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Mistress	By : GlossyLatex Category: Naruto > Yuri - Female/Female Views: 78592 -:- Recommendations : 8 -:- Currently Reading : 12
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This chapter is easily the most morally bankrupt so far. If the loli tag was worrying you, you might want to skip it. UPDATE: In light of some feedback, I've increased Hanabi's age. Doesn't make it right but better perhaps?
                                                                           Chapter Seven
               Anko squirmed on the rooftop of the academy, rubbing her thighs together. Hidden in the shadows the shapely young woman was doing everything in her power not to shove her hands down her pants and pleasure herself. She was on a mission, the goal of which was driving her to distraction.
               Naruko hadn’t lied when she said Anko liked little girls. While Anko certainly appreciated the female form, and absolutely worshipped her Mistress (who wasn’t exactly old, to be sure), she had a special place for the particularly young, on the cusp of development, who were just begging for someone to control them.
               In her left hand she grasped a photograph of none other than eleven year-old Hanabi Hyuuga. In her right she had what her Mistress had named a ‘field seal’. Knowing that any misstep of a clan heiress as important as the Hyuuga would be noticed, the seal was a measure to ensure nothing amiss was noticed. It would, when applied correctly, emulate the same clone work that had produced the fake Tsunade now sitting in the Hokage’s office, just on a more temporary basis.
               Anko’s review of the plan was interrupted when the door to the roof swung open and the rather dour little girl, her target, stepped out and walked purposefully to the side overlooking the playground. The purple-haired kidnapper had studied her target and knew that the stuck-up girl would not allow herself to be seen playing during her lunch break, instead eating alone up on the roof, watching disdainfully down on her peers. Squinting, Anko thought there might have been a bit of wistful longing there.
               Realizing the moment had arrived Anko silently leapt to the ground and, pocketing the photo, readied the seal. When she was a step behind the grumpy girl, she took a moment to look over her form. Her rather plain ninja uniform was made of the highest quality, to be certain, and Anko was sure it concealed an extremely conditioned body for a girl that age. Of course, she would be able to see it in its entirety when she had the girl safely back at the facility.
               Anko took a deep breath. “Hey brat!”
               Turning around to scold whatever idiot had dared to address her in such a manner, little Hanabi’s irritation kept her from noticing the hand delivering the tag to her forehead until it was too late. A flash of chakra seemed to go through the preteen’s body as a clone materialized behind her, the original’s body crumpling unconscious into Anko’s arms.
               Nodding at the clone, Anko unslung the large duffle bag she had on her back. Reaching in, she grabbed a large roll of chakra-conducive tape and quickly set about binding her victim. Wrapping the tape around the girl’s wrists, knees, hands and mouth, she quickly forced the child into a fetal position before wrapping tape around her back to under her thighs, forcing her into a ball. She carefully maneuvered the unconscious captive into the duffle bag and zipped it shut. Looking around to make sure she hadn’t left anything traceable, Anko slung the strap of the bag over her shoulder. Feeling her slumbering prize against her back, the jounin’s pussy moistened.
               We’re gonna have so much fun brat!
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               Hana Inuzuka swallowed nervously. The young woman was strapped into a modified gynecological chair, her legs spread obscenely wide by the stirrups. Every inch of her body was covered smothered in a white latex catsuit, the shining material accenting her curves nicely. A custom-made hole in the suit exposed her quim to the room, and Naruko took a moment to slap her palm hard against the captive pussy, eliciting a muffled scream of pain. Terrified black eyes watched the diminutive Mistress as she moved to one of the corners of the room.
               Naruko had debated how best to break the mother and daughter Inuzukas, and had finally decided some ‘forced interaction’ was certain to crush the minds of the straight women. With that in mind she had made a few tweaks to the seals on her pets’ new collars. She planned on giving them the full neck tattoo, but that was time consuming and unnecessary for the moment.
               As she walked over to Tsume, whose latex-encased form was essentially a curvier twin of her daughter, she couldn’t help but run her hands over the shiny smooth body of the woman shackled to the wall. Her typical wild hair was hidden by the form fitting hood that capped off the incredibly sexy catsuits the mother and daughter wore. Any threats she may have been wanted to make at the psychotic teenager were muted by the inflatable gag strapped into her mouth. Her head was kept looking straight-forward by a particularly tall discipline collar, so she was surprised when Naruko grasped the strap-on she hadn’t known she was wearing. She gasped as the blonde pressed the rubber toy against her sex.
               Looking over to her audience, Naruko winked at the bound Hokage before explaining what was about to happen.
               “Well, I suppose you’ve both realized that the Tsunade you met with earlier was a fake. The woman at the tower was a clone, and your carelessness has led to you now belonging to me, much like your Hokage here.” Naruko gestured to her favorite pet.
               Tsunade slumped in her bonds at the girl’s words. She had been stripped completely naked before Naruko had shown just how skilled she was with ropes. The blonde genin had woven a harness that entrapped and squeezed the Hokage’s large breasts. Her hands were tied tightly to her shoulders and her elbows pulled up over her head. Her legs had been hobbled together with a beautiful arrangement of crisscrossing ropes that left her feeling quite helpless. To secure her in position, Naruko had attached a chain from the floor to the woman’s collar, bending her over a stool that came to waist-height. The Sannin was left in a humiliating position with her ass thrust out, offered to anyone who happened to be behind her. Her mouth was sealed with an inflatable butterfly gag which Naruko had generously coated with her pussy before plugging the slave’s mouth.
               Naruko snapped her fingers and Tayuya hurried over. The redhead had been dressed in a latex parody of a maid’s uniform, her movements hindered by the thigh length latex skirt that acted as a hobble and the brutal ballet shoes that Tsunade was amazed the girl could even stand in. Apparently Naruko’s training was viciously efficient.
               In the redhead’s hands was the strap-on Tsunade had watched Naruko abuse her apprentice with the day prior. Naruko spread her legs as Tayuya carefully knelt down and, with great difficulty due to her elbows being chained together around her back, began working the toy up her Mistress’s legs.
               Naruko, clad in what appeared to be very expensive black lingerie, waited patiently as Tayuya worked the strap on in place, moaning softly as the slave carefully inserted the butt plug and dildo affixed to the inside of the belt. As her redheaded pet tightened her straps, she resumed her explanation.
               “I considered the best way to train you two. I figured that some mother-daughter bonding might do the trick. So, for the next month, the only pleasure you two will receive will be from one another!” Naruko clapped in amusement at the horrified look in Tsume’s eyes. “Indeed Slut, you and Bitch here will be putting shows on for everyone here, like it or not. Now, I imagine you may refuse like a brave kunoichi. The thing is...I won’t punish you for disobedience…” Naruko made a hand seal and Hana, or Bitch, began thrashing on the chair, agonized screams echoing in the room despite her gag. Tsume shook her head frantically in anger and terror before Naruko cancelled the jutsu. “I’ll punish the other one. So, I’m going to lead you over to your little girl there, and you’re going to fuck her for me and Princess. I really like a show to get me going, you see.”
               Tsunade listened to the whole thing in horror, though considering how her Mistress had arranged things she wasn’t particularly surprised. She watched as Naruko waved a relieved Tayuya away before detaching Tsume from the wall. Having seen what had just happened to Hana, a docile Tsume allowed Naruko to lock her leather wrist cuffs behind her back. Clipping a very short lead to the MILF’s collar, she lead the stumbling woman over to her weakly mewling daughter. Settling the clan leader between her child’s thighs, Naruko knelt down and secured Tsume’s ankle cuffs to the chair her daughter was attached to. She straightened up and, in a moment of inspiration attached the other end of the short lead to Hana’s collar, forcing the two masked and gagged faces to stare into each other’s eyes.
               Smiling at the scene she had created, Naruko reached over to a nearby rolling table and snapped on a pair of latex gloves. She then squeezed out what turned out to be a great deal of lubricant into her palms. Reaching between the mother and daughter pair, she first applied the lube to the large rubber shaft jutting from Tsume’s hips, then reached back and shoved two fingers up Hana’s pussy. The girl gave out a long whine as her Mistress smeared the sexual liquid deep into her quim, but Naruko didn’t pay any attention. When she was satisfied, Naruko reached down and, pressing against Tsume’s ass with the other, guided the woman’s cock into her daughter.
               Hana let out a desperate snort as she felt her mother enter her, unable to believe the situation she found herself in. She flinched when her teenage captor reached up and stroked her rubber cheek with a wet hand.
               “Your mom’s pretty hot, Bitch. You should try to enjoy it!” Smiling, Naruko reached back behind Tsume and grabbed the bulb hanging from the strap-on’s harness. Giving it a quick two squeezes, she grinned as the Inuzuka matron jumped in pain, the plug in her ass unexpectedly increasing in size. “Now Slut, just wait until I tell you then I expect you to fuck your daughter like it’s your honeymoon, understand?” Tsume mumbled a broken assent, a sob catching her throat.
               Naruko sauntered back to Tsunade, but not before dispensing a generous amount of lube into her hands. When she disappeared behind the bound Hokage the woman got nervous. When she felt two fingers pressing insistently into her asshole she knew what her Mistress had planned and her head slumped down in dismay.
               “Your ass is soooo tight nee-chan. You really need to relax or it’s going to hurt. Hmm…so soft and warm…have you ever let anyone else back her Princess?” Tsunade snorted at the notion she was ‘letting’ Naruko in her ass, but shook her head regardless.
               “Really? I’m your first! Oh, I’m so excited! I’ll take it slow on you, ok Princess?” Naruko really was pleased she was the one who got to take the Fifth Hokage’s anal virginity—it was truly a special moment. She continued to slowly thrust her fingers into the tight ring as she slowly jerked off her strap-on with the other, getting it wet as well as stimulating her own clit beneath the harness. The teenager laughed when, after inserting a third finger into her slave’s rectum, the blonde pet snorted in pain and shook her rear trying in vain to dislodge the intruding digits.
               Naruko stopped lubing her strap-on and gave the disobedient slave a smart slap on her ass, leaving a wet handprint that started turning red. “Bad nee-chan! You need to help! Push back and relax, ok!” When her pet’s struggles slowed and Naruko felt her finger’s slipping past the woman’s anus easier, she decided it was time. After ten minutes of preparations, she carefully placed the head of her rubber cock against the Hokage’s twitching asshole before addressing the mother-daughter pair who had remained frozen, Tsume’s cock half way inside her daughter.
               “Ok Slut, fuck her!” Knowing better than to resist, Tsume slowly pressed her hips forward, staring into her daughter’s masked face and scared eyes as the cock strapped to her waist slowly raped her first-born child. She wasn’t certain, her daughter didn’t tell her everything, but she had a pretty strong sense she was currently taking her little girl’s virginity. When her latex-coated hips touched Hana’s, the older woman and tried to express how sorry she was with her eyes before pulling the dildo back out, her heart breaking as her tears streaked down her child’s latex mask.
               Naruko watched in satisfaction as her new mother and daughter toys started ‘making love’ before bending down, lying flat against Tsunade’s back, pressing her bare tits against the warm flesh of her pet. Lowering her mouth next to the older woman’s ear the youthful slave owner whispered, “I promise to fuck you like that on our wedding night Tsunade.”
               The shock of what her Mistress had just said completely distracted Tsunade as the teenager slipped the wet dildo deep into her rectum. It was when she felt the warm skin of her captor’s hips against her rear that her brain rebooted and she simultaneously realized what Naruko had said and became intimately aware of the large rubber shaft penetrating her butt. Letting out a load groan, the Fifth Hokage’s mind was terrifyingly confused.
               The confusion was shattered by the second hard thrust of the young girl behind her, driving the air out of her lungs as she felt what she assumed was her Mistress attempting to ram the dildo up her ass and out her mouth. Shrieking behind her gag, Tsunade began twisting her body in a futile effort to get away from the incredible pain surging through her bottom. The furniture she was attached to, however, was firmly bolted to the ground, and nothing the desperate kunoichi did could displace Naruko’s wicked rod.
               “Oh your butt is so tight Princess. Ahh! I want to fuck. It. Every. DAY!” Naruko punctuated each word with a quick thrust up her pet’s bottom hole. Pulling out and enjoying the way her victim’s ass clung desperately to the rubber shaft, Naruko aimed carefully and spat on the slimy cock before grabbing her pet’s shoulders and slowly sinking back into her hot asshole. When she was as deep as she could go the jinchuuriki lay down on Tsunade’s back and pressed her ear between the woman’s shoulder blades. She reached around and held the bound breasts of her captive in her palms, relishing their warm soft weight. She flexed her own rear, enjoying the spreading, full sensation from the buttplug in her harness. She wouldn’t be telling her slave anytime soon, but she was looking forward to the point where she could trust Tsunade to fuck her ass.
For a few minutes Naruko remained still, enjoying the sweat-slick heat of her captive’s skin and the smell of sex in the room. As she kissed the warm flesh, she listened to combined sounds of her pet’s gasping breaths, and the wet sucking sounds coming from the mother and daughter. Straightening up, the blonde took a moment to admire the stretched sphincter surrounding her cock, basking in the knowledge that she was taking something the beautiful Hokage had never given to anyone. Stroking Tsunade’s hips, Naruko quickly returning to a steady pace, thrusting hard into the glorious backside in front of her.
               Tsunade wobbled around on her stool as much as her bonds would allow, but there was no escaping the strap-on buried in her asshole. No matter how long her anal violation went on she could feel every torturous inch of the shaft as it rubbed against the walls of her anus, the shiny head reaching deep into her rectum. And in spite of all of it, the most horrifying aspect was the small measure of pleasure she could feel burning in her crotch. After fifteen minutes of steady anal fucking she could feel her juices dripping down her thigh. The blonde fifty year-old’s face burned red in shame and lust. She screamed in frustration as the dildo slid far up her rear again and again, though her protests were reduced to muffled warbling by the gag filling her mouth.
               A few feet away Tsume had maintained a consistent rhythm as she raped her daughter’s quim. Hana had finally stopped crying and seemed to be focusing on her breathing, most likely retreating to her counter-interrogation lessons. Tsume did not have that luxury. The infernal nature of the cock that had been attached to her was one that forced her arousal, a small rigid bump constantly stimulating her throbbing clit. The overinflated plug in her ass never let her forget its presence either, the bulb dangling from her behind bouncing against her shiny rubber thighs as she thrust her hips.
               In her latex prison, Tsume could feel and smell her musk growing heavier. The stifling nature of the latex caused her heated body to generate an incredible amount of perspiration, and she was forced to constantly blink away the salty liquid from her eyes. Her feet and legs, forced en pointe, were in constant agony as well. The incessant discomfort and increasing arousal played havoc with the curvy middle-aged woman but worst of all, despite herself, she could feel an encroaching orgasm. All the while, her hips never stopped forcing the rubber shaft into her daughter’s cunt.
               Hana’s eyes were blank, her nineteen year-old mind subsumed by the identical sensations her mother was experiencing. Her virginal pussy, stretched to its limits, wrapped tightly around her mother’s slick cock. While her training had removed any physical evidence of her virginity long ago, her lack of experience was still causing a great deal of pain. And in spite of it all she could feel herself beginning to push back against her Tsume’s deep thrusts.
               Tsunade could not believe that thirty minutes into her violation she found herself desperately holding back what felt to be the biggest orgasm of her life. Shaking her head, drool and tears dripping from her face, she tried frantically to reason away the pleasure radiating from her butt. She was being raped. She was being fucked in the ass. Naruko, a thirteen year old, a fellow female, was fucking her in the ass. Nothing about the situation would have intrigued the blonde five days ago, but at that moment she was more aroused and her body more desperate to cum than she had ever been. After another twenty minutes, when she felt Naruko’s hot tongue trail a path along her spine, licking her sweat-soaked skin, she finally gave into the sensations in her asshole.
It was when Tsunade finally screamed out in orgasm that Naruko began to slow down her anal rape. Over the course of the next few minutes she began rubbing soothing circles on her pet’s heated backside, red from the impact of her hips. Finally stopping completely, the upcoming slaver began withdrawing from her new favorite hole. Panting in satisfaction, Naruko watched as her cock slowly slipped out of her exhausted pet, delighting in the wet slurping sound it made before popping cutely from the grasping anus. Deciding it was time to end that particular show she cleared her throat.
               “That’s enough! Tayuya, come here and clean this off.”
               The humbled former Sound kunoichi quickly made her way over to Mistress before dropping to her knees and without hesitation engulfing the rubber cock, still warm from the Hokage’s ass, with her well-trained mouth. She sloppily bounced her head on the latex tool, forcing it towards the back of her throat, drool dripping from her mouth and down to her rubbery tits. Her tongue worked desperately to lap up the juices the blonde’s ass had left on the latex toy.
               Naruko stood and enjoyed the sounds coming from her waist as she lovingly stroked the full behind of her favorite pet. She knew it was only a matter of time before Tsunade was completely hers, but she had enjoyed the woman’s resistance. Pushing Tayuya’s head away from her cock, she watched approvingly as without asking the slave turned and set about licking clean the slowly-closing asshole of the bound Hokage. Naruko then redirected her attention to the pair of Inuzukas who had continued in their incestuous violation.
               “You two can rest for a while. When I come back I’ll take you to your room. Now, if you’re still inside your daughter when I return, Slut, I’ll give you both a treat. If not, well…you won’t like that.” Tsume, exhausted by both the hour long sexual task she had endured and the mental gymnastics of being forced to rape her own daughter, collapsed forward onto her offspring’s soft body, the day’s events taken their toll. Tears fell from her eyes as she felt her daughter, her kind beautiful baby girl, gently nuzzle her head against her cheek trying to comfort her broken mother.
               Tayuya had finished her task, and set about untying Tsunade from the stool. The redhead had carefully stood the Hokage up on shaky feet, leaving the blushing woman’s arms bound next to her head. Naruko took one last look back at the two latex-encased women before gently pulling on Tsunade’s leash, instructing Tayuya to follow them to Princess’s room once she had turned off the lights.
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               Ino rolled around in bed. She just couldn’t fall asleep no matter what she tried. The blonde’s bed was soaked in sweat and, to her embarrassment, pussy juices. Her scent was heavy in her room and it made her light-headed. She couldn’t help but think of what Hinata had invited her to.
               Sighing, she walked over to the window and opened it, letting the cool air rush in, chilling her excited body and clearing the sexual aroma. Reaching down, she groaned in arousal and irritation when she felt her panties completely soaked through. Deciding a drink of water might help, she quickly debated changing before shrugging. Her dad was on a ‘diplomatic’ mission and her mom would be sound asleep by now. She headed to the kitchen.
               As she made her way down the hallway, she couldn’t help but notice her mother’s door was open. Unable to help herself, she took a quick look inside and what she found froze her in place. A luckily-placed beam of moonlight highlighted her mother’s round bottom and the fact that, apparently, her mother didn’t wear clothes to bed. Upon closer inspection, the shiny trails on the woman’s thigh indicated that, in her husband’s absence, her mother had taken care of her needs personally.
               It took a minute for Ino to realize where she was, that her mouth was open, and her hand was slowly rubbing circles on her painfully-stiff clit. Shaking herself, she ran back to her room and leapt into the still-wet bed, her fingers plunging deep inside of her while she bit her pillow.
               When she finally passed out six orgasms later, she was more confused and aroused than ever, the water completely forgotten.
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               Anko smirked when she felt the bag on her back beginning to move. She had just made it back into her room in the facility, and she could tell her new toy was finally shaking off the effects of the clone seal.
               Depositing the bag on her bed, she watched amusedly as the struggles slowly began to increase. Licking her lips, she ran her eyes around her room for what would be the best way to introduce her toy to her new life.
               Anko’s room, much like the rest of Naruko’s hidden facility, was practically a shrine to sex and bondage. Deep lavender, the same color of the Snake Mistress’s hair, was the color scheme she had chosen. Her four poster bed was made up with luxurious purple silk sheets, belying the sinister nature of the furniture. Hidden anchors, straps, and chains were the theme for the whole room. A large wardrobe stood directly next to the bed, which Anko opened and began perusing.
               The jounin stood in front of her collection for a moment, considering her options and listening to the increasingly frantic moans coming from the duffle bag on her bed. Finally deciding on a plan of action, she grabbed a thick plastic tube and a small collar and skipped over to the bed.
               Hands shaking excitedly the kidnapper slowly unzipped the duffel. Angry pale eyes blinked at the sudden influx of light before focusing on Anko. The older woman was amused by the child’s attempt at intimidation—her fear was quite obvious to an experienced member of the Torture and Interrogation department. Folding the bag down around her toy she quickly set about her plan.
               The young Hyuuga was still bound tightly into a small ball. The only difference from when she had been captured was the thick sheen of sweet sweat that coated her trembling body. Anko whispered the name of a jutsu Hanabi didn’t quite catch and the woman’s hand began to glow a soft green. Reaching down she severed the tape that forced the girl’s torso against her thighs. Uncaring of the angry whimpers or increasing struggles from her captive, Anko quickly tightened the collar around the preteen’s neck and reached to the head of the bed. Fumbling around behind the pillow she finally grasped and yanked down a metal cable which she snapped to the ring connected to the girl’s collar.
               Moving down to the foot of the bed she repeated the process and pulled up another cable, this time wrapping it around the girl’s ankles after stripping her of her socks and ninja sandals. Making a hand sign, the two cables pulled taught, instantly stopping the frantic writhing of her prey and eliciting a surprised choking sound.
               “Just give me a sec sweetie.” Anko’s tone was almost motherly, and for a split second Hanabi felt a small measure of irrational comfort. However, any sense of ease was shattered as Anko reactivated her jutsu and began slicing away the girl’s pants and the tape binding her knees together. With a tearing sound she finally pulled away the baggy pants leaving the girl’s lower half covered only by a cute pair of pink panties.
               Running her hands up the pale legs she had just uncovered, Anko shivered and moaned out loud. The child beneath her froze, terrified of the insane woman who was dangerously close to an extremely private area. Anko’s eyes snapped back into focus and very carefully she cut the two sides of her toy’s panties before slowly pulling the ruined clothing away from her prize.
               “So pretty…” Anko didn’t even realize she was talking. She suddenly thrust her head down and buried her nose in the warm crotch of her captive, breathing in deep the terrified child’s scent. Sitting back on her heels, Anko reveled in the young musk before remembering what she was doing. She picked up the tube, which Hanabi, despite her confusion and fear, realized was a thick roll of saran wrap. Anko carefully peeled away the beginning of the roll and, with a bit of difficulty, lifted the girl’s legs onto her thighs and began quickly wrapping the girl’s legs in the plastic.
               Anko didn’t skimp on her wrapping. When she got to the girl’s waist, the little Hyuuga’s legs looked like a solid mass of plastic. Setting aside the roll, she whispered her jutsu again and quickly divested the kunoichi-in-training of the rest of her clothes. The girl’s tight body was breathtaking to the twisted snake-mistress. Pale and small, the sweat-coated toy was everything that turned Anko on. Her tight stomach hinted at hours and hours of physical conditioning, something the purple-haired kidnapper was sure would come in handy. Her chest was still smooth, a look which Anko appreciated just as much as the hefty breasts of her Mistress. Taking a brief moment to squeeze the new slave’s nipples, eliciting a pained and startled shriek from behind the tape gag, Anko then cut the tape binding the child’s hands together.
               She had to give her toy credit; the girl did immediately try to apply her clan’s Gentle Fist as soon as her hands were free. Despite the noble effort, however, Anko batted the hands away carelessly before straddling the girl’s torso, forcing her arms against her sides. While it was tricky, she managed to continue binding the girl in plastic from that position, slowly cementing her arms to her sides. A few moments later and she had finished, only the young girl’s head uncovered by plastic.
               Anko smiled brilliantly at Hanabi, whose face was wet with tears of frustration and fear. “Let me just get a bit more comfortable and then we can start, ok?” Not waiting for a response, Anko hopped off the bed and quickly began stripping. Her coat, miniskirt, and footwear were the only things that really required careful removal. Pausing for a moment, she shrugged before quickly tearing holes in her fishnet body suit, exposing her breasts and crotch to the cool air of the room.
               As she undressed she began addressing her slave.
               “Well I’m quite certain you’re fairly confused right now, Hanabi-chan. Also rather scared and angry. Well, that’s normal. Let me explain your new situation. From now on, you belong to me. I own you. As an aside, my Mistress owns me, so you belong to her as well. Now, as the heiress of the Hyuuga clan it was determined it would be strategically valuable to bring you under Mistress’s control, and as a gift for behaving so well Mistress said I could keep you all to myself!” Anko clapped her hands excitedly as she moved back to the bed. Hanabi’s eyes followed her movements, wary as to what the insane woman had planned next. They widened to comic proportions when, with a spin of her wrist, her new owner produced a rather wicked looking kunai.
               Anko noticed her captive’s eyes fixing on the kunai she was spinning around. “Oh, don’t worry Hanabi-chan; I’m not into blood play. Well, at least not with my younger toys. No, this is just to help you…air out a bit. Now, I’m going to make some cuts and I want you to be very still, understand? Oh, wait a second.” Realizing the tensile strength of the cords was keeping Hanabi from even nodding, Anko quickly released the binds from the girl’s ankles and collar with a seal, the cords whipping back out of sight.
               “Sorry about that. Now, do you understand?” The cocooned Hyuuga just stared. Anko frowned before making a half seal, a few symbols on the child’s collar turning red. The plastic-wrapped girl’s body arched off the bed in agony before slumping back down as Anko released the sign. “I expect prompt responses Hanabi-chan. Now, will you stay still for me?” Hanabi nodded shakily, her eyes blinking away fresh tears.
               Pleased with her toy’s obedience, Anko went about slowly cutting away the plastic covering the girl’s puffy nipples. Soon the two nubs of flesh were exposed to the cool air and Anko was pleased to see they were rock hard. She then moved down and carefully began cutting the plastic away from the girl’s crotch. When she cut open the wrapping at the child’s pussy she was assaulted by a wave of warm musk, making the older woman shiver in anticipation. She then quickly rolled over the plastic-wrapped slave and carefully cut open a hole framing the girl’s cute ass. For a eleven year old the girl certainly had a toned body. She flicked the child’s ass and was pleased by how solid it was. Giving in to a quick impulse, she lowered her head and, spreading the girl’s cheeks wide, licked the winking asshole on display with a long, hard swipe.
               Sitting up and wiping her mouth, Anko flipped her bound toy over again and smiled at her mortified expression. “Now, I’m going to take your gag off, but there are two rules. One, you will address me as Anko-hime. Two, you are allowed one question. If you break either rule I’ll turn on the collar again, understand?” The girl nodded hesitantly.
               Anko reached down and quickly unwrapped the tape binding the girl’s mouth shut. Sitting back on her heels, the jounin watched as the Hyuuga tried to think of the most useful question she could ask. When the situation overwhelmed her, the girl blurted out what had clearly been wracking her brain, “Why did you…um, why---why did you lick my butt?!” Clearly humiliated and confused, Anko decided to give her another chance.
               “Why did you lick my butt…?” Anko prompted.
               “Ah! Anko-hime! Why did you lick my butt Anko-hime?” Smiling at her quick correction, Anko reached down and slowly started rolling the slave’s nipple between her fingers.
               “Because it’s tasty and it feels good, of course. In fact…” Anko stood up and turned around, facing the foot of the bed. Carefully stepping over her plastic-bound toy, she positioned herself over the child’s face and carefully squatted down until her luscious ass was hovering right over the petrified girl’s face.
               “You’re going to return the favor! Now little Hanabi-chan, if you do exactly as I say, I swear I’ll make you feel reeeeal good, okay?” Anko waited a moment and when the girl didn’t immediately respond she pinched her nipple.
               “AH! Yes! I’ll do what you want Anko-hime!”
               “Good girl. Now, I want you to do for me what I just did for you. I want you to, ahem, lick my butt. For starters, treat it like it was an ice cream cone, ok?”
               “O…ok.” Anko knew from reading the girl’s dossier that this submissive behavior was almost a one-eighty from the Hyuuga’s usual demeanor. The power she wielded caused her pussy to clench, some drops of arousal spilling out and landing on her toy’s neck.
               Without waiting any longer, Anko finished her squat and lowered her asshole to the child’s mouth. At first she felt nothing except the quick, hot breaths of a scared toy. Right when she was about to reprimand her slave, she felt a timid wet tongue poke at her anus.
               Anko moaned loudly and had to struggle not to fall over.
               “Good girl. But long licks, ok? And spit on it too.”
               Hanabi was truly scared of this woman. Her body was completely immobile in the stifling plastic, she could feel the sweat beginning to build, and her privates were on display to anyone who cared to look. Worse though was the large backside pressing down against her face. The woman’s scent was strong but not unpleasant, and it reminded her of her sister when she came home from training or one of her dates. But what scared her most of all was the collar around her neck, which reminded her of her family’s seal for its branch members a bit too much.
Resolving not to feel that pain again, she followed her instructions and spat on the tight brown hole hovering over her mouth. Most of the saliva fell back onto her face, but judging by the sounds coming from her tormentor it had been what she wanted. Sticking out her tongue, she began dragging it along the proffered ring of flesh.
Anko was high on the sensations from the whole situation. She knew just how the village would react to what she was doing, smothering a child’s face with her beautiful ass, to say nothing of the Hyuuga clan itself. The taboo of it all, combined with the tongue now rapidly lapping at her asshole, had turned her pussy into a faucet, coating the girl’s neck and chin in her feminine juices.
Unable to resist, Anko shifted from a squat to kneeling. Arching her back so as to maintain contact between her asshole and her toy’s mouth as she was a good fourteen inches taller than her captive, she quickly bent down and attached her mouth to the exposed preteen pussy beneath her. For a moment the tongue licking her backside stilled. Irritated she slapped one of the girl’s thighs, causing the cocooned toy to jump in pain.
“Hanabi-chan! You stop when I tell you and not a moment sooner! Now, push your tongue in. Yes…like that! Ooooh…” Anko cut herself off by diving back into the virgin pussy beneath her, exulting in the flavor of the girl and the tightness of her bare, prepubescent snatch.
Hanabi, her thigh still aching, kept pressing her tongue has hard as she could against her kidnapper’s anus before finally without warning the clenched sphincter loosened up and her wet appendage slipped inside. Almost immediately the woman’s ass tightened up again, trapping the child’s tongue in her hot, musky asshole. Fearing more punishment, Hanabi began thrusting her tongue as best she could, fucking the ass covering her young face.
The twenty-two year old jounin kept up her violation of her eleven year-old toy for a good half hour, managing a blissful four orgasms from the sensations of the child’s rimjob. As for the girl’s pussy, much like her kidnapper it was leaking juices at a prodigious rate but Anko was relatively certain her slave was simply too scared to cum.
Leaning back, Anko went into the home stretch, bouncing her soft ass against the girl’s face and forcing the tongue trapped in her backside as deep into her rectum as she could. Her last orgasm was the most powerful, almost every muscle in her body clenching in bliss that bordered on agony as she knelt frozen, smothering the quickly-panicking child who’s tongue was still deep in her ass. Almost a minute later, the purple-haired woman collapsed and rolled off her plastic-wrapped toy, her large chest heaving. She watched as her pet gasped desperately for breath, her red face having been trapped by Anko’s curvy bottom.
When Anko felt she had recovered, she shakily moved up to the head of the bed. Hanabi was all but insensate, and didn’t notice the woman maneuvering her underneath the silk sheets. She carefully slid down next to her new toy and, with almost motherly care, gently forced the child’s mouth to the nipple of one of her luscious breasts. Making two quick seals, the lights in the room slowly dimmed to nothing and a seal on the Snake-Mistress’s neck flashed.
She felt the girl she was holding to her breast start in surprise when she first tasted the milk. Smiling in pleasure, she felt the confused and exhausted child latch to her nipple and begin drinking deep. Reaching down she gently forced a finger into the girl’s behind, wincing when the surprised preteen bit down on her nipple. Ignoring the pain she used her grip to pull the plastic wrapped toy tight to her body. Slowly thrusting her finger into the little girl’s ass she felt her pet relax and continue drinking her milk.
Cradling the nursing slave, Anko felt herself fall into the best sleep she had had in years.
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Disturbing, I know.
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