Bimbo-Pigs and Bosses Oh My

Life was a living Hell since they had gone on that God-forsaken mission.

Well, if you talked to any of the sycophants in the Shrines, they would say 'God-Blessed Mission', but they also thought ejac was the abso-fucking-perfect food/clothing combination a 'Cunt' could possibly enjoy.

Fuck, she shivered at the mere thought, and yes, that was correct, she. Not it.

Ino might be Bimbo-Pig right now, but that was just one aspect. As a Yamanaka, she had been trained on how to disassociate the mind to allow for other systems to play out, and the 'Baptism' she had suffered through was one such system.

'She', the inner mind, could see exactly what depravity had been unleased and soaked into anyone who dared to not have a Penis in this fucked-up society.

How it literally was the liquid version of a Seal, soaking into every follicle, cell, and most importantly orifice it could reach. She would have been awestruck if it weren't used for such a horrifying purpose.

Really, the fact that she actually retained herself was something more of a curse than a gift in this too. It meant that she got a front row seat to seeing her friends and countless Cu-girls, girls drown in cock and sperm and hatred and come back begging for more.

Fuck, it made her Bimbo-hole drip to remember.

Ino grit her teeth where no-one could see her as she strutted down a backalley, what could only be defined as 'slutwear' doing a poor job of hiding her fuckmeat. Trying, and mostly failing, to cover more than any one nipple, her pussy lips, or her asshole at the same time. At least it was warm in the Land of Fire. Not like those poor Spring-Whores who she KNEW had to go around in less because 'it was funny watching them shake to stay warm'.

Stupid sexy monsters.

So here she was, turning tricks on the last orders of her former classmate-turned-owner so he would have some spending money when he got back.

Fucker with his stupid tasty cock. She'd have made a point of stealing that money and using it herself if he hadn't off-handedly said that a Bimbo-Pig would just waste it on make-up and Cunt Treats.

Wasn't her fault the blue shade of lipstick would look fucking amazing lathered on his balls and that those Lollipops were so damn amazing to suck and suck and suck and suck and-

So, obviously, she couldn't whore around Seishi central because, like, what real man PAYS to fuck a Cunt? Fucking backwards, they should be throwin that dough to ride those dicks. If they were actually allowed to carry money and not waste it on ridiculous things like candy and cocks.

So Ino-Bimbo had to actually leave the village to get anything of worth (not that the loads she was filled with on the way out and by the guard to prove she was a super good girl who would come back at dinner like a big bitch weren't worth anything they were wasted on this sowcunt) towards the coastal towns.

Already she spotted a few familiar faces, some of them the town locals who had been working their beats for years, more of them likeminded twats sent by their owners to shake their money-makers (one of the only reasons to keep those twats around, spoiled whores. Like me.)

Fuck, she was so pissed off that so many girls were being **** to do this, and more importantly share her strip which meant less business unless she really turned on the sleaze and she might just be a three-tiered fuckbitch, but damn it she hated (loved) to get dirty.

Ino-Pig would need to aim for the real dirtbags of the lot, the kind she could get with promises of doing anything and make sure they get their monies worth and not actually hurt any of the other whores.

That was the only reason she did it.

Not because her Front and Back Cunts were already quivering at the thought of getting punched, kicked, and fucked till they were black and bruised.

Not because the thin line between her true and false(real, I'mrealrealdontforgotpleaseno) self got a little more smudged each time the cocky grin got knocked off her face and the taste slapped out of her mouth.

Not because she could stumble home a broken mess and take a rejuvenating Cum bath to fix the damage and do the whole thing again tomorrow.

Certainly not. What did you think it was? A Bimbo-Pig? So stupid, it thought only Cunts were that stupid…

(Meanwhile, across the Confident, actually important things were happening.)

To ignore the Daimyo in all this was to court ****.

In a world of assassins who could run as fast as the wind, strike back lightning from the sky and leave the very Earth scorched and desolate in the wake of their battles, it can never be forgotten that Money was its own special kind of power.

Each Daimyo, alone, had the capital to keep afloat their own city states and Ninja villages. Hundreds of thousands of jobs, billions of Ryo, all to ensure those same Daimyo lived a life of carefree luxury.

It wasn’t an exaggeration to say those born into this caste had ‘won at life’.

But who was to say they couldn’t ‘win’ just a bit more?

Naruto strolled through the palace with his entourage of fellow Men and bevy of Cunts, the latter of which temporarily allowed to pretend to be actual people for the time being.

Mmm, it made Naruto’s gut roll that he ever thought any of these cumtargets could approach being worth any kind of positive attention.

The Sand-Sluts had greeted the Seishi Masters with a traditional Cunt salute, legs spread at the knee as far as they could go while speaking their True names with pride.

My Cunt, Silkrag, and I’m Sorry were their descriptions, and Naruto could immediately understand why after using them on the way to the Palace.

My Cunt had shit-tier Mouth and Asscunts, but its Fuckbox was alright. Silkrag made a great cleanup bitch, wringing every last drop of jizz off their Cocks and her fellow fuckholes to stuff in her own Facecunt, doing a wonderful job getting rid of the evidence and shutting herself up. Chewing it like a cow and its cud.

I’m Sorry was a fucking disgrace though. Couldn’t even take a cock properly without squirting what passes for her brains out and was barely better with her other holes. The only thing she could do anywhere near well was taking a hit, but even that wasn’t as satisfying as it should be given how fast she healed. Naruto wondered just why they even still kept such a sorry waste of air on the nonexistent payroll, until he was pulled aside and told about the steady stream of Cuntmeat who came charging in trying to ‘save’ her from her bevies of obviously abusive partners.

God, it was enough to make Naruto laugh. A real piece of rapebait! Just not in the way most thought of it.

It was with this thought putting a smile on his face that Naruto entered the actual room of the Daimyo himself, off-handedly spanking Penis Pit’s ass as it had started to shake.

Can’t have a Cunt making him look bad in front of someone actually important after all.

“Hello Sir! Thanks for letting us meet with you!” Naruto began cheerfully, eyes trailing over the room for a moment before stopping on the one eyesore in the room.

The Daimyo’s ‘wife’. Fuck, what a disgusting creature. Maybe at one point it was something worth showing off, a trophy born and bred for the purpose of looking pretty and little else, but whatever shine it had had been more than worn away with age.

Now all that was left was a fat, ugly piece of shit wrapped in fancy clothes petting an equally infuriating cat.

No, Naruto didn’t hold any kind of grudge. He just wanted the one being in the world who kept that fucking animal from being put in its place once and for all. Then the cat.

“Hmm, of course. The Daimyo always finds time for his subjects who seek to improve the realm.” The man idly waved his fan as he spoke, but that wasn’t enough to hide the way his eyes trailed over the ‘fairer’ sex of Naruto’s group.

He stifled a chuckle at that, both that a Cunt could be fair at anything and that this might be even easier than anticipated. Who didn’t want the finer things in life?

“We couldn’t agree more. Before we get down to business however, would you like to excuse your wife from the room? The topics we want to talk about might be slightly…graphic.” Naruto explained, channeling the disgust he felt at the whale Cunt before him into what he hoped came as disgust for the conversation ahead.

He didn’t know if the Daimyo caught it or not, but either way after a moment the man nodded and motioned her away.

The whale pouted and simmered that it would go play with ‘Tora-chan’ then. Naruto was relieved to see the Daimyo share a shudder with him once its back was turned. Good, so he wasn’t too far gone.

The second the door’s closed and it showed no signs of barging back in, Naruto shared a single look with his group before snapping his fingers.

The guards by the door tensed and began reaching for their weapons as the kunoichi thrust their arms into their outfits, only to be dumbstruck as their clothes were torn away, with the same haste one would if they were on fire.

There stood a smug Naruto, arms crossed in front of four utterly naked Cunts, not a single on of them making any attempt to cover themselves or look up from the floor.

He took a moment to look back at the guards, then over to the Daimyo who was doing his best to burn the image into his mind.

“Oh, I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to startle you, I was just letting my bitches know they could get comfortable again. You know how hard it is to get your Cunt in clothes sometimes. Like dogs, but worse, am I right?” Naruto spoke like it was a common joke one would tell on the street, and I’m Sorry even started giggling for a moment before My Cunt beside her smashed a rib in to get her to be silent again.

The Daimyo was silent, waiting for some ploy or attempt to show this was all some poor joke as he stared straight at the numerous sexpots before him.

Finally, he spoke again.

“Explain to me, exactly, what you bring before me today.”

The grin on Naruto’s face only grew as, with an offhand, he gripped Silkrag by the hair and brought her to his covered crotch.

The Cunt wasted no time spewing denials or attempting to resist, and merely enjoyed getting its face rubbed against the cocksweat and filth that had soaked through enough to burn its eyes.

“I’m here today to right a wrong! For too long have Cunts masqueraded as people and allowed to bullshit us all with half-assed morals and attempts to hold out on sex! Fuck that! We’re men! If we want to fuck them, we’ll do it! They’ll thank us for it and help make up for the constant mistake that is being female!” The passion in Naruto’s voice was undeniable, echoing through the minds of everyone present, barring Silkrag who had finally worked the cockhead out and was suckling away, happy to be useful.

The rest of them, however, could picture it then, with rock hard cocks and moistening Rapegates.

A world without limits. Where a Cunt could be used and thrown away with the same ease one would a soda can. Where any moment their life could be completely upended just for the thrill of a Man’s orgasm, and the Cunt would need to thank them for doing it. Where the old cunt would be traded in for a newer model without exception, interchangeable as any other tool so long as it does the required job.

It was beautiful. As he kept speaking Naruto could see the guards around the room start to eye the offerings he had brought, see how easy it would be to slip into their tight little holes and fulfill one of the only purposes a Cunt was moderately good at.

The Suna-Sluts were forming puddles beneath them from how fast their Pussies were salivating, not caring that a single finger had not even touched it yet as it anticipated their one and only defining factor.

Penis Pet was in ecstasy, the seal within her eyelids and around her tits bombarding her with image after image of the paradise he was describing, alongside phantom sensations of the same, only made worse by its avid imagination that once made it oh so prized for Genjutsu. It was hard to tell which was more of a drooling mess, its Face or Front Cunt.

Finally, Naruto came to an end, panting both from his dry throat, and as he bottomed out in Silkrag’s throatpussy for the 3rd time in the row before pushing her over to the side, utterly uncaring of the fact he was leaving his spit-lathered cock in the air or about the bitch who had choked the fuck out midway through his second load a few minutes ago.

He could see his cum still being gargled in her throat, it would be fine. There were bigger prioritizes than a cockrag.

The Daimyo was still an impartial figure as Naruto looked up at him, but he could see the signs his message was striking true.

The way his nostrils were flaring, taking in the scent of so many Cunts are begging, waiting, to be taken and put to use. How hard he was gripping his fan, white knuckles that would feel so much better wrapped in some bitches hair or windpipe. The hard-on tenting his oh-so expensive pants that would be so much more at home in the depths of a squealing fucktoy. Just a bit more.

And Naruto had just the trump card…

“But it’s not just me who believes this is what needs to be done! That’s why I brought someone from the otherside of the equation to represent us!” Without a single bit of warning, he gripped Penis Pit by the pussylips and pulled it forward, ignoring how it squealed and tried to trip away with an iron grip as its head was **** to finally look up at the Daimyo, tears leaving trails of mascara down her doll-like face.

“This is Penis Pit, a real Cunt who thought she was better than everyone else before it was broken down and taught how much better life is where it is now! And it’s here today to talk about why every being with a Cunt deserves the same to happen to it! Isn’t that great?” The grin on his face would have been welcome on a Devil’s, as Penis Pit felt itself shake uncontrollably.

“P-please. Please don’t make me do this. Don’t be like this. I’ll love you, I’ll do whatever you want, just don’t bring this to-” It tried to bargain only to feel a hand press in on its shoulder, and squeeze.

It hastily held in a shriek as bone ground against bone as small cracking sounds echoed through its mind, while Naruto merely continued to smile.

“Haha, oh, you know I always enjoy a good joke Penis Pet, but this is serious business right now. All I’m asking is that you just be a little less retarded for a minute and then you can go back to being the scatterbrained Cunt we all know you are. Okay? Great. Now go do something useful, for once in your miserable life.” He ‘encouraged’ it before spinning it back towards the ruling figure of the land, who had begun idly stroking his cock at the sight of its prodigious amount of assflesh on display.

Despite the tears still running down her eyes, the snot hanging from her nose, Ku-Penis Pit. Penis Pit managed to form a blinding smile, teeth shining and voice clear despite the darkness behind its eyes.

“Females…are God’s cruelest joke. We are a sick parody of a proper species that we somehow managed to convince we were a part of. Every time we bring another Cunt into this world, we make it worse than it was before, a sin to atone for with the only item we can give with any semblance of value. Not our minds, simple and so that could never compare to a Males. Not our might, for every Cunt who believes for even a moment they can ever compete for even an instant with a Man deserves nothing but a shallow grave.” The words flowed easily from its Facecunt, as if they had been spoken a hundred times.

Because they had been, hour after hour, line after line in that small dark room she now could never live outside of.

The only useful thing it would ever do.

“The only thing a ‘female’ can offer…is everything we are. It’s just a shame that that is only our Cunts, and will never be enough.” The bitter words were only the truth.

With diligence born of repetition, the Cunt known as Penis Pit turned around, dropped to all fours, and presented her Fuckholes, speaking between her legs and uncaring of the stupid look on her face as her fat tits blocked her view.

“That is why this Penis Pit will be the first of many tributes to MANkind in the hopes of atoning for the sin of Cunthood! Please, accept this worthless set of holes and give it a reason to keep wasting air!” The last statement was shouted as loudly as it could reach.

Within an instant, The Daimyo had shed his robes, each as valuable as an entire village with its threadcount, to the side, in favor of making use of this offering.

There was no need for prep, both because the Front Cunt was long since lubricated enough to ensure entry, and because none present in the room really cared about whether a Cunt was ‘ready’ or not to receive a cock.

“So, do we have a deal?” The grin was sly, sure as could be.

And why wouldn’t it be, when the Daimyo looked back with that same glint in his eye when he realized just how much work there was to be done.

And how easy it would be.

“Oh, you’ll have all the support you like so long as you keep supplying quality goods such as this.”

The celebratory orgy lasted for several days as maids were hunted down by guards and nobles alike as, around the world, the world changed irreparably.