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Mistress	By : GlossyLatex Category: Naruto > Yuri - Female/Female Views: 78592 -:- Recommendations : 8 -:- Currently Reading : 12
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To address the concerns of some reviews, no, there will be no scat. I kind of deus ex’d a permanaent reason for that in this chapter, actually.
Sorry about the incessant watersports, it slows down for a while after this chapter (although this chapter is pretty intense). It will be a reoccurring theme though.
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The next few chapters are pretty long, so updates may slow down significantly.
Chapter Six
               When Tsunade woke up the next morning, any hopes that the prior day’s events were a mere dream were quickly extinguished by the overwhelming scent of piss and cum. Blinking away her lethargy, the Hokage realized she was still trapped in the cunnilingus hood, though based on the humming she heard her captor was awake.
               “Oh, good morning sleeping beauty! You certainly took your time. Here, let’s get you up and over to Toilet, I’m betting we both could use it.” Naruko’s cheerful tone contrasted horrifically with the reality of the situation, as she pulled off the pants that had been Tsunade’s prison the prior night. When she finally stepped out, the seal that had kept all the fluids and scents in was finally broken. Tsunade took deep breaths of the cool, fresh air as Naruko wrinkled her nose.
               “Sweat, piss, and cum…well, I like it on you, nee-chan. I’m not sure if I would wear it personally. Now, hold on a second…” Naruko furrowed her brow cutely as she peeled the soiled latex off of her captive’s soaked head, the latex finally releasing its prisoner with a wet snap.
               “I took the liberty of installing Toilet in your bathroom for the time being, Princess. I figure we’ll be spending most nights here together, so it made sense. Let’s go take care of your cute behind and get cleaned up, then we can have some breakfast! I imagine Anko-chan is cooking it now!” Without pausing for a response, Naruko grabbed the older woman by the ring in her collar and pulled the stumbling slave, who quickly remembered the rather obscene heels still locked onto her feet, over to a door on the back wall. Sliding it open, Naruko led her pet inside before closing the door behind them, smiling at the gasp she knew was coming,
               “Naruko, what is she—“
               “Ah, yes, well. I decided to give Toilet her position when she attempted to invade our village. Despite what you may think, nee-chan, I really do love this place. Now, just because I want every attractive female in the village to drop to their knees and lick my ass on command, well, that does not mean I don’t like them or anything. Toilet here, or Temari, which by the way is a very boring name, made a mistake when she threatened what I love. And so, while we captured the Kazekage’s family, she was listed as MIA and presumed killed in action. In actuality I’ve been training her down here for the past six months.” Naruko smiled widely. “She hasn’t taken very well to instruction though—which I do like! Her spirit really makes her sexy!”
               Tsunade took in the whole explanation with half an ear, spending more time looking at the contraption that imprisoned the daughter of the dead Kazekage, realizing with a chill what it was designed to do. The girl herself was nude. She was secured almost impossibly tightly by leather straps to what appeared to be a lowly-situated gynecological table. Her legs were splayed open and three separate tubes ran from her genitals. A small one was inserted into her urethra, while two large ones ran from her pussy and asshole. All three tubes seemed to disappear into the floor.
               An IV line ran from the wall into the girl’s arm. Tsunade wasn’t sure what was being administered, but considering the girl’s healthy skin tone and musculature in spite of her brutal bondage, she assumed it was some blend of vitamins and various essential nutrients in saline.
               The true horror began when the Sannin realized she was looking at the blonde through what appeared to be a large transparent throne built on top of the whole set-up, completely entrapping the young teenager. There were a few steps leading to the top of the throne, which was capped by, if she was not mistaken, a toilet seat. A transparent tube ran from the seat down into a flexible hose, which was in turn attached to a harness which fed into the struggling Suna kunoichi’s mouth.
               Toilet indeed.
               “I see you’ve realized why Toilet has her name. Well, quick word of advice. I’m not really into…well, scat. To put it mildly. It’s gross. So, I took the liberty of injecting you yesterday with a concoction of my own making. Combined with the rather elaborate seal work I tattooed onto you, your body no longer produces solid waste. Well, it can, but you’d need to eat, like, fifty thousand calories over the course of two days. Unlikely. Isn’t that cool nee-chan? Your metabolism is almost as efficient as mine now!” Tsunade couldn’t help but be amused at Naruko’s child-like enthusiasm, before she remembered that the excited girl had kidnapped her, raped her, and was now about to have her evacuate into another girl’s mouth. It was slightly sobering. She was also rather alarmed at the notion that some sort of permanent seal had been applied to her.
               “Hmm, I feel like you were almost with me there Princess. Anyway, Anko, Kitty, Cherry-chan, Toilet here…we all have my seals. In a while, when you’ve come to accept me, I’ll explain just how special these seals are. Now, I’m sure you’re a bit nervous, so I’ll go first so you can see how it works! Besides, I really, really need to pee.”
               Bounding up the stairs, Naruko spun around and gracefully sat down on the transparent throne. A moment later a heavy stream of amber liquid began rushing down the pipe beneath the sighing Mistress and a second later flowed into the angrily thrashing mouth of the young woman trapped beneath her. In spite of her struggles, however, Temari seemed aware of her situation and, with obvious disgust, swallowed her Mistress’s offering.
               Tsunade watched in stunned silence as her latex-clad Mistress hummed softly and pissed into the throat of yet another slave. Quite frankly, she just couldn’t remember the younger blonde drinking that much the day before at all.
               Naruko smiled in relief as her stream slowly ebbed to nothing. Standing up and stepping to the side she motioned for her new favorite possession to come up. Knowing resistance was pointless, Tsunade carefully made her way up the stairs. When she got to the top, Naruko took her shoulder and slowly spun her around. Pressing down on Tsunade’s head, the older blonde bent forward, presenting her ass.
               “Good girl. Now, I think for now we’re going to leave the catheter in, so no worries there. Infection is a thing of the past for you, Princess. Now, hold on a second…” Naruko firmly twisted the buttplug that had been lodged in the blonde slave’s ass for close to a day before yanking it out, a few drops of yellow escaping from her clenched sphincter.
               “Ok, you can sit down now.”
               Tsunade couldn’t help it. Her large soft rear quickly fell onto the toilet seat beneath her. The fact that she could finally relieve herself overrode any compassion for the young woman beneath her. With a lewd sound, she finally relaxed her ass and felt the accursed piss escape from her anus hours after it should have. She looked up and was horrified to realize that, on the opposite wall above the door that they had entered from, were a set of screens. One was showing a view staring directly up from underneath whoever might be sitting on the ‘throne’ (which now featured her rather lovely voluptuous ass expelling a torrent of yellow liquid into the tube she was sitting over), the other focused right on the furious, humiliated, and scared face of the woman beneath her, who was desperately trying to guzzle the flow of urine gushing from the Hokage’s rear before it became unmanageable.
               “She looks so cute! And look at your butt nee-chan! That angle is really hot! Although, considering your butt, any angle would be hot. Man, you really took in a lot yesterday…Toilet is sure going to be full! Now, as you’re taking care of that, I could use a bit of cleaning up…” Tsunade blinked as Naruko pulled her face down to her damp pussy, the slave extending her tongue before she was asked.
               “Good girl! Now, when we’re done here, I think a shower and change will only take us about twenty minutes…oooh you’re good at that Princess.”
               Tsunade blushed as she continued to tongue her captor’s cunt. She had already licked away any traces of leftover piss, she was now merely pleasuring the young teenager. Meanwhile, piss still gushed from her ass. On the screen above, Temari’s tortured face was streaked with tears as her throat worked endlessly to swallow the yellow tide. Tsunade closed her eyes in shame.
               When Tsunade finally finished emptying her backside, Naruko pushed the older blonde’s head away from her pussy. “I think that’s enough nee-chan. Come on, the shower is right over here.” The Hokage slowly rose from the plastic seat, humiliated but finally empty. She tried to avoid looking at the screen, but couldn’t help it. The teary-eyed Temari looked up into the camera, pleading, as she continued to drink the hot piss that remained in the tube. Tsunade shivered.
Naruko carefully guided the weak-kneed slave down from the plastic throne and over to what appeared to be an absolutely luxurious shower, if it wasn’t for the various anchor points and chains hanging from the ceiling. Multiple shower heads lined the marble walls—it must have cost a fortune. Pushing her pet to the center of the room, Naruko forced the other arms up after unclipping her hands from her thighs, securing them to a chain dangling from the ceiling.
               Tsunade jumped a bit when her Mistress spun her around and began removing the leather harness that she had worn for the last day. Carelessly tossing the leather contraption behind her, thirteen year-old produced a kunai from nowhere and then made short work of what was left of her slave’s clothes. In seconds Tsunade was left standing completely naked with the exception of her punishing high heels, her catheter bag, her collar, and bondage mitts. Tsunade watched helplessly as her Mistress began stripping herself. The teenager, with a series of wet snaps, began peeling off her slutty dominatrix uniform bit by bit. When she had removed everything but the catsuit, she finally stretched the neck opening and began to shimmy the shiny, sweaty latex down her body.
               Tsunade blushed when she realized the two were completely naked (for the most part) together for the first time. She longed to say something, anything that might reason with her tormenter, but she simply couldn’t find the words. To her horror, her eyes, which she had attempted to keep fixed on the wall, kept sliding to her young owner’s form as it bent over and removed the last of her slutwear. When Naruko finally stood up, completely naked and shining with sweat, Tsunade unconsciously licked her lips.
               Pleased with the effect she was having on her slave, Naruko stepped up to the bound woman and molded her body to her pet’s, nuzzling her whiskered cheek against the woman’s naked breasts.
               “I just love your body nee-chan. Hmmm,” Naruko took a nipple into her mouth and suckled softly, letting it go with a pop, “even dirty you taste good. Now, remember nee-chan, we’re expected at breakfast soon, so no fooling around! Though…” Tsunade squeaked when a finger wormed its way into her asshole. “I suppose I get to make the rules.”
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               Around the time Tsunade had been sitting on the ‘throne’, clone-Tsunade was sitting behind the Hokage’s desk. She had double checked the room and knew everything was set. In spite of that, the two women who would be arriving at any moment were anything but predictable. In fact, this was going to be a bit riskier than capturing the Hokage herself had been!
               When her secretary announced the pair of Inuzukas had arrived, the clone took a moment to collect herself before telling the woman to let them in.
               “Ah, yes, right on time Tsume. Miss Hana.” The older woman grinned at her leader while the younger blushed at being addressed directly by the Hokage.
               “Please, sit. This mission will take a bit to explain.”
               Tsume, not one for decorum, flopped down onto the comfy chair in front of the Hokage’s desk rather unceremoniously. Hana, however, walked sedately—her manners were what almost screwed the whole thing up.
               It was almost unnoticeable at first, but Tsume had frozen in place once she had sat down. Her ambient chakra had activated a rather impressive array of seals installed in the chair, many of which were used to restrain captive ninja for interrogation. Unfortunately, Hana having taken her time to walk over to the chair, had noticed the change in her mother and snapped her eyes over to the un-phased blonde behind the desk.
               “Hmm, well, the hard way then.” The clone disappeared.
               Hana wasn’t sure why her mother was suddenly paralyzed or why she was fighting the leader of her village, but she knew instantly she was outclassed and her only hope of defeating the probably imposter was to escape the room and bring down the numerous hidden ANBU waiting outside.
               It sounded simple.
               Unfortunately for Hana, the clone wasn’t Tsunade, and so instead of relying on her legendary strength the doppelganger counted on her speed.
               Naruko, and her clones, were fast.
               Hana never saw the foot that caught her across her collarbone, but she certainly felt it. She had been moving towards the door, but the attack had instantly sent her flying back and up. Just as she was about to hit the ceiling, wires that the clone had thrown after the confused and scared clan heiress tightened around her ankles, causing her to arc down and hit the floor hard. She saw stars and struggled to pull air back into her lungs when she felt strong hands flip her over onto her stomach, and in seconds wrap the wire from her ankles to up around her throat and back down to her crossed wrists.
               In seconds, Hana had been left in a brutal hogtie, gasping for breath.
               Scowling at how close that had come, the clone snorted before moving over to Tsume, who’s furious eyes followed.
               “Anyways, the mission is pretty simple. You’re both going to go track a…thing…somewhere for a few months. And for reasons I haven’t yet made up it requires the both of you and not your pets.” Tsume’s eyes narrowed at the description of Kuromaru as a ‘pet’. “In actuality, you’re both going to be receiving supplemental kunoichi training. Miss isn’t completely sure yet, but I think she is strongly considering the ponygirl protocol. Or maybe you’ll be a chair. Now, if you’ll excuse me…” The clone produced a syringe from her clothes and carefully injected the furious matriarch’s neck who, despite all efforts, slowly faded into unconsciousness. She then picked up the limp woman and, making a quick hand sign, produced a Naruko clone that went over to the incredibly confused Hana. The smaller clone cut the wire tying the older girl’s ankles to her throat, to which Hana responded by taking deep, gasping breaths. Without waiting for her to recover, the clone gathered the young woman in her arms and headed, once again, to the south wall.
               “You know, there’s almost three miles of passageways we need to take to get to the facility when we go this way. Why can’t we use the Hiraishin?”
               The Tsunade clone, which had the curvy Tsume slung over her shoulder, shrugged.
               “You suck.”
               The Tsunade clone smiled and, reestablishing her grip on her new captive’s astonishingly tight ass, began descending the dark staircase.
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               Hinata looked up as their number was called.
               “Um…Ino-chan? Our table…”
               “What? Oh, sorry Hinata-chan, did you say something?”
               “Ye-yes, our table is ready.”
               “Excellent!” The loud blonde grabbed her friend’s arm and gently pulled the blushing girl behind her after the hostess.
               Ino hadn’t been surprised when Hinata had asked her to dinner; she had often accompanied Hinata and Naruko both as a friend and cover for a date. What she had been surprised by was the clothing her long-time friend had shown up in.
               While the rather sexy black boots were impressive, the fact that the shy Hyuuga had actually, somehow, managed to walk out into public wearing some of the tightest leather pants Ino had ever seen was astonishing. It was clear that her friend was quite bare underneath, as any underwear might have well been worn on the outside. The girl’s ass was practically a sphere it was so tight and round. Ino, not that she would admit it, had felt a little bit more saliva in her mouth than usual at the sight. Her jaw had dropped when she saw Hinata was sporting a bare midriff much like herself, showing off the rather impressive abdominal tone the quiet girl had apparently been hiding. Up top she finished the look with a tight leather crop-top that formed a delicious soft plane across her large breasts. Shaking her head, Ino tried to ignore the arousal that threatened to take over her mind every time she considered he friend’s body.
               What is wrong with me?
               When they finally reached their table, a booth in a corner of the room that eavesdroppers would really have to work at, the two sat down. While it wasn’t unusual for the friends to sit next to each other rather than across, Hinata’s clothing and Ino’s increasing awareness of just how attractive her friend was made the prospect a bit more daunting.
               Smiling at the waitress that had almost appeared instantaneously, the two girls gave their drink orders before commencing in small talk. Hinata had a reason for this dinner, but she felt it might be best to wait before Ino’s judgment was nice and impaired by a full stomach and chocolate.
               The dinner went well, though Ino was surprised by how touchy her friend was. Normally Hinata was very withdrawn, only getting handsy with her girlfriend. That night, Ino couldn’t help but notice the gentle caresses on her arm or thigh as they talked and laughed.
               Ino wished she had sat on a towel.
               When dessert finally came, Hinata decided to finally ask Ino what she had brought her there for.
               “Um, Ino-chan?”
               Ino smiled at her attractive friend. “Yea Hinata?”
               “You know how Naruko’s birthday is coming up, right?” Ino nodded. “Well, I kinda wanted to do something special for her.” Ino began to grin and Hinata’s voice dropped to a whisper. “Um, I’ve decided I want to give her…me…for her birthday.”
               It took a second for Ino to process that. “Oh. OH! Wait, you mean you guys haven’t…?” Hinata shook her head. “Wow, could’ve fooled me. Well, congratulations! I mean, that’s pretty hot girl. You and Naruko-chan sweatin’ up the sheets…” Ino’s panties were almost transparent.
               “Ye-yea. The thing was…I want you there. I was hoping you could, um, join us?”
               Ino came.
               Hinata wasn’t sure what had happened to her friend for a moment, the blonde had apparently frozen and bent over the table a bit. However, the sweet smell of a female slowly began to rise from her friend’s lower half and Hinata, despite herself, swallowed in arousal.
               “So…?”
               Ino snapped out of her lust-induced haze and whispered in a throaty moan, “I’ll be there.”
               Hinata smiled.
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