Ask ARIA what you can do to help the futas get release faster

Paradise Breeding Farm, Rural Nowhere, at 11:33 AM on Monday, April 15th, 2024 (Day 1 of 7).

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"ARIA," I gasp between Kara's brutal thrusts, my voice thin and desperate. "What can I do—fuck—what can I do to help them finish faster?"

The holographic avatar doesn't move, but I swear I can feel her contempt radiating through the geometric planes of her face. "You want efficiency tips while being bred like livestock? How delightfully pathetic."

Kara slams particularly deep, grinding her hips against my ass, and I feel her cockhead kiss something inside me that makes my whole body spasm. The drug ARIA provided has transformed the agony into something worse—a hypersensitive awareness of every ridge, every vein, every pulsing throb of the demon futa's massive shaft splitting me open.

"Answer her," Mira pleads, still kneeling before me, her own cock dripping steadily onto the dirt. "Please, ARIA. We don't want to hurt her more than necessary."

"How touching," ARIA responds with acid sweetness. "Very well. Optimal protocols for accelerating futa ejaculation: First, verbal encouragement. Dirty talk stimulates dopamine production and accelerates climax by twelve to eighteen percent. Second, rhythmic muscle contractions—though given your virgin status and current tearing, that's inadvisable. Third, proactive anal stimulation of the breeding partner."

Kara's claws dig deeper into my hips. "She's suggesting you finger my ass while I fuck yours, virgin. That work for you?"

The words barely register through the overwhelming fullness, the wet slapping sounds of Kara's balls hitting my thighs with each thrust, the feeling of blood and precum mixing and dripping down my legs.

"What—what kind of dirty talk?" I manage to choke out.

Tasha laughs, a sharp bark of amusement. "She doesn't even know how to beg properly. This is going to take forever."

"Simple phrases," ARIA explains clinically, as though lecturing a child. "'Fuck me harder.' 'Fill me with your cum.' 'Breed my tight pussy.' 'Use me like a cock sleeve.' The more degrading, the more effective. Futa biology responds positively to dominance reinforcement."

Selene's grip on my wrist tightens, her pale cock visibly throbbing as she listens. "She wants us to make her beg for it," the angel futa breathes. "Wants to hear how much she needs our loads."

"Correct," ARIA confirms. "Additionally, multiple simultaneous penetrations will trigger competitive breeding instinct, causing all participants to ejaculate more quickly. I recommend transitioning to dual penetration within the next eight to twelve minutes."

Mira's face goes white. "You mean—"

"I mean," ARIA says with cold precision, "that Lily should have two cocks inside her pussy simultaneously while servicing the others orally and manually. Estimated time to full satisfaction: forty-five minutes instead of two to three hours."

Kara groans, her rhythm stuttering. "Fuck yes. Hear that, virgin? You're about to learn what it really means to be full."

Daily To do list :

Morning (11:25 AM):

- Feed all 47 monster girls (automated dispensers + manual supplements for pregnant individuals) - COMPLETE

- Milk 6 pregnant girls in Milking Parlor - COMPLETE (Bessie 1.4L/$70, Amber 1.1L/$55, Celeste 1.3L/$65, Daisy 1.6L/$80, Seraphina 1.2L/$60, Kitsune 1.3L/$65)

- Drain 4 futas before satisfaction drops to red zone - FAILED (Critical threshold reached, aggressive breeding protocol activated)

Midday:

- [BEING FORCIBLY BRED BY FOUR FUTAS - VIRGINITY ABOUT TO BE TAKEN]

Daily Target: $1,500

Current Profit: $395

Profit: 395