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Mistress	By : GlossyLatex Category: Naruto > Yuri - Female/Female Views: 78592 -:- Recommendations : 8 -:- Currently Reading : 12
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Unbeta’d as per usual. As a side note, I’m somewhat suck on chapter twelve. Hard to motivate myself to write.

                                                                                                  Chapter Nine

               Dust shook from the rock ceiling when, for the sixth time, Naruko was sent sailing back to crash against the wall. Tsunade, despite knowing how incredibly durable her Mistress was, grimaced and quickly walked over to the settling cloud of dust.
               The blonde prisoner was dressed in the most chaste outfit she had worn since being brought to Naruko’s secret compound/base/sex dungeon. A tight red lycra tank top helped support and contain her legendary chest, and matching calf-length pants helped protect her modesty. Sort of. Her curves were highlighted and enhanced by the tight material, and despite herself the captive woman couldn’t help but feel sexy in the outfit. The floor was covered in training mats, so the two blondes went barefoot. The outfit was accompanied by the ever-present silver collar that combined with the seal on her neck kept the otherwise unencumbered slave in check. Naruko herself was dressed the same, just in black.
               Tsunade knelt down next to the dazed teen and waved her hand in front of her face.
               “Naruko—” the girl in question cleared her throat. The older woman sighed exasperatedly. “…Mistress, maybe you should return to the theory? While your progress with the Rasengan is incredible, combining youkai-infused wind chakra is incredibly risky.” Even the seasoned Sannin couldn’t completely hide the worry and concern in her voice.
               Naruko coughed a bit of dust before reaching up and stroking her favorite pet’s face. “I’m sturdier than I look, Princess. And besides, theory is boring! This just takes practice, s’all. I can feel it, nee-chan, I’m just about there.”
               Tsunade had to suppress the familiar surge of maternal protectiveness that swelled inside her, submitting to her Mistress’s judgment. Naruko noticed her pet’s conflicted feelings and felt a warm sensation in her chest, before standing up and brushing herself off. Nodding to her pet the genin returned to the center of the room and began gathering the same obscene levels of chakra in her hands.
               For some reason, Tsunade felt her legs tense in anticipation. When the next explosion came she realized why. Time slowed down as she watched the blast send her Mistress on a direct course for a particularly jagged piece of rubble sticking out of the wall. While the Sannin knew the teenager was resilient and borderline immortal, her body had not progressed to the point where she could survive the imminent impact. Without thinking, Tsunade began gathering chakra for the first time in days, already moving forward. The seals on collar flickered and she grimaced in pain, but kept moving. Suddenly, the silver band around her elegant neck shattered, the chakra that should’ve been impossible for her to channel overwhelming it. Unrestrained, the blonde woman disappeared.
               Naruko was barely cognizant as she felt herself rocketing once again towards the wall. Her mind seemed to pick up speed as she realized her head was on a direct collision course with a rock that would surely impale her brain. She closed her eyes and braced for what would likely be her death when she was suddenly hit hard on the side and flew to the ground, landing painfully on top of a rather soft cushion.
A cushion that said “ow.”
               Blinking her eyes, Naruko looked down and saw her pet staring up at her with worried eyes. Her numb mind slowly began working through what had just happened, and realized her slave had just saved her life. She let out a quiet gasp when she saw the bare throat of the woman beneath her.
               “Nee-chan? You…saved me? How? …why?” Naruko, showing her vulnerable thirteen year-old side for the first time in years, looked lost.
               Tsunade was at a loss for her own actions. By all rights she should have let her kidnapper, her betrayer, her rapist die painfully. But she couldn’t. She knew, in her heart, that the times before all this hadn’t been a complete lie. And…
               …on our wedding night.
               Tsunade gently pulled her Mistress’s head against her soft chest. “To be honest I don’t know. It’s just…you’re my…I mean…”
               Naruko realized her pet was just as confused as she was. She could barely believe the next words that came out of her mouth, slightly muffled by the glorious breasts her face was pressed into.
               “Anything you want, Tsunade-chan. I’ll even…just anything you want. It’s only right.” Naruko wasn’t sure if it was her original makeup or the inherent need for a demon to balance the cosmic scales, but her offer was genuine. She would disrupt all of her plans for the woman who had just saved her.
               Tsunade was quiet for quite some time. Just as Naruko began to get nervous and raise her head she spoke. “I want you to do whatever I say tonight. And I want…” the older woman trailed off.
               “Yes?”
              “I want a new collar. An expensive one. Gold. No, platinum! And it has to have diamonds. Lots. Yes. A new platinum collar with just…all the diamonds.”
               Naruko sat up and stared into the eyes of the woman who was still, apparently, her slave.
               “Do you need to get my measurements again, Mistress?”
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When Ino woke up, she felt better than she could ever remember. Reaching behind her head, she gently rubbed the back of her neck which was sore for some reason. Slowly working away the amnesic fog of the morning she reflected on the day before when she suddenly became aware of the delicious feeling emanating from her crotch. Looking down she noticed a lump underneath her covers and when she lifted them up she saw the unmistakable brown hair of her mother, groaning as the woman’s tongue lapped at her pussy.
               Oh right. She had raped her mom.
               Wait.
               What?!
               As the previous day’s events rushed back into memory, Ino’s mind was quickly vacillating between horror, confusion, arousal, and pride. She pictured vividly her mother’s terrified eyes and, despite knowing she should feel disgust, reached down and pulled her parent’s head deeper between her legs.
               Moaning softly as she enjoyed her wake-up call, Ino recounted what had happened the previous afternoon.
(The afternoon before)
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.
               Ino was at a loss.
               She had just forced her mother to have sex with her. And, quite frankly, a monstrous part of her wanted to do so again. But she couldn’t for the life of her think of how such a thing was possible. This was…beyond abnormal. A few weeks ago and her only interest in other woman was to compare her own ‘development’! Between Hinata and now her mother, she simply couldn’t explain what was happening to her.
               The seal glowed warmly.
Without realizing it Ino’s mind changed gears. On a practical level, she would have a hard time maintaining this newfound dominance. She could threaten her mom, but that was hardly ironclad. She could use some kind of remote-activated explosive tag in cas—the blonde stopped that thought. She wanted to…control her mother, not kill her, for god’s sake. Looking down at the terrified woman at her feet, the thirteen year-old clan heiress was stuck by inspiration.
               “Yea, a shower sounds good right now.”
               Ino bent down and quickly removed her mother’s hogtie, leaving her ankles and wrists bound. Lifting the bound, blind, and gagged woman back onto her shoulder, she made her way to her parent’s room and their master bath, making sure to grab another coil of wire and a kunai.
               The Yamanakas didn’t have particularly extravagant tastes, but Kurie had insisted on splurging a bit for the master bath. The blonde heiress walked to the center of the massive walk-in shower and deposited her squirming cargo on the floor. Kneeling down she sliced through the last piece of her mother’s clothing, discarding the ruined sports bra on the floor. Ino licked her lips at the sight of her mother’s exposed breast, slowly reaching out and palming the soft orbs. As she rolled the sensitive flesh in her hands, she watched entranced as the woman she was abusing squirmed and writhed, unable to see what was happening, just feeling her daughter’s hands manipulate her unprotected chest.
               When Ino decided she had had enough, she stood up and, reaching down, dragged her mother to the wall underneath one of the shower heads. The bound woman moaned in fear, completely at a loss for what awaited her. The blonde genin spun the moaning woman around and lifted up her legs. Holding her trussed ankles up, Ino maneuvered herself behind her mother’s head and lifted her shoulders onto her kneeling thighs. She then pushed her mother forward until the older woman’s shapely rear pressed against the shower wall, her body forming a ninety degree angle. Her hands remained fastened together at the small of her back. Flashing her kunai, Ino snipped the wire binding her mom’s ankles and knees together.
               Kurie moaned as she felt feeling return to her newly-freed ankles. The moan quickly turned into an alarmed wail as she felt her daughter begin forcing her legs down, doubling her over as her knees slowly came level with her head. It was only thanks to years of stretching and exercise that her muscles didn’t scream in agony. It was still incredibly uncomfortable, though.
               Biting her lip, Ino quickly wrapped a number of loops around her mother’s ankles, running the wire behind her head. Stepping back she admired the shape she had twisted her new toy into. Kurie’s ass pointed straight upwards, her holes deliciously exposed. Her body was curved, forced into a C shape by the wire binding her ankles trapped behind her head. Ino watched as her mother, who had apparently regained some energy in the past few hours, swung her head left and right, her upturned rear slightly swaying as she attempted to get out of the awkward, painful position. Satisfied with her preparations, Ino bent down and carefully sliced away the blindfold and gag. She hooked a finger into her mother’s mouth and withdrew her now sodden panties, throwing them behind her.
               Kurie’s voice was raspy from her earlier screams. “Ino, please, stop this. I don’t know what’s happened, but you need help. Something is wrong, and we need to…Ino? INO! INAAHPPH!”
               Ino’s face was slightly conflicted before returning to its passive façade. She knelt down over her mom’s face before cutting off her tirade with her moistening sex. Reaching up she flicked on the hot water. Shivering from the screams vibrating her pussy and the initial blast of cold water, she slowly relaxed as the shower heated up and her mother fell silent. Reaching up to her hair she removed the tie, letting her long blonde locks fall loosely against her back. Wrapping her arms around her mother’s thighs, she laid her head against the bottom forced on display in front of her, luxuriating in the hot water. She frowned at the shriek she elicited after slapping her mother’s full rear when she felt the beginnings of teeth on her sensitive lower lips.
               With a sigh, Ino straightened up and grabbed a bottle of her mother’s more expensive shampoos. Dispensing some into her hand, she worked a heavy lather into her hair before raising herself on one knee and twisting around. Noting her mother’s fearful silence, she reached behind herself and rubbed the shampoo into the still woman’s hair as well. Resuming her position straddling her mother’s face, Ino set about rinsing her long blonde locks. When all the suds were gone she turned off the shower head and reached for a large bottle of body soap, noting it’s rounded cap and bottle.
               Squeezing a large amount of the gel into her hands, Ino put down the bottle before beginning to massage her developing chest, moaning softly as she quickly built up a lather, coating her tits in soapy bubbles. Growing excited, she began gyrating her hips, rubbing her slippery pussy against her mom’s face. Grabbing her mother’s thighs, she leaned forward and began using her adolescent breasts like loofahs, gently massaging the soap into her mother’s upturned bottom and crotch. She hissed in pleasant surprise when her mother, not expecting the sensation of her daughter’s chest massaging her most private areas, gasped into the teenage cunt pressing down into her mouth. Despite what she had planned, Ino felt herself getting lost in the sensations as she tormented the woman below her. What she had intended to be a systematic debasement was quickly becoming much more lascivious in nature.
               Taking advantage of the now slippery shower floor, Ino bit her lip and slowly slid backwards, dragging her breasts down her mother’s thighs, torso, chest, and settling on her face. Despite her parent’s attempts to move her head away, the young blonde was thorough in her application of the cleaning fluids. She noted that the older woman’s hair still was rather sudsy, her daughter’s backside having blocked the rinsing water.
               Using her mother’s lovely ass as a handhold, Ino dragged herself back up and settled her now dripping pussy back on Kurie’s face. Squeezing her eyes shut for a second, Ino moaned as her body relaxed and a hot stream of piss began splashing from between her thighs and against her mom’s horrified face.
               Kurie’s denial of the situation was quickly shattered by the inarguable reality that her daughter was peeing on her face. Swinging her head back and forth to avoid the hot liquid, she realized just how dire her situation had become.
               Ino angled her stream at her mother’s hair, making sure to rinse out the shampoo, reaching down to gently work the suds out herself as she emptied herself. Satisfied, she quickly squeezed her Kurie’s head between her thighs, forcing the woman’s face upwards. Reaching down, she tweaked one of her captive’s nipples hard.
               “Open.”
               Desperate to end the pain coming from her chest, Kurie opened her mouth and was rewarded by the hot flow of her daughter’s urine. Coughing despite herself, Kurie reluctantly began to swallow the acrid, yet slightly sweet, offering.
               Ino, taking advantage of her mother’s distraction, squeezed another large glob of shower gel directly onto the upturned and exposed anus in front of her as she continued to empty her bladder. Right as her flow began to taper off the blonde began forcing two wet fingers into her victim’s tight pucker.
               Kurie screamed, slightly gurgling with the piss in her mouth, when she felt her virgin asshole roughly invaded. The slimy sensation of the shower gel made the passage easier, but caused a shudder to run though the brunette’s body as the viscous fluid worked its way inside her.
               Ino bit her lip as she slowly began fingering her mother’s tight anus. Speeding up, she noticed her mom’s protests slowly melted away as her fingers stretched the crinkled ring wider. Her excitement getting the better of her, Ino resumed her hip movements, rubbing her pussy against her captive’s face. As she worked a third finger into the resisting bottom, Ino bent down and took her mom’s clit between her lips. Holding the bundle of nerves delicately in her mouth, she began lashing the swollen flesh with her tongue. When Kurie moaned loudly into her daughter’s crotch, the blonde’s pussy let loose a new flood of clear juices.
               Sliding her fingers out of her mother’s now stretched and lubricated asshole with a wet shlick, Ino grabbed the bottle of body soap and, upending it, began forcing the cap through Kurie’s tightening anus. Undeterred by the initial resistance, Ino forced the bottle deeper into the proffered back passage, a shiver running through her as the woman below yelped into her sex. Returning her mouth to her mother’s engorged cunt, she began gently lapping at the swollen pearl as she started pumping the bottle into her captive’s ass.
               Kurie, her face still trapped by her daughter’s posterior, whimpered as she felt the irresistible pleasure forced through her body. Despite herself, her daughter’s oral talents were much more arousing and tender than earlier. The anal penetration, while painful and uncomfortable, was causing an undeniable thrill to shoot through the flower shop owner. Crying tears of frustration, she felt the first of a series of orgasms overwhelm her abused body.
               When Ino felt her mother’s pussy contract, she anticipated what was coming and eagerly positioned her mouth. As expected, the blonde caught the rush of orgasmic juices between her pink lips and swallowed the liquid treat. The flavor aroused Ino to the extent that she too gave way to her pleasure and came hard, pressing her cunt to her mom’s red face as she shuddered in ecstasy.
               The mother and daughter pair continued their languid coupling for close to a third of an hour before Ino gingerly lifted her pussy from her mother’s face, noting the tongue that quested after it. Looking down and making eye contact, Ino leaned back and made a series of hand signals.
               “Mind walk.”
               Ino had known that her current level of ability would simply not have allowed her to manipulate her mother’s mind to any significant degree, at least not without prep work. The violation in the shower, particularly the urination and anal penetration, had acted like breaching charges in her mother’s mind, giving the young blonde access and making Kurie’s mind far more pliable to the clan’s techniques than it would have otherwise. Had her mother been a kunoichi even that method would have failed, but as it stood the civilian flower shop owner’s mind was laid bare to the manipulations of her daughter.
               In minutes Ino had installed a number of directives. Most featured around maintaining the illusion of normalcy, but to her surprise she found herself including commands for obedience and sexual attraction. She noted, as she finished crafting the last order, that beyond guaranteeing her mother would act appropriately in the eyes of the outside world, she had ensured her mother would follow her order, if not by her free will than by fear.
               ‘Stepping’ out of her mother’s mind, Ino watched the focus return to the glassy-eyed woman beneath her. Deciding to test what she had done, Ino whispered tentatively,
               “…Mom?”
               Kurie looked up and swallowed nervously. “Ye-yes, Ino-chan?”
               “I want you to, um, pleasure yourself.”
               Kurie struggled for a moment before collapsing back to the ground in frustration. “I’m, uh, sorry Ino-chan but my hands…”
               Ino, realizing her mother had indeed attempted to fulfill the order, sat back on her heels, her expression torn between pride and guilt.
(The Present)
               Ino was snapped back to the present as she felt a gentle but consuming orgasm begin to wash over her. Wrapping her legs around her mother’s head she could feel herself squirting heavily into the other woman’s mouth. When she finally finished, her weak legs fell away from her mom’s neck and she awkwardly grabbed at the brunette’s hair. Pushing away the pliant woman, Ino once again felt the confusion and fear return.
               Dressing quickly, the blonde sent one last look back her dripping mother. Mumbling something about training, the blonde practically ran out of the house. With each step she took further from her home, however, Ino’s mind relaxed, soon any memory of the previous day and that morning was consumed by a fog, only her plans for the day on her mind.
               The seal faded into invisibility.
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               Anko sighed as she looked over the documents for what felt like the hundredth time. While her owner might have very well been one of the richest people alive, having inherited a hefty sum and appropriated the fortunes of a particular shipping magnate, bills didn’t pay themselves. Naruko had a rather insane number of front businesses set up throughout the entirety of the Elemental Countries, both as bolt holes and bases, and they required careful attention in order to maintain the illusion the blonde was a mere Konoha genin.
Anko’s office was one of the more elegant looking rooms in Naruko’s complex. Surprisingly the purple-haired woman was quite familiar with the numerous legal and financial records and resources that lined the walls. Naruko, fearing her pet wasn’t living up to her potential, had appointed Anko as her accountant, legal advisor, and secretary and given her the money to learn what she needed. The Snake Mistress was not particularly fond of academics, but she was desperate to please her Mistress and had eagerly set about her task. Her reward was her office, a room that Naruko had promised never to enter or alter without permission. Over the years Anko had indulged her refining taste and decorated the room with dark hard woods and priceless rugs and tapestries. Unlike the rest of the complex, the room’s purpose was almost solely for the focus and relaxation of its inhabitants, rather than sexual stimulation.
               “A lawsuit? Fucking farmers with their goats. Why would we steal a goat? And what does that have to do with property taxes? ‘Failure to remit payment’? But that’s the spa, and we sent the wire just last…What the…Oh GODDAMMIT!” Anko slammed a fist into the desk when she realized the forms she had just spent twenty minutes filling out were, in fact, not the updated versions and no longer valid. As she sighed and grudgingly opened a drawer to search for the right set, she paused.
               “Excuse me, but did I say stop? Hmm…? Thank youuuuuoohhh…good girl.” Anko shuddered as the mouth that had been gently tonguing her lower lips and working her clit for the last hour resumed its task. Bending back down she began flipping through her files, though her hips began moving in small circles.
While the office was largely designed with sophisticated elegance in mind, Anko’s desk chair had a rather lovely unique feature, the one exception. Shaped like a beach chair with a straight back, it’s angled base sported a leather-lined compartment filled with straps and wires. Currently, the naked form of Tayuya was strapped into the dark compartment, her limbs secured and her face forced upwards through the round hole upon which Anko sat. Various wires ran from the girl’s crotch, breasts, and rear up to a control panel built into the chair’s armrest, from which Anko could activate the various electrodes attached to or toys inside her pet’s body.
Anko spent an ungodly number of hours doing administrative work for her Mistress, and it was only thanks to the installation of Cherry or Toilet that kept her from ripping her hair out. As she found what she had been looking for, the jounin took a brief moment to lie back, enjoying the soft tongue and lips gently massaging her aroused sex.
“Youu…ahh… just keep getting better, Tayuya-chan.” Anko felt a slight thrill run through her at addressing her fellow slave by name. Naruko-sama hadn’t yet approved such a high status, but the purple-haired woman felt the slave pleasuring her deserved a little recognition.
Squeaking softly as she felt the latest orgasm wash over her, one she had been nursing for close to three quarters of an hour, the purple-haired woman ratcheted up the vibrators in Tayuya’s holes. Pleased by the resulting moan that vibrated against her pussy, Anko sat up and returned to work.
               “Foreclosure…? That isn’t even our bank! Son of a BITCH!”
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Naruko licked her lips as she sat back in the chair Tsunade had selected, watching with dark eyes as the woman moved to the center of the dark bedroom, swaying her hips for the obvious benefit of her Mistress. The chair was a fairly plain black wooden dinner chair. Naruko, dressed in her favorite silk lingerie, sat with her legs spread and her arms secured behind the back with handcuffs.
Tsunade took a deep breath as she went over her routine. She was dressed in her normal outfit, the green gambling jacket on top of the white tunic and blue pants. She also delighted in the opportunity to finally wear her normal-sized heels. The blonde clapped and a soft jazz music with a strong rhythm filled the room. Turning back to her bound Mistress, Tsunade closed her eyes and began swaying her hips to the music.
Naruko had been…surprised at her slave’s request. While she had been mentally prepared to release the woman from captivity her favorite pet had instead flummoxed her with the demand for a new extravagant collar to replace the one she had somehow destroyed, and for Naruko to do nothing that night unless she told her otherwise. The genin had quickly set her clones about fashioning the most beautiful collar imaginable, and the teen herself had followed her pet to her bedroom. Recognizing the erotic intention behind the cuffs binding her wrists, Naruko’s eyes were dark with lust as she watched the dancing beauty in front of her.
Tsunade ran her hands up her body, stopping at her breasts. Palming her heavy tits through her clothes, she was pleased to hear a quickly suppressed whimper from her captive audience. Running her hands further up to her neck, she began swinging her hips in time with the music. Her eyes snapped open when the percussion added a new rhythm. The Senju princess strutted over to her owner who, she noted smugly, was breathing a bit quickly. As she walked she began unfastening her jacket and as she came to a stop in front of the younger blonde she shrugged it off, letting the fabric fall to the ground behind her.
The music suddenly picked up. Tsunade turned her back to the teenager who was now unabashedly staring at her, leaning forward. Looking back over her shoulder she started swaying her ass as she hooked a thumb in her pants, pulling them down to show a tantalizing amount of her hips before pulling them back up. She smirked at Naruko’s frustrated groan. For a girl who had experienced such an incredible amount of deviant sex for years, Tsunade was shocked at the effect she was having on her Mistress, and more than a little flattered.
The larger blonde began swinging her hips as she moved in slow circles, running her hands up her curvaceous body. Slowly she began to untie her white shirt, staring into Naruko’s eyes as, with shaking hands, she spread the garment open.
Naruko, despite having seen her slave in her entirety, swallowed heavily as the woman slowly exposed herself. When she parted her shirt, the teen let out an aroused growl at the glorious breasts, held in check by a black latex bra.
Smirking at her audience’s reaction, Tsunade strutted over and straddled her Mistress before stripping off her shirt and, looping it behind her Mistress’s neck, forced the younger girl’s face into her cleavage. Grinding her clothed crotch against Naruko’s gartered hips, the Hokage threw her head back and moaned.
Right when Naruko began to arch her hips up, seeking more contact, Tsunade stepped away, amused at the disappointed whine her absence caused. She tossed away her shirt and resumed her gentle swaying and gyrations. As the piano music slowed down, Tsunade turned around and bent over, thrusting her gorgeous and perfectly round behind tantalizingly close to her Mistress’s face. Inwardly, the dancer was impressed by the younger girl’s restraint, knowing the cuffs binding her wrists were not exactly invulnerable. Well, the chair rather.
“What do you want Naruko-chan” the taller woman asked tauntingly. The blond, entranced by the shape in front of her mumbled softly. “What was that?”
“Your butt! Tsunade-sama’s butt! I want…I want to put my face in it and…” overwhelmed by her arousal, the teenager trailed off weakly.
Smiling in victory, Tsunade reached back and, with the cruel deliberateness, inched her blue pants down her heart-shaped bottom. She bit her lip when she heard her viewer’s reaction to her shiny undergarments. While she had never really noticed latex clothing prior to her capture, the Fifth Hokage found herself falling in love with the material. Simultaneously hiding and exposing every curve and plane of the body, it’s slick shiny surface enhanced everything. The constant pressure the tight material put on her skin, reminding her of its presence, was lovely, and the uncomfortable sweaty heat made her feel deliciously dirty and sexual. She understood Naruko’s fascination.
Standing up, Tsunade straightened her legs and pushed her pants the last of the way, letting them fall down her toned thighs to pool at her heeled feet, exposing the shiny black thong and leggings she had been hiding. She reached back and ran a hand over her smooth ass before spanking herself, a light whimper coming from both blondes at the sound.
Unable to keep hold back any longer, Tsunade plopped back down on the younger girl’s lap and, wrapping her arms around her neck, pulled her into a deep, hungry kiss. The two women sat there silently, playing with each other’s lips, and tongues, and delighting in each other’s aroused scents. Tsunade pressed her generous latex-bound chest tightly against her Mistress’s, causing both lovers to groan into each other’s mouths.
The soft music was joined by the sound of throaty whimpers and soft wet smacks as the blondes devoured each other’s mouths, enjoying their bodies, smells, and tastes, lost to the world.
Naruko’s eyes widened when she heard and felt her handcuffs snap open and fall to the floor. Looking into Tsunade’s warm brown eyes, she made to ask what was next when the older blonde shushed her, placing her finger against her red lips.
“Now, Naruko-chan, I’m going to take you to bed, and you’re going to make me cum. And if you do a very good job I’ll let you cum too, ok?” As Tsunade spoke she gently pushed her finger into the teenager’s unresisting mouth. The younger blonde, aroused nearly beyond the limits of her sanity, nodded her head as she softly sucked on the older woman’s digit. She allowed Tsunade to stand up and lead her by her mouth to the bed, which for that night had been fitted with silk sheets.
Smirking at her entranced Mistress, Tsunade gently shoved the girl back against the bed, following her on her knees, not bothering to take off her heels or shiny underwear. Directing the girl towards the headboard, she finally straddled the Uzumaki heir’s face and, pushing her latex panties to the side, spread her dripping, swollen pussy lips.
“Lick me.”
Naruko didn’t hesitate. Wrapping her arms around her lover’s full soft hips, she pulled the older blonde’s sex down to her questing mouth. Licking and sucking the warm labia, she tried her best to tease and rev up the older woman. Kissing and lapping at every part of the delicious cunt pressed against her face, Naruko’s brain was heady with her lover’s flavor and musk. She suddenly squeaked in pain and surprise when she felt a sharp tug on one of her nipples.
“No more teasing, Naruko-chan, make me cum.” The Hokage’s tone, though dripping in arousal, left no room for interpretation. The unusually obedient jinchuuriki gently pulled the throbbing clitoris of her favorite slave into her mouth and began lapping quickly with her tongue. Her hands, which had been grasping the older woman’s full rear, began rubbing the glorious backside. Encouraged by Tsunade’s moans, Naruko slowly moved her left hand down to the divide in the Sannin’s ass before reaching out with her pointer finger and rubbing gentle circles on top the crinkled anus hidden between the luscious cheeks.
The captive Hokage groaned as she felt her lover’s finger push against her ass. Not enough to penetrate, but enough to tease her sensitive hole. Tsunade was quickly becoming an anal devotee, her Mistress insisting on toying with her backside in almost every encounter. Pushing her hips back, the Senju tried to pull the playful finger into her bottom, but her Mistress cruelly kept up her teasing. As her hot, soft tongue kept lavishing the older woman’s sex the young Uzumaki had to swallow frequently, her expert toying forcing her slave’s pussy to leak her hot juices at an almost steady flow.
Tsunade was rapidly approaching another state of being, let alone an orgasm. Looking down, she saw the sapphire blue eyes of her Mistress staring up at her with adoration. Reaching down with her right hand, which had been preoccupied squeezing and teasing her heavy breasts, she began lovingly stroking the teenager’s hair as the girl pleasured her.
“Naruko, I think…I think I—” Whatever Tsunade had been about to say was cut off when Naruko sucked particularly harshly on her throbbing clit. Her throaty words turned into a strangled shriek as her orgasm began. The little devil beneath her, sensing the change, suddenly thrust her finger deep into the beautiful ass it had been teasing, meanwhile never ceasing to abuse her slave’s sex with her mouth. Naruko closed her eyes in bliss as she felt Tsunade’s juices explode onto her chin and run down her neck, but she never moved her lips from the woman’s clit, prolonging and enhancing the mind-bending orgasm.
Tsunade’s brain was consumed by pleasure. The gently suckling mouth on her clit, the soft sounds from the girl beneath her, the smell of both women’s sweat and arousal, and the delicious finger penetrating her asshole stole the blonde’s voice as she yipped and shook through the sensations.
Minutes later, as the hormones and endorphins subsided, Tsunade seemed to finally catch her breath. Naruko, who had slipped her tongue deep inside the Hokage’s pussy to help calm her and collect her delicious juices, waited for the other blonde to recover.
“That was…I…that was incredible, Naruko-chan. I think you’ve earned your reward.” With trembling movements, Tsunade slowly reversed her position atop the teen’s face and gingerly lowered her face to the positively dripping cunt between the jinchuuriki’s legs. Breathing in the girl’s scent and enjoying the sensation of her generous breasts pressing against her stomach, Tsunade finally lowered her mouth to the pussy practically begging for attention.
Two hours later, when both women had long last track of their orgasms, the two blondes found themselves curled up atop the sweaty, cum-soaked sheets. Tsunade hugged the smaller girl to her, pressing her large breasts against her back. With her free hand she reached from underneath her Mistress and cupped the extraordinarily tender sex of the genin. Softly kissing the neck of her barely-awake lover, the enslaved Hokage mumbled quietly in the silent, dark room.
“Forever yours, Naruko-chan.”
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               The Hyuuga compound was silent as a small figure moved from shadow to shadow. A silhouette slowly moved in front of a door. Reaching forward, the stealthy form carefully slid the portal open before slipping inside and closing it behind her.
               Hanabi blinked as she looked around her sister’s room. Like any given room in the compound it was quite orderly, but the number of personal mementos was unusual. Pictures of her sister with her friends, a host of stuffed pandas, and posters of various women abounded. While not scandalous, it was unusual.
               Utilizing some of the improved stealth techniques Anko-hime had taught her, Hanabi silently made her way over to her sister’s bed. The soft breathing sounds confirmed the older girl was deep asleep.
              Licking her lips, Hanabi ever so gently slid her sister’s comforter away from the older girl’s hips. She noted her sister’s sleepwear, a tight tank top but more specifically a pair of black panties. Settling the blanket down, leaving her sister’s lower half exposed, Hanabi reached over and began to slowly slide her sister’s lacy underwear down her legs. With excruciating caution the eleven year-old listened for any interruption in her sibling’s sleep as she alternated working the panties down each leg. When she had the black trophy at the sleeping girl’s knees she almost had a heart attack when her sister started mumbling.
               “Oooh Naruko-chan…so good…spank it…hmm? Yes…Ino-chan does taste good…oooo…”
               Hanabi blushed at the glimpse into her sibling’s rather appealing dream. Focusing, she finished sliding the black undergarments off her sister’s body, noting with delight how damp they were, before carefully replacing the blanket over her relative’s now bare lower half. Making her way back to the door she gave her sister one last look before disappearing from the room.
               Minutes later, Hanabi was hidden under her covers, pressing her sister’s wet panties to her face with one hand as she furiously masturbated her preteen pussy with the other. In record time she felt her orgasm bubbling over and quickly pressed her stolen prize to her dripping cunt as she came, soaking the black lace even further.
               I hope Anko-hime doesn’t find out about this one…
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