[* 3rd Person POV *]
Tsunade stared down at the sight in silence for a long moment her own face and body, completely nude, filthy with the mixed evidence of everything that had already been done to it throughout the night, 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 rough ground in small, thoughtful, almost experimental circles, and watched the masochist beneath her continue to twitch, drip, and breathe in shaky, satisfied little gasps.
"Is that so?"
The words left Tsunade's mouth soft and almost curious, the thin smile still fixed in place as if she were considering a mildly interesting puzzle. Then her foot left the flattened breast. In the same fluid motion she drew her leg back and drove a sharp, precisely chakra-reinforced kick straight into the fake's soft midsection.
Robin's body left the ground as if launched.
She flew backward in a helpless, tumbling arc, her enormous heavy breasts trailing and bouncing behind her in exaggerated slow-motion arcs, and crashed through the already half-collapsed outer wall of the nearest ruined building in a loud explosion of dust, splintered wood, crumbling concrete, and falling debris.
She landed hard on her back amid the wreckage, the impact driving the air from her lungs in a sharp cry and making her massive tits bounce and slap together violently for several long seconds before finally settling.
Tsunade followed at a leisurely, unhurried walk, stepping calmly through the new jagged hole she had just created in the wall. Golden eyes never left the dazed, sprawled figure on the debris-strewn floor.
She dropped to one knee between the fake's thick, still-trembling thighs with deliberate control, reached down with both hands, and drove three fingers of each hand straight into the soaked, still-twitching cunt without the slightest warning or preparation.
Chakra flared brightly along her fingers.
The speed of the thrusting increased instantly to something inhuman and relentless wet, rapid, continuous pistoning that filled the ruined room with loud, overlapping sounds of water gushing, squelching, and splashing.
Clear fluid sprayed around Tsunade's hands in rhythmic, forceful arcs with every deep thrust, splashing across the broken debris, the real Hokage's forearms, and the floor in widening wet patches. The noise echoed off the cracked walls and partially collapsed ceiling, wet and obscene and impossible to ignore or escape.
Robin's back arched hard almost immediately. Loud, broken, high-pitched moans tore from her throat without restraint.
"W-wait—stop—it's too much—ahh—please—!"
Tsunade ignored every plea as if she had not heard them.
Her chakra-enhanced fingers kept moving at that merciless, accelerated speed, curling hard against sensitive front walls, scissoring open, and driving deep in continuous rapid strokes. The wet gushing sounds only grew louder and messier as more and more clear fluid poured and sprayed out of the overstimulated hole around her hands.
Robin's massive breasts heaved and bounced heavily with every forced full-body convulsion, the soft flesh rippling and slapping together. Her thick thighs tried repeatedly to close around Tsunade's arms and failed each time against the superior strength. Her hands scrabbled uselessly at the debris and broken wood around her, finding no purchase and no escape.
The pleasure was overwhelming and inescapable. Her insides clenched and fluttered wildly around the invading fingers in tight, rhythmic waves that tried desperately to milk them.
She was right there right on the razor edge of another powerful orgasm but every single time her body started to tip over the edge, Tsunade adjusted the angle of her fingers or the exact speed of the thrusting just enough to hold her suspended in that desperate, shaking, whimpering place without ever allowing full release.
"Please—please let me cum—I can't take it—it's too much—ahh—!"
Tsunade's thin smile never faded. She kept fingering the identical body at that brutal, chakra-accelerated pace without pause, the continuous wet sounds of gushing fluid echoing through the ruined building like a filthy soundtrack, holding the masochist deliberately and precisely at the edge of climax while those cold golden eyes watched every twitch, every desperate moan, and every failed attempt to push over the edge with newly awakened, focused interest.
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