Chapter 3: Helping Her One Way Or Another

It had been days since Naruto manipulated Sakura into receiving his training on how to please men like Sasuke — the only boy she desired. While they had gone through basics like kissing and intimate touching, there was a sizable hurdle left for the teacher and student. And Naruto, eager to see his scheme be a success, was more than willing to push the kunoichi's buttons until she conceded. So, in preparation for today, the future Hokage had thought up convincing lines, words, and phrases that would rattle poor Sakura enough— to the point where she could be open to anything, so long as it got her Sasuke's affections.

Naruto would sit, waiting for Sakura in the classroom — aka Naruto's apartment — and play with his hands as he fantasizes about this long, awaited-day. Claiming Sakura for his own, ravaging her, and starting her along the desired path. As his body was getting more and more excited at the sheer thought of it all, he heard a knocking, Sakura calling out: "N- Naruto, it's me!" Their past intimacy had gotten Sakura a bit less crude, and more personal with the blonde-shinobi. The boy smiled, going to the door, unlocking it, and opening it to her, Sakura stepping in to give the blonde a kiss on the lips, showing some hesitance as she did so. It was an order on Naruto's part; kiss before and after a lesson, to get her used to kissing. Of course, she didn't like kissing Naruto at this point, but the shinobi considered it a work-in-progress.

After the kiss concluded, a smiling Naruto closed his door, and locked it. He liked to keep their affairs quiet, at least until he secured Sakura's unyielding devotion to him. The young blonde had then escorted her to his bedroom, taking a seat on the bed as he faced down the girl with the Cherry-Blossom hair. "You did well so far, Sakura. Sasuke will really like it. But, there's still an important step left to take!" The kunoichi couldn't help but show an expression of dread at those words, having a good idea of exactly what Naruto had been referring to. "I- I don't think I can do it, Naruto. That's an awfully big thing to." Sakura mused, trying to make up an excuse for not doing so. The supposed sensei was not going to take no, for an answer, however, and was visibly disappointed in Sakura's decision. "Well, you know I've only been doing this to help, and I'll continue to," Naruto said, suddenly forming the handseals for the Shadow Clone technique.

Poof!

A slight showing of smoke was followed up with Naruto and Naruto gripping Sakura by her arms, holding her back as a third Naruto got out of bed. "I'm going to help you, whether you like it or not," The third Naruto— the real Naruto has said. And, as he spoke, Naruto was already stripping away his clothes, bringing his young body into full-nudity, all of him on display for the kunoichi he had pinned to the bed. "You I- idiot, enough of this already! No more kidding around! Let me go!" A slightly scared Sakura let out, refusing to give her first time to this ero-sensei of her's. Naruto would lean forward, bringing his nude body atop her's, the pinkette able to see his frighteningly large nine-inch rod. Of course, it wasn't that size was Naruto was this young; it was a perk of the technique Naruto used to go back as his younger-self. The blonde shinobi kept his intelligence, techniques, chakra pool, and his tool. Which would, clearly, help the future Hokage out. He would give Sakura this look of consideration before, giving that mischievous grin she'd seen so often before. "I could do that, but why would I want to rob you of this opportunity? Unless you want Ino to claim Sasuke for herself." Naruto suggested, watching Sakura's face light up at the suggestion of that.

Before the kunoichi could respond, the blonde sensei tore into Sakura's qipao dress, de-robing the vulnerable girl infront of him. "You may not like it now… But one day… You'll be thanking me," Naruto and his clones told her, taking pauses after each statement, during which the next Naruto spoke. And once more, so it seemed like they were all involved. Though, in reality, only the real Naruto was going to be having fun with poor Sakura. Now equally nude, Naruto's needy-hands pushed into Sakura's flat chest, pinching and twisting on the kunoichi's nipples. He'd felt her up before, but this situation made things way more exciting than usual. As his clones held her down, the real Naruto continued his touching and teasing, grasping at her thin breast-flesh, giving her some attention before he went much further. "Did- Did you even do anything yet? Feels like little tickles against me." Sakura kept her meek attitude, refusing to give Naruto the satisfaction he was after as she tried pulling out of the shadow clones' grasp.

"That so, Sakura? Guess I'll have to do a better job." Naruto said with a grin. He moved a hand from one her breasts to the kunoichi's slit, fingering the pink entrance and letting the digit explore her young cavern. She would wince a bit, struggling a little less, but bite her lip to stifle any escaping sounds. "Gi- Give it up before you go too far, idiot!" Sakura still whined, knowing that the past lessons made her more sensitive to lewd acts like this. She knew that if this happened, there'd be no escaping this depraved adulthood Naruto established for her. The ero-sensei, however, hadn't changed his mind on taking Sakura then and there. In fact, he pulled out his finger, and waved it in her face. "For someone so sure she doesn't want this, you sure let out a lot of this stuff," Naruto remarked, having shown Sakura juices accumulated in her pink hole.

Despite her claims of the opposite, Naruto remained unconvinced, and predictably decided to go for what he had planned. As the clones held down an agitated Sakura, the true Naruto took hold of his nine-inch rod, guiding it as he lowered himself down onto Sakura. Slowly, that tool of his pushed far into Sakura's tight hole, robbing the kunoichi of her vaginal virginity as she laid there crying, begging: "Take it out! Take it out! That was for Sasuke!" Naruto, meanwhile, smiled, occasionally grunting, as he watched his shaft pump in and out of Sakura at a growing pace. "Yes, Sakura, it is! Which is why we're practicing!" Naruto exclaimed, his throbbing, adult-sized girth filling up her tiny body. The future Hokage presses his face to her chest, nibbling on the nuns as he violated her with little care to her emotional acceptance. All of this buildup was a sham, anyways; he just needed to reach this point. Once he got her hooked, she'll do whatever he says.

"You're a monster, Naruto! A monster!" Sakura yelled, using a nickname Naruto has not heard since his childhood. Despite her justified words, Naruto didn't ease up on the pinkette, in-fact only going rougher on her with each ball-slapping pound inside Sakura. "If so, I'm the monster you need," Naruto had replied to his sobbing student, raping her in a way that — due to using no protection — could result in a pregnancy. While doing all this, the clones had realized Sakura's loudness posed a problem. To solve this, these Shadow Clones grabbed a fragment of Sakura's dress, balling it up— only to stuff it in Sakura's mouth. Shutting her up. As she was silenced, Naruto's thrusts grew more and more powerful, slamming the tip against the end of her hole, not violating the kunoichi's womb.

Before long, the look of pain, frustration, denial, and fear, were replaced by mindless or pleasure-like expressions. It was as though Naruto's tool drilled away these bitter, hurt emotions— if only for a short time. This had all pleased the future Hokage seeing it as a first step, one that would things much easier for the blonde shinobi. As the throbbing, twitching meatstick slammed inside her, it was steadily releasing shot after shot of jizz inside Sakura. His mind would eventually drain as well, acting solely on depraved impulses to fuck and fill Sakura up. If she had asked him to stop, he'd be less inclined to do so, and the clones would merely continue holding Sakura in place. Though, with any luck, they won't be necessary next time.

In a few hours, Sakura would be a cum-filled mess, unconscious from all the rough, harsh fucking. Naruto left her rear alone for the moment, instead looking down over Sakura as he smiles, finally back — not lost in his impulses any longer. As he looked over the sleeping pinkette, he pondered his future with her. "We'll keep doing this, my student… We'll shape up that small body of your's, and make you my personal cumdumpster," Naruto said, patting her on the head. Of course, with being raped, the nightmares in Sakura's head, and the trauma caused by it

— similar to this training — have only just begun.