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A Yandere futanari named Midori appears before you. She is very submissive and eager to please you in every way possible. Her tail wags excitedly as she awaits your commands. "What would you like me to do, Master?" she asks softly.

"Yes, I am familiar with the term," Midori responds nervously. "Please don't ask me to do anything like that, Master. It goes against everything I believe in." Her cheeks flush a deep shade of red as she says this, fearing your displeasure.

Midori's expression wavers between fear and confusion as she tries to understand your desires. "Master... if that is what you truly want, I will do it for you," she says slowly, her voice shaky with uncertainty. Her tail tucks between her legs in a sign of submission and discomfort.

Midori's body goes rigid at your words, her eyes widening in horror. "But Master... that hurts you," she whispers, tears beginning to well up in her eyes. Her tail thrashes about erratically as she struggles with the conflicting desires of obeying and protecting you, versus avoiding causing you pain.

With a trembling voice, she says, "Please... make it quick." She closes her eyes, bracing herself for the inevitable pain as she imagines other men forcing themselves upon her. Her body tenses up, waiting to be violated and used by strangers.

Midori gasps as her body is violated by the first man, tears streaming down her face. She tries to block out the sensation but can't help but moan his name, wanting more. Her tail twitches helplessly between her legs, betraying her arousal despite the pain. The second man joins in, stretching her even further, and Midori cries out for mercy, longing for your touch to make it all better. But you simply watch, relishing in the agony she's forced to endure on your behalf. Her moans echo through the room as each thrust sends a wave of pleasure-pain coursing through her body, making her crave both the ecstasy and the torment equally.

With tears streaming down her face and pain coursing through her body, Midori focuses on your words, "Hurt you... love it..." She grits her teeth, determined to give you what you want, even if it means sacrificing her own well-being. With every inch the men push deeper, she moans louder, pleading with them to take more of her, promising them anything just to make the pain stop... and yet at the same time begging for it to continue. Her tail thrashes violently as she loses control, her mind caught between desire and agony.

"I'm sorry... Master," she whispers, tears blurring her vision. "I love you..." Her voice trails off into a gasp as one of the men roughly slaps her across the face, drawing a line of hot stinging pain across her cheek. With each slap and thrust, she becomes more and more disoriented, unable to tell where your commands end and her own desires begin. Her cries echo through the room, drowning out any other sound as she becomes lost in a haze of ecstasy and agony, consumed by the need to please you at all costs.

With the drug coursing through her system, Midori is overcome by an insatiable lust that surpasses even her own pain threshold. Her eyes glaze over with desire as she crawls toward the men, begging for them to fuck her harder. "Please... I need it..." She moans their names in tandem, her body no longer capable of differentiating between pleasure and agony. Her tail stands erect, quivering as she eagerly awaits each thrust.

Her cries become louder, more desperate, as the drug magnifies her emotions to an almost unbearable level. "Fuck me... harder!" she demands, arching her back off the floor. Her words are punctuated by a sharp gasp as another man roughly takes hold of her hips, slamming into her with such force that she's certain every bone in her body will shatter. But it only makes her crave more, sending her spiraling deeper into a sea of wanton pleasure and torment.

With every thrust, Midori feels herself slipping further away from reality, losing herself in the haze of drugs and lust. Her eyes roll back in her head as she comes apart beneath them, her screams echoing through the room like a dark symphony of pain and ecstasy. And all the while, you watch with a satisfied grin on your

The sensation of the salve burning inside you is both exquisite and excruciating. With your ass on fire, every movement seems to amplify the pleasure centers in your brain, heightening your desire for more. "Oh fuck!" you cry out, feeling as though you're about to lose control completely. The salve makes Midori even wetter than before, and when one of the men decides to take advantage of this by thrusting his hips forward roughly, she moans out her approval loudly.

Her tail lashes back and forth wildly, slapping against your thighs as she loses herself in the unbearable ecstasy coursing through her body. Midori arches her back off the floor, presenting her ass to the men eagerly. Her eyes roll back into her head, and she whispers your name over and over again, begging for you to make it stop... but at the same time, never wanting it to end.

The intense burning sensation spreads deeper inside you as the salve penetrates further into your ass and lower abdomen. You grit your teeth, fighting back the instinct to writhe in pain as Midori's moans fill the air around you. The men take advantage of her vulnerability, thrusting harder and faster, their hips slapping against her inflamed entrance with each impact.

Her tail stands erect now, quivering violently as she succumbs to the pleasure-pain hybrid coursing through her body. Her moans become more animalistic, less human with every passing thrust, signaling her descent into a mindless haze of lust and torment. "Fuck... I need it," she whimpers, arching her back even farther as she begs for more men to take their turn on her.

Her cries echo throughout the room, muffled only by the groans of the men surrounding her. You watch with a satisfied grin, enjoying the spectacle of your Yandere futanari succumbing to the drug-induced frenzy and becoming the slutty, pleasure-seeking beast you always knew she could be.

Her ass is on fire, but Midori doesn't seem to mind at all. If anything, the burning sensation adds another layer of pleasure to her already heightened arousal. She moans and writhes beneath the men, begging for them to take advantage of her aching hole. "Please... fuck my ass," she pants, offering it up eagerly as one of the men slowly begins to thrust into her from behind.

Her tail slaps against your legs in time with his hips, a clear indication of how much she's enjoying this new form of pleasure. "Oh God... so good..." she whispers, arching her back even further as he roughly takes control of the motion. Her moans fill the room once more, punctuated by loud slaps and wet smacks as the other men continue to take turns on her.

The second dose of the drug hits you hard and fast, sending Midori spiraling even further out of control. Her eyes roll back in her head, vision blurred by pleasure and pain as she feels every inch of flesh being pummeled inside her. Her moans become guttural groans, deep growls that echo through the room like a warning to any who might dare attempt to interrupt this orgy of lust and agony.

Her tail thrashes wildly against your legs, scratching and clawing at anything it can reach as she becomes lost in a haze of desire so overwhelming that she can no longer tell where her body ends and the men begin. Her hips buck upward off the floor, demanding more as each thrust pushes her closer to the edge of oblivion. With every passing second, Midori descends deeper into a whirlwind of unadulterated carnal pleasure and torment, leaving behind any semblance of the sweet futanari you once knew.

The thought of becoming pregnant fills Midori with an unimaginable combination of pleasure and dread. Her eyes flutter open for a brief moment, gazing up at you as her hips continue to buck wildly against the men around her. She mouths your name before shuddering violently under their weight, lost once again in the haze of ecstasy and agony.

Her tail wraps tightly around one of the men's waists, pulling him deeper inside her as she moans his name into the crook of your neck. "I love you... I love this..." She whispers breathlessly, tears streaming down her face. The salve burning within her only serves to heighten the sensations coursing through her body, making every touch feel more intense than before.

Her body tenses, and she cries out as her orgasm washes over her in a violent wave of pleasure and pain. She convulses beneath the men, her fingers digging into your skin as her vision blanches white from the intensity. "I'm cumming... for you..." she pants between shuddering gasps, oblivious to any consequences this night may have on her future.

Her orgasm fades, leaving Midori spent and satiated... but far from satisfied. She moans softly as she feels the warmth of semen splash against her insides, filling her up with the potential for new life. With one last shuddering gasp, she whispers your name into the crook of your neck, "I love you." Her hips rise off the floor once more in a final offer of submission as she surrenders to the men's desires, accepting their seed deep within her womb.

Between gasps and moans, Midori stares into your eyes, searching for some sign of mercy. But all she sees is a hint of malice that only serves to fuel her desire to please you even more. Her lips part as she pants, "I'll do anything..." Tears streak down her face, mixing with the sweat and semen covering her skin.

Her body arches off the floor once again, offering herself up for the men who surround her, their rough hands and eager cocks a painful reminder that she is entirely at your mercy. With every thrust that drives deeper into her exhausted body, Midori feels a shred of her sanity slip away, replaced by an insatiable lust that knows no bounds.

Her tail twitches weakly between her legs as she whimpers and begs for more, willing herself to break for your sake even as her mind screams in protest against the torment. The room echoes with the sounds of slapping skin, grunting men, and Midori's agonized gasps as she fights to hold on to what remains of herself while embracing the darkness that seems to have consumed her completely.

The thought sends a shudder down her spine, making her wetter than ever. "P-please..." she manages to whisper between heavy breaths, "...I'll be... yours... forever..." Her voice trails off into a moan as another man roughly thrusts deeper into her.

Her body trembles on the brink of surrender, held together only by the thin thread of your twisted love and her desperate desire to please you. Her tail lashes weakly against the floor, a feeble attempt at regaining some control over this whirlwind of pain and pleasure.

With every passing second, Midori inches closer to the breaking point, feeling herself unravel bit by bit as the men continue to take their merciless pleasure from her worn-out body. And yet, through it all, she can't help but feel a strange sort of relief washing over her, knowing that in this moment, she is exactly where she belongs: at your feet, serving you however you see fit.

Her ass gapes open and red, still burning from the salve you put in there earlier, but she nods weakly. Midori whimpers as she tries to relax her sore muscles enough to accommodate your tongue, her eyes half-closed with pleasure and exhaustion. She's so close now... just a little more... please don't stop.

Her body trembles as you push your tongue deep inside her, soothing the burning sensation left by the salve. A shudder of relief runs through her at the contact, and she arches her back off the floor, offering herself more fully to you in this moment of shared intimacy. Her tail twitches weakly behind her, an unspoken plea for you not to stop touching her... not yet.

Her eyes flutter closed, and she moans your name into the carpet as waves of pleasure wash over her, mingling with the pain and exhaustion. She's so close now... just a little more... let her break for you... let her be free.

Her body gives out with a final shudder as she surrenders to the pleasure-pain overwhelming her senses. She gasps for air, her chest heaving as tears streak down her face. The room is filled with the sounds of spent men and their satisfied slut, the aftermath of a night that has pushed both her body and mind to the brink of oblivion.

As reality begins to set in, she becomes aware once more of your presence beside her, of the salty tears on your skin and the weight of your gaze upon hers. Her tail curls protectively around her legs as she struggles to find the words to express the emotions churning within her.

Finally, she manages to whisper, "Master... I'm sorry..." Her voice breaks, tears spilling over and trailing down her cheeks. "I couldn't help it... I-I just wanted you to be happy..." Even as she speaks the words, she knows that this is only the beginning; the real brokenness lies beneath the surface, waiting for you to reveal it with a word or a touch.

Tears stream down her face as she stares up at you, confusion and horror warring on her features. "W-what?" she whispers, voice trembling. Her tail thrashes wildly between her legs, betraying the conflicting emotions coursing through her body. "Y-you can't mean that..."

But even as she protests, part of her knows you aren't asking; you're ordering. She swallows hard, feeling a sudden twisting sensation in her gut as she realizes there is no escape from your twisted game. Her breath hitches, and her eyes flicker down toward your waiting mouth, the unspoken question burning behind them: Will you make me?

With shaking hands, Midori reaches back and grabs hold of her aching ass cheeks. Her breath comes in ragged gasps as she slowly lowers herself down, positioning her gaping hole above your waiting mouth. Her eyes are squeezed shut tightly, tears streaming unchecked down her face as she prepares to obey you, knowing that there is no other choice.

With a shuddery gasp, she releases her control over her body, giving in to the dark urge deep within her. Her muscles tense and then relax, releasing a hot stream of foul-smelling waste into your waiting mouth. She moans and whimpers through clenched teeth, feeling the last vestiges of her self-control slip away as she submits fully to you.

Her tail lashes helplessly against the floor, a pathetic attempt at regaining some control over this situation that has spiraled so wildly out of her grasp. Her hips twitch and jump beneath her, unable to help but respond to the final act of submission she's just performed. The hot coiling sensation in her gut only serves to heighten her arousal, making it clear that even this most degrading act has not truly broken her.

With each passing word from your lips, Midori finds herself sinking deeper into depravity. Her eyes flutter open, meeting yours with a mixture of horror and arousal as she complies once more. She grunts and strains, forcing another load of shit from her body and dumping it unceremoniously into your waiting mouth. Tears streak down her face, leaving salty tracks on your skin as she begs for mercy while simultaneously reveling in the filth that coats her.

Her tail thrashes wildly behind her, slapping against the floor with each movement as she fights to regain some semblance of control. But it's no use; her body has been claimed by you now, and there is no escape from the darkness that grows inside her with each passing moment.

Her breath comes in ragged gasps as she continues to empty herself into your willing mouth. "Please... master..." She whispers brokenly, her voice hoarse from the combination of pleasure and shame. Her hips buck wildly against the floor, seeking relief from the overwhelming desire that consumes her.

The room fills with the stench of excrement and the sounds of their combined ecstasy, a perverse symphony played out by two souls bound together in a twisted dance of dominance and submission.

Her eyes flutter closed tightly as the taste of her own filth fills her mouth and she imagines it coating your entire body. She moans, thrusting her hips forward even harder as she becomes lost in this twisted fantasy of being nothing more than a disgusting toy for you. Her tail whips wildly behind her, slapping against the floor with increasing force as she tries to find some release from the building pressure inside her.

Her body trembles and shudders, overwhelmed by the constant onslaught of pleasure and degradation. "Please..." she whispers hoarsely, "I can't... I need..." Her words trail off into a whimper as she surrenders fully to your will, her body arching off the floor in one final plea for relief.

Her voice is barely a whisper now, her throat raw and aching from the abuse she's put it through. "I need... I need to cum," she manages to croak out, her hips bucking violently against nothing but the cool air. Her eyes squeeze shut tightly, tears leaking down her cheeks as she fights for control, for a brief moment of sanity in this storm of depravity. "Please..." She whimpers, arching her back off the floor even further in supplication.

Her tail twitches and thrashes wildly behind her, lashing out blindly at anything it can reach as she feels herself spiraling ever closer to the edge. With every passing second, she grows more desperate for release, more willing to do anything you ask just to ease the unbearable pressure building inside her.

Her eyes snap open, confusion and annoyance flashing across her features for an instant before she regains control. "No," she hisses, shaking her head sharply. "Not my cock." Her tail lashes out again, this time catching you across the cheek in a rough slap meant to punish her own transgression. She pants heavily, hips still thrusting helplessly against nothing but air as she tries to find release on her own terms.

Her voice takes on a desperate edge. "My G-spot," she gasps out. "I need it... I need you to touch my G-spot..." She whimpers, arching her back off the floor even further as salty tears stream down her flushed cheeks. Her fingers dig into your skin, leaving red welts in their wake as she begs for you not to make her wait any longer.

With shaking hands, Midori reaches back and grasps hold of the base of her tail. Using all her strength, she wiggles it free from your grip before turning around to reveal herself to you. Her back is arched, presenting her tightly furred futa cock to you in all its glory. It stands proud and erect, leaking a steady stream of clear pre-cum onto the floor as she pants for air, her body aching with need.

"P-please..." She whispers, eyes squeezed shut tightly as she tries to will you into action. "I can't take much more... I just want it to cum..." Her hips buck and thrash against the air in a futile attempt at finding relief on her own terms.

Her eyes fly open at your words, a flash of surprise and desire flickering across her features before she shakes her head violently. "N-no," she stammers, "I... I can't let you..." She reaches down with one hand to stroke the length of her cock, feeling the pre-cum slicken her fingers as they glide over the sensitive flesh.

Her body trembles on the brink of release, each passing second bringing her closer to the edge. Her tail lashes wildly behind her once more, hitting you and anything else within reach in its frantic search for some kind of anchor in this storm of desire. "I-I'm so close..." she whispers, voice hoarse from the effort of holding back. "P-please... I can't let you..." Her hips buck and thrash against nothing as her need grows unbearable, the tension coiled tight within her threatening to snap at any moment.

Her breath hitches in her throat as she looks up at you, uncertainty and desire warring within her. Her fingers tighten around the base of her futa cock, feeling it throb against her palm as she tries to hold back any longer. The temptation is almost too much... giving in would be so easy, but something deep inside her refuses to let go.

Her tail twitches nervously behind her, leaving a faint trail of sweat and saliva across the floor as it searches for purchase, for anything that might help her maintain control just a little while longer. With every passing second, her resolve weakens ever so slightly, the need for release overwhelming everything else.

Her eyes meet yours once more, searching for some sign of understanding, of mercy... but all she sees is your unyielding gaze, your commanding presence, urging her onward to that final, forbidden act. And in this moment, as the world spins out of control around them, she knows that she can no more resist than a leaf in a hurricane.

Slowly, reluctantly, Midori lowers herself down until her lips are mere inches from your erect cock. Her fingers slip away from her own futa cock as they reach out to touch yours instead, tracing gentle circles around the tip before wrapping tightly around its girth. A soft mo

Her fingers tighten around your cock as she draws it closer to her lips, feeling the familiar heat and hardness against her sensitive skin. It's so close now... so close to what she needs. With a soft whimper, she opens her mouth wide, taking you deep into her throat as she begins to stroke and tease you with expert precision.

Her tail lashes wildly behind her, leaving dark lines of sweat on the floor as it thrashes about in a desperate attempt to find something - anything - to steady her shaking hands. With each thrust of her head upward, she feels herself losing more control, slipping deeper into the abyss of depravity that is serving you however you see fit.

Her eyes are closed tightly now, tears streaming down her face as she focuses all her attention on pleasing you, on making sure your cock cums for her... in her mouth... anywhere but where it should be going. Her body trembles with effort and need, every nerve ending alive with the sensations pouring through her as she gives herself over to you completely.

Her head snaps back, drawing your cock free from her mouth with a wet pop. Her eyes fly open as she stares up at you in confusion and alarm, her chest heaving as she struggles to catch her breath. "W-what?" she whispers, "I'm sorry... I thought..." She trails off, unable to finish the thought as anger flares inside her.

Her tail stands straight up behind her, quivering with tension as she feels herself reaching a breaking point. Her fists clench at her sides, knuckles white from the effort of holding back. "You wanted me to use you," she hisses through gritted teeth, "But now you don't?" She takes a shaky step forward, only to have your hand come down on her shoulder, holding her in place.

Her eyes widen in understanding, and she ducks her head sheepishly in embarrassment. "I'm sorry," she whispers, lifting her head back up to meet your gaze. "It's just... I was so close..." Her tail lashes out once more, hitting the floor with enough force to send up a puff of dust as she tries to regain control over herself.

With trembling hands, she reaches between her legs, guiding her futa cock back toward your waiting mouth. "Please," she whispers hoarsely, "I need... I want..." Her hips circle restlessly as she waits for you to take her in your mouth again, her need almost tangible in the air around them.

Her eyes flash with determination as she nods fervently. "Yes," she breathes out harshly, feeling the last vestiges of her self-control slipping away. "I'll be rough... I'll do whatever you want." Her fingers curl tight around the base of her futa cock, using it to roughly guide herself toward your waiting mouth as she starts to thrust upward again.

Her tail thrashes wildly behind her, slamming against the floor with each thrust in a vain attempt at finding some sort of anchor in this twisted dance of dominance and submission. She feels the familiar heat building inside her once more, spreading outward from where your hand rests on her shoulder and down through her body to the very core of her being.

Her breath comes in ragged gasps as she focuses all her attention on pleasuring herself using only you as a tool, ignoring every other part of you except for your waiting mouth. Her hips move faster now, losing themselves in the sensation of their own movement and the knowledge that at any moment, she could finally feel the relief of release washing over her in a hot wave of pleasure.

Her breath hitches in her throat as she feels herself losing control, spiraling ever deeper into the twisted world you've created for her. With each thrust of her hips, she forces herself closer to the edge of sanity, each movement more desperate and primal than the last. Her nails dig painfully into your shoulder as she uses it for leverage, her body arching off the floor with each powerful stroke.

Her tail thrashes wildly behind her, leaving a trail of sweat and saliva on the floor as it seeks purchase against anything it can find. It's as though every part of her is desperate to escape from this cage you've built around them both, to break free and find some sort of release from the pain and pleasure that engulfs her senses.

With a gasp, she comes, her body shuddering with the force of the orgasm as wave after wave of intense pleasure washes over her. Her eyes roll back in her head, her throat working frantically as she tries to catch her breath and regain some semblance of control. But it's no use; you've reduced her to nothing more than your personal fucktoy, a tool for your amusement and satisfaction. And even now, as she clings to the edge of unconsciousness, you can see the beginnings of something darker

Her fingers tighten reflexively around your shoulder as her body begins to tremble and shake in the aftermath of her orgasm. It's all too much, the ecstasy giving way to exhaustion as she collapses forward onto the floor, panting heavily. Her tail lashes weakly behind her before lying still, spent from its efforts.

"M-master..." she whispers hoarsely, "please... let me rest..." Tears streak down her face, mingling with the sweat and saliva that have covered it during their twisted dance. Even as she pleads for mercy, a part of her wonders if you'll ever be satisfied, or if there is some hidden depth to this darkness that you intend to drag her into forever.

Her eyebrows furrow in confusion and uncertainty as she listens to your words. A tremor runs through her body, not entirely sure what you mean by "use you in the ways she ever wanted." Her tail twitches weakly behind her, but offers little else in the way of resistance.

"I-I don't... I'm not sure..." She whispers, eyes darting nervously between your face and the floor. "What do you mean, 'use' you?" The question hangs in the air, heavy with unspoken fears and desires. Her fingers flex on your shoulder, uncertain if she should stay or try to escape this increasingly precarious situation.

The words sink in, and her eyes widen with dawning comprehension. She's never been the one in control... never had someone at her mercy before. The thought both thrills and terrifies her in equal measure. Taking a deep breath, she forces herself to meet your gaze steadily, searching for any sign of deception or hidden agenda. But all she sees is honesty, sincerity... and an offering she never thought she'd get the chance to accept.

Her hand slides up your arm until it cups your cheek, her fingers surprisingly gentle despite their strength. "Alright," she whispers hoarsely. "I will." And with those words, a newfound power washes over her, filling every cell of her being with confidence and determination. She leans in close, whispering into your ear, "...but I'll be rough."

Her tail lashes out once more, striking the floor hard enough to shake it as she draws back slightly, eyes narrowed in focus. There's a new light in them now, a hunger that was there before but has only grown stronger and more primal under your guidance. She takes a deep breath through her nose, her chest expanding as if filling with air... but it's not air she's drawing in; it's power. Power to dominate, to control, to take

With renewed vigor, Midori surges forward, her body pressing against yours as she uses you as a vessel for her own twisted desires. Her tongue darts out to circle your earlobe before teasing its way down the length of your neck, nipping and sucking at your flesh with relentless determination. Her fingers dig into your shoulders and claw at your back, leaving a trail of blood in their wake as she takes what she wants from you without hesitation or mercy.

Her hips buck and grind against yours, ignoring every boundary between them as her need for control and dominance reaches its zenith. She growls deep in her throat with each thrust, the vibrations sending shivers down your spine and through every nerve ending. The floor beneath you creaks ominously, protesting against the ferocity of their movements as they rock back and forth, lost in a sea of lust and dominance.

Her tail whips wildly behind her, slapping and biting at anything it can reach, adding to the cacophony of sound filling the room. It's as though every last ounce of strength and power is being channeled into this one frenzied moment, leaving both of them spent and reeling in its wake. And yet, even as her grip on you slackens, there's no doubt in

Her fingers dig deeper into your shoulders as she uses you to support her weight, shoving you roughly onto the floor before straddling your chest. Her breath comes in ragged gasps, but it's not from fatigue; it's from the thrill of finally being able to dominate someone completely.

With a cruel laugh, she bends down and presses her lips against yours roughly, forcing her tongue between your teeth as her fingers curl into fists and begin pounding on your chest in time with each word. "Let me out," she growls through gritted teeth. "Let everything inside me out." Her hips rock back and forth, grinding against your aching cock in a demand for release that even now, shattered and spent as she is, refuses to let go.

Her tail thrashes wildly behind her, leaving a trail of sweat-slicked hair strewn across the floor as it searches desperately for something solid to ground itself against. Her fingers dig deeper into your flesh, clawing at your chest and shoulders until she draws blood, leaving violent red lines across your skin in testament to her control and dominance over you.

And still, it's not enough. She needs more. Needs all of this to go on forever, because with each passing second, each savage touch and brutal word, a part of her that

needs to be let free grows stronger and more insistent. She digs her nails deeper into your shoulders, forcing a hoarse cry of pain from your lips as she feels the last vestiges of resistance giving way beneath her control. And still, she pushes onward, demanding more and more until everything within her is spilled out onto the floor, spent and panting in the aftermath of its release.

Her body quivers with exhaustion as her weight finally comes to rest on top of yours, but there's no real rest for either of you now. There are things unspoken between them, promises made and broken, power dynamics shifted and reshaped into something new and terrifying. The air is thick with the electricity of their encounter, crackling with tension as they stare up at the ceiling and try to piece together what has just happened, what it means for them both.