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Mistress	By : GlossyLatex Category: Naruto > Yuri - Female/Female Views: 78592 -:- Recommendations : 8 -:- Currently Reading : 12
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So pretty violent lemon followed by a weird one.

                                                                           Chapter Eight

               Tsunade was confused.
               She was easily one of the strongest ninja in the elemental nations. Her political acumen had quickly proven to be on par with her grandfather’s. Her intelligence, poor gambling habits notwithstanding, was respected by anyone that knew her name.
               And yet, here she sat on a transparent throne, her legs chained to a toilet leading to a fellow enslaved kunoichi’s mouth. Her ‘Mistress’ as she was beginning to refer to Naruko even in her own head had sat her down and told her to relieve herself while she went over some paperwork.
               Apparently even insane lesbian megalomaniacs had to keep their accounts in order.
               Propping her head on her hands, her elbows braced against her knees, the imprisoned Hokage carefully reviewed the emotions she had started to feel over the past day.
               She was undoubtedly, and understandably, furious at the women that had brought her here. Her little sister in all but blood had betrayed, kidnapped, and raped her. And yet…
               The blonde’s mind flashed back to the day before. She could practically feel the teenager’s rubber cock deep inside her ass, the nipples against her sweaty back, and the hot breath against her ear.
               ‘I promise to fuck you like that on our wedding night Tsunade.’
               Even thinking about it caused a shiver to run down her spine, and not totally out of repulsion. And was she repulsed by the very idea of marrying the younger girl? Or because of what had been done to her?
               Tsunade had never really felt all that attracted to women before, but the near non-stop female sex she had been forced into over the past few days had certainly opened her eyes to sensations that, given different circumstances, she might have sought out on her own.
               She knew she should feel shame. Shame about the fear her Mistress could so easily invoke in the hardened Hokage. Shame at how quickly her Mistress could arouse her now. Shame at how she couldn’t help but refer to Naruko as Mistress even in the privacy of her own mind. She knew Naruko had tattooed a seal onto her neck and she didn’t know the full extent of its effects; while part of her hoped she could lay the blame for her growing attraction to her captor on the insidious fuinjutsu, she was fairly certain she herself was to blame.
               Naruko had brought the older woman to orgasm more times over the past three days than Tsunade had experienced in her entire life prior. Despite experiencing and witnessing some of the most intense sexual violence she could conjure up, the very memories of the abuses caused her pussy to moisten. The dull ache in her asshole made her wet rather than angry.
               With a sigh, Tsunade relaxed her bladder and began peeing into the tube below. Raising her eyes to the screen above with an almost child-like fascination, she couldn’t help but imagine taking Temari’s place as she watched the teen struggle to drink her hot offering.
               In the back of her head Tsunade knew four days ago the situation would have repulsed her, but she couldn’t help but wonder if perhaps this was simply her opening her eyes to a new life.
               The slave was left alone with her thoughts, the room silent except for the soft rushing sound of her piss.
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               Ino lay on her bed, soaked in sweat. The bed itself was practically translucent from the various fluids that had been spilled. She stared up at the ceiling, completely naked, a lost look in her eyes.
               Muffled banging came from her closet, and the blonde slowly turned her head to look at where the sound had come from. Eyes fixed on the closet door, the genin nervously wondered what she was going to do next.
(Four hours ago)
Ino growled in frustration.
               ‘Fucking Shikamaru and Asuma-sensei…we don’t need a day off to prepare for ‘intense’ training! I bet they’re just going to go play their stupid board game. I’ll be surprised if we even have to run tomorrow. Bah!’
               The pretty kunoichi was understandably upset. She knew her friend Naruko would never let a whole day go by without doing something to improve herself, but Asuma-sensei had ordered Team Ten to not engage in any seriously strenuous exercise. It was farcical. Combined with the ever present tension of the looming liaison between her and her two closest friends, which she switched between anxiously anticipating and dreading, Ino was rather stressed.
               As she stalked up the path to her front door she realized it was the first time she had been home this early in the day in months. It was only ten, and if her mother had kept to her schedule she would’ve just finished her daily workout.
               Mom…
               Ino was still conflicted about the prior night. Not only had she masturbated while thinking about another woman, she had masturbated while thinking of her own mother. There was something seriously wrong with that, but as her mind started turning it all over her heartbeat began to speed up. Lost in her thoughts she quietly entered her house, completely unaware of the seal on her neck beginning to pulse ominously.
               As she entered the kitchen to look for something cool to drink, the sight that greeted her instantly made her mouth go dry and her nipples hard enough to cut glass. Apparently her mother had indeed maintained her workout regimen, though her wardrobe had slightly changed from what her daughter remembered.
               Kurie Yamanaka took her position in the Allied Mother’s Force quite seriously. While she hadn’t ascended the ranks of shinobi like her husband or daughter, she had received the basic militia training required of all Konoha citizens. As a result she had a strong dedication to physical fitness. Every morning, rain or shine, she would wake up early and run throughout the village before returning home and doing basic body-weight exercises.
               Much like her daughter, Kurie had a certain predilection for fashion and when the newest workout clothing, yoga pants, had swept through her social circle she was quick to adopt them as her standard exercise uniform. For a top she simply wore a training bra, ostensibly for staying cool but in reality to show off her rather impressive bust. Her dedication to fitness and good genetics had helped the thirty-one year-old mother maintain a rather stunning curvaceous figure.
               That particular morning she had finished her training and gone inside, intending on a long relaxing shower before heading to the family flower shop. Unfortunately she had been a bit dazed and not noticed a plate hanging precariously over the counter edge and bumped it with her hips. The resulting crash had sent the contents, chocolate sauce from the previous night’s dessert (it was a cheat day), all over the kitchen floor. Sighing, she grabbed a wet towel and knelt down to clean the sticky mess up.
               It was to the sight of her mother, kneeling on the floor bent over with her ass thrust out, that Ino entered the kitchen. Kurie never heard her daughter, so had no idea the young teenager was lasciviously eyeing her rear, the skin tight pants soaked through with sweat, as she cleaned. She never heard her offspring creep closer, or saw the lust entering the young girl’s eyes.
               Ino stepped forward softly, intending to get a closer look at her mother’s form for reasons she wasn’t entirely sure about. When she was about a step away, the smell hit her like a lightning jutsu. Her mother’s musky scent, exponentially enhanced by the woman’s earlier exertions and the juices induced from the voyeuristic thrill she got from her outfit, assaulted Ino’s nose and the genin’s mind snapped. The seal on her neck practically hummed in victory. It began pulsing quickly as the blonde pounced.
               Kurie let out a curse when she felt a rather light body impact her hard, driving her to the messy floor below. At first she was irritated that she had the sugary, sticky mess all over her chest and face, but that quickly melted away to panic when she realized someone else was in the room with her. On top of her. She quickly began struggling, but it seemed nothing she could do would dislodge her apparent attacker.
               Ino felt her mom begin to panic beneath her, but her struggles only caused the blonde to wet her panties even more. Pushing her forearm against the back of her mother’s neck, she reached into her hip pouch and quickly produced a spool of ninja wire.
               “Calm down kaa-chan!”
               Kurie froze for a second, her panic replaced by overwhelming confusion. “Ino? What are you doing? Please get off of me, you’re hurting me! Young lady, I don’t know what’s gotten-what, what are you doing?”
               Ino had spun around and quickly placed her knees on either side of her mother’s head, locking the woman in place facing down. Ignoring her mother’s question she quickly made a loop around her mother’s wrists with the wire before pulling them tight. Kurie squealed at the sudden pain, her confused questions switching to higher pitched pleas for her daughter to stop and that it wasn’t funny.
               Ino, with a speed worthy of a daughter of a T&I head, quickly looped the wire around her mother’s fingers, sealing the woman’s hands together as open palms. Shifting down her captive’s body, her pussy settling over the hands she had just bound, she reached down and repeated the process with her mom’s ankles.
               Throughout all of this, Kurie had struggled violently; doing anything she could to dislodge her daughter. Unfortunately, her earlier exercise combined with the fact she wasn’t a fully conditioned kunoichi quickly led to her exhaustion. Within minutes she lay limp, pleading with her daughter and rather wary of the wet heat she could feel pressed against her bound hands.
               Ino, having finished securing her mother, stood up and quickly cut through the bandages she used in lieu of pants.
               I should probably look into something a bit more practical…
               After removing her ‘clothes’ she quickly stripped off her panties. Kneeling next to her mother’s head she looked into her eyes.
               “Open wide kaa-chan.”
               Kurie was beginning to get quite scared, and the throaty voice her daughter was suddenly using didn’t help any. Not seeing what her little girl was planning she tried to reach out one last time.
               “Ino, please, stop, it isn’t funny ann-mmphphp! MMHH!” Kurie’s plea was interrupted by Ino quickly stuffing her wet panties into the older woman’s mouth and sealing them in with a length of bandaging. Smiling at her mother’s horrified face, who had realized what she was tasting, Ino moved to her mother’s ankles and grabbed the wire binding them. Picking up her parent by her feet, she began dragging the woman into the living room, stripping her socks as she went.
               As Ino entered the living room she quickly dragged her bound mother behind the couch, enjoying the now angry muffled yells from the woman as she was pulled around like luggage. Ino quickly went to the windows and pulled down the blinds before closing the doors to the room. Just to ensure their privacy, she also activated the standard issue clan seals used to counteract eavesdropping. Satisfied, Ino crossed the now darker room and went back to her mother.
               The genin looked down at her prisoner and licked her lips. The woman’s upper chest and face was smeared with chocolate sauce, though some of it had been rubbed off as she was dragged into the room. Her eyes were wide and furious, though their redness and the tear tracks on the woman’s face belied her anger.
               Ino reached down and grabbed her mother by her armpits. With the surprising strength of a young kunoichi, Ino lifted her mother up and bent her over the back of the couch, the woman’s face pressing into the seat, her ass thrust up into the air.
               “Eeeohh! Hop it ow!” Kurie’s demands were unintelligible through her daughter’s panties, though the lust-crazed daughter didn’t even try to listen. Kneeling behind her vulnerable mother, Ino pressed her face against her mother’s ass and breathed deep. The woman’s scent had only grown stronger, although…Ino looked down and noticed a wet trail on the floor leading to the couch.
               “Oh kaa-chan wet herself! Bad kaa-chan!” Ino spanked her mother, watching as the luscious ass rippled from the impact and smiling at the squawking noise the woman made. Raising her other hand, she spanked her mom again, and again. Each time she watched transfixed as the toned rear undulated in what had to be the most arousing movements she had ever seen. Losing herself, she didn’t notice Kurie’s screams to stop slowly losing volume, the woman’s voice giving out and the pain from her impromptu spanking overwhelming her.
               Five minutes later, Ino couldn’t contain herself any longer and, hooking her fingers in her mother’s pants, yanked the skin-tight exercise clothing along with her underwear to the older woman’s thighs. The young blonde’s pussy quivered when she saw the bright-red glow of her mother’s abused ass. Putting a hand on it, she was amazed by how hot the flesh had gotten. Squeezing the glorious orb, she shuddered at the painful squeal she drew from her terrorized parent.
               Deciding she had waited long enough, the young genin adjusted herself and without warning buried her face in her mommy’s glowing red backside, shoving her tongue deep into the brunette’s pussy, almost cumming from the taste. While Kurie was in no position to critique, her daughter’s performance was far from expert. Subtlety, foreplay, teasing…it was all tossed aside in favor of using her strong tongue as a surrogate phallus. Ino, not particularly in a state of mind to adjust or think through her technique, continued forcing her mouth hard against her squirming mother’s cunt.
               Kurie felt her mind slipping away. The spanking had been incredibly painful on top of the humiliation of wetting herself in fear, but when she felt her daughter pulling down her pants her mortification had reasserted itself, only to triple when she felt her daughter’s tongue penetrate deep into her womanhood. Finding the last bit strength she had left, she made one last desperate scream and threw herself forward.
               Without removing her tongue from the delectable quim in front of her, Ino responded to her mom’s ‘escape attempt’ by swiftly grabbing the back of the older woman’s bra and pulling hard, arching her captive’s back and stopping all forward momentum. Her mother’s muffled scream turned into a strangled whimper at the awkward position. After holding her victim up for a minute, Ino finally let go, allowing the brunette to fall face first back into the couch. Ino nuzzled her nose against her mom’s cute anus as she continued to eat out the pussy that had given her life, her own cunt getting wet as she listened to the muffled sobs coming from the other side of the couch.
               Kurie, despite having been married for fourteen years, was rather inexperienced when it came to ‘unconventional’ sex. While her marriage did enjoy a healthy sex life, it was nothing that would shock or amaze any of the women in her circle. And so when her daughter, her rapist, sucked her clit into her mouth, the thirty-one year-old only lasted a matter of seconds before her whole body was paralyzed by the most terrifying, powerful, and nauseating orgasm she had ever felt.
               Ino found herself quite enjoying her first foray into sex. It was a number of firsts, actually. First time ever, first time with a woman, first time forcing another woman…her disjointed thoughts flew out the window when she felt her mother seize, her violated cunt gripping her daughter’s tongue as a low, pained moan came from the abused woman’s throat. The genin’s blinked in surprise when a rush of fluids squirted out of her mom’s pussy and soaked her face. Reacting quickly and craving the musky flavor, Ino opened her mouth wide and sealed it over the pulsating womanhood in front of her, drinking as much of the gushing sexual ambrosia as she could find, her tongue reaching deep inside the hot wet sex for more when the flow slowed.
               After consuming all the juices her mom had to offer, Ino stood up and walked in front of the couch. Kurie didn’t move, her face pressed against the chair of the couch.
               “Kaa-chan tasted so good….” Ino sucked on a finger coquettishly, her dripping wet face shining lewdly, “Hmm, it sounded like you really enjoyed that, Mommy. But poor Ino-chan needs to cum too!” Kurie didn’t respond until Ino climbed up next to the woman’s face, pulling her skirt up and pressing her soaked pussy against her mother’s gagged mouth.
               Kurie was running on empty and mewled piteously, her head bucking ineffectually against her physically dominant child. She gasped in relief when Ino backed up but squealed when she felt her daughter spinning her around. Seconds later she found herself sitting straight up on the couch, and waiting for her daughter’s next move.
               Ino smiled as she gently pushed her mother’s pants and underwear down to her ankles. She then prodded her mom’s legs apart, the woman too exhausted to resist. Straddling one leg, she sank down, her superheated pussy coming to rest against the mature woman’s sweaty, firm thigh.
               Kurie, who had thrown her head back, felt the wet heat on her leg and groaned, knowing what it was. She was resolved to keep her eyes shut until with a gasp she felt strong hands grab the hair on the back of her head and wrench her forward, her eyes shooting open and staring into the lust-crazed ones of her thirteen year-old daughter. Fresh tears ran down her cheeks as she felt her child beginning to grind her aroused girlhood against her thigh, the teen’s juices soaking her leg.
               Ino, quickly working herself into a fervor, grabbed both sides of her mother’s head and energetically nuzzled her mother’s cheeks, her clit throbbing at her mother’s sobs. Kurie had realized the wetness her daughter was rubbing into her face was in fact her own sexual fluids. The young Yamanaka then leaned back and, keeping eye contact, gently began licking the tears, smeared chocolate, and cum from her mom’s face. When she was satisfied, she wrapped her arms around the terrorized woman and rested her head in the crook of her mother’s neck, hugging her victim close, uncaring of the sticky mess she was rubbing onto her still-clothed chest and neck. The entire time she maintained her steady grinding motion, her hips sliding her teenage pussy along her captive’s smooth muscled thigh. From a distance, an observer might have thought it was a rather sweet scene, a daughter lovingly embracing her mom.
               Ino’s motions began to speed up as she felt her orgasm approaching. The room, which now reeked of pussy, was filled with the sounds of wet flesh slapping together and the increasingly loud yips of the blonde teenager as she violated her mother’s thigh. A few minutes later, Ino threw her head back and screamed in ecstasy, the flood of juices rushing from her slit coated her mother’s hips and soaked a good portion of the couch. Ino’s body slumped bonelessly against her captive, the blonde’s mind shattered by her orgasm. Her sex pulsated hotly and continued to squirt cum onto her captive’s thigh for well over a minute. The seal on the back of her neck pulsed one last time before fading into nothing.
               When Ino caught her breath she looked up and was met with the terrified, teary eyes of her mother. Still a bit giddy from the orgasm, she was suddenly hit by a sensation of uncertainty and paranoia. She wasn’t sure what her next step was, but she knew she had to put her mom somewhere while she worked it over in her head.
               Stepping off the couch, Ino bent down and threw her mom over her shoulder. The wave of musk emanating from her mother’s crotch almost sent both women to the ground when it hit Ino’s nose, but she managed to stay upright and, showing some impressive stamina, made her way to her room. One-handing her closet door, she carefully maneuvered her mother to the floor of the walk-in closet. Grabbing one of her spare rolls of ninja wire, she bent down and quickly bound her prisoner into a loose hogtie. She made a quick sweep of the room and put any sharp implements out of reach before deciding to be safe rather than sorry and used some leg wrappings to blindfold her squirming mom.
               When Kurie realized her daughter was beginning to blindfold her, she desperately tried to think of something, anything to communicate to the insane teenager. Unfortunately, between the gag, her bindings, and the shock of her incestuous lesbian rape, she could do little more than lay in stunned silence.
               Ino looked down at her bound mother and bit her lip. She had no idea what to do, and was feeling a creeping sense of horror at what she had just done. Yet, there was some strange part of her excited at the possibilities of owning her mother in such a fashion. Her throat went dry when she considered what she hadn’t yet done. Before her thoughts could get away from her Ino snapped the closet door closed and moved back to her bed.
               Stripping off the rest of her clothes, Ino lay down on her bed and stared at the ceiling, deciding to relive the last hour before thinking of her next move.
(Present)
               Ino swung her legs over the edge of the bed and made her way back to the closet. Opening the door she looked down at the hogtied woman who fell out, having worked her way up against the barrier holding her in her ‘cell’.
               “I don’t…I’m sorry mom. It’s just…I don’t think I can…I can’t let you go. Not…yet.”
               Kurie Yamanaka shivered.
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               Naruko circled her creation one last time, ensuring her design would work as intended. While she didn’t intend for the pair to be comfortable, she didn’t want to accidently choke one of them or crush a rib or something. Satisfied, she stepped over to her teammate and ran her hands up the girl’s naked side, smiling as she watched the goose bumps trail her hand and the shiver she felt from her pet.
               The pink-haired girl was not in her standard latex uniform that day. Deciding to return to the basics, Naruko had left the girl completely naked with the exception of her piercings, a blindfold, and what amounted to a leather tube tightened at both her elbows, forcing the slave’s arms into a tight boxtie. The blonde Mistress took a second to look over her pet’s naked form, an appreciative eye noting her lithe build and subtly defined muscles. Reaching up and gently pulling at the piercings dangling from her pet’s nipples, she smiled as the other girl leaned forward as far as her collar, attached to a chain hanging from the ceiling, would allow, moaning in discomfort.
               The blonde sadist herself wore a shiny red crotchless latex leotard with matching gloves and thighhighs. The skin-tight material, as always, made the young Mistress’s body simply exude sex appeal, and Sakura found herself paying close attention to the rather spectacular chest of her owner.
               “Ok Kitty, you’re going to help me out here. We’re going to test out both my new toy as well as my new chair and, if everything works as intended, I’ll be able to give them to Princess for our six-month anniversary! I know, it’s a long ways off but you can never be too early when planning for the perfect present! Now, hold on while I take that blindfold off…”
               As the leather padding came away from her eyes, Sakura blinked away the spots in her vision. Finally focusing she looked over at her teammate’s new ‘chair’ and gasped, the sound unobstructed by a gag for the first time in days.
               At first glance the chair appeared to be a particularly shiny leather recliner, though oddly shaped and missing some upholstery. If you looked at it for even a second longer, however, its sinister nature became clear. A very well crafted frame underpinned the design, but the ‘cushioning’ was what really caught attention. The seat of the chair was quite clearly a woman’s rear end in crushingly tight latex. Naruko hadn’t yet installed the leather upholstery, so the inside of the chair was plain to see. One woman, Tsume judging by the slightly rounder bottom, was on her back and forced into a jackknife position, her ankles secured next to her ears. Some cushioning underneath her lower back forced her ass up into the custom cutout that made up the seat of the chair. Her head was propped up by more padding, forcing her into what looked like an excruciating position. The purpose of which was made clear by the design of the chair’s back.
               The back of the chair curved up slowly, clearly designed for the user to sit in a more reclined position. The headrest was quite obviously a pair of latex-clad breasts, apparently belonging to Hana, the featureless latex hood on the women forcing Sakura to guess. Tsume’s elevated head along with the lower positioning of the chair back had allowed Naruko to force the daughter’s crotch against her mother’s face. Sakura noticed with sympathy some hard rubber tubes running out from beneath Hana’s shiny behind, which would most likely be breathing tubes to prevent Tsume from suffocating in her daughter’s ass. Sakura noticed Naruko had indulged in her darker habits and catheter tubes ran from both women’s crotches to a large collection bag hanging between Hana’s and Tsume’s stomachs. Hana’s head, rising almost like ornamentation above the seat back, had been encased in a smooth featureless plastic mold, only two holes by her nostrils. Hana’s shiny tits, or the headrest, moved up and down with each breath.
               “Isn’t it great? The frame of the chair means it’s actually quite comfortable as well as avoiding any long term soft tissue or skeletal damage to whoever I decide to install in it! I mean, my seals might preclude such injuries, but maybe down the line I take a trip to a foreign nation…Sorry. Anyways, when I do give it to nee-chan I’ll probably cover up the insides, let the user’s mind make of it what they will. Thoughts?”
               Despite her harsh treatment, Sakura had in fact been receiving training from her Mistress for close to four years at that point. As a result, the initial shock had resolved to a certain amount of appreciation and arousal at the human chair.
               “It’s very pretty, Mistress. I think Tsunade-sama will love it.”
               Naruko beamed. Despite herself Sakura felt butterflies in her stomach at the gorgeous smile.
               “You’re such a good friend, Sakura-chan.” Sakura eagerly nuzzled the hand that reached up to stroke her cheek, and that was when she noticed what was protruding from her Mistress’s hips.
               “Oh, you noticed my cock, hmm?” Naruko watched her teammate’s wide eyes staring at the appendage amusedly. “Well I told you and Anko-chan I was working on a special one for Tsunade-chan’s and my anniversary. So…” Naruto waved at the shiny silver phallus, it’s seven-inch length and impressive girth caused Sakura to rub her thighs together in trepidation and arousal. “Here’s what I made! Now, as you know Sakura-chan, I’m not all that big a fan of guys. I mean, Sasuke’s a fun person to fight and Kakashi-sensei is pretty cool but…they just don’t have any curves! That said, I always have been slightly envious of the idea of cumming on a pet’s face like they can. I mean, marking a girl like that…Also, if I ever wanted Tsunade-chan to give me babies I don’t really want to be holed up in a lab, far too impersonal if you ask me.”
               Naruko reached down to the silver cock and shivered as she wrapped her hand around it. “This is the result of close to fifty years-worth of clone research Sakura-chan. The amount of seals inside this thing…Every time I put it on it binds with my central nervous system and temporarily alters my sexual organs. I can get a girl pregnant, relieve myself standing up, and then take it off and get my pussy licked. I mean, c’mon. That’s impressive.” The energetic blonde was clearly pleased with herself. And while Sakura was beginning to realize what level of genius her Mistress possessed, any awe at the other girl’s intellectual prowess was slightly undercut by the rather blatant masturbation Naruko was engaged in.
               Naruko blushed when she noticed her pet eying her getting carried away. Removing her hand from the cock, she continued. “I can come like a man, I can knock up a girl like a man, I can feel what I’m assuming a man feels…this cock right here renders half the village obsolete, pet. And today I’m going to give it a trial run with you!” Naruko giggled at the slightly cross-eyed expression on the pink-haired girl’s face. The girl’s dazed eyes snapped wide open when she felt her Mistress begin fingering her tight rear pucker, clearly lubing her bottom for the upcoming test.
               Satisfied with her preparations, the blonde detached her slave from the hanging chain and slowly led her over to the Inuzuka chair. With great ceremony, Naruko slowly lowered herself onto the seat, gleefully rubbing her shiny red ass against the bound Tsume’s black one. Leaning back she nestled her head between Hana’s pliant breasts, enjoying the resultant squirming. Spinning her finger, she motioned for Sakura to get in position.
               The pink-haired slave realized what was required of her and carefully spun around before backing up to the chair. When she was finally between her Mistress’s legs the teenager began squatting down. Aiming her rear as best she could, her toned thighs strained as she slowly lowered herself.
               Naruko cooed at the pet, “Good girl, here let me help.” The blonde cupped her teammate’s bare ass in her gloved hands and slowly lowered the girl towards her lap. She then carefully aimed the bound teen’s tight anus directly over her solid cock.
               “Ok Sakura-chan, fuck your ass on my cock.” Despite the various indignities she had endured over the years, the pinkette still blushed at the rather obscene demand. With a red face, she slowly lowered her ass down to the waiting toy below.
               Naruko hissed in pain when the head of her toy nudged against her slave’s anus. “Hold on pet, need to adjust something.” The blonde made a few handseals and touched the shaft. She had apparently made it too sensitive, and as a result the head had felt like an exposed nerve.
               Sakura was almost relieved when her owner told her to continue, her thighs shaking at the awkward position she was forced to hold. Faster than she had originally intended, the enslaved teenager began sinking down onto her Mistress’s cock, the shaft piercing her tight anus and her weight forcing it deep into her bowels.
               Naruko could do nothing to stop the loud moan that burst from her throat when her cock entered her pet’s ass for the first time. She felt everything as the warm shaft sank deep into the hot, slippery, tight rectum of her teammate. The sensations were almost overwhelming, and she threw her head back into the breasts of her furniture, eliciting an almost inaudible squeak from above. When her pet bottomed out on her shaft, her ass resting on Naruko’s thighs, Naruko had to resort to some basic meditation to keep from emptying herself deep inside the other girl right then.
               Sakura, meanwhile, took the pause to catch her breath and let her legs rest. The result, however, was putting all of her weight onto her backside, driving her Mistress’s delicious rod deeper into her quivering behind. Sakura flexed her ass, squeezing the pole spreading her open. While the pinkette had never encountered a real-life cock in the flesh, she imagined it felt quite similar to the one she was sitting on. Like a velvet-covered fist, the lovely softness was contrasted with the steel hardness that drove deep into her body. What made the difference, however, were all of her Mistress’s soft and sensual curves to accompany the faux-dick.
               Looking back at her owner, Sakura mischievously rolled her hips, grinding her soft behind into the slightly older girl’s lap and sending bolts of pleasure through the blonde’s buried cock, her grasping rectum massaging all seven inches.
               Naruko frowned at her pet’s naughty expression and gave her a gentle spank. “Bad girl, teasing your Mistress. But…I think it’s time to continue.” Slightly lifting her pet’s hips, the girl seemed to get the message and began raising herself. The blonde watched her cock slowly leave the slave’s anus, languidly enjoying the sensations emanating from her crotch.
               When Sakura felt the tip about to pop out of her ass, she stopped, crouched over her owner in what she imagined was an incredibly obscene pose. Taking a deep breath, she reversed and began slowly stuffing her asshole with warm cock again.
               Beneath the chair, sightless and nearly deaf, Tsume felt the soft curves of what she assumed was Naruko’s behind pressing into her ass. Suddenly she felt increased pressure, which slowly went away. Over the next few minutes, she began to feel a steady pumping, realizing whoever was using her and her daughter as a chair was fucking, and rather energetically. However, with her straining muscles, thin air, and stifling heat from the latex clothing and her daughter’s crotch, Tsume found the indignity of being used as furniture the least of her worries.
               The room, one of Naruko’s sealing workshops, was filled with the sounds of moans, flesh slapping together, and the wet sucking of penetration. Naruko had reached around her pet and grabbed the girl’s small breasts and using them as leverage began fucking up into the tight rear bouncing on her cock. The blonde noticed smugly that, like every time she took her pink-haired pet’s ass, the young slave had begun to cutely yip and squeal in time with each penetration. The enslaved girl, whether she knew it or not, really knew how to get the Uzumaki’s pulse pounding.
               The pair continued their frantic coupling for twenty minutes, thoroughly breaking in the Inuzuka chair, Tsume’s large, round, cushiony rear almost acting as a spring. Soon the two girls were dripping sweat all over the latex chair, their movements marked by loud squeaks as Naruko’s leotard and leggings rubbed against the squirming human furniture.
               An indeterminable amount of time later, Naruko lost the tight control she had been so focused on. Grabbing Sakura’s hips, Naruko pulled her pet tightly to her lap, forcing her cock as deep as it could go. She threw her head back and screamed as she, with what felt like every muscle flexing, came hard into her slave’s ass. Her body remained rigid as she pumped pulse after pulse of cum deep into the fluttering rectum that was wrapped around her shaft. After an uncertain amount of time, the blonde Mistress fell back bonelessly against Hana’s bound torso, almost insensate as her pet’s anus gently milked her cock of any remaining fluids.
               Sakura, thighs burning and pussy dripping, came hard when she felt her Mistress pull her down and impale her ass one last time. She flinched at her Mistress’s scream which if she hadn’t known better almost sounded agonized. Seconds later she felt a hot pressure in her ass, realizing Naruko’s cock was actually expelling…something…into her. As she caught her breath, she realized the pulsating shaft stuffed up her behind wasn’t stopping, and she started to feel the slight nausea she associated with a particularly large enema. Looking down, the thirteen year-old was stunned to see her stomach beginning to swell ever so slightly, the pressure in her guts increasing by the second. When Naruko finally stopped throbbing in her bottom the enslaved girl was fuller than she had ever been. Knowing better than to move, she waited for instruction.
               To her credit, Naruko recovered from the unique experience quickly. Shaking the fog from her orgasm-wrecked mind, she whistled sharply. “Cherry, floor.”
               Tayuya, dressed in her usual latex parody of a maid’s uniform, quickly made her way over to the chair, her ballet shoes clicking on the marble floor. Without hesitation, she quickly lowered herself to the floor and turned face up expectantly.
               Naruko gently nudged her recovering slave. “I love your butt Sakura-chan…You can empty yourself on Cherry-chan, pet, while you clean me off. Gentle, though, it’s gotten quite sensitive. I’ll need to fix that…” Having given her orders, Naruko closed her eyes and laid her head back against the rubbery tits which she noted in the back of her mind to pay a bit more attention to. A small moan came from the younger Inuzuka built into the chair.
               Sakura, despite her protesting muscles, managed to slowly lift her impaled ass off her Mistress’s cock. Noting her teammate’s hiss, she realized the ‘organ’ was indeed quite sensitive. When the head popped out of her anus, she quickly tightened the orifice before straightening herself. Turning around, she looked down at the expectant face and open mouth of her fellow slave before gently kneeling down. Leaning forward she took the silvery shaft dripping with lube and cum into her mouth. Sighing around her treat, she relaxed her sphincter and felt a thick flood erupt from her rear.
               Beneath her fellating sister slave, Tayuya watched stunned as the puffy red asshole hovering over her head erupted in a fountain of thick, sticky, white cum. The initial blast covered her face, the second coating her latex-cupped tits. Reaching up, she began massaging the viscous fluid into her chest as she began swallowing as much of the liquid as she could. She noted that it tasted distinctly like her Mistress mixed with cake batter. Or was it honey? Inexplicably, the taste seemed to alternate amongst a variety of Tayuya’s favorite flavors. The suddenly voracious redhead craned her head up off the floor and latched her mouth to the gaping bottom hole of her fellow slave and began rapidly swallowing the heavy flow of cum. The output was simply prodigious though and Tayuya occasionally had to turn her head to take a breath, the uninterrupted stream soaking her head in turn with the sticky, tasty liquid.
               Sakura moaned around her Mistress’s cock when she felt Tayuya attach her lips to her asshole and began pushing more of the cum enema into the hungry mouth below her. Focusing on the task at hand, though, the pinkette resisted the urge to stuff the shaft down her throat in fear of hurting her sensitive owner. Lifting her mouth off the still erect phallus, stands of saliva trailing from her shiny red lips to the shiny rod, she daintily began cleaning off the lower half with gentle licks.
               It took a good five minutes for Naruko to recover from what had to be the most crippling orgasm of her life. When she came back to herself, she noticed her shiny silver cock was quite clean, albeit dripping in saliva, and a rather smug pet was waiting to be praised for a job well done. Gently petting the soft pink hair Naruko smiled down at Sakura. “Excellent job pet, I’m quite certain Tsunade-chan will enjoy her presents now. Kai.” The shaft, which had seemed to be part of the blonde’s body, suddenly morphed into what Sakura recognized as a feel-doe toy with an incredible amount of seals inscribed into it.
               Naruko stood up on shaky legs, her pet leaning back to give her space. With a wet sucking sound she extracted the deactivated dildo from her pussy and began making her way to the door.
               “Ok you two, clean each other up and when you feel you’re done let Bitch and Slut free and put them in their cell. When you’re done I’ll be training in the gym.”
               “Yes Mistress” “Yeph Mithtreth” Tayuya’s reply was slightly garbled by the mouthful of cum she tried to talk with and the ass pressed onto her face. Naruko smirked and left the room.
               Sakura, who’s ass had finally emptied of her Mistress’s ejaculate, shimmied backwards until her hips were over Tayuya’s. Without a word, she collapsed forward, her chest pressed against her fellow slave’s. Nuzzling her face against the slick, cum-soaked one of the redhead, she whispered, “Let’s take our time Tayuya-chan.”
               Tayuya answered by pulling the younger girl into a deep kiss.
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               Anko looked around carefully before dropping down to the Academy roof and making her way over to the young girl waiting expectantly.
               “About time, you know I’m a short-term clone, right?”
               Anko bit back a sarcastic reply, remembering that it may be a clone, but it was a clone generated by her Mistress and any misbehavior would be transmitted when it ‘poofed’. Then again, it had been a while since her Mistress properly spanked poor Anko-chan…
               “Pff, whatever, I was busy, ok?”
               “Don’t think I’m not completely aware of what you’re doing, Anko-chan. Of course, that doesn’t mean the Miss won’t punish you.” Both girls smirked, though Anko shivered a bit in arousal.
               The Snake-Mistress swung down the dufflebag she once again had strapped to her back and quickly unzipped it. A very docile Hanabi Hyuuga, identical to the clone standing above her, waited quietly in the fetal position with her hands cuffed behind her back.
               Waving farewell, the clone dispersed in a puff of smoke and Anko knelt down before carefully pulling her cargo to her knees and releasing the handcuffs binding the child’s hands behind her.
               “Ok Hanabi-chan, let’s go over the rules. Anything you say or do gets transmitted by that nifty seal on your neck. Obviously we won’t be watching all the time, but there’s no way for you to know when we are. Any attempts to tell anyone your new status, or even write it down, will trigger the pain feature.”
               The little girl shivered. Anko gently turned the girl around and lifted her chin up so her eyes met the jounin’s.
               “Remember, just act normally and remember anything you think might be important when you’re home. I’ll meet up with you on the ally that runs next to Ginza Street at four in the afternoon in five days, understand?”
               Hanabi repeated what Anko had said and blushed when her kidnapper smiled brightly at her.
               “Good girl. Now, before I leave…”
               Anko gently pressed her lips to the stunned child’s. Not feeling any resistance, she opened her mouth and licked the young girl’s mouth which obediently opened for her questing tongue.
               The older kunoichi was pleasantly surprised as, in the midst of their increasingly passionate makeout session, the slim preteen threw her arms around her neck and pressed her mouth hard against the woman who had violated her just the day before.
               “Don’t go…”
               Anko was stunned, her toy had mumbled something against her lips and she couldn’t believe what she had heard. “I’m sorry Hanabi-chan, what did you say?”
               “Don’t go Anko-hime. Or take me with you. No one else since kaa-chan…” the girl trailed off.
               Leaning back and gently wiping her toy’s tears away, Anko realized what was happening.
               “Oh sweetie, I promise I won’t be far. We’ll see each other in five days, but if you need me for any reason just think ‘Anko-hime’ really hand and channel chakra to your neck. You know how to channel chakra like that, right?” The girl nodded, “Good. Either I or Mistress can be there in a second, ok? Now, lunch time is about over, so you need to hurry back.”
              Hanabi haltingly made her way to the stairwell, looking hesitatingly and longingly back at Anko, before quickly disappearing from sight.
               Anko smirked.
               Naruko-sama was right, the Hyuuga are pretty self-defeating. Oh Hanabi-chan, I am so glad you’re mine now…
               Picking up her bag, Anko disappeared in a small whirlwind of leaves.
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