(Credit : Evilfuzzy9)
It was the day of Naruto Uzumaki's wedding, and nearly the whole of Konoha was abuzz with excitement. It was expected to be a grand occasion, where the Lord Hokage and hero of the village would be bound in honorable matrimony to the heiress of the most prestigious surviving ninja clan in the Hidden Leaf. Only a few hours remained before the ceremony itself, and the people of Konoha were atwitter with anticipation.
And as with the citizens who knew of Naruto and Hinata only as war heroes, remote and magnificent, even more so was it with the pair's friends and colleagues who knew them well. Tsunade was among the people happiest to see Naruto set to be wedded to a fine young lady like Hinata, and she looked forward to the ceremony—and even more to the afterparty! That boy had come far from the yapping little twerp she had once dismissed as a naïve wannabe, and Tsunade was proud of the man Naruto had become.
Honestly, if she were ten… twenty… thirty years younger, Tsunade might have almost been tempted to try and snag Naruto for herself. He had become that fine of a specimen! But she wasn't about to go robbing cradles, and she had no interest in getting between a nice girl like Hinata and the love of her life. She just wanted to support the two of them in their happiness and see them live the dream that she was never able to, and to be there to witness the most important day of their lives.
And if she was going to do that, then of course she wanted to look her best. So, Tsunade hummed to herself as she examined her face in the bathroom mirror, debating whether she had put on enough makeup. She didn't want to overdo it, but she also wanted to look good for the occasion. Part of it was mere vanity, and part of it was about putting in the effort to show how much she cared, and maybe just a smallest part of it was a hope that she would get drunk at the afterparty and score herself a nice hookup. Not that this was her PRIORITY, but she was sure that by the end of the night she would be feeling pretty damn lonely, no matter how happy she was for the young couple.
This was the least important of Tsunade's motives for putting this much time into her makeup before the big event, of course, and it was barely even a conscious consideration. But it was still there somewhere in the back of her mind when a knock came from the bathroom door…
"Are you still in there?" Tsunade heard Sakura's voice. "I hope you're almost done. It's almost time, and we still need to get into our dresses."
"That's true…" Tsunade said. She looked into the mirror one more time, before glancing at the clock. "Yeah. I guess I'm done."
With a soft tut, Tsunade tucked away her makeup bag, then straightened up. Turning from the mirror above the bathroom sink, she headed for the door. She still wasn't completely satisfied with the job she had done, but it ought to be good enough.
And the most important thing was being there to show her support, anyway.
So, Tsunade opened the bathroom door and stepped out into the hallway.
The moment she did, a fist slammed into her stomach. It was a powerful blow, enough to catch even the Lady Fifth Hokage off guard, and enough to make her bend double. Stars flashed in her eyes, blinding her to her assailant, and several voices rose from all around.
"Get her! NOW!"
Tsunade started to stand up, and her vision was beginning to clear enough for her to make out a splotch of pink, and two familiar emerald eyes. But then a blindfold was forced over her eyes, and she felt several hands grabbing her. Fingers jabbed into the blonde's sides like acupuncture needles, and she recognized the telltale chakra disruption of Gentle Fist strikes. The hands grabbing Tsunade now felt far stronger compared to herself, and she gasped as they forced her down onto the ground.
"Argh!" Tsunade exclaimed. "Who dares…?!"
Tsunade tried to struggle, but her chakra had been scrambled. She could barely move, and she was currently powerless to resist her assailants.
"Hurry!" another voice hissed. It sounded familiar, but Tsunade was too frazzled to place it. "Hold her down so I can apply the seal before she recovers."
Tsunade was pinned to the floor. She tried to kick, but there was only an ordinary strength behind her legs, and her captors were easily able to hold them down. She tried to punch and flail her arms, but she didn't even get a chance before her wrists were seized and bound behind her back. And she tried to spit and curse at her assailants, but a rag was stuffed into her mouth, silencing her.
Next, she felt someone straddling her. It was a slender body—a woman's body. And it occurred to Tsunade that the voices she heard around her were likewise all women's voices. But she didn't have time to ponder the significance of this before she felt something sticky pressed to her forehead, right over her Byakugou no In, before a tingling sensation began spreading from the site of her seal. An ofuda talisman had been placed on top of her seal, and Tsunade could feel an interfering fuuinjutsu being activated.
Tsunade's chakra circulatory network had just been starting to recover, and she had felt the strength returning to her limbs. But now everything went haywire, and her body and her chakra were beginning to change…
She could not see what was happening to her, but she could feel it. Her transformation technique was being modified, and her very body was changing. It was not a mere illusion, as with her vain glamor, but a physical restructuring and rejuvenation. She could feel long familiar aches fading away, the stiffness of her joints vanishing while her body felt lighter and limberer than it had since she was in her twenties. It was like age itself was being reversed, and she was being turned back into a young woman.
Under other circumstances, Tsunade would have been delighted to experience such a transformation. But given the context of how she had been jumped and blindfolded by these girls, and how along with the aches and weariness of age she could also feel her reserves of chakra vanishing, Tsunade feared that this was no benevolent act. It felt like youth was being returned to her, but all her strength was being taken away in exchange. A Faustian bargain to which she had never consented was reducing her to little more than an untrained civilian.
She felt weaker than she had ever been in her life—weaker than she could ever remember. Even as a child, she had been a well-trained kunoichi with formidable chakra control, able to go toe-to-toe with many adults. But now, it felt like she had lost nearly all of that. She was powerless, and this fact absolutely terrified her.
What on earth was happening? Why were these people…?
Tsunade was terrified, and she was almost delirious from this fear. It was like nothing else she had ever felt in all her years.
And there was nothing she could do about it.
"There…" Tsunade heard the voice of the woman straddling her, and she felt sick when she recognized it. "She's in just the right shape now. All that's left is to wrap up the present." Tsunade could hear a frightful satisfaction in this voice, and she wanted to spit out her gag and ask why. But she was helpless to rebuke the woman, and all she could do was lie there beneath her protégé, beneath a practically purring Sakura Haruno, as the pinkette slyly whispered. "After all, we want to give Lord Hokage and his lovely wife the PERFECT wedding gift"
Tsunade wanted to scream, but all that came out was a muffled whimper. Then she felt the hands grab her again and start to tie her up, while Sakura giggled and began chatting with the other girls.
It felt like Tsunade had lost her mind, or like these girls had lost THEIR minds. It was either that, or this had to be a nightmare. It was too absurd to possibly be real.
But no matter how many times Tsunade told herself this, she was unable to wake up.
No matter how she tried to convince herself, this was absolutely real.
Naruto was on cloud nine as he made his way to the bridal suite. His head was pleasantly buzzing, and the sight of his blushing bride beside him was like a dream come true. This day had been coming for months, and they had spent so long preparing that now that it was finally here, he almost couldn't believe it. Arm in arm with Hinata, the blonde was beaming like the sun, and he gazed at his girlfriend—no, his wife—with ravishing eyes, eager to consummate their union.
But he was also thinking of comments that had been bandied about during the afterparty, recalling knowing smiles shared by several of their friends. Numerous mentions had been made of a "special gift", and even after he and Hinata had opened all the other wedding gifts, it had still been insisted that something more remained. His former teammate Sakura and his new sister-in-law Hanabi had been especially coy, and they had made a point of telling Hinata to make sure to enjoy it.
"We went to a lot of trouble getting our special gift ready for you two," Sakura had said, grinning roguishly at Hinata. "So don't be shy!"
"Yeah. I don't wanna hear that you let it go to waste!" added Hanabi, playfully jabbing Naruto in the chest. "That present was a real pain in the ass to get wrapped up and ready for you two, so you'd better get lots of use out of it."
"Oh, we will," Hinata had answered the two of them with a giggle. "I'll make sure Naruto enjoys it. He deserves nothing less, after all…"
She had then nuzzled her groom, resting her cheek on his shoulder and gazing up at him with a quiet passion. And Hinata was once more gazing at Naruto lovingly as they came to the threshold of their honeymoon suite, languidly and expectantly caressing her husband. She seemed to be delighting simply in his presence, basking in his warmth and relishing the mere fact that they were now married.
Naruto felt his loins stir at the press of Hinata's body to his, bountiful breasts squeezing to his side and wide hips inviting his imagination to go wild. They were married now, and anything he dreamed of doing with that beautiful body would be entirely his right—and with the way Hinata was stroking him and smiling, it was clear that it would equally be her pleasure. Grinning a tiniest bit wider and snaking an arm around his bride's waist, Naruto stopped before the door.
"So… what WAS all that stuff everyone was saying about a special gift?" he asked. There were several possibilities that came to mind, from an all-expenses-paid trip to an onsen, to a cask of expensive wine, to kinky toys for the bedroom. Any number of things seemed possible, especially while he was riding this high. "You seemed to know what they were talking about."
"I do," Hinata replied, brushing a hand through her hair. "They asked me beforehand to see if I would be okay with it, and I told them that I would." Her lips curved subtly further upward while they drifted close to Naruto's neck. "You deserve nothing less."
"You're making this sound pretty good, whatever it is…" Naruto remarked, his hand drifting down to Hinata's backside. Once, he had been shy to rest his hand thereupon, and it had been with his pulse pounding and his nerves athrill that he had first cupped and squeezed those shapely cheeks. But he had long since accustomed himself to holding Hinata, and he felt bolder now than ever with the buzz of wine and the knowledge of their union. "But I'm sure that whatever it is, it can't be any more wonderful than my beautiful wife."
Hinata giggled, her cheeks delightfully rosy as she reached for the doorknob.
"Oh, Naruto… You're such a sweetheart. But I do hope you'll like it, though!" she said, opening the door. "After all, with the lengths everyone went to just to decide on what kind of gift would be good enough for you, and with all the effort they put into preparing this, it would be a shame for it to go to waste."
The door latched shut behind Naruto and Hinata. It was nearly pitch black in the room, and Naruto couldn't make anything out at first. He could sense his wife's chakra beside him, and he could feel her arm in his, but otherwise he was blind and oblivious. All he could hear was a soft titter from Hinata, and the whisper of her feet on the floor as she pulled apart from him and stepped into the darkness.
A moment later, a switch clicked, and the room was flooded with light. Momentarily, Naruto was dazzled, and he spent seconds blinking the stars out of his eyes. But gradually his vision adjusted, and soon enough he could make out the contents of the room. There was a floor length mirror along one wall facing the bed, and there was a nightstand set with an unopened bottle of wine, and a dresser atop which sat various scented candles waiting to be lit. The décor was lavish, yet not so much so that Naruto felt out of place. It was a finely furnished room, but none of its contents were so far out there that it gave the blonde pause.
Not but for one single thing, which he saw when he turned his eyes at last to the bed where he and his wife would be consummating their union. And once he saw it, he forgot about everything else…
A naked woman was tied up on the bed, a shibari of scarlet ribbon that wrapped around mountainous breasts to rival even Hinata's and tucked between round, creamy cheeks, binding her arms behind her back and tying her ankles together. A diamond pattern went up her front, and a bow pressing snugly over a ruddy cunt, a woman's sex smoothly shaven and helplessly moist, compelling Naruto's eyes to stare while his manhood twitched and further rose in his trousers. This buxom blonde was gagged and blindfolded as well as being tied up, but it seemed that she could hear him and Hinata, and she was starting to squirm where she lay upon the bed. Along with the bow that had been tied over her cunt, two more adorned the peaks of her tits like tasseled pasties on an exotic dancer.
It was a simply obscene sight, and one that had Naruto totally gob smacked. Immediately, his eyes widened, and he looked from the nude beauty on the bed to his wife, who was smiling at him and inclining her head, seemingly waiting for his reaction. Naruto could almost hear the gears struggling to turn inside his own head, and he looked repeatedly from Hinata, to the naked blonde, and back again. Muffled whining sounds came from the woman on the bed, and the effect her wriggling movements had on that voluptuous figure were most entrancing, but Naruto was distracted by a niggling thought in the back of his mind. This woman was strangely familiar, and the longer he looked at her, the more that he started to realize who she resembled…
"Well, honey?" Hinata asked, gliding up alongside the bed. She was giving Naruto an uncommonly steamy gaze as she came to a stop beside that bound, gagged, and blindfolded beauty. "Do you like it?"
Naruto dumbly opened his mouth, then closed it again. His mind was blank, and he struggled to conjure the thoughts necessary to answer his bride. Between his initial astonishment at this sight, and all the blood that was being stolen from his brain to feed a mindlessly stiffening erection, and the slowly dawning recognition of who this woman was, he could scarcely spare sufficient faculties for the task. But finally, when his eyes drifted up from a peerlessly, familiarly massive pair of tits to a diamond mark on the woman's forehead, a mark from which now sprouted the four arms of a familiar manji curse seal, he remembered how to speak.
"G-Granny…?" he said bewilderedly, recalling that he had not seen the woman at the ceremony. At the time, he'd figured she had simply had too much to drink before the wedding, so he hadn't thought anything more of it. But now that he saw the woman here in this state, he was starting to understand. "That… That's Tsunade, isn't it? What's she doing here?"
"She's your gift, of course," Hinata answered silkily. "It took ever so long for everyone to agree on an appropriate present for you. After all that you've done for Konoha, you deserve so much more than we could ever give you normally. We couldn't think of anything that would be good enough for you…" Slyly, Hinata giggled. "Not until Hanabi proposed giving you a concubine. After that, all the pieces fell into place…" Idly, Hinata reached down to the woman's virtually bare breasts. She ran a hand up the side of a creamy hill and slipped her fingers through the bow atop it, giving it a pull so Naruto could see that this bow had been tied to Tsunade's nipple. "A sex slave worthy of the hero of Konoha and the next hokage… Who else would have been good enough for you? A former hokage, the granddaughter of our village's founder, and one of the most beautiful women in the Land of Fire… Only a woman like Tsunade deserves to become your property"
"Do you… Do you really think I'd be okay with that?" Naruto stared at Hinata, trying his best not to ogle the bare, ponderous breasts of the blonde beside her. Despite himself, Naruto could feel a tent rising in his trousers. And he could not entirely keep his eyes from drifting toward the helpless form of Tsunade on the bed, a present wrapped up perfectly just for him. "She's like an aunt to me! And… concubine? Property? What, am I supposed to treat her like…?"
"She is your sex slave now, dear," Hinata tittered, giving her husband a disarmingly sweet smile. She ran her hand down the side of Tsunade's breast, lazily squeezing her fingers into the plush and yielding flesh. Dexterously she worked the meekly pliant tissues of Tsunade's adipose mammary, and Naruto's stare was irresistibly drawn to that marvelous mountain of womanflesh. "She is all yours to do whatever you want with. Of course, the idea is that you will use her for what those tits are best for." A strange fire came into Hinata's eyes as she spoke with this hitherto uncharacteristic crassness. "It doesn't matter if she resists, sweetie. No… it's even BETTER if she does. The whole village has already decided: she is your property. She is our wedding gift. So come here, Naruto… Come and have your way with her while I watch. Come, and teach this outdated whore to adore her new lord and master"
Hinata groped at Tsunade's tits with both hands, massaging those behemoth mounds with an astonishing zeal. She pulled at the ribbons that had been tied to Tsunade's nipples, causing the woman to whimper into her gag, and she reached down to the ribbon slung between Tsunade's legs and pulled it up, letting her husband see how shamefully damp it was. With an unexpectedly sadistic relish, Hinata presented Tsunade's bare cunt to her husband, and with a gusto that coaxed Naruto's manhood to an excruciating hardness, she leaned into Tsunade and pressed her body to the woman's, suggestively crawling onto the bed alongside the captive ex-hokage and grinding against the naked blonde in her wedding dress. And Hinata's eyes were on Naruto the whole time she did this, silently inviting him to come and take what was his.
Naruto was not sure what to make of his bride's enthusiasm for this. It was a side of Hinata that he had never seen before, and it scared him just a little. But it was far more arousing than it was alarming, and watching her grope and fondle and grind against the captive—the woman she insisted was meant to be his concubine, his love slave, his property—Naruto felt his cock throb, and he found his conscience swiftly going silent. If the whole village was in on this, indeed, and if everyone had agreed that this was the only proper gift for him, then who was he to refuse it? He wouldn't insult them by turning this down. He wouldn't disappoint his wife on the night of their wedding when she was looking so eager, so horny, so beautiful.
With a gulp, Naruto slowly unzipped his trousers. Hinata's eyes gleamed, watching him with a naked delight, and lowly moaning she clutched at the neckline of her wedding dress and tugged it down, freeing her own bountiful bosom to flop out and obscenely mash against Tsunade's nude form. The blonde's pants fell to the floor, and he stepped up to the bed, his erect cock rising fearsomely between his legs. He stared with growing hunger at Hinata and Tsunade, hearing the rumble of animal desire somewhere in the back of his mind and feeling the furious surging of his loins as he reached out and laid his hand on Tsunade's plush, creamy thigh. It was cool and smooth and soft, so soft that the tips of his fingers vanished into a marshmallowy whiteness, so soft that he could not restrain himself from squeezing firmly, holding her with a rapacious longing and an insatiable need.
Tsunade struggled perceptibly against his hold as Naruto slowly surmounted her, crawling up to straddle her legs, spreading them with his hands and exposing further her lewd, defenseless cunt. Glistening tears streaked down her cheeks from under the blindfold, and she whined and uttered inarticulate protestations into the gag that stuffed her mouth. But it was an impotent resistance, and she had no power to persuade the man who held her now. Naruto was entranced by Hinata's milky white breasts roiling and deforming as they slid up and down Tsunade's side, Hinata smiling devilishly with that angelically beautiful face and nibbling on the whining Tsunade's ear. Rock hard and intoxicated by the beauty of his bride, the lewdness of his concubine, and the exhilarating sense of power that grew within him as he held Tsunade, Naruto squeezed the woman tighter and pressed his cock firmly to her entrance, slowly sawing against her nether lips until he had coaxed them to part and welcome his sex.
"Fuck…" Naruto groaned, his head rolling back on his shoulders while his cock slid into the woman beneath him. It was not an overly tight fit, and there was no virginal resistance to hold him up, and all of Tsunade's impotent struggling could do nothing but get him off that little bit sooner and that little bit harder. "This is really Granny Tsunade, huh… This cow… This whimpering little slut… I can't believe a lewd bitch like her was ever hokage." He smacked Tsunade on the hip, plunging deeper into the woman's sweltering cunt and eliciting a still more distressed sounding whine from her. "But she's all mine now, right? These big, fat tits of hers… that huge, meaty ass… and this soaking wet cunt… Every inch of this whore is my property."
He should have felt guilty about talking like this. Naruto was not usually the kind of guy to entertain such degrading fantasies. Usually, his tastes were far more vanilla, and he was happy enough just to cuddle up with a cute woman like his wife. But Hinata's smoldering eyes and her sweetly seductive words were slowly awakening something inside of him, and it caused him to recall scenes from the more graphic of Jiraiya's old novels. Originally, he had been bemused and put off by that content, and he had not understood the appeal. But it was starting to make sense now that he had Tsunade powerless beneath him, now that his wife was purring at him and ogling him with relish while he began to rape his voluptuous predecessor. If nothing else, it was because Hinata so visibly wanted this, because Hinata was obviously turned on by the idea of her husband owning the assets of a beauty like Tsunade and using that once proud and powerful woman as his personal sex slave.
It was the night of their wedding, and Naruto was the most in love with Hinata that he had ever been in his life. Once he started to fuck Tsunade, watching his wife's body jolt and jiggle in a dozen subtle ways while the captive blonde's bosom more blatantly bounced, it soon felt perversely, wonderfully RIGHT, and he dug his fingers deeper into Tsunade's yielding flesh like raptorial, rending talons, and he swung his hips faster and harder like a battering ram at a castle's gates. He burst through Tsunade's defenses with a devastating lunge, and he drove himself as deep into her as he could physically go, enveloping himself in the sordid warmth of her sex. The harder he thrust, the more that Tsunade powerlessly struggled, the more that she sobbed into her gag and wordlessly begged him to stop.
There could be no illusions about what he was doing here. He was raping Tsunade, forcing himself onto her until the tears freely flowed down her cheeks, and he found himself to be loving every second of it. Hinata's enthusiasm was infectious, and the faster and harder that he thrust into Tsunade, the more passionately that his wife looked at him, the more fiercely and provocatively she ground against their captive and fondled the woman's breasts, making a delightfully obscene show of his newly gifted concubine while he raped her. She was encouraging him with every glance, praising his manliness with those adoring, yearning eyes and her delectably sighing lips. Slowly, her wedding dress was slipping off a little more here and there, exposing more and more of Hinata's beautiful body, reminding Naruto of how intensely he wanted his wife.
And the hornier that Naruto got for Hinata, the more he enjoyed Tsunade.
"You look magnificent, Naruto," Hinata purred dreamily, her eyes devouring Naruto's half-naked body as he furiously thrust in and out of their present. "This slut can't resist your cock. She's pretending to struggle, but if I untied her and took out her gag, she would be begging you to keep going." This was a lie, and they both knew it—and they each knew that the other knew. "Rape her harder, Naruto. Prove your dominance over this lowly cunt. Show how utterly superior you are to everyone else… that even a former hokage like Lady Tsunade deserves nothing more than to be your sex slave" Her eyes gleamed with something feral, and her fingers dug like claws into Tsunade's gelatinously wobbling tits. "As the next hokage, you hold absolute power over this bitch. Her life is in your hands…"
Naruto shivered, fucking Tsunade faster and harder. Fleetingly, he thought of the many lectures the woman had given him when he was younger, and he recalled with a twinge of something savage how Sakura, the woman's prize pupil, had used to smack him around for the slightest infractions. He felt no resentment toward Sakura herself for treating him like that when they were younger, but while he was balls deep inside Tsunade and leering down at her powerless form, he felt a powerful longing to pay her back for her student's past behavior. Soulful blue eyes glinted faintly crimson, and Naruto's expression grew almost bestial with a rush of cruel imaginings.
Kurama had mellowed out, and none of what Naruto presently felt could be foisted off onto the Nine-Tails. It was entirely the blonde's own desires that were rising within him as he raped the Godaime, and Naruto knew it. But he wasn't even ashamed, and he felt not one ounce of guilt. Tsunade deserved this. For being the previous hokage, for scolding him and looking down on him in the past, for being such a beautiful and powerful woman. She deserved to be in this position beneath him, to be robbed of all her power and privilege and reduced to something utterly degrading.
She deserved to be his slave, so who was he to deny her?
Naruto arched his back, grunting deeply. The muffled pleading of the woman beneath him had reached a crescendo, even while she all but relented in her physical resistance. No longer was Tsunade struggling, and she lay limply beneath Naruto as his cock convulsed inside her, moaning and incoherently begging for mercy whilst a purring Hinata seductively licked up the tears from her cheek. Hinata had hiked up her dress and thrust down her panties, and she was rubbing a hot, soaking pussy against Tsunade's leg, watching eagerly as her husband's expression dissolved into bliss.
Naruto came, buried up to the hilt inside Tsunade, and the deluge of his orgasm drowned her womb. Tsunade shuddered, feeling the man's thick, hot semen flooding her cunt, and her trickling tears continued to fall, but something left her in that moment. Already despairing in tone, the remaining spirit went out of her voice, and her protestations died down to a pitiful whimper.
Trembling blind and mute beneath Naruto, the man who was to be her master, Tsunade weakly whimpered.
"You look so sexy," Naruto rasped to Hinata, watching her grind lustily against Tsunade. "You keep saying she's supposed to be MY gift, but you seem even more into this than I am. Are you sure you don't want her for yourself?"
He pulled out of Tsunade with a squelch, his cock wetly slapping the woman's thigh. The man was still indefatigably erect, and his eyes were ravenous. But he was smiling playfully at Hinata, and she giggled in response.
"But it's only fun while I'm watching you rape her," his wife replied. "I'm not horny for this cow. I'm horny for YOU, and I adore watching you dominate her"
Naruto's cock twitched, and he smiled wider at Hinata.
"Then I guess I'll have to give you a good show," he answered with a bit of swagger, moving to straddle Tsunade's waist. His cock slapped down on the woman's pillowy breasts, eliciting a muffled whine, before he shifted his hips and angled himself into the deep valley of Tsunade's cleavage. "Watch close, babe. This one is for you."
Winking at Hinata, who licked her lips in anticipation, Naruto began to rock his hips, thrusting back and forth between Tsunade's tits…
The former hokage could do nothing but lie there and take it. Between these two, she was little more than an object.
Even if Tsunade hated it, she already knew her place deep down.
She always had been a fast learner.
The village of Yugakure was beautiful this time of year, and Naruto strongly appreciated the scenery. It had been a few weeks since his and Hinata's wedding, and the two of them had been enjoying a wonderful honeymoon at one of the finest hot springs resorts in this country. It was a delightfully romantic destination, and that romance was not hurt at all by the third wheel they dragged along.
"It's beautiful today too, isn't it?" said Hinata with a picturesque smile for her husband. "We really should put together an album to share with everyone when we get back to Konoha. It would be a shame for them to miss out on all this, don't you think? Especially when the… scenery… looks ever so fine."
Wearing an elegant lilac yukata, Hinata shot a significant glance at Tsunade. A collar was around the woman's neck, and a bright red ball gag was in her mouth. Her wrists were tied behind her back with a fine silk rope, and her ankles were similarly trussed together, the once honorable Fifth Hokage getting dragged like a piece of luggage behind the newlywed couple.
While Naruto and Hinata were currently wearing yukata as they went on this pleasant stroll, Tsunade was dressed in nothing but a skimpy suspender bikini that left the edges of her areolae visible and lewdly nestled between her buttocks. Plenty of passersby stared at the woman in amazement, and even here in the village's red-light district, this threesome was a scene to inspire wild rumors and scandalized whispers. It was an almost unheard-of sight even to the whores and pimps who populated this part of town, and it surely caused people to fantasize about all kinds of outlandish scenarios.
But no fantasy they could concoct would be more perverse than the reality, and Naruto wore a cheerful grin as he considered his wife's comment, following her eyes to the prone form of Tsunade behind them. Another woman would be covered in scratches and bruises from the treatment this blonde was getting, but while most of Tsunade's ninjutsu had been sealed away, her body retained an almost instinctual grasp of medical jutsu, and any cuts and contusions she received healed completely within mere minutes. This was very convenient when Hinata was in the mood for something rougher, and Naruto had gotten plenty of use out of that ability of Tsunade's too.
"Yeah, I agree," Naruto said, cocking his head suggestively. "Why don't we take some pictures to show to everyone back in Konoha? They deserve to see this too."
He yanked on Tsunade's leash, dragging the woman forcibly up between him and Hinata. The collar to which this leash was fastened dug into the woman's neck when he pulled on it thus, and she looked up at him with hopeless eyes. Naruto and Hinata had ceased blindfolding the woman, deeming it more pleasing to be able to see the emotions on her face, and enjoying it more when she could see them. She was still gagged though, and her new bindings held as tightly as the ribbons in which she had originally been wrapped, only they were even stronger.
Far stronger than they needed to be, to hold a woman who was essentially a civilian. This only made Tsunade that much more cognizant of her powerlessness.
But she did not resist. She would not fight whatever they did next.
She had long since learned the futility of struggling.
Taking out a camera, Naruto grinned lecherously down at Tsunade. Hinata mirrored his expression with a nearly malevolent relish.
Tsunade shuddered with anticipation.
Over the course of that day, Naruto and Hinata took many, many photos of Tsunade. In some, they posed the woman in her bonds like she was a normal tourist, seating her at a chair in a café and placing a drink before her (with the gag still in her mouth), or propping her up between them like a traveling buddy and giving big grins to the camera. But in other pictures, they portrayed plainly what was Tsunade's true role, making their dominance over the woman pornographically explicit as Hinata sat down on the blonde's face or Naruto skewered Tsunade on his cock.
The former photographs were for more public display and would be shared openly. Everyone would see the joke in them, and the view of Tsunade so skimpily dressed and so lewdly bound would be more than titillating enough for them. But the latter pictures would be only for the closest of friends and their own personal usage—at least for now. Hinata teased her husband with flattering suggestions to publicize the most graphic of the photos they took of him railing and degrading Tsunade, and she was especially effusive in her praise of picture she had taken of Naruto draping his cock over the former hokage's face.
It was about this last picture that Hinata currently spoke as the couple closed the door to their hotel room, retiring at the end of a long and enjoyable day. While Naruto dragged Tsunade to her feet and reached for a rope that had been looped through the rafters, Hinata brought up this photo on the camera and surveyed it with a grin, almost fondling the display screen.
"I think it would be the perfect way to demonstrate your authority as hokage, dear. And it would make for splendid propaganda, too! There have been too few kunoichi joining the ranks in recent years, but I guarantee that putting out inspirational material like THIS would soon have female ninja outnumbering the males by two-to-one."
"That isn't what you're really thinking when you look at that picture," Naruto replied with a chuckle. He pulled the rope down and tied it to the rope binding Tsunade's wrists, pulling her arms further out behind her back. "And what kind of girls would that attract into the ranks, anyway? I don't see anything aspirational about that!"
"But it's everything a woman could ever want" Hinata said, licking her lips as she appraised the image of Tsunade's defeated eyes gazing up at Naruto's towering cock. "It will make them hope that they, too, can someday be in the same position as the former hokage. And when they see what a magnificent specimen is leading them, I guarantee they will serve you with an unparalleled zeal. What woman wouldn't happily give her life for such a wonderful man?"
"The more you say, Hinata, the more twisted you sound." Naruto grinned crookedly at his wife, fixing Tsunade into a strappado position with the rope and forcing the woman to spread her legs. "But even if that picture WOULD attract more women into the forces, do we really want those kinds of simpleminded sluts fighting for Konoha? They'd probably get off on it and give up everything the moment they first get taken captive."
"Not if they think about what a superior cock the Lord Hokage has," Hinata purred, winking at her husband. "When they consider the possibility of getting to be in this position with you… They would endure through all the tortures imaginable, just to get a taste. At least… I know that I would"
"You're projecting your fetishes too much!" Naruto laughed, unzipping his pants. He walked up in front of Tsunade and popped the gag out of her mouth. But the woman didn't get more than a second to relax her jaws before Naruto had pushed down on her head and forced her to swallow his cock, shoving himself all the way down her throat. "You just wanna see me tying up and raping other kunoichi the way I do Tsunade, don't you?"
Hinata smiled from ear to ear, and she brought the camera back up and began to snap pictures anew, eagerly recording it as Naruto drove his cock languidly in and out of Tsunade's mouth.
"It would be no less than you deserve to take them all for yourself as you have taken her," Hinata purred. "Why shouldn't a hokage as strong, and thoughtful, and perfect as yourself have the right to claim every woman in the village as his property? But I am modest enough that I would settle simply for you occasionally rewarding select female kunoichi with the honor of becoming your concubines"
Naruto thrust faster in and out of Tsunade's mouth, fucking the blonde's face without a slightest care for the woman herself. Roughly and eagerly, he used Tsunade, making sure to provide a good view for Hinata and the camera, and he watched knowingly from the corner of his eye while his wife touched herself with her free hand. He had become well accustomed to Hinata's fetish since their wedding night, and he had gotten quite into it himself.
Most of what his wife was saying was outlandish, fantastical nonsense. Mere sweet nothings to titillate her husband and flatter his ego. But he could hear a seed of hope sincere in her words, and he would not pretend to dislike the fantasies she suggested. His cock was certainly good and hard as he plunged it down Tsunade's throat, and that wasn't just because this woman was built for sucking dick. Partly, but not entirely.
"I don't see why I'd need anyone else, when I've got a wonderful wife like you," Naruto said with a wink, before brusquely running his hands through Tsunade's hair. "And a perfect bitch like this."
He slammed himself down Tsunade's throat, smacking his balls against her chin and scouring her nose with his pubes, before groaning and arching his back. From the corner of his eye, he saw Hinata creep forward, zooming in with anticipation for the impending cumshot. Not wanting to disappoint his wife, and feeling himself at the limit, Naruto pulled out. Convulsing mightily, slick with Tsunade's saliva and reeking of Naruto's lust, the blonde's girthsome cock slipped back out over Tsunade's lips, before he grabbed it with one hand, gave it a preparatory squeeze, and took aim.
A great, sticky glob of cum smacked Tsunade square on the forehead, right in the middle of the curse seal that had sapped her strength and reverted her age. Then came the aftershocks, whitish ropes of semen erupting all over the woman's face. Like oozing streamers, they dangled down her cheeks, clinging to her chin and spattering her hair. Tsunade looked utterly pathetic, and even without the gag stuffing her mouth, she was in no state to say a word. Her eyes were puffy, but her tears had long since dried up, and vacantly she stared up at Naruto's ponderous cock, too broken to dread it.
Beside Naruto, the clicking sounds of the camera's shutter reached a fever pitch. Hinata had gotten down on her knees for an up-close shot, and Naruto could feel the heat of his wife's eagerly panting breath tickle his hardness. Twitching at the sensation, and wanting to give Hinata a good show, Naruto grabbed Tsunade by the hair and turned her head to face the camera directly. The shameful, slovenly face of the Godaime was cast in humiliating relief by the flashing of the camera's bulb, and Tsunade weakly, hopelessly groaned.
"Yes, yes…" Hinata purred. "Yes, this is how she ought to look. That obscene face, and that indecent body… Every inch of her deserves to be coated in your cum. I love you," Hinata moaned, the relish growling in her tone. "I love watching you rape this whore the way her perverted body is begging for."
Naruto chuckled, glancing at his wife's own body. Hinata had slipped off her yukata at some point, and her bountiful breasts were provocatively heaving with her lusty respiration. Lazily, he cocked a single eyebrow.
"Everything that's perverted about her body, is perverted about yours too," he remarked, appreciatively ogling Hinata's considerable bust. Tsunade's tits were a little bit bigger, but Hinata was still filling out, and her breasts would only grow larger when she finally got pregnant. "Makes me wonder if you're trying to tell me something."
Hinata smiled, and she lowered the camera just long enough to give her husband a sly wink.
"Mm… Maybe later, dear." She licked her lips. "But first… How about you fuck this whore? I want to watch you rail her into a moaning mess."
Naruto's eyes gleamed, and he gave Tsunade's tits a firm squeeze, before sauntering around behind the still-bound woman. He lined himself up with Tsunade's pussy, grabbing her firmly by the hips and hauling her back, before looking once more at Hinata.
"By the way," he said, pressing his cockhead to Tsunade's nether lips. The woman hissed and arched her back, shuddering helplessly, before he breached her with a grunt. "I've been meaning to ask… this seal made Tsunade's body like she's in her twenties, right?" He rocked his hips, beginning to rhythmically thrust. "Does that affect EVERYTHING? I mean… Can she get pregnant from this?"
Hinata took the camera back up, and got into position to record her husband reaming Tsunade from behind.
"Don't worry about it" she purred. "If she does get pregnant, we'll deal with it as a couple." She snapped a few photos in rapid succession as Naruto smacked Tsunade's ass. "And don't you think it would be even hotter to breed this whore like the dairy cow she is?"
Naruto thrust faster, grinning and grabbing a ferocious handful of Tsunade's breasts. The jackhammer tempo of his pelvis clapping Tsunade's hindquarters strained the rope binding her arms, and the woman let out a pitiful moan. He was fucking Tsunade even harder, and even deeper, and the woman could feel it like he was trying to batter his way straight into her womb.
"Well, when you put it like THAT…"
Tsunade whimpered, feeling Naruto ravage her more forcefully than ever. His cock was throbbing mightily, and he savaged her breasts like he was trying to wring blood from a stone. She was hot and sore and weak, and she looked appallingly, deliciously degraded in this bondage, and the plunging of Naruto's cock made itself evident through a perceptible distension of her abdomen.
Naruto's head soon rolled back on his shoulders, the man squeezing his eyes shut. He was tender from blowing his load so recently, agreeably sore as he railed Tsunade, and after a few minutes, his cock was throbbing with the promise of yet another ejaculation.
The woman squeezed her eyes shut, bleakly bracing for the eruption. But no amount of mental preparation could brace her for the sensation, and when Naruto did blow his load inside her, Tsunade unleashed her most pathetic moan yet. The blonde slumped in her bonds, weakly panting while Naruto lazily fondled her tits and basked in his own afterglow.
"Don't you love it?" Hinata sighed to her husband, eagerly snapping more pictures of his and Tsunade's intertwining bodies while Naruto contentedly smiled. "I know you protested so much when you first got her, but now you enjoy using Tsunade so much. You're always so hard whenever you drag her out…"
"What can I say? She's a good sex slave," Naruto chuckled. "And you've done plenty to encourage me!"
He winked at Hinata, casting his eyes up and down her nude form. Hinata giggled silkily in response to this, leering at both Naruto and Tsunade.
"Mmm. That meaty ass of hers…" Hinata purred, sticking out her own considerable backside. "Don't you just want to rape it? I'm sure you would have so much fun dragging her into the bed and fucking her ass until she screams"
Naruto smirked.
"Are you asking if I want to do it to her, or if I want to do it to YOU?" he probed, lazily pulling out of Tsunade's cunt. "Because I'd be happy doing it to both of you."
"I'm sure you would," Hinata tittered, giving her husband a playful look. "But between your dignified wife and your lowly concubine, who does such treatment better suit?"
In answer, Naruto slapped Tsunade's ass, before untying the rope that held her arms in strappado bondage.
"Fair enough," he quipped, hoisting Tsunade up in his arms. He grabbed the woman in a full nelson and nestled his cockhead against the rim of her anus, promising the blonde a deep and brutal penetration. "But maybe after I'm done with her…"
He winked at his wife, and Hinata returned it with a kiss, swooping over to peck her husband on the cheek and squeeze her enticingly naked body to his side. She nuzzled him suggestively for an excruciating moment, before pulling back with a smile saucier than she had any right to wear. But Naruto would be damned if she didn't look good like that.
"If I get to watch you rail that cow into oblivion, I'll be too horny to object to anything…" she said, licking her lips. As if for emphasis, she stroked a finger between her nether lips, making a show of achingly caressing her sex. "Rape her to your heart's content, and I'll be waiting for you with a smile"
Shoving Tsunade down on the bed, Naruto laughed and decided to take his wife's cue. Ramming his cock up to the hilt in Tsunade's ass with a single overpowering thrust, the blonde began.
Gagged or not, Tsunade was in no condition to protest.
The Seventh Hokage stretched his arms over his head, pushing his chair back from his desk. A teetering stack of completed paperwork sat before him, and he cracked his knuckles. On the wall, the clock was just shy of striking noon, when Naruto would take his usual lunch break. But he had finished all the work that had come across his desk today early, and he felt that he deserved a longer break today.
Shunting aside the stack of forms and closing his laptop, Naruto cast his eyes toward the closet. A smile played its way across his mouth, and he rose from his chair with just a hint of a swagger. Expectantly, Naruto opened the closet door. Doing this revealed a nude, gagged, hogtied Tsunade who was suspended from the ceiling of the closet. Her voluminous breasts hung low, and empty eyes stirred in response to the light now pouring into her face.
Without missing a beat, Naruto untied Tsunade and took her down, before giving her a smack on the ass.
"Come on, bitch," he said, not even bothering to address the woman by name. "You know what I want."
Tsunade looked at Naruto with a weary expression. She was far past loathing and despair, and all that could be read in her face was a beleaguered resignation. Nonetheless, an anticipatory wince flickered across the buxom blonde's face, before she reluctantly but obediently stepped out of the closet.
Naruto leered at Tsunade's naked body, a tent swiftly pitching itself in his trousers. Hungry eyes raked over the woman's corpulent tits and her pillowy ass, and with all the insolence of deserved supremacy, he gave Tsunade another sharp swat on the rump. Plush cheeks jolted and jiggled, and Tsunade lurched forward, whimpering into her gag, before assuming position before the hokage's desk. The woman bent over, raising her hips and pressing her mammaries onto the desktop, nearly flattening her rack while she listlessly spread her legs.
Tsunade gazed down at the desk as Naruto's strong hands alighted on her hips, as Naruto's wiry body pressed to her from behind. She stared a hole into this all too familiar surface, remembering many mornings waking up hungover on this very desk with a fresh stack of paperwork awaiting her. Once, she had sat behind this desk as the leader and protector of Konohagakure, and she had shouldered responsibilities too heavy for any upstart brat. She was the granddaughter of the man who had founded this village, and she was a legendary kunoichi who had once been feared and respected throughout the Elemental Nations.
But now… now she was nothing. And that thought weighed heavier on Tsunade than all the responsibilities she had ever borne in the past, as Naruto's cockhead spread the rim of her anus, as the blonde shoved her face down hard into her own overflowing tits, burying her in her cleavage and shoving himself into her ass. She set her teeth to the gag, gritting against the initial pain of this forceful penetration, which hurt even after her asshole had been irreversibly hammered into the shape of Naruto's cock, and she let out a pathetic, muffled groan as the man held her down and began to fuck her ass.
It had been over a year since Naruto and Hinata's wedding. Over a year since Tsunade was jumped by her own student and bound with a curse seal that reduced her to a fresh, young piece of ass. In that time, she had all but surrendered to this reality.She had done her best to accept it, to resign herself to this ignoble retirement. She had looked for a bright side, and she had tried to learn to enjoy it. She had forced herself to wear a smile and grovel at Naruto and Hinata's feet, shaking her ass like a needy bitch and begging them to use her and abuse her every day.
Hinata was a beautiful woman, and in her treatment of Tsunade, she had an almost queenly air. Tsunade was no stranger to bisexual trysts, and she had given and taken from ladies less lovely in her youth. She forced herself to kiss Hinata's feet and adore Hinata's cunt, to smile at every degrading, scornful remark Hinata sent her way, and to assume position and let the woman have her way with her whenever the mood struck her mistress. She had become intimately familiar with her ropes, and the taste of the ball gag in her mouth was a constant companion. And she had gazed at Hinata's naked form and told herself what a beauty the Hyuuga was, how happy she should be to enjoy such attentions from a woman so effortlessly her equal.
And Naruto… He was magnificently well-endowed. He was the hero of the village, and he was her own hero as well in a way. She had only ever agreed to become Hokage for his sake, deep down, to hold that seat until he was ready to take it. He reminded her of her brother, and of the man he loved. If she had grown up alongside Naruto, she probably could have fallen in love with him. Under other circumstances, she would have been happy to lie with the blonde and make him feel good, and on a few lonely nights she had certainly entertained the thought of inviting the boy into her bed and making him a man.
Naruto had a cock she would have slobbered over happily if she were young, dumb, and drunk, and he had skill enough with that cock to make her want to scream his name. Hinata had encouraged him to be forward and firm in the bedroom, and Naruto had only grown more forceful and more confident in the year since he had married her. He was, frankly, a masterful lover, and he was a master that many perverted young women would have happily submitted to as adoring love slaves. Why, from her usual place inside that closet, Tsunade had heard dozens of younger kunoichi proposition the Lord Seventh and ask if he was looking for new concubines.
As Naruto rammed his cock in and out of Tsunade's anus, the woman feebly moaned. She rocked her hips in obedience to her master's unspoken desires, taking his cock like a good anal whore. Each clap of his pelvis against her ass stung her cheeks like nettles, but she forced herself to smile, to moan, to grind on his cock and clench her anus like she was begging him to blow it all inside her ass. But no matter how much Tsunade tried to persuade herself, and no matter how much of an act of blissful obedience she put on, every time Naruto rammed his cock into her, every time he grabbed her and used her like his personal sex toy, she could only think…
It wasn't fair.
It just wasn't FAIR…
Why did it have to be her? What had she done to deserve this?
Was she really going to spend the rest of her life as this man's slave? Had everything she lived through and all the turmoil she had endured been leading only to this? That she should be stripped of her strength, stripped of her dignity and her honor, reduced to a lowly whore at the hands of a boy she had treated like her own nephew…
Tears pricked at the corners of Tsunade's eyes, and a fresh sob rose from her heaving breast. She raised a mournful head to gaze at the office door, which hung unlocked and ajar. Anyone could step in at any moment and see her in this position. It wouldn't even be the first time.
It was no dirty secret. There was no outrage, no scandal, no demand for her to be released and restored to her rightful condition. As far as the people of Konoha saw it, Tsunade was Naruto's prize. Her freedom, her body, and her life had been rendered to him as a gift on the village's behalf.
After everything she had done for Konoha, after everything her family and her loved ones had sacrificed for this village… in the end, she had been reduced to a sex slave. They had abandoned her, the final Senju, to lifelong concubinage, and when they walked into this office to see Naruto raping her in the ass, they wouldn't even bat an eye.
As far as they were concerned, Naruto deserved to have her. As far as anyone cared—even her own niece, her own pupils!—this was what she deserved.
The tears streaked down Tsunade's face as Naruto fucked her ass, thrusting steadily faster and harder as his arousal grew, but going slow enough still to prolong her humiliation and increase the chance that she would be seen in this position and disgraced with one more salacious exhibition. She sobbed into her gag, succumbing to a fresh wave of despair while Naruto reamed her.
But the louder she sobbed, the harder he fucked her, and he slapped her ass at irregular intervals, keeping Tsunade on her toes with sharply stinging spanks. The more obviously miserable she became, the more that Naruto seemed to enjoy fucking her. Something cruel had been awakened in him by his wife's lustful coaxing, and now he had become a monster in truth, even when all the rest of the world saw him as a hero.
No doubt this was why Tsunade was the only woman Naruto had yet deigned to have as a concubine. The more eagerly and imploringly that the kunoichi serving under him threw themselves at Naruto's feet, the less interest he had in claiming their asses as he had claimed Tsunade's.
It was purely sadistic. It was all about seeing Tsunade suffer. And even after a year of this treatment, she still regularly broke down in tears like this, and she still lamented her state and begged to be let free.
In a way, this made her the perfect sex slave for Naruto and Hinata.
While Tsunade was lost in thought, Naruto's phone rang. Without slowing down in his thrusting for one moment, the blonde answered.
"Hello?"
"Hey, Naruto." It was Shikamaru's voice. "We've been getting some reports about concerning activity in Kirigakure that you should look at…" He paused. "Are you on your lunch break already?"
Naruto grinned, and he gave Tsunade's ass another, harder smack with his free hand. There could be no doubt that this was audible on the phone.
"Yeah. I've got something on my desk that needs my attention right now, but I'll take a look at that later today."
There was a momentary silence on the other end of the phone, followed by a mildly exasperated chuckle.
"…Well, as long as you get around to it," Shikamaru said. "Just don't spend too long on one thing, alright?"
"Yeah, yeah…" Naruto said. "I'll be sure to… ngh… switch things up."
The blonde grunted, moving to hang up the call but faltering as the familiar tidal wave of orgasm crashed over him. He came before he could hang up, and he came hard, flooding Tsunade's ass and causing the woman to let out a muffled, pitiful moan.
"Sheesh…" Shikamaru sighed on the other end. "You know, you could at least have shadow clones do the paperwork while you screw around. As long as stuff gets done, the rest doesn't matter."
"I'll keep that in mind," Naruto said, giving Tsunade's ass a pinch. "That might be a good idea…"
Now finally hanging up, he pulled out of Tsunade's ass. Then, he flipped the woman onto her back, before spreading her legs wide and lining himself up with her cunt.
Tsunade gazed up at Naruto with puffy, bleary eyes and tear-streaked cheeks, pathetically whimpering into her gag. Naruto grinned down at her in return, surveying the woman hungrily.
"Damn, those tits look nicer every time I get a fresh look at them…" the Lord Seventh growled, pressing himself to Tsunade's entrance. "And imagine how much bigger they'd get if I knocked you up."
Doleful eyes went panickily wide, and Naruto's grin peeled further back, revealing ravenous teeth.
Naruto rammed himself into Tsunade's cunt before she could even make a sound. And once his cock was inside her, all she could do was wretchedly moan.
She was truly, utterly powerless. She was Naruto's slave, his prize for becoming Hokage.
She was an object, and she was his.
And he would never let her go.
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