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Ino's Lovely Life	By : Scoops Category: Naruto > General Views: 38667 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-Just Another Day - Ino Tagteam
- 2-Frustrated Cherry Blossom - Sakura
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A Sakura-focused chapter this time. Happy New Year! Read and review!
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Sakura Haruno was a beautiful girl. No one would argue that. With her smooth complexion, toned body, and of course, unique hair, she was quite the vision. Though her path to womanhood had not been... elegant, puberty had been quite generous to her, and, thanks to Ino, she had even developed a decent sense of fashion. It was truly a shame that no one ever noticed her.
Ino was always in the way, taking all the attention, a small girl who cast a large shadow.
Indeed, growing up next to Ino was one of life's great injustices. Ino was just... better than her. And everyone made sure she knew it. From the day she was born, Ino could do no wrong. And even if she did, her clan, especially her father, made sure that that "wrong" became a "right." To say that she was spoiled rotten would be the world's second largest understatement. The first, of course, was the sentence, "Ino was a beautiful girl." For Ino, beautiful was not even close to the right word. Sakura was beautiful, Tsunade was beautiful, Hinata Hyuuga was beautiful. Ino was something else entirely.
Ino put perfection to shame. Truly, she seemed not a girl, but a goddess fooling around in a mortal realm. She seemed out of place wherever she went, a sparkling sun whose brilliance warped the space around her. Indeed, Ino seemed to have a remarkable superpower to make any girl around her instantly invisible, unnoticeable to even their most dedicated. But if she was a goddess, she was certainly a cruel one. She used her natural gifts for her own benefit, and often times just for her own amusement, teasing and manipulating, backstabbing and blackmailing. She would have been hated if she wasn't so loved.
This conflict was evident in none more so than Sakura. Indeed, while Sakura loved Ino more than anything, she also hated the girl. Because as much as everyone in the village admired her, that was nothing compared to her own love for herself, her pride, narcissism, and selfishness. And Sakura bore the brunt of Ino's flaws. One could only live with Ino so long before losing it. And Sakura was far beyond that point. And, to be honest, it wasn't fair, Sakura was a great person.
Sakura was a kunoichi through and through. Though the war was over, and Konoha's demand for a standing force of kunoichi had dropped considerably, Sakura still trained everyday, keeping her mind and body sharp for the sake of the village. Most kunoichi had dropped out of active duty, the pay simply not worth the pain and effort of the ninja lifestyle. But it was the only lifestyle Sakura knew, and as the best medical ninja and the Hokage's pupil, she was one of the few women Tsunade trusted to send out on what few missions sprung up. A soldier, teacher, philantropist, doctor, and role model, Sakura was the perfect kunoichi.
And yet, she was only a stepping stool to Ino. Even her patients, whose lives Sakura had literally saved, would ask her about Ino, who, despite working at the hospital almost zero hours per week, got more thank you notes and gifts than the rest of the staff put together. Indeed, Ino was constantly bombarded with so many gifts and letters in general that they had to dedicate an entire room of their apartment to house her things. It really wasn't fair.
Ino had been the first of the Konoha 11 to abandon her ninja duties, though Tsunade still sent her out on special missions of the "relationship-building" type. Indeed, Ino was quite good at "relationship-building." She seemed to be able to soothe budding conflict like none other, and could secure even the most ambitious treaties solo, coming back with nothing but bruised knees. But all told, Ino wasn't really an active kunoichi anymore. She had better ways to spend her time. And though Ino was technically employed as a part-time nurse and florist, most of Ino's days were spent gossiping, flirting, and scoring free meals off of guys. And sex, of course. Lots and lots of sex.
While Sakura was off cleaning bedpans, doing paperwork, or whatever else losers like her did, Ino was on a permanent honeymoon. A fervent zealot of the cult of cock, Ino took it in every direction. In her mouth, from behind, and, when she was feeling particularly feisty, in between her tits. Truly, she could make a whore blush.
Sakura, on the other hand, was a virgin. A fact that Ino made a point to tease her about.
In truth, it was surprising that the two girls were such good friends. Sakura and Ino were very different girls. And they argued constantly. Sakura and Ino got routine noise complaints from their neighbors, their heated arguments audible throughout the entire floor. Ino's frequent and insanely loud fuckfests didn't help either.
Indeed, Ino's fuckfests were actually a constant source of discord between the two girls. Sakura, internally and eternally hurt by Ino having sex with other people, demanded that she at least do it somewhere else. On the otherhand, while Ino was not fundamentally opposed to doing it in any location, she had had enough awkward mornings of waking up in someone else's home. Dealing with angry wives was not her favorite way to start the day. Screechy hags and a hangover were a bad combination. On the other, otherhand, Sakura was right to want Ino to take her nightly horizontal gymnastics elsewhere. The two girls shared a bed. Perhaps share was a generous word. Like most things ostensibly split between the two girls, Ino dominated it. While the original plan was for two separate bedrooms, Ino simply had so much stuff that her original bedroom had been converted into a large closet, which was nearly overflowing with clothes and trinkets as it was. It was perhaps a little unfair for Ino to savagely fuck on their shared bed, but, to her credit, Ino was uncharacteristically fastidious about cleaning up. With a few exceptions, it was hard to tell just how many bodily fluids were spilled everywhere. Regardless, the eternal conflict of where, when, and how Ino got fucked was a daily conflict that rumbled through their home everyday.
The two girls, best friends, truly lived a strange life. But perhaps what was most unexpected was the fact that, despite all their differences, neither had ever had a boyfriend. Though the reasons behind this common circumstance could not be more different.
For Sakura... Well, she liked girls. Or girl. Sakura had never really liked anyone or anything besides Ino. And while some people didn't get homosexuality, one look at Ino was more than enough to justify Sakura's orientation.
As for Ino... The reason she didn't have a boyfriend was quite different. She liked guys. Though some of her naughtier missions had awoken a small sapphic side in her, Ino really liked guys. In the plural. And while she imagined she would eventually shack up with some guy and make him miserable, she hadn't met anyone who could even hope to truly satisfy her. She had endless guys begging for it, but she had never accepted anyone as a boyfriend. For while just about anyone, or anything, including her own middle finger, could give her mindblowing orgasms, what Ino sought was more.
Ino had always been an incredibly greedy, selfish, and cruel girl. As a kid, it was not enough for her to succeed, she needed others to fail. And Ino always got what she wanted. Indeed, her childhood was not a really a process of growing up, but rather simply getting larger. Larger and curvier, in all the right places. Ino was still a spoiled, greedy little girl at heart. And despite getting viciously gangbanged on the regular, the thought that there were men, cocks, out there that weren't presently in her filled her with an immense greed that forced her to never settle.
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Mornings after were always tough for Ino. It was usually because of all the cum. While Ino was perhaps the biggest fan of semen to ever exist, dried cum was really a pain in the ass. Well, a pain in her eyes, hair, face... just about everywhere. She had curled up in a ball overnight and things were painfully stuck to other things, mostly her pantyhose, hair, and shirt, which were all plastered randomly on her body by a glossy veneer of cum.
With a sigh, as though she were the most poor, deprived girl in the world, Ino tore herself off the ground, and staggered to the bathroom, partially from fatigue, partially because her clothes were tripping her, but mostly because she was really sore. A spitroast could do that to a girl.
Ino emerged from the restroom two hours later, glowing magically as if nothing had ever happened to her. What happened in Ino's bathroom was truly a mystery. Many a girl gossiped about Ino's own private stash of perfume and make-up, how she used her knowledge of botany to craft her own beauty products. There was some truth to this rumor. Nearly every surface of the the bathroom was literally covered in strange unmarked bottles, arcane concoctions with purposes unknown to anyone but Ino. Sakura had asked once, and Ino had threatened to kill her. The blonde was pretty protective of her things.
Still wet from her shower, Ino stepped into her room-turned-closet. Rows and rows and rows of neatly organized clothes greeted her. Tapping her chin thoughtfully, Ino perused her collection, the catalogue of clothes in front of her worth more than most people's homes. She finally settled on a salaciously short chemise, flinging it onto herself with abandon out of proportion to the garment's monetary value.
Fixing up her trademark ponytail, Ino waltzed back into the bathroom and, after giving her reflection an analytical look, grabbed a sponge, one of her many unmarked bottles, and got to work. Given her high-class upbringing, Ino was a surprisingly diligent cleaner. Falling to all fours, bearing her succulent naked rear for anyone to see, Ino was met with the mess that was her resting spot last night. It smelled amazing. Sweat, semen, saliva... Unable to resist the temptation, she bent down and had a taste of the caked juices.
"Mmmm..." Though Ino did not really remember much of last night, the powerful flavor triggered a small foggy flashback that made her body pulse with pleasure. "Fuck."
With a small shake of her head, Ino started scrubbing the floor clean with a determination uncharacteristic of her usual lazy and airy self. Perhaps it was her intimate familiarity with being on all fours and doing repetitive hand motions, but Ino worked with great enthusiasm. The truth of the matter was a little less innocent.
If Sakura's secret was that she was a lesbian, Ino's was that she was a masochist.
Maybe it was some sort of compensation for being spoiled rotten, but Ino loved to be degraded. She adored being hurt, punished. Daddy had never done it, and she needed that sensation. In a life brimming with pleasure, pain was true happiness.
For Ino, being subservient, being used like a whore, a cumdump, a slave, was indescribably amazing. Being pampered all her life, it felt so good, so pure, so fucking raw to be taken advantage of, degraded. There was nothing better than being skewered in an explosive hair-tugging hatefuck by a man whose life she had just ruined.
It was a such thrill to engage in the forbidden, to get down and dirty. Getting hit, choked, twisted, crushed, penetrated... It had gotten to the point where Ino craved abuse. Ino often wondered what would've happened if she had ever gotten captured by the enemy. Would they torture her? Rape her? The thoughts gave her chills.
On her hands and knees, Ino couldn't help but fantasize about being some poor scullery maid, cleaning the castle of an immensely cruel master. Maybe if she didn't do a good job, he'd punish her... Maybe he'd slap her... Maybe he'd choke her... Maybe he'd grab her hair, push her down, and force her to, as she had been doing just a moment ago, clean the floor with her tongue, all the while pounding her from behind...
Ino was so lost in depravity that she barely noticed a key scrapping at the door. With a small gasp, she managed to stand up and turn around just as Sakura swung the door open.
Ino's arousal was obvious. Her pearly nipples were jabbing prominently through her shirt. It didn't help that Ino didn't dry off very methodically. The shirt was so thin that, with the moisture, it was just about see-through. She was wearing nothing else except a hairtie.
Sakura stared. She had spent the past night in a hotel, fingering herself wildly to fantasies of Ino. For a split second, looking at the devilishly heavenly image before her, she wondered if she was still dreaming. She had timed her return home to account for any clean up Ino had to do, but apparently she was still too early. The lipstick was still on the doorknob, but Sakura figured that Ino had simply forgotten to clean it.
Sakura could see just about everything. From Ino's magical perky tits to the drop of arousal running down her leg, the only thing obscured was, in typical Ino fashion, the right side of her face.
After a second of staring at Sakura, Ino shook the blush from her face and decided to go on the offensive.
"You're back~" she sang, leaping to embrace her roommate in a tight hug. Sakura could feel the diamond-hard tips of her breasts through three layers of clothes. Ino noticed too, and decided not to give Sakura a chance to react. "You know, you had me worried!" scolded Ino, trying to think of the most grotesque images in the world to calm her tits. "I was about to go out there to rescue you, and you know what all that humidity does to my hair!"
Sakura stood stiffly has Ino jabbered into her ear. Ino smelled, looked, and felt so good. Sakura wished Ino would back up from the hug so she could take a better look at her again... Saliva pooled in her mouth, a practically Pavlovian response to Ino's presence.
Sakura swallowed audibly. "Yeah..." Wrapped so firmly in the arms of the girl she had dreamt about for years, her vocabulary was that of a 5-year-old's.
"Well you must be tired," stated Ino authoritatively. "Have a rest." Swinging behind her best friend, Ino pushed Sakura roughly between the shoulder blades, scooting her into the bedroom. Sakura barely had a chance to kick off her shoes before she was forced away. As the pair scooted by Ino's mess, the blonde flung her discarded towel over it with her foot.
The second the pinkette's feet crossed the threshold of their shared bedroom, Ino slammed the door shut.
Ino sighed, and scrambled back to her room to put on actual clothes, hoping Sakura had not seen too much, ignoring the reality that her roommate had gotten a great look at her wet cunt.
Ino hastily slipped on a pair of nearly transparent lacy purple panties, which dampened the instant they hit her crotch. Next was a pair of bright neon yellow booty shorts. One of her more conservative garments, her shorts almost covered a generous 2/3rds of the teen's buttocks when pulled taut. The flimsy garment nicely highlighted the gleaming, flawless contours of Ino's ass, a second skin that, with every movement, rode up into her ass just a little bit more. Satisfied with her only slightly whorish outfit, Ino went back to their bedroom, eager to unpack more than a week's worth of stories and gossip.
Sakura was sitting on the edge of the bed, stretching and unpacking a small purse, her knee-high boots off to the side. She raised her head as Ino came in, slightly disappointed that the blonde had put on clothes. Sakura took just a little bit too long to appreciate her roommate's body before looking away. Ino, oblivious, leapt inconsiderately on the queen-size, rocking Sakura rudely before she spread her limbs, aggressively dominating the space. Sakura, used to Ino's rudeness, scooted a bit more to the edge. Ino grabbed a favorite of her many, many teddy bears and embraced it firmly against her chest.
"So... tell me about your mission," said Ino, more thirsty for gossip than genuinely caring about what her roommate had been through.
Sakura finished fishing out one last scroll from her purse and turned towards the blonde. The stuffed animal, Mr. Wuggles, Sakura remembered, was nestled firmly against her blonde's busom. She never thought she'd be jealous of a stuffed animal, but, its position, head just under Ino's breasts, back pressed against her crotch, was certainly enviable. She hated its dopey, soulless smile.
"What was it you were supposed to do again? Expunging or something?" continued Ino.
Sakura sighed. "Espionage Ino. Like intel gathering."
"Oh, whatever," shrugged Ino, completely unphased by her misunderstanding. "Well, what happened? Did you see anyone? Do anything cool?"
Sakura tried to formulate a coherent reply as she drank in the teen before her. Ino had a lovely bright-eyed eagerness that only a schoolgirl could muster. She had really missed her.
Thinking about the crazy mess that was her foray into Mist Country, Sakura wracked her brain for something, anything that would impress, or even just amuse Ino. In reality, there were many things she had done on her mission that were monumental triumphs, but Sakura knew Ino didn't want to hear about those. Indeed, Ino had no appetite for mission directives or anything professional. The blonde only wanted to hear about sex and violence. Sakura struggled to juggle mining her brain for stories that would satiate Ino's vapid tastes with simultaneously sneaking peeks at Ino's feminine assets.
"Oh whatever," continued Ino brutishly, "There's so much I need to tell you."
Sakura sighed. She lay back, finding some space on the periphery of the blonde.
"So, you know that dress I was looking at?" Ino did not wait for an answer, "Anyway, they finally got it in size 0, so I went in to pick it up, but the fucking stupid hag who runs the place has no idea how to bargain." The venom in Ino's voice was palpable.
"You know, a boutique store is different from a flea market," yawned Sakura, who was waiting for when Ino's tale was going to devolve into pure debauchery.
"What's a flea market?" asked Ino innocently. Sakura rolled her eyes. Ino didn't see it and gushed on. "Anyway, turns out that hag's husband runs the store on the weekends. Thankfully he has some manners."
"Lemme guess, you guys fucked?" muttered Sakura wearily, knowing full well where this story was going.
Ino kicked her. "Don't skip ahead!" she giggled. "Anyway, men really have better business acumen. He ended up giving me the dress as an apology for that hag's behavior. " Ino smiled as she reminiscenced, wrapping her legs more tightly around Mr. Wuggles as a materialistic thrill tickled her core. "It's good to know that chivalry isn't dead."
"Mmmm, and then, you obviously thanked the nice man and left the happy couple alone, right?" murmured Sakura sarcastically.
Ino nearly snorted. Sakura had a good sense of humor sometimes. "Nah, we fucked. Hard. On his bed."
Sakura grimaced with small, almost imperceptible nggh at Ino's words. A familiar cold, twisting sensation filled her. She absolutely hated when Ino talked about fucking men, envy and despair flooding her soul. It was pathetic. Ino, of course, was free to do whatever she wanted. But still... Didn't Ino know how wrong it was? Didn't Ino know that she was hers? Didn't Ino know that they were meant to be together? The knot in her stomach tightened as Ino blissfully recounted the taste of the storeowner's cock. Of course, unbeknownst to Sakura, Ino never really remembered much from any of her conquests, but that didn't stop her from spinning absolutely filthy stories. Ino squeezed Mr. Wuggles a little harder between her legs as she continued.
It was as though Ino barely acknowledged Sakura as a human, much less a sexual being. Sakura was more a diary than anything. Ino didn't think her capable of anything but unwavering support. Perhaps that was true. Sakura listened painfully as Ino wistfully shared the depraved acts she had done.
"You know Ino, you shouldn't really be messing around with married men," mumbled Sakura sheepishly, interrupting Ino in the middle of a particularly vicious retelling of how she came all over the wife's pillow.
"Meh, he came on to me," shrugged Ino. "Literally," she added with a giggle. "Came on my face... my tits... my hair, my ass, my back... He was so backed up... Sakura, kill me if I ever let my man get that backed up," commanded Ino. "Oh!" Ino sat up, "Is DNA a carb?"
"What? No," scoffed Sakura. "It's a nucleic acid," she explained, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world.
"Oh, okay," Ino laid back down, relief in her voice. "Anyway, you should've seen the look on that hag's face when she busted in on us," Ino broke down into giggles.
Sakura moistened as the unbelievably girly sound of Ino losing it filled their bedroom.
The blonde composed herself and put on a high, screechy voice. "20 years of marriage," she mocked, "And for what, this blonde slut?" Ino cackled with delight, unable to keep up the impression any longer. "He didn't even pull out when she said they were getting divorced," laughed Ino, way too pleased.
"Oh no," breathed Sakura, "They got divorced?"
"The marriage was doomed to fail anyway~" cooed Ino. "They apparently hadn't fucked for like 3 months," explained Ino. "Months, Sakura. 3 months!"
"That... doesn't seem that long."
"Well it's probably a drop in the bucket for a virgin like you," said Ino self-assuredly. "But trust me when I say that's like forever. Ya know, if you didn't water a flower for 3 months, what would happen to it?"
"It would die... I guess..." begrudged Sakura.
"Exactly," beamed Ino. "Anyway, you won't believe what happened." The blonde was gushing with whispered excitement. "They couldn't decide who was going to get the shop, so they closed it down! It's been on clearance for the past week. 80% off!"
"Heh," smiled Sakura weakly. Ino really was a monster. She had poisoned their marriage and was now scavaging the corpses, not only without regret, but with great relish.
"Oooh ooh," perked Ino, sitting back up. "I almost forgot!" The blonde flung Mr. Wuggles carelessly behind her as she darted out of the room.
Sakura caught the stuffed animal and barely had time to inhale Ino's wondrous, soaring scent from its fur before the blonde whipped back into the bedroom.
"Ta-dah!" Ino brandished a garment. "I got you an outfit!"
Ino shooed Sakura off the bed as she laid out the clothes. First was a quaint headpiece, a small trapezoidal prism that displayed a gleaming red cross. The hat gave away that this was a nurse's outfit. Next was a teeny glossy red and white tube dress with a deep plunge bridged by criss-crossing red laces. Finally were two nearly transparent white sheer stockings, topped with ruby ribbons done in playful bows.
"Ino... This is uh...." Sakura could feel the heat rising in her cheeks.
"Put it on!" Ino scooped up her gift and shoved it into Sakura's arms.
Sakura looked down at the gaudy attire in her arms. It didn't look it at first, but the dress was some sort of latex, shiny and tough. Vibrant and eye-catching, it felt smooth in her arms. It was disgusting, filthy fetishwear. But at least it was high quality, disgusting, filthy fetishwear.
"Put it on! Put it on!" Ino chirped. Sakura took one look at her beaming roommate and her heart melted. There was nothing to be done.
Sighing, the pinkette marched off to the bathroom, shutting the door behind her with dismay, not sure why she didn't put up an ounce of resistance to Ino's hijinks. With another sigh, off came her qipao, gloves, headband, and shorts. Wearing only a modest pair of surprisingly girly white cotten panties, Sakura surveyed her reflection. She grimaced at the bruises, fresh from her recent mission, that decorated her body. Giving her free A-cup breasts a disappointed look, Sakura delicately folded her clothes and set them on the counter.
"Okay..." Sakura said to no one, steeling herself for a new and humiliating experience. Ino apparently had no idea what size Sakura was. The dress was way too small. It was more a corset than anything. Sakura grunted as she unzipped and wrestled with the dress. Who the hell was this designed for? Sakura was, by all measures, a very slim girl. Indeed, her size was an asset on the battlefield. Most didn't think such a petite girl could do much harm. But perhaps "petite" was not enough for this new challenge.
Sakura gave up and turned to the stockings, realizing she'd have to put them on first. They rolled up nicely to her lower thighs. Though the flimsy material didn't do much to obscure the bumps and bruises on her legs, she did appreciate how they made her legs look at least a little smoother. The ribbons were a nice touch and the elastic of the thigh highs was gentle, but still nicely accentuated her curves. Feeling pretty was nice. Feeling like a whore less so.
Somewhat satisfied, Sakura returned to the struggle of trying to cram herself into the dress. Squeaks filled the air as she squeezed and chafed herself. Flexing and squirming, Sakura finally managed to sneak her ass and thighs into the latex prison. The trick, she found out, involved having her panties ride all the way up her crack. It wasn't comfortable at all, but she fit. She gasped as she hurriedly zipped it up behind her. It actively hurt to be in. The price of fashion.
Thankfully, despite a sharp body forming bite, the garment was fairly breathable. The deep neck plunge and Sakura's tiny bust left plenty of room upstairs. Sakura looked at herself in the mirror. Despite not filling it out well, the dress hugged her quite tightly. It jammed her tits up and together. Its bottom edge, hem gilded red, ended with a tight grip on her ass, leaving a mouthwatering few inches of skin visible above her stockings. For the first time in her life, she had curves. She had cleavage. She stared at herself. Heat rose up to her cheeks and cascaded down to her core.
Sakura shook her head, trying to erase the perverted thoughts from her head. She jammed the hat onto her head and flung the door open.
Flash! A dazzling light blinded Sakura the second the door opened.
"Aaahh~ So cute~" squeed Ino, examining the latest picture on her phone. "You almost look like a real woman!"
"Ino!" shrieked Sakura, recovering from the flash. "Give me that!"
"Nuh uh," giggled Ino. "I think a few people need to see this first."
"Ino!" Sakura leapt at her roommate. Or so she planned. Her thighs, compressed together, did not generate much leverage. Instead, Sakura roughly tackled Ino, the pair of girls falling to the ground.
Slip! The collision upset the tenuous grip of Sakura's dress on her rear. As the duo crashed to the floor, Sakura's legs splayed out around her roommate as her dress slipped up, revealing her ass and panties.
"Urf!" Ino fell hard on her butt. She looked up to find her roommate mounting her, Sakura's thighs finding purchase against the slim contours of Ino's waist.
Sakura panted as she looked down, the love of her life literally in between her legs. This close, Ino's flowery scent was absolutely intoxicating. It wasn't even perfume. Ino herself just smelled like heaven. It was the same scent that she had the day they met, when Ino saved Sakura from those bullies. It was the same scent the first day they went to academy together, the day they moved in together...
Sakura was moistening rapidly. Her whole body was screaming for action. This was it. Her whole life had been leading up to this. Kiss her, kiss her, kiss her, kiss her, kiss her, kiss her, ki--
"Ew. Get off." Ino squirmed beneath her, shoving Sakura on the shoulders.
Sakura snapped back to reality. Ino, of course, was not strong enough to displace the Hokage's pupil, but the push was enough to get the pinkette back to her senses. Sakura awkwardly clambered off of the girl.
"Idiot," hissed Ino. She sprung daintily to her feet, dusting and wiping herself with a scowl, as if she had collided with something filthy. Her frown turned upside-down as she noticed the state of Sakura's dress. "Oh my God," she giggled, reaching for her phone again. Sakura's frilly panties and pasty ass were on full display. Ino was enjoying herself so much she didn't notice the sizeable wet patch decorating Sakura's crotch. Ino angled her phone for a nice picture.
"Not a chance." Sakura wrenched Ino's cell from her, gave the blonde a scathing look, then marched back into the bathroom, slamming the door behind her.
With an angry huff, the pinkette unzipped the terrible dress. Sighing as her body shifted to its natural proportions, Sakura turned her attention to Ino's phone. Purple, like most of her things, the phone rumbled quietly with notifications from what had to be more than 3 dozen shopping apps. Sakura cleared them all away, revealing a phone background that was, quite fittingly, a vanity photo of Ino herself, though a bit obscured by the myriad of popping, pink icons that decorated her home screen.
Sakura found the photo reel. With a small "ugh," she deleted Ino's picture of her, shocked and dopey, with an emphatic poke.
As the embarassing picture fell into the digital void, the next most recent picture on Ino's phone took the screen. Sakura gasped.
A lewd selfie greeted Sakura's hungry eyes. It was a picture from this morning. Ino was soaking in the tub, not 3 feet away from where Sakura was currently, completely nude. The blonde was biting her lower lip suggestively, hair let down from her trademark ponytail, both azure eyes twinkling at the camera. It was clear what the angle was trying to highlight. Half submerged below the water's glistening surface, Ino's tits were in full focus, gleaming with bouncy bouyancy. The two C-cup mounds of flesh had a deep, natural cleavage that was absolutely delectable, spurring Sakura's jealousy and stoking her rampaging lust. Sakura had quite the fixation on breasts. Flat as a board, she had always appreciated a nice pair of tits. And Ino's were far beyond nice. The luscious melons could be taken as proof of a higher power, positively divine in their perky fullness, perfect, rolling symmetry. The deep valley between her proud, plump peaks teased at an amazing pocket of flesh, tempting possibilities of what could fit in there. Each sumptuous helping of teenage tit was topped with a tiny pale peach areola, peaking with a hardened pearly nipple that wordlessly screamed "suck." The girl's ample mounds were upset only by Ino's left arm, which snaked down along the smooth contours of her body. Its destination was frustratingly not visible with the angle of the picture, but it didn't take a genius to know she was playing with herself.
It was rare to see Ino with her hair down. Indeed, more people had seen both her tits than both her eyes. Gone was her trademark ponytail, her platinum locks fanning out in a lazy sunburst around her, blending in with the bright fiberglass of the tub. It was as though Sakura had got her eyes on a rare, precious moment, Ino in a more natural state. She had, of course, just seen Ino more or less nude a few minutes ago, but nothing could compare to this view.
It was moments like these that tortured Sakura the most. She cursed under her breath as she frustratedly zoomed in on the immaculate contours of Ino's body. Sometimes Sakura liked to kid herself and pretend that Ino's beauty was an illusion, that the blonde was just dolled up in make-up all the time. The truth was Ino rarely, if ever, wore make-up. Hell, the girl barely wore clothes. No, her skin was simply naturally that flawless, smoother than the surface of the water she was bathing in. Her lips were naturally that full, it was no trick of shadow or contour. Ino was just savagely, cruelly, unfairly, hauntingly beautiful.
Sakura's panties were completely ruined at this point, a veritable quagmire of her fluids. She started leaking from her mouth too as she devoured the image. There was so much Ino to appreciate. Her crimson lips, her pearly nipples, her playful eyes, her absurdly perfect, porcelain skin... Sakura inadvertently mirrored the picture, reaching down towards her aching, empty, empty, empty pussy...
BANG!
Sakura jumped 5 feet.
"Hey Forehead gimme my phone back!" Ino's whined through the door, knocking hard.
"J-just a minute!" Sakura scrambled to throw on her clothes.
Sakura opened the door to a very unimpressed Ino, glaring at her with one hand on her hip. She whipped the phone out of her roommate's hand and, without a word, turned away from her.
Still absurdly horny, Sakura ducked into the bedroom. "I'm taking a nap," she called, hoping Ino would let her masturbate in peace.
"Mmm," replied Ino, not really listening. She kicked up the towel she had placed on the floor earlier. She had a mess still to clean up.
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Sakura made sure the bedroom door was firmly locked before stripping back down to her panties. She leapt into their queen-sized, cast a furtive look at the door, then dove under the covers, with only one thought in her mind: to finger herself for all she was worth. For the second time in as many days.
Sakura Haruno was not a pervert. At least, that's what she told herself. To be fair, touching herself to Ino was not uncommon. Indeed, her roommate was the cause of immeasureable masturbation. Countless men and women jerked off and diddled themselves to the Yamanaka heiress. But how many could do it less than 20 meters from the girl herself? No, that was a luxury reserved only for Sakura...
Sakura scooted up to the headboard, resting against a pillow, finding a comfortable spot to fuck her brains out. In an awkward coincidence. Mr. Wuggles was staring at her. Sakura kicked him to the floor with a soft tch. Then she got to work.
Like every teenage girl, Sakura had a bit of a ritual when it came to pleasing herself. Her hands worked independently, her right hurriedly unclasping her shirt while her left shot single-mindedly down to her groin. She squirmed her legs, bunching up a comfortable amount of the sheets between them as she relaxed.
It was always surprising just how tense she always was. Sakura led a stressful life, sure, dealing with decisions that would haunt even the most mature woman, but the tension she had coiled in her body was immense. It was rare that she got a real chance to truly unwind, to the point that relaxing her muscles filled her with a strange, warm floatiness.
She traced her slit with her index and middle fingers, surprised at how ridiculously wet she was, her mound absolutely drenched with arousal. Sakura breathed through her teeth as she massaged her slickness, rubbing the sensitive skin overlying her crura and labia, coaxing her clit out. Right hand tweaking her left nipple, left hand thrusting her middle finger up to the knuckle into herself, the teen worked herself into a frenzy. Heat, heat, heat...
"Fuck," she moaned shakily. Sakura kicked the covers off, not caring about being exposed. Her body was slim and lean, muscles glistening as she spasmed with every thrust. Whereas Ino's body was made for fucking, Sakura's was more practical. Her facial features were softer, rounder, kinder. She lacked the high cheekbones, pouty lips, and elegant jaw of her roommate.
Below the neck, Sakura lacked far more. It was the difference between girl and goddess. While Sakura's pathetic bust was far behind her most of her peers', it was practically incomparable to Ino's. Wildly groping her chest, the pinkette couldn't help but fantasize about the blonde's superior tits, lucious, full, creamy. How she wished to hold them, taste them... She felt herself up, wishing her body was Ino's softer, slimmer, curvier one instead.
"Fuck," she whispered again. Sakura inserted another finger into herself, bicycling them inside her pussy. She reached out with her other hand and threw Ino's pillow over her face. She nearly suffocated herself as she greedily inhaled Ino's scent. Flowers, honey, and candy hit her with the force of a tornado.
Sakura moaned lewdly as the tension within her reached a fever pitch. She raced her right hand down to her throbbing clit, caressing it gently as her left worked her from the inside. The moans she was producing actually rivaled Ino's in pure sexual energy. Sakura spread her fingers inside herself, a feeling of wet warm fullness filling her as she stretched her pussy. She arched her back like a girl being electrocuted, every fiber of her body tensing, cradling the flame inside her.
Sakura was a complete mess, eyes shut, panting rapidly as she bounced her hips up and down with astounding vigor. The tingles within her became harder and harder to ignore as she slowly lost all sense of the world. She was going insane. More. More. More~
Sakura shivered like she was dying of cold as heat exploded from within. Fire ignited her veins as she came, her heart pounding madly as she squirmed and bucked to completion. Sakura gushed with passion as she conceded to pleasure. Twisting and convulsing, the pinkette thrashed wildly, scattering Ino's many stuffed animals in a mad quest for friction, for any facsimile of touch. Thankfully, Ino's pillow did a good job at muffling the salacious moans that burst out of Sakura's throat. Her orgasm crested, crashed, and slowly ebbed, leaving her with warmth and fatigue.
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The winter sun was setting when Sakura woke up. Sakura struggled out of the lovely soft warmth of her bed. She was technically supposed to report to Tsunade as soon as she returned back to the village from any mission, but it was not a policy many followed.
Ino was nowhere to be seen. Sakura showered hastily and hustled out of the apartment. She hoped she'd be able to catch the Hokage before she left the office for the day. In a few short minutes, Sakura was in front of her boss' office, straightening her hair and patting her shorts. She had made it right before Tsunade was set to leave for the day.
Clearing her throat and tucking one renegade strand of pink hair behind her ear, Sakura knocked authoritatively on the large mahogany double doors that guarded the office of the leader of Konohagakure.
There was no response.
After another, slightly louder knock, Sakura entered.
She was met with an oh-too-familiar sight. The fifth Hokage was unconscious on top of a large stack of papers, her drool ruining the ink of what Sakura hoped were unimportant documents. A large solid white sake bottle teetered dangerously off yet another stack of papers, slanted with the weight of a foot of legal jargon.
Sakura sighed. The blondes in her life were truly degenerates. Sakura moved to secure the sake, wondering if it would be wise to rouse her mentor. She grabbed the bottle.
"Shit!" Liquid spilled over her hands. The bottle was, surprisingly, just about fill to the brim. The rice wine ran over Sakura's gloved hands, souring the documents below. With the finesse of a kunoichi, Sakura scooped up as much of the spilt liquid as she could, and flung the bottle over her shoulder, tossing it into a bin filled with bottles of the same exact brand.
"Shit, shit!" Sakura scanned the ruined documents. She grabbed a few, waving them wildly in the air, trying to dry them off.
Waving her arms like an idiot, Sakura inadvertently blew more papers off the table. With a start, she scrambled to retrieve them. One document in particular caught her eye.
Ino's smiling face decorated the corner of one page. Upon closer inspection, most of the sheet was warped and ruined by the wine she had spilt on it. Despite its condition, Sakura could make out a few words.
The large header of the document, "Torture and Interrogation Force," easily legible. A small subheader of "Psych"-- "aluation" lay under it. The rest of the document was in much smaller text, more badly smudged, but some lettering was still clear. Phrases like, "Nymphomania," "Hypersexuality," "Sexual masochism disorder," and "Rape fantasies," leapt out from the page.
Sakura's vision swam as her eyes nearly burst from her head. Dropping everything else, she grasped the fallen paper with both hands as if it were an ancient treasure, blinking to make sure she wasn't hallucinating. With the utmost care, she delicate angled it towards the large full length windows of the office, using the setting sun to transilluminate the thin report.
Part of her knew it was wrong to read a no doubt confidential psychological report on her best friend, but she had never cared less about the rules.
"Narcissistic personality disorder," "Exhibitionism," "Fetishistic disorder"... Sakura drank it all in. This was unbelievable. Insane. "Bisexuality." Sakura did a double take. This couldn't be real, could it? This had to be a joke. No one was straigher than Ino... right? She threw a look over her shoulder, fully expecting to see her roommate doubled over in laughter. But there was no one there.
Sakura's heart was pounding. She felt like she was going to explode. She felt hot. Really hot. She couldn't stay here.
Sakura skimmed past another 3 dozen smudged diagnoses to the bottom of the report, where a tight signature read "--rashi Anko. Torture and Interrogation Force." She hurriedly scooped up the rest of the papers, and hastily rearranged them on her mentor's desk. Within seconds, Sakura was out the door, headed to visit the one purple-haired woman who could give her some answers.
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Anko lived in the... less developed side of town. Sakura saw some patients from the neighborhood, mostly trauma cases and STIs. Had she not been absolutely desperate, Sakura would have no reason to be there.
"Hey honey! Where you going!? C'mere, I wanna talk to ya!"
Sakura bristled at the catcall. Really no reason to be there. Where did Anko live again?
The torture kunoichi's home had actually been used as a shelter during the war, due to its incredibly large basement. Sakura had been there many times, but had forgotten where exactly it was. It was around here somewhere...
A large gaggle of people that Sakura definitely did not want to interact with turned the corner. Sakura ducked into an alleyway before anyone could make eye contact.
Perhaps it was luck, fate, or some immensely cruel joke, but Sakura found herself right where she wanted to be. Or well, at the back door at least. Sakura tensed a bit, knowing that she probably shouldn't be in the backyard of one of her superiors. With precision, the pinkette delicately tip-toed around towards the front of Anko's flat.
Anko seemed to be doing laundry. There was a deep rhythmic thumping coming from the basement. And maybe some music. Or was that music? Sakura sharpened her ears.
"Ugh! Ugh! Nngghh!"
Sakura's eyes widened like saucers. Either Anko was doing some real weight training, or... Sakura's mind wandered. The feminine grunts were not unlike Ino's from the night before, and, given Anko's reputation, there was only one thing she could be doing.
Hunched over on her tip toes, Sakura found a small window to the basement, barely above ground level. The grunts were louder now, crescendoing in both pitch and volume.
"Guh! Ungh! Urrff..." Each pounding thump coursed through Sakura as if she was the one being penetrated, a frightening rhythm almost as fast as her heart rate. What was wrong with her? Maybe Ino was right, she needed to get laid. Her steps slowed down as she approached the window, her mind and body unable to decide whether to snoop or keep going.
She couldn't help it. With the grace of a cat, the pink-haired girl slinked down on all fours to peek at what was going on.
Sakura didn't know what she expected, but this was certainly not it.
Anko, as it turned out, was of course not doing laundry. Well, unless laundry was a nickname for Yuuhi Kurenai.
The raven-haired genjutsu specialist was in a rather compromising position. If Sakura were to describe it in a word, Kurenai was... controlled. She was wearing a lot of things that were not clothes. Bent over a shining polished wood table, the long-legged widow was restrained by a pair of glistening silver handcuffs, tautly chained to a looped stake in the wall. Her legs were similarly cuffed, held apart with a steel beam whose mirrored surface reflected the debaucherous scene. The ball gag muffling her screams was a bright red, strapped tight to Kurenai's face with gleaming leather. A matching leather choke collar decorated her neck. She was being brutally strangled, the collar squeezing relentlessly around her throat. The dazzling silver chain responsible for contracting the collar was held in a tight fist by one Mitarashi Anko, the woman Sakura, and Kurenai, apparently, had come for.
"Glk! Glurk! Glrk!" Anko savagely thrusted into the bound bitch, wearing a bright pink strap-on that was skewering Kurenai's pussy. Anko yanked harshly on the collar's chain, choking and forcing Kurenai's head back as her bound hands kept her in place, adding a cruel tension that stretched her out, in more ways than one.
Sakura watched, completely transfixed. It was as though everything was going in slow motion. She could see every detail: every hypnotic bounce of Kurenai's ass, every drip of saliva from her chin, every fleck of sweat from her body as it was pounded with a force that made the earth shake.
Heat swelled within her. Sakura wasn't even aware she was fingering herself, middle finger of her left hand pumping to the same rhythm as Anko. Kurenai was arched at the perfect angle. Sakura could see every lovely detail of Kurenai's C-cup breasts as they bounced with a bouyant soft elegance that made her IQ plummet.
Kurenai's glossy, jet-black hair cascaded in waves as her body rocked, a fantastically sharp contrast to her pale porcelain skin. She looked so fragile, like a doll. But she was getting fucked like a whore. Anko drilled her without mercy, patience, or restraint, twisting her fellow kunoichi into submission.
Sakura was not a violent person, but the way Kurenai was being taken was... perfect. Restrained and ravaged, Kurenai radiated an intoxicating energy, soaking Sakura with rays of ecstasy. The way Kurenai was dominated sent shivers down the peeping tom's spine. Anko had her completely... controlled... She couldn't talk... couldn't move... couldn't stop Anko from going as hard and as deep as she wanted... Sakura added another finger into herself. The helplessness of Kurenai's choking and gagging filled her ears, driving her wild. She could do nothing, taken advantage of, milked for pleasure like a bitch.
Kurenai loved it. Though maybe love was the wrong word. Did a child love breathing? No, Kurenai didn't love it. She needed it. She needed to be fucked. Love had nothing to do with it. It was a deeper, more fundamental, primal need at work here. She needed to be penetrated, a deep-seated evolutionary urge to submit, to be bent, broken. Kurenai glowed as she was taken advantage of, beaming happily as Anko's false phallus destroyed her from the inside out.
"Glrk! Glk! Grk!" Kurenai bounced feverishly at Anko's pace, doing her best to grind against her master's hips, her lower lips greedily slurping up the false phallus that linked the two. She writhed in ecstasy as her partner wrung her out, pathetic choked gasps of oxygen shared between trillions of blazing cells.
Smack! Anko marked her bitch with a ferocious open-handed spank, still choking Kurenai with her other hand. Smack! Smack! Forehands and backhands rained down on Kurenai's cheeks, jostling her generous porcelain orbs, flinging her fluids everywhere. She was overwhelmed by the aggression, the throbbing thrill of being taken so thoroughly coursing through her as she accepted Anko's punishment. The gag in her mouth felt so oppressive, there was so much heat that she had to let loose, she had to scream. But her choke collar reduced her voice to weak gags. She was going to explode.
Anko's strokes were long and full, stretching Kurenai to her utmost. She felt so amazingly full. The pace was so quick that Kurenai could barely register an ounce of emptiness before she was stretched beyond her limits again. Over and over again.
"Glrk, gack, gngh!" Kurenai's luscious black locks, moist and untamed, stuck haphazardly to her flushed face, bouncing and sticking randomly as she jerked back and forth with orgasmic force. She was quite the shocking sight. Kurenai used to be quite a respectable woman. The thought of her leaping at the opportunity to be bound, to be pounded into oblivion, would have been insane to her just a few months ago. She was prim and proper. She achieved jounin rank at record age and was engaged to the heir to the famed Sarutobi family. She was one of Konoha's most promising kunoichis. Well, she was anyway. That was before she met Anko. Now, none of that mattered. Nothing mattered but this feeling. Nothing mattered except getting fucked.
"Haangh, haagh," Sakura was panting on her knees, fingers a blur. Some part of her knew it was wrong to get off on physically hurting another person. She wasn't a sadist. ...Right? The thought tingled in Sakura's head, a small memory struggling to form in the maelstrom of pleasure that was frying the pinkette's brain. Sadism, masochism...? With a jolt, remembered the report that had brought her here. Ino's psychological evaluation said she had "sexual masochism disorder..." Did that mean...? Sakura took another hard, salacious look at the lewd scene before her.
Ino, Ino, Ino... Sakura was drooling wantonly now. Kurenai morphed before her, her moans tuning up two octaves, her hair becoming longer, blonder... Soon Sakura was imagining her roommate in Kurenai's place, bent over, punished. Sakura watched, fingering herself wildly, as Anko let go of the collar, and "Ino" collapsed forward, falling onto the table with a wet thud. She watched as Anko pulled out, revealing the full 11 inches that "Ino" had been taking in her lower lips, and, with both hands, Anko spread her ass. Angling her tool just slightly upwards, Anko worked her dildo into the submissive slut's rosebud.
Sakura was transfixed as the pink penis, slathered in pussy grool, slowly disappeared into "Ino's" anal canal, which was far too tight to accomodate the invader. That didn't stop Anko. Using both her hands, Anko spread and thrusted. It was hard work but eventually, "Ino" yielded, inch by inch. As soon as Anko got a solid two inches within the girl, and was no longer in danger of slipping out, Anko grabbed the collar again, tugging back as she thrust forward with reckless abandon.
"GAGH! GLRK! NNNNNNNNNNNGGGGGHHHHH~" Anko had fully hilted into her cock sleeve. The noises coming from Anko's basement were subhuman now. Bent over, broken, "Ino" vibrated with every thrust, pounded to an inch of her life, her desperate cries cut short by the collar around her throat, spitted brutally on Anko's play phallus. It was more than she could handle.
Not that Sakura was doing any better. The Hokage's student was quite an amusing sight, knees in the dirt, cheek on the ground, staring wide-eyed into a dingy basement window, panting like a bitch in heat. God, Ino was so fucking hot.
The submissive slut climaxed as Anko ruthlessly rutted into her ass, quivering around the cock embedded in her colon, her only unhappiness being unable to scream through her gag, unable to let her master, her god, know how thankful she was, how grateful she was to be raped, ravaged.
"Oh, oh, oh, oh," the pinkette moaned. Each thrust quaked through the earth, travelling up into Sakura's core, a perverse tactile connection between her and the depraved ravaging happening before her eyes. Sakura was fingering herself so hard that she broke the elastic on her panties. The girl went wild as she imagined Ino in front of her, all around her, on top of her... In her. Bits of blonde clouded her vision as her pleasure peaked, her universe snowed out with images of Ino.
Despite being a virgin, Sakura was no stranger to sexual climax. In fact, she had orgasmed to thoughts of Ino just a few hours ago. That was nothing compared to this.
The fire in her pussy washed over her entire body, the dry flint of her soul consumed by burning orgasm. She had no idea what she was doing anymore. Her right hand scampered up her body, touching her tits through her shirt in a mad scramble for more stimulation. She rocked back and forth, tensing and contracting, wringing herself out. She was spilling all over herself, bright lights exploding behind her eyes. She couldn't breathe, couldn't see, couldn't taste, she could only feel. And god it felt so good.
Before she passed out, she took one last look into the basement. Through her post-orgasmic haze, Sakura was barely able to make out a single sentence: "Hidden Shadow Snake Hands." Kurenai's screams blew her ears out.
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Sakura awoke to a sharp prodding in her behind.
"Hey kid."
Sakura spun over with a gasp, not unlike a person after a near drowning. Oh no.
Mitarashi Anko was standing over her, wearing her classic fishnets, miniskirt, and trenchcoat, as well as a rather unimpressed look on her face. Not that Sakura was currently looking particularly impressive.
Caked in drool, dirt smeared on her rapidly reddening face, Sakura wrenched her hand out of her pants. Some fluids splattered on Anko's face.
"S-sorry!" whimpered Sakura.
"Ugh," grimaced Anko, spitting and wiping Sakura's juices off her face.
Sakura scrambled to her feet. "S-Sensei, I-I was... I'm sorry, I was just--I was just walking when I heard--"
"Shut up."
Sakura's mouth instantly snapped closed.
Anko stepped forward, glaring at the pinkette. She was only a few inches taller than Sakura, but she may have well been a giant.
"You tell anyone about anything you saw here, and you'll be the one down there, taking it up your ass. Got it?"
Sakura gulped. She nodded.
"Good, now get out of my sight."
Sakura bowed her head. "I'm so sorry!" It was only now that Sakura noticed the knee-high leather boots Anko was wearing. She was burning in shame. How had all this happened... Why was she even here? Oh that's right... Sakura reached into her shorts, which were awkwardly bunched up, and fished out the crumpled psychological report that had brought to Anko's home in the first place. She gulped again, trying to find her voice. "Wait," she meeped, "Wait, I wanted to ask you about this."
Anko snatched the paper out of Sakura's hand and pulled it taut in front of her. Some of her anger dissolved into incredulousness as she looked at the paper. "Oh... this..." Anko scanned the report, her eyes trailing left and right as she read the words she had once wrote. Pausing, Anko sniffed the paper and gave Sakura a look, "Is this sake?"
"Uhhh, yes." stammered Sakura awkwardly.
"Fuck, you really need to get laid," murmured Anko.
"Is it true?" blurted Sakura. "Like, does Ino really..."
"Why do you want to know?" snapped Anko. "Will it help you get off when you peep on people?"
Sakura opened her mouth, closed it, then opened it again stupidly. "Well... S-she's my best friend," she answered weakly.
"Right. Your best friend," repeated Anko flatly. "That's why you stole a confidential report and trepassed onto my property." She paused. "Well, if you're not going to be honest..." Anko grasped the top of the paper between two fingers. With a swift shhrrrrkk, the report was torn in half. Then quarters, then eighths. At 16, Anko tossed the pieces over her shoulder.
"No!" yelped Sakura, scrambling for the tattered scraps. She stopped herself. "Please, I need to know."
"Know what? Know if my reports are true or not?" asked Anko, annoyed. "Maybe I should tell Tsunade what her little student has been up to!"
"No!" cowed Sakura, "I just... I mean..." Sakura sighed. What was the point of keeping secrets? "I love her." Another sigh. "I love Ino, okay? And I wanted to know if all that... was true." Anko opened her mouth to talk, but Sakura continued on spilling her guts, seized by an impulse to get everything out. "And I want to know what else was on that report. S-somebody spilled sake on it and I couldn't read it all," she finished lamely.
Anko stared at the pinkette. Slowly, a sly smile crept on her face. Stepping forward, she brushed some of the dirt off of Sakura's face with surprising affection. "Well, far be it from me to get in the way of true love," she winked. "Follow me." She turned with a dramatic flourish of her trenchcoat.
Sakura found her feet and trailed Anko through the threshold of her home. Anko lived rather conservatively. Sakura followed her superior through the backdoor into a small garage containing not much more than ninja tools and Anko's actual laundry machines and dryer. Sakura started to remember a little of the layout, recalling the time she had been tasked with the medical care of refuges that Anko was housing. Past another door they went, into a tight hallway, a small turn, another door, then down, down, down to the basement.
Anko kicked the door open.
Maybe it was because she was looking at it from a tiny window before, but Anko's basement was a lot bigger on the inside. Sakura gulped. The walls were lined with endless chains, hooks, pulleys, ropes, handcuffs, gags, whips, crops, collars, bars, ribbons, paddles, muzzles, blindfolds, slings, hoods, leashes, plugs, belts... There were another 3 dozen instruments Sakura didn't even recognize, though she could imagine how they could be used on a girl... Sakura was getting dizzy. It was a veritable catalogue of bondage.
The furniture was perhaps even more naughty. Sakura recognized a medical table in the corner, with rails and restraints usually reserved for combative patients. The glossy table Kurenai was just skewered upon was front and center. The leggy genjustu jounin herself was nowhere to be seen. Behind the table, Sakura could see a polished pillory and a pole decorated with clamps, rings, and discs. There were a couple full-length mirrors and a polished bureau to Sakura's left. The rest of the room was covered with scattered chains, wooden fixtures, and looped stakes.
"Have a seat." Sakura heard the door close behind her.
Sakura gulped. A seat? Where was--
Clang! Anko plopped a sturdy metal chair in front of the teen. Somehow, Sakura had missed the chairs amongst the more... exotic items in the room. Clang! Anko set her own chair across from the teen and sat surly. Sakura took her seat too, the cold metal nipping at her legs.
Sakura sat uncomfortably across from Anko, waiting for her to say something. She didn't. Seconds drew to minutes.
"Sensei, I--"
"So let's get this straight," cut Anko. "You are 'in love' with your roommate, and you want me to breach confidentiality on her mental health, so you can emotionally manipulate her?"
"N-no!" said Sakura, "Not... not manipulate..." It was a lie. In truth, Sakura was hoping, planning, on doing just that. She was so desperate for Ino to like her that she didn't care how it was done.
"Hmm," replied Anko, unimpressed. "Do you know what happened to the last person who lied to me?"
"N-no..." meeped Sakura, fully aware that Anko had caught her lie. Every cell in her body was screaming danger at this point, shuddering in Anko's dungeon of a basement, but she couldn't bring herself to move.
"Well, you saw me fuck her in the ass until she passed out." Anko's voice was cold. "Do you want to get fucked in the ass?"
Sakura gulped. The table Kurenai had just been sodomized on glistened menacingly.
"Just kidding," cackled Anko, her laugh bouncing off the walls, assailing Sakura from all sides. "Ahhh you're so cute. You remind me of myself when I was a little girl."
Sakura, perplexed and quite frankly scared out of her mind, kept silent.
"I was like you once," continued Anko in a wistful, sweepingly romantic voice. "Confused about my feelings, not sure what to do with my urges..."
"Uhh," began Sakura. She was not expecting a lecture on being a lesbian.
"I didn't have anyone to talk to. No one would understand. I thought if I spoke to anyone about it, they'd call me a freak, pervert, cast me out. I had relationships, sure, but they were always fake, unfulfilling. I was lying to myself, thinking that if I did what everyone else did, that eventually my feelings would go away. That I'd be normal too. Then I could fit in."
"Sensei, this is all--"
"It wasn't until I was a chunin that I was actually comfortable with being a sadist!"
"What!?" The narrative shift was quite unexpected.
"Yes, I know, terrible," Anko blustered on, completely oblivious to the misunderstanding. "Fortunately for you, your good old Anko-sempai is not going to let the same happen to you!"
"Wuh--I..." Sakura struggled to find the words to even begin explaining just how off base Anko was. "Uhhh, I...," Sakura stammered. "But I'm not a sadist."
"Don't lie." Anko's jovial warmth disappeared instantly, replaced by a cold piercing that could only be mustered by the village's top torture kunoichi. "Seems like you really do want to get fucked in the ass."
"But I'm not!" cried Sakura indignantly. Sakura was a medic, a healer. She dedicated her life to fighting pain, minimizing suffering. Even when she did fight, she did it humanely, with respect for human life and dignity. She derived no pleasure from the thought of harming others. Right? There was no way she was a sadist. Right?
"You came here for answers, yet you yourself won't tell the truth?" asked Anko.
"I-- I don't know." This was closer the truth. To be honest, Sakura had never really thought about it much. She had heard that people were either a dom or a sub, sadist or masochist, but Sakura didn't subscribe to either. Sex was such a tantalizing foreign concept to her that she had never considered different flavors of sexual experience. She always figured that, as a girl, she'd be more submissive, masochistic, that she'd give herself to someone bigger and stronger, spread and offer herself to someone who would claim her.
But... she didn't really want that. Sakura had always shrugged off her girly destiny. She had never particularly liked girly things or girly clothes. She was always the odd one out, a short-haired tomboy who took the initiative, standing out amongst the other girls in a male-dominated world.
She had never wanted to be a demure damsel for the boys. She wanted to be her own person, have her own strength. She wanted to be acknowledged. Sakura, as expected of anyone who grew up with Ino, had an immense inferiority complex. The girl grew up starved for attention as Ino was doted on. Every bit of praise Sakura got, even if they were throwaway scraps, collateral kindnesses from others complimenting Ino, gave the girl an insane rush. Sakura loved to feel superior. It was what motivated her to such immense heights. Indeed, it gave her great pleasure to excel in medicine or combat, to show all her doubters wrong, to prove a small girl could crush them, conquer them, own them, mentally and physically. But wanting to be in charge, craving compliments, loving the feeling of superiority... That was different from sadism, right?
But Sakura could not, in good conscious, deny that she had a sadistic side to her. Ino often joked that this darker side was "Inner Sakura," a more raw, true personality that showed up in times of emotional or physical turmoil. Indeed, Inner Sakura was the only reason she tied with Ino during their first Chunin exam, when Ino had predictably gotten the better of her.
And while Inner Sakura had definitely helped out in many a life-or-death situation, Sakura despised, and was somewhat scared of her inner demon. Her inner self was... not a nice girl. A dark, irrepressible voice, Inner Sakura would constantly remind her that she was better than everyone else. Inner Sakura would constantly whisper that she was smarter, sharper in both body and mind than the stupid, filthy, worthless peasants she met. The dark voice would tell her that her patients didn't deserve her help. That people were scum that had to be ruled, whose only purpose in life was to squirm and worship her. And as for Ino... Well, Sakura could not even enumerate the absolutely filthy, depraved things Inner Sakura wanted to do to Ino. The ways she wanted to break the Yamanaka heiress would make even Anko blush. She screamed to knock Ino off the pedestal that Sakura placed her on, to force the princess down to her rightful position, groveling on her knees at her feet. She wanted to give her the punishment she deserved. Let her know what a bad little slut she was...
Sakura shuddered. Her inner self, the part of her personality she tried to repress, was definitely a sadist.
"Well," said Anko, oblivious to Sakura's thoughts. "Let's find out." The purplette clapped her hands loudly twice, the noise bouncing around the basement.
Sakura started at the sharp noise. She wanted to ask Anko what was going on, but she knew better than to ask questions.
A rushed scrambling of footsteps quickly followed Anko's crisp claps, and Sakura had no chance to even think before the door flung open.
"Master~" A half-naked Yuuhi Kurenai burst into the room. The jounin was wearing nothing but a tight white t-shirt that ended just before her thighs. She cast Sakura a slightly puzzled look before dutifully kneeling before Anko, bowing her head.
What. The. Fuck?
Sakura stared dazed as one of most powerful kunoichi in the village, a role model for all young girls, was bowing before Anko like a servant... No, not a servant, a slave.
The delicate contours of Kurenai's bubble butt were just visible below the hem of her t-shirt, resting on the soft pale skin of her legendary luscious legs. Sakura stared at the ass that, just a few hours ago, was being fucked ragged by the very woman Kurenai was kneeling in front of.
Anko sighed, stretching her legs out. The purplette casually extended her long limbs and rested them on Kurenai's shoulders, using the accomplished kunoichi as nothing more than a very attractive footstool.
"Mmm, master~" Kurenai purred as her master planted her feet on her, rubbing her head this way and that, nuzzling her legs with feline affection, her tongue sneaking licks.
Sakura watched, absolutely mesmerized, as one of the most respected women in the village debased herself like a sex slave. She wanted to scream. Sakura wanted to yell at her, tell her to stand up for herself, that this was no way for a kunoichi, a girl, or even a human to be treated. But she found no voice.
Because in reality, Sakura did not want the show to stop. Sakura had pretty much never found anything but Ino attractive. She was less of a lesbian than Ino-sexual. But as Kurenai mewled and fussed, half-naked on her knees, completely devoted to pleasing Anko... she could see the appeal.
"There are benefits, you know, with coming to terms with your real desires." Anko shoved a toe into Kurenai's mouth, sighing contentedly as her bitch immediately started sucking. "I can teach you, you know. I can show you how to be happy. Or better yet, how to make your precious little Ino happy. Like my little pet here."
Sakura felt a deep tug somewhere in her tummy at Anko's words. She didn't like the way she said Ino's name. God she was so wet. She gulped again. Sakura did not know Kurenai very well. Hell, she did not know Anko very well either. She could not comment on their relationship, but from her perspective, it was deeply fucked up. But Anko was right. Kurenai was happy. Sakura could not see her face, but Kurenai was happy. She moaned squeakily around Anko's big toe in unmistakable joy. But the most obvious clue to Kurenai's happiness was leaking down her legs. Sakura was not the only one wet in the room. Though Kurenai's pussy was hidden from her, Sakura could see the mouthwatering rivulets of untempered arousal cascading down her perfect legs. It was all Sakura could do to keep herself from diving down there, lapping up the precious fluid.
"Pet," said Anko calmly, almost bored. "You'll be playing with Sakura today. Go get her a toy you'll enjoy. Then... assume the position." And with that, Anko roughly kicked Kurenai square in the face.
"Guh!" Kurenai toppled over from the savage kick. "Yes master," she breathed as she scrambled to right herself on all fours, nothing but sheer devotion in her voice.
Sakura watched, transfixed, as the broken woman slinked towards the desk in the corner. She stretched before it and, wrapping her mouth around a knob, pulled a drawer open. Still on her knees, Kurenai gracefully postured herself higher and delicately fished something out of the drawer with her mouth.
Satisfied, the woman fell back to all fours, crawling intently towards Sakura, who was still sitting like a very horny statue across from Anko.
The girl made eye contact with Kurenai. The genjutsu specialist's eyes were famously alluring. An unnatural, bright red, her gleaming orbs had captivated many a man. Sakura too, fell lost into her eyes. Kurenai's eyes twinkled with joy as she made her way towards the teen, her irises wide with happiness, loving warmth. Sakura was so enchanted that she did not even notice Kurenai crawl up to her and drop the item she was carrying onto her lap. The sexual energy was paralyzing. If she didn't know better, she would have said she was in an actual genjustu.
Sakura looked down. Kurenai had given her a sex toy. As sexually inexperienced as Sakura was, there was no mistaking its purpose. The silicone toy was was a pale tan. A long, delectable shaft jutted out of a wide U-bend, topped with a thick bulb. Sakura stared at it. It was obvious what she was meant to do. She picked it up with trembling, sweaty hands.
Click! Sakura started at the noise to find Kurenai placed in the pillory, both arms and neck held firmly in place in the stocks. A dark grey lock sealed any potential movement Kurenai could have had, in addition to forcing her to bend over, presenting Sakura with a view to die for.
Skree! Anko dragged a chair towards the pair. With an inconsiderate shove, she fit the chair under Kurenai's waist, propping the restrained girl's lower body up with its sharp metal back. Kurenai eep'd as the cold edge dug into her soft flesh, struggling to shift her weight, but she could barely manage to stay upright on her tiptoes. Kurenai's shirt relinquished its hold on her ass, snapping up to her waist, revealing the kunoichi's ample cheeks with a spectacular bounce. The uncomfortable writhing and squirming of the bound jounin squeezed yet more of her excitement from her weeping pussy.
Sakura was openly drooling at the sight in front of her. She had no idea what was happening and she still had many, many questions, but it was clear what was expected of her, and she would be damned if she let this opportunity go by.
Fuck modesty. Fuck sense. Fuck everything. She shimmied out of her shorts and panties, which were impressively damp. Her panties were absolutely ruined at this point, so saturated that the mere act of taking them off wrung out a generous sip of her fluids.
Sakura took a look at the dildo she was given. Sakura had masturbated plenty of times, but she had never used a toy. Those were for perverts, and, of couse, she wasn't a pervert. Another lie. Raw pussy exposed, Sakura felt quite vulnerable despite the ridiculous lust clouding all her sensibilities. Before really even thinking, she roughly shoved the thick bulb of the toy into herself.
"Unf~ Fuck." Sakura was too hasty. Even with the immense lubrication, she was not prepared for the rough insertion. The toy was far too big for her tiny cunt, the act of insertion literally caving her outside-in. She fussed at the pain, righting her pussy and angling the dick to a better working axis.
The false cock gave Sakura an amazing thrill. She felt stretched, full... and powerful. She took a step. The toy was sturdily in her, held tight by her pelvic muscles, not shifting or slipping with the movement.
Like all girls, even lesbians, Sakura was fascinated with cock. It was so weird to have something just jutting out of her crotch. But it was amazing, she felt drunk with power. Is this why guys were such idiots? Sakura literally could not wait to shove it in someone. Bristling with excitement, Sakura approached her prize.
Anko was whispering into Kurenai's ear, caressing and gently spanking her ass. Kurenai was still writhing pathetically in discomfort, the cruel back of the chair she was bent over digging roughly into her pillowly skin. Anko smirked as she saw Sakura, strapless dildo and all, step up to bat. With a final, resounding spank, she stepped aside.
"Well, have fun~"
Sakura was never one to disobey orders from her superiors. So have fun she did.
Kurenai was a veritable buffet of femininity. Up close, there was so much girl to enjoy. Sakura breathed heavily, inhaling the intoxicating girly scents of Kurenai. With a sudden pang, Sakura realized that this would be the first time she touched another girl, another person. Some tiny, pathetic part of her wished that it was with Ino, but in truth, she was too horny to care.
Kurenai was panting softly. Or maybe that was Sakura. It was impossible to tell. First thing's first. Sakura had to get a taste. She ran a finger up Kurenai's shining legs, scooping up a trail of her nectar. Up, up, up she went, pausing only at the imperceptibly tiny boundary of her pussy. She brought her finger to her lips.
"Nnmmgh!" She did not know it was possible for something to taste this good. She had read that there were 5 tastes: sweet, bitter, sour, salty, and umami. But this... This was something new. This was something otherworldly. Things were exploding inside her mouth. Fireworks, butterflies, crashing waves. The taste nearly knocked Sakura off her feet. It was barely more than a drop, but Kurenai's juice was unbelievably filling, unbelievably satisfying. The creamy texture, the sharp taste... Sakura smacked her lips like a buffoon, drunk with pleasure, trying to milk every last ounce of flavor.
It tasted so good. It actually gave Sakura pause, the heavenly flavor enough to knock her out of her lust-filled haze. She hesitated, reevaluating the crazy situation she was in.
Yuuhi Kurenai was bent over in front of her, locked into a polished pillory by her colleague, wearing nothing but a skimpy white t-shirt that hid absolutely nothing, its bottom edge rolled uselessly at her waist. This was a woman Sakura looked up to. While she never took to genjutsu, this woman was her teacher, her mentor. And she was before her, quivering like a leaf, weeping pussy bared for her like a slut. This was someone with a future. This was someone with every advantage. With a body to die for and skills equally worthy of worship, Kurenai belonged anywhere but here. Yet here she was, all but begging for a pounding, feverishly rubbing her thighs together as she leaked desperation down her delectable thighs.
Frustration welled within Sakura. What a stupid slut.
Smack!
"Ah!" The sudden spank was a shock. Sakura hadn't even realized her hand had moved.
Smack, smack, smack! Before she knew it, Sakura was tenderizing her senior's ass, the strap-less dildo in her crotch bouncing like a springboard as she rained full-bodied strikes on Kurenai. Sakura didn't even know what she was doing. It just felt right. She just needed to punish the stupid slut before her. She just needed to hear Kurenai scream.
"Anggh! Nnngghh! Nnmmgghh~" Kurenai obliged, yelping and moaning. Sakura's spanks were on a different level from what Kurenai was used to, thrilling her with legitimate pain. These were not playful pats. Forehand, backhand, forehand, backhand, Sakura was brutal, working Kurenai with sharp, arrhythmic staccatos that made the masochist arch her back in ecstasy.
"You like that, don't you?" muttered Sakura darkly.
Kurenai's ears perked up at the comment. "Yes master, yes!" she cried.
Sakura tch'd at Kurenai's complete submission. What a pathetic little bitch. Just a few spanks and she was completely broken. Warm fury swelled within the pinkette. Sakura couldn't believe she ever looked up to Kurenai. A slut like her... It was injustice that she ever had any success to begin with. If she wanted to be treated like a cocksleeve so badly, then, Sakura would do just that.
"Agh! Guh! Nngh!" Each of Sakura's spanks drew out a lovely reply from Kurenai. The auditory feedback was wonderful. Sakura was like a child learning to play the piano, experimenting with all the ways to make her bitch sing just the way she wanted to.
Anko watched the proceedings from a chair off to the side, getting not insignificantly aroused by Sakura's impressive and almost frightening handling of Kurenai. She was definitely a sadist. Sakura was getting off, and getting off hard.
Smack!
"Is this all it takes?" hissed Sakura, "You worthless slut."
Kurenai was incapable of speech now, panting like a bitch as Sakura beat the air out of her lungs. She was so hot. The absurd amount of kinetic energy Sakura was pumping into her was unreal. She knew it was wrong. It wasn't love, but it felt so good. To be touched like this, to be hit like this... Sakura was so rude, so raw, so real.
Kurenai was sizzling, burning with orgasmic bliss. Being spanked wasn't something a girl should like, but Kurenai loved it. It was an itch, a deep, deep itch, being scratched. Being touched, being conquered. Ugh, it was amazing.
She had never gotten the attention she needed, the attention she deserved. Maybe it was her fault. Kurenai was beautiful, stunning, gorgeous, a goddess. But she was also shy. She scattered sparks everywhere she went, but she never stoked the flames. Men stared, but turned their heads to avoid her gaze. Look, but never touch. And Kurenai, desperately, desperately wanted to be touched. In a way, Kurenai was jealous of Ino. If rumors were true, her favorite blonde pupil had her beat in this regard. Ino not only got all the attention in the world, but basked in it, spurring men on. And Ino... Well, she got touched.
Kurenai had always hid her true desires, scared of what people would think of her. She pushed people away. She didn't want people to think that she was a... pervert. She was not a proud woman, but she was scared of what would happen if people knew what she really wanted. If people found out how... dirty she was... How worthless she was... It would be so bad. It would be so humiliating. It would be so naughty. It would be...
Smack!
"Aaaaaaannnnnnghhh~~"
Sakura hesitated. Did Kurenai just--
"Nnnnnnggggh! Nnnnnnnnnghh!" There was a piercing metallic screech as the chair supporting Kurenai fell out from beneath her. She flopped pathetically, supported only by the restraint of her neck and wrists, her orgasm having stolen all of her strength.
Smack! Sakura's next spank scattered quite a bit of fluid around the room, Kurenai's ecstasy painting the basement like blood in a crime scene.
The stocks shuddered as Kurenai spasmed in release, crying her lungs out. She slipped and quivered, startled by the unfamiliar sensation of having to support her own weight. Lights burst behind her eyes as she gushed, sweat and other fluids cascading down her slanted frame.
Sakura steamed behind her. She didn't even penetrate her. How could she... cum? How dare she cum!
Smack!
Sakura stepped forward, shadowing Kurenai's slumped body. She grabbed the pillory holding her up. Sakura crushed the lock holding the two halves of it in place as if it were made of tissue paper. She wrenched Kurenai from the contraption, carelessly bashing her against it as she tugged her out of it.
Kurenai crumpled the instant she was freed. Sakura prevented her fall with a tough grip on her jet black locks.
She wasn't satisfied. Not yet.
Sakura wrapped an arm under Kurenai's heaving, gasping bosom. Despite her cruel and hard intentions, Sakura could not help but gasp at the amazing volume and softness of Kurenai's breasts. The two generous pillows shelved on Sakura's forearm as she manipulated Kurenai like a puppet, teasing the pinkette with their size even as she folded their owner down like a dog, propping the broken woman's ass up.
Kurenai quivered as she was set in position, feeling the unyielding hardness of Sakura's dildo, the very one she had chosen herself, drag along her back.
Sakura hissed, so aroused that even the subtle tactile feedback from her false cock was absolutely disabling.
Kurenai was still aching from her climax, yet to surface from the waves of pleasure. Despite her fogginess, primal femininity told her that, bent over on the ground as she was, there was only one thing that could happen.
Sakura gently slid her cock along the valley of Kurenai's spine, lower, lower, lower... She past the gentle curve of her lower back, admiring the glisten of the lordotic curve before kneeling to travel into the even lower valley of Kurenai's asscheeks.
Her buttocks were blushed from the beating Sakura had given her, but beneath her sumptous cheeks was Sakura's true goal. The wink of Kurenai's rosebud, tantalizingly tight, bared itself before her. Sakura drew out another moan from Kurenai as she nestled the dildo's head against it, feeling Kurenai's asshole literally pulse with need.
"Tell me why."
"Nnggh?" The command was unexpected. Kurenai, glassy and dazed, could not make head or tails of what Sakura was talking about. She turned her head back in confusion, revealing just how dilated and done her eyes were.
Smack!
"Tell me why you want me to fuck your little asshole."
The reasons were obvious, plain and clear, yet Kurenai struggled to find the voice. She was aching, tender, twisted. She was wound up so badly that she was, one way or another, about to break. She choked on her saliva, trying to restore feeling to her tongue, trying to talk.
Smack!
"Please..." she drooled. "Please just..."
Smack! "Louder."
"Please!" Kurenai cried in desperation. "I-I need it! Put it in me! Rape me! Own me! Use me! ... Please. If you don't, I'll... I'll..."
Kurenai shot an arm below her, and, in an instant, was knuckle-deep in her own pussy.
Sakura started, then wrenched Kurenai out of herself, folding her arm into her lower back. Kurenai didn't even struggle as Sakura did the same with her other arm, the pinkette pinning both of her arms with her left hand.
SMACK! Sakura's retribution was harsh. The blow clattered noisily up Kurenai's spine, delivering a blitz of overwhelming, blinding, conquering force into her already addled brain.
"You--" Smack! "Stupid--" Smack! "SLUT!" Smack!
Kurenai moaned pathetically as Sakura reddened her.
"You--" Smack! "Can't--" Smack! "Do--" Smack! "That!" Smack!
Kurenai cried in desperation, Sakura's spanking reigniting her with desire. With both arms restrained, she thrust blindly backwards with her ass, hoping in vain to somehow catch the dildo, somehow impale herself to completion. But Sakura wrenched the dildo from the deep cleavage of Kurenai's ass and beat her with savagery, breaking her again and again and again until Kurenai was reduced to a quivering pile on the ground, unable to muster the strength to act on the insane, consuming, unstoppable lust within her.
"I--" Smack! "Own--" Smack! "You!" Smack!
Anko raised an eyebrow at the brutal display, somewhat surprised at the amount of malice within Sakura. While Anko had done terrible, terrible things to Kurenai, she was still surprised that Sakura was taking it this far. She was part surprised, part impressed, and completely aroused. She had worked out all her sexual energy earlier in the day, but the pair were putting on quite a show.
Kurenai panted pathetically in defeat, cheek to the floor. Sakura let go of Kurenai's arms, letting them dangle uselessly to the submissive's sides.
The implication was clear. This was not a light romp between a dom and a sub. This was complete and utter ownership. And Kurenai knew it. She lay there, not even attempting to act on her basest urges. Because she knew that her body wasn't hers. Her mind wasn't hers. Her soul wasn't hers. It was all her master's.
Only then did Sakura replace her dildo against the quivering star of Kurenai's asshole. And with the foolhardiness of a virgin, and the insane strength of the second strongest kunoichi in the village, Sakura impaled her fully in one sick stroke.
"GAH!" Kurenai grunted as the whole, brutal length of the tool was sheathed into her ass. She immediately regretted given Sakura such a cruel instrument. She was no stranger to, and even preferred, taking it dry, but Sakura had not prepared her at all. Sakura had stuffed the unforgiving fuckstick at an unreasonable angle, forcing Kurenai's colon to collapse and convulse as it took an invader far, far bigger than she could ever accomodate. It was less purposeful penetration than raging force making its way through the path of least resistance.
"Ah!" Sakura let out a squeak of pleasure as Kurenai's tight asshole forced the blunt end of the dildo into her, the friction from their coupling forcing Sakura to get pounded as well.
Sakura bit her lip, stifling any more noises as she continued to ruin Kurenai, though she struggled with the flood of wonderful sensations fulling her. She had fingered herself plenty of times before, but this... This was... sex. She was doing it with, no, doing it to, another person. And it felt amazing. Sakura didn't want to admit it, but Ino was right. Sex was fucking glorious.
The sensation was pure happiness, pure completion. It was the same feeling she had the first time she succeeded with the Mystic Palm jutsu, the first time she smashed a boulder with her own hands. It was power, unadulterated, glorious, fulfilling power.
Sakura felt godlike as she dicked Kurenai down, breaking one of the most powerful kunoichi in the village. The stupifying freedom of power crashed over her in waves. She could do anything. She was free from all the stupid, stupid rules she had followed before. Tension, fear, anxiety, all of it fell away to nothingness. Knots upon knots upon knots were coming loose. It was like she was surfacing from decades underwater. What type of life had she been living? What the fuck had she been doing all this time?
A sick regret and frustration surged in Sakura as she realized how stupid it was to be a virgin. How stupid it was to not embrace this feeling before, how stupid it was to not just take what she wanted. What she deserved. Her hands found Kurenai's hips, jamming the girl on her tool like a barbarian, crashing cock into cocksleeve.
Said cocksleeve was not doing too well. This brutal handling was quite a new experience, and she was taking it about as well as her ass was. Kurenai had been fucked in the ass countless times by Anko. But Anko had pacing. She was slow and methodical. Anko knew what Kurenai could handle, and she knew how to work her. She and Anko had been friends before lovers. They talked about their feelings, their relationship, what they wanted, what they liked. Sure she was Anko's bitch, but there were rules. With Anko, they had boundaries, safety. It was almost comforting.
With Sakura, it was different, unfamiliar, unsafe. Sakura wasn't slow or methodical. She didn't build the burn, savor the sadism. She was just fucking her. Just fucking fucking her. Kurenai screamed bloody murder as she was skewered with a savage, frustrated force. It was like the pressure of a lake rushing down a tiny tunnel. The tunnel being her ass.
She grimaced as Sakura rearranged her insides. She had, to some extent, adjusted to the absolutely excruciating initial penetration Sakura had given her and Kurenai hoped that her ass would loosen up to take the cock destroying her. But she knew her limits, and she knew that this was beyond her. She was stretched so far beyond her limits that she thought she was going to explode.
And it wasn't going to stop. Sakura hadn't lied. Sakura owned her. Kurenai felt completely out of control of herself. It wasn't just her ass, which was being fucked ragged. Kurenai had lost all agency over herself. Sakura was not only violating her asshole, but her sense of self.
Kurenai was face down, ass up, cheek down in a warm pool of her own drool. She slumped against the ground, trying instinctively to maximize the surface area between the floor and her body to somehow disperse the overwhelming force Sakura was pumping into her frail frame. Her tits bashed painfully into the cold floor of the basement, raw and tender. Her arms were useless, scrambling pathetically against the floor, struggling uselessly as Sakura rocked her back and forth. She had no escape, no reprieve, no safeword. A good part of her thought she was going to die.
And it felt utterly amazing.
"Gak! Cuh! Cuk!" Kurenai choked on her saliva, unable to coordinate her breath. Sakura was stabbing her in the backdoor with such ferocity that Kurenai was sure the cock was going to surge out of her mouth. She had never felt so full. A pink heat was blooming within her, spreading like wildfire, sinking into her bones, her core, her soul. She was shattered, in complete freefall, sodomized like a sex slave. Some part of her knew that she was changing, transforming. She was getting addicted to this new sensation. She was getting marked, deep down inside. She felt dirty. And she wasn't sure if that could ever be washed away.
Kurenai bathed in masochism, completely lost in filthy fantasy as her pleasure ratcheted higher and higher. Kurenai tried to fight it, to stem the tide that was crashing over her, tossing and churning her like laundry. But it wasn't something to be fought. It was a deep, evolutionary impulse to surrender, to submit. Kurenai worshipped the power dominating her. The power owning her. It was inside her. It made her safe. It made her warm. It made her complete. So, so complete.
Sakura huffed as their bodies collided, again and again. She felt Kurenai wilting, letting up more give with every thrust. She got deeper, and deeper, and deeper, exploring more of Kurenai. And she loved every inch of her. She loved how soft Kurenai was. How bouncy she was. How wet she was... Kurenai had a woman's body. A woman's body that knew its place. Its function. It was soft and pliable. It was soft and creamy. Long and supple. Submissive and begging. Bitch meat. Sakura loved the way it yielded to her. It was a sharp contrast to Sakura's tough and wiry build. In some way, fucking her in the ass was a perfect union of opposites, like matter and anti-matter obliterating into pure, wonderful energy.
Like a kettle boiling over, Kurenai quivered and squeaked, mewling and screeching as she approached climax. Sakura sensed her desperation and revved up her rhythm. She too was getting there, swimming to the cap of her first, amazing sexual encounter. She had done a good job stifling the moans behind her teeth up until this point, but she too was coming loose. Coming loose. Coming...
"UNNNNNNNNNNNNNGHHH~~~" It was unclear who made the noise. Maybe it was both girls. Whatever the case, Sakura and Kurenai climaxed together, the pinkette clamping down on the black-haired bitch, pummelling her with such ferocity that the unyielding plastic of her fake cock kinked and warped as it dived into Kurenai's depths. Sakura snaked a hand up to Kurenai's wavy locks, fisting a grasp on her hair and wrenching her head back. Sweat and saliva sprayed everywhere as Kurenai arched her back, screaming and drooling her completion. Sakura was in, out, up, down... The world stopped making sense.
And then it was over.
Sakura found herself hunched over Kurenai's ruined body, struggling to remain conscious. Sakura pulled out of Kurenai with a long, gooey, and immensely satisfying pop. She staggered to her feet, somehow finding her limbs intertwined with Kurenai's.
"Fun, right?"
Sakura started at the voice. It sounded so small and dismal compared to the insane screams that were just ringing in her ears. She had only just now aware that Anko was there, vaguely remembering whatever the hell they had been doing before she had her way with Kurenai.
"Yeah," panted Sakura, struggling to even her breath. "That was... fun."
"Good," smiled Anko. "Because tomorrow... you're going to do that to Ino."

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