let her shirt fall open, and her nipples were peeking out from her lapels.
“What are you waiting for, Tsuna-chan?” Matsui said, licking his lips from where he sat at the edge of the bed. His voice was much less playful now, and Tsunade shuddered as she felt its sleazy undertone.
“You...I...the debt.... don’t tell me….” Tsunade stuttered, almost uncomprehending, but deep down already realizing what her current predicament was.
“Are you surprised?” Matsui said oily. “Many woman who can’t pay off a gambling problem find work paying off their debts using their bodies. Surely you knew this, now come, kneel right here.” He was pointing to the spot between his legs, where a very visible bulge in his pants was begging to be let free.
“I...this is not what I signed up for” Tsunade thought to say, but only managed to reach the word “not….” before her loins once again erupted in pain.
Matsui sighed, seemingly annoyed but still jovially patient.
“I was afraid this was going to happen. Kunio did too good a job with the contract. Here, how about we role play a little. Maybe it will be a little less embarrassing for you this way.”
From around his waistband, he produced a pair of wooden blocks with ink writing on them, and clapped them together three times.
On the third clap, the writing on the block glowed blue.
Tsunade felt a surge of energy from within her loins, a surge different than the pain from earlier. She looked down, and was horrified to see something bursting from where the seal on her crotch was, ripping through the front of her pants.
It was one of the wooden dummies from Kunio’s office. No, two….four dummies. As quickly as they sprouted from her groin, they stood fully erect, surrounding her.
Each dummy, invigorated with chakra, immediately brought their birch-colored wooden hands together as if to make a seal, and as soon as they did, their arms transformed into the same flexible wood vines that had bound Tsunade the day before, and within seconds, Tsunade was back in the same compromising position she was before.
“Here here, bring Tsuna-chan to the bed, and please do get her ready for me. It’s always such a hassle, getting women into the mood.” Matsui said. The dummies, whose legs remained untransformed, carried a bound Tsunade over to the bed, having already discarded her clothes onto the floor.
Tsunade was at a loss for words, although even if she had known what to say, would not have been able to, as the same vines that had rendered her speechless the day before now resumed their work in doing so.
Once she was squarely set against the soft bed, the mokuton dummies eased up their bindings so as to not obstruct Matsui’s view of Tsunade’s naked body. Her wrists were bound upwards, while thin strands of wooden sinew bound her calves up against her thighs.
Tsunade looked down to see the triangular glyph on her crotch extend two tendrils upwards, past her abdomen, disappearing under her breasts, before reaching around them to wrap around her nips. She felt a third, much shorter tendril do the same to her clit.
The familiar chakra started flowing, and very soon, Tsunade shamefully became aroused despite all efforts to the contrary.
Meanwhile, the squat, smug little man was busy disrobing himself, although only so far as to remove his pants and opening up his kimono to reveal his very much erect penis, which bumped up against the underside of his sagging gut.
Oh god, what have I gotten myself into. Tsunade could only wonder, as Matsui clumsily climbed up between her legs in the bed. Without thinking, she tried to scoot her pelvis back away from him, but as soon as she did additional vines gripped the ones that frogtied her legs, and dragged her back into position underneath her rapist.
“uuunnoooooooo!” Tsunade protested, before squeezing her eyes shut at the inevitable, first feeling Matsui’s gut smashing against her abdomen below, then, the unseen prick hidden beneath slide effortlessly into her moist passage.
“Ahhhhhhhh Hime, this is the best!” Matsui exclaimed, and to her horror, allowed himself to fully weigh down onto her body, his short stature easily allowing him to bury his head between Tsunade’s breasts.
“I’ve dreamt of these pillows for years!” He exclaimed, giddy, and grabbed both of her tits with his hands, mashing them against the side of his face. Tsunade shuddered at the feeling of his oily skin pressing against her own.
“Ok, roleplay time.” Matsui lifted his head from between her tits to happily look up at her. “You’re a kunoichi that failed in an espionage mission against Konoha, and I’m the interrogator responsible for pulling your secrets out of you, but those secrets are sealed in your slutty pussy, so I can only unseal those secrets by pouring my seed into you, hahahaha.” With that mirthful laugh, he started humping himself against her, the act itself less of thrusting into her and more of rubbing his gut up against her.
It was so disgusting Tsunade nearly threw up. It didn’t help that the three tendrils toying with her buds had retracted as soon as she was wet. Now, it really was a pleasureless session as Matsui sloppily fucked her.
He fucked her so lazily, without any effort to actually please here, that even though the thought of closing her eyes and imagining it was Dan between her legs occurred to Tsunade, she couldn’t even begin to formulate the barest of that fantasy, as doing so would certainly be the worst insult towards her memory of making love to Dan.
Less than two minutes later, Matsui came, and Tsunade wished that was the end of it.
“And now your secrets are all mine, ahahahahaha!” he said, apparently still playing out the absurd fantasy situation.
Tsunade could only glare at him hatefully, having not made a single sound during the sex.
Matsui seemed to wilt a little under her glare, but then puffed himself up, suddenly looking annoyed and angry.
He grabbed the two blocks of wood, and clapped three more times. The mokuton holding Tsunade down flared to life again.
“Give Hokage-Hime something to feel good about while I explain her situation to her.” He commanded, and Tsunade was lifted into the air, suspended from four angles by the mokuton dummies, with dozens of probing tentacles now caressing her body, channeling pleasure-inducing chakra into her. It was irresistible, and within moments she had climaxed, although it was nowhere near the mind-numbing pleasure she had felt yesterday at Kunio’s office.
“You know, Hokage-hime, ever since I saw you when I was fourteen and you were what...twenty-five, I thought to myself, ‘that’s the most beautiful kunoichi Konoha has to offer, what a pity that by the time I’m older she’ll probably be an old hag. Imagine my surprise when you turned out to be able to stay this young looking, hahaha.” he said. having propped himself up against the headboard with several pillows under his back for support, looking up at Tsunade, who had been maneuvered by the bindings to hover just above him, her breasts dangling well within arm’s reach. The vines around them retracted, with the mokuton continuing to pleasure her everywhere except for her breasts, which Matsui was now fondling again.
“I was so happy when Kunio-san came to me with the idea for A.H.T.J. I mean, I had fantasies about you having to whore yourself out to pay off your gambling debts, but I figured no one dared to force one of the ‘Legendary Three Ninjas’ to do anything she didn’t want to do. Fortunately, Kunio showed me a plan that was too good to pass up.”
You sick bastards…. what plan. Tsunade thought.
“You know, you have no one to blame other than yourself. I’m no ninja expert, but I’m certain you could’ve easily beaten Kunio to a pulp if you had refused his offer. Instead, you foolishly decided to let him rope you into that fancy chakra contract.”
It was true, Tsunade felt a new flood of embarrassment that had nothing to do with her most recent climax. She had let her guard down, been coaxed into complacency by Kunio.
“I’m sure Kunio will eventually tell you, if he hasn’t already, but he’s actually part senju. That’s right, Tsuna-chan. You two are distant cousins. How distant, I don’t know. Anyhow, through some means, Kunio-san can use mokuton just like Shodaime, and just like Shodaime, he’s become very good at sealing chakra. The scroll you signed yesterday was originally created to seal something as great as the tailed beasts, so even if you are one of the strongest kunoichis to have lived, it’s no surprise that the scroll can suppress your chakra.”
Tsunade had stopped struggling now. She was close to hanging her head in defeat, if it weren’t for her body’s constant convulsions at the mini orgasms that gave her just enough pleasure to be humiliating but not enough to numb her recognition of that humiliation.
Matsui crinkled his nose when a thick strand of sticky fluid dripped forth from Tsunade’s crotch, a mixture of his semen and her own cum, falling onto his thigh.
As if the smug bastard wasn’t already oily and filthy all on his own.
“So, like Kunio must’ve told you yesterday, your Hokage salary barely pays for the interest on your debt, so unless you swallow that pride, Hime, and work hard like it says in the contract, then you’ll never be able to pay off the debt. What do you say, shall we start over, I think I’m almost ready for round two!” he said, his limp member slightly twitching.
The vines inside her mouth removed themselves, allowing Tsunade to speak, which she did, after a long pause.
“What if I back out now, out of this contract? I won’t tell anyone what has already happened, and I’ll find some other way to pay back your business.” she was still hanging over him, and had to push the words out through gritted teeth as he was currently swatting her breasts from left and right, letting them swing to and fro like juicy pendulums.
“A very good question! I knew you’d ask that!” Matsui said, not stopping his physical humiliation of her.
“Unfortunately, if you were to back out now, it would be a clear violation of the clauses of the chakra contract, and you would be sealed within the contract scroll until Kunio-san lets you out. Even then, you won’t ever regain access to a majority of your own chakra, which remains bound by the contract, or so I was told.
The only thing that could happen after that is you would have to sign a new contract with Kunio-san to release your chakra from the current one, and I think you’d understand if the new contract will be even less forgiving than your current one.”
“I… see… then… how long is this contract going to last?” Tsunade numbly asked.
“Well, that depends on you. I’m not as good at business as my brother, I guess that’s why he handles the family business. But… well I’m matching your Hokage salary for just this one meeting, so I’m sure if you worked hard everyday, you’d be free within a year… assuming everyone pays as well as I do.
“Pay...let’s get this straight. I’m not a prostitute…”
“Well, if you’d like to work for free then…”
“That’s not what I… shut up!”
“Ahahahaha, a joke, Tsuna-chan, a joke!” Matsui laughed.
“But you know, I was promised full cooperation from you this meeting, but I ended up doing all the work. So, contractually, I think I didn’t get my money’s worth. I think Kunio would agree that I’m due at least a partial refund. Actually, I don’t think I should have to pay at all!”
“Wait… no!” Tsunade said, the thought that she had just been meaninglessly forced to suffer this degrading rape for nothing overriding her prior hesitation.
“Let me down… I’ll… cooperate…”
“I was going to do that already, but it’s good to hear you say so yourself.” Matsui said, touching his hand against the wood bindings around her arms. That was enough for the mokuton to gently lower Tsunade back into the bed, straddling Matsui’s lower legs with her hands placed on his droopy chest.
Matsui couldn’t help but tense up as the woman was freed, but as soon as he saw she wasn’t going to attack him, immediately became smug, swelling with confidence.
“Very nice. Now, you left a dirty spot on my thigh. Clean it up with your mouth… wait! First, come here and give me a kiss.”
“No…” Tsunade softly exclaimed, the thought of this man being her first kiss since Dan nearly bringing tears to her eyes, but one withering look from Matsui, and she immediately complied, knowing the repercussions for refusal. Bending forward and bracing her hands against the headboard, she closed her eyes and brought her lips to Matsui’s salivating mouth, shuddering as she made contact.
One of Matsui’s hands wrapped around her neck, and Tsunade’s eyes snapped open as he forcefully slid his tongue into her mouth, which filled with the taste of rancid saliva and the taste of the grilled meat he had recently eaten, along with the aftertaste of sake.
The kiss lasted so long Tsunade had to fight the urge to wretch directly into Matsui’s mouth, and she was almost relieved when it ended, except what she had to do next wasn’t any better.
She scooted back off of his legs, shuddering as his toes brushed up against the underside of her groin. bending down, Tsunade shamefully placed her open mouth on the dribbled splotch of their cum, sucking all of the combined mess of body fluids up and trying to swallow it without tasting, which, unfortunately, was impossible.
Matsui was almost at full mast now with his second erection, and reaching down, placed two fingers under Tsunade’s chin as she looked up from cleaning his thigh, and coaxed her towards him, just far enough to rest her trembling lips against the tip of his cock.
Tsunade couldn’t hold the tears back anymore, and felt two warm streaks run down her eyes, warm streaks that gushed even faster when she squeezed them shut as Matsui guided her head down into his groin, her forehead and nose pressing against his gut well before she felt his member against the back of her throat.
“What did I say about me doing all the work?” Matsui said silkily, and Tsunade forced herself to immediately start bobbing her head against his cock. Thoughts of Dan came into her head again, but it was impossible to pretend that the cock in her mouth was anything other than what belonged to this greasy lowlife.
“Ooooh slower, Hime, I know you’d rather I cum quickly so you can be done, but remember we have a full hour, so no matter what you do, I still get to enjoy your company for another.... forty-nine minutes, hahaha. Ooooh, use your tongue, there there, no need to take your mouth off so far. I like the warmth, more tongue, less bobbing. And for heavens sake, stop crying all over my belly.”
Tsunade wasn’t crying. The tears were simply uncontained rage and sadness. She did exacty as Matsui instructed, and felt him swell even more in her mouth, soon having to bend her head forward to open up more of her throat to him.
“Don’t forget your hands, I like a soft touch under there.” Matsui said, smiling as Tsunade’s fingers wrapped around his balls. He deliberately didn’t give her any further directions as to how he wanted to be fondled down there, knowing it was far more humiliating if she had to consciously try and please him.
“One hand is more than enough, play with yourself with the other one.”
Matsui was amused when he found out this was the command that hurt Tsunade the most, as her entire body trembled as she contained her obvious desire for disobedience. He out right snickered when she finally reached between her legs and started to finger herself, relishing the wet sounds her digits were making against her pussy.
“Now, here’s the hard part. If you do it right, we’ll end the session early and I’ll still let you earn full pay, okay? Make yourself cum at the same time as me. If you do, we’re done here. If you don’t, well, I’ll think of something entertaining.” Matsui said.
Both of them knew it was an impossible task. Even if Tsunade had the skill and intent to make herself cum at the same time as Matsui, they knew instinctively that the chakra seal on her crotch had a large degree of control over her own arousal. Matsui, being ‘nice’, as he later described it, communicated via the wooden blocks that he wanted to make her cum, if only just seconds before he came himself.
Thus, after ten deliberately prolonged minutes of Tsunade suffering the taste of her tormentor’s cock while trying to keep herself just on the edge of cumming, so that she’d be ready for him, she was very visibly broken when her own arousal suddenly spiked, resulting in yet another micro-orgasm that didn’t satisfy her as much as the amount of fluid that drenched her inner thighs would suggest.
A mere second after her convulsions were finished, Tsunade’s head jerked as Matsui’s cum flooded her mouth.
“Do drink it all up, Tsuna-chan. Oh, and it appears you came just before me. What a shame, I’m a man of my word, and you nearly earned yourself an early break, hehehe.” Matsui said, rubbing her failure in her face, even though he had actually communicated through the wooden blocks to the seal on Tsunade’s crotch to push her over the edge when he felt he was almost ready to go. He kept a firm grip on the nape of her neck as she gulped down each spurt of his seed.
“On your way up, do a thorough cleanup with your pretty tongue.” As if she hadn’t tasted enough of his semen already.
“We have… just a little more than thirty-five minutes.” Matsui said, and without pause, clapped his wood blocks to place Tsunade back in the mokuton’s bondage.
This time, the bondage took form with vines sparsely slithering up around Tsunade’s entire body, keeping much of her skin revealed but otherwise hugging her like a lewd shell or armor. She didn’t need a mirror to know how erotically suggestive she looked right now. Chakra from her seal flooded into the wood covering her skin, but this time, with less pleasure, and more dominance, as she felt her own body give into every movement of its outfit.
“Kunio-san’s really amazing.” Matsui said, licking his lips as he tucked himself under the sheets now that Tsunade was standing at the foot of his bed. “It’s like the mokuton is alive, I can give it orders without even saying a word! Okay, Tsuna-chan, I’m sure many of your future clients would enjoy it, so you should let the mokuton teach you how to dance now.”
Even as he said it, a few more strands of the mokuton completed the humiliation, reaching up into not just her pussy, but into her rear as well, depositing their chakra there.
Against her will, Tsunade began to gyrate her hips, slowly twirling around on the floor as she raised her arms above her head, rocking her breasts in the air.
She knew when she did something right, as her loins were rewarded with a pleasurable tingle. When she tried to struggle against the mokuton’s control of her, she received a substantial shock to her entire body, but mainly to her loins.
Anticipating that she might want to cry again, Matsui had the mokuton form covers around her eyes, forcing Tsunade into utter darkness, leaving her to focus all the more on obeying, feeling, and learning the motions the mokuton shell was forcing upon her.
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Matsui doesn't have a first name right now. I randomly chose Hideki while writing, but realized I subconsciously recalled the name of Hideki Matsui a former professional Japanese basenball player. Talk about lmao. No, I can't do this to poor Hideki. So for now, Matsui still needs a name. Any suggestions for a name belonging to no real persons is welcome. No really, I'm still laughing at the unintentional naming.
Chapter 3 might not be as quick as this, but who knows. I’m quite loaded on caffeine right now, and apparently jerking off once while writing chaps 1 and 2 didn’t kill my libido. TMI? Yes, probably, TMI. Sorry.
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