Capítulo 18: Chapter 18 - Onsen 6(Ino)
Ino could hardly remember a time in which Master hadn't been inside of her.
She knew there must have been a time when she did not belong to him, but she didn't care. A pre-Master life had no relevance to her now.
He was in her now, and he'd never leave, and that was fine by her.
She wanted him. She only wanted him.
And she wanted only him.
Endlessly.
But she was just a little Medical Ninja.
Just Master's little Nurse bitch. She couldn't handle all of his cock pounding her non-stop for so long.
Her whole body ached.
He'd slammed her female body into the Onsen wall, fucking her there for what felt like ages. He even dared to fuck her for the whole walk to his own private room. She thought she'd go crazy when she noticed the ease with which he supported her weight. He truly manhandled her body like a toy.
And he was so brazen as to fuck-walk her openly in the Onsen establishment.
Perhaps it was because every step kept jostling Master's thick cock inside of her, but Ino felt herself truly become more and more accepting of the fact that she was being paraded through the halls, naked.
Her blushing face was buried in Master's neck, and her cunt squeezed and shivered in orgasm.
She had to bite his hard shoulder to muffle her groans.
Of all the Rookie 11, she was by far the most daringly dressed. She had always worn sleeveless blouses that were two sizes two tight, and daringly cut to expose her midriff.
After all, rarity created value. For her body to be the treasure that she knew it to be, her luscious curves had to stay hidden.
Pervert! Shameless!
No self-respect!
Those were the insults she would have flung at such an act.
Yet when Master did it, oh, how wonderful.
What an honor to be paraded through the halls on his cock - in his arms.
She rejoiced at the thrill of trying to keep her kimono on... to hide the shame of how she was bounced on extra-marital cock.
Yet if she'd been sane, she wouldn't have worried about her kimono sleeves sliding down one shoulder, leaving her lewd breasts semi-exposed. For her cries of pleasure that echoed down the halls shamelessly would be the more natural concern.
But she hadn't been sane for a long time now.
His cock was too thick and hot inside of her. Whenever it pressed against her womb her brain turned off right away.
She was his toy. Master's toy.
The kimono which had valiantly stayed half-on for the whole expedition from the Onsen to Naruto's private suite, finally gave up the ghost and fell from her body.
She heard him kick the door open and she felt him lock lips with her.
Oh, the joy. What an honor. He took her over the threshold into his private room. She wasn't going home tonight. She wasn't going to her own suite with her husband.
And that was a good thing. Surely she wouldn't have reacted to Sai in the same manner. In fact even her husband hadn't carried her over the threshold bridal style. They had walked in hand in hand - equals.
At the time it had seemed terribly romantic.
Looking back on it, at all seemed so false and pedantic.
In her mind, Ino could imagine the two versions of herself entering rooms side by side.
Her pretentious past self would look over at her current form in horror, she knew.
But she would go to sleep gnawing her teeth in envy.
For underneath that fake masquerade of a strong, independant kunoichi, she was just an animal. She was an under-serviced, pent up, curvaceous, vivacious, bundle of hormones in the prime of her life.
And the sight of her present-day self, thin arms dangled around the shoulders of such a masterful man, fingers twitching from little orgasms, would have penetrated straight through that faux-femnism. Much less how her legs were acrobatically splayed around Master's waist, crossed behind his back as he bounced her sweaty, heated form on his cock with every step. Even the sight of Master's muscular, veiny hands digging into the flesh of her sweaty ass-cheeks would have driven old Ino wild.
Now Master stole her away to his private room. He carried her over the threshold with his cock buried deep inside.
And this, somehow, felt like her real honeymoon. It supplanted the old, sterile memory in her mind.
Sai was scrubbed clean from that place as if Master's bulbous cock-head against her cervix were rearranging her brain with every jolt of pleasure.
And with a start, Ino realized why Master would not listen to her pleas to be gentle. Why he would not heed her pleas to be more gentle with her.
He did not listen because those were empty words.
She had submitted herself and he would throw her down onto his bed and take her beyond her limits.
Soon Master had tugged her face away from his shoulder. Her pert ass felt cold from the loss of one of his hands, but she loved the feel of him pulling her hair. No longer able to hide her moans int he crook of Master's neck, she gasped into the open air briefly before her lips were captured once more. Soon she realized that Master was sucking her tongue. He gave her an insistent, bruising kiss and sucked her tongue as if he were drinking it. It was like a symbol of their whole relationship.
Oh, the sensuous ecstasy. She groaned into his mouth.
It was like the sweetest darling love letter.
Her body couldn't come any more - just couldn't - oh, spare your little Nurse bitch Master.
And yet with a simple kiss she wanted him all over again. She wanted him to rail her already sore pussy even if it broke her to pieces.
Thank god Sai was such a limp dick.
Oh how she had cowed that man. He couldn't handle her.
She was too much woman for him. What equality among sexes? She had been the boss of their relationship, plain and simple.
And thank god she had suffered through neglect upon neglect, her body thrumming every day with mounting dissatisfaction.
Else she wouldn't have a lifetime of pent up breeding-lust to keep her hips bucking for Master.
Just when she thought she would blank out, he slapped her thigh or her cheek with a stinging, masculine strike.
It was not a little play slap. It was a real punishment that turned her head aside, or else jiggled her stinging ass cheeks.
It was the kind of strike that the old Ino would would have seen as grounds to call the Military Police.
Demanding. Masterful.
Far from filling her with revoltion, the strike made her moan like a whore and revitalize with energy.
Ino's eyes rolled back in her head. Her platinum blonde hair that was always kept so meticulously in fashion now stuck to her sweaty skin, or else splayed wildly around her.
Master pressed her onto a futon. The thin mattress was all that separated her from being fucked into the floor like the bitch she was.
A deep part of her wished he would would push her into a cold floor. She wished he would find a patch of dirt and just fuck her in the wild. She wanted to breed with her back pressed uncomfortably against the bark of a tree, naked and unconcerned with civility.
But he was so nice to her, finding a little futon to fuck her on.
It seemed so miraculously romantic and caring of Master, that she wanted to blush in delight.
There would be time, maybe, to have every other fantasy played out under her Master's guidance, she knew.
For now his cock was still buried deep. Had been buried in her ever since he had claimed her in the Onsen.
He had fucked her from behind against the Onsen wall. He had cum in her, claimed her, stolen her from her husband.
And he had not gotten soft. Miraculously still hard, her new man had spun her around, amid her gasps and moans, on his bitch-splitting cock, and fucked her into the Onsen wall with her ankles behind her head.
And he had kept fucking her, her pussy drooling his cum in a telling trail of evidence along the way, as he fuck-walked her into the Onsen hall. As she screamed shyly into her Master's shoulder.
He carried her as if she was a feather. He manhandled her with an easy power that drove her ever wilder.
He hadn't stopped even when he had paused to make inquiries with one of the Onsen attendants, asking for handcuffs and silk wraps and a long bar he could use to tie three little breeding sows to. He had fucked her by lifting her whole body through his grip on her ass. His two powerful palms on her ass bounced her as if he were bouncing a featherweight child on his knee.
His long, thick, never wilting cock had been invading her body and mind for uncountable time. Regardless of place.
Would he ever stop?
He would never stop.
She was his bitch his cock would be a part of her now. Grinding into her cervix forever. Bliss forever. Moaning and screaming forever.
Ino felt her hips raise as her Master leaned down into her. His chest pressed down. Her breasts, covered in a sheen of sweat and tinged pink through the heat remaining from the Onsen, became cushions for her Master's chest to rest on. She felt his chiseled form press her down into the futon. Her hips raised on their own. Her legs dangled around his powerful thighs. Her feet twitched with every luscious thrust. His monster cock deliriously pressed down onto her womb deep inside.
"This is called a mating press." Naruto growled into the blonde wife's ear. His husky, passionate voice sent shivers down Ino's spine. "Get used to it."
"Oooh! Uuhhhhh!" Ino groaned, her eyes rolling back. Her back tried to arch but she was so suppressed by her dominator's hard body. She could only drool and cum, her lips pressed together lewdly as if even now she wished to suck his cock. "M-Maste - eek?!"
She felt a pop, deep inside.
Master's cock-head had pried open her womb. The bulbous mushroom head had invaded the last sanctuary of her body.
And Yamanaka Ino's whole uterus shivered in delight.
Her thighs shivered.
Her whole body shivered.
She threw her head back but couldn't scream. She made little unintelligent noises and trembled.
Naruto smiled and leaned down to kiss his new girl on the chin. "You're amazing." He told her. His gravely voice echoed throughout her empty mind. "You're such a slut. You're really special."
Slut rattled around in Ino's head.
"A…. A… U…"
"Do you feel me?" Naruto's deep voice asked her.
Slut felt him. Slut could feel him stirring up her womb. Her womb was already packed by his ejaculate and now his cock, too, was stirring that mixture. Her womb was singing in joy.
Slut could feel his fat bulbous head grinding against the back of her womb.
Slut's pussy squirted like a sprinkler, messing up Master's thighs.
"Breathe." Master hissed. "Breathe for me. Good girl. Come now."
Master gently took sluts breasts in his lips. He suckled on slut. He teased slut's already hard nipple. He bit and chewed gently, and tugged insistently. He manhandled slut's other breast like he owned it, for he did.
And Master ground his dick purposefully into the back of slut's womb.
Slut remembered to breathe.
"Guh! Ah! Ah! OooooOoohoohhhh! Auuh! M-Mashter! Master Master!"
"Good girl." Naruto smiled gently. "Do you know where I am?"
"Ah! In slut's. Ah! Womb. In slut's womb. You can't! It's so good. It's so good. It's so good!"
It was beyond any reason. She was a medic nin and she knew her biology.
Both the pleasure and the pliability of her womb - both were unscientific.
Morphine paled in comparison to this. Her brain should be fried from all the orgasmic lights dancing behind her eyelids.
"Only I can do this to you." Naruto told her. He had always loomed over her, but now he seemed like a giant. She quailed under his dominance. "Never forget that Ino. Sai may have been your first, but your womb has given up it's virginity to me."
"Ah! Ever since Master fucked slut past one Oh! One inch, all the rest was slut's virginity. Ah! Slut swears."
The distant, mud-covered memory of Sai atop her was fading rapidly from her mind. It seemed gross, now, giving herself up so cheaply to a polite effeminate 'man' with a pretty face and a little flaccid prick.
That was not Sex. His limp dick wasn't even able to break her hymen. How could it be sex?
This was sex. Being under this bundle of hard, corded muscle. Vicious blue eyes. A cock thicker than her wrist. Stamina of the Gods.
She was already drooling from her pretty pink lips, and she knew that this was real sex.
Naruto chuckled.
"Cute girl. All right. It's such a shame that you went so neglected all these years. It's so laughable when you consider the god-given talent you have as a woman. You could deep throat me on your first try even though most women are gagging before even handle half of my length, and now your cervix has followed suit. Can you feel it? Can you feel your womb trying to milk me dry?"
"Uuuuuh!" Ino grunted, shaking. "It's so good. So good. I'm going crazy! Is - Uhn! - Is Master a God?" She asked, almost afraid. "Is Master a Monster?"
"I am a monster." Naruto agreed. "For years I was called it, and I became it in truth. But hey, that just makes me a better ninja. After all, we are those that stole the power of Chakra from the God Tree. Many of us, and certainly the Uzumaki, share some fraction of blood with Kaguya. Whether 1/100th or 1/200th, we have some blood from beyond the stars. We are all that little bit monster. You, I think, more than most." Naruto growled. "Feel how your cervix is sliding up and down my shaft. Aren't your lips puckered as if you're slurping cock? But you're not. That's your womb that's greedily sucking. You are amazingly lewd. Your lips and your womb were both made to suck cock. You were built for sex. You were born for sex."
Indeed, slut realized. Her slutty pink lips were twitching in phantom sympathy. Puckered and sucking. Slurping. Lovingly guzzling.
Because that was what her cervix was doing.
Her desperate, starving cervix was finally being fed the inches of fat cock that she needed. She could feel the lips of her pussy spread wide and sore but she could also feel the pink muscle of her cervix kiss and suck wetly as Master's meaty shaft fucked her releentlessly. The back of her womb was throbbing in ecstasy from the constant pounding. This stud was even stretching out her poor womb, and her poor womb couldn't be more delighted.
The pleasure was so far beyond human that she kept forgetting to breathe.
Master spanked her ass and she gasped. Her basketball-sized breasts heaved and jiggled as she gulped down lungfulls of air.
Slut was built for sex.
Slut was born for sex.
The thoughts echoed through Ino's mind.
She must not be all human. She didn't know how the Yamanaka ancestry lines lay, but this was not sane.
Surely, this couldn't be normal human pleasure. A cervix was supposed to protect the womb, not invite an intruder in. She should be in pain, but instead a see of pleasure deeper than the ocean met her. A pleasure bone-deep and profound, that was too grand to exist in this world.
Master was right. Not only was he a monster and a beast. She was the same kind of monster, and the two of them were breeding as nature intended.
She was cumming so hard. The futon was swampy with a mix of her and Master's juices as her over-stuffed pussy wan again gifted with his copious seed.
"Only I can do this." Naruto said, trailing kisses down the panting Yamanaka's throat. "Anyone big enough can try to pound a womb. Only I can bring you alive. Only I can make your cervix soft and eager."
She could feel it. She could feel him softly thrusting in and out of her womb. She could trace the veins of his shaft as it slid effortlessly through her sucking cervical muscles.
Naruto kissed her. "You belong -"
"To you." Ino breathed. She didn't even wait to hear the end of the order. She didn't know why he kept insisting. Did he think she didn't know? Did he think he hadn't fully claimed her back in the Onsen? There was nothing more to claim, she thought. She was his. All his. How could she convince him that she was utterly his? It was insulting to presume otherwise. "I'm yours!" She gasped. "I'm slut! I love you! I was built for sex!"
"Get ready. I'm going to really fuck you now."
"Oh god oh god oh god!" If he was going to start really, truly fucking her, then she was frightened to know what he called the ruthless plundering sex she had been enduring until this point.
She was already a Jounin. She only imagined that a civilian woman would be fucked to a happy death by this point.
And he was.
Still.
Fucking.
Her.
Ino groaned in madness and orgasm and womanly lust.
"Tell me what you want!" Naruto growled as he began slam fucking her.
Ino went briefly blind with pleasure. Her whole world went pure white as if she had stared at a flash-bang.
Her pussy lips were spread. Her womb's lips were spread. He was fucking her twice with every thrust and he kept punching a spot in the back of her womb that made her toes curl and her clear blue eyes begin to cross.
And she howled like a wolf. She groaned and thrashed and begged.
"M-Maaate meee! Stud meeee! Mate me mashteree! Ah! Ah! Ohhh! Ohn! Gah! Breed me! Mate me! Fuck my womb! Oh! God!"
Ino howled incoherently as the Seventh Hokage's monster cock pounded her womb.
Naruto smiled down at her savagely, and she moaned in lust. No, she had already been moaning. He was still pumping that delicious cock into her. His thrusts stirred up the hot white jizz that he had already previously seeded her womb with, sloshing it around inside of her.
The pleasure burned so hotly in her mind that she started to black out. He gave a stinging backhand to his slut. She gasped and felt both body and mind snap back into focus. By master's command alone, she continued to fuck and gasp and beg.
Her womb stretched and her cervix sucked like a whore.
And he was still fucking her. Would he ever stop fucking her?
He had been fucking her so long. He would never stop.
She was his slut and she was made for fucking and he would just never ever stop until she died as a victim of death by consecutive orgasm.
There was a knock on the door. Ino didn't even hear it.
Even if what's-his-face came in she wouldn't stop clawing weakly on Master's back.
Hinata let the person in.
She sounded female so Ino didn't care.
If it were a male and Master gave a care, then Master would decide. Her naked form was owned by Master so he would have to call the shots.
If he wanted to fuck her in the middle of town, then he had but to spank her on the ass and give her a demanding look.
If he wanted her to drop the medical supplies she was carrying to get on her knees and suck him off in the middle of a hospital hallway then he had but to crook a finger at her.
If he wanted her to call a meeting as clan head, of all the prettiest Yamanaka women for him to tame and breed right in front of all the poor Yamanaka men, then his will be done. She would be first.
Let her clan see their matriarch for the cocksleave she was. Let them jealously watch what a real man was capable of doing to a woman.
If he wanted her to throw away her glamorous clothes and live like a nun she would do it.
If he wanted her to wear the sluttiest lingerie that would come apart with a tug underneath then she would do it.
Anything he wanted.
Any time he wanted.
Any way he wanted it.
"O-Oh my." Came the breathy voice.
Someone had opened the door.
Ino was distracted by Master switching to shorter, quicker thrusts that battered the back of her womb deliciously.
It was not until an unknown time later when he switched back to long, powerful strokes that Ino could again put two thoughts together. She felt another masterful slap that turned her face to the side. This brought her mind back to her. And then she saw the woman in the doorway.
"Don't faint." Master growled. "Do you see her? You're being fucked in front of a stranger."
"Uhn! Uhn! Yesh Sir!" She groaned.
"You're being bred like a bitch in front of a stranger."
"Y-Yeeeeeesh!"
"You're mine!" Naruto growled.
Ino wanted to sob.
Master had claimed even her womb? What did he actually want her to say?
She was his. She was his. She was his.
Was he really worried that she could ever even think of turning from him? Did he even fear 1% that she would turn back to her cold, loveless marriage?
She was his. She was his. She was his.
"Oouh! I'm yours! Aaah! I'm yours! I'm yours! I'm your Yamaaka Bitch! I'm slut!" She breathed hoarsely.
"Tell her that." Naruto demanded, his hips pumping the long veiny shaft that was plundering her pussy. His shaft was slick with their combined juices, releasing a debauched scent whenever he pulled out of her, and a throaty groan from his bitch whenever he plunged in.
Ino's mind swam.
Her pleasure addled mind began to work
"I'm his slut!" She managed between ecstatic moans. She addressed the Onsen attendant in the doorway. "I'm his -Oooouhhh - bitch!"
"Are you married?" Naruto growled.
"Yes! I'm cheating!" Ino gasped. "I'm a cheating bitch! My husband can't satisfy me! Now I"m married to Master's big cock!"
A plain woman.
That's what Ino thought of the attendant.
The woman's slack jaw and fevered gaze told Ino all she needed to know.
And it distantly occurred to Ino that she'd gone full circle.
She had been on the side, standing slack jawed in the highest office of the land, watching as one of Master's sluts, bound and gagged, had given zero shits that an unknown woman had entered the room. The slut did not receive the order to stop and so lovingly bounced on Master's magnificent cock. She had gone home to her impotent husband and lived a hollow, , distracted, bland, life of maddening frustration.
Now she was the one on her back, pinned and bred.
Ino had become that slut, servile to Master's magnificent cock. Ino had become the submissive that was used like a toy. The submissive that was so utterly grateful for it that she would nuzzle his neck adoringly even as he debased her before a stranger.
And the nameless, unfortunate soul who had entered would now be subject to the same lusty dreams Ino had endured herself.
The poor bitch at the door would have to fantasize every waking moment, and relive this sight with every restless dream. Distracted. Empty. Yearning.
Wondering what was missing from her life when the answer was: Master.
Her frustration piling up and up until one day the nameless woman would betray her husband. Betray her pride. Betray her social justice. Fuck equality. Being a bitch was so good.
Fuck being a strong woman. Once upon a time she would stand arms akimbo and try to keep people in line. She would nag and order.
She had thrown it all away. For being a cumdump was so divine.
Watch me. Ino thought in a daze. Watch me take this huge cock. You can only see the base you ignorant bitch. You don't even know that he's got the rest of it buried deep in my womb. You have no idea the places he's reaching inside of me. He's touching spots I've never even felt before. He's awakening endurance I didn't think I had. You poor bitch. Don't you wish you were a slut like me? Don't you wish you were cheating on your husband with a real man like this? Don't you wish you were pretty enough, strong enough, lewd enough, woman enough, whore enough?
Go home and agonize over your husband's small dick. Feel your dissatisfaction erode your sense of morality.
Get a little slimmer. Get a lot fucking hotter. Do something with your fucking hair so that Master has something to grab.
Then come back crawling on all fours in the sluttiest lingerie you can find. And pray it's all been enough for this godly man to so much as look at you. And take a fucking ticket because waiting for Master's pity fuck is better than anything you'll ever get at home.
Ino had come full circle.
She had graduated from dutiful wife to something better and more womanly.
Master dumped another hot load of cum into her womb, and Ino blacked out.
Master struck her slutty ass viciously. It took him three strikes to revitalize Ino.
Ino thanked him and kissed him, and nuzzled his neck as she hoarsely groaned.
Master was. Still. Fucking. Her.
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