Chapter 7: Chapter 6 - Sarada

Uchiha Sarada had a simple life.

Her main point of complaint was that she was fourteen, would be a gennin in a few months, and she still never got enough cock.

"Mom!" Sarada huffed, adjusting her glasses for no real reason. "You're hogging again!"

"Mnnn. Mnnnn."

"Mom!" Sharada complained, indignant.

"Give her a break for me Sarada-chan." Naruto said patiently, patting the girl on the head. "It's my fault for starving her."

Sakura moaned loudly around Naruto's cock, as if to agree. She looked up at him as she bobbed, with tears in her eyes.

He hadn't been around for about a week. The Inazuka clan was going through estrus again. In other words, in heat. It was very common that even the Hokage's shadow clones couldn't be seen in such a week. The man was legendary, but such a gauntlet still took all his attention.

Even this morning, he showed up at Sakura's house with his clothes in tatters and reeking of pussy.

And Sakura did her best not to lose to the Inazuka in passion.

She hadn't been able to taste his delicious shaft or even catch his scent buried in her skin. After fourteen years of pounding, she couldn't really handle any sort of dry spell. She was a woman who didn't feel anything from her fingers even if she were allowed to use them.

On the contrary, Naurto's cock had molded her to it's shape, so anything else just felt uncomfortable. But feeling that cock inside of her felt better than ever.

God, she was hungry. She was starved. Her lips sucked the cock in her mouth so tightly that her poor daughter couldn't even make out the scent of their master's precum.

A whine rose up from Sarada's throat.

"Calm down Sarada-chan, ok?" Naruto asked while patting the girl's head.

"I… I don't mean to complain to you, Seventh-sama…" Sarada said, shyly, looking down. Just having him pat her head was it's own kind of reward.

Originally, Sakura had made a lot of fuss about keeping her baby girl away from the slut lifestyle that she was so enamored with. At least until she was of age.

But Sakura generally lost all sense of reason when Naruto teased her. And he was still enjoying such activities fourteen years into their master and slave relationship.

Besides, such things had their limits.

Whether it was the love of depravity that all Uchiha inherited from their ancestor Madara, a mother that begged for cum every day she had been in the womb, or a body that could truly be considered as a mark of genius, Sarada was born to be either a world threatening evil, or a slave.

And looking at the joy of her mother who was owned by cock, Sarada was very happy she was no tyrant.

She didn't start out like that. Her mother, whom Sarada loved as her dutiful parent, had certain flaws.

Sarada didn't blame her. Sarada's mom took care of her even with the absence of her useless father. She was a caring mother seventy percent of the time.

The other thirty couldn't be helped.

Her mother was strong. With that strength came an intrinsic physical need to be a sex slave slut for a man that could overpower her. And her master was so strong that he came with a need to dominate a growing kennel of fertile women he could overpower.

All things considered, by now at least half of the kunoichi forces had her master's spiral mark stamped on their abdomen.

Of course the male shinobi forces could be in a bit of a pickle, but it was not so. The phenomenon was not new, and the world had long adapted.

The thing was, there was nothing intrinsic to make male ninja stronger than women. From ages ago, most shinobi had a preference to find willing maidens amongst the civilian populace. Weak, subtle, smooth women populated konoha by the score. They outnumbered men 4 to 1, seeking a husband.

Simple supply and demand.

To Naruto, Sarada thought, how they all must look. How feeble and petty, no different than meek civilians in his eyes.

The thought made her so happy.

The point was that her mother was not able to chose when and how she succumbed to her lusts. She was a slave to slavery itself, as Sarada understood was only correct.

So they had controlled themselves very well during her upbringing.

"Mommy, why are you panting?" Sarada used to ask when watching her mother grit her teeth behind the counter. Sarada would sit at the breakfast table, kicking her legs. Her mother would be making food in the kitchen and 'Seventh-sama' often stood behind her.

The soft sounds of 'schluck, schluck' and the 'slap, slap' of a mother's pussy receiving it's morning maintenance were a familiar sound to the girl, though the source was unknown.

'Mommy's fine dear, she just ohhhhhh. Mnnnnnn!'

'Mom?'

'Uncle Naruto-sama is just giving mommy a deep massage. A deep, deep, ouuh… so good. So full and hot.'

'Can I have one?'

Sakura bucked and came. She covered her mouth with two hands and collapsed onto the counter while thinking of her innocent little girl having her tiny pussy warped by her master's giant cock. A broken smile on her innocent face. Cum smearing her spectacles, and a wide smile on her face. Sakura tried not to scream, but shook in orgasms for the rest of the conversation.

'When you're older, dear.' Naruto answered instead, steadily thrusting his hips.

'Promise?'

'If you still want it.'

'I do!'

'Silly.' Naruto chuckled. 'It's not that simple. You'll know when you're older.'

'…okay.'

Not only that.

'Mom? Are you hugging the Seventh?'

'Y-Yes dear. And I'm – I'm washing his back. He has a very broad, strong back. And he needs… needs… he has needs.'

Her mother was clinging to the seventh in the bath with her arms around his back. She had a sponge in her hand, but she didn't seem to be moving it over the man's back much. She just held him and thrashed around.

The three of them often took baths together, like a family.

'Then um, then Seventh-sama will wash my hair?'

'I'll… I'll do it after, sweetie.' Sakura gasped with a flushed face. 'Just… just let me finish this. I need this. I'm sorry. I caught his scent when he walked through the door and I - I just need it so bad.'

'Mom's never able to focus after she hugs Seventh-sama.'

'I'm sorry. Ah! Oh! I'm sorry. I'm a bad – there! - Mother. I'm trash. I can't help myself. I'm just a dirty –mmmn!'

'I'll wash your hair, hun.' Naruto chuckled.

'Really? Seventh-sama will?'

'Be good and I'll read you a story later.'

'Y-Yes, Seventh-sama!' Sarada bounced into the bath.

Sakura clutched at her man tighter, grinding her pussy against him with a desperate need that could not be quenched. Every time she thought she couldn't want him any more, all these years later of serving his cock diligently he still pushed her farther. She had been his property within a month. Now, she was a different being. She wasn't a human woman anymore. She was some kind of cum based species.

'Thank you.' She muttered into Naruto's ear. 'You're good to us. You're there for us. I'm yours. Own me. Do me! Fu –mmmnf!'

'Idiot.' Naruto growled, covering the fuck crazed woman's mouth.

'Seventh-sama?'

'It's nothing. When you're older.'

Sarada caught that point.

Seventh-sama said that all the time.

'when you're older.' And 'if you still want it.'

Well Sarada wanted it. She wanted it more than anything.

She didn't care what it was. If it was from the seventh, she wanted it. Maybe it was an official position as the Seventh's footstool. She wanted it.

Other families had a mom and a dad. But she didn't have a dad in her house.

But there was a man.

And the man looked after her mom. The man was reliable and strong. He taught her taijutsu. He tucked her in sometimes. He washed her hair, carried her places, and read the newspaper in the morning, with his coffee.

She was aware that most of the time, the man was a shadow clone of the Seventh Hokage.

But he was there for her and her mother, even if it was just a piece of him.

An eighth of the hokage was still infinitely more presence than her father that was never there.

The average citizen kept their difference from her, feared her blood and temperament, and treated her as if she was from another race. Every success she had, the response was 'is that the uchiha blood? Is that a genius that comes at the expense of one's sanity? Scary.'

But such things were nothing to the seventh. He just said 'not bad' and 'turn your wrist more'.

The Seventh could arm wrestle Susano-o and win. The Seventh could walk up to Madara himself and put him in his place. Nothing Sarada could do would ever frighten him. It couldn't even impress him more than a child's drawing would.

And oh, Sarada was hung up on him. Sarada was greedy for him in every way.

When she was small, she would do anything to sit on his lap. She would do mean things to make him spank her. She would do sweet things to make him pat her head.

She grew up with an unquenchable urge to have him around.

She was smart, and one day she pieced it together.

She had figured out that her mother was a slut for Seventh-sama, and she had felt utterly betrayed by this infidelity.

Her mother hadn't even let Sarada in on it!

Her mother was hogging Seventh-sama again! It made Sarada want to scream. It made Sarada crazy with anger and jelousy.

But Sarada was young and all the young could do was train.

She had gone through a long path. She had trained for her future with excitement and fervor.

She gained purpose. Her days came alive. The jeers of the civilians sounded meaningless and silly.

Those poor civilians didn't get the chance to submit themselves before Seventh-sama's big cock. They didn't have an icecube's chance in hell.

Sarada knew that if she worked hard, and stayed determined, then when she was older she could kneel beside her mother as Seventh-sama's sex pet.

She realized that she was hungry for something from the moment she was born. She realized what it was on her academy graduation day when she snuck into the Seventh's office graduation night.

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'Well…' Naruto had said. 'This is familiar. Don't tell me you're here for the scroll of forbidden seals.'

'I need it. Seventh-sama. I need it. I waited. I'm older. I'm an adult now, just like you demanded I be. And I'm here and I waited so long and I need it so bad. Seventh-sama, be kind....' She said, recalling her mother's lessons on 'sure-fire, cumslut pleading'.

She begged and swayed while pulling off her clothes and crawling onto the man's desk with a depraved grin.

For all her little teasing, Sarada had not gotten her expected paperback romance.

She'd gotten a teasing look instead. She'd been slammed onto Seventh-sama's desk, the air knocked out of her.

For playing at womanhood, he'd made her a little girl under him.

And she had come alive.

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In the present….

"Is it my turn soon?" Sarada asked eagerly, being pulled up the bed to lay beside her master. Her oversized collar dangled loosely. 'Property of Uzumaki Naruto' shone pridely on a polished dog tag.

Naruto sweetly kissed the girl's lips while running a hand down to play with her pussy.

Sarada sighed lovingly into the form that dwarfed her young body. She soon forgot her own question and, like her mother, got lost in exploring the Hokage's body at leisure. She licked her way over his chest, dotting it with kisses. She stared up at his cool blue eyes through her red rimmed glasses, and giggled in pure happiness. "I missed you too Seventh-sama." She whispered. "It's not just mom. I need you too."

"I sometimes wonder about you Sarada-chan." Naruto said with a tone of concern, caressing her flank. "Did I fuck Sakura-chan too much when she was pregnant with you? Or is it the famous depravity of your clan?"

"I love you." Sarada replied with tears in her eyes. "I might be depraved for you and your sweet touches," she explained, "but I love you so."

"Hmmm… good girl." Naruto said, shelving the issue. He felt up her shivering little ass and heard her give a girlish squeal as he slipped a large finger into her tiny pussy. Meanwhile her mother crammed her face down his shaft and hummed in delight.

Naruto formed Kage Bunshin without seals. One stood behind the mother, another stood behind the daughter.

Both of Naruto's sluts wiggled their asses in synch.

"Cute." Naruto judged fondly.

The bunshin behind Sarada, far too large for her slit, chose to perform henge. There stood a young, fourteen year old Naruto in his iconic jumpsuit. Sarada blushed and Sakura sighed fondly. "I kind of want a turn." She sighed wistfully while pumping her master's cock in her hand.

"Hm? You want my 14 year old little boy dick? Are you a little cradle-robber too? You unsatisfied with my real cock Sakura-chan? Is there something wrong with it?"

"Don't say that. Of course not. But that cute 14 year old boy form is also you, and it reminds me of my regrets." Sakura explained. "I was no good to you Master. All those years ago, I should have shoved Sasuke off of that school roof and handed you my panties instead. If I could go back in time…"

Naruto laughed out loud.

"Good girl." He said, "I'll give it to you as you like."

Saying so, he took one hand and grabbed the pinkette roughly by the hair. Her eyes widened in surprise as she was yanked down to gag on Naruto's large cock, tugged back and forth roughly.

Tears in her eyes, she looked up at him through her bangs with a smoky look.

Behind her, a shadow clone shoved his cock into her puckered ass with a single thrust. Fourteen years of this, and Sakura still whited out when he did that to her. But soon she was gasping with a mouth full of force-fed cock, and a hot shaft pounding into her cleaned ass.

Sarada bit her lip in envy. But she quickly transitioned to a moan when she felt the young Naruto's cock slide to the base with a single thrust as well.

Sarada had inherited her mother's trait to briefly lose her mind on that initial fuck. She never knew what she did.

But she always moaned 'Oh, daddy….'

She mumbled it this time into the Seventh's chest.

Daddy huh…

Naruto mused.

He was aware he was a father figure to the girl, though she shared no biology with him.

He had always looked after her as well. He really wondered how she grew up to be such a slut.

But she was happy. She was blissfully moaning, panting, and wallowing in joy.

One day, if she wanted to stop, then he'd let her stop. Naruto resolved to absolutely let her go.

In a way, he was prepared for it to be puppy love or, in this case, puppy lust.

But until then it was cute and earnest. Sarada grinned with a silly expression as she was fucked continuously from behind.

Sarada's collar rattled as she slid up and down her owner's chest. She was a little owned Uchiha bitch. Breeding property.

Yes. She'd repopulate her clan as a cumdump. A sperm receptacle. A baby factory.

As soon as she was worthy to have his child, she'd just never stop.

Sarada panted excitedly as she felt her pebble hard nipples slide over her man's chiseled chest. Her body was in ecstasy. Her moans chorused with her mother's cock muffled grunts and whimpers of submission.

A young Naruto pounded her little teen pussy, filling her up. But she did not look over her shoulder at the version of her master that was her own age, fucking her. Sarada's eyes only traced the original Naruto's every contour. She drowned in his scent, sweat, and loving gaze.

'Forever', she thought as she stared into her master's eyes and came. She gasped as her body continued to shake from the thrusts. She felt her man snake one hand over her little ass and play with her flesh.

She gasped and groaned as she felt Naruto's shadow clone fill her with its seed. Her mother's breathing became progressively hoarse. Sarada slyly hoped that her mother would gag on Master's big cock and passing out quickly. Well, it was natural. Even for an experienced cumdump like mother, if one writhed in ecstasy while gagging on cock the whole time, it couldn't be helped.

Sarada hoped that it would be her turn soon to slide her young body down Seventh-sama's chest, shove her slut mother aside, and take her own time between her master's legs.

Her life was so set. Her future was so brilliantly shining, clear, and real to her.

Forever and ever. Being a cumdump was the best!