Subjugation

 

Merry Christmas I guess.



Disclaimer: Don’t own Naruto.



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As Yamanaka Ino walked back from the training grounds, she felt rather filthy. Training for the last several hours had left her grimy and dirty, as one might expect. All she wanted to do was get back to her home, where she could take a nice, peaceful shower, where-after she could sit down in some nice clean clothes and perhaps read a scroll or two before deciding what she would do for dinner. She was pretty sure there was some leftover barbecue in the fridge, but she wasn’t sure if she was really in the mood for that.



As she walked through the marketplace she took note of what she perceived to be good values that she passed, considering coming back out to get groceries if she decided that she wanted to make herself dinner. Nothing really jumped out at her as special, all the deals seeming rather run of the mill. Maybe when she was all nice and clean she could flirt her way to some better prices. Fuck, she could probably flirt her way to some better prices now, filthy as she was.



The years had been kind to Yamanaka Ino, her body developing into that of a beautiful young kunoichi. Her face had sharpened only slightly since her younger years, leaving her looking sharp and predatory to many a man. Her blond hair was kept in a pony tail, as it always was, though now a bang hung down in front of her face. Her outfit, still purple from her younger days, now showed midriff, with a purple top and skirt on bottom (she supposed you could say that her childhood outfit had shown midriff too, but wrappings solved that problem). Her midriff, along with her exposed legs, did the best job of showing just how toned the girl had become, and led many an eye astray. Her comfortably C-cup breasts probably didn’t hurt in that regard either.



One thing that would always remain from her childhood though, was that Yamanaka Ino was  a gossip, tried and true. If there seemed to be a story, you could bet your ass that she would shove her nose into it whether it belonged there or not and get every detail that she could. From there it was no guarantee that silly things such as secrets would remain as such.



This is why, when Ino’s eyes came across a particularly attractive woman whom she did not recognize, she immediately needed to know more, not for any lesbian reason, mind you, but simply to find out about this “new kid on the block” as it were.



This woman was daring, that was for sure. Her black skirt, if it could even be called that, was so short that Ino could see the beginnings of the woman’s ass, along with a glimpse of the bottom of the woman’s underwear, a thong with thick horizontal black and white stripes. below this, her black fuck-me boots came up to about mid thigh, leaving a fair amount of “absolute territory” for men to gawk at. above the skirt was the rest of the woman’s thong, covering more vertical distance up the woman’s back than the skirt, if Ino had to guess. From the back, all Ino could tell about the woman’s top was that it exposed plenty of stomach and lower back, though Ino supposed that she couldn’t be the one to judge on that one. The only other thing Ino could deduce was that this woman took excellent care of her hair, from the way the black locks seemed to flow so fluidly.



It was only when the woman turned around that Ino realized that she knew this girl. “Holy shit,” Ino thought, hiding behind a crowd to make sure she wasn’t spotted before she could make her escape, “that’s Hinata!”



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The trek back to Konoha was taking a lot longer than it normally would have for Naruto and Sakura, considering that they couldn’t travel at their full capacity with the two of them recovering from their ordeals, as well as Sakura living in constant fear of losing control of her own actions and taking her teammate in every sense of the word.



In addition, Sakura was also traveling still with the vibrators snugly wedged into her. She had gone to take a kunai to cut the protrusions off of her shorts, but found that she couldn't bring herself to do it, instead leaving them as the were, which, consequently, meant inside of her. Having to take a slight break every time your partner has an orgasm wasn’t something Naruto thought would be delaying one of he missions.



In fact, he was fairly certain that the girl had simply straight up lost it. At least once each night he would awake to find himself being humped, rubbed on, or actually fucked by his pink haired teammate. Now, he would have thought that being fucked would have required his consciousness, but hey, Haruno Sakura was a medic, and that girl knew what she was doing, not that he really minded that much. He was more worried for her than for anything else. Especially himself.



Oh, woe is him, he’s getting some.



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As Ino entered the bath, she couldn’t help but be haunted by the memory of Hyuuga Hinata. She had seen that girl just a few days ago, dressed in her baggy jacket as she always was. What the hell had happened in just a few days? The girl she had seen out there had had no qualms showing off a body that, to be perfectly honest, left Ino feeling a little envious. And that get-up, the though of going outside in that little amount of clothing actually turned Ino on more than a little.



A moan escaped her lips as she began to touch herself, kneading  her left breast with her hand while her right reached down and began to stroke her nether regions. The shame of touching herself while thinking of her classmate brought a blush to her face, but in the end only served to turn her on even more.



This went on for some time, with her increasing the speed of her ministrations as she approached her climax. When she finally did climax, she did so quite loudly, certain that she was still the only one home. As she was about to get herself out of the bath, however, the lights went out.



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As they (he and his shadow clones) began to set up camp for the night, Naruto left to go find a stream to get water for the night, leaving his shadow clones to do all the more irritating work of setting up the camp ground for the night, from setting up tents to building a fire to securing the perimeter because hey, what are disposable flesh and blood copies of a person for?



Sakura, however, had other ideas.



Her clothes were already off, sitting pretty in a messy pile on the ground as she sauntered over, naked, to the nearest clone, leaning in to whisper something in his ear. Immediately after, the clone went rigid as a board and whistled to all the others. As Sakura got on her knees and took the first clone into her mouth, she saw out of the corner of her eye two more clones, one on each side of her, drop their trousers to reveal erect members. Taking one in each hand she began to pump wildly, still sucking on the dick in her mouth with furious vigor. As she felt two more presences approach she temporarily stopped, long enough for a fourth clone to position himself laying on the ground behind her. Lining herself up, she slowly worked the cock into her asshole, moaning, mouth agape at the feeling of the penetration.



Laying her back onto the clone’s chest, she continued to moan in ecstasy getting only louder when another clone began to plow into her sopping wet cunt. Tilting her head back, she took the original clone back into her mouth and began to once again pump the second and third clones with her hands, giving her full attention to the collection of cock that she was playing with.



She was thus surprised, pleasantly so, when she felt someone, another clone, violently grab her tits by her golden piercings and start using her breasts for a titty fuck. One by one, the clones began to finish as Sakura continued to moan in ecstasy, screaming out once the clone in her mouth had finished and she had gotten down gurgling cum. Once all the clones were finished, they began to get back to work around the campsite, leaving Sakura laying there, naked, breathing deeply, completely covered in hot spunk, dripping the seed from her holes.



This, Sakura dripping semen from her pussy, asshole, and mouth, simply covered in the stuff, was the scene Naruto came back to when he returned with the water. Picking her up, he carried her to the river so that he could get her clean. Maybe if he was lucky she’d still be up for more. Who was he kidding, as if that was a question.



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It was dark. That was all Ino could observe as she slowly came to. What had happened? She had been in the bath, ready to get out when the lights went out, and after that she couldn’t remember anything at all. She tried to move, but was shocked to find herself restrained.



“Have a good bath, Ino-chan?”



The voice was Hinata’s that was for sure, but the tone sounded nothing like the timid girl that Ino once knew. She supposed, after seeing the girl in the marketplace earlier, a difference in tone should not have been at all surprising, but it was still kind of weird to hear.



Lights flickered on, revealing a very naked, very sexually charged looking Hyuuga Hinata.



Her pale skin was perfect. Completely flawless. Her easily D, if not DD cup breasts rested perkily on her chest, drawing Ino’s eyes and jealousy. The girl’s nipples stood pert and at attention, the girl’s nether regions had been meticulously cared for and clearly showed no signs of any hair. The girl’s body looked serene, all except for the predatory smirk on her face. Going with her a classic black-and-white motif, the girl had put on black lipstick and eyeliner, as well as painting her nails in a matching fashion. Even Ino couldn’t resist being a little turned on by the woman in front of her.



As Hinata turned around, Ino got a clear look at what appeared to be a tramp-stamp on the small of her back. It was a bit odd. It almost looked… like a seal…



“You like?” Hinata asked, swaying her hips as she walked over to a table along the edge of the dark room and picked something up, walking around Ino’s back without letting her see what she had picked up. “You can have one too if you’d like,” The dark haired girl whispered sultrily into her ear. Ino tried to speak, tried to ask what was going on, but found herself unable, stopped by a gag in her mouth. The free flow of air suggested that it was an open mouth gag, not exactly the most comfortable of things.



“I would tell you that this might hurt a bit, but you’re probably more than used to it, you dirty fucking whore.”



And suddenly Ino was very aware of something pressed against her nether regions. She braced herself for the coming forced entry and was rewarded only with the feeling of hard plastic entering her snatch. It hurt, but Ino did her best to remain calm and look for a way out. A glimmer of hope came in the form of her managing a small bit of movement from her right arm. She would wait until Hinata left her unattended before she broke out. Patience was key after all.



“I just love that defiant look in your eyes,” a new voice came, as a blond girl stepped out into the light, “I simply cannot wait to stamp it out of you.”



The new girl looked a lot like… wait! Was that Naruto using that stupid fucking technique from back in the academy? What the fuck was going on? Naruto was out of the village on a mission with Sakura. Ino would’ve known if they had gotten back. For one of the biggest gossips in the village not to know that her best friend had returned from a mission just would not have happened. No, Sakura was still out of the village and that meant that so was Naruto. So who the hell was this?



She had his blonde hair and his whisker marks, she had his skin tone, but she certainly didn’t have his smile or happy disposition. A sneer adorned her face as she laughed at Ino. She wore a black leather bra and a tight pair of black leather pants and the girl was good looking, that was for sure. A polar opposite to Hinata. While Hinata had a pale, dark haired, and all around cold seeming body, this girl had Naruto’s tan skin, bright hair, and warm body. Her personality wasn’t something Ino intended to describe as “warm” though. Hot maybe, more likely devilish. Her thoughts were broken by another laugh from the girl, who was holding a senbon needle, twirling it in her fingers.



Before Ino could even consider what the girl intended to use the needle for, it was shoved violently through her right nipple, with a repeat performance on her left. A line of drool escaped her mouth as her eyes widened in pain. The process was completed when the girl slid a silver ring into each new hole, with a chain attaching the two. Piercing complete, Hinata stopped pumping into her with the toy, sliding it out of her with a wet sound and moving around to the front, where she slid the dildo into the gag and right into Ino’s mouth.



At the taste of her own juices, Ino slumped forward in defeat. Her chest was searing in pain from the piercings, she had just been raped by a toy, and she had no idea when she’d have a chance to escape, or if she even would at all. The most shameful part was that she was enjoying the humiliating aspects of it. It turned her on in all the wrong ways, and when shoved the toy into her mouth, she couldn’t help but cum. And that was when Naruko struck.



Ino had been added to her collection.