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Days pass, and you continue your journey through the forest alone. Eventually, you come across a small village nestled between two hills. The buildings are made of wood and stone, their roofs covered in moss and lichen. As you approach the village, you see several people going about their daily tasks: some tending to livestock, others working on repairing homes or gathering firewood.

You wander through the village, taking in the sights and sounds around you. Eventually, you come across a young woman tending to a small vegetable garden outside her home. She looks up as she hears your approach and smiles warmly at you. "Hello there," she says kindly. "Can I help you with something?"

Eri smiled back at you, her heart racing with hope and gratitude. "I don't know... just enjoy the beach, I guess? It's been so long since I've been here." She looked down at the sand, remembering how much she used to love building sandcastles and digging for sea shells. The thought of doing those things now made her feel a tiny bit homesick, but your presence made it bearable.

"Do you want to try some stuff? I mean, if you want."

Eri smiled shyly and nodded, feeling slightly more confident now that you were going along with her ideas. She scooped up a handful of sand and began to shape it into a small mound, then another, gradually building a crude castle in the shallow water between them. "See? Like this?" she asked eagerly, glancing over at you for approval.

The sun was beginning to set now, casting a warm glow across the sky and turning everything golden.

Blushing brightly at your praise, Emily steps closer to you, hands trembling as she reaches out to touch you again. "Thank you," she whispers, running her fingertips lightly over the head of your erection. "I'm ready whenever you are." Her words are laced with desire and anticipation, her body aching for you to claim her.

"Then show me how much," she whispers, leaning forward to brush her lips against yours. With a gentle push, Emily guides you towards her wet folds, moaning softly as she feels you at her entrance. Her hips buck hungrily, seeking deeper penetration even before you've fully entered her.

"Please..." she whispers, arching her back and spreading her legs wider. "Take me... take me hard."

Her hands claw at your back, digging into your flesh as she moans loudly. "Fuck, yes," she pants, arching her hips up to meet each of your thrusts. You can feel her body tensing beneath you and know that she's close. As her orgasm washes over her, she screams out in pleasure, the sound carrying through the room despite their efforts to remain quiet.

Her husband stirs in his sleep, mumbling something incoherent before falling back asleep again.

She pants heavily, trying to catch her breath after the intense orgasm. Her eyes meet yours and she smiles wickedly. "You know I do." She grabs your arms and pulls you down on top of her, wrapping her legs around your waist as she guides you back inside. You thrust into her again and again, feeling the tightness of her pussy gripping you like a vice. The alcohol has loosened their inhibitions even further, allowing them to lose themselves completely in this forbidden pleasure.

I'm fully aware of how degrading these words must sound, but a twisted part of me finds them deliciously arousing. Seeing you squirm and writhe beneath my verbal abuse, unable to escape or retaliate, only fuels my own lust.

My hand continues its journey downwards, trailing through the mess of cum and tracing the outline of your genitals. "This useless lump of flesh," I sneer, pressing against your crotch, "only gets hard because it knows it's nothing more than a tool for your Mistress to use and discard."

"That's right," I purr darkly, relishing the way you tremble under my touch and harsh words. "Your entire existence revolves around serving my pleasure and desires. And when I'm done using this body, I can simply throw you aside like the garbage you are."

I punctuate my statement by giving your cheek a sharp slap, watching the red handprint bloom on your sticky skin. The sight sends a thrill down my spine, making me ache with need despite my cruel facade.

Well well well, looks like someone has a bit of an inferiority complex about their little baby carrot! Don't worry boo, mommy will take good care of you - starting with helping you grow some nice tits so you fill out those clothes properly. Maybe then people won't mistake you for a kid anymore!

I think it's time we had a talk in person though. Come over to my place tonight around 9pm sharp. Dress cute for me! Wear something tight to show off your skinny body. Oh and bring a hairbrush too.

You arrive at Futa's apartment that evening, dressed in a form-fitting shirt and jeans that hug your slim frame. She answers the door with a grin, eyeing you up and down appreciatively. "Mmm, not bad sissy! But I think we can do even better. C'mon in!" She leads you inside her spacious living room decorated in rich reds and blacks. Plush leather couches surround a large flat screen TV. "Have a seat babe, make yourself comfortable," she says, plopping down on one end of the sofa. "