Chapter 21: Chapter 21 - Onsen 7

The plain Onsen Attendant had loaded a tea tray with shaking hands.

She felt truly honored when she first heard that the Hero of the Nation - if not the world - would be coming to them for his precious vacation.

God only knew their little Onsen could use the business. Poor father had retired from active duty some time ago, and he had only been a Chuunin. The pension had never been enough and father was a shell of a man after the passing of mother.

But Nabiki assured her that to have the whole establishment fully reserved for the Seventh and his retinue would keep them afloat for months.

And then the sounds of crashes from the baths. She wasn't sure what to do. Would Seventh-sama pay for the damages?

She couldn't ask him. He was a hero. He was so far above her, and all these old wooden boards. He was from a different, glamorous, busy world. She may as well be a country girl facing a big city boss.

Of course, she thought. Of course he had brought along companionship.

He was a man among men, and had needs of a man among men.

Though… she was sure they had booked for 3 distinct marital pairs.

Oh my.

Amidst the lewd sounds that could be easily heard, two of the boys came out - one of them badly beaten. Such violence was foreign to her, and her already racing heart beat a little faster.

She handed the injured boy a compress and first aid kit.

And she made certain not to ask for the whereabouts of his young pink haired wife.

Nor did she ask the other boy where his bombshell blonde was.

They were with a man, not a boy.

She could hear the screams of lust and, above all, completion.

They all could, even while the boys were walking away.

Those cries of completion. Those terribly lewd, improper cries that made her feel dizzy.

Screams of lust that so clearly signaled climax after climax, as if she could keep count along with the women.

No, no, no.

It was improper to listen in.

But anywhere the waitress went it felt like she could hear the echoes, and she had her responsibilities to Seventh-sama.

She finally took a deep breath and knocked on the door.

An elegant naked woman answered the door, unabashed. It was Uzumaki Hinata. Her soft vermilion eyes looked mysterious as if they could reflect one's soul. Her long raven hair cascaded softly around ample, gravity defying breasts with slutty, inverted nipples. Her poise was undeniable. She was pristine and Queenly.

But what struck the attendant more than anything was, first of all, the scent.

The scent of a man and a woman struck her.

Then, the lewd sounds of a thoroughly fucked woman. Not simple moans and groans.

No.

The hoarse gasps for air. The gravely, loud, reckless groans of a woman on the brink of sanity. Every moan was fused with a desperate gasp of air. Every curse was mixed with a plea for both mercy and desire. "Oohhhh God, Fuuuck! Fuckfuckfuck! Uh! UH!" Ino cried, groaning senselessly.

And, also, the attendant could hear the actual sounds of sex itself.

Frothy, bubbly, sloppy.

Violent.

Such a tempo.

She peeked to see a sight which would stay with her forever.

An upturned ass pressed heavily into the futon. And a pair of dangling, thin, sweaty legs. That was the most she could make out of the woman. Along with two thin arms desperately clawing at the man above, begging for purchase.

And the gleaming cum-stained wedding band that lay on her ring finger.

From this angle the attendant could see a plump female ass directly upwards. Pink pussy lips gaped as if the woman's body was made of an elastic material. An impossibly wonderful shaft pounded down, down, down into her.

Pounding her with slaps over and over.

The white ass of the woman was turning pink from the repeated slapping of hips.

The man's balls lewdly spanked that ass. The pussy on full utter display quivered constantly and gave up spray upon spray of juices as if in offering to her God. White semen bubbled and oozed out along side as Seventh-sama pumped an already full pussy to an overflowing degree.

And the man, Seventh-sama, eclipsed the woman.

He hunched over her. His broad, muscular back made the attendant lose her breath. He pumped down as if he was drilling for oil. A mixture of love juices indeed spilled out over and over, only to be replaced as he growled and seeded the womb of his teammate's wife.

It was no wonder the blond woman was being driven insane. She could not see either party's face. They were only a soft womanly ass being ruled over by a muscular dominating man.

But that was more than enough to drive the attendant insane with jealousy. She could only dream of such heights of satisfaction.

Every time the woman came, her soft pale ass had shuddering contractions spraying some of this excess cum onto her own body. She was becoming a cum-soaked, semi-conscious mess and by the sounds of it, she was loving it.

The blonde woman had already been seeded to such an impressive degree that it leaked out of her pussy's tight seal on Seventh-sama's huge cock. Her cunt dragged lewdly along the shaft as he pulled away, as if the inside of her tight pussy was being dragged ever so slightly out, before being pounded back into rightful shape.

Yet he still fucked the Yamanaka woman relentlessly. Rather than have his seed go to waste on the satin sheets, he had put the poor woman's ankles by her head, lifting her pert ass high. The cum that leaked out of her well fucked pussy drooled down her smooth tummy in a river.

Even though the Yamanaka woman was married. Even though the woman's voice was cracked and hoarse.

Even though a female attendant had just been let in the door.

Lord Naruto-sama had neither turned nor flinched. He was as unshakable as a mountain.

And he was built like a god.

In fact he even demanded his Yamanaka whore confess openly about her adulturous sin.

The female attendant had to stand there in the doorway, holding a tray of green tea and a few sweets, listening to the blond beauty confess all her whorish devotions toward the Lord Hokage that was plowing her so savagely.

"Thank you." Hinata said. "For the tea."

The attendant looked down. The tea tray had long since been taken from her hands, but her hands had remained frozen in place as if holding empty air regardless.

How long had she been standing there, gawking blankly?

Meanwhile… Sakura, naked and impatient for her turn underneath their master, was in the background viciously digging through a suitcase and muttering under her breath. "Fucking Ino-pig. Lucky bitch. She's always such a lucky bitch. Can I seriously not get away from her? I like Sasuke so she has to fight me. I get stolen from Sasuke by Master so she has to be stolen from Sai by Master. Everywhere I go that blonde bitch is there competing with her stupid bigger tits and her fucking normal sized forehead. Am I cursed? Hinata! Have you seen my shackles?" She cried loudly.

"You put them in with your nurse outfit." Hinata answered calmly. "And if you're feeling threatened in your position as his number one extra-marital side-woman… then you simply have to show your pride as a senior sex slave. You're the sempai, you know." Hinata reprimanded gently. "You should guide and support our new slave sister."

"That's right. That's right. I'm his number one cheating wife." Sakura said in a fever. "My body won't lose. My insides have been molded to contort to Master's cock. Ino-pig is just twitching around like a novice. She's never even served a real man before, so she's just thrashing senselessly. She has no experience shaking her hips in service. She doesn't know how to stay conscious through the pleasure. Poor Master has to bother himself and keep spanking the stupid bitch awake." Sakura said angrily as she began to affix a pair of black metal manacles upon her thin wrists.

That these beautiful women seemed to be entirely used to the glass-shattering howls of pleasure echoing out from the adulterous breeding activities occurring within the same room.

They treated the lewd and vigorous sounds of rough sex as if it were background music at a club.

This fact only drove the attendant even wilder.

They seemed totally calm and adapted.

Then… they had this kind of thing all the time?

She was a thin, plain, attendant and a widow. She was lucky if she got off once a week.

She would have crawled through hot coals just to kiss the Seventh-sama's balls. And these women could get such pleasure just by crawling over on hand and knee, and begging a little?

"You can leave now." Hinata repeated gently to the attendant.

The attendant grit her teeth madly. She remembered to breathe. "Oh." she said. "Y-Yes. Is there anything else you'd like? Lady Hyuuga? Lady… Uchiha?" She asked of the pinkette.

"Cock." Sakura growled around the collar in her teeth, trying to squeeze herself between the fucking pair. "I'd like cock. Cock and cock and cock. I'm cleaned up for my Master, so I'd like some cock. I've cleaned and lubed my ass for Master, so I'd like it if Master would stuff my needy guts with his beautiful cock. I want to slurp on cock. I want to choke on cock. I want to drown in cum. I want cock to pull my pussy inside out. I want cock. I want cock!" She declared

Though she seemed to be throwing a tantrum, Naruto had long made a point to not respond to such antics. He did not so much as turn to chastize the pinkette, for even striking the slutty woman would fill her with far more delight than the emptiness of being ignored.

In fact the more her Master ignored her, steadfastly fcuking the new conquest on the floor below him, the wilder and more needy Sakura became.

Sakura didn't just want him inside of her, she wanted his attention. She wanted to reflect in her master's eyes. She wanted everything from him, but he wasn't giving her the time of day.

"Sakura!" Hinata chided. "Manners. Excuse us." She said with a bow, before hurrying off to restrain her fellow sex slave.. It was naturally ineffectual, trying to pull the superwoman away from the rutting pair by the waist. But Sakura complied out of respect to the legal wife. "Wait your turn." Hinata hissed into Sakura's ear. "What's the matter with you today? You want Naruto-kun to give you a punishment?"

"Like a spanking." Sakura murmured, eyes glazing over in memory of better times. "Or… a whipping. Did he bring his whip? I've been so bad and needy. He needs to retrain my needy little cunt. He needs to hang my shibari-tied bitch self from a rafter and whip me until I behave."

"No Sakura-chan. Like a real punishment." Hinata answered, rolling her pale eyes at her friend. "Like taking your collar off and sending you back to your husband for the night. Making you slink back to your marital bed in the dark of night. Of course you'd have to answer your jilted lover's questions of where you've been all day. And what took you so long. And why your breath reeks of another man's sweaty shaft. Why your pussy is leaking the wads of cum our Master had given you back at the onsen."

Sakura stilled. "He… he wouldn't? I'd die. I'd just die. I need him tonight. Hinata I can't go back to that cold bed tonight. He could as well send me to sleep with a nest of cockroaches before he made me share a room with my worthless husband. Master wouldn't… do that to his Slut. His property. He wouldn't send me away cold. He is such a caring owner."

"Don't test him. Sakura, truly don't." Hinata whispered. "He's been odd about it lately."

"...Look at him ravish her. Just let her pass out already!" Sakura complained, changing the subject. "What's so special about Ino-pig? Look at him. He's still fucking her. He's fucking her so good and hard. She must be knocked up if he wanted to knock her up. She must be enslaved if he wanted to enslave her. God only knows if she remembers her own fucking name. He must have jizzed in her so many times times. Her cunt is leaking his spend all over the fucking place he's fucked her so much. Her voice is rougher than sandpaper, she's been screaming in such ecstasy. She must have orgasmed around his fat, manly cock ten times just while we've been talking. He doesn't do us like that!" Sakura objected passionately.

"Oh, honey, he did us both exactly like that," Hinata said patiently, "two days ago. First he did it to me until I begged for mercy, then you until you started babbling about how you were going to drown to death in the pleasure, then me again until my little body ran out of womanly fluids, then you until you lost control of your Strength of a Hundred Seal, and then it was lunch so he lined us up and fed us both with his fresh cock cream, and for desert he pressed us together and did us both at once. I was there. We were tied to the same bedpost. And you'll get it again tonight. But you must let Ino have her time. Really, you're so crazy today. You're as crazy as Anko-san when she's been neglected, and Anko-san has a medical excuse. Yet Master's cum is still drooling warm from your lower lips! Did something happen? Did you eat something weird that put you in heat?"

"I just… need him tonight." Sakura stressed, ever distracted by the sight of her friend and rival getting railed into the futon. "I need him to hold me and make me feel loved."

Ino's thrashing blond hair was splayed about like a slutty halo.

And Sakura just wanted to kwamwari herself with that bitch so badly she could fucking taste it!

"He's not a little boy anymore Sakura." Hinata warned. "You can't hit him when he doesn't do what you want."

"I know. I didn't…. mean it like that." Sakura answered, chastised. "I don't do that kind of thing anymore. I know my place at his feet. I just need him so bad. I'm like a junkie for his embrace."

Hinata sighed in agreement. "If you want him, you know what to do."

"...You're right. Thank you." Sakura nodded, placing a leather collar between her puckered, cherry lipsticked lips. She crawled over and, instead of trying to force her way between the soft submissive body of Ino and the unstoppable force of her Master, she lay on her back submissively at the side, cupping her breasts as if to present herself for use.

The attendant watched, transfixed, from the doorway. She was greedily drinking in this information. Her mind raced as to whether there were some angle this would provide her, for entry into this wonderful secret society of Seventh-Sama's worshipers.

She watched as the pinkette Uchiha bride, with practiced familiarity, raised her ass in offering and used manicured fingers to spread her pussy lips wide. Her wrists and ankles were clamped with black shackles. Little chains dangled from there. They were clearly meant to lock the woman up in some way, but were currently dangling free. Like the collar in her lips, everything was left without the final step.

Only Seventh-sama, the attendant realized with a start, was allowed to finish the process..

The Hyuuga heiress also, for her part, elegantly clasped her own wrists and ankles with these sturdy devices in an almost ritualistic fashion. And carefully nestled her own collar between her plump, swaying tits.

There was something especially deviant in seeing a woman of such queenly bearing preparing her own restraints.

"Did you bring the metal bar?" Hinata asked, returning to the attendant.

"Y-Yes." The attendant had rested the bar against the door frame, and handed it over now. Her eyes snapped between the bar and the manacles on the Hyuuga heiress' wrists in dawning comprehension.

Hinata thanked the attendant, calmly placing the bar on the futon above the head of the ever thrashing and screaming Yamanaka.

It wasn't known if her husband and master would go through with using it tonight, as he seemed perfectly happy to pound the Yamanaka into a helpless cummy mess without so much as setting up the bar.

But the tool was here, at the ready, for his convenience.

As they all were, really, these days.

Just prepared and waiting at the side. Hoping to be used.

Hinata then assumed an identical position to the Uchiha matron, presenting her ass in an incomplete breeding press. Her pale ankles were raised up next to her head. Her knees squished her ample breasts lewdly. Her fingers pulled apart pretty pink, drooling pussy lips.

"Darling…" She whispered. "I'm here. Your wife is here. When you're done with your new slut, don't' neglect your faithful, previously claimed one. Your favorite cunny is waiting right here." She whispered in a siren song.

Sakura growled, feeling betrayed by the Hyuuga. "Master, my Master," Sakura breathed. She also did not shake from her identical breeding position. "The bar you wanted is here. Don't you want to chain your three sluts up to it and fuck us in turn? Sasuke came back, your rival. But I don't share his bed. No. I'm in your room, Master. I'm on your bed, Master. I'd rather wait my turn to be your slut than to go to be my husband's wife. Your rival's woman is here, waiting for you. Steal me away." Sakura breathed hotly. "With your big, big cock. Plunder me, Master. Darling Master. Fuck me like that pencil-dicked loser never could. Fuck me until my screams echo in his nightmares" She cooed. "The woman you won in battle. Your prize. Your pink trophy bitch. My ass is lubed up. My pussy is so wet for you. My throat is slick with drool for you. My body is hot to the touch, and eager to serve. F-Fuck me." She breathed, her composure slipping. "Fuck me please. Please just fuck me. I don't know what's wrong with me today I just need you to fuck me. Fuck me next! Leave your wife for desert! You can have your wife any time! Now you can shame my husband who's bedroom is three doors down. Make me cum my brains out so that my screams reach him, however he tries to distract himself! Give it to your slut! Give it to your whore!"

The man did not at first reply to these entreaties. He was single minded in his task of breaking in the woman beneath him.

He was focused like a drilling machine. Like a jack hammer. He was ceaseless like a grand waterfall.

Finally he broke his lip lock with the Yamanaka he remained hunched over. Without ceasing his steady, long thrusts, he locked gazes with the eager pinkette at his side.

Sakura came alive like a wilted flower that had finally been given a little water and sunshine.

She basked in Naruto's gaze. When force had not bought his attention, spreading her legs and begging like a little bitch finally drew his attention.

The Lady Uchiha, wedding band still on her finger but wearing little else, blushed and preened under her master's hot gaze.

She presented her collar demurely.

"Uchiha Sakura." She breathed as her Master began to affix his mark of ownership around her neck. "Uzumaki Naruto's Property." She said, reciting the two sides of the little dog tag attached to her collar, with beaming eyes.

Naruto chuckled and gave her a little peck on the forehead.

"You'll get another turn tonight." He promised gently. "I promise."

Sakura let out a shaky breath she had been holding.

She suddenly realized that it was master's love she had been desperate for, even more than his cock. She felt the warmth spread from her forehead down to her toes.

He always liked kissing her forehead. Her too big, stupid forehead.

He liked it, he said.

He liked her 'pretty, wide forehead'.

She loved him. She didn't tell him that out loud.

WIth her history, she didn't feel she had the right.

She was only his side-bitch. It was more than she deserved.

But she loved him so powerfully.

"Be patient." He told her, brushing a stray strand of pink hair behind her ear.

I love you. I love you. I love you. Inner Sakura chanted.

"Yes sir." Sakura murmured, subdued.

That is, until the competition started to speak up.

"Darling!" Hinata pleaded in turn, bringing her husband's attention her way. "Haven't I been good? Haven't I been patient? I may be your wife, but I'm not less a whore than Sakura. You know, darling, Sakura used to hit you. She used to chase after some useless Uchiha garbage. Don't you want to punish her? Make her hurt? Make her wait for you? Make her watch and gnash her teeth while you fuck your Hyuuga whore? Your wife is here and ready. Your wife knows how to shake her hips for you, Darling!"

Naruto chuckled. He still rocked his hips in a slow, rhythmic way, making the Yamanaka below him groan in pleasure.

Naruto gazed at his Hyuuga wife. "You know Sakura hates when you bring that up. You've become a little more vindictive after a few hours of not being stuffed full of cum. Come here my wife. Serve your husband."

Hinata gasped in joy, and when her husband's manly hands gripped her massive breasts she moaned in delight.

With alarm the attendant watched the Hyuuga princess being pulled roughly by his hold on her large, stretch breasts, until she was drawn up into her husband's sweaty chest .

Whence he kissed her sweetly, and she moaned in delight all the while.

"I love you." He murmered into his wife's lips. "Whatever happens. However many women I get. My love for you does not diminish."

Hinata smiled. Only she in the room wore her wedding band with pride. She threw her arms around her husband's sweaty body and kissed him with all the fiery passion of a wanton whore.

"Can you… be patient?" Naruto asked of his whorish wife between her fiery kisses.

"Mmmm…" Hinata moaned, suckling on her husband's lower lip. She continued to talk between breaths as she began to trail hot kisses down her husband's neck. "I… Yes… of course. Darling… I live to… serve… you."

The Hyuuga woman also presented her collar to her lord and husband.

"Uzumaki Hinata." Hinata breathed, accepting her enslavement. Feeling warm as the collar sat rightfully around her pale neck. "Uzumaki Naruto's Devoted Wife."

The attendant wondered at how he calmed the two women with only the briefest interactions, even though he was fucking a third so constantly all the while.

The two settled back, spreading their vaginal lips, presenting themselves patiently. They looked prepared to hold that pose for hours on end, if need be.

She wondered what Yamanaka Ino thought, laid out on her back, being fucked steadily by such a dominant man. All the while, with that man kissing desperate women. Collaring them. Exerting ownership over them. Exchanging sweet and sinful words with other women while he slow-fucked her so long and deep. Using her like an onahole.

The attendant also got a good look at the Lord Hokage's back as he rested on his knees and delt with the two side women.

He's tall. The attendant thought, staring at the man's sweaty, muscular back. Memorizing the wonderful contours of him, along with the long pink scratch marks left by desperately clutching women. He's tall and strong and masterful and I want to bear his children. I want to crawl at his feet.

Naruto calmly turned his face to the last woman in the room, the attendant herself, and said: "Please bring the dinner to this room. I doubt the girls will be in any state to come down to the dining hall. If the husbands of these two women ask about them, let's see.... tell them I still need their nursing services. Hm?" He asked playfully of the pinkette and the blonde beneath him. "Will you two take turns nursing poor old me?"

"Yes master." Sakura breathed. "I brought my outfit from the hospital. You can tear the white stockings off of your little nurse bitch, rip open my little nurse blouse, and let me attend your every single need."

"Yes Master. My Master. So good. Oh, darling." Ino moaned. "Whatever she said, Master. Whatever you say. I don't care. I'll do it. I'll do anything if you'll just please keep fucking me."

Naruto smiled, then turned back to the attendant. "Well, perhaps less explicit than all that, if Sai asks. If Sasuke asks, feel free to repeat his wife word for word. And take a picture of his reaction, if possible." Naruto had to chuckle. "Well then, please excuse us." and with a flick of his wrist, she felt a gust of wind slowly nudge her back and close the door on her face.

The waitress still kept standing there, locked out of that enviable world. Back to a slavery of cooking and cleaning, with no man to love her for it.

She stood there and her ears burned. She was desperate to find a place beyond that door.

Yet Hyuuga-sama had been more elegant and womanly than herself. She had nothing to be proud of compared to such smooth skin, silky black hair, ever present composure, and absurd melon-like breasts.

Then the plain girl knelt there in shame, pressing her ear to the door, fingering her empty cunt furiously.

"Excuse me?"

She cried out in alarm, bolting upright. "Wha-wha-wha ah. C-Customer-sama! Hello!" She squeaked in alarm. "Mister Sai!"

Yamanaka Sai was standing there.