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Thankfully, as Kuronobu was a somewhat special case, caring for the rest would not be quite as The odd hand job for Rokuzawa, a burly man from the Inuzuka clan with a broken leg. Whispering dirty things in the ear of an overly-fatigued Hyuuga handmaiden named Ruri, as she furiously fingered herself over the edge a few times. Orally servicing the entire lower half of a woman from the Yamanaka clan, whom Sakura had to listen to prattle on ceaselessly about how great it was that she was dating Ino.

A painfully awkward thing to be thinking about while she full-force rimmed someone who would be her cousin someday. Cross-off, cross-off, cross-off, Sakura moved along at a decent pace through her list. In just a few short hours she was at the bottom of her list, staring at two names.

Not even as a patient, but just in general. Mostly because she had taken an Or, to put it more directly, since she had started walking around with her butt-plugged ass on full display. Someone from another village caught spying, or simply caught and taken for one reason or another. Invariably they would be held in the basement of the mansion, where Tsunade herself would personally interrogate them for hours, days, weeks, even months if necessary, or if she just wanted to.

Sakura sighed. Anko was definitely fucked up enough to do the latter, and not above doing the former for something she reeeaaallly wanted. Second, this seemed Like something stupid that Anko might concievably do to herself by accident. Sakura rolled her eyes, even less sure about Anko than before, and opened the door to her room. Only to find it empty. Sakura almost tore the file in her hands from how hard she clenched it in her hand before turning to leave.

Her hand never made it back to the door handle, as something immediately enclosed around her neck and arms. It was a pair of snakes, and they squeeeezzzzeed to the point Sakura was instantly debilitated, unable to breath, her wrists fused to her sides. Sakura struggled all the same, however, as the older shinobi sandwiched Sakura between herself in the door. A hand forcibly mushed a thick, black bitgag into her mouth, while another went right for her cock, slowly pumping along her never-ceasing erection.

That hand that was previously bitgagging her was now possessively holding her head by her chin. Pressing her lips right into her ear.

Sakura started straining hard enough to make the snakes have to double down or risk being flung off. There it was. The threat. Sakura's thrashing turned to trembling the second Anko mentioned her name. The things she'd do to you. Sakura strained to look over her shoulder and caught the absolutely devilish expression painting Anko's face in her periphery.

Anko tightened her grip around her and MASHED her barely concealed monster of a cock through its fishnet prison right up into Sakura's buttplug-spread ass with a single, emphatic thrust to let her know, in absolutely no uncertain terms, what she was getting at. It was a clear ultimatum of "break your oath and let me fucking rail you, or suffer the full brunt of Tsunade's sadistic creativity," communicated entirely with a single dry hump. Anko's grip was so tight that it was smothering.

Stress can cause the sensation of heat, and as the seconds crawled by, Sakura broke out into a full-body sweat as the older, taller shinobi deliberately pressured her. She couldn't stop trembling as hands roamed to pull at her nipples and pinch at the tip of her cock.

Sakura's teeth sank deeply into the bitgag as got more and more and more worked up. Until suddenly, she stopped trembling. The snake around her neck constricted tighter than she would ever thought she could handle without her head popping off. It was at the point she couldn't breathe now. You don't care that Tsunade is probably going to put actual dumbbells or something in those pretty pierced nipples of yours?

The snake constricted even tighter. Sakura could barely make a noise, but the answer was still the same. She wouldn't break her nindo no matter what! Sakura yelped as Anko abruptly let go, snakes and all, and let the poor Medic-Nin tumble over onto the floor.

Anko snickered as walked backwards and took a seat on the hospital bed that was supposedly hers. You can, ah, take your gag off there, gaki. Sakura became very quiet.

She had become so used to all of the bondage in her life that the fact that her hands were free did not even register in her mind, she had just subconsciously accepted the fact that she was gagged and that was her life until someone ungagged her.

Another for the pile of her troubling thoughts. DO YOU Although, that would imply I ever let him cum in the first place. Sakura facepalmed. I appreciate your concern for my progress, but I have my last patient to see.

Please excuse me. Sakura turned back around, refraining asking how she knew about A, the fact that there was currently a captured prisoner here, and B, that it was her last patient for the day, specifically. Still have sex with you? She took a looooong lick up the side of its bulbous shaft while making direct eye contact. For the first time in months, she was free of the plug. It felt Like that sensation that some students have when they graduate and go somewhere for the first time without their backpack on.

In addition, the sudden removal of the nub that had been jutting into her prostate every second of the past months made Sakura feel like someone had turned her brain off and back on again. Her cock drooped, but only for a moment, as the sight of Anko lovingly lathering her buttplug with that silver tongue of hers genuinely turned her on. Put that gag back in your mouth, then, and come here.

Sakura gulped, took a deep breath, and pulled the bitgag back past her lips. Slotting her teeth back into the grooves they made from before, latching the strap tightly around her head at the base of her pink roots. Sakura could feel her heart beat faster as her red Leaf Village forehead protector was pulled down over her eyes.

Next went her legs, securely tied by her ankles to the bed posts, which, incidentally, were all designed with grooves for the sole purpose of creating points to restrain patients by. Finally, Anko completed her setup by positioning the luxurious, large pillow of the hospital bed under her stomach to raise her ass to an comfortably accessible level. Despite all of the lewdness and BDSM that has taken root in her life, Sakura had had only a few sexual experiences up until now, and even then with Ino.

But Ino was currently on her shitlist for letting it slip that her nipples and septum were pierced, so rather than any shame or guilt, all Sakura could feel right now was excitement from as Anko crawled all over her back and roughly handled her like a sack of potatoes. Her cock drug forward and back along the pillow underneath her, staining white on white as she waited for Anko to mount her. Anko herself was, outside of the occasional grunt of physical exertion, and breathy, aroused chuckle, silent.

No haughtiness, no teasing, no demeaning, just the brief sound of her skirt sliding down and being tossed before the bed creaked under her knees. There was no fanfare, no foreplay, no warning, just the pressing of a huge, phallic object into her gaping entrance. While not as long as Kuronubo, she was definitely girthier with a whopping 6 inch circumference. A fact that mattered It had scaled out to be about the same feeling of an average sized-cock in an untrained asshole--tight enough, but not an impossible fit.

Definitely the makings of a good time in the right hands, and Anko was more than ready to put Sakura through the ringer as she hilted inside of her. Then, and only then did she release her grip and adjust for better leverage, allowing Sakura to suck in half a gasp of air through her bitgag before she began to full-force piston her hips.

The cloth of the bed near her mouth, and the cloth of the pillow her cock was being ground into were in competition to see which could become more moist with the respective fluids Sakura was leaking into them. It was the pillow, as the one thing Sakura had no training for was orgasm discipline. As the medicine to enlarge her breasts, in truth, also deliberately increased her semen production to coincide nicely with the buttplug and prostate training, Sakura had cum freely for the entirety of her training thus far, and so she spurted 3 times into the pillow before Anko had even really gotten started.

The jonin changed her grips several times over the growing minutes of hard anal fucking. Anything and everything, but especially her hair, which elicited no small amount of pained-squealing. She hooked her ankles under and around Sakura's bound, and outstretched legs so she could have the leverage to pound with all of her might.

She even managed to find the time to land a few quick, harsh slaps across her ass cheeks in between. Sakura could feel Anko was getting close as her pace quickened--the impacts from her hips against her ass blurring together with increased speed and frenzied fervor.

Until suddenly Anko gripped down with her ankles and arms harder than even the snakes had previously and forcefully spurted all the way inside of Sakura's warm, twitching hole. Each shot from her fat cock was weighty and thick enough that Sakura could feel the individual strands as they exploded outward inside her hole in rapid succession.

It felt like she was being given another enema from how much there was. Both of them panted heavily as their eyes glazed over in blissful afterglow.

In the time it had taken for Anko to cum once in side of her with multiple shots, Sakura had emptied about 2 dozen single loads into the pillow wedged underneath her, which was now just absolutely soaked through with sticky semen.

A fact that Anko immediately put to good use once when she happened to run her finger against the moist fabric. Before Sakura could even register what was happening, Anko reached underneath her and dragged the semen-soaked-sponge of a pillow up, covering her entire front in a sloppy, wet streak of gential fluid, before smashing her head right into the middle of it and holding it there with both hands as she violently rubbed her face into it.

Anko cackled as Sakura screams were muffled and unmuffled as she let her up for air a second for every 10 she held her down. But that was something Anko had planned on doing either way. No, she put her devious idea into work as she made a few one-handed hand signs and another poof of white smoke left a pair of nosehooks on a string sitting on her slender palm. I was pretty backed up there. And just like that, Sakura was left alone in the patient room. Bound, gagged, plugged, and absolutely soaked in cum, inside and out.

She huffed a blast of hot air through her nose out of irritation, and got to work. An hour, 45 failed escape jutsus, 1 successful escape jutsu, and another shower later, Sakura was descending the stairs into the sub-basement. The weight of Anko's cum weighed heavily in belly as it sloshed around inside of her, trapped by the buttplug. Making walking down the steps just thaaaat much more uncomfortable. No specific instructions had been left with her paperwork, as was per usual.

They were always left in the room with the prisoner, which made sense, but Sakura was dreading how intensive it might turn out to be. Kind of just wanting to go home and pretend that her mom is definitely not going to break her over her knee into a million pieces once she finds out about her nipple piercings from all of the pictures and videos the Kunoichi gang took earlier.

Causing Sakura to sigh even louder. Keys, keys, keys, keys and more keys to unlock the damned thing, a little more of her monstrous strength than she was willing to muster applied annnnd She was mmphing up a storm as she twitched, shuddered, and shook almost nonstop, probably having been there like this for hours at least, days at most Sakura gulped as she looked her over.

One in her mouth, and the other along her twitching shaft. The one on her mouth was a gag, of sorts, although it made her anything but quiet as its mechanisms rapidly thrust a dildo of what Sakura could see as throat-stretching length and girth in and out of her constantly drool-spewing maw. Needless to say, tears were joining the drool trickling down her face.

As Sakura was inspecting the gag, she finally noticed the singular detail that gave away her identity. And there was only one shinobi in all of Sunagakure that Sakura knew with hair like that. Sakura was dumbfounded, unable to say anything. She never would have thought in a million years that someone she had taken the chunin exams with would end up in this room.

She felt hesitation and doubt, but There was a reason for this, one that might be in her medical file and personal instructions that she spied on the desk in the corner. She left Temari to suffer a while longer as she perused the contents. Although her whimpering mmphs seemed to have extra sugar in them now.

Something that she tried to ignore as she looked at the Her mouth is to never be left unfilled. You are to rim her until I return, as she has never had so much as a finger back there before. She will be handling much more than fingers in her very near future, so get to work.

So please excuse me while I attend to your treatment. But medical professionalism is unconcerned with such trivialities. Bedside manner must be upheld Sakura rimmed her in the truest sense of the word, merely dragging her tongue over and around her unloved hole in circles. Her hands squeezing her hips firmly to keep her steady as she got more forceful with her lapping licks over time until Much like the pistoning automatons on her front, Sakura would be just as unrelenting, merciless, and absolute as she fully extended her tongue inside as far as she could manage and pulled back, before pushing back in to tonguefuck her.

It had been about seven minutes since Temari and an elite squad of Sand shinobi had successfully infiltrated Konoha for a covert operation.

Apparently Lady Tsunade had completed a new form of combat medicine that was said to be able to even reseal completely severed limbs in the heat of battle. Something that Sunagakure could desperately use to bolster itself after decades of decline since the previous Kazekage died, taking his secrets of turning sand into gold with him. Temari did not hesitate nor question when Gaara assigned her to this mission.

She was a capable tactician, and her brother needed her to do this for the sake of the village, that was all the reason she needed. Even so Were their espionage skills just so poor compared to the Leaf ninjas, or was this itself a trap? Temari, without looking away from her binoculars, made a gesture with her fingers for one of the squad to advance to a closer position. After a few seconds Temari put her binoculars down to look over her shoulders to see what the hell he was doing.

It had only been nine minutes since infiltration. She adjusted her stance on the bran-. Temari let out a strangled choke of a scream as a leathery coil all but crushed her windpipe. Her trained, knee-jerk reaction to reach for a kunai resulted in her finding that her wrists were in the middle of being VIOLENTLY pulled in opposite directions by a pair of rope loops yanking them into a box-tie position.

Temari struggled like a fish caught on a line as she felt a pair of breasts stab into her back. Her captor revealed her presence to deftly a spider web of rope along her folded arms to immovably fuse them to her back.

Her subduer was not shy around TIGHTLY framing said spider web around her breasts through her clothes with a series of four, meticulous winds each of its length.

Temari then felt leather pouches being forced over her hands, and tied over her wrists. This whole time she had been forced to stand upright. No amount of jerking around got her any leverage. Apparently the massive snake around her neck had firmly tethered itself to a higher branch on the tree. Who's next move was to gag her it seemed, as Temari saw a pair of hands reach around her periphery to pull back a leather bitgag against her mouth. She, of course, resisted, but involuntarily opened her mouth eventually as the snake tightened harder and harder around her throat.

At this point her vision was going blurry and her legs were starting to give. As if knowing this, the taller, female snake-user that was behind her pulled Temari back towards the tree and rested her on her lap.

Temari leaned back against her as consciousness was literally being strangled out of her. As she did so, she finally caught a glimpse of her face: it was Anko Mitarashi. As if it would be anyone else. Temari immediately began choke-gasping for air around her bitgag, barely noticing as Anko snaked her legs around hers to force and keep them on either side of the tree branch.

Replacing the snake with the crook of her right elbow around her neck, Anko used her free hand to freely play with Temari's toned, exotic body. Going for her breasts first, with the intent of working downwards. Drool already spilling over down her chin.

You are quite a catch, Temari of the Sands. WhatEVER could bring you to our little neck of the woods, hmm? Temari's quad-tails brushed against Anko's chin as she winced and struggled. Suddenly she felt her head being wrenched back. Anko forcibly made her intentions of mushing her face into those golden puffs of immaculate hair known, as she indulged herself, huffing in the clean scent like it was an inhalant drug. So fresh! With hair like this, and a face like that, you have it all, girl.

Now then. Owo What's this? She was now wishing she had taken that chance to plummet to her death, if only to escape this fresh hell of sexual-meme-assault on her person. Anko was not only a disgusting pervert but also just And the little puffs of warm air that Anko was breathing down her neck made her twitch. Concerns of being killed melted into the need to cum. All the renewed vigor she put into her frantic struggling did was make her run out of air that much faster.

Yet it felt like her orgasm was rising inversely with her fading consciousness. When she had completely tired herself out, with things like the shapes in her vision stopped making sense, that hand jerking her off was her entire world. For a brief period, that sensation was the only thing that mattered. Jussssst as she passed out, she felt an overwhelming sense of bliss unlike any she had experienced.

It felt so good that she was actually tearing up as she went limp against Anko. Who gently kissed her head, and converted her stranglehold into something that resembled more of a hug. Let it allll out. Tsunade is going to have sooo much fun with you. Her hearing went before her vision, which treated her with the brief sight of Anko licking off the multiple ropes of cum that had spilled over her fingers.

Only the vague idea that she was being moved. Time was a laughably incomprehensible notion to her at this point, and yet it still moved forward all the same. Temari suddenly twitched to consciousness. The myriad sensations began to slowly divide into distinctive feelings. Soreness, tightness, and restriction.

She was naked, on the floor and folded over. Countless loops of rope were biting into her skin to keep her that way. May 8, San Diego Entertainer.

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