House of punishment
I en postapokalyptisk värld jagas de få Futanari som fortfarande lever av överlägsna fraktioner av mänskligheten... Du, en ung Futanari, har fallit i en fälla... Du har blivit kidnappad med våld.... Du vaknar upp, bunden till ett bord, på en mörk och skrämmande plats... Kommer du att kunna fly, överleva eller ge upp...
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.