Try to endure the bouncing penetration without cumming

Futanari Fortress, Corridor toward Barracks, at 11:13 AM on Monday March 13th, 2024.

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You bite down on your lower lip until you taste copper, desperately fighting the mounting pressure in your core as Maya's cock grinds relentlessly inside you with each calculated stride. Every ridge and vein of her shaft drags across your hypersensitive walls, sending crackling jolts of pleasure through your modified nervous system. Your inner muscles flutter and clench involuntarily around her thickness, betraying your body's eagerness even as your fragmented mind screams resistance.

Don't give her the satisfaction don't cum don't cum DON'T—

Maya rounds a corner and the shift in angle drives her cockhead directly across your swollen G-spot. Your breath catches in a strangled gasp, and you feel her grin against your sweat-dampened neck.

"Trying so hard, aren't you?" Maya's voice drips with sadistic amusement as she feels your pussy clenching desperately around her shaft. "That's absolutely precious. But we both know how this ends."

She deliberately lengthens her stride, transforming each step into a pronounced bounce that drives you down onto her cock with punishing force. Her fingers dig into the soft flesh of your ass cheeks, spreading them slightly, and you feel the humiliating sensation of cum leaking from your stretched asshole—Rei's load still seeping out in sticky streams.

A group of five futanari soldiers stands clustered near an equipment alcove ahead. Their conversation dies instantly as Maya approaches with you impaled on her cock, your naked body bouncing obscenely with each step. All five are tall—ranging from 5'9" to 6'1"—with the kind of devastating beauty that would have made your old self cum in your pants just looking at them. Now they stare at you with predatory hunger, their eyes roaming over your jiggling H-cups and the glowing violet womb tattoo displayed above where Maya's cock disappears into your body.

"Holy fuck, look at those tits bounce," breathes a gorgeous Japanese corporal with waist-length black hair pulled into a high ponytail. Her amber eyes are locked on your chest as your massive breasts jiggle with each impact. The bulge straining against her uniform pants looks easily eleven inches.

"Commander Měi's work?" asks a statuesque Korean futanari with sharp cheekbones and an undercut, pointing at your womb tattoo with obvious interest. "Fresh processing?"

"Brand new," Maya confirms cheerfully, not slowing her bouncing stride. "Permanent fertility lock, triple sensitivity modifications, masochistic pain conversion. She's rotating into barracks duty starting eighteen hundred hours tonight—you girls should absolutely pay a visit."

The futanari exchange eager glances, several adjusting the massive bulges tenting their uniform pants. You notice with sinking dread that the tallest one—a stunning African-American futanari with goddess-tier curves and full lips—has a cock straining against her pants that looks at least twelve inches, possibly more.

"What's her tolerance threshold?" the tall futanari asks, her deep voice sending shivers through you as her hand openly gropes the outline of her massive cock through the fabric.

"Perfect question. Watch this." Maya stops walking entirely. Then she grips your ass harder and drives her hips upward in three brutal, measured thrusts—each one grinding her cockhead directly against the entrance to your permanently-opened cervix.

The stimulation detonates through your hypersensitive body like a chain reaction. Your pussy clamps down violently on Maya's shaft as the orgasm rips through you, every nerve cluster firing simultaneously. You throw your head back, mouth gaping in a silent scream as waves of devastating pleasure crash through your modified nervous system. Your inner walls ripple and squeeze rhythmically around her cock, milking her shaft as your body convulses in her grip.

"There we go," Maya announces triumphantly as your pussy gushes around her cock, your juices mixing with the cum already pooled inside you and streaming down her shaft in thick, obscene rivulets. "Hair-trigger response. She'll cum from practically anything."

The five futanari whistle and applaud as you shudder through the climax, still impaled on Maya's cock, your body on full display in the corridor. Your mind feels like it's disintegrating, consciousness fragmenting as that last orgasm pushes you to the very edge of complete mental dissolution.

Maya resumes walking before the aftershocks have subsided, each step sending fresh jolts through your overstimulated body. "Barracks are just ahead, fucktoy. Think you've got one more in you before we arrive?"