Try to finish the remaining three troughs as quickly as possible despite their touches

Harpy Aviary, Building Four, Paradise Breeding Farm, Rural Montana, at 12:17 PM on Monday April 3rd, 2024 (Day 1 of 7)

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I lunge toward the sixth trough with desperate focus, my bare breasts bouncing with the sudden movement. Zephyr's hands slide down from my chest to grip my waist, her taloned fingers digging into my hips just above my jeans.

"She's trying to rush now," Zephyr observes, her voice thick with amusement. "That's adorable."

I dump the protein blend with shaking hands, the mealworms scattering across the platform. Two more. Just two more troughs. My nipples ache from the constant stimulation, and I can feel how thoroughly soaked my panties are—wetness spreading down my inner thighs inside my jeans.

"Look up here, new girl!" a voice calls from the perches above.

I make the mistake of glancing upward. On the highest beam, a harpy futa I haven't seen before—sleek blue and silver plumage—is stroking her cock with frantic intensity, her wings spread for balance. Her face is twisted in ecstasy, and as I watch, her whole body tenses.

"Fuck, I'm cumming!" she cries out. Her cock pulses once, twice, and then thick ropes of semen spray downward in a long arc.

The first streak hits my face directly, hot and wet across my cheek and nose. The second catches my hair, matting the blonde strands together. The third and fourth splatter across my bare breasts, coating my nipples in fresh seed. More drops rain down on my head and shoulders as she empties herself with loud groaning pleasure.

"Cirrus couldn't hold back," Skye laughs, reaching out to smear the cum across my left breast with her palm, deliberately rubbing it into my nipple. "You're quite the inspiration, Cassandra. Walking in here all covered in cowgirl jizz, getting stripped topless, taking it so obediently—she just couldn't resist."

I'm standing frozen, cum dripping down my face onto my chest, adding to the layers of fluids already coating my body. My knees are shaking badly now. The humiliation is overwhelming—being used as a cumshot target while trying to work, being touched and groped by two futas while six others watch and masturbate.

"Seventh trough," I manage to whisper, my voice breaking. I stumble toward it, but Zephyr's grip on my hips tightens, holding me in place.

"Not so fast," she murmurs, her hands sliding around to my stomach, then lower. Her talons hook into the waistband of my jeans. "These are soaked through anyway. Let's make you more comfortable."

"No, wait—" I start to protest, but Skye moves in from the front, her hands joining Zephyr's.

"You're still winning the game," Skye says, her amber eyes locked on mine with predatory intensity. "You haven't begged. You haven't dropped to your knees. You're just... getting a little help with your wet clothes. Keep going. Two more troughs."

Both futas work in coordination, their talons making quick work of my button and zipper. My jeans are tugged down over my hips with practiced efficiency, taking my soaked panties with them. Cool air hits my bare pussy and I gasp at the exposure.

"Fucking hell," Zephyr breathes, her hands immediately cupping my bare ass cheeks. "She's dripping. Look at that pussy—absolutely soaked."

Skye's hand slides between my thighs from the front, her fingers brushing through my wetness without penetrating. "You're going to finish feeding us like this," she says, her voice low and commanding. "Completely naked. Covered in cum. While we touch every inch of you. And you're not going to beg."

My jeans and panties are pooled around my ankles now. I step out of them automatically, my mind barely functioning. I'm completely nude in the aviary, surrounded by eight harpies, cum dripping down my face and breasts, two futas pressed against my bare body.

"Seventh trough," Skye reminds me, her fingers still teasing my pussy lips. "Then one more. You can do it, Cassandra. Show us how strong you are."