I lived in a small village with a population of maybe just a few hundred or so. Not much happened here. it was a quiet place deep in the mountains, with lots of forestry surrounding for mile on end. Not much to do here but hunt, fish, and enjoy the quite life. But none of that would be possible if it wasn't for the mighty defenders of the village and there fearsome leader Sledge.
He was a tall well built tank of a man with no fears. He has never been bested in battle. And thoughts that tried would pay with there life. It was because of Sledge and his mighty defenders that we live such a safe life, from the beast that lurked in the forest. Or so we thought.
My name was Sasha I was sledge's son. Though Nothing like him, I was a petite 4'8, some what feminine looking boy. I was supposed to take my father's place one day. But I had a long way to go to meat those expectations. I was the smallest boy in the village. And and almost as pretty as the prettiest women in the village. Which was my mother, and that probably explains my looks. I had short brown hair, wide green eyes, and flawless milky white skin. And I wanted none of it. I wanted to be more like my father so people would respect me. I wanted to be a brave soldier of battle and remembered as a legendary warrior. Who slayed beast and saved the innocent.
But those ideas felt like fantasy. My fitting skills were some of the worst in the village. Even some girls my size could best me in strength. Not to mention my muscles were nearly non existent. But all that would come in time right? I mean I the son of the strongest man in the village for God's sake. But then again I don't know if that helps or makes my shame worst.
But I won't let that keep me down. I will train harder if I have to. Find out what my true calling in life. and bring honor to my mom and dad. No matter what gets in my way. I know I am destined for something great I just know it.
It was just another quite and peacefully day in the village. Father had just got on his steed thunder. His prized war horse. Thunder was pure black and giant for a horse. He had to be for my father to ride him. Me and thunder had such a close relationship. I would always try and sneak him some snacks when my father wasn'ttraininghim for battle. Thunder always had a bad temper but he was always sogentleaground me.
My father gathered up the village defenders to go on a hunt for some kind of beast. Apparently someone spotted a bull like creatureroamingaround the forest. Even stealing food from the local formers. I seemed to put everyone in the village on edge knowing how close it gets at knight and not knowing what it is capable of. So my father put a hunting party together to track down the beast and put a stop to it before it tries to hurt a kill someone.
It was mid day and my father was gone hour's now. The day was beautiful barley any clouds in the sky making it look like a painting come to life. The village was busy with people running about doing there jobs. Today was my day off from training or learning from the local school. I had the whole day to my self. So I wandered around talking to the traders, craftsmen, and formers asking if the story's about the beast were true. They all seemed to make up different story's about the beast. About how it looks and how they came across it and how violent it was. But I barely believed any of it. But one thing they all said was the creator was a minotaur. And allminotaurare huge, hulking, ugly, monstrous beings and a constant temper of a raging bull. And to be honest that did leave me uneasy for quite a while
After a while I found myself in the market seeing what new things the traders have brought from around the world. But while I did I couldn't help but notice the stars I would get from people. I could tell some were looking at me with disgust. Because they knew I was Sledge's son and was supposed to inherit his position as the leader of the village defenders. And seeingsucha frail little thing must seem like a joke. And others seem too look with mischievous grins and perverse eyes. But I am sure it was my imagination. But they all knew not to mess with me out of fear of my father's wrath. Because even though I didn't live up to being the image of a fearsome warrior. I was still my father's precious boy. And because of that I felt more like a daughter then a son. Which one day I will change I swear.
Before I new it. I could hear the loud thump of hoof prints entering the city. It was my father and his troop. They had accomplished there mission and slayed the beast. And they brought it back as evidence of there victory. Everyone was cheering and clapping with enjoyment know once more the village was safe from harm again thanks to there fearless worries. I was so proud to be sledge's son at that moment. Shortly after there was a celebration held at the town square. Where they put the beast on fool display in the middle of the gathering. It was propped up in a chair so people could gather and examine the creator they were so afraid of. After a while letting the crowd examining the beast die down. I decided it was my churns to look upon this monster. But when I got up and close with it I noticed something.
The creature was not much bigger than a normal sized man, maybe six feet tall at most and it wasn't that hulking. I mean at least not the way people describe it. It couldn't have been much bigger than my father and not to mention that the horns on the thing weren't that menacing. Could this really be the minotaur the legends speak of. As I examined it further I realized that even though it's lower half is human, it's still completely full of fur. Pitch black furry to be more specific with a very shiny glow to it. And for something so fearsome it on had on a leather loincloth and didn't seem to have and scars from previous battles. Almost like it never fought atoll.
As I continued to examine the creature the celebration continued. People getting more drunk and having more fun. And also more distracted. I wasn't until there was a loud scream from somewhere in the city that some people were ripped from there stupor. For a second everything went quite and the music stopped. People looking around in confusion. And then a single soldier was running up to the crowd yelling something. it was hard to understand him until he was right next to the gathering villagers. And he blurted out we are under siege. But as soon as the word left his mouth a spear struck though his neck silencing him. Blood showered the people standing closet to him. And in that instant all he'll broke loose.
The crowd erupted into a panic before I could get a look the the spearman. confused and scared tried my best to get to the edge of the crowd. when I finally reached the edge I saw the reason for the panic. what stood in front of me was the most terrifying in my life. if the thing my father slayed didn't meet up to the expectations of the legends of minitours this thing surly did and more. standing seven to eight feet tall and stacked with muscles upon muscles. not to mention that this beast looked like it was dressed for war with thick iron shoulder plates, gauntlets, and boots with meatal shackles holding leather together. it had red fur with white splotches. and horns as ingeminating and big as a bulls. The strength the creator was unworldly with the way it tossed people around as if they were weightless. and must have been as powerful as the work horse we use on the farm and there is no way it could way any less.
With out even thinking for a second I turned around and ran in the other direction. as I ran down the streets of the village it become obvious that there were more of those things. every corner I would turn there were more of them. like a legion of monsters the ramped beast were destroying building and setting them ablaze all while tossing people around effortlessly. and slaughtering the solders that dared to oppose them. with my heart racing and legs shaking I turned my back and run. have to keep running!! need to keep running!! that's all I could think to keep my self moving.
fighting back the tears in my eyes became a challenge while listening and watching my own village getting attacked and seeing it burning to the ground. it become harder to see with the smoke from all the fire building up but growing up here helped Remember my surrounding. And that's when it hit me I was standing in front of the village walls gate. This entire time I was running for my own life to escape. And now that I am here no one else is I am the only one that was retreating on instinct. I was so scared so tariffed that I didn't even notice. on the other side of the gate was safety form the onslaught. Butt this was the village that raised me. my mother and father or still back there fighting for there life's and the life's of others. and here I am about to run and leave them all to fight for themselves. to scared to make up my mind tears started to stream from my face.[font=sans-serif[font=sans-serif]But luckilyor not so luckilyI/font/font[font=sans-serif[font=sans-serif]did have to make that choice. /font/font]And where do you think your going little one!!!
Behind me came a deep booming voice that froze my train of thought. When Islowly turned my head Isaw the biggestminitour yet. nine to possibly ten feet tall he was a behemothof amonster with jet black fur and no armor. Not that he needed it. He looked like he could take on a whole army with his bare hands, and from the scars Iwould guesshe has.you think you can just walk away little one. your people have a sin to atom for.with my brain scrambled from confusionand fear Icould think to my self how can he speak.hmmmmm.theminiature looked at me with a scowl leaving me treeifiedand confused. And then in a quick movementthe beast reached out and garbedme before Icould react. snort! snort! thecreature lifted me to its face with a single hand that Icouldn'teven struggleout of, and took deep breathes of my hair, and then looked me in the eyes with a evil smile if you can call it that.So your the one Ihave been looking for. How unexpected. this changes everything.The beast said with a deep chuckle. petrified by his massivestature being up close to his face, smelling the wild musk and pure testosteroneemitting from the beast left me distracted thatI didn't realis he turned around and was heading back to the town square carryingme along with him.
With loud thunderous steps the creature marched on down the burning streets of my home town. at what looked like a slow pace but because with his huge stature hecoveredmuch ground quickly. The beast entire hand was wrapped around my small waist with an iron grip. He left my hands free so I was able to struggleand pull at his massive fingers. But it was to no avail. Looking around my surroundings I was able to take in all the destruction the minitours have caused. Doors crashed open and wall in splinters. Many buildings set on fire. And a few dead body's of soldiers littered the streets. Oddlyenough I noticed there wasn't and dead civilians just the solders and there didn't seem to be enough bodies to be all the solders in the village. I could hear that the fighting had stopped. So dose that mean we lost, and if so where is everyone. So many thoughts filling my head. But the one that keep scaring me the is why was this minitour looking for me specifically. And what dose he plane on doing.
While I was hanging there in the beast grasp I was able to take in more of the minitours features. Because of his lack of armor I was able to really see all minitours scars and muscles. And dame did he have a lot. Even though he had thick pitch black fur that covered his entire body I was still make about his insanely defined abs, and unbelievable big pecks. Make him a thing you wouldn't want to see on a bad day. Besides armor he did have a few piercings one gold loop speckled with red ruby's. It seed normal sized on him nut I could probably wear it like a crown. on further showing our size difference. He had pearly white bull horns that faced forward and a pair of very vibrant amber yellow eyes that almost looked pretty if it wasn't for the best constant angry looking face. as I examed his lower body I could see he had huge hoofed feet like a bull and thighs that could crush coal into diamonds. I looked further up and so his leather loincloth cloth. A simple thing yellow in color and held together by meatal shackles and straps. But as I looked. His loincloth cloth had a middle peace that ran down to his knees. And on further inspection it looked like something was thumping in to the his loincloth from the inside. Like a creature trying to escape its cage and then an idea came to mind. but I quickly shook it away. There is no way something can be that big.
Being shaken from my daze I realized we had reach our destination. Back in the town square. And there gathered up like cattle. were the rest of the villagers and solders. Surrounded by the monsters. But the minitour holding me didn't stop there he kept going all the way to the center of the square. Right where the dead smaller one sat. He stood there for a while in silence. And as I gazed up I saw a different expression on his face. There was still anger but there was also grief. Then it clicked this wasn't just a small minitour this was a youngling. And not just any youngling but it was his son. Sasha!? A voice yelled out from behind behind me. Sasha!! The familiar voice yelled again. Put my fucking son down you unholy demon. And that apparently can't the beast action because he slowly turned around to face the man. It was my father.You call me a monster and a beast. Yet look at what sits here on full display like a trophy. My name is Gorenock. And I am king of my people. That thing you call a monster was my only son you you slayed him and celebrated the occasion. Your people pretended to be heroes and angels. And call anything that scars you a monster therefore it most be evil and most be slayed. We have watched your people for a while now and stayed out of sight and let you be. But this can not be forgiven. so you shall be punished.
Just then I fell from the best hands hitting the ground hard. When I tried siting up to get my barring's I felt something snap around my neck.I was planning on killing your son in front of you and then finishing you off. But after seeing the little thing I had a change of heart. Iam not going to kill him I'm going to make sure that when I am done with him. the image you have for you special boy is comply corrupted.I tried clawing at the thing around my neck butt to no avail. Then I caught a look of myself in a reflection on one of the minitours battle axes. It was a leather brown choker that looked like it couldn't be removed. And then suddenly it started to change shape and color becoming a bright white and thinner almost daintier also growing a gold loop that looks like something would connect to.Bring me the horse!I could hear more minitours approaching and bring something else. It was thunder.Since this is the horse you rode in to battle to slay my son I will have your son rid him and slay his dignity.If you fucking to my son I will kill all of you there will be nothing in this world that will stop me. Shut him up. One beast stuffed my fathers mouth with a cloth silencing him.Now why don't you go show your favorite horse how much you appreciate him.
Your fucking sick there is no way I would ever do anything like that I would rather die. But as soon as the words left my mouth. It was like someone else to control. Before I knew it I was on my hands and knees crawling towards thunder and shut my eyes out of fear and felt my self come to a stop and sit up.Uh that won't do I will need you to see what your loyal steed has to offer.And like that my eyes were forced open by other force. And when they opened they were greeted by the biggest cock I have ever seen in my life. It was back with splotches of pink and as long as arm his balls most have been the size of both my fist each and it was dripping a steady steam of precum with hefty plops landing on the ground. Well it looks like someone like there stallions gift. As I looked at what he was talking about I saw I was pitching a small tent in my small white shorts. No this isn't me I'm not in control and as I looked over I could see Gorenock was holding something in his hand it looked like a leash but it had a slight glow. That's it I'm being controlled buy this color. But that still didn't explain the feelings I was having.Go take your giftand on queue my and lifted and grabbed ahold of the stallions warm massive shaft. My fingers sank in to his meaty flesh and made it swayed back and forth. And apparently he liked the little attention I gave him because he was getting thicker in my hands and the stream of horse precum started to run faster.Well he seems to like you why don't you give your lover a kiss?
Lover? kiss? I never even had my first kiss yet there was no way it was going to be with the tip of oozing horse cock. But alas there was no struggle. I quickly puckered my puffy pink lips and leaning in. My mouth smooshed in to the horse cock with squelching sound. I started to kiss the tip slowly. And before I new it my tongue had sneaked out of my mouth and was licking up all the pre with loud slurping sounds.I knew he was no fighter.He is just a mare looking for fat horse cocks to breed him. All the other minitours laughed. But when your making out with a fat pulsing stallion dick it's hard to concentrate. My rhythm only seemed to increase what went from kissing and liking turned to drawing my tongue across it meaty horse shaft. And jerking wildly. After lapping up enough thick and strongly clear horse spunk to fill my mouth I took my first gulf down my throat. It sent shivers down my spine and turned my world upside down. And that eventually turned into what some might think looked like complete and utter horse cock worship. Like it was my life devotion to make sure this stallions spills its seed down my throat. I could fell the spit and horse precum gathering up around my face and dripping off my chin in to the ground with wet plops creating a muddy puddle that my knees started to sink into.
But that wasn't me I would never do something like this. I was supposed to do great things, help people. Become a great worrier and be a legend. I would have never thought that I would be on my knees between my father's loyal steed making out with his giant throbbing shaft in front of the whole village. But there was no denying that I had the most hard and painful erection in my entire life which dwarfed by the mammoth in my hands. Yet it equally was leaking sexual fluid darkening my whit shorts and running down my thick thighs and collecting in the Mud.Hm well that cant be comfortable how about we get rid of those tight shorts so you can keep enjoying yourself.Gorenock leaned in and put his huge hand on each side of my short. His thick fingers snaked there way in and griped. He pulled both hand in separate directions and ripped my pants to shreds asking me yelp like a girl and land on my cushiony butt. leaving me completely naked except for the pink shirt I had on that didn't event cover my belly button. Exposing my inferior and painfully erect cock for everyone to see dripping from the confusion of felling's.Well look at that boys! that might be the biggest set of thighs and ass I have ever seen. That tight waist doesn't help it look any smaller ether and not a strand of body hair. Like I said your no fighter. With a body like that you were only born to be a submissive slave to superior cock.All the minitours chuckled with Lust in there eyes. With the brief break I was given I looked at the royal king with pleading eyes. Being for this to stop before there is no going back.Aww is this too much for a little thing like you. But the show was just getting good. You would won't to disappoint your audience?I looked over at the gathered people and I could see them with wide eyes and agape mouths. While some of the men were also pitching tents of there own. And then I saw my father he still had fire in his eyes. A fire burning for vengeance. And then I looked back at Gorenock and kept giving him those eyes while stuttering with tears flowing and spit and pre dripping from my face .pleas. No more.And disappoint your father like that. if your not good at the one thing you were born to do then what or you even good for little mare?
Out of nowhere there was a loud whiney and the horse started to buck hard in to my hands.well I think yall put on a pretty good show I think its time you finished your boyfriend off and give the crowd there grand finally.Gorenock said to me with a devilish smile and his ambers eyes seemingly burning into my very soul. my head following his orders went right back to work but with more vigor. with the stallion thrusting forward I kept my mouth on his side to keep from impelled and with the added lube our four play my hands glided on the ever growing shaft with lighting speed emitting the most intense wet sloppy fapping sounds. as much as I didn't wants this for some reason I was near my edge with out even touching my self. it was so intense I was going cross-eyed my breathing become ragged and my eyelids were setting in a sultry way. the horse yelled out aging but pulled back so the it could pout its bobbing cocking in my face. with one more shout from my lover he blew his massive load straight into my face with massive torrent's that made be feel like a was taking a shower in a warm sludge. it splashed on my face spilling down, drenching my shirt and even soaking my hair. with my mouth hanging open I even caught his load in my mouth coating my tongue in his thick and slimy love and took a deep and saver gulp as it slid down my throat. your lover is giving you a gift, you shouldn't let it spoil by falling on the ground. drink all of your masters seed. and then like my brain went to mush my body lunged forward. with my mouth wide open and pushing against thunders massive cock. and the aid of him pushing back and the lube from his first load, helped the flared head slid past my puffy lips with a loud pop! the sensation of having such a big peace of meat in my mouth and an animal thrusting for it to go further determined to breed his mare. and breed he did. with another hot rope of horse jizz but this time with nowhere to go but down. he blasted another warm load, the pressure hitting me in the back of the throat. and with that I couldn't take it any more. with my eyes rolling backwards in my head and hands jerking so hard to milk the horse for all its got. I orgasmed the biggest organism in my life with every time the horse cum I would cum in response. My mind was going blank, the pure bliss and pleasurer was to much for my weak body. with thunder depositing his seed down my belly, and me shooting into the the muddy puddle bellow. it went on like this for a few more seconds till finale thunder had enough and pulled himself from my mouth with a wet plop leaving strings of spit and cum connecting cock to mouth being the evidence of what just transpired. exhausted, weak, and a stomach full of horse cum I was on the verge of passing out.hahaha! now that was a show. for an animal your horse lasted pretty long you should be proud you raised a steed with such good stamina.I glance around and saw my reflection and but this time barley able to make out it was me. I looked like some filthy slut who let an entire town bather her in there cum. Upon that that I had another organism blowing another load before passing out face first into the mix fluids of mud and stayed there as the world faded away.
Oh little mare I have big plans for you.
Infinite mind numbing darkness had swallowed me. Flashes of depraved acts and scenarios flood my dreams. But that's all they were, dreams wright? My eyes slowly opening to a blinding lite and a felling of motion. Groggy from my deep sleep and intense dreams I tried my best to gather my surroundings. Everything was blurry at first but I slowly adjusted and took in the world. I could tell I was outside. looking up I saw tall tree tops with the sun shooting beaming rays of light through leaves and branches. I realized I was moving on something possibly a horses back. And I could hear things stomping along. Also I could smell something super musky. Not unpleasant though, it had almost a sweet aroma to it. As I inhaled the intoxicating scent, I started to relies that it was coming from me. Something about the smell was familiar but what. Wait!? Being shaken from waking haze, I remembered everything.
I quickly sat up with my traumatic memories coming back to me. Panicking with wide eyes, I quickly looked around to see what kind of trouble I was in. The first thing I noticed was that I was right I was on a horse back. It was thunder, he was carrying me. The entire time I was asleep on his back. And the I noticed my surroundings. I was in the woods. But this was unlike the one at my village the trees here were massive and reach to the sky. The had moss and vines groning on them, with an assortment of flowers blooming with colors that seemed to glow. It was all undeniably beautiful and breath taking. But there was something that kept me from being able to enjoy the scenery. And that something was large brigade of savage minotaur marching on each side of me.
With the thoughts of last night, and the horrible things they made me do. I knew I had to escape. Seeing that thunder was being pulled by one of the beast with a rope I couldn't use him to escape. Without another thought I shoved myself off of thunder. and leapt to the ground. Loosing my footing I feel to my ample bottom. Only just realizing that I had no pants, and was completely bare except for my pink crop top and some cheap leather shoes. But I couldn't stop, I had to escape. I rose to my feet again ignore my sore bum. I locked eyes on a opening in the trees with plenty of shrubbery to cover my escape I started in to a made sprint. Running with all my strength freedom was in nearly in sight. With only a few more steps to go. One! Two! Three! Almost and. Ack!!!... A crush felling on my throat pulls my head back and my feet go flying forward. I slam in the ground beneath me, the tall grass breaking most of my fall.
"Oh so it seems you finally got enough beauty rest my little mare? But we're did you plane on going?"
A familiar booming voice shacks my soul and sends shivers down my back. For the third time in less than a hour I stood back up, facing away from the voice. because there we're two thing realized. One I knew that that voice belonged to the ever imposing king Gorenock and his soul piercing eyes. And second is the reason I fell is because he put that dame magic collar on me. And he can control all my actions with a leash. Which he must have attached to the collar while I was passed out. I slowly turned around to face him. expecting him to have that evil grin, but to my surprise he had more of a serious face, almost blank. Though his presence was still intense as ever. In hand he had the leash that kept me from my escape.
"Please I didn't do any thing. Why did you capture me. You disgraced me in front of my whole village for my father's actions. Why won't you let me go."
I said in a cracking voice on the edge of tears.
Capture? No little one I did not Capture you. I can not capture what is already mine. Like I told your foolish father. He took my son so I will take his. But luckily for you. I don't plan on killing you. I got much bigger plans for you. You will see. But to start you must first become one with us minotaur, weather you like it or not. But by the display from last night I think you will like it very much.
Gorenock said with a growing smile. But it quickly vanished as he looked me up and down inspecting my appearance with a growing pitying looking.
"But for now you need to clean up. I'm sure you most be dying for a bath my little mare?"
I just realized that I was still covered from head to toe with Thunders seed. And even though I hated to agree with him. he was right I would love to wash off. Also maybe I could find a way to get away if I cooperate and listen for now. So swallowing my shame I looked up at Gorenock, nodded.
"Yes I actually would love to get clean."
I stammered out the words.
"Well good. There is a waterfall that poors into a small pond nearby. It is actually a beautiful place I think you will like. But we will have to go a little further. Now get on your horse so we can get there faster. And don't give me any more trouble. I know your scared of us. But we aren't the ones you should be afraid of. There are far worst things in this forest that would think twice to rip you to shreds."
Those words made me very uneasy. Things worse than these monsters? He had to be just trying to keep me from trying to escape again. Which he had another thing coming if he thought I would give up that easy. But there was a weird feeling the forest gave off. Even though it looked peaceful and quite. It almost felt alive, like we were being watched and followed by an unseen presence. The thought left me with goosebumps.
Not trying to anger any of the minotaur I hung my head in shame and defeat and walked back to thunder. I struggled to mount him with my short size. but managed to get on him with minimal embarrassment. Being on the animal that I pleasured in from of all these beast the night before, left me red with embarrassment. Not wanting to think about it. I tried to put my thoughts on other things. but it proved to be a hard task with Thunder's potent baby batter covering my whole body and abusing my nose with its superior masculine scent. But I wasn't being controlled at the moment, and there was no way I would ever want an reenactment of our little romance.
With fear in my gut, I had no choice but to have Thunder lead by one of the minotaur as they brought me along to there destination. We walked for a few more miles in unfamiliar land. To me this whole thing seemed like it was a bad dream . He'll only yesterday I thought minotaur were just merely made up. And just like that I'm one of there prisoners, with a future unclear of what they have in store for me. Taking in my new environment did prove some type of distraction. Being the none adventurous type I rarely went far into my villages woods. But even when I did it looked nothing like this. This whole place seemed like an alien world to me. I'm not sure how far they had brought me from the village. But at this point I doubt I had any chance finding my way back now. I was in this type of thought for a little longer till I could unmistakably hear the sound of crashing water.
A few more seconds and passing a couple more trees, a decent sized water fall came into view. It was pouring into a small pond that broke of in to a river. The site was breath taking. Lush bush's surrounding the pond with the waterfall braking on big smooth Boulder sized rocks underneath. And the water was Cristal clear except for a tint of blue. And the sun hitting it all just right making the whole seen glow and sparkle with a slice rainbow in the mist of the water. I didn't know there could be so much beauty in one place.
Being distracted by the scene, I didn't even realize everyone had come to a halt. Snapping out of my admiration for it all, I saw Gorenock reach for me and grab me by my sides, picking me up off of Thunder and placing me on the ground with surprisingly gentle care.
It was a normal day in the village. Well, more normal than what they were used to. There hasn't been an invasion in years, and everything seems calm. All the head ninjas have been trying their best to keep sharp, just in case any danger pops up. Daily sparring became bothersome and boring over the months, and everyone was searching for something to do. Including Sakura herself. She knew exactly what she wanted to do with her time, there was no doubt in her mind. Sakura hasn't been able to get over the festering lust she felt for Naruto, but she knew she could never have her to herself. Her attention slowly began to turn to Boruto, who after his 18th birthday, started to resemble a splitting image of his father. Sakura often fanaticized about overpowering Boruto, asserting her dominance over the young nigga who just stepped into adult hood. She wanted to be his first, an unforgettable first. "Oh, how wonderful he would look dressed like the prettiest little princess," she said to herself while she giggled. "And I know just the jutsu to make this all perfect, I knew this summoning cock scroll that orchimaru gave me would've come in handy". She performed the hand signs as instructed in the scroll and after the smoke cleared, the beauty of her cock was there for anyone who was peaking to see. Glistening and veiny, glorious and huge. Now to set a plan in motion to lure Boruto to her quarters. She salivated at the thought of penetrating him, but she had to be patient.
With the knowledge of most of the ninjas in the village starved of action, Sakura decided to manufacture a quest, specially made for Boruto. It stated that he had to break into an abandon village, located north of the leaf, and disguise himself as one of female servants of the thugs they're trying to apprehend. It didn't explain what the thugs did or why it was urgent, but this was just enough to set Boruto on his. He arrived at the village, which resembled a ghost town, with a stench comparable to that of Hade's asshole. "Smells like shit, but it's better than not doing shit back at the village," mumbled Boruto as he made his way to the supposed main house which had the hideout. He surveyed the area and noticed that there was a lack of security and activity. "Strange, seems like no one's home". Boruto bolted towards the hideout after noting that there wasn't any immediate threat nearby. "What's this?" he said with surprise. "The door is ... open?". He slowly opened the door and what he saw inside was the complete upset of the dead wasteland outside was. There were chairs and tables set up which suggested an important meeting was gonna take place. Boruto quickly remembered that he was supposed to be dressed as one of the servants and figured that he got here earlier before anyone, or someone came before and left and might be back. Either way, he was under the assumption that no one was aware of his presence. How very wrong he was.
He quickly searched for the servant outfit to get changed into. Taking a look at it, it disgusted him, but slightly turned him on. "I'm gonna look like a little sissy bitch in this," he said to himself. His thoughts were interrupted by footsteps outside. "That must be them!" he said. Without a thought, he ran to the bathroom with the outfit, hoping to get changed in time. A few minutes passed then he decided to leave the bathroom, fully clothed in a maid outfit made for a woman 3 times smaller than him. His demeanor didn't mimic that of someone who was disgusted though, he actually liked it. He was confused as to why he even liked it, but before he could even give it a thought, he looked up to see Sakura, naked on a bed in front of him. Her legs were spread wide up, with her magnificent, pulsating cock protruding in between. Boruto was shocked into disbelief, but he was also incredible aroused. He had no idea what he was witnessing, however, he did not want to question it because his body wanted it.
"On your knees, crawl to me," Sakura said in a demanding voice. As if by magic, Boruto was compelled to his knees and crawled forward to Sakura, like a helpless pup limping to his mother. "What I'm about to do to you, you're going to enjoy it and you're not going to tell anyone," she said. "Yes, mistress," Boruto replied. His face was so close to her cock, he could feel the incredible heat that it generated. It was a battle to hold back his eagerness, but he had to obey his mistress, even though slobbing on the tip was very tempting. Sakura looked him in the eyes, then gave the go ahead, but as he opened his mouth, Sakura started fucking it violently. Boruto was overwhelmed by the girth and how hot and heavy her cock was, he thought he was ready, but it was obvious that he bit off more than he can chew. Sakura was enjoying that Boruto was gagging and struggling to handle her femcock, it gave her such an adrenaline to have such power over a ninja that supposed to be the son of one the most powerful. This fueled her to completely degrade boruto. She picked him up and tore his garments off, exposing his cock, even though far less impressive than hers. It was still admirable in her eyes; it matched out weak she sees him as. In her mind he's nothing but a little princess that deserves to be fucked. "Bend over, I want to see if all great ninjas have masterful endurance," she said. Without hesitation, Boruto bent over, exposing his fresh, untouched man pussy. "This might be a tight fit," she said. That was an understatement. Boruto has never been fucked before, so his asshole was as tight as they come back, but all the spit from getting his throat fucked made for good enough lube. Sakura wasn't in the mood to be gentle. Fuckputting the tip in, she gripped both his cheeks and thrusted as hard as she could, sending her femcock deep into his forbidden hole. Boruto let out a scream so loud, the pervy sage shivered in his grave. "Scream for me bitch, SCREAM!" shouted Sakura as she pounded Boruto's tight little man pussy relentlessly. With every stroke, shefelt the edge of ecstacy and she didn't want to end. Boruto wasn't fighting back, and all his screams of pain slowly turned into shouts of enjoyment. "Fuck me mommy!" he yelled. Sakura fucked him for hours relentlessly, making Boruto cum until he was unresponsive. She didn't care as his also was still wet, gushy and warm.
"I think- i think I'm gonna cum," said while grabbing his cheeks and spreading them wider. She pounded even harder and harder as she got close to climaxing. Boruto's eyes lit up as he started to feel his colon fill with the nectar from humongous cock that's been stretching him beyond recognition. Sakura made one last deep thrust,releasing everything into Boruto's asshole. The cock disappeared after busting such a hug nut, which underdoes the summoning. Sakura wasn't satisfied, nowhere nearby.
"I'm calling Orichimaru for another scroll that lasts longer, you stay here," she said as she ran off. Staying there was his only choice, Boruto was fucked into submission and was in a state of near comatose, waiting for his next round.
Days passed since that lustful encounter, and Sakura was itching for more. The sounds of Boruto whimpering as he experienced every inch of her cock was cemented in her thoughts. She will never forget how moist his asshole felt, the texture was indescribable, and she desired more. It would take some time to fulfill her wish though, she was informed by Orichimaru that each scroll actually takes some time to prepare and because of the peak euphoria experienced during the orgasm, it's not a scroll or technique to be used frequently. He warned that constant use would result of total burnout and there would be no enjoyment for the user, wasting one's time with even using it in the first place. "How long until ones ready?" asked Sakura. "Until around Valentine's Day, what are you doing with them anyways? You never seemed interested the first time I gave you one? Did someone find a new kink?", Orichimaru said while hissing. "NONE OF YOUR BUSINESS," snarled an embarrassed Sakura, "Just- let me know when it's ready."
"I already said Valentine's Day, weren't you listening? Well, you might as well be on your way until it's ready if you aren't gonna tell why you need it so badly. Oh, and say hi to Sasuke for me," said Orichimaru as he escorted Sakura out.
Boruto had no idea what to think of himself. He was still in disbelief. He felt so violated but at the same time, he liked it. No, he loved it, he wanted more, he yearned for more. The very essence of an older woman stuffing him to the brim with her cock made his mouth water. He could still remember the taste of who he now consider's his mommy. The sweet savory taste of mommy's meaty cock drove him wild and thinking about it made him foam at the mouth like a hungry, rabid, animal. Lusting for the flesh of it's master, fiending for just another taste. He would rather spend his life with his new futa sugar-mommy, that's his only wish. He loved that the pounding made him limp, it gave him great pride. He would gladly wear mommy's cum on his forehead like a badge of honor, give to the bravest soldiers. He thought he was mommy's strongest soldier, for the pounding he took and that made him anxious for more. "Should I go to her? Or will she come back? It's been days and she hasn't said a word to me, I feel helpless," Boruto thought to himself. He already knew what he wanted to do for Valentine's Day, his heart spoke louder than any shout a warrior could cry. Little did he know, Sakura was about to give him hope that there was something to look forward to.
"Give this to Boruto, don't open it and make sure only he does, " Sakura instructed as she handed over a sealed envelope to masked messenger ninja. "Yes miss, you can count on me!" exclaimed the eager servant. And of he went, with a message in tow for young Boruto, the message that Boruto was waiting for. He was asleep when the messenger got there, passed out from a day's worth of training. After noticing that Boruto wasn't awake, the messenger silently made his way into his house, looking for the best spot to leave the note, just to make sure that he didn't miss it. "This place is filthy, you'd think the Hokage's son would know how to clean up his own, truly pathetic if you ask me." The messenger rested the envelope next to a boul of unfinished ramen. He thought it was the perfect place because Boruto was bound to go back to that bowl when he woke up. He left as he came, without a noise or trace.
Bourto woke up a few hours later, still a bit jaded from the meaningless training he did for the day. His mind was still unable to focus, the urge to be held by Sakura overwhelmed any other emotion he may have felt at the time. He lazily got up out of his bed and dragged himself to the table, "There's probably still food from earlier toda- wait what's this?" Still half asleep, Boruto noticed the envelope next to his bowl. In his dazed state, he was able to pick up the letter and open it. His eyes widened with bliss and happiness. The dopamine rush he got when he realized that the letter was from Sakura was incomparable. He felt as if the universe answered his prayers, that his needs were about to be fulfilled. It took him a few minutes to snap out of the daydream-like state in order to read the contents of the letter. He composed himself and slowly read the letter.
"From Sakura-
Dear Boruto, how's my little princess? I can't forget our last encounter, how good it felt to be in control, how much you squirmed with every inch. I enjoyed myself and I hope you did too. I know that you want more like the dirty little pig you are, and I shall give you just that, you were such a good boy the last time, you deserve a reward. Meet me at the same house as last time on Valentines Day. Don't wear any underwear and I hope you don't have a fear of being bound and held against your will. Don't be late or you will pay dearly. Now be a good little princess and go get yourself ready for another round."
He was ecstatic and could barely contain himself. His man pussy began to get wet at the thought of having Sakura's cock fill him up again. "I've never felt this way before, I don't understand but I won't question it. I want Sakura inside of me," he said as goosebumps ran down his spine at the very thought of Sakura's touch. He couldn't wait to do it again. The anticipation was killing him. So much so, he wishes that he could forward time and avoid the wait, if only he could have it now instead of later. His body yearned for it and every second that passed struck like a kunai straight to the heart. No matter what he did or how badly he wanted it, he still had to wait. The cruel hands of time had him locked in trance, waiting for one last moment of ecstasy.
The day finally came and Boruto was there as quick as a flash. He didn't even bother to eat that day, he only wanted one thing to fill him. Sakura's succulent mommy cock. It was the only thing that could end his hunger. He could remember how big it was, how intimidating the veins were, and how chiseled the shaft. He prepared an outfit even more outrageous than the one before. The last time, he was a maid eager to serve his mistress, but this time? He fashioned a dress identical to the one Sakura donned in her youth on her many missions and escapades. "She'll love it!" he thought to himself. An ode to her greatness was the inspiration behind the outfit, handmade by Boruto himself, the amount of care and detail he put into it was astonishing. The mere beauty of the outfit was begging to be covered with filth. His excitement was slowly being conflicted by patience once again. Sakura wasn't yet and the door was closed. Maybe he was too early or maybe she was a no show. He was eager to get loosened out and was impatiently waiting for Sakura to arrive. His body was burning with desire, and he could barely contain himself. Every second felt like an eternity. He wanted Sakura inside of him again, and the anticipation was killing him. He tried to distract himself, but nothing could take his mind off of what he wanted. The silence was damning, and the wait was torture.
"Hey, you're here early. Someone's excited," said Sakura as she gingerly walked past Boruto towards the door.
"Sakura! You're here, I thought you weren't going to show up?" yelped Boruto like a useless pup.
"Why wouldn't I? I was the one who sent the letter to lure you here the second time and I was the one who lured you here the first time. You don't use your brain a lot do you? Just like your father."
Sakura slightly opened the door and a pink mist hissed out through the crack. The aroma was that of the most expensive perfumes and potions of lust. "Get inside," she ordered. As if compelled by the word of God, Boruto walked eagerly inside, never giving it a second guess or thought. The mist wasn't thick and only left a slight haze in the room, he was able to properly make out his surroundings. What he saw excited him even more. The room was built like a torture chamber of some sort but for desires of the sinful kind. There were toys laden on the wall and leather outfits on mannequins, showing the viewer how much of a beautiful whore they'd look like if they dared to try anything on. The source of the pink mist seemed to come from magical candles, lit all over the room, with its purpose slowly becoming known. The fog was making Boruto weak in the knees and his asshole was starting to pulsate viciously.
There was a large bed in the room, with handcuffs on all four corners. The purpose of this bed was obvious, to restrain its victim so they wouldn't be able to run from whatever punishment they had coming to them. Boruto's weakened state led him to seek refuge in the bed, the powers of the mist were too strong for him. Of course, it was the candles that were made by Orichimaru himself. Sakura decided to get more than a cock summoning scroll from him, the candles were chakra infused along with the essence of the finest flowers across the leaf. This mixture renders its victim helpless if ever inhaled. Sakura did not need this though, because Boruto was there for the same thing she was, but maybe she did it because she got a sick kick out of it. Seeing him helpless triggered something in her, he was in the bed, unable to move and eager to be penetrated. She has captured her willing prey and now she is going to have fun with him. "Wait," he said. "I brought something to wear, but I can't move, would you change me into the outfit?".
Sakura wasn't that eager to oblige, but she then realized there was another chance at a moment of dominance. Like a helpless child, she was going to dress the Son of the Hokage in an outfit that he brought to be defiled in. This very thought turned her on even more. She searched for the outfit in his bag and when she got a proper look at it, she was amused. Amazed even. "This is what you really want to wear? It looks identical to what I used to wear back in the day, how did you even get the design for these? And the material? Who made this?" she asked. "Me, I made it just for you."
"Impressive," she said, "Now let's get you into this."
Like her own child, she began to dress him in the outfit, while cuffing him to the bed. It was time. She took out the scroll, just as she did before. After completing the hand signs, an enormous cock, bigger than the one before manifested right before Sakura. Its shire glory was something to behold, but now wasn't the time to admire her tool for it was time for Boruto to be taught a lesson. A lesson in pain and pleasure. It was time for him to receive his first true taste of submission. Boruto was hand cuffed in doggy, with his hole exposed, dripping and waiting to be entered. She couldn't help but admire how pink it was as she slowly slid her fingers inside. He whimpered at the warm touch of his mommy's hand. He moaned with glee, as she started to go faster and faster. Sakura couldn't help herself but to have a taste of his asshole. She licked the rim of his honey pot and Boruto reacted by clenching his sphincter. She spat into his hole, tongue fucking it like it contained her favorite food. Her saliva was making his asshole really slippery, and it felt almost time for her cock, but she wanted to feast some more. She buried her face deep between his cheeks, pushing her tongue further into his anus. The feeling of a tongue in his ass felt amazing but his expressions got wilder as Sakura started to spread his hole, preparing him for the tip of her cock. Oddly enough, this time she was gently, slowly inserting the tip. He flinched and gripped and sheets, this encouraged Sakura to go deeper. An evil grin spread across her face; the urge she felt the last time began to arise again. The urge to pound Boruto into oblivion, and oh did she respond to this urge. She sank her nails into his butt cheeks and started to pound him deep with no mercy. Unlike the first encounter, Boruto was more than prepared to be destroyed. He set himself for the monumental backshots that were coming his way, with his man pussy gushing with excitement, he was ready. She went balls deep with with one lunge, then stopped. She lit him experience the full length for a moment, give him a taste of what's to come. She retracted herself from his colon and repeated the motion at steady pace, with every gut bursting thrust, Boruto yelled like a wounded dog seeking refuge from a storm.
"We're just getting started," Sakura declared as she fucked Boruto harder and harder. "This cock is bigger than the last one, more girth, more length, you're taking 14 inches like a good little princess!" Sakura was going wild and Boruto was loving every single minute of it, he didn't want her to hold back, he deserved it and he wanted more. "I think it's time for you to taste your filth," Sakura said as she took her cock out of his ass. "Open your mouth," commanded Sakura. And of course, Boruto obeyed. It could barely fit, the girth alone felt like it was breaking his jaw. He opened and wide as he could, using his saliva to lubricate the tip. Sakura held his head and started to fuck his mouth, with only half of her full-length going in. She wanted to get it nice and sloppy before pushing it further down into his throat. After it was sloppy enough, she forced her massive horse cock down his throat. His throat was as tight as his asshole. She liked the feeling of her cock being choked as she fucked his face, and she knew he loved it too judging by the way he was moaning and gasping for air. She pushed further and further down until she was balls-deep in his throat, fucking him hard and making him gag. She loved it when he was struggling to breathe, and she knew he got off on it too. She came quick and hard, flooding his throat with her cum and making him choke on it. He loved it, and she loved having such power over someone meant to be so powerful.
"I'm not done yet," she said. She uncuffed the cum filled Boruto and pulled out a chair. She sat in the chair and ordered him to sit on her massive cock. "This scroll has another round in it," she said while smiling "Now sit!". And so, he did. He crawled towards her like a tamed mutt and straddled himself on her cock. Due to the stretching before, he was almost used to taking the full size, but not from that position. At first, he started slowly, but then he got into it. Bouncing up and down as Sakura's cock forced its way into his ass. He slowly picked up the pace, as he wanted it more and more. Sakura was surprised but didn't stop Boruto, it felt too good. She grabbed his waist and began to synchronize her thrusts with his bouncing movements. He responded to this by bouncing aggressively and biting Sakura. He rode her hard and fast, their bodies slapping together in a sweaty, blissful mess. At this point, Boruto had already came quite a number of times and was only continuing for the enjoyment of his mommy. She was almost at the edge of ecstasy when she picked up Boruto and threw him down to the floor and started to fuck him in missionary. Her eyes widened as she achieved climax, releasing every last drip into his man cave, both collapsing in satisfaction and exhaustion. This was only the beginning of many other encounters, as from now on, Boruto no longer wanted girls his age, only his futa sugar-mommy Sakura, could make him happy.