Tags: F/F, F/f, anal, bondage, watersports, non-consensual, slavery, kidnapping.
Chapter Two
Sakura Haruno was conflicted. On one hand, her teammates were awesome. Easily the two strongest genin in the village, Naruko and Sasuke were both once-in-a-lifetime level shinobi. It was an honor and a joy to be in their presence.
On the other hand, it was incredibly intimidating as well. After all, how does one measure up to two future legends? It was for that reason Sakura was walking to meet with her mentor Tsunade-sama (the Hokage herself!) for medical training.
She would always be in debt to Naruko. For saving her life on a number of occasions to arranging her apprenticeship, to just being an amazing friend—the blonde was incredible. While she wasn’t sure, the rumors were that Naruko might appreciate a nice dinner with an attractive female companion.
Sakura certainly wasn’t gay, but she had to thank her friend somehow, and if the rumors were true and Naruko saw the dinner as semi-romantic, well, so be it.
Sakura reached behind her head and scratched her neck as she entered the Hokage tower, nodding at the various shinobi and bureaucrats who lined the halls leading to her teacher’s office. Some greeted her and wished her well, some told her to “let Naruko-chan know I said hi”—those were less flattering.
Sakura took a moment to gather herself as she reached the Hokage’s floor and stood outside the office. Squaring her shoulders, she opened the door and walked in, exactly on time as instructed.
“Tsunade-sensei, I’m here and ready to—Naruko-chan?” her well-rehearsed daily greeting to her mentor was slightly derailed as she noticed her teammate sitting in one of the visitors chairs, apparently talking and having tea with her teacher.
“Oh, hey Sakura-chan. Just talking with Tsunade-nee-chan. I’ll get outta your hair, gotta go train anyhow,” the younger blonde said as she stood up and moved towards the door.
“Oh, okay Naruko-chan. I’ll talk to you-wha-?” Sakura was cut off as Naruko, who had been passing by her, suddenly swept behind her and pressed against the pinkette’s back.
Sakura, who was definitely
not a lesbian, couldn’t hide her blush as she felt her teammates breasts press into her back.
So big… “You know, Sakura-chan, I just realized, you might be a good visual aid.”
Completely confused, Sakura was about to question her teammate when she felt cold metal slide around her wrists and the unmistakable ratchet of handcuffs closing tight. Wincing in pain and surprise, she yelled out.
“What the hell Naruko!? Tsunade-sama, what’s going on?”
The young blonde who was holding her teammate’s bound wrists in her hands smiled.
“Oh right, I forgot you’re still sealed. Well, one that’s not Tsunade-chan. And two…
kai.” A seal, previously invisible, began to glow a dark red on the young Haruno’s neck and a flood of memories rushed into her head.
In a moment, Sakura went from confused, to comprehending, to horrified. She began screaming, crying for help, as her teammate, her 'Mistress', began dragging her by the hair to the south wall. The office, sealed by numerous privacy seals, ensured her cries went unanswered.
“Oh my lord, so noisy, here.” Naruko stopped briefly, reaching underneath Sakura’s bike shorts and with two strokes of a kunai severed the young girl’s panties. Ripping them free, Naruko yanked back on the terrified kunoichi’s hair and used her gasp of pain to hurriedly stuff the dripping wet panties into the other thirteen year-old’s mouth. Swapping her kunai for some gauze, Naruko quickly wrapped the bottom half of her teammate’s face, sealing the soiled panties in her mouth and reducing her cries to cutely muffled whimpers of terror.
Wiping her hand in the other girl’s pink hair, Naruko muttered disdainfully, “Jeez, pissed yourself? I thought we had made more progress than that last time, little slut. Well, in any event, wave goodbye to my clone. Yes, it’s a clone. We got places to go.” Smiling into Sakura’s wide, terrified eyes, Naruko simply picked the girl up (who had apparently remembered that struggling was
bad and become pliant
) into a bridal carry and walked into the darkness of the hidden staircase.
The Tsunade-clone watched as her creator and her slave disappeared into the stairway and the wall closed behind them, sighing. She reached over and grabbed some new mission forms, writing up a long-term two person infiltration mission that only Naruko Uzumaki and Haruno Sakura could accomplish.
“Miss has all the fun…”
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Tsunade was many things. A kunoichi, a veteran, an alcoholic, a singer (really, no joke), but she was not used to being a victim, in spite of her rather “woe-is-me” wanderings over the past decade.
So while she had been trained interrogation resistance, waking up in a strange room bound in a rather…suggestive manner was a shock to the system.
She could feel the harness around her head securing the ball in her mouth, as well as the drool that leaked out around said ball. That was irritating.
She could feel her feet had been forced into what had to be the most incredibly tall high heels she had ever worn; though she could tell her feet had been drawn up towards her ass, bound in a rather tight frogtie. That was painful and immobilizing.
Her hands were apparently useless. Tied into fists in what felt like leather bags, she could feel they had been drawn into an incredibly strict reverse prayer position, only her ninja training kept it from being excruciating.
The two things that really capped it off though was the rather impressive leather harness she could feel wrapped around her neck, torso, and upper thighs that was apparently keeping her suspended combined with her rather cold nipples which someone, who would soon be dead, had exposed by cutting holes in her shirt. The harness had the humiliating effect of squeezing and presenting her already impressive breasts, making them even more pronounced. And down around her crotch, despite still having her clothes, she could feel the leather straps pulling her pussy open.
And she was wearing a fucking collar!
As she blinked the grogginess out of her eyes, the blonde felt herself slowly spin, whatever was holding her up apparently connected to the harness at the center of her back. She looked up and saw herself in one of a number of mirrors, a rather impressive image of bondage. While she had seen pictures, she had never sampled this brand of sexuality and as she slowly spun, hanging a few feet off the floor, she decided she would not do so again.
After she killed whoever did this to her in the first place, of course.
The harsh, unmistakable clicks of stiletto heels echoed in the otherwise silent room until Naruko, her little sister, emerged from the darkness. Or rather, a fetishistic caricature of her favorite subordinate.
Gone was the austere shinobi uniform. In its place was some of the shiniest latex fetish-wear Tsunade didn’t even know existed. The thirteen year-old was decked out in black and white latex tight enough to be a second skin. Besides what appeared to be a full-body crotchless catsuit, the younger blonde apparently liked layers. Her high heels were apparently part of her black crotch-high stockings, which was framed by a garter belt. Her sex, which would have been bare, was hidden by a tight white latex thong.
A brutal white latex corset formed the already impressive girl’s physique into a perfect hourglass shape. Her breasts, apparently even bigger than anyone could have guessed, were at least a D cup and were borderline obscene on the girl’s five foot two inch body. They were encased in the black body suit, though a generous keyhole cutout offered a mouthwatering amount of cleavage. Finally, the younger girl’s hair had been tied up in a ponytail, as opposed to its usual pigtail style.
The older blonde stared at the teenager with wide, confused eyes for a few moments before squinting angrily.
“Wah ah ell aruko?!” Her gagged inquiry wasn’t hard to decipher.
“Ok, let’s do this quick. One, I’m not an imposter,” here Naruko flared her chakra, sending out an unmistakable signature. Tsunade, who was still confused, slumped a bit in both relief and sadness. On one hand this wasn’t some foreign kunoichi who had killed Naruko. On the other, this was Naruko who had apparently imprisoned her.
“Long story short, the Kyuubi is essentially gone. Well, I mean, it’s consciousness is still there in the seal but its power…” Naruko lifted up a latex-coated hand and let a red ball of chakra come into existence, “…it’s power is all mine now. My parents, yes, don’t look at me like that; I know who they are now. Well, my parents were clever, but not as clever as they thought. The trap they made worked, extraordinarily well. Too well, for their tastes I imagine. I mean, I like how things worked out. Borderline limitless power, nigh immortality…just some particular ‘appetites’ to go along with it if you will.”
Throughout her speech Naruko had walked closer to the bound woman. As she trailed off, she slowly caressed her prize’s bulging cheek, her pet wincing away from her rubbery touch. Smirking, she reached down and violently twisted Tsunade’s right nipple.
“URK”
Her captive cried out in surprise and pain and twisted in her bonds, trying to get away from the hand. Naruko finally released the now throbbing nipple and continued.
“Basically I like people. Well, owning people. And by people I mean women and girls, yourself for example. Men don’t really do it for me, their bodies or their minds. Anyway, you belong to me now. Now now, don’t shake your head like that. It’s not all bad. I mean, all you have to do is exactly what I say, and in return you get what you’ve been looking for.”
Naruko touched the diamond on her slave’s forehead.
“You see, despite what people think the Kyuubi’s chakra, or mine, rather, isn’t purely destructive. In a few years, I’m going to stop aging. Permanently. Right now, you could cut off an arm and I’d have a new one in a month. In a couple of years, you could take off my head and all I’d need is someone to hold it to my neck for a minute or two. That power, channeled correctly, can be gifted. I’m sure you noticed, but you can’t channel any chakra right now thanks to the numerous seals in your bindings, particularly your collar. Well, that includes your youthful illusion.”
Tsunade’s eyes widened in realization. The illusion was gone, the body she missed so dearly was back. It was permanent…
“Now you’re getting it! I can’t have my pets get all old and die on me, could I? Of course not. This is your new body now, or your old body, or whatever. And let me be clear, when I say yours, I mean mine. This isn’t a bad thing—the other perk of belonging to me…”
Naruko grinned wickedly and without warning shoved her gloved left hand down Tsunade’s pants, her latex digits reaching underneath the woman’s lacy panties and curling up inside her. Tsunade’s eyes popped open even wider and she began screaming into her gag.
“So tight! My god, slut, you are going to be an absolute pleasure to own. I wonder…” Naruko brought her other hand up to her mouth and lewdly sucked on her pointer finger. Keeping her left hand’s fingers firmly lodged in her pet’s pussy, she brought her other hand down behind the older blond. A few seconds later, Tsunade’s screams reached a fever pitch as she felt the cold wet latex finger push deep into her asshole.
“Even tighter! Oh pet, we are going to have so much fun!”
Naruko moaned in delight before leaning forward and biting Tsunade’s ear, continuing to rape both her slave’s holes with her fingers, enjoying the woman’s futile struggles and helpless cries.
“Man…I am fucked up huh?” Tsunade, writhing desperately trying futilely to escape from the unwanted digits, assumed the question was rhetorical.
Withdrawing her fingers, Naruko walked back in front of Tsunade, who had gone quiet and hung limply in her bondage, although her eyes still burned angrily. Naruto considered her new toy as she sucked clean the fingers that had just been in the Hokage’s cunt.
“Still got spirit, good. I’m hoping it’s still there when I shove a huge dick up that tight ass of yours. Seals are amazing, you know…anywhoo, I feel like for a proper introduction, I should show you my other pets, let you know how things work around here.”
Tsunade froze at the mention of “other pets”. Who else had her deranged little sister captured?
“Pet, if you would.”
Tsunade’s mind broke a bit when Anko Mitarashi emerged from the shadows. The woman was clothed in only a latticework of leather straps, creating an elaborate full body harness that, while supporting her assets, did nothing to hide anything. Her legs were covered to mid-thigh by purple latex leggings, and her arms had matching shoulder-length gloves. To think that a kunoichi so powerful could be subjugated so completely by her little sister…
“Oh don’t look so surprised. Anko’s got a thing for little girls, don’t you slut?” Anko smiled happily as Naruko stroked her purple hair, still done up like a pineapple. “I was nine when I tricked her into following me home. She thought she was so clever, planning on making my hot preteen ass into her personal slave, but that seal on her neck was just begging for some good-ol’ Kyuubi-ing. Kyuubifying? Kyuubication? Whatever, all I had to do was get her in position and just dump an obscene amount of chakra into her, and voila, loyalty seal transfers to me and I get my first slave. She was tongue deep in my pussy before she realized anything was wrong. A second later and she belonged to me. It’s a good thing I got to you before someone else, considering how easily led around by your cunt you are, huh pet?”
Anko smiled lovingly at her owner, “Yes Mistress. If it wasn’t for you, I don’t know what might have happened to me.”
“Indeed. Well, don’t waste time, where’s Kitty?”
It was then the Hokage noticed what appeared to be a leash trailing out of the purple-haired Kunoichi’s hand, which disappeared back into darkness. The twenty-two year old nodded at her mistress and pulled harshly at the lead, eliciting a pained yelp from the darkness. Slowly, a pink form came into the light, and Tsunade was horrified.
The new figure, who judging by her height and build couldn’t have been more than thirteen, was covered from head to toe in brilliantly oiled pink latex. Her arms were drawn back into a matching pink single glove, which forced her elbows together, forming a painful strappado. She walked uncertainly in merciless pink ballet shoes.
The only openings in the suit were at the crotch, breasts, mouth, nose, and eyes. The leash led to the tortured figure’s crotch, clipped to a silver clitoral piercing. The nipples of the young girl’s breasts were both pierced with silver hoops. The pink doll’s mouth was sealed with a plugged ring gag which had to be brutalizing her jaw if Tsunade’s own ball was anything to go by. The girl’s slender pink throat was circled by a shiny silver collar with a ring hanging from the front. The worst part though was the eyes, the terrified green eyes.
“-hakura?” some more drool dripped down from Tsunade’s tortured mouth and landed on her breasts, which were beginning to get quite damp, as she mumbled her apprentice’s name.
“Indeed! My teammate and your student! Or rather, my slave and your sister, now.” Naruko’s taunting voice was made even worse by how melodic and soothing it was. The juxtaposition was almost cruel. “I’ve been training her for a few years now, you see. Not that she remembered it, day to day. Kitty here has a rather unique seal on her neck. Seals, you see, are kind of a gift for me. When Kyuubi went ahead and fucked itself over, I got what amounts to a twenty century long crash course on, well, everything. Sort of. Not a lot of it stuck, as I don’t think my brain was ready for it, but goddamn, seals? I own that shit. There isn’t much I can’t do with them at this point. Anyways, every time I’d bring Sakura down here I’d turn off her seal. When it was time to go, I turn it on and everything that happened got locked away in her pretty little head.”
Naruko had moved next to her pink-coated pet, the smaller girl flinching away from her Mistress. Ignoring that, Naruko began fondling her teammate as she spoke, reaching down to the younger girl’s pussy and slowly finger-fucking her.
“You can imagine how fun it is every time I release the seal. She goes from ‘Naruko-chan! Help me find Sasuke-kun!’ to scared little kitty in no time flat! Within an hour or so though she’s back to normal, and can lick an asshole like you wouldn’t believe! Now, before we begin, I need to make a quick trip to the ladies room.”
At this point Naruko pulled her now soaked fingers from the pink-girl’s cunt and glanced meaningfully at Sakura, who closed her eyes in defeat before slowly lowering herself to her knees.
“Kitty here is still learning, but I want you to have a good idea of what I expect, Nee-chan.” Naruko kept talking casually as she twisted the plug and pulled it from the pink-encased slave’s mouth, letting it dangle from the strap of the gag. Positioning herself over her slave’s ring-gagged mouth, her side to the hanging Tsunade, Naruko reached down and pulled aside her white latex panties, revealing her baby-smooth pussy.
For a moment nothing happened, then Tsunade watched in silent horror as a small amber stream of piss started trickling out of her new Mistress’s pussy and into the mouth of the prostrate slave beneath her. The stream quickly got stronger until Sakura was quickly having trouble keeping up with the flow, her throat undulating rapidly as she desperately swallowed as much of her owner’s piss as she could manage. Unfortunately some still managed to overflow and run down her cheek, leaving wet trails down her latex-covered body.
To the side, Anko stood watching hungrily, her fingers of one hand working feverishly at her cunt while the other squeezed and pulled at her left breast.
Naruko continued to speak casually as she used her teammate’s mouth as a toilet. “She’s doing better, but that’s only because she knows for every drop she misses she gets a point. For every point, Anko-chan here gets to use mouth like this once. So far she’s already racked up another…six points? Getting better Kitty!” Anko, whose fingers were practically blurred into her cunt, finally reached a shuddering climax at the news.
Naruko’s stream slowly tapered off until there were just a few drops of golden piss falling into Sakura’s captive mouth. With a vicious grin, Naruko grabbed the back of the green-eyed girl’s latex-encased head and pulled her harshly into her spent pussy.
“Pets need to clean up after themsel—oooh, tongue! Finally showing some initiative Kitty! I’m so proud of you!”
Tsunade was confused to see and hear genuine affection coming from the little sadist as she enjoyed Sakura’s mouth, but it was undeniable.
A few minutes later, the young blonde Mistress shivered in an unmistakable orgasm before gently pushing the bound slaves head away from her pussy. Sakura sat back on her heals, breathing heavily, a strand of saliva connecting her gagged mouth to her Mistress’s crotch.
Adjusting herself and pulling her thong back into place, Naruko smiled at Tsunade, who hung in stunned silence. Making two seals, the mirrors circling the women slowly rose up into the sealing, and lights came on, revealing the room in its entirety.
“Welcome home, Princess. Let me take you on the tour.”
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