Chapter 1 - Tanzaku gai

"How about if i win, your ass is mine huh grandma!? You and your shitty cursed necklass?! Bet that!"
-Naruto

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"Let's go brat."
It wasn't long after they finished dealing with Orochimaru, Kabuto, and his summons that they found themselves back in the city of gambling. Jiraya slipped off for more 'research' and Naruto felt more than saw himself being snatched up by his jacket collar, his feet clear off the groud like some runaway pet. Tora would have loved the irony he knew it and if the sannin even felt his weight in her one armed grip she didn't seem to mind it. "It's bath time kid" Tsunade wrinkled her nose as she walked them both towards the hotel suite while Shizune followed behind sedatly. He could hear them chuckle to each other over his head. 

"I can bathe myself grandma!! Who the hell go you think you are huh?! I own your ass remember??!" Naruto looked around frantically for an exit, any exit. He would die before he let anyone bathe him like a baby or even worse an invalid. He gave his best glare to the blond amazon carrying him around. "Let me go damnit!".

His brain rattled in his skull as he was shaken up and down. Suddenly him and Tsunade were face to face and she had him pinned with her gaze. "Listen brat im grateful for your help today and yes.." here she swallowed tightly "you 'own my ass' as you called it but right now you stink and i don't like it. Now you can let me help you shower and I let you off or i can help you stop breathing for roping me into this little deal of ours." The medic-nin waited patiently. "Well?"

When she put it that way it wasn't a hard choice at all. 

The steam did alot to hide his apprehension, and his embsrrasment. When he yelled out his bet he had never imagined that she would accept it, or the odd gleam he spied in her golden eyes for a moment in time. It caused twisties in his stomach and a hardening in his cock that the small towel did nothing to hide. He had always knew he was apart from other boys, and it was simply yet another thing to be labbled a freak over. 

The door hadnt made any noise opening, and though the woman hadnt seen any combat since the war she maintained her status a ninja. Any steps she made were as silent as a simple breeze.

The fact that he squeled when he felt her hand touch his shoulder he would take to his grave. Along with the moan as her fingers trailed down his chest from behind. You see Tsunade had a secret. More than she loved her village, more than Dan, more than she loved Nawaki, Tsunade loved little boys. She loved possesive dominate foul mouthed little fucks the best. Her greatest dream wasn't to be the greatest medic nin in the world, that was a far off consolation prize, a distant secound to her real aspirations. Her dream was to be owned and bred by some donkey dicked pubesent stud and by sheerest luck it had just been realized. 

She had noticed it then in the bar. Naruto was the real deal. Belligerent Grade A alpha male cock, she could smell it on him. All that chakra barely hidden, all his spirit, his temper.  40 years as a medic-nin would've been for naught if she couldn't tell what kind of body she was currently running her hands over from across the room. It was pure steel wrapped in silken skin. Every muscle corded and molded into the absolute best. He must have run himself into the ground every single day of his life. Twice. 

She had to hold herself back from creaming her seat just looking at him. Her panties were stained the instant he got right up in her face, like he knew just what kind of slut he was dealing with. 

Her hands wrapped around his abs and stomach. Naruto blushed once her breast smushed up against the back of his head. He had read enough porn and sneaked enough diry magazines to think he knew how this would play out. 

"Hey kid..."
She whispered as her lips ghosted against his spine.
"Yeah?" Naruto swallowed. His throat tight. If she decided that she was just teasing him after going this far hed probably fucking snap.
"...again. Say it again...tell me how you own me." 

Naruto reached deep. Deep down inside for that bravado that helped him past the demon in the mist. That proppelled him through dealing with the forest of death and Itachi Uchiha in the flesh. "I own your ass granny and don't you-" He had spun around his finger outstretched only to be blindsided. He was struck speechless. He was deaf, dumb, and blind, and she was fucking beautiful. The sannin's eyes were glazed over, her cheeks were saturated in a pink hue. Her chest heaved up and down and even with the yakuta covering up her body the sheer fabric did nothing to hide it. Her body was one of a goddess she knew, she prided herself on it, and more than a few times she'd staken her life on that fact. Her large pink nipples the size of 1ryo coins rose and fell with the motion of a wave and all but commanded his eyes to follow. He couldn't look away, and neither could she. 

She came then, she couldn't help it. Her pussy leaked rivulets of her slutty juices into the tiles from just looking at It. It was huge. It was massive, a pillar of underused boy cock that begged to be sucked and fucked and break bitches into drooling cum filled pieces. His body required adulation, but his shaft, it demanded to be worshipped, she could hear it calling her, commanding her and her utter suplication so she knelt. 

The smell hit her first as she crawled between his legs like a whipped dog. Her arms wrapped around his small thigh. An unbelievable aroma of freshly washed dick and pubescent balls slammed into her sinuses. "I could make you stronger, the strongest, Hokage. I swear it" she promised from the floor. "I could improve your muscular structure, I could tweak your chakra coils, make you see in the dark, you would never have to sleep, or eat, or shit, another day in your life if you wanted. I could make it so." it was true, she could, she would, all that and more. "But i need something in return". Her lips ghosted across his sack while his dick rested upon her face blocking out the florescent lights. 

"This thing between your legs is too dangerous." she layed a kiss upon his stcrotem "It's what women like me search our whole lives for." -kiss- "Well leave our husbands, our village, our dreams" -kiss- "for a pussy-splitter like this one here" runningn her face across it she dirtied the floor. Feeling the corded veins hidden beneath the skin. She nuzzled it. Smelled it and snorted his precum like the drug she knew a whore like her deserved.       

Naruto knew what, to do but then again he didn't. Not really. He was being pulled in two different directions, his gut told him to grab the bitch by the hair and choke her on his tool and the ways and conditioning he learned growing up told him to respect her a person. Tell her to get up and respect herself. He had always dreamed of fucking, of sex and women, and breeding but he had never paid it much attention. Discarded it as a young boys overactive imagination. Hormones, early blooming, something. He had always shifted it to back of his mind. It was something to be ignored and hoped it went away before it was discovered. A dirty secret. Something else to lay at the foxes feet. But now he called up those half remembered dreams, those visions and tried to do what came naturally. 

She was asking for it right? Begging for it. Who was he to deny her?  

Naruto gripped the older woman by the hair. As he tilted her head back his fingers tightened until the hold had to be causing her some sort of pain and then he looked at her. She looked enraptured. She looked lovely as drool trailed down her outstretched tongue to stain her simple covering. Her pink digit barely touching his tool from how far he had possitioned her skull but she stilled tried and seemed positively trilled at his treatment. 

"Bitch." The boys eyes were cold. Half-remembered thoughts fueling his actions. His voice rough against her skin and psyche. Tsunade's eyes stayed firmly planted on his cock, the slug queens prize of a lifetime. That wouldn't do. She didn't even hear him call for her. His arm reached over and then swung forward barely causing any noise when it solidly impacted her cheek.  However jarring it was made more to catch her attention than to injure even a cilivian. 
"Bitch! I called for you. Answer!"
"Yessssssssh" it was a moan more than a word. 

This is what his life was missing. Acknowledgement? Precious people? Fuck that noise. Whatever this was? This was it.

When his small hand crashed against her flesh once more Tsunade squeeled like a stuck pig. Soon she would get what she needed. He hadn't moved for so long that she had started to think that she'd made a mistake in her choosing but ultimately she had made the right decision. Uzumaki Naruto was the real deal. He would treat her like she had only dreamed of. Like she craved in her dreams and in her darkest fantasies. 

"Do you know boy? What kind of woman I am-how I need to be treated?" she didn't wait for an answer. "I'm a whore boy. Underneath the years and the power and the underneath, at the core of my being Im just a tool for your sickest fantasies, a depository for the sheer buckets of jizz I know hide in your balls into any hole you desire". Her fingers pulled and scrapped against her clit, her legs wide open in a strippers squat. "My body is your child. My face is made to be pleasing to the eye and a cushion for your cock. My hair was made to be a handle, to lead me around like a dog. I'll clean up rivers of your piss with my freshly shampoo'd pigtails." 

Naruto shuddered. Her breath sliding across his abdomen in shaky pants. 

"Need I go on? My mouth, my lips, my hands, my breast, my womb. Beat me, choke me, rape me, I wont mind. Im willing. I'll beg for it. Whatever it is, whatever you require, as long as you give me this-" her fingers struggled to wrap around his hard shaft, tugging on it until the large tip began to weap. She gave his head a mockery of a chaste kiss. With her mouth full to bursting she continued speaking around it. "I'll do it all. I'd kill, I'd fuck, I'd suck the batter from your nutsacks and let you piss in my nostrils."
                                                               
Tsunade knew she was broken inside. Irrevocablly tainted. Twisted, a slut of the highest order for certain. It takes a special kind of bitch to find pleasure in the sick shit she did. While Orochimaru had searched out young children for disection and unfound bloodline secrets, she steered her experimentation in another direction entirely. Finding the rowdiest, prettiest, young studs she could get her hands on. Encouraging penile growth into gargantuan proportions, testosterone embellishments, semen production, hormonal balances and everything else. Anything she could to produce her perfect young breeding bull. This one though would need no changes, no questionable sugeries, no objectification lessons on how to treat a sow such as she. He was perfect. He came perfect. 

As the greatest medic-nin in the world before experimenting on others she turned towards herself, and unlike her formor teamate she knew how to keep it quiet. Her pleasure and pain wires were so fucking crossed as to be niegh indistinguishable. She could squirt from having her nipples ripped off their bases without anesthesia. She had almost crossed that line a few times in her own quest for self mutilation and debauchery, and the best thing about being the best the world over? Nothing last, no marks, no scars, no mares on her perfect flesh. She could take a beating, she could do it all, candles, whips, lashes, broken bones, and chipped teeth and be healed enough to do it all again in the blink of an eye. 

The thought alone of needed the Strength of a Hundred seal is enough to leave her on her knees. War was either the best thing to ever happen to her or the worst, but she wasn't complaining, look at what it wrought. The cock on her tongue twitched and she had to suffuse her giggling.                                     

Naruto couldn't find the words. He simply looked at the caricature of a woman beneath his fist.  Reveling in the moment, in the sheer euphoria. He took a good long hard look, at his prize, at this woman, whose face was synonymous with beauty the world over. Her bee stung lips and high set cheeks bones were the cutting edge other women aspired to. Her mammeries were gigantic, he couldn't begin to fathom her bra size and yet they were the epitope of perky, riding high and tight on her shoulders for the past 40 odd years. Her waist had remained comparable to a wasp throughout her career and there was not a hint of fat on her frame except where she deigned it to be. Her ass. It was less of a shelf than a full on trunk. Muscled and bubbly and it bounced and shook and clapped without prompting at the merest hint of a step. She didn't have to pay for drinks or lovers her debt could be extinguished with a flash of tit or the ripple of an asscheeck. Instead she was here. Squating on a dirty bathroom floor, prostating herself for a moment with his cock.  