Chapter 3 - Ino vs Jirobu

Sakura writhed as Kidomaru’s six hands danced over her. He didn’t even have to restrain her—she pushed and slapped at his hands, but any time she managed to summon any real strength he simply tweaked her nipples or tapped her clit. The wild electric feeling short-circuited her chakra control, not to mention the effect it was having on her mind, which felt like it was filling with a haze as pink as her hair.

He chuckled. “Enjoying yourself, slut? Take a look at your friend if you want to cum.”

Sakura struggled, but she was putty in his hands, unable to escape his grip. Every touch from him sent a jolt of pleasure through her, yet he controlled her easily, never letting the feeling build to its natural conclusion.

Sakura groaned. “Ino!”

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Ino almost laughed at the way the six-handed guy caught her rival off-guard, thinking how sweet it would be if Sakura lost this fight and Ino had to rescue her, but she had little time to do anything but dodge as the fat Jirobu charged.

She jumped out of the way. He was clearly a close-range fighter. She needed to get some distance and steal his body.

Fortunately, Jirobu was as stupid as he looked. She easily avoided his obvious attacks, even cutting him with a throwing knife when he left himself open. She might not even need the mind-body jutsu to win.

He stamped the earth furiously. “You bitch, quit dodging!”

Ino grinned, knowing how much it annoyed him. “Slowpoke, you’ll never catch me like that. Why don’t you give up now? Maybe it’ll encourage you to go on a diet.”

“I am going to use that smug face as tissue paper,” he said.

Ino stuck out her tongue. That kind of talk from male ninjas didn’t bother her. But now she wanted to make sure he knew exactly what he would be missing.

She ran a long, delicate finger down her soft cheek. As it neared her lips she allowed her mouth to form a perfect ‘o’ and slipped the finger inside.

Jirobu’s mouth dropped as Ino gave her finger the kind of suck a guy would kill for. His cock hardened instantly. He hadn’t wanted to fuck someone this bad since he had endured Tayuya’s teasing for months as they trained together. The memory of the night he turned her into a human pot of semen was one he cherished.

Then her hands flashed in a series of seals. “Mind-body jutsu!”

Ino’s body slumped to the floor as her spirit was transferred into Jirobu’s body, assuming control. One down, and she had the fat idiot’s strength to help her friends.

She turned his body, which was like steering a cow, and observed the battlefield. Sakura was grappling with her enemy, Tenten was being chased by weird ghostly monsters, and she couldn’t see Hinata.

As worried as she was about Hinata, the idea of one-upping her rival was too tempting. She turned towards Sakura and was stunned.

The six-armed freak was playing with Sakura’s tits! Apparently it was neutralizing her strength, or maybe she just liked it, because she didn’t seem to be able to stop him.

Ino stiffened. It was a curious feeling, male arousal. Her first erection…and she was getting it from watching a sound ninja molest Sakura?

No, it couldn’t be. Yet as she watched her rival’s face twist with anger, humiliation, pain and possibly arousal, something stirred deep in Ino’s—Jirobu’s—loins.

Ino shook her head, trying to clear it. She couldn’t afford to fuck on the battlefield, not her teammate, not now.

She spied her own body, laying slumped on the ground. Limp. Helpless. And so supple, so soft and young. Bitchy too, she wanted to own that whore, fuck the kunoichi right out of her—

Ino shook her head again. Now she wanted to fuck herself? What was wrong with her?

Ino’s legs stepped forward. Her eyes widened. They took another step.

She wasn’t in control.

Ino lurched in Jirobu’s body toward her own, fighting every step of the way. Jirobu’s sheer horniness was too powerful for her to resist. The way is cock strained painfully against his pants made her wonder what would happen when—if it sprang free.

She towered over herself. A part of her was horrified, but at the same time Jirobu’s strong instincts compelled her to reach down and gather her limp body. She wanted nothing more than to spread her own legs open and slide her body down on her cock—no!

But she was already doing it. She watched in horror as Jirobu’s fat hands hauled her into the air. One hand gripped her by her long yellow ponytail while the other tore at her tight purple clothes and ridiculers fishnet underwear.

Inside Jirobu’s mind Ino screamed as she began to paw at her own breasts, too fat for her to ever be a proper kunoichi, Azuma always said. Tsunade’s were fatter, of course, but when she had pointed that out Azuma had just stuffed his cock in her mouth again. Now hers were on full display, and she was unable to defend herself while trapped in Jirobu’s head.

The sight of a hot, nubile young body splayed out in her hands, even if it was her own, filled her with desire. She knew it was Jirobu’s influence, and she still wanted nothing more than to spread open those unresisting legs and wrap that tight slit around her cock….

She ripped her pants down. Her cock sprang free, reaching achingly for Ino’s cunt. Ino glanced down—it was enormous! No way it could fit.

She rubbed her massive fingers over her tight pussy. Before long it began to leak fluids—some kind of unconscious response.

Then she lifted herself up, spread her legs wide, and lowered her down onto her cock.

It was heaven. Ino’s body was totally relaxed, sliding down her cock like it was built to do so. Yet it was so small that it wasn’t loose. It squeezed her like crazy, and Ino could barely draw her cock out and thrust forward again. When she did, her entire cock was filled with a feeling of electric fire that lit her up and made her draw one of her own heavy tits to her mouth.

She sucked on it, reveling in the feeling of fat titflesh in her mouth. Then she lifted herself up again and back down, using her own body as a sex toy.

It was amazing to see her own stomach bulge as her enormous cock penetrated her slim kunoichi body. What a slut she must be to be able to take her own cock like that!

As Ino reveled in her victory over herself, she came. Her balls trembled, her cock tightened and squeezed, and load after load of what must have been her semen shot into her womb as Ino’s mind reeled with the pleasure.

Finally it ended. Gasping, Ino withdrew her cock from her cunt. More semen than she had thought any man could cum poured out of herself. It was more than a dozen loads from Choji or Shikimaru!

Still, with Jirobu’s urges temporarily sated, she could fight back. She released the jutsu and resumed control of her own body.

It was only then that she remembered Jirobu’s hands still gripped her.

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“No, Ino!” Sakura panted as she watched her best friend and rival fucked by the large sound ninja.

Kidomaru’s index finger swirled around inside her cunt. “Isn’t it cute watching your friend in the same predicament as you? It makes you feel like you’re not as much of a loser for being defeated by me.”

“Shut up!” She grabbed his arm, trying to pull it away, but she was so helpless to so much as slow his movements that it almost felt like she was using him to get herself off. She relented, fuming at her own powerlessness.

He kissed her cheek softly, reigniting her struggles. He laughed.

“You’re cute when you’re angry.” He bit her earlobe affectionately, like she was his girlfriend. She had never wanted to punch anyone so badly, nor had she even been so helpless to do so. “Now watch what my friend has in store for yours.”

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Ino wiggled her feet uselessly. Jirobu had her arms in such a tight grip she couldn’t even begin to budge them. His arms extended under her legs, spreading them far apart. Most disconcerting was the way he had her sitting on the head of his cock.

How he was still hard after cumming so much, she didn’t know. How he intended to stick a cock that huge up her small ass she didn’t know either, but she didn’t want to find out.

He widened his arms. Ino winced as she felt her buttcheeks spread farther apart again. He was clearly trying to stretch her out, but it would never work, not even with his cockhead slimy and wet from his cum and her own secretions from when she had been unconscious.

“It’ll never fit, you bastard,” she spat. “What are you, stupid?”

“Are you?” he grunted. “Or was it your plan to rape yourself with my dick?”

Ino didn’t have a snappy retort for that. It was a pretty good comeback as comebacks go.

He spread his arms wider. She gasped involuntarily. Now her asshole was resting directly on the head of his cock.

“Every year Konoha sends a few bitches our way,” Jirobu said. “I always look forward to fucking them. Beating them’s usually pretty simple, but even for a Konoha slut, you were easy.”

Ino hated to hear they way he talked about her village as a village of weaklings and sluts, and she hated even more they way he referred to her as the least of such. She thrashed vainly in his iron grip.

“You bastard,” she said. “I haven’t lost yet, and the instant I get out of this grip—“

She stopped. Her own wriggling had wedged Jirobu’s fat cockhead inside her asshole.

Jirobu chuckled. “Thanks for the help. Are you the stupidest Konoha bitch, or just the horniest?”

Ino screamed as he pushed his cock further up her ass. It hurt even worse than the time Azuma had taken her virginity.

Defeated and assfucked by the enemy, it was easily her most humiliating sexual encounter since she had challenged Naruto to a fight after he returned from his training with Jiraiya. His shadow clones had taken her apart like she was just a genin, and then they had shown her a few unorthodox jutsus Jiraiya had taught him. Naturally, she had been bold enough to hold this challenge in front of the rest of their former classmates. At the time she had thought things couldn’t get worse than having their class’s dumbest screw-up force her to make the “peace” sign while he fucked her mouth and cunt simultaneously, but now she knew she had been wrong.

Jirobu seemed content to let her ass slide down his cock rather than fuck her. Slowly, inch by inch, gravity pulled her down as her ass stretched wider.

Something touched her lower back. His stomach, she realized. He had hilted in her.

How many inches of cock were in her ass? She had never felt more stuffed in her life. She could feel his cock in her stomach, even.

She looked down. There, past her hanging breasts, the outline of his cock could be seen pressing against her flat stomach. Further down, his heavy balls swung between her legs. She had never seen balls that big before. Just one would easily fit in her hand and leave room for nothing else.

It gave her an idea.

“So big,” she moaned. It was easy enough to fake, having meant it on a dozen occasions. “I just want to feel your big fucking balls.”

“My cock up your ass changed your attitude,” he said. He sounded pleased. “Sure, fondle my sack. It’ll help me cum up your ass.”

 He released her hands. Relieved, she almost laughed at how gullible he was.

She considered a jutsu, but she had never been a short-range fighter. Better to go with the plan.

She ran her hands across her breasts and down her stomach. She felt his cock through her skin—it really was that thick and long. She could see the shape of it, and he squeezed her breasts encouragingly as she ran her hands over his cock through her skin. Though she was no stranger to taking dick, for the first time she really appreciated what it meant to have a cock inside of her. Somehow it felt…womanly.

“Big, isn’t it?” Jirobu said. “You forgot about my balls, slut.”

Ino shook her head. She was here to defeat him, not to marvel at how huge his cock was as it stretched her out. She leaned over and cupped his sack.

“So big,” she moaned, kneading the skin around his balls and letting them bounce in her hands.

She rolled her eyes. Rape was a common hazard for female ninja—Ino had been the victim nine times and the attacker thrice—and they tended to pick up a few tricks after a while. Whether it was as a combat technique, a torture device for information, or just for pleasure men and sometimes women loved to use kunoichi like sexpots. Still, they all had the same weakness.

Ino squeezed Jirobu’s balls.

Nothing happened. She squeezed them again. Jirobu laughed.

“Should have known a Konoha whore would have more fight in her than that,” he said. “Too bad for you my genitals were altered based on Orochimaru-sama’s experiments. I’m bigger, cum more, and it’s hard to hurt my ‘nads, though it’ll help me cum. I’m going to fuck you now.”

“What?” AAHHHH!”

Ino screamed as Jirobu lifted her up, sliding her ass off of most of his cock. She screamed even louder when he pulled her back down. His cum made her walls slick as her stretched ass accommodated his girth again and again.

Ino was aware that she was currently carrying more volume of cock inside of her than she had ever had before, but instead of resisting, somehow the massive penetration seemed to force her body limp, maybe to keep herself from being completely wrecked by the enormous cock.

It didn’t help that it felt good. Ino was no stranger to butt stuff, having been the victim of Kiba’s indiscriminating dogs on more than one occasion, but Jirobu’s cock was on another level. She had never been more reamed in her life, and yet something was missing.

“You’ve been massaging my balls this whole time,” Jirobu said. “Thanks for the help, slut.”

Ino looked down in horror. Her hands were still on Jirobu’s sack, squeezing pointlessly. Not only was she not fighting back, but she was helping her rapist—

Ino felt a hot streak of liquid shoot from the tip of Jirobu’s cock into her stretched-out stomach. He came…and came…and came, each load containing more cum than a normal guy had in an entire night, and he just kept firing. As the hot liquid fells own her stomach and sloshed around Jirobu’s jerking cock, she came too.

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Sakura thought of Ino as her rival, and a selfish, proud one at that, but even she didn’t deserve this. Watching her oldest friend impaled on that thick club of a cock was bad enough, and now her stomach was inflating as if it was being filled with something.

Kidomaru’s hand roamed between her buttcheeks. She stiffened.

“Oh, is this off-limits?” he said. “You’ll let me stick my fingers up your pussy but not your ass.”

“I’m not letting you do anything!” she said angrily.

“Really? You’ve just been holding onto my arms like a bitch in heat, not resisting at all.”

She knew he was just trying to provoke a reaction, but she hated the implication. She thrashed and pushed at his arms, but her body was tired and her muscles useless. Worse, moving on his fingers basically meant fucking them. She stopped fighting as a moan escaped her lips.

“That was cute,” he said, pissing her off even more and making her nipples burn with desire. “Ready to admit you want it?”

“No,” Sakura said.

“Fine.”

He grabbed her wrists and placed them over her crotch. He ran a thin, practically invisible string of web over them, trapping them in place.

Sakura was painfully aware how close her fingers were to her cunt. In fact, she had to hold them out so they wouldn’t rest on it.

“This is my special deal,” Kidomaru said. “You can cum without my help or without admitting anything, but you have to do it while watching Jirobu destroy your friend.”

Sakura stared at the nightmare in front of her. “Ino,” she whispered.

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Ino groaned as her thin arms stretched around her bulging stomach. She looked ninth months pregnant if not more, and he was still fucking her.

He had cum five or six times—it was hard to tell when the blasts stopped and when they started again, so full of cum was she and so long did his orgasms last. She couldn’t blame him. Her ass was still so tightly wrapped around his cock that it must have been milking out everything he had.

But she could blame him for raping her. She opened her mouth.

“Y-You bastard,” she managed.

He hoisted her up and slammed her down again.

“Ahhh! Stop it! I am Ino of the proud Yamanaka tribe, and I will not be—“

He came again, or maybe he had never finished. All Ino knew was that this blast traveled all the way through her intestines up her esophagus and out of her throat. Instead of finishing her sentence, cum poured into her mouth and out of it. She gagged as she instinctively tried to swallow against the flood of cum, and then she opened her mouth. A torrent of cum burst from her lips and ran down her fat tits and fatter belly onto the ground.

“That was a good one,” Jirobu grunted. “Glad your friend got to see that.”

Ino’s eyes widened in horror. In the distance Sakura was watching, and although Ino couldn’t make out the details, her rival had her hands in her crotch.

She was masturbating!

Fury at the sight of Sakura getting off to her misfortune welled up inside Ino. Losing to Jirobu was one thing. Azuma had drilled into her the lesson that there was always a stronger ninja, usually with his cock. But the idea of losing to Sakura, her rival since they were just schoolchildren, made her madder.

“Fucking bitch!” she said. “BLUORGGHH!

Anothing gallon of semen burst out of her mouth for Sakura to see. Humiliated in front of her friend and rival, Ino clenched even tighter around Jirobu, if that were possible.

“Bastard,” Ino tried to say, but her mouth was so thick with cum that it came out as a thick, sticky bubble instead.

Jirobu laughed “Swallow my cum, whore.”

Ino swallowed his sticky cum. “BastARRGOGGH!”

“Nothing shuts a bitch up like vomiting cum,” Jirobu commented. His arms still supported her spread legs, but they were long enough for him to easily reach behind her head. “Ponytails are for kunoichi. Whores wear their hair down.”

He undid the band holding her hair in place and tossed it away. As her hair fell across her back, Ino nearly came at the insult of it.

“Anything to say?” Jirobu said.

Ino’s face was red with fury, embarrassment and lust, but she didn’t want to open her mouth. He would just make her vomit more cum.

“Just checking.” Jirobu pulled Ino’s wrists behind her head and tied them there with her own hair. Then his thick hands wrapped around her neck and squeezed.

It wasn’t much force compared to what Jirobu was capable of, but it was more than enough to cut off her oxygen. As he pulled her up to the head of his cock again, she came.

Cumming while being strangled was an odd experience, simultaneously intense and yet it felt like it was happening to someone else. Her feet, the only part of her that could move, arched. The rest of her body shuddered around Jirobu’s stiff cock. It felt weird to cum while almost perfectly still, but Jirobu’s cock was like a second spine, controlling her body’s movements.

Ino came down from the orgasm when she noticed cum was leaking out of her mouth again. Jirobu had released her, and she sucked in air desperately.

“Not bad,” he grunted, letting her drop to the base of his cock. She squealed as he began to walk toward Sakura and the six-armed freak, her bulging stomach sloshing with every step.

When the neared, Kidomaru pushed Sakura to her knees in front of them. The stupid bitch still had her hands in her crotch. Apparently Sakura cared more about watching Ino be defeated than fight back against their enemies.

That pink-haired cunt. Ino swore that she would get her.

Still, she was mollified to see that at least Sakura had also lost her fight. Ino couldn’t fight back against Jirobu, but there had to be a way for her to come out ahead of Sakura.

Ino’s thoughts were distracted by the feeling of Jirobu hoisting her up his cock yet again. She was sliding…and sliding, her ass clenching onto him every inch of the way. She groaned, loving the feeling, barely even caring that she was about to cum in front of her rival, when with a pop he pulled her all the way off of his cock.

Her ass had grown so used to being full of thick cock that it felt empty and cold without it. Then her stomach rumbled, and Ino realized that all the semen stored in her stomach was no longer stoppered.

“Mmmgghhh!” Ino groaned into a cum bubble. But like a bottle of ketchup, the semen was sticky and slow to cum out. Then Jirobu wrapped his arms around her stomach.

Ino looked down. Sakura’s confused, flushed face looked up from right below her asshole.

Jirobu squeezed.

“AHHHHHHH!”

The cum bubble popped. Jirobu’s semen splattered Ino’s face as the rest of it shot out like a cannon directly onto Sakura. It splashed on her face and poured into her open mouth, drenching her in a tidal wave of splooge.

Sakura was shouting something, or trying around a torrent of cum shooting into her mouth, but Ino didn’t care. She was having the best orgasm of her life. A steady stream of hot cum shot out of her sensitive ass, shooting electricity through her entire body. She thrashed in Jirobu’s grip, her hips shaking wildly, finally able to move no longer speared on Jirobu’s cock. Her thighs trembled as her legs flexed and tensed, and her eyes shot wide open as she screamed her pleasure.

Finally, her stomach deflated to normal and mostly empty of cum, Jirobu stopped squeezing her stomach. He lowered her to her knees in front of him. Helpless, exhausted, and near mad from pleasure, she just stuck her tongue out as he waved his cock in front of her face. Gripping her by the head, he wiped his cock all over her face and hair until it was mostly dry, leaving her cum-covered and sticky.

“Told you I would use your face as tissue paper, bitch.”

 In one final insult he undid the hair bonds tying her hands behind her head, apparently no longer judging her a threat. He pushed her onto Sakura’s cum-drenched body and turned away like he had lost interest.

Sakura was covered from head to toe in Jirobu’s semen and spitting it out of her mouth with disgusted hacking coughs. Her hair was thick and matted like a pink towel left to soak in the water, and she smelled like Shikimaru’s tissue-filled trash can. A pool of cum obscured the "leaf" symbol on her forehead protector.

Ino could barely move a muscle, but she managed to life her head so she could stare into Sakura’s one eye that wasn’t stuck shut with cum.

“Beat you,” Ino whispered.