Whimper and beg Maya to stop bouncing you on her cock

Futanari Fortress, Corridor toward Barracks, at 11:19 AM on Monday March 13th, 2024.

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"Please," you whimper, your voice breaking into desperate, breathy gasps as Maya's cock continues its relentless grinding inside your hypersensitive pussy. "Please stop bouncing me... I can't... I can't take anymore..."

Your fingers dig weakly into her shoulders, trembling with exhaustion and overstimulation. Every nerve ending in your modified body screams with sensation—pleasure so intense it borders on agony, each thrust of her shaft sending crackling electricity through your core.

"Please, Maya... please..." Tears stream down your flushed cheeks as you beg, your voice reduced to pathetic mewling. "It's too much... please just... just carry me without..."

Maya's stride doesn't slow. Her amber eyes flick down to meet yours, and the predatory amusement in her expression makes your stomach drop.

"Oh, now you're begging?" She laughs—a sharp, cruel sound that echoes through the corridor. "That's fucking adorable, fucktoy. But here's the thing—" She punctuates her words with a particularly brutal bounce that drives her cockhead directly against your cervical entrance. "—you don't get to negotiate anymore."

You sob as the impact sends fresh shockwaves through your core, your pussy clenching involuntarily around her thickness.

"You chose me back in that courtyard, remember?" Maya continues, her voice dripping with sadistic satisfaction. "You gambled that I'd be merciful. And I assigned you to the barracks specifically because I knew exactly what would happen to a sensitive little slut like you."

She rounds another corner, the movement shifting the angle of penetration and making you gasp. Through your tear-blurred vision, you see the corridor ahead opening into a wider area—barracks zone, based on the numbered doors lining both walls.

"We're almost there," Maya announces. "Just another minute or two. Think you can hold on without cumming again, or should I make it interesting?"

Before you can respond, she deliberately increases her pace, transforming her walk into something closer to a jog. Each footfall becomes a punishing thrust that drives her cock impossibly deeper, stirring the cum pooled in your womb and grinding against every hypersensitive nerve cluster.

"Actually, don't answer that," she adds with a vicious grin. "I already know you can't resist. Let's see if I can make you cum right as we walk through Kamiko's door—that'll be a perfect introduction."

Your begging dissolves into incoherent whimpers as she bounces you harder, your massive tits jiggling obscenely with each impact. The glowing violet womb tattoo pulses in rhythm with your racing heartbeat, a constant reminder of your permanent modifications.

Ahead, you see a reinforced door marked "BARRACKS COMMUNAL - SUPERVISOR" in bold letters. Maya adjusts her grip on your ass, spreading your cheeks wider as she approaches, clearly intending to deliver you exactly as promised—impaled, overstimulated, and on the very edge of another devastating orgasm.