[* 3rd Person POV *]
Robin looked up at her with wide, submissive, still faintly excited eyes, lips parted and glistening, waiting in trembling silence to see what the real Hokage would do now that there was no one left but the two of them.
Tsunade gave her the answer without a single wasted word.
She stepped forward with deliberate, unhurried weight. One sandaled foot lifted, hovered for a fraction of a second, then came down firmly onto the soft, cum-streaked expanse of the fake's enormous left breast.
The heavy, overfull flesh flattened immediately under the pressure, spreading outward across the dirt in a pale, yielding pancake as the sole of Tsunade's foot pinned it completely in place. She shifted her weight with clinical precision, grinding the stiff, hypersensitive nipple against the rough ground in a slow, circular motion that dragged the peak across small stones and grit. A visible, full-body shudder ran through the kneeling figure beneath her.
"Talk," Tsunade ordered, voice low, cold, and absolute. "Who are you. Why did you steal my face and my body. Why did you let them do all of that to it."
She pressed harder.
The nipple was crushed completely flat against the earth, rolled and scraped beneath the sole of her foot with each small, deliberate adjustment of weight. The fake's breath hitched into a short, broken sound.
Soft, involuntary whimpers slipped from her throat even as she tried to form words. Tsunade interpreted every twitch, every helpless little moan, as simple pain and only increased the pressure, grinding the hypersensitive peak in steady, merciless circles.
Her other foot came down a moment later, pinning the opposite breast in exactly the same way until both enormous soft mounds were fully trapped and continuously stimulated against the dirt.
"Answer me."
Robin's voice came out broken, wet, and already thick with unwanted pleasure.
"I… I just wanted… ah—!"
Another firm, circular grind cut the sentence short. Clear fluid began to bead at the entrance of her empty cunt and then trickle down the inner curve of her thigh, dripping onto the dirt in slow, glistening drops. Tsunade's golden eyes narrowed. She believed she was torturing the imposter into compliance.
She did not yet understand that every crushing roll of her foot across those stiff, trapped nipples was feeding the exact bottomless hunger that had created this entire disastrous mess in the first place.
She kept interrogating, voice never rising, pressure never easing.
"How long have you been wearing my form? How many people saw those images? What was the point of making the clones?"
Each question was punctuated by another deliberate shift of weight, another slow, grinding circle that mashed the soft, heavy breasts even flatter into the ground and scraped the nipples across dirt, grit, and small stones.
The fake's hips began to move in tiny, helpless, involuntary circles. Her breathing turned into short, high, desperate gasps. The trickle between her legs became a steady, continuous drip that formed a small dark spot in the dirt beneath her.
Tsunade's expression remained locked in cold fury, but something colder and far more interested began to surface behind her golden eyes as she watched the body identical to her own tremble, leak, and quietly fall apart under her feet.
"Last chance," she said, pressing down with a greater share of her weight. Both enormous breasts were now completely flattened, the soft flesh forced outward in pale rings around her sandals, nipples trapped and continuously, mercilessly stimulated against the earth. "Why."
The answer tore out of Robin in a raw, desperate, almost sobbing cry as her entire body locked up under the dual pressure.
"I JUST DID IT BECAUSE MY CUNT IS TOO HUNGRY FOR MY BRAIN TO HANDLE~~!"
The confession ended in a hard, uncontrolled, full-body squirt. Clear fluid sprayed across the dirt in a messy, forceful arc, wetting Tsunade's sandals, the tops of her feet, and the ground between them in a glistening splash.
The fake's back arched as much as the pinned breasts would allow, mouth open in a silent, blissful scream while the orgasm ripped through her in visible waves. Her thighs shook. More fluid kept pulsing out of her in smaller aftershocks.
Tsunade stared down at the sight in silence her own face and body, completely nude, filthy with the evidence of everything that had already been done to it, pinned under her feet, openly squirting from nothing more than having her massive tits crushed into the dirt while confessing the most pathetic and honest possible motive.
Something dark and newly awakened stirred behind the real Hokage's golden eyes.
A slow, thin smile that did not reach those eyes curved her lips as she kept her foot exactly where it was, still grinding the hypersensitive, trapped nipple against the ground in small, thoughtful circles, and watched the masochist beneath her continue to twitch, drip, and breathe in shaky, satisfied little gasps.
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