[* 3rd Person POV *]
Tsunade froze.
The heavy, veined length of Grogthar's cock filled her entire field of vision thick as her wrist, long enough that the dark, swollen head still sat well above her eye level even after he had pointed it toward her face.
A fresh, glistening string of precum had already begun to reform at the slit, swaying gently in the torchlight. The raw, musky scent of it rolled over her in a thick wave, stronger now that the source was so close. Her golden eyes widened. Shock, hunger, and raw, unmistakable lust flickered across them in rapid succession, the pupils dilating until only a thin ring of gold remained.
To every watching man it looked like the final collapse of a proud warrior. They saw a defeated Hokage staring at the cock that had just ordered her onto her knees, her mind clearly wrestling with the depth of her humiliation.
A few of them muttered crude encouragement. Others simply stared, cocks in hand, waiting to see how far the legendary woman would fall.
Inside, Tsunade was trembling with delight.
Everything was unfolding better than she had dared hope. The strip, the jeers, the open stroking, the thick cock now leaking in front of her face each new degradation fed the dark, masochistic hunger that had been coiling tighter in her belly since the moment the kimono first tore.
She wanted them crueler. She wanted them meaner. She wanted every filthy word and rough hand the camp could offer. And to get it, she still had to play the part of the reluctant, prideful damsel who was only submitting because she had no choice.
She forced her voice into a low, hateful rasp.
"Just because I am doing this doesn't mean I lost," she said, the words sharp and bitter. "You just got lucky."
The men loved it. A fresh roar of laughter and approval rolled through the ranks. Grogthar's smirk widened.
Tsunade's hands finally dropped away from her body. The enormous weight of her breasts swung free again, heavy and unrestricted, as she slowly, deliberately sank to her knees in the mud.
The soft, pale flesh of her tits jiggled and swayed with every inch she descended, the stiff nipples cutting small arcs through the air. By the time her bare knees settled into the cold wet earth, both massive breasts hung low and full, the undersides nearly brushing her thighs.
The men closest to the front looked like they had been granted a private vision of heaven; several of them openly groaned, strokes turning faster and wetter.
She leaned forward.
The first hanging string of precum still clung to the tip of Grogthar's cock, stretching downward in a clear, sticky thread. Tsunade's tongue slipped out, the tip trembling just slightly as it touched the warm, salty fluid.
She dragged it upward in a slow, deliberate lick, collecting the entire string into her mouth. The taste hit her immediately thick, musky, slightly bitter, and so intensely male that her toes curled in the mud.
Fuck… it's disgusting. It's so fucking nasty. And I want more of it.
Outwardly her face twisted into a perfect mask of revulsion nose wrinkled, lips curled, eyes half-lidded as if the flavor alone was an insult. Inside, her cunt clenched hard around nothing, a fresh rush of slick heat sliding down the insides of her thighs. She swallowed the precum with an audible gulp, then immediately went back for the next droplet that had already begun to form.
Grogthar watched her with pure, dark satisfaction. He gave his cock a slow, deliberate wave, the heavy shaft swinging from side to side. Fresh precum welled at the slit and stretched into new glistening threads.
Tsunade followed each one with her tongue, licking them clean in long, careful strokes while her expression remained locked in that same disgusted grimace. The men surrounding them were almost silent now, the only sounds the wet slap of hands on cocks and the soft, wet noise of Tsunade's tongue against their boss's leaking head.
She finished the last hanging drop and moved higher.
The broad, dark head of Grogthar's cock filled her vision completely. A thick, creamy layer of smegma had gathered in the groove beneath the crown, mixed with fresh precum that continuously beaded and slid down the shaft.
The smell here was stronger, richer, almost overwhelming raw cock and unwashed arousal concentrated into a single, dizzying cloud. Tsunade's nostrils flared. Her tongue darted out again, slower this time, tracing the edge of the head and scooping up the first thick smear of the mixture.
It tastes even worse up close… thicker… dirtier… and it's making me so wet I can feel it running down my legs.
She licked again, and again, cleaning the smegma and precum in careful, thorough strokes while her face stayed twisted in outward disgust. Every pass of her tongue drew a low, approving rumble from Grogthar's chest.
The men behind him were openly panting now, some of them already close to spilling just from the sight of the former Hokage on her knees, tongue working over their boss's filthy cockhead.
Tsunade pulled back just enough to speak, her voice still carrying that same bitter, hateful edge even as a thin strand of spit and precum connected her lower lip to the tip of his cock.
"Are you really going to make me do this?" she demanded. "Do you think I am some sort of dirty discarded rag for you to use?"
The slap came without warning.
Grogthar's open hand cracked across her face hard enough to snap her head to the side. The sharp sound of flesh on flesh cut through the camp like a gunshot. Tsunade's eyes flew wide in perfect outward shock, a bright red handprint already blooming across her cheek. A thin trail of spit and precum clung to the corner of her mouth.
Inside, her entire body lit up.
The sting radiated outward in hot waves, straight down her spine and into her cunt. Fresh slick gushed from her, coating her inner thighs. Hearts seemed to bloom behind her eyes; the humiliation was so perfect, so exactly what she had been craving, that for a moment she almost forgot to keep the mask in place.
Her nipples ached. Her empty pussy clenched rhythmically around nothing. She was dripping into the mud.
She turned her face back toward him slowly, the red mark vivid against her flushed skin, and forced the next words out in a small, broken voice that still managed to sound reluctant.
"I-I am a rag… Sorry~."
Grogthar's smirk returned, darker than before. He rested the heavy, spit-slicked head of his cock against her newly marked cheek, smearing the remaining precum across the red handprint, and waited to see just how thoroughly the legendary Tsunade would clean the rest of him while the entire camp watched.
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