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

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!