Disclaimer: The following story contains BDSM, futanari, yuri, mind control, noncon, and related sexual content. All characters are 18+ at the time of the story.
Author's Note from the Future: Another reposted DA commission, this one from ssvidel3, who I did a lot of futa!Sakura fics for back in the day. I've got mixed feelings about this one looking back. I still like the overall humiliation and dehumanization theme, but there's a lot I'd revise about the Tsunade section, particularly the stupid nickname I picked.
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Tsunade was bored.
No, bored was an understatement. Tsunade was nearly comatose. She’d been working on paperwork for the last eight hours straight, and she still hadn’t even made a dent in the pile of forms on her desk. The only thing keeping her from going rogue to escape the onslaught of boredom was her knowledge that if she tried it, Naruto would drag her back to the village within a week.
“It’s official, I need a vacation.”
Unfortunately, saying she needed a vacation was much, much easier than getting one. Being the Hokage was a full-time job, and leaving the village without providing an adequate justification or filling out the necessary paperwork several weeks in advance could be considered desertion. However, that wasn’t the reason getting a vacation would be difficult, as Konoha’s history of punishing deserters was spotty, to say the least.
No, the real problem was her own assistant, Shizune. Though Tsunade had done an excellent job of teaching her to be an excellent medic-nin, she’d never managed to instill in her an understanding of the importance of slacking - I mean, relaxation. As a result, any time she wanted to take a break and go to, say, a poker tournament going on in a nearby town, she had to find a way to leave town without being detected by a highly-skilled ninja who knew exactly how she thought and how she fought. Even when she succeeded, it usually took far more work than just filling out the paperwork for a vacation.
If Tsunade was going to get to that poker tournament this weekend, she would need someone to act as a distraction. Someone who knew Shizune just as well as Shizune knew Tsunade, someone skilled enough to keep her occupied or incapacitated for a few days, someone who-
Tsunade froze, slapped her forehead, then bit her thumb and performed a quick Summoning Jutsu. A small slug poofed into being on her desk.
“You called, Milady?” Katsuyu asked.
“Yes, I need you to contact Sakura and ask her to meet me in my office immediately. Also, you are to make certain Shizune does not learn of this.”
“At once, Milady.”
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“Wait, you want me to what?” Sakura asked, shocked.
“I said I want you to keep Shizune from noticing I’m gone this weekend until my return on Monday,” Tsunade said. “Distract her, drug her, lock her up - as long as you don’t do anything that’ll permanently harm her, you’ve got free rein.”
“But Lady Tsunade, there’s no way I can do that!” Sakura protested. “I mean, your training’s helped me a lot, but Shizune’s been training with you even longer than I have! I might be able to overpower her in a straight fight, but I don’t know if I’d be able to keep her busy for two days!”
Tsunade sighed. That was the problem with having two demi-gods for teammates - it wreaked havoc on your self-esteem. She’d been hoping to save this for a later occasion, but it looked like she’d have to sweeten the pot.
“Okay, if you really don’t think you can manage it, I guess I can give you a little extra help,” Tsunade said. She made a series of hand seals, and a wooden crate appeared on her desk.
“That box contains a variety of jutsu scrolls I acquired back when I was wandering the Elemental Nations. I haven’t really looked through it, but there’s bound to be something you can use in there. It’s Wednesday now, so you’ve got plenty of time to come up with something.”
Although she was still hesitant, Sakura couldn’t bring herself to let her sensei down. With a nod, she took the scroll and left the office, leaving Tsunade to plan her vacation in privacy.
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“Ughhh, this is hopeless!” Sakura cried, banging her head against her desk as she finished reading her umpteenth jutsu scroll that night. “I’ve checked almost every scroll in here, and there’s nothing I can use for this!”
Looking over the dozens, if not hundreds, of scrolls littering her apartment, Sakura came to a decision. She would read exactly one more scroll, and if she couldn’t make any use of it for her assigned mission, she’d go to Tsunade, apologize, and explain that there was no way she could possibly do what she’d been ordered to.
Steeling herself, Sakura pulled one more scroll out of the box, unrolled it, and nearly fell off her chair in shock. At the top of the scroll, right below the jutsu name, was a drawing of a naked woman with a penis.
“Wh-what the hell is this?” Sakura whispered to herself. As shocked as she was, though, she was curious to know why a jutsu scroll would have such a lewd drawing.
“Futanari Jutsu”, Sakura read off the scroll. “This variation of the Transformation Jutsu allows a kunoichi to grow a fully-functional penis for as many as 12 hours per use. Unlike a normal Transformation Jutsu, only the user can cancel this technique, and it can be easily maintained indefinitely without risk of chakra exhaustion.”
Sakura shook her head. This jutsu was even more useless for her mission than the others! That settled it. It was time to let Tsunade know she’d failed.
For some reason, though, Sakura couldn’t take her eyes off the drawing on the scroll. As much as she hated to admit it, something about this jutsu was oddly fascinating to her.
“Fine,” she grumbled to herself, beginning to disrobe. “Just this once, I’ll give this creepy jutsu a try.”
Once her clothing was out of the way, Sakura took a deep breath and ran through the hand signs listed on the scroll. The signature puff of smoke of a Transformation Jutsu engulfed her crotch, then faded away to reveal a thick phallus, measuring about 8 inches in length.
Though she was still a little shaken, Sakura decided to test out her new apparatus. She ran one of her fingers tentatively along the shaft, and was surprised at how good it felt. Grabbing it with her hand produced even better results, so she decided to give stroking it a try.
She didn’t even make it past her fifth stroke before she lost herself in the intense arousal she was experiencing. Her experiment degraded into a full-on masturbation session as she pumped her newly-grown dick harder and faster.
“Fuck, how do boys concentrate on anything with one of these?” Sakura wondered. “I’ve never felt anything like this!”
Her self-pleasuring didn’t last too long, as she quickly reached climax and sprayed her load across her table. As she slumped back in her chair, she was surprised to note that her erection hadn’t wavered in the slightest, despite just having came.
“I guess since I’m still a girl, I don’t have to deal with a refractory period,” Sakura said. “Holy shit, though, that was amazing! I’ve got to start doing that every night! I mean, I might as well get something out of this, since there’s no way I can keep Shizune occupied with-”
Then, Sakura had an amazing idea. There was a way she could use this jutsu to take Shizune out of commission! It was so obvious! Why on earth hadn’t she thought of this before?
“Okay, first thing I need to do is work on my endurance for a day or two,” Sakura said, sweeping the crate and scrolls off her table as she began planning. “I need to make sure I can maintain this jutsu even after extended ‘use’, so to speak. Then, I’ll need to check out some hardware stores - no, I’ll probably have to go to one of those specialty stores downtown. After that, I should probably find a secluded, private place…”
Sakura was so busy planning her takedown of Shizune, she never even considered that she may not have read the full text of the jutsu scroll. She would never find out that the jutsu she was using had been banned from use due to its tendency to induce certain undesirable traits in the user, nor would she learn of its intended use in forcibly recruiting enemy ninjas...
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Saturday
“SHIZUNE!” Sakura yelled, bursting into the Hokage’s office at top speed. “I need you right now! Come on!”
Shizune barely had time to blink before Sakura grabbed her by the arm and rushed out of the building, dragging her behind.
“Sakura, can’t this wait?” Shizune asked, confused. “I think Tsunade may be trying to sneak off and gamble again, and I wanted to keep an eye on her.”
“No time!” Sakura panted. “There’s a patient in critical condition at the hospital, and we’re going to lose him if I don’t get some help with this operation immediately!”
A cynical part of Shizune wondered briefly if this was one of Tsunade’s plans to distract her. However, if there was even the slightest chance someone’s life was really on the line, she couldn’t take the risk of ignoring it. Besides, every single one of Sakura’s mannerisms suggested she was on edge and in a hurry, making her claims all the more credible.
At the speed Sakura was moving, it wasn’t long before they arrived at a room on the upper floor of the hospital. Shizune reached out to open the door, but Sakura grabbed her arm.
“Before we go in there, you might want one of these,” Sakura warned, handing Shizune a surgical mask. “I’m not sure what kind of virus is doing this to him, but I think it might be airbourne.”
Shizune nodded and tied the mask over her nose and mouth, with Sakura producing another mask and following suit. Now prepared to examine the patient, Shizune opened the door and saw…
...an empty hospital room.
By the time she registered the trap, it was too late: a pair of seals on the ceiling just inside the room sprayed both of the medic-nin with gas. Sakura was unaffected, but Shizune collapsed onto the floor, disoriented. Almost as soon as she hit the ground, she felt a cloth pressed over her mask. Even in her dazed state, her skill as a medic-nin allowed her to identify the substance coating the cloth as chloroform in the instant before she fell asleep.
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“Time to wake up, Shizune! At this rate, you’re going to waste the whole day!”
Of all the things Shizune had been expecting to see when she woke up, Sakura’s breasts weren’t exactly at the top of the list. Still, even as she struggled to fight off the chloroform’s aftereffects, a topless Sakura was clearly visible in front of Shizune, leering hungrily at her.
Shizune tried to ask Sakura why she had kidnapped her, but when her inquiry came out as a series of mmmphing noises, she quickly determined that a large ballgag had been strapped into her mouth. Upon discovering this, Shizune realized that while she was out cold, she had been stripped, gagged, and locked into a full-body cage that forced her to stand with her legs spread apart and her arms stretched upward at 45-degree angles to her body.
“Do you like your new display frame?” Sakura asked, licking her lips. “I had it custom-made to fit you without letting you move a muscle. I’m thinking of having it patented and selling it, but I’d need a brand name. SlutCage, maybe?”
The series of furious grunts Shizune emitted in response only made Sakura laugh.
“By the way, aren’t you going to compliment me on that trap I set up? That gas we got blasted with was a type of binary neurotoxin I’ve been working on, and your mask was coated in the activating agent.”
Seeing Shizune’s terrified look, Sakura quickly continued. “Don’t worry, it’s not going to kill you. Hell, it’s not even going to permanently injure you. What it does do, however, is screw with the part of your brain responsible for chakra control. For the next couple days, you won’t even be able to pull off an academy-level jutsu.”
After taking a few seconds to relish the sight of her fellow apprentice struggling helplessly against the steel bars securing her in the frame, Sakura decided it was time to start breaking her.
“So, you want to know why I did this to you?” she said. “You see, Tsunade’s a busy woman. She really doesn’t need more than one apprentice, and I’d think someone who mastered the Strength of a Hundred Jutsu is far more worthy of the position than a little girl who can’t do much more than toss poisoned needles around, wouldn’t you? Lucky for you, though, I’ve decided to give you a new job. From now on, you’re going to be my personal cocksleeve!”
Shizune was horrified, but that horror swiftly gave way to confusion. “What does she mean, ‘cocksleeve’? She’s a woman, isn’t she?”
As she pondered this, Sakura slid her shorts down her legs, with her panties joining them on the floor shortly. Shizune’s attention returned to her just as she finished the last of her hand signs.
“Futanari Jutsu!”
When the smoke cleared, Shizune’s terror-stricken gaze was locked onto the meaty shaft that had just appeared on Sakura’s crotch. Finally realizing what Sakura was about to do to her, she began screaming for help, straining against the cage, trying to mold her chakra for an escape jutsu - anything to keep that monster from entering her!
“Yes, keep struggling just like that,” Sakura purred, her right hand dropping to grasp her erect member. “All you’re doing is making those slutty tits of yours bounce around for my amusement.”
Shizune whimpered as Sakura stepped closer and began rubbing her cock against her captive’s crotch.
“Oh, what’s this?” Sakura teased, leering at the softly-moaning Shizune. “Not only are you moaning, but it feels to me like your pussy is already soaked! You’re getting off on this, aren’t you, you masochistic little whore?”
Even as Shizune screamed her denials into her gag, she knew Sakura would never listen. What was more concerning to her, however, was how quickly she was getting aroused from this treatment. She tried to convince herself it was merely a biological reaction, but that was easier said than done in her current state.
“You can deny it all you want,” Sakura laughed, “but this pretty pussy is telling me a very different story. It’s telling me that you want - no, you need my cock to stuff your holes and make you my property!”
She leaned in close, licked Shizune’s tear-stained cheek, then whispered in her ear.
“I think such honesty deserves a reward, don’t you?”
Shizune had no chance of resisting as Sakura thrust her dick up and into her helpless, exposed pussy. All she could do was scream into her gag, begging Sakura for mercy she would never receive. If anything, her screaming only made Sakura thrust into her more vigorously.
“Ohh, you’re nice and tight down here!” Sakura moaned as she pumped in and out of her unwilling partner. “Between that and the volume you’re screaming at, I’m guessing you’re a virgin?”
When no response was forthcoming, she grabbed Shizune’s nipples and twisted them fiercely.
“Answer me when I ask you a question, cocksleeve! Are you, or are you not, a virgin?”
Sobbing, Shizune nodded, causing Sakura to laugh.
“In that case, you should be thanking me! It’s not healthy for a slutty hole like this to go so long without being fucked!”
Shizune moaned, but there was nothing she could do to stop Sakura’s relentless assault on her womanhood. The cage was a perfect match for her body, leaving absolutely no wiggle room - even her fingers and toes were firmly locked into place by the unforgiving metal bars. As long as this cage was around her, she was effectively an immobile sex doll, helpless to defy her owner’s wishes.
“Mmm, feels like I’m getting close!” Sakura moaned, her thrusts speeding up. “Hope you didn’t like being a virgin, because you’re gonna get your first creampie right… about… NOW!”
With one final thrust, Sakura slammed her dick the whole way into Shizune’s pussy and released her load. As the thick, white fluid flooded Shizune’s insides, she felt her mind fogging up, numbing the pain of her violation while oddly increasing her arousal.
“Her semen… It’s doing something to me…” Shizune thought, fighting to maintain her awareness. “Some kind of… built-in… genjutsu… or something… It’s trying to… control… my mind…”
Had she been at her normal level of strength, Shizune would have effortlessly shattered the genjutsu the second she sensed it. However, not only was she exhausted from her ordeal, but the chakra-scrambling drug was still in her system, leaving her completely defenseless as her mind was rewritten. Prior loyalties, morals, and dignity were all obliterated by the hypnotic effects of Sakura’s cum, replaced with a desperate craving for futa cock and complete devotion to her mistress.
“Yes… I am… Mistress Sakura’s cocksleeve…”
With that silent declaration, Shizune’s resistance shattered and she came, her pussy tightening around Sakura’s cock as she screamed in ecstasy.
“See, doesn’t it feel good to be used like this?” Sakura purred. “All you have to do is submit to me, and I’ll make you feel this good every day. What do you say, cocksleeve?”
Sakura pulled her dick out of Shizune’s vagina, then reached up and tugged the ballgag out of her mouth, expecting to hear the medic-nin either begging to be released or threatening retribution. However, Shizune’s response was something else entirely!
“NO! Don’t take it out!” Shizune screamed, desperation clear in her voice. “I’ll do anything you want, just don’t stop fucking me!”
“What’s this?” Sakura asked, smirking at the writhing mess of a woman in front of her. “For all your screaming and crying, you broke even faster than I expected! I guess I was right about you being a masochistic slut!”
“That’s right!” Shizune moaned, her eyes glazing over as her lust consumed her. “I’m a masochistic slut! I’m a dirty cocksleeve! I’m a useless whore who needs to have her holes stuffed with dick at all times!”
“Oh, this is just too great!” Sakura laughed. “You really are addicted to my cock, aren’t you? Alright then, let me tell you how this is going to work. From now on, you’re going to address me only as Mistress, and you will, in turn, answer only to the name of Cocksleeve. You’ll live in my house, follow every order I give you, and generally act like a perfect sex slave. In exchange for your obedience, you’ll be permitted to have sex with me at least once a day. How does that sound, Cocksleeve?”
“I would lo-EEK!”
Shizune was interrupted as Sakura struck her breasts with a chakra-enhanced slap.
“Bad Cocksleeve!” Sakura yelled, following up with several more slaps. “Only people get to refer to themselves as ‘I’! You are my property, and as such, you will always refer to yourself by your given designation!”
“Cocksleeve is sorry, Mistress!” Shizune cried. “Cocksleeve will do whatever Mistress commands her to do!”
“Much better,” Sakura said, smiling. “Now, before I can officially claim you as my slave, there’s something we’ll need to take care of. You see, there’s another whore by the name of Tsunade who doesn’t know her place yet. Not only does she think she’s a woman instead of a fucktoy, but if she finds out about your new role, she’ll try to separate us!”
Shizune was horrified. It was bad enough that this Tsunade was being forced to live a sad, empty existence without knowing her true purpose, but for her to be so deluded that she would try to take Mistress away from Cocksleeve…
“Don’t worry, Cocksleeve,” Sakura said, giving Shizune a reassuring hug. “If we work together, I think we can help Tsunade understand the truth…”
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Monday
It was nearly one in the morning when Tsunade crept back into the Hokage Tower. Normally, after returning from an event like this, she would have gone straight home to sleep off her hangover so that her head wouldn’t hurt too much during Shizune’s inevitable lecture. This time, however, she had more pressing concerns on her mind.
She had won the tournament.
For most people, winning a poker tournament, especially one as big as the one she’d entered, would be cause for celebration. For Tsunade, however, it was cause for paranoia. She was fully aware of her well-earned reputation for losing bets, and she’d long ago learned that when she experienced a stroke of luck, it meant something very bad was about to come along to balance it out.
“Just a quick check on the paperwork,” Tsunade assured herself. “I’m just going to make sure nothing went horribly wrong while I was out, and then I’m going to go straight to- huh?”
At this hour, the Hokage Tower was supposed to be completely empty. However, to Tsunade’s surprise, light was shining from underneath the door to her office. More concerning, though, were the noises within. Tsunade knew the sound of sex when she heard it, and the sounds coming from inside her office clearly indicated that someone was having a very good time in there.
“So, think you can sneak in here and screw around on my desk when I’m not here?” Tsunade thought, her eyes narrowing. In a split-second, she tore open the door, marched into the room, and froze in shock.
While she had correctly guessed the activity taking place in her office, the identity of the participants was something she’d never expected. A nude Sakura was seated on her desk, leaning back with her legs spread as an equally nude Shizune bounced eagerly up and down on her cock - something she was fairly certain Sakura had never had.
“Wh-what? Sakura?! Shizune?!”
“Welcome back, Tsunade-sensei!” Sakura said happily. “How did your poker tournament go? Don’t worry, Cocksleeve and I have been entertaining ourselves while you were gone. Haven’t we, Cocksleeve?”
“Mmmmph!” Shizune moaned, her exertions causing drool to splash out from the wiffle ball gag in her mouth. Despite the gag, it seemed to Tsunade that both of her apprentices were fully complicit in their current behavior.
“What the hell is going on?” Tsunade yelled. “You two having sex on my desk is bad enough, but where did you get that… that…”
“Cock?” Sakura finished innocently. “Just a little jutsu that my sensei showed me. Do you like it?”
Tsunade cursed to herself; she really should have checked the contents of that box better.
“Okay, that’s enough! Shizune, get off of Sakura right now!”
“You’re not going to get a response out of her like that,” Sakura said. “She only answers to Cocksleeve now, and even if you had addressed her correctly, she only follows my orders. Besides, why would I let my newest slave boss her around?”
“Newest slave?” Tsunade repeated, dumbfounded. “What are you-”
Just then, Tsunade felt something brush against her back and instinctively lashed out behind her. She heard the telltale poof of a Shadow Clone dispelling, and a small glass bottle and a damp rag fell to the floor.
“Nice try,” Tsunade growled, slipping into a taijutsu pose, “but you won’t take me out that easily!” She had no idea what had done this to her apprentice, but she was going to-
“Tear off your clothes,” Sakura ordered.
Tsunade scoffed. “Like hell I’m going to do- wait, what?!”
As soon as Sakura had given the command, Tsunade’s hands had begun moving of their own accord, tearing her robe to shreds. Within a few seconds, the Fifth Hokage stood completely naked in front of her two students.
“How did you-”
“Keep your mouth closed.”
Tsunade’s mouth snapped shut and refused to open, turning the rest of her sentence into unintelligible grunts.
“You really thought I’d try to subdue the greatest medic-nin of all time with just a sedative?” Sakura laughed. “That was just a distraction. The Shadow Clone’s actual goal was to plant a special seal right above your ass. Cocksleeve, would you mind getting up and showing her?”
With reluctance clear on her face, Shizune climbed off of Sakura’s cock, stood up, and turned around, allowing Tsunade to see what appeared to be a tramp-stamp consisting of a letter S surrounded by eight cherry blossom petals.
“Not only does it mark you as my property,” Sakura explained, “but it overrides the part of your brain responsible for decision making, forcing you to obey any commands I give you. It’s even got a couple basic instructions built in to keep you from attacking me, running away, or doing anything else that might stop me from fucking you raw.”
Tsunade’s rage turned to fear. Sure enough, any time she tried to launch an attack or attempt to escape, her body would freeze until she stopped. She was completely helpless to stop her insane student from doing whatever she wanted to her.
“Now, I think we can all agree you need to be punished for interrupting me and Cocksleeve during our lovemaking,” Sakura said sweetly, climbing off the desk. “Approach the desk and bend over it.”
Tsunade tried to fight it, but her legs moved on their own, forcing her to walk to the desk and bend forward, pressing her massive tits against the wooden surface.
“Cocksleeve, equip yourself like we discussed earlier, then join in when you’re ready,” Sakura ordered. “In the meantime, I think it’s time the Legendary Sucker lived up to her nickname, don’t you?”
Tsunade wanted to scream as Sakura lined up her thick shaft in front of her mouth, but her lips refused to part even the slightest bit. That quickly changed, however, as Sakura pressed the tip of her cock into Tsunade’s cheek and spoke a new command.
“Suck my dick.”
Though Tsunade’s lips were no longer stuck together, they still provided no help to her, as they were busy gliding up and down the length of Sakura’s erection. She desperately wanted to bite down on the foul intruder in her mouth, but the command to not attack Sakura was still in effect. In fact, there seemed to be a special punishment in place for that kind of attack, as every time she tried to bite down, the cock seemed to taste better and better. She quickly stopped her efforts, lest she find herself sucking Sakura off of her own free will.
“Not bad for a drunken whore!” Sakura laughed. “You’ve done this before, haven’t you?”
Tsunade grunted angrily and shook her head, causing Sakura to chuckle.
“Don’t bother lying, whore,” she taunted. “I can tell from your technique that you’ve got plenty of experience giving blowjobs. Come to think of it, that gives me an idea for your new name! From now on, you’re going to be called Blowkage!”
As soon as Sakura spoke the new name, Tsunade felt the seal on her waist heat up. She didn’t have time to question what that meant, however, as her attention was diverted by the feeling of something hard and smooth probing the folds of her pussy.
“Looks like your former assistant is ready to join the fun!” Sakura said. “Okay, Cocksleeve, go ahead and stick it in!”
If her lips weren’t currently locked around Sakura’s cock, Tsunade would have roared in indignation as Shizune’s strap-on plunged into her waiting cunt. As it was, the only signs of her rage were a furious look in her eyes and an angry groan muffled by the pink-haired girl’s dick.
“Screaming won’t do you any good, Blowkage,” Sakura said, ramming her cock deeper into Tsunade’s throat. “With that slave brand on your back, you’re nothing more than a fuckdoll for me. The sooner you realize your new role, the better things will be for you.”
Tsunade moaned in frustration, but there was nothing she could do. Her body was completely under Sakura’s control, leaving her helpless to resist as she was spit-roasted by both of her apprentices at once.
“Alright, Blowkage!” Sakura finally moaned, grabbing the back of Tsunade’s head and forcing her to take her whole length. “It’s time you were rewarded for being such a good cocksucker! Get ready, because here… I… CUM!”
As Sakura’s juices poured into Tsunade’s throat, she found herself instinctively swallowing every drop of it. “Must be another effect of that stupid seal,” she grumbled internally. “Either that, or Blowkage really was born to be a stupid cocksucking bimbo after all… Wait, why would Blowkage even think that?”
Tsunade’s blood ran cold as she realized something was wrong with her thoughts. No matter what she tried, she couldn’t think of herself as anything but Blowkage. Even her memories had changed, seeming to indicate she had never been called anything else in her life. True, she knew Blowkage wasn’t really her name, but whenever she tried to remember it, her mind seemed to fog up.
“Shit, something’s wrong! Is this the seal, or does this have something to do with all that cum I drank-”
As soon as she thought about swallowing Sakura’s load, Tsunade realized her breasts and pussy had suddenly heated up with arousal. Whatever was changing her, its intent was clear: to turn her into a willing bimbo fucktoy, happily spreading her legs for Mistress Sakura, letting that delicious cock slide into her slutty cunt to pump her full of-
“No! Stop that! If Blowkage keeps thinking like this, Blowkage will- AARRGH!”
In a fit of rage, Tsunade did the one thing she still had the ability to do: she forced her chakra into a scramble pattern and pulsed it. All at once, the fog lifted from her mind, and her arousal reduced as far as it could with Shizune’s strap-on still pounding her pussy.
“So, it was some sort of genjutsu,” Tsunade realized. “Nice try, but you’ll have to do better than that to break Blowkage! ...Shit, I guess some of the effect is still in place.”
“Oh?” Sakura said, noticing Tsunade had resumed glaring at her. “You’re still not willing to submit?”
Much to Tsunade’s relief, Sakura finally slid her cock out of her mentor’s mouth.
“Blowkage will never submit to you!” Tsunade declared defiantly - or, at least, as defiantly as someone could sound while calling themselves Blowkage. “Blowkage will find a way to remove this seal, and then-”
“Keep your mouth open with your lips in an O shape.”
Once again, Tsunade was cut off by her mouth refusing to obey her will. This time, however, it froze in a position that made her look like an inflatable sex doll.
“Quite the appropriate look for a Blowkage, don’t you think?” Sakura asked. “Still, it seems you need more training after all. Cocksleeve, pull out of Blowkage for a moment. Blowkage, get off the desk.”
As the two slaves complied with their orders, Tsunade wondered what Sakura was planning. She didn’t have to wait long for an answer: as soon as the desk was cleared, Sakura climbed on top of it and laid down on her back.
“Now, Blowkage, get on top of me and stick my dick into your cunt.”
Tsunade blushed and moaned in protest, but she had no choice in the matter. She mounted Sakura and slowly eased the thick shaft into her dripping pussy.
“Damn, you’re a lot tighter than I thought you’d be!” Sakura taunted. “If I hadn’t spent the last few days training my endurance with Cocksleeve, I probably would’ve jizzed the second I put it in! Now, do me a favor and start bouncing on my cock.”
To Tsunade’s humiliation, her hips began moving on their own, forcing her to milk Sakura’s cock with her pussy. Making matters worse, every thrust she made caused her massive boobs to bounce up and down, making her look even more like a mindless sex toy.
“Now that’s what I call a show!” Sakura said, laughing. “Sadly, though, I’ll have to put a stop to it. Keep fucking yourself with my cock, but lay down on top of me.”
Tsunade obeyed, her blush increasing as she felt her nipples press against Sakura’s own. Once she was in position, Sakura reached down, grabbed Tsunade’s ass cheeks, and spread them apart.
“Okay, Cocksleeve! Time for you to be rewarded for your obedience!”
Realizing what was about to happen, Tsunade tried to scream, but was silenced as Sakura’s lips met hers. With her mouth forced open in a degrading manner and Sakura’s tongue swirling around her own, she could only manage a pained sob as Shizune laid down on top of her and penetrated her ass with her strap-on.
Now that Shizune was happily thrusting inside her former mentor, Sakura’s hands were free for other pursuits. Her right hand quickly entangled itself in Tsunade’s hair and pressed her head down, forcing her to return the kiss against her will, while the other began lovingly squeezing Shizune’s ass.
Tsunade, meanwhile, was finding it harder and harder to maintain her resistance. She knew what was happening to her was wrong, but no matter how she tried to deny it, having her holes stuffed by her students felt unbelievably good. When Sakura finally broke away from their kiss, Tsunade briefly found herself missing the feeling of her student’s soft lips pressing against her own.
“Doesn’t this feel good, Blowkage?” Sakura asked, licking Tsunade’s cheek. “You don’t have to worry about paperwork, taking care of the village, working every hour of the day… All you have to do is lay here and obey, and I’ll take good care of you. Just look at how happy Cocksleeve is now that she’s submitted to me!”
Behind her, Tsunade heard Shizune begin moaning happily into her gag, as if Sakura’s approval was more arousing to her than fucking Tsunade’s ass.
“No…” Tsunade thought, trying to regain control. “Blowkage can’t let them get to her like this… Blowkage needs to stay strong…”
Still, she couldn’t quite remember why she was still resisting. After all, Mistress Sakura had a point: as a Hokage, she would be forced to spend most of her time doing paperwork and other silly things. If she just submitted, she could spend her whole life being pleasured like this!
“But the village… Blowkage can’t just abandon the- wait a minute! Blowkage can just give the Hokage position to Mistress, and then Blowkage can stay as a pleasure toy forever! Blowkage is so smart!”
Her moral quandary resolved (and, unbeknownst to her, the last of her inconvenient personality traits purged by the Futanari Jutsu’s effects), Tsunade began happily thrusting against the twin phalluses in her lower holes.
“Well, well, well!” Sakura said, chuckling. “Looks like our little Blowkage has finally seen the light! I think we should reward her, don’t you, Cocksleeve?”
Shizune nodded happily. She was so glad she’d been able to show Blowkage the truth! Now they could both be Mistress’s fucktoys forever! She was going to have so much fun helping Blowkage to worship Mistress’s cock!
“That’s a good Cocksleeve!” Sakura cooed. “Now, when I count to three, I’m going to cum, and both of you are going to join me! One… Two… THREE!”
As Tsunade’s pussy was pumped full of cum, Shizune and Tsunade came together, screaming and wailing as their bodies spasmed in ecstasy. Unbeknownst to either of them, though, one of the functions of their slave brands was to triple the intensity of their orgasms while in contact with Sakura’s dick. As a result, Tsunade’s orgasm continued for nearly a minute after Shizune had blacked out from pleasure and Sakura had emptied the last drop of her cum into her new slave. When she finally finished, she joined Shizune in blissful sleep, both of them dreaming of their Mistress’s cock and many more orgasms to come.
Once both of her slaves were asleep, Sakura used a Substitution Jutsu to escape from under them, then sat down in the Hokage’s chair.
“I’d better get used to sitting here, after all,” she mused. “After all, if Blowkage hasn’t already decided to give me the position, I can always tie her down and deny her orgasm until she agrees to. And once I’m Hokage…”
Really, there were all too many loopholes in Konoha’s ninja laws. As Hokage, it would be all too easy to legally take any kunoichi in the village for herself. If she played her cards right, she might even be able to legalize slavery for select individuals, allowing her to play with her new pets in public.
“The sky’s the limit,” Sakura whispered to herself as she looked out the window. Tsunade and Shizune were just the beginning: soon, kunoichi across the Elemental Nations would learn to obey their Mistress...
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