[* 3rd Person POV *]
The nasty-faced man only smiled wider, the bright red handprint still glowing vividly across his sallow, unpleasant cheek, as he held Tsunade aloft by her thick, cum-and-piss-matted blonde hair. Her naked body dangled helplessly in the cool night air, toes barely scraping the churned mud below, enormous breasts hanging heavily under their own substantial weight and still streaked with drying white from the earlier torrents.
The expanded vibrating plugs continued their relentless, merciless work deep inside both of her maximally stretched holes, forcing continuous full-body tremors and fresh, uncontrolled sprays of clear fluid from her cunt that arced downward in glistening ribbons. He listened with open, sadistic delight small cruel eyes gleaming as the former Hokage reduced herself to a continuous, broken stream of pathetic, sobbing apologies in front of the entire watching camp.
The other men needed no further invitation.
They closed in around her shaking, suspended body in a tightening, predatory circle. Voices rose in overlapping, vicious waves of insults that deliberately and methodically cut straight at every title, every legend, and every scrap of legacy she had ever carried on her shoulders.
"Some Hokage you turned out to be!"
"Last of the Senju reduced to a hanging, plugged, cum-dripping sow!"
"The legendary Tsunade look at her now, whipped and stretched and apologizing like the cheapest broken whore in the entire Land of Fire!"
"Konoha's greatest pride, dangling by her hair and begging while her fat tits bounce for everyone!"
"The woman who could shatter mountains can't even keep her holes from squirting like a broken fountain!"
"Former Godaime reduced to livestock on a rope!"
One of the shinobi a heavy-set man with a deeply twisted, almost joyful grin that split his face stepped forward from the ring with deliberate theatricality. He raised both hands and formed a rapid, precise series of hand seals, fingers flashing through the complex sequence with practiced, almost loving speed.
Water chakra swirled into existence around his palms in a spiraling, luminous blue glow that cast shifting, watery light across Tsunade's dangling naked body and the hungry faces of the men surrounding her. The glow intensified, pulling moisture from the damp air and the wet mud at their feet.
"Water Style: Bestial Manifestation."
The water gathered with visible, almost violent force. It condensed, thickened, and shaped itself with unnatural, fluid speed into a small but solid creature no larger than a medium-sized dog. Its body was fully translucent and constantly glistening as if freshly polished, roughly canine in overall outline yet grotesquely, almost comically distorted by the massive, disproportionate cock that hung heavily between its hind legs.
The shaft was easily as thick as a man's forearm, heavily ridged along its entire considerable length with raised, textured rings, and unmistakably donkey-like in its exaggerated girth and length. The head was broad, aggressively flared, and already dripping thick, continuous strands of clear, viscous slime that stretched and snapped with every small shift of the creature's weight. Its eyes glowed with simple, single-minded, hungry intent pure instinct given form. The entire construct pulsed faintly with residual water chakra, giving the slime an almost living, breathing sheen under the torchlight.
It leapt.
The water beast sprang upward with surprising, explosive strength that belied its size. Its translucent body arced gracefully yet hungrily through the torchlight and latched onto Tsunade's face like a starving animal finally claiming long-awaited prey. Front paws clamped hard against her cheeks and temples, the cool, slick water-flesh molding tightly and possessively to her skin.
Hind legs locked firmly around the back of her head and neck, anchoring the creature in place with crushing, inescapable force. The massive, slimy cock dragged heavily across her lips, her chin, and the bridge of her nose as the beast settled fully into position, the heavy, substantial weight of the shaft pressing insistently and relentlessly against her mouth until her lips were forced to part under pure physical pressure.
Tsunade's golden eyes still half-rolled and glassy from the continuous forced orgasms that had been wracking her body for what felt like hours widened in a fresh, overwhelming wave of shock mixed with helpless, traitorous arousal. The sensation flooding every nerve was completely different from any flesh cock she had ever taken in her long life.
The water construct was firm enough to force entry without mercy yet yielding and elastic in ways that defied normal anatomy. It was cool against her overheated, flushed skin, endlessly slick with its own continuously produced slime, and possessed an unnatural, almost intelligent flexibility that allowed it to press, curl, seek, and claim paths no rigid human shaft could ever hope to reach.
The creature thrust.
The thick, flared head forced past her already-stretched and swollen lips and pushed deeper without the slightest hesitation or concern for her comfort. There was immediate, obvious resistance her throat was still raw, swollen, and thoroughly abused from the earlier brutal double face-fucking but the flexible water-flesh simply molded around that resistance and continued its forward advance, seeking the path of least resistance for a moment and then ignoring it entirely when the path proved inconvenient. The heavily ridged shaft filled her mouth completely, stretching her jaw to a fresh, burning limit, then continued its relentless downward slide.
Cool, slimy length pushed deeper and deeper, the raised ridges dragging with exquisite, torturous friction against her tongue and the soft, sensitive walls of her throat, until the heavy, translucent balls pressed firmly and wetly against her chin and the broad, flared head was buried far beyond the reach of any human cock she had ever experienced in her life.
Then it began to fuck her throat like a mindless, hungry, single-purpose beast.
The water creature set a relentless, purely animalistic pace from the very first stroke short, powerful, piston-like thrusts that drove the thick, ridged shaft in and out of her bulging, convulsing throat with continuous, wet, overwhelming force. Every withdrawal dragged long, sticky, translucent strands of her own copious spit mixed with the creature's viscous slime; the strands stretched from her overstretched, drooling lips all the way to the glistening, swinging balls, growing longer and thicker and more obscene before finally snapping with wet sounds and immediately reforming on the very next stroke.
Every forward thrust buried the entire exaggerated, forearm-thick length again without mercy, the flexible tip curling and pressing insistently, almost curiously, against the deepest, most sensitive walls of her throat in ways that made her entire dangling body seize, convulse, and shake violently in the air.
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