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Mistress	By : GlossyLatex Category: Naruto > Yuri - Female/Female Views: 78592 -:- Recommendations : 8 -:- Currently Reading : 12
Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto, nor the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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So this and the next chapter are pretty wet and fetishy. Just a warning. Also relatively unedited. If there is a talented reader willing, I might be looking for a beta.
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Also, quick note to one of the reviewers: this story will not crossover. There are more than enough interesting women/abilities/facets of the Naruto world to make this story work.
Update: This story will never feature scat. WS, anal, rape, bondage, and lesbian sex abound, but no scat.
Chapter Five
               Naruko laughed as she pulled Tsunade over to the bed, the older woman resisting as any puppy on a leash might. Ignoring the older woman’s feeble struggles, Naruko grabbed the ring hanging from Tsunade’s collar and yanked the slave down, clipping the ring to an anchor on one of the bed’s posts. The low situation of the anchor forced the Hokage into an extremely lewd position, her head level with her thighs and her exposed ass pointed straight up in the air. Naruko took the opportunity to palm the full, luscious butt of her captive, earning a whimper.
               “Your butt is so big and soft nee-chan…now, that reverse-prayer looks like it may need some adjusting. Just remember, acting out is a sure way to earn a punishment, and I’m feeling creative, okay?”
               Tsunade, remembering the vicious cunt-slap she had received earlier, mumbled her assent.
               Pleased with her slave’s cooperation, Naruko went about releasing the harsh tie the slave’s arms had been bent into. In spite of their new freedom, though, the leather mitts her hands had been forced into kept the blonde Sannin’s unusable. Taking a hold of the metal rings at the end of each mitt, Naruko clipped each hand to the woman’s leather harness at the thighs. Tsunade took the moment to savor the ability to stretch her arms straight, but realized her mobility was still essentially nonexistent.
               With practiced movements, Naruko reached down to the catheter tube that led from her slave’s pussy. Finding a metal catch that acted as a quick-release valve, she separated the two halves, leaving the catheter dangling from the bound Hokage’s cunt. She then unstrapped the now bulging collection bag from her new pet’s leg and turned it upside down before hanging it from a hook further up the bedpost. Frowning, she walked over to a cabinet and collected an extension of the same tubing that led to the bed.
               Throughout all of this, Tsunade waited in confused silence. She could feel her new owner playing with her catheter, but her incredibly awkward position meant she had no idea what was happening. When she felt her buttplug move, she knew something bad was coming.
               Naruko grinned when she saw the older blonde stiffen.
               She won’t like this, I bet.
               She threaded the tubing extension into the valve on the base of the plug in her pet’s ass, and connected that to the bag of piss hanging above the Hokage. Making sure everything was ready she spoke to the anxious slave.
               “Now Princess, I could make up all sorts of nice excuses as to why I’m doing this, but the fact of the matter is I find the idea of forcing your piss up your own ass incredibly hot and humiliating. Without further ado…” Naruko released the catch holding back the flow.
               It took a second for Tsunade to process her captor’s words, but when she felt the warm flow of what was apparently her own urine entering her rectum she began thrashing in anger and humiliation.
               Naruko cooed at her panicking slave, stroking the older blonde’s ass like one might a scared horse.
               “Calm down, nee-chan, and just enjoy it. For one, this is going to be a regular thing so you should probably get used to it. Two, it’s just piss, right? It’s warm, clean—just let it stretch you out.” The latex-clad Mistress watched as her slave’s struggles slowed. “Good girl, now, you’re about halfway done, so hang in there!”
               Tsunade’s eyes, which were blurry with tears, opened up in horror at the mention she was only halfway done. Her ass felt fuller than it had ever been! She desperately needed to go to the bathroom, her stomach cramping terribly. She was strangely grateful when her former subordinate reached underneath her and began massaging her pained core.
               “This will really work it in deep, and help with the cramps.” Naruko leaned down, her mouth next to Tsunade’s ear, “Don’t worry baby, it may hurt but I promise it’s worth it.” Tsunade didn’t know who exactly would consider getting their ass pumped full of piss ‘worth it’ but her mind was derailed again as Naruko’s wet, strong , and undeniably arousing tongue began playing with her ear.
               As the last of Tsunade’s golden fluid drained into the kidnapped Hokage’s own backside, Naruko sucked the moaning woman’s earlobe one last time before standing up and moving behind the bent-over blonde. When she was sure there was nothing left, she disconnected the tube from her pet’s buttplug which sealed itself, not even a drop escaping. Satisfied, Naruko went about removing the tubing extension before re-securing the bag to her pet’s leg and reconnecting the catheter, allowing the flow from her Princess’s bladder to resume.
               Tsunade groaned in discomfort from her ass. Every movement caused the hot liquid inside of her to roil and remind her of its presence. If it wasn’t for the infernal plug sealing her asshole shut the proud woman was certain she would have released on the bedroom floor right then.
               Pleased with the operation, Naruko unclipped her pet from the post and pulled her into a standing position. Without warning, she snatched the cleave gag and dripping panties from the confused woman’s mouth and, standing on her tip toes, forced her lips against her slave’s.
               Too stunned to react, Tsunade merely stood there, her eyes drooping shut as the aches from her stomach and ass faded into the background, replaced by the pleasurable caresses of her Mistress’s latex-gloved hands on her face, breasts, and bottom, as well as the apparently incredibly skilled tongue gently exploring her mouth.
               The two women, one a young teenager covered in latex, the other a woman in her twenties clad in ruined clothes and bound in leather straps and bondage implements, stood still, the only sounds were soft moans and the rustling of clothes as they kissed.
               Eventually Naruko stepped back and noted with a certain amount of smugness that Tsunade leaned forward for a second, trying to maintain the kiss, before she realized what she was doing.
               “Naruko, why—” Tsunade’s question was interrupted when the younger blonde pressed her fingers to the woman’s full lips and shushed her.
               “Ahh, I suppose I should explain. I assume you’ve read over the Death God’s seal protocols?”
               Tsunade, doing a good impression of a woman without a half-gallon of piss trapped in her ass, nodded.
               “Well, my parents didn’t account for the fact that the bijuu have never been wholly understood. Their power and their consciousness cannot be completely separated. Now, did absorbing the Kyuubi’s power make me want to force all the young, nubile women of the elemental countries into sex slavery? No. I think that desire was always going to be there. But it did give me the means and motivation to make it more than fantasy. All those horrible things you think of every day? ‘What would happen if I just snapped that guy’s neck?’ ‘I could just fall off this ledge’—I can do those things. Sure, I have probably an unmatched amount of raw power and can make seals do just about anything but my real strength is…absolute freedom.”
               Tsunade’s eyes widened in understanding.
               “I do what I please, Princess. I made Anko my slave because it seemed fun and I liked how her tongue felt. I’m making you my slave because you’re gorgeous, I love you, and I never want anything to happen to you.”
               It was completely twisted. The reasoning of a psychopath. But Tsunade felt oddly touched.
               Naruko reached up and stroked the older blonde’s face lovingly, brushing the sweat out of her eyes. “And now, well…now I’d like to make you lick my pussy.”
               The spell was broken. Tsunade was about to object when the younger girl made a half seal with one hand. The seal on the back of the older woman’s neck flashed red and her body suddenly froze in place. Naruko smiled and walked back to her cabinet, her ponytail bobbing and black rubber ass swaying. When she returned she had yet another piece of black latex, the purpose of which was unclear to the paralyzed Hokage.
               Naruko carefully gathered the other blonde’s hair on top of her head before carefully forcing what turned out to be a latex hood over the busty slave’s face. She zipped the back of the hood, making the fetish wear skin tight. Tsunade realized that there was a great deal of extra material hanging from the face of the hood, and began to worry. The latex impaired her vision, so she never saw Naruko quickly remove her skin-tight panties, baring her pussy. Straightening up, Naruko pushed her frozen captive backwards, allowing the slave to land on the rubber-coated bed. Naruko followed and, standing over the Hokage’s head, carefully maneuvered her legs into the holes of the latex attached to the other blonde’s face.
               As Naruko drew the latex up, Tsunade realized what she was wearing. It was a hood with panties attached to it; her face was quickly being forced towards her surrogate sister’s pussy. When Naruko knelt down and pulled up one last time, Tsunade felt her mouth pressed up against her tormentor’s cunt.
               Naruko moaned softly as she felt Tsunade’s face pressing into her crotch. “Oooo, wonderful. Now remember Princess, no teeth unless I ask. When I’ve come enough, we’ll take care of that problem in your rear, ok? Remember, work the clit!”
               Making another half seal, Tsunade felt her body’s control return. Before she could do anything though, she was forced to follow her Mistress’s pussy, moving on her knees as Naruko repositioned herself to lie against the pillows at the head of the bed. The new position resulted with Tsunade laying stomach down, her face flush with her the thirteen year-old dominatrix’s pussy, and extremely aware of the piss pressing against her innards and stuffed asshole.
               Resigned and determined to get this over with, Tsunade opened her mouth and sucked on the teenage clit in front of her. Her lack of experience with the same sex and horror at the situation made her technique suffer, but the blonde kidnapper, unseen to the Senju princess, was absolutely loving her prisoner’s desperate tongue flailing.
               “Not wasting time huh? Well, keep at it nee-chan, I’ll let you know when I’ve had enough.”
               Her eyes were useless thanks to the solid latex, and the air in the hood was hot and damp. Her sense of smell was overwhelmed by the aroused musk and sweat of her Mistress’s pussy, the powerful taste heavy on her tongue. In spite of all of it, a small wet spot was growing on the bed underneath the captive Hokage’s cunt, unaware of her thighs rubbing together.
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               Ino took long, deep breaths. Ever since the Chuunin Exams she had pushed her training to new heights. The ten mile sprint, sans chakra, she had just completed was a testament to that. Looking down, Ino crinkled her nose up, as her clothes were just about transparent from sweat. She knew she must smell just terrible, and began walking home where what promised to be an incredible shower waited.
               As she walked, her mind drifted to her friends. She hadn’t seen Hinata or Naruko for a while, now, and she was beginning to miss them.
               Probably doing it like rabbits.
               Ino snickered at the thought, but the image it produced did cause her to miss a step. Was she wrong, or was that incredibly hot? Both of her friends had downright unfairly amazing bodies, their breasts were envied by anyone with eyes…
               “Hah! I must be going crazy. Or dehydrated. Mostly crazy though. I mean, boys! Right?” Ino’s attempt to convince herself was shattered by the mouthwatering image of Hinata’s luscious ass, barely hidden by some lacy purple panties, popping into her brain. Ino tripped and could feel her already damp underwear soak through by her sudden arousal.
               “What the fuck!” Shaking her head, Ino gathered herself and continued home, resolving to take an extra-long cold shower now. By the time she made it home, however, that resolution had changed to a solid three orgasms before bed.
               When she got home she greeted her mom, her eyes lingering on the mature woman’s curvy figure for longer than was usual or appropriate. Confused and more than a little horny, Ino continued upstairs to her shower.
               She never felt the seal on her neck stop glowing and fade away.
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               Kurenai looked up at the darkening sky, realizing it was about time to decide if she was headed to the bar or home. Her genin had all finished training a while ago; the jounin herself had taken the last two hours to maintain her own skills.
               That squirrel would probably never break her latest illusion.
              Her best friend Anko had said she was going to be tied up tonight, so the bar was a much safer, though in all likelihood a much less fun option. Deciding the little bit of extra sleep was worth it, Kurenai started making her way home.
               On one of the busier streets, a few blocks away from her destination, Kurenai did a quick double-take. A girl, who looked very much like her favorite student, had just turned onto a side street. The only thing that kept Kurenai from trying to get the girl’s attention was the fact it could not possibly have been Hinata. The girl had been wearing scandalously tight leather pants and a leather vest, with what she guessed were combat heels if such a thing existed.
               I hope that wasn’t Hinata Kurenai mused. I’d feel pretty awkward after checking out her ass like that…
               Shaking her head, Kurenai continued home.
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               Tsunade’s jaw ached. Her tongue ached. Her asshole and stomach positively screamed in agony. And in spite of it, she found the will to continue lapping at her young Mistress’s snatch. Blind and deaf to the outside world, the captive Hokage maintained a steady pace of oral worship on the pussy she was essentially attached at the mouth to. The latex prison that the panty-hood combination formed had gotten hotter and wetter as time went on. Moments ago, Naruko had informed Tsunade that it was just about time to go to sleep, and rather than go through the complicated process of untying her pet, they were just going to sleep like this.
               Tsunade was alarmed, but not as much as when, shortly after, her Mistress had sighed and proceeded to pee into the hood in which her slave’s head was trapped. Realizing that the hood was tight enough to not let any of the liquid escape, Tsunade quickly latched her mouth to the thirteen year-old’s cunt and began swallowing desperately trying to ignore the fact her head was already drenched in sweat and piss.
               When Naruko’s stream tapered off a minute later, Tsunade could tell from the rumblings in her stomach that the night was going to be rather unpleasant.
               “Don’t worry Princess; as soon as we wake up tomorrow we’ll take care of your butt—I’m sure Toilet will be happy to help!” The almost childish phrasing and tone was clearly intentional and designed to terrorize. It worked.
               As Tsunade heard her Mistress’s breaths lapse into an even, sleeping pace, she realized she had heard a definite capital T in Toilet.
               Who else is in this madhouse?
               Sighing exhaustedly, the abused slave laid her head against the younger blonde’s damp pussy, hoping to get as much sleep as she could.
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