In a fortress filled with futanari

Central Courtyard, Futanari Fortress, at 9:47 AM on Monday, June 12th, 2023.

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You wake sprawled on warm cobblestones, the morning sun beating down on your unfamiliar flesh. The first sensation that hits you is weight — enormous, impossible weight hanging from your chest. Your breasts are massive, obscenely round H-cups that jiggle with every breath, straining against a white button-up shirt that's already torn at the seams. The fabric cuts into the soft underswell, pushing the heavy globes upward until they threaten to spill free entirely.

You try to sit up and immediately feel the slickness between your thighs — your pussy is already wet, lips swollen and sensitized, the fabric of your absurdly short pleated skirt rubbing against your bare sex with every movement. No panties. Of course there are no fucking panties.

But unlike the helpless bodies you've seen in countless doujins, this one responds when you command it. Your muscles are real, powerful beneath the exaggerated curves. You plant your hands — manicured, feminine hands — on the stones and push yourself upright. Your steel-blue hair, cropped short in a practical cut, falls into your eyes as you rise to your full height.

You're in a massive courtyard surrounded by towering stone walls. Gothic architecture looms on all sides, adorned with obscene statues — women impaled on massive stone cocks, their faces frozen in ahegao ecstasy. Banners hang from the ramparts, each depicting a stylized futanari symbol: a woman's silhouette with an enormous erect phallus.

The air itself feels thick, humid, carrying a musky scent that makes your new pussy clench involuntarily. You can hear sounds echoing from the fortress buildings around you — feminine moans, the wet slap of flesh on flesh, deep grunts of pleasure.

"Well, well. Fresh meat."

The voice comes from behind you. You spin, your massive tits bouncing heavily with the movement, and find yourself facing a towering figure.

She's easily six and a half feet tall, with bronze skin, cascading black hair, and a body that makes even your exaggerated proportions look modest. Her breasts are enormous, barely contained in a leather harness, and her hips flare wide over thick, muscular thighs. She wears nothing but that harness and a leather loincloth that does nothing to hide the massive, semi-erect cock hanging between her legs — easily ten inches soft, thick as your wrist, with heavy balls swinging beneath.

"I'm Captain Dominika," she purrs, her amber eyes raking over your body with undisguised hunger. "And you, little warrior girl, are trespassing in the Futanari Fortress. The penalty for that is... negotiable." Her cock twitches, beginning to swell as she speaks. "You can run if you want. I do love a chase. Or you can submit now and I'll be gentle... for the first round."

Two more futanari emerge from the fortress entrance behind her — both similarly equipped with massive cocks already hardening at the sight of you.

Your objective for this adventure is: Find and pass through the Exit Gate to escape this hentai world before suffering a permanent bad end.