Konoha Defiled

Content:
This chapter contains age difference sex between an adult teen Sakura and old age men.
NO beast, scat or watersports

The grizzled veteran ninja stood silently in the branches of a high tree, overlooking the Leaf Village. He was a man built for revenge and had been seeking it for many decades. Honed ninjutsu and keen reflexes all built for a single purpose. But he also had diplomacy, and certain factions and clans in the village below were gearing to lend a hand to his sadistic coup d'etat. The woman of his ambitions was the current Hokage, a certain Senju Tsunade. Decades ago now she had wronged him and left him destitute. And while she used her magic to keep her youth and ascended to leader of a great nation's ninja village, he had been building the perfect strategies for his revenge.
Tonight was the night where he would strike, and the village below had no idea the degradation it was about to suffer under his rule.


The busty Hokage was busy with paperwork, alone in her office. Her mind on her work, in private chambers in the centre of her city and in the middle of peaceful times, if there was ever a chance to catch her off guard it was now. And so she never saw the jutsu coming to embrace her lush form, by the time she felt it's effects the male ninja had her bound to his will, fully conscious but under his control. Sensing the threat, her gargantuan strength tried to make her rise but this technique held her fast. As her keeper walked out of the shadows a flash of recognition crossed her face. Without words she knew only revenge was his plan. Not just for Tsunade though, because the young kunoichi of the village were her true legacy. Hands shaking, the Hokage was forced to write out the mission reports that would condemn them all.


Each mission scroll had been effected by the veteran's spell, and by reading it the young ninja girls would become influenced to follow it's orders, no matter how strange or lewd they seemed. The first to receive one was Haruno Sakura, the pink haired medical ninja known for her short temper and impressive physical strength. She rose early, still living with her parents and found the scroll just inside the door when she went down to make breakfast.


“Sakura
This is a vital A rank mission that I need you to complete immediately
The elderly of the village have recently been getting ill more frequently. They need special medical care and attention, remember to never refuse any of their demands and show proper respect!
Go to the hospital and give the healing these geezers need, your new uniform is stored inside the scroll.
Tsunade, 5^th Hokage”


As she finished reading the final words the paper gave a poof of smoke and clothes landed in Sakura's arms. The perverted items would have raised suspicions in anybody, but the jutsu ensured Sakura felt completely normal in putting on her new nurse uniform. She admired herself once everything was on. White fishnet stockings decorated her legs to just above the knee. Then her thick thighs were left bare until just before her pussy mound could be seen. Modesty was trying to be kept intact by a thin strip of white fabric posing as a microskirt across her hips. Underneath was a red thong which made sure to have the sides of itself ride up her hips in plain view. Toned midriff was also bare until a naughty bikini top, pure white with 2 red cross hospital symbols at the exact point of her nipples. Finally was the standard nurses cap, except the regular logo was now a white cross in a red loveheart. “Shannaro!” With a determined fish clench Sakura departed to the hospital.


The main ward of the hospital held host to a gaggle of the villages oldest geezers. Scouting out the village had been worth it to find the most dirty minded and perverted ojii-sans and setting up this little 'healing' session had won them over to the vengeful cause. Right now there was muttering that the mysterious stranger who told them to gather here was lying to them, there was no way one of the villages young ninjas was coming to service them. All of the men gathered were knowledgeable of the young generation, whose rooftop acrobatics and fetish-like ninja costumes teased them every day. For years they had to make do with ogling and jacking it in secret during trips to the hospital. Tsunade was a hottie too, but her anger and power made it too risky, and she kept close tabs on her star pupil, the healer Sakura.


So it was with barely hidden glee in the room when that same Sakura entered the room in her lewd excuse of a nurse outfit. The eager pink hair had picked up more instructions at the hospital's front desk, along with a large glass jar. The note had told her she needed a semen sample from each of the patients, all collected together in the jar and delivered to the Hokage's office for analysis. This should have been strange enough to set off alarms in Sakura's sharp mind but the jutsu took care of those worries just as it made her ignore the villagers stares as she had travelled from her home to the hospital while practically naked.


“Alright you geezers, let nurse Sakura take a few fluids and I'll use my extra special service to get you up and well in no time!” Each elderly perv was tucked up in a hospital bed of the ward and was sporting a moderate hard-on. Nothing huge, but considering the age of them, it was respectable. “Sakura-san, this old man needs those healing hands!” “Oh Sakura, my heavy balls are weighing my old bones down” “I need a pretty nurse to cure my blues” Everyone wanted to be the first to experience the promised service. The medic ninja sashayed over to the nearest bed, white slutheels clacking on each step. The balding and wrinkled face of its occupant split into a toothy grin and he pushed the sheet down his body to reveal he was already naked below the belt. Sakura pushed a finger to her lips in a airheaded thoughtful expression. “This swelling can't be normal, allow me to treat it.” She then spat on her open palm before taking the wrinkled cock in hand and began a steady pumping rhythm.


Being skilled in hand to hand fighting plus inheriting her mentors physical strength meant her wet palm gave a tight cock massage. Her patient had given a contented sigh before going limp in the bed, content to let his stiffy continue it's treatment unsupervised. Sakura had started twisting her hand on each stroke, coating the whole shaft with her spit. Leaning forward she spat another wad, lubing the dirty old man's cock up further and allowing her to speed up her wrist. “You go girlie”
The speed increase had started to make her sizeable chest bounce and jiggle and it was attracting jeer and catcalls. “Shake those funbags you bad girl”


“Tsunade used to get real rough when I grabbed her titties, but her student seems much more accommodating” One ragged creep cackled before grabbing 2 handfuls for himself. Sakura was too focussed on her mission to dismiss him and let her chest be fondled by men old enough to be her grandfather. Still laying down and groaning the lucky guy having his meat pumped indicated he was close. Suddenly realising she left the collection bucket at the entrance of the room, the cock started spurting in her hands. Thinking quickly she milked the dick with 1 hand and collected the sperm in her open palm. “Phew, that was close you naughty man”.


While the geezer lay recovering she skipped back to the glass jar and let her prize drip down. It looked lonely there by itself she thought. Turning back round she saw the rest of the guys had followed her up and now stood around her, 2 dozen deep, all with cocks out already. “Honestly you guys” she berated them jokingly. Getting on her knees she took the closest in hand, applied more spit and began her milking mission. Working around the room she gave each guy a rough but welcome handjob, collecting their elderly loads with determination.


She was nearly done with the last guy when she heard a loud clatter in the direction of the jar. A stooped perv with wild grey hair, grinned, spread his arms “Oops”. The precious samples she had collected were split across the floor though the jar was intact. Clenching her free fist, a vein rose in Sakuras large forehead. “You clumsy idiot, that were vital research. I can't use those now they've been contaminated by the floor.” She pushed past the crowd to see the damage, getting a few ass slaps along the way. “You can't leave it there nurse, what if we were to slip on that mess, it could break out brittle bones” One white haired patient pointed out. Sakura thought this was a good point and bent down to clear it up. “There's no mops or brushes, easiest thing would be to use your tongue”


This caused some small doubts to creep into the pink hairs mind about this whole mission, but before they could grow the wild haired ringleader used his foot to push her head down into the goopy mess. As her lips hit the puddle of stinky sperm, her brain went to autopilot and began slurping the shameful cocktail into her mouth and gulping loudly. The crowd watched the proud young woman and highly trained medic ninja crawl along the floor and use her tongue to scoop up the ball-cream of a whole retirement home. The cheeky bald patient who had been the first to feel Sakura's high-class handjob dared to pull the bikini string on the girls bare back and more whoops from the crowd happened when it fell away leaving the floor cleaning slut topless with her fat tits and pink nipples on show.


As the show was coming to a close, all the men reached for their pockets and pulled out a small chakra food pill, given before hand by the mysterious veteran. As they ate the effects were instant, not only were all the men's cocks invigorated and ready to cum again, they had gained 2, 3 or 4 inches, putting the average length of cocks in the room at 9 inches. The ringleader piped up “Ok girlie, let's get that jar filled again, it'll be faster if you use your mouth.” The pinkette looked up in time for the first fat cock to slap in her face and breathe in it's musk. Spitting it aside she looked skeptical “This doesn't seem right somehow...” The cock's owner placed it back across her mouth shushing her lips. “Nonsense, you're a good nurse and want to impress Lady Tsunade right?”
“MmHmm” she hummed into the dick, nodding. “Well then get collecting”
And he forced his grown length further into her face, sighing contently as he received his first blowjob in decades.


One by one the group used the kunoichi for their pleasure again. This time around Sakura got much closer acquainted to each cock, telling which men didn't have regular washing habits. Still hospital cleanliness was a nurse's job and she gave tongue baths to each head, shaft and balls before it blew it's load on her tongue. She would then carefully move over the jar and spat the issue into the pile. Some men wanted another handjob while she sucked their balls or for her to use her tits, but eventually the jar was refilled. The geezers were scattered around the room in different states of bliss and consciousness and so at late afternoon, Sakura gave a cheery wave “Keep safe you guys, and get well soon” before travelling to the Hokage building.


If she had remembered her face was a mess of cum and spit, she didn't care and didn't notice the stares in the streets as people gawped at the slutted up ninja girl wearing nothing but a microskirt and fishnets. No guards were present as she arrived at the big red building in town and she entered the office without knocking. Tsunade gave a slow forced smile “I see from that jar and your appearance the mission was completed” “Yes Lady Tsunade” “Good, now leave the samples on my desk and you can go”. Pumped at passing an A rank mission alone, the young girl let out a quiet “Shannaro” and a fist pump before leaving the room.


After she left, the mastermind stepped out of the shadows, still controlling Tsunade. “I think your pupil enjoyed chugging all that cum, wouldn't you say”
“Go to hell” was the Hokage's struggled response.
The scarred ruffian snorted in response. “You'll learn the meaning of humility, shame and disgrace before we are through... now...” He gestured at the jar.
Tsunade began to move unwillingly, her face suddenly a lot more panicked. Her strength tried to resist but to no avail. Slowly her arm reached over the desk and grabbed the jar of mixed cum. “You would think the elderly of a village would have some loyalty, but those guys were easy to win over. That jar reperesents the sexual frustration you caused those men over years of jiggling around the hospital in low cut tops and high heels. Now repent.”
Tsunade's disgust rose clearly to her face as the smell hit her, but her arm couldn't be stopped. Pure anger flashed at the man standing in front of her as her lips met the glass rim. Head tipped back, she began chugging, feeling the thick sensation of vintage cum straight out of backed-up balls. The Hokage downed the cumjar much like the pitchers of beer she was famous for drinking. Except this one ended with a shudder of disgust and a sloshing feeling of being tainted. And buried deep down, far too deep to ever admit to, even herself, was a shiver of pleasure.


“Now you've tasted their frustrations, you may be more receptive to others feeling in the future” the man lectured. “Now, about that 2^nd mission letter...”