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Most shinobi of Konoha knew to steer clear of Training Ground 44. Even for a Jōnin worth their salt, it was more trouble than it was worth. And for anyone any less capable, that "trouble" could very well be life-ending. It was called the Forest of Death for a reason, after all.
And it was why Mitarashi Anko had made it her stomping grounds. There was no one around to bother her or get in her way, and the Special Jōnin could easily hold her own against the forest's deadly inhabitants. She could let loose and fuck shit up. Here, she was the apex predator.
But things were different today, as she jumped from tree branch to tree branch toward the heart of the Forest. She wasn't her characteristically loud, fiery self. Her eyebrows furrowed. Her skin tingled. The hairs on the back of her neck stood on edge.
Fuck.
She was making a mistake. She shouldn't have come. She should've reported the situation to the Hokage. She should've called in ANBU (but they'd never get there in time).
This was a stupid, STUPID idea.
Anko reached a specific clearing, and hopped down to the forest floor. There, seated on a large oak stump, was the man she utterly despised. He lounged, legs spread, resting his chin on his hand with his elbow propped up on his knee. Like he was king.
His unnatural pale skin stood out among the brown and green of the forest, yellow eyes dancing with mirth at the sight of her. And he was fucking smirking.
"Right on time, Anko-chan. Eager are we?"
God, she hated how cocky he always sounded. She leveled her worst glare at him, which might've had the chance at being taken seriously if it weren't for the stutter in her speech that followed.
"S-shut the fuck up, you traitorous bastard. I'm only doing this because you threatened to slaughter all of the Genin in this year's exam if I didn't meet you. Alone."
Which was why she loathed her current predicament. She'd been summoned by him, blackmailed by this monster who betrayed his village. He was a sadistic fuck, downright evil given some of the foul acts he'd committed. He was a blight on this earth. He was also the man who molded her into who she was today. He was the man who abandoned her.
And she absolutely loathed herself, and her inability to say no to him.
"Fufufu, such a cute little act. I had to give you your excuse to come, didn't I? When we both know why you're really here." To her frustration, Anko felt her face heat up.
"Well?" he beckoned.
"The second phas-"
"Ah ah ah," he stopped her, and all of the playfulness in his voice disappeared. "You're forgetting something." His eyes took on a hard edge, and the combination of his demand and his glower caused Anko to unconsciously run her thighs together. A gesture he did not miss.
"F-fuck you," Anko spat, and glared back.
A beat passed.
And then she started stripping.
She shimmied off her tan overcoat and then her brown miniskirt, and tossed them aside. As she returned to face her blackmailer, she took things one step further and spread her legs shoulder-width apart and interlaced her hands behind her head, presenting herself to him like she was a piece of meat.
Anko was left wearing only her mesh body stocking. But this body stocking was special, different to the one she normally wore day-to-day that was lauded as scandalous but was actually opaque around her private parts.
No, this special body stocking was made with the express purpose of being slutty, with heart-shaped cutouts exposing her breasts and crotch. Cutouts that bared her rock-hard nipples and freshly shaved pussy, and she was giving him an unobstructed view. It was absurd, whorish, and absolutely humiliating for her. And she was dripping wet.
"That's better. Continue."
Heat thrummed inside of her, from her face all the down to her crotch. She was panting lightly, her hands remaining glued behind her head. She licked her plush lips and started speaking again.
"T-the second phase of the Chūnin Exams starts tomorrow. Teams will be given either a Heaven or Earth scroll, and they'll have five days to acquire the one they're missing and bring both to the center building. That means engagements, fighting, and incapacitation, with killing even allowed. And if a brat or five happen to die, well that's all part of the game, isn't it? I was able to set it up so that I'm the only proctor, so there's plenty of room for things to go unnoticed. You'll have your chance to get teams alone to do whatever the fuck it is you're planning." She provided him with the starting positions of all of the teams, and the routes she was going to run while proctoring.
"Good, good. It would seem that you're still of use to me after all. And as you know, I always reward proper service," he teased her, levity returning to his tone. Anko's breath quickened, her eyes widening just a fraction in anticipation.
"Now, don't just stand there dripping your slutty juices all over my forest. Come get what you really came here for."
YES. His confirmation sent a jolt right to her molten core, and Anko dropped to her knees. All of her pretense, all of her acting, all of her denial, it was all gone. She went on all fours, crawling across the dirt floor of the forest to him, like she knew he expected of her. She was full-on panting now. Her body was on autopilot, instinctively remembering how to move to entice him, to bring him maximum enjoyment, her nipples achingly hard, her thighs coated in her arousal.
Orochimaru remained still, observing her, amused at how his former apprentice so quickly debased herself to please him. He was pleased with himself at how well he had crafted this particular fucktoy. And he was going to enjoy using her again while he was in Konoha.
Anko reached his feet, and sat her shapely ass on her heels. Having started this encounter glaring, she now gazed up at him with doe eyes, her pupils dark with need. And she waited.
Orochimaru stood, the growing tent in his pants pointed right at her face. Taking that as her cue, Anko scrambled to undo his purple rope belt and slid his pants down his legs to reveal the thing she had secretly, shamefully, been thirsting for. His massive member, even at half-mast, hung in front of her.
As if in a trance, Anko reached up with both hands to start pumping it. She wasn't thinking about anything else any more, her focus narrowing to the sight of his tool in her face. It was growing harder in her hands, and the sensation caused her skin to flush and her heart to pound.
By all accounts, Orochimaru's cock was as much of an abomination as he was — it was immense, chalk-white like the rest of his skin, but with pulsing black-ish veins snaking up its length and a deep purple mushroom head. But she was hauntingly familiar with it, and seeing it again, feeling the heat of it in her hands again, brought back butterflies in her stomach. This marvelous cock had brought her to heights of pleasure that no one else could ever hope to match. And Anko would never forget it.
She nuzzled her cheek into his hard shaft, and inhaled. God the smell of him was unlike any normal man, and it made her mind fuzzy. This was her reward. Kissing down his length, she pressed her nose into his crotch for another inhale before taking his swollen balls into her mouth one at a time, savouring them, and releasing each with an audible pop.
Orochimaru was as hard as steel now, and there was a bead of sweet, sweet precum forming at the tip of his member. Eyeing her prize, Anko slid her tongue up his length, then planted her lips right around the slit of his cock. Her tongue tasted the modicum of his essence that was available to her, and she shuddered. God, she had tried to forget about his smell and his taste. She really tried. But He had seared that smell and that taste into her mind with countless orgasms across countless hours in her past. She had thought she could move on from this chapter of her life, but this encounter was making her realize that this was who she was, and who she would always be.
Using both hands to hold his length steady, Anko began swirling her tongue around his angry purple tip, desperately lavishing it and popping it in and out of her lips. Her arousal dripped between her legs adding to the small puddle that had formed on the dirt floor below her, with the hope that pleasing him would reward her pleasure in return. She looked up to make eye contact with him like she knew he expected, and without any hesitation she grabbed the back of his thighs and plunged her face down his entire length, to the base. She held herself there for a few beats, relishing the familiar feeling of a cock, his big fat cock, stretching out her poor little throat.
With masterful control over her body and its unique features, Anko pushed herself a step further and simultaneously began continuously swallowing around him and sliding her tongue out of her mouth along the base of his cock, extending it past her lips and down to wrap around his heavy balls.
"Mmm such a perfect mouth, perfect throat, and perfect tongue. You were made to suck cock," Orochimaru grunted, enjoying the distinctive experience of a full-service Mitarashi Anko throatjob.
Anko preened at the mix of degradation and praise, and began extracting his dick from the confines of her throat, making sure she hollowed her cheeks and vacuum-sucked it the entire way out. Leaving his tip in her mouth for one final moment, she swirled her tongue around it again and suckled on it before releasing it with a pop.
"If I'm doing such a good job deepthroating your stupid dick, then what the fuck are you waiting for? Fucking give it to me already!"
THWACK! THWACK-THWACK!
Gripping his length at the base like a club, Orochimaru cock-slapped Anko in the face with enough force to temporarily daze her.
"You insolent bitch. I grow tired of your little games," he growled. "You want it? Beg for it, like the worthless whore you are. Or do you want pain today instead?"
With that, Anko finally broke, the last of her meager mental barriers crumbling.
"P-please, sir, this worthless slut apologizes, sir!" As if remembering her true self, she piled on her pleas even heavier. "This whore is so horny and needy that she just betrayed her village for a taste of your cock! My little pussy doesn't even deserve to be used with how much of a dumb bitch I've been. Please use this perfect fucktoy mouth and tongue and throat as your onahole for today! You trained them, they belong to y-GLUGK! GLUGK! GLUGK!"
Having had enough of her pathetic begging, Orochimaru grabbed the base of her hair bun and did exactly what she begged for: dragging her head with his iron grip, he hilted himself in her throat in one stroke, and started to facefuck her mercilessly. Anko was not idle either, actively, desperately sucking on his cock and swallowing on his length with her throat, trying in vain to keep him there, her tongue sliding along the underside of his dick. She had fallen, only existing in this moment as a receptacle for his pleasure, and she loved it.
"Haghk haghk haghk haghk"
Knowing how eager Anko could get, eventually he released his grip on her hair. Anko groaned around him as she felt him let go, and doubled her efforts in fucking herself onto his cock of her own volition. She alternated between slamming her own face into his crotch in rapid succession, and pressing her plush lips to the base of his cock and holding herself there while massaging his entire length with her throat.
Despite his verbal shortness with her attitude, Orochimaru was indeed pleased with both the information that she gave him about the next stage of the Chūnin Exams as well as her giving another quintessentially enthusiastic oral performance. And so, he decided that his little pet deserved a reward after all, beyond having the privilege of serving him with her mouth.
Orochimaru slid one hand through her hair and down her neck, before stopping his fingers at the particular spot on her shoulder blade that held his cursed mark. Channeling a burst of chakra into it, he activated one of the more esoteric functions he had developed.
—
Anko's mind was a haze of pleasure, with her awareness shrinking down to the feeling of him stretching her throat and the throbbing of her aching pussy, wishing he would use his massive rod to give her a deep, hard fuck. As if hearing her silent pleas, she felt her master’s fingers brush her shoulder. Before her mind fully processed what was happening, Anko felt her bolts of pleasure suddenly streak from her throat right to her brain, causing her eyes to nearly roll back into her skull, but not enough to bring her to climax.
Orochimaru had just activated one of her favourite features of the cursed seal, increasing the sensitivity of her throat and tongue, but denying her the ability to cum. She was a true, honest-to-god onahole now, the entire length of her throat transforming into an erogenous zone with the same sensitivity as her pussy. And onaholes don’t get to cum unless they’re explicitly allowed.
Anko tried to sing his praises as she increased her pace, frantic in abusing herself on his big dick. But her statements could only come out as groans and hums as she prioritized his pleasure and keeping his cock in the confines of her throat.
"Mmm mmm mmm!" - Thank you sir!
"Mm mmmmm mm mmmmmm!" - I love how your cock stretches my throat!
"Mm mmmmmmmm mmmm!" - I want to be your onahole forever!
"Mmmmm mmmm mm!" - Please sir, take me back with you!
All the while, her hands remained firmly planted on the backs of his legs as she throated him. With her increased sensitivity, Anko's mind grew hazier and hazier, her nerves on fire, as the pleasure built in her core. Her pussy was dripping profusely now, clenching around absolutely nothing as her body begged for something to fill her. To bring her release. But she knew her release was not her own, that it would only be granted to her if she was good and if she begged.
Anko reluctantly pulled herself off of his cock, taking a breath for the first time since she started, while keeping her hands stroking him.
"Please, sir, may this stupid slut be able to touch herself a-and cum while you use her throat-pussy?" she implored him.
"Hmph. You've done well to eventually remember your place, slut. You may touch yourself. But do recall that you only get to cum if I choose so."
Nodding hastily, she returned her lips to his cock head, sucking on his tip, before taking him into her throat again. But this time, she slid one of her hands down her trim belly, down to her pristine mound. Her fingers quickly became coated in her excess arousal, and she vigorously rubbed circles around her stiff clit. This was his reward for her for a job well done, and she would relish in it as much as she could.
Anko was crazed now, desperate, losing her mind to the dual pleasure from her throat and her pussy, and the constant edging with no guarantee of release. Please can I cum? Please can I cum? Pleaaaase can I cum?
This feeling right here was what she truly loved. She loved being denied, and having her mind absolutely melted, even if it meant betraying everyone close to her. Because no matter how close they got, nothing could replace this. She really was owned by him, mind, body, and soul. All because she was a slut, and he was the ultimate fuck.
Anko had her lips wrapped around the base of his cock, when she felt him twitch. Her eyes went wide. Like the well-trained pet she was, she knew this was the telltale sign that he was close, and she couldn’t wait to taste him. Except, her stupid, slutty body began to betray her. Her fingers were plunging in and out of her throbbing pussy now, as it begged for a release of its own. Tears welled in her eyes, as she prayed to the man who owned her that he thought she was deserving.
With Anko’s mind split between continuing to pleasure him, and spiraling toward insanity from him edging, she was completely unaware as Orochimaru gripped the base of her ponytail with one hand and reared the other one back.
Multiple things happened to Anko at once.
SMACK!
Anko felt the sharp sting of pain and pleasure, as Orochimaru brought his palm down forcefully onto her shapely ass while he simultaneously released the part of his cursed seal that was preventing her from cumming.
All the pleasure built up from him using her extremely sensitive tongue and throat, along with her desperate abuse of her clit and pussy, was finally allowed to reach an explosive climax. Anko’s vision went white, as the sheer intensity of the blinding pleasure fried her mind. She squealed. Her eyes rolled up into the back of her head. Her feet kicked up, toes curling, hips bucking on absolutely nothing but the empty air, as she squirted violently and audibly onto the forest floor.
Still hilted in her undulating throat, Orochimaru came, firing rope after rope of hot seed down her throat and straight into her stomach. Anko was on the brink of blacking out, but her throat unconsciously, dutifully, continued to swallow around his length, making sure not to spill a drop of his.
—
Satisfied, Orochimaru pulled Anko’s mouth off of him, extracting his cock, and held her head there for a moment as her body dangled loosely below her. He hadn’t broken a sweat, but Anko was clearly finished for the day, donning a fucked-silly expression with her eyes rolled back and tongue lolling out of her mouth (even though he had only fucked her throat). Releasing his grip, she fell to the ground and landed in the results of her own orgasm with a plop.
With his work done for the day, Orochimaru pulled his pants back up and turned to leave.
"Look for my summons after the second phase is complete. Do a good job again, and I might even fuck you into a coma properly next time."
Basking in the afterglow and covered in her own cum, all Anko could do was shudder and give a slight nod. She was so looking forward to it.
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Branded	By : NightCity Category: Naruto > Het - Male/Female Views: 5023 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto and I make no money from this story.

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