Breaking Sakura

Tsunade took a long drag on one of Sarutobi’s old pipes, holding in the smoke for a moment and enjoying its warmth in her chest. She’d found it in one of the drawers of the Hokage’s desk, and the smell of her sensei’s particular brand of tobacco always helped clear her head. Plus, Shizune didn’t nag about smoking the way she did when Tsunade drank in the office.

Leaning back, Tsunade expelled the smoke as a set of four concentric rings. She could do better, but at the moment she was distracted, contemplating what course of action to take with Haruno Sakura. In the past few weeks her anger towards the girl had mellowed; it was difficult to hate someone who looked so pathetic and remorseful all the time.

Since Sakura had arrived at the tower a month ago, Tsunade and Shizune had spent several very pleasant hours of every day enjoying her formerly unspoiled body. Tsunade had never had the opportunity to work with such a young, delicate patient before, and she relished the experience. When she’d been a member of the ANBU medical corps, she’d frequently volunteered for the task of remolding enemy kunoichi (and the occasional male shinobi) for use as concubines or breeding stock, but even the teens among them had been battle-hardened veterans, and the techniques she used on them would probably leave someone like Sakura a drooling vegetable.

And that was the crux of her problem. Despite the threats she had made to the former genin while raping her, Tsunade didn’t think Naruto would appreciate having one of the people he cared about reduced to an empty shell; she had to make sure that most of Sakura’s mind stayed intact throughout this process, although she had every intention of altering its less pleasant aspects. That meant she’d have to forgo the usual battery of will-breaking and conditioning genjustsu. She wasn’t seriously concerned, though. After all, she had more than two years to mold Sakura into the perfect slutty little concubine; she could afford to take her time.

A few deep, methodical drags later, Tsunade had decided on Sakura’s next training exercise. Setting aside her pipe, she reached under her desk and grabbed the back of Shizune’s head, grinding her assistant’s nose into her mound as she allowed the woman’s talented tongue to finally push her over the edge. After a moment to collect herself, she pushed back her chair to give the jounin room to slip out from under the desk.

“Shizune, go set Sakura up on one of the machines at a low setting, then meet me at the tower’s west entrance. We have a house call to make.”

Shizune wiped the glaze of bodily fluids off her face with the hem of her robe and followed Tsunade out of the room.


Sakura slumped forward bonelessly, her body soaked in sweat and her own vaginal juices. She was naked save for the hemp cord that held her bound in a complicated series of knots. They crisscrossed her entire body in diamond patterns, with her arms tied behind her back and legs lashed tight to the wooden saddle she was currently perched on. The two vibrators built into the saddle’s surface worked independently of one another, penetrating and pulsating inside her at gentle rhythms that kept her fluids flowing but rarely allowed her any sort of release. She’d ridden this machine several times in that past weeks, although this was the first time she’d been left alone. Usually Tsunade and Shizune would have sex on the leather examining table next to her, from which the Hokage would deliver an almost constant stream of verbal abuse. If she weren’t the target, Sakura would have been impressed with the creativity of Tsunade’s insults. Sakura was never allowed off the device until she agreed with her captor’s assessment of her.

Sakura actually did possess some knowledge of hojo-jutsu and the associated escape methods (the basics were taught to all academy students), but even if she did eventually manage to wiggle free, she knew she wouldn’t escape the building. The few times she’d been let out – so that Tsunade could make use of her while in her office – she had been carried right past several groups of ANBU. Judging from their lack of reaction at seeing a nude, bound, and gagged preteen slung over the Hokage’s shoulder, there was nothing illicit or covert about her captivity.

In the three hours since Shizune had locked her into the device, she’d been forced to four orgasms. After a brief throat-fucking, the Hokage’s assistant had left her alone on the machine, saying it would get her warmed up for tonight’s event. Sakura had had little else to do but allow her imagination to run wild wondering what new way she might be defiled and humiliated later that evening, considering what had already been done to her. In the past month since she’d arrived at the tower, she had been visited several times a day by Tsunade or Shizune, although rarely both at the same time. They did have a village to run after all. Each visit always culminated in at least one of her holes being violated by the med-nins’ unnatural cocks. The sessions usually consisted of a good deal of foreplay before the main event, and Sakura had learned more about various sexual deviances than her prepubescent mind had ever dreamed of.

Shizune was by far the more gentle of the two; aside from an apparent fetish for filling Sakura’s belly to the brim with an enema and then fucking her full ass, she would usually just kiss and fondle Sakura’s body to warm it up, and it scared Sakura how much she enjoyed it.

Tsunade took a more violent and varied approach with her foreplay, preferring to humiliate and degrade the girl for her own amusement before giving her a vigorous fucking. She had a fondness for spanking, whether with a paddle or her open hand, and with Tsunade’s strength this meant Sakura’s rump was usually cherry red. To Sakura’s horror, this tactic proved even more effective at arousing her than Shizune’s method.

When she was not being used, Sakura was often kept in large rubber body bag, outfitted with a catheter and two-way enema to dispose of any waste she might produce. Her mouth was gagged with a feeding tube that periodically pumped either water or a hormone-laden nutrient paste, the only sustenance she received aside from the semen she frequently swallowed.

Despite the meager diet, Sakura was actually healthier now than she’d ever been. Forced to either swallow her meals or choke, she had put on several pounds and no longer looked so underweight. Shizune’s erotic massages included a technique that prevented any of her muscles from atrophying during the lengthy periods she spent immobile.


When Tsunade entered the dungeon she affectionately called her playroom, Sakura once again tried to persuade the woman to release her, this time appealing to her logical side. She struggled to keep her voice steady despite the continued ministrations of the machine she was bound to.

“Hokage-sama, even if no one in the village will stop you from doing this, you know Naruto-kun will never go along with it. Whether he should or not, he loves me, and if you force me to be his slave, he’ll resent you for it.”

Tsunade chuckled at this. “Hoho, so it’s Naruto-KUN now, is it? Well Sakura-chan, what if I told you he’s already agreed to the arrangement?” The look of shock and disbelief further amused the Hokage.

“Difficult as it may be for you to accept, I’m not lying. When he was in the hospital recovering from his attempt to retrieve Sasuke, I went to Naruto and informed him that you would soon be stripped of your rank and tried for treason against Konoha.”

Briefly pausing to enjoy the growing shock on Sakura’s face, Tsunade ploughed on. “I suppose I forgot to mention that during our chat in my office. Didn’t you know that every open space within Konoha’s walls is under surveillance? Did you think no one knew about your offer to follow your Uchiha idol out of the village, or were you just so stupid that you didn’t think it consequential? I assure you, the shinobi council takes threats of defection very seriously. I would be well within my power as Hokage to have you executed, and I told Naruto as much. When I offered him the chance to save your life by becoming your caretaker, he agreed immediately. He may not fully understand what his relationship with you will be, but when he comes home to find you waiting in his bed, I’m sure he’ll catch on quickly.”

The charge of treason was a heavy blow to Sakura, but her desperation gave her strength, and she tried again. “But I’ll tell him what you did to me, how you raped me! Whatever you’ve told him, he’ll hate you when he finds out!”

Sakura flinched back as Tsunade stepped in closer to her, but the Hokage just cupped Sakura’s chin in her hand and tilted her head up so that she was forced to lock eyes with her. “You’re not a position to be making threats, little girl. Do you really think that at the end of this, you’ll still be an unwilling participant? Shizune and I are not just going to give you a whore’s body. By the time Naruto comes home, you’ll be drooling over the thought of swallowing his cock. We’re going to turn you into a semen addicted sow, a slutty little nymphomaniac whose main goal in life is to have something, anything, filling her holes at all times. Ostensibly your role will be that of a brood-mare; it is after all in Konoha’s best interest that a shinobi of Naruto’s pedigree have more than one women to bear him children, and we’ll be careful to leave you intact enough to play that role, but really you’ll just be a toy for him to relieve his stress on. And you will love it. You’re already starting to enjoy it, aren’t you? You cried and screamed when I relieved you of your virginity, but only a few weeks later your body is already becoming addicted to sex.”

Tsunade abruptly released Sakura’s head from her grip and turned towards the door. “Untie her and slip her into her new outfit before you put her in her cage, Shizune. I want her well-rested and looking her best for tonight.”

With those ominous parting words, Tsunade left the room, and Shizune finally shut off the vibrators filling Sakura. The ex-genin let out a long groan of relief, and nearly thanked her, but remembered that Shizune was just as much an active participant in this as Tsunade, even if she was a good deal friendlier about it. So she didn’t say anything, and tried to ignore Shizune as the woman began undoing the buckles that lashed Sakura to the wooden horse. Shizune noticed this and shook her head in exasperation. “Sakura-chan, you should stop fighting this so much. This isn’t some secret operation that you can be rescued from, it’s an established tradition that has been practiced under every Hokage and has the support of the entire village council. Even I went through something similar when I first started serving Tsunade-sama, and once I learned to accept my new role and let go of the fear and shame, I found the process quite pleasant.”

“You enjoyed being tortured by that sadist?” Sakura asked in disbelief.

“Tsunade-sama would much rather fuck you than abuse you, Sakura-chan, she just won’t tolerate disobedience in her slaves. Once you start behaving yourself, the punishments will stop.” As she was saying this, Shizune finished with the ropes, and wrapping her arms around Sakura’s waist, she easily lifted the slight girl off the two rubber cocks that she’d been plugged into for the past three hours. After being filled and stretched for such an extended period, Sakura felt almost uncomfortably empty. Shizune carried Sakura over to a nearby vinyl examination table and gently laid her onto it. Sakura was too tired and sore to do anything but lie back as Shizune first used a simple suiton jutsu to wash and douche her, using waster drawn from a nearby tub. The medic then rubbed some cooling ointment onto Sakura’s abused sex and anus, making sure they’d be at one hundred percent for the festivities later that evening. Shizune restrained herself from doing anything more to Sakura than commanded by Tsunade, even when the girl moaned cutely as she worked the medicinal balm into her sphincter. That task complete, Shizune poured a fine coating of talcum powder over Sakura’s body, which made sliding her into her new latex suit much easier.

The suit was a simple article but one of excellent quality. Constructed as a single piece and lacking any visible seams, the catsuit covered Sakura’s entire body up to her throat in a millimeter-thick film of glossy black latex, with holes cut to allow access to her nipples, cunt, and asshole. After Sakura was fully encased, Shizune sealed the opening at the back with a brief application of chakra.

As a final touch, Shizune put a wide leather collar around her neck. The black collar was plain save for a plate of metal similar to a hitai-ate riveted to its front, with something engraved on it that Sakura didn’t have a chance to see.

Her preparation complete, Shizune gathered Sakura into her arms and carried her over to the large metal cage that served as her room when she wasn’t being hung in her bag. After being set down on the ground, Sakura crawled into the cage, for once actually looking forward to sleeping on the large dog bed inside. Shizune closed and locked the cage behind her. By the time Shizune had crossed the room and turned out the light before exiting, Sakura was asleep.


Genin teams 8 and 10 were having an early dinner together at a yakiniku restaurant after an afternoon of joint training. Asuma and Kurenai had taken a secluded booth at the back of the venue under the flimsy pretext of needing to “discuss training strategies”, so the genin were left to chat among themselves. There was only one topic of discussion.

“So it looks like Sakura really did get kicked out of the shinobi forces,” said Chouji with a mouth full of beef.
“Seems that way,” agreed Shikimaru.
“Yeah, but that’s not the half of it,” Kiba broke in bluntly. “The way my mom put it when I asked her, it sounds like Sakura’s been forced into the breeding program.”
As the heirs of Konoha’s major clans, the genin of teams 8 and 10 were better informed than most of their peers, and they all knew about this particular aspect of shinobi society. Their parents might have tried to shield them from such knowledge, except that other than Hinata, each of them had at least one close relative that possessed such a concubine, so there was really no way of hiding it from the children. In Hinata’s case, Hiashi had never felt any such reservations, and had sometimes even hinted that she might find herself with a similar fate if she did not become a more satisfactory successor. Before Naruto had beat some sense into him, Neji had actually sometimes quipped about it being her destiny to serve as a breeder to a more powerful clan member.
“I wonder whose custody she’ll be placed under,” said Chouji.
“Actually, my mom mentioned that as well. Naruto’s going to assume ownership of her when he returns from his trip, the lucky bastard.” Kiba mumbled the last part under his breath.
“I can’t believe she’s been promised to that idiot of all people,” lamented Ino. “I could maybe understand if some senior jonin had taken a shine to her, but why the hell would she be made into a slave just for Naruto’s benefit?” Ino had mixed feelings about the situation. While she felt sorry for her ex-friend’s situation, there was a substantial amount of spiteful satisfaction in knowing her rival was permanently out of the competition.
“It could be that they realized he’s not such an idiot after all,” reasoned Shikimaru. “He went from last in the academy to beating the guy everyone thought was Konoha’s strongest genin in under six months. The council may just be trying to curry favour with someone they see as a potentially valuable shinobi. It’s happened before.
“I feel badly for both Sakura and Naruto-kun,” said Hinata in a quiet voice. “How can the council just choose who Naruto will be with without his consent? He… he deserves the right to choose for himself.” Everyone at the table knew where Hinata’s concern was coming from, and Shikimaru decided to allay her fears. “Hinata, it’s pretty unlikely Naruto’s going to be restricted by this decision. Having a concubine doesn’t prevent someone from marrying, and if Naruto really does become as powerful as the council seems to think, he’ll be expected, even encouraged, to find a strong kunoichi to marry. Stronger future generations and all that crap.
That was exactly what Hinata wanted to hear. If the situation was as Shikimaru described it, then this turn of events had actually helped her chances with Naruto. If Sakura was no longer a potential wife, Hinata didn’t have to compete with her for Naruto’s affection (not that there’d been much of a competition up until now).
Truthfully, Hinata was in a way quite pleased with the fate that had befallen Sakura. She’d always held a quiet distaste for the pink-haired kunoichi for her treatment of Naruto; the idea that she’d now spend the rest of her life serving him had a pleasant sense of poetic justice to it. And if she did ever manage to marry Naruto, Sakura would be forced to serve her as well. Hinata’s her face burned red at her subsequent thoughts.


Sakura had fallen into a restful sleep inside her cage and was greatly enjoying a dream involving herself, Naruto, and whipped cream. If she’d ever been able to remember them when she woke, she would likely have accused Tsunade of somehow messing with her mind, but in truth, these dreams were simply the products of her current hypersexual lifestyle and some unpleasant revelations about the previous focus of her unconscious fantasies. She’d never admit it, but she didn’t find Sasuke at all appealing anymore.

She woke to the sound of the room’s iron door hitting the stone walls of the basement dungeon. No longer disoriented by waking up in a subterranean dungeon instead of her bedroom, Sakura lay still in her cage, resigned to whatever treatment her captors had planned for the evening. She was surprised when she heard more than two sets of shoes striking the dungeon’s cement floor; Tsunade and Shizune had never brought anyone else down there before.

The ceiling lights were turned on and Sakura shut her eyes against their brightness.

“Hoho, so this is where you’ve been keeping the little dropout,” a deep female voice said. “I’m upset you didn’t invite up over sooner Hime, she looks good enough to eat.”

“Pfft,” Tsunade dismissed the strangers playful accusation, “I wanted to play with my new toy a little before I started lending her out. Besides, you should have seen her when I first got my hands on her; she had the physique of an Iwa prison escapee. Her ass is just now filling out enough to grab onto, even if she still looks like a prepubescent boy up top.”

“Mmm, nothing wrong with that, I like my bitches frail and doe-eyed.”

Sakura wasn’t really bothered by the casual criticism of her former appearance; she was actually a little pleased that Tsunade thought she was becoming sexier, it was a rare compliment, if a backhanded one.

As her eyes adjusted, Sakura was able to get a look at the room’s occupants, and she involuntarily gasped as she realized what tonight’s training would be.

Between Tsunade and Shizune stood a wild-looking woman with unkempt brown hair and red facial tattoos, and in front of that woman was sitting an extremely large dog. Both of them were staring at her the way Naruto stared at ramen.

Noticing Sakura’s gaze, the woman, who Sakura belatedly recognized as Kiba’s mother, spoke: “Hey there kitten. Tsunade-hime’s been bragging about what an obedient slut she’s turning you into, so Kuromaru and I thought we’d come see for ourselves.”

Sakura wasn’t sure what to say. The idea of mating with a dog three times her size was frightening, but if Tsunade really did want to show Sakura off, then resisting would probably result in a harsh punishment. And it wasn’t as though her disobedience would actually save her from getting fucked; if there was one thing she had learned in the past month, it was that when Tsunade decided to make her do something, she would never relent until Sakura obeyed. With this in mind, Sakura did the logical thing and stayed silent.

Shizune walked up to Sakura’s cage and opened the front so she could crawl out, which she hesitantly did. When she tried to stand, Shizune put a hand on her shoulder and told her she’d be spending the evening on her hands and knees. This hint was enough to confirm Sakura’s fear that she would be forced to have sex with the Inuzuka leader’s ninken, and she couldn’t help mentally sizing up the huge beast and guessing how large its penis might be.

“Come on Sakura-chan, we’ve got to get you set up for your date with Kuromaru,” said Shizune cheerfully. She gave a light tug to the leash she’d just attached to Sakura’s collar, and Sakura obediently crawled behind the assistant as she was led over to one of the few pieces of furniture in the room that she had not yet made use of.

It was relatively simple in design; a sloped platform covered in padded leather with recesses in it for her knees and a set of attached steel manacles for each of her limbs, also padded. Once Shizune fastened her onto it, her exposed ass and pussy were forced into the air while her head was level with her bent knees. Her body was perpendicular to the dungeon’s entrance, so by turning her head to one side she still had Tsunade, Tsume, and the dog in her line of vision.

“Slut,” Tsunade addressed Sakura, “as you’ve probably guessed, tonight you’re going to be tending to my friend Tsume’s companion Kuromaru. None of the bitches at the Inuzuka Kennels are in heat at the moment, and the poor guy hasn’t gotten his rocks off in almost a month. Now, since you’ve been unusually well behaved tonight, I’ll let you choose which hole he uses.”

Sakura considered this for a moment. It wasn’t often Tsunade gave her any sort of choice. This was an easy one. “My ass, please.” Tsunade had managed to actually fist her ass for the first time just the day before, so Sakura was confident that it was the more flexible of her orifices.

“I can’t wait to see you try, sweetheart,” said Tsume. “The one time I let Kuro-kun in my backdoor I couldn’t sit down for a week.” The dog had what looked disturbingly like a grin on his face.

Sakura jumped when Shizune began applying a cool, thick lubricant that smelt like bacon to both her holes. After working what felt like a significant amount of lube into each crevice, Sakura was surprised to see her pick up what looked like an oversized syringe and promptly inject what felt like a liter of the slippery substance up inside of her. While she was grateful for the additional preparation, she was nervous that Shizune had applied so much more than normal. Just how well-endowed was this dog?

The canine in question left his position in front of his partner and slunk over to the girl that had been provided for him. Approaching her invitingly upturned ass, he gave her the traditional dog greeting and shoved his nose between her cheeks. Kuromaru’s large floppy tongue probed her slit for a minute to lap at the animal fat that coated it, his muzzle pressing into her butt hole as he did so. When he was finished with his snack, he promptly reared back and jumped on top of her so that his front paws rested in front of Sakura’s face while his hind legs were still on the floor. Lapping at the young girl’s cunt and sniffing in the delicious musk of its juices, Kuromaru’s impressive caninehood had become semi-erect, and when he positioned himself above Sakura, his unsheathed cock slapped wetly against her left buttock. She recognized it for what it was, and groaned in apprehension at its weight.

“I will try to be gentle.”

Sakura squeaked in surprise when the panting mouth above her head began to speak. “Wha- you can talk?”

She heard something that resembled a chuckle. “Yes, it takes effort to maintain the proper vocal range, but I can speak the human tongue quite well. As I said, you’ve likely never lain with anyone as large as I, so I will do my best to be gentle. You, in turn, need to relax; your rear is much too tight for me to push in, and I am getting impatient.”

“Ah, alright.” Sakura replied in a small voice. She hadn’t expected to find any kind of sympathy from a ninken, but it was nice to hear all the same, and she tried to obey him and relax her sphincter as Shizune had been teaching her to do. Kuromaru grunted in approval, and lined up the head of his tapered penis with the cleft of Sakura’s ass. After a few clumsy pumps between the flesh of her pale cheeks, the massive dog finally found the proper alignment and sunk his cock-head into her rear.

Kuromaru fought his instinctive urge to immediately sink himself to the hilt as the tip of his dick was enveloped in the tight wet heat of the girl’s lubed ass. He struggled to fulfill his end of the compromise, slowly pushing past the inner muscles of her ass and stopping with a frustrated whine when the young human beneath begged him to hold still for a moment.

Sakura bit down on her lower lip to hold back the wail she wanted to give when Kuromaru first speared her ass. She could tell he was doing his best to go slowly, but it always hurt the first time her sphincter muscles were forced to stretch past there normal comfort zone. But the pain passed quickly, fading to an almost pleasant ache, and Sakura told Kuromaru he could keep going, managing to sound almost excited at the prospect. After all, he was making an effort to be kind to her, there was no reason to make him feel bad by whining about it.

Kuromaru acknowledged her approval with a pleased yip, leaned his considerable weight forward, and pushed past Sakura’s inner colon to sink over a foot of dog cock into her belly. This might have been a very dangerous situation for someone of Sakura’s size, but for the past month Shizune had been performing some very esoteric medical jutsu on her that made her intestinal tract nigh-untearable (Tsunade had tested this feature while elbow-deep in Sakura’s ass the day before). So instead of pain, there was only a vague discomfort along with an ecstatic sense of fullness that scared and aroused Sakura. Despite herself, she was enjoying this treatment; she was actually eager to feel Kuromaru’s penis pull out and thrust back in her ass. She was a thirteen-year-old girl that found pleasure in getting anally raped by a dog, and she felt so ashamed that she should have been crying. Instead her humiliation was making her wetter. Absently, Sakura noted that Kuromaru had yet to withdraw his dick, and was slowly working it further up inside her. When she felt the top of his knot press against her already stretched asshole, her eyes widened comically as her inner voice raged at the awful dick that was spearing her. No! You’ve gone far enough, fucker! No entry! I am not made of rubber! The fact that her insides were actually now very similar to rubber was not acknowledged.

Kuromaru started shifting from one foot to another as he wiggled his hips to try and work his knot through Sakura’s suddenly not very accommodating sphincter. He paused to look up when he heard Tsume scream, but it clearly wasn’t something he needed to intervene in, so went back to stuffing his cock inside the adorable little human he’d been provided.

The trio of elite kunoichi had found themselves getting more than a little hot under the collar as they watched the bestiality scene unfold in front of them, and so in silent consensus they had torn off each other’s clothes and started energetically fucking on a convenient rubber-covered futon on the dungeon floor. Tsunade and Shizune had both performed their favourite jutsu and were now sporting identical hefty schlongs, which Tsume had pounced on like a starving Akimichi. Shizune was currently in a position similar to Kuromaru, pounding out a furious staccato rhythm into Tsume’s swollen cunt, while Tsunade relaxed and fondled her breasts and let the Inuzuka clan head give her a very sloppy but very skilled blowjob.

As this was happening, Kuromaru continued trying to work his knot – now swollen to the size of a large orange – up into his semi-willing partner. Sakura realized that he wasn’t going to be satisfied until he was balls-deep inside her, so she bore down on her muscles and tried to relax them past their already taut state. Frustrated at his lack of progress, Kuromaru pulled out most of his length and quickly drove back in. The momentum of his thrust, with nearly a hundred kilos of muscle behind it, was more than a match for Sakura’s stubborn ass, and the knot was finally inside her. It forced the breath out of Sakura’s lungs like a punch to the guts, and the girl had to gasp air for the next few seconds as Kuromaru savoured the feeling of finally having his enormous dick completely engulfed by Sakura’s warmth.

With the foreplay complete, Kuromaru began humping Sakura elevated rear without reservation. He did not pull out of the girl’s ass, instead only pulling out the last few inches of his length, the swollen sphere pummeling her insides as it bounced around inside her. She could swear it had grown larger since entering her, and now no amount of tugging by the furry beast on top of her would dislodge it. The rough massage it was giving her intestines was making Sakura shiver and twitch uncontrollably as she tried to accept what she was feeling. She had an enormous urge to relieve herself, but while it would have normally been uncomfortable, it was instead providing her with an almost narcotic high. She felt so lightheaded, her breath came out in short gasping pants, and the various discomforts she had been feeling from the start – the odd position she was contorted into, the sheen of sweat under the thin latex suit she wore, the uncomfortably hot fur rubbing against her back – they were all overpowered and consumed by the incredible sensation of fullness she felt in her rear.

Sakura’s sphincter spasmed alongside her pussy as she orgasmed, providing the additional stimulation Kuromaru needed to shoot his load inside her, spraying enough seed that Sakura could dimply feel it even through her orgasm, and the sensation of being filled with dog cum prolonged and intensified her pleasure.

After coming down from his own bliss, the ninken remained where he was, refraining from his normal post-coital behaviour of continuing to pump into his bitch until his knot shrunk to ensure all his semen had been wrung out of him. The little human had performed admirably and deserved a rest. Sakura actually drifted off to sleep with him still inside her, and she continued to sleep when he finally pulled out twenty minutes later.

Kuromaru gracefully loped over to where his mistress was lazing with the other two kunoichi and started lapping at the assorted fluids that covered her. When he finished his self-appointed task, the three women took it as their cue to stand up. Tsunade walked over to where Sakura was laying unconscious, released her restraints, peeled off the latex suit, and carried her over to the water tub where she gently washed her, her fondness for Sakura at an all time high. When Sakura was clean and had still not woken, Tsunade took her to her cage and laid her down in it, leaving the latch open. Sakura had taken an important step tonight, and she should be rewarded for it. Tsunade had a feeling Sakura would be much better at accepting commands from this point on.