PUNISHMENT #8 1/2

So, it’s over now, isn’t it? I remember diving on the grenade and taking the hit. They must’ve ambushed us somewhere. Good play, I’ll give them that. I didn’t see it coming. And I don’t feel bad. They played better, and they deserve it. I messed up and here I am now.

I open my eyes and let them adjust to the lights. I’m Calliope. I lead the Recreationist for three days here. My goal was to make the game fair and equal for everyone. Sure, I had to eliminate some players along the way, but even if I could make the game fair for just half of the players, I would’ve been happy. But then this happened. I myself got eliminated.

I have a collar on with some kind of chain on it and as I look around I see some others next to me on the bed. I am quite surprised, I was expecting to be alone here. I gasp as I realize who they all are. I see Hope sleeping just next to me. It looks like she’s been crying judging by her makeup. I also notice Samantha waking up and crawl up to her. We are all naked, so it’s a bit awkward: “Samantha!” I see her checking her privates and I look away. “Yeah… shit… hey, Calli. I just… the guy he…” She seems to be checking her testicles and I get a weird idea. But it can’t be right. Is this the punishment?

I see Hope waking up too and she groans and sees me: “Calli? What are you doing h-here? Oh shit…” She seems dizzy and I turn to the third one, and it’s Lorelei, the first from my team to be eliminated. “Lorelei! Are you ok?” I ask and tap her shoulder and she seems awake but won’t respond. “Hey? Is everything ok? Did you… get punished yet?” I ask and look around at the girls. They all have shy expressions and I can tell that they have all been punished. I feel pressure on my chest and clench my jaw. Ultimately it was because of me that these girls ended up being eliminated. And even if eliminations were always inevitable, I can’t help but feel guilty now.

Now seeing how my friends have suffered makes my heart ache, it’s so wrong, I feel like a failure. “M-my fucking balls… he almost broke them… fucking hell.” Samantha mutters and I look at her terrified. “H-how about you?” I ask Hope and she is trying to touch her backside but it seems to hurt: “I-it’s nothing, boss… I just… he just… ah.” She winces as she tries to touch her butt. I can only imagine what horrors they made her go through. I turn to Lorelei who still hasn’t said a thing and is lying face down on the bed.

“L-Lorelei? Please, say something!” I gasp and she doesn’t move. I feel tears on my cheeks and just want to hide or run. It’s all my fault, isn’t it? Why did these girls have to suffer?! I curl up and hug my legs and try to ease my breathing as Sam notices someone approaching and backs away: “No! Fucking psycho! I ain’t doing another round!!” She seems scared, I’ve never seen her like that. Hope just lies down and covers her head. I don’t know what to do. The figure is wearing a lab coat and seems tall and skinny. It’s a man, of course.

“Calliope. As per written in the contract you signed, and due to you being eliminated from the game, I will proceed to punish you.” He says and walks over to a chair and sits down. “And for this punishment, I shall allow you to do as you please without my intervention until the end.” I feel a sting on my wrist. It’s that bracelet. I didn’t even see it was still on me. This pervert took all our clothes but left it. “What was that?!” I shout and he continues: “I have dealt a strong aphrodisiac to each of you. You will not be able to resist its effects for an hour. After that time, the punishment will conclude.”

Samantha sighs in relief and Hope looks up shyly: “W-wait what? I won’t get… oh, phew…” She sighs and I see Lorelei raise her head too. She looks miserable. What did this asshole do to her? “Lorelei, hey. It’s me.” I sit next to her and she looks at me with a blank expression: “C-Calli… w-when it comes down to it… please use me. I mean that. I want nothing else now.” She takes my hand and I don’t have any idea what makes her say that. I assumed she got mistreated by this guy, but here she’s asking to be fucked by me…

“W-what? I don’t think…” I look at the other girls and see them awkwardly getting up and checking themselves. “What happened, boss? How did it happen?” Hope asks and I sigh: “They threw a grenade. Lilah and the others probably. I took the blast. I hope the rest are fine.” Hope leans over and hugs me. It feels good, even though I still feel bad for what she had to go through. “What did he do to you? Sam?” I ask her and she seems suddenly reprehensive. “Dammit! What did you do, asshole!?” I shout at the man but only get a dead stare back.

My name is Calliope, I was adopted from an orphanage when I was 12 to a middle-class house. I always thought the world is an unfair place, so I thought I should do something about it. It’s definitely not easy to live as an irregular futanari in this world. There’s many people who think lesser of us. My original parents abandoned me because of my mutation. And I’ve heard that we should accept that it’s bad and we are just unfortunate.

And then there’s all the porn. Futanari girls are by far the most popular trend of the decade already. It’s humiliating. I am the president of the futanari rights board of our city, and I will keep my role until there’s no more bullying and discrimination towards us.

Sure, there’s also people who like us genuinely. Or so they claim. To me they just have a sick fetish for us. They want to feel superior, so they want to tame a futa girl. It’s disgusting. There’s been thousands of times guys and girls have approached me in that way. I am not interested. They might as well go fuck eachother. I am currently single, but I’ve had short relations before. I am admittedly biased towards normal people, so I’ve had more futanari relationships than normal ones. I am happy where I am and people should take a note from my book and accept others. That’s what I think.