Story: Naruto Massage Invasion

Alright, here goes. It hadn't been easy to get here. Her boss had persuaded her to leave while disguised as a customer, to ensure that the bug freak didn't spot her, didn't bother following her. To that effect, she'd tied her hair up in twintails and rinsed her hair to turn it a totally different colour. From there, a little chakra masking perfume, a big red coat that would make her stick out in a crowd - which might seem a counterintuitive move, but it made her look like she didn't care if she was noticed - and then she was gone.

She'd taken a bit of a circuitous route through the village too. Visiting a few shops, picking up a few items, then after about an hour or so started heading off in the direction of the Hokage's place.

Every muscle in her body was tingling with pleasure. It was always like this by now. Her Master had picked her out because of her beauty and her charisma, and then showed her a state of addictive relaxation which made it impossible for her to not do whatever he asked. He then proceeded to teach her how to do it to others - but not him. Never him. Somehow he'd made himself immune to his own magic fingers, but now...?

Anyway, upon arriving at Tsunade's office, she found herself staring at two ANBU on either side of the entrance. She had no illusions that these were the only guards present. There were probably a lot around here that she could not see at all.

"I'm expected," she said, flashing them a big smile.

The ANBU didn't say anything. There was probably some unseen, unheard communication between them - and then the door opened up, allowing her to enter. She soon met up with a real cutie.

"I'm Shizune," the woman said. "I am the Hokage's personal assistant. She is expecting you."

Of course she is, of course she is. It would have been concerning if she was <i>not</i> expected by now. The message they'd been run had invited them to a discreet meeting, but oh, her boss simply could not come at the drop of a hat, and so here she was to make things quite clear.

Soon enough they were let in, where Tsunade was sitting, clearly blissed out. There was a glassy quality to her eyes that was a key sign. She'd been given a pretty good basic rubdown - but now she was ready for a real proper mindfuck.

It comes in stages, you see. A simple shoulder rub. The free taste to get you hooked. Leading into a backrub that leaves you barking like a dog. Then, shortly after that, depending on the willpower of the person involved, the full body rubdown that leaves your brain wide open to suggestion. Any suggestion would do - 

And so, she sat down opposite the pretty Hokage, and smiled a beaming smile at her.

"You're not the owner," she said.

"My apologies, he was in the middle of a rather complicated rubdown," she said. "He will be more than happy to meet with you when it has concluded. In the meantime I should be able to address all of your queries with aplomb."

"Really now?" Tsunade quirked an eyebrow. "What's so tricky about this rubdown?"

"Apparently, they had an undetected injury," she replied smoothly. "He's administering some first aid to it. Nothing life threatening, but he could hardly leave them in that condition either. You understand, don't you?"

Of course she did. She has training as a medical ninja. In fact that's something of an understatement - Tsunade is the modern equivalent of a medical nin legend. This is why her showing up so early had her Master panicked so much - if anyone would notice what he was doing, it would be her.

This is why they had to get someone close enough to her to try hitting her in a way she wouldn't expect - hence the sensory deprivation tank. A truly brilliant measure to ensure that she did not, could not see what was coming. It wouldn't be as effective as a full blown massage, but it would make her ever so vulnerable to the addictive qualities.

"Hrm," Tsunade grunted. "I hope he's medically certified then."

"He's not a medical ninja, but he does have sufficient experience in first aid and triage protocols," she replied immediately. "In any event, I should be able to answer your questions until he is able to meet with you personally."

"Very well then," Tsunade began. "We already discussed your intentions within the village. Since then, I've had a more thorough background check performed on both of you."

Tsunade pulled out some papers, laying them on the desk. "From what I can tell, the two of you met up about two years ago and have been travelling together ever since -"

"May I take a look?" she asked, rising to her feet and getting behind Tsunade as she shuffled through her paperwork. "Is anything the matter?"

"It's nothing major," Tsunade said. "If it was something serious, you would have been visited by ANBU, not summoned to see me personally. I was simply curious about - Oh!"

By now, Tsunade's neck had a pair of hands on it. Not in a threatening way, mind. They were instead on the back of her neck. It went to show how far under she was already, that she allowed someone to touch her here. It would have been trivial for an enemy to strike her carotid like this. Instead, she was getting a gentle, delicate neckrub that made her entire body seem to almost melt like pudding.

"R-Right here, there's a bit of a gap in your history," Tsunade said. As she spoke, her voice was becoming lighter. Airier. More and more relaxed, the more that the massage went on. "I was curious what you were - Ohhhh~"

"What we were doing at the time?" she finished. A little more, and Tsunade would most likely not be capable of doing much but answering single word questions. "We were honing our craft. Learning the ins and outs of a proper rubdown. Nothing more to it than that."

That was in addition to the remarkable amount of sex they were having. Yes, she remembered that period of time quite well. When she had been left drowning in pleasure, reduced to little more than a sexual plaything, mewling and pleading for more pleasure, more, more, never having her fill, being incapable of saying no to him - a state that she would likely soon wind up in herself.

"Guhhh~" Tsunade warbled and collapsed onto her desk. Oh? She shouldn't be this far along already. Unless... She'd been given a quite potent massage already? But who could that be? Neither of them had gone near Tsunade, and the massage she'd received yesterday was a bog standard one. Totally ordinary by any measure. It would relieve tension, but it would not make you as loopy as this! Not by any means!

Had someone else figured out how to do this? Oh no. That was - That wasn't in the plan, was it? Sakura was supposed to just put her in the sensory deprivation tank, maybe give her a basic shoulder rub to get her in the mood, but - 

But Tsunade was reacting like someone on her third addictive level massage.

Huh? Huh?! Huh?! What the hell was this now? She gulped nervously, and then realised that the die was cast. The rubicon crossed. If she stopped now, Tsunade might snap out of her blissful state, and ask some more pointed and direct questions. This was too fast. No, really, this was way faster than they intended. Was this a trap of some sort? Should she stop, or was her first instinct the right one?

For now the only thing she could think to do was carry on. Just stay calm. Carry on doing what she had been doing already. She was here for a purpose, right? Get Tsunade into a nice suggestible state so that she'd listen to what they wanted, maybe fuck her Master good and hard, and hand over the keys to the village, as it were.

But it seemed like someone had beat them to the punch? Who? Sakura? It couldn't be her, could it? She'd only just been mindscrewed enough that she should be capable of anything remotely like this!

What if it was? What if she'd internalised the techniques and then improved upon them? Which would mean that she might have put other ideas into Tsunade's head without their knowledge. Which could really make a huge mess of the plan. A huge, colossal mess that might, very well could act like sand in the machine.

Which all left her nervous as hell about what she should do now. Her hands were already sliding down Tsunade's collar, functionally starting to remove her top. If she kept going at the pace she'd planned it, she'd have her hands on those huge boobs in about a minute flat, which suddenly did not feel like nearly enough time to figure out what the hell she should do now!

All of a sudden she wasn't feeling all too relaxed anymore. Even this almighty massage technique has its limits, it seems - and she was reaching hers!

"S-So! Tsunade!" she said, an octave higher than her normal speaking cadence. "Um! We were considering, um, making it mandatory for kunoichi to learn how to give massages. You know, as part of their training? We think it would be super helpful in their undercover missions."

"Huh? Yeah, sure," Tsunade moaned. "Probably oughta teach them how to fuck a guy into a coma too whlie we're at it..."

Was that sarcasm, or was she being genuine here?! Oooh! She couldn't tell at all she could not tell at all she could not. Tell. At. All! What was real? What was fantasy? What was she thinking? Was this a cunning trap - or was she already primed to associate massages with sexual relief?!

"Um! Do you wanna have sex?"

"With a guy, not you," Tsunade immediately replied. "Know any hot studs?"

"I think I might?" was her reply. "Maybe?" It was entirely possible that her Master might be getting some hokage pussy sooner than either of them had quite anticipated. Or they were about to be put into a hellish genjutsu intended to make them spill their guts. Either way, it's just like she'd said earlier - the die was cast and she had no option but to play the game that had been set for her.

If only she was getting a shoulder rub right now herself, she'd be feeling a lot better.