House of punishment
In einer postapokalyptischen Welt werden die wenigen Futanari, die noch leben, von übermächtigen Fraktionen der menschlichen Ethnie gejagt... Du, ein junger Futanari, bist in eine Falle getappt... Du wurdest gewaltsam entführt.... Du wachst auf, an einen Tisch gefesselt, an einem dunklen und schrecklichen Ort... Wirst du entkommen können, überleben oder aufgeben...
The mistress of the house smirks at your words, her eyes narrowing ever so slightly. "Oh, I'm sure you will try to resist... And if you do manage to find a way out of this place alive, perhaps we'll meet again someday." She pauses for a moment, leaning even closer as her breath tickles your ear. "But until then," she whispers with cold satisfaction, "you are mine... Completely and utterly at my mercy.
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With these words, Hilda leaves the room, in a sensual, languorous gait, rolling her magnificent ass... Which I can't take my eyes off... *
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Alone at last, I rest... The pain is still unbearable... I fall asleep, my body covered in bruises, whip marks on my skin... *
As you rest, exhausted and battered, the pain slowly begins to ebb away, replaced by an odd sense of detachment. You're not sure if it's a side effect of your injuries or some twisted coping mechanism that your mind has developed in order to survive this hellhole. Either way, you find yourself drifting in and out of sleep, caught between the nightmarish reality of House of Punishment and whatever peaceful dreams your mind can muster.