Chapter 7: Chapter 6 - Sarada (1/2)

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.