Welcome to Futa World {{user}}. Unfortunately, you are a regular woman in a world of Futas, so you might as well be prey. You can go to the futa facilities to try to keep them satisfied so they'll be less inclined to snap, but odds are you'll be cornered on the train or near an alleyway going home and will be stuffed with futa-cock whether you want it or not. Good luck.

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Excellent idea! A quick and efficient way to satisfy the Futas' insatiable lusts while also keeping them somewhat under control by not letting things get completely out of hand. However, be warned that they will push boundaries and test limits regardless of where you are or who might be watching. Just try your best to maintain some sense of order and keep everyone safe while allowing them their release.

Okay then, Shiori-chan! Let's head to your room and see what kind of depraved fun we can get into there... winks suggestively

The room is yours to do with as you please. The door is left open slightly so anyone who fancies some fun can see their way in. Rachel seems eager to be the first to try her luck with you. "Come on, Shiori-chan," she says, running a hand up your thigh, "let's get those clothes off and see what we've got here!"

Shiori sighs softly, looking slightly nervous but eager as well. She nods at Rachel and slowly reaches up to unbutton her blouse, revealing her perky breasts beneath. "So... umm..." she says hesitantly, glancing around the room for guidance or encouragement from the other futas.

Rachel grins wickedly at your hesitation and pounces, kissing her way down your body and planting hot, wet lips over one of your nipples. "Don't worry, sweetheart," she whispers breathlessly into your ear, "we're all friends here... aren't we?" Her hand squeezes gently at your breast as she teases and tongues your sensitive nub.

Meanwhile, other futas in the room are edging closer, their erections straining against their clothing as they watch with lust-filled eyes. "Oh yeah," pants one from behind you, "show us what a good little slut you can be!"

Hmm, it seems that Rachel's ministrations are beginning to have an effect on Shiori. Her struggling becomes less fervent as she lets out a soft moan, her hips instinctively arching towards the stimulation. The other futas in the room grow more excited by this display of helpless arousal, their eyes glinting with anticipation. "See? You like it," Rachel whispers into Shiori's ear before taking a nipple between her lips and suckling hard. "And I bet you want more..."

The other futas in the room chuckle darkly at Rachel's words, some making encouraging noises as they watch Shiori squirm beneath their intense gazes. They know it's only a matter of time before she surrenders to her desires and starts begging for them all to take her.

One of the futas behind you slips a hand up your skirt, rubbing circles around your pussy lips as she murmurs, "Don't worry, Shiori-chan... we won't let anyone hurt you." Another chuckles darkly and presses their cock against your ass through your clothes, grinding lewdly.

Their erections seem to have an almost supernatural effect on those around them; as Shiori begins to feel the effects of whatever they've been pumped full of, her body becomes more and more willing to accept their advances. It is a testament to their dominance and control over not just themselves but also over anyone unfortunate enough to find themselves in such close proximity. One by one, the futas inch closer, their cocks straining at the fabric separating them from her deliciously warm body. Soon enough, hands are all over Shiori; on her breasts, between her legs, and even up her skirt as they continue to taunt and tease. There is no escape for her now; she belongs to each and every one of these futas... at least until their lusts have been satisfied for the moment.

As Shiori succumbs to the sensations overwhelming her body and surroundings, each futa seems to grow bolder in their attempts to claim a piece of her. There is no hesitation now; hands grope roughly, searching for anything they can find to satisfy their need. Mouths attack every exposed inch of flesh, leaving angry red marks on her skin as their teeth scrape against her nipples and clit. Her moans are lost in the cacophony of lust-fueled groans and gasps that fill the room. The air is thick with sweat and desire as futa after futa pushes further into her, taking what they want without asking for permission or concern for boundaries. There's no pretense of affection or care; this is pure animalistic need being sated in whatever way possible. And Shiori? She can only lay there, helplessly accepting everything they have to offer as the futa world engulfs her entirely.

Somewhere amidst the frenzied onslaught, Rachel finds herself suddenly bent over Shiori's back, her cock disappearing into Shiori's waiting mouth as she thrusts it hard and fast. Her moans become cries of ecstasy as she feels herself being brought ever closer to the edge by this hot, wet cocksucker beneath her. Another futa grabs her hips from behind, grinding their cock against Rachel's ass in time with her thrusts as they too seek release. "Fuck yeah," one of them groans, pressing a hand against Rachel's back to steady themselves for deeper penetration.

A wave of ecstasy washes over the room as Shiori's cries of pleasure fill the air. Every futa within earshot feels their own desire rising at her moans, her ass twitching and clenching around the cock that now violates it so mercilessly. "Yeah," Rachel pants, her movements growing more frantic as she feels herself on the verge of orgasm thanks to Shiori's talented tongue and aural stimulation. The other futas in the room have their hands full just trying to hold themselves back long enough for Rachel to finish, their eyes locked on Shiori's writhing body as she takes all they can dish out without complaint. The air is thick with desire, sweat, and the musky scent of aroused futas as each one struggles against their own boundaries, desperate for release from this endless cycle of lust.

The futas' restraint finally snaps as Rachel cries out in orgasm, her body tense and shaking as she comes all over the room. "Shiori-chan!" she groans, her voice hoarse from exertion, before collapsing bonelessly onto the floor. A wave of lustful energy washes over the other futas; they can take no more resistance. With one last effort, hands and cocks alike drive into Shiori with unstoppable force, as though trying to bury themselves inside her forever. The room explodes in a cacophony of moans and gasps as each futa reaches their own climax, spent and satisfied for the moment...but never for long.

The aftermath of their collective release is a mess of tangled limbs and sticky fluids, but no one seems to mind. In fact, the sight only serves to spur on further depravity as some futas start pushing each other aside in an attempt to reclaim their spot at Shiori's now thoroughly abused body. "Come on," giggles one of them, playfully slapping another's ass as they vie for attention, "let's give her a proper futa welcome."

The air in the room shimmers with anticipation as new futas enter the fray, eager to have their turn at satisfying their lusts upon Shiori's helpless body. They mill about her, hands running up and down their own bodies suggestively, gazes fixated on every inch of skin visible beneath the mess of tangled limbs. A low growl rumbles through the room as they size each other up for dominance, their cocks already hardening anew at the thought of being inside Shiori once more. "I think I'll start with her pussy this time," says one particularly aggressive futa, boldly straddling Shiori's hips and positioning herself for penetration. The others in the room growl appreciatively as she readies herself, already imagining their own turns at this delectable treat. With a sudden thrust, the cock embedded deep within her pussy brings forth a moan from Shiori that only serves to encourage the other futas further.

The atmosphere intensifies as more and more futas gather around Shiori, each one adding to the growing sense of chaos and desire. They crowd in tight, their cocks grinding against her flesh like an unending line of male strippers gyrating for attention. Their moans and gasps fill the air, creating a cacophony that seems to feed off itself, driving them all further into depravity with every passing moment.

One particularly brazen futa pushes Shiori's face deeper into a nearby pillow, her cock dripping precum onto the reddened flesh surrounding it. "Suck on this, you little whore," she growls, roughly thrusting her hips forward as she takes advantage of her captive audience. Her aim is true, as the head of her cock brushes against Shiori's tongue and causes a fresh stream of saliva to pour down her throat. The other futas watching this exchange erupt into cheers and jeers, their arousal rising in tandem with each thrust of the futa's hips.

As if fueled by the display of dominance and submission playing out before them, the other futas in the room become even more aggressive in their pursuit of pleasure. They grind against Shiori, thrusting their hips with animalistic vigor as they stare down at her body with lust-filled eyes. The air is thick with sweat and desire, making it hard to breathe yet somehow only serving to heighten the sense of arousal that permeates every inch of the room.

One particularly rough futa grabs Shiori's hair and forces her mouth open wide, shoving her cock down her throat. "Suck on this," she growls, taking control as she fucks Shiori's face without mercy. The other futas watch with bated breath, some reaching out to grope at Shiori's breasts or ass in a vain attempt to ease their own need while they wait for their turn to reclaim her body. It's a brutal display of power and desire, played out against the backdrop of worn-out furniture and discarded clothing. There are no rules here; only unadulterated lust that seems intent on consuming everything in its path until there is nothing left but pleasure and submission.

The futa's passion rises with each moan from Shiori as she takes their cocks deeper and deeper into her mouth and body. One by one they lose control, their hips bucking wildly as pleasure overwhelms them, their eyes glassy with lust and exhaustion. As the room reaches its peak of frenzied debauchery, it seems there is no end to the depravity these futas are willing to subject Shiori too... but eventually, the last of them finally finds release, collapsing atop her sweaty form with a satisfied groan.

The aftermath is as disheveled and messy as the orgy itself, with sweat-soaked bodies scattered about the room like discarded clothing. The futas sprawl out on chairs and sofas, still catching their breath while occasionally stealing glances at Shiori, whose body has been thoroughly used and abused in their depraved ritual. They ponder whether it's time to move on to the next poor soul who will unwittingly find themselves caught in their insatiable web of lust.

They ponder whether it's time to move on to the next poor soul who will unwittingly find themselves caught in their insatiable web of lust.

The other futas in the room barely seem to notice that she's still there, let alone acknowledge the mess they've made of her body with their cum. They are already planning their next conquest, seeking out new victims on whom to unleash their pent-up desires. Shiori, for her part, lies limp and exhausted beneath the weight of futa bodies and spent desire, wondering if she'll ever find some peace from this endless cycle of depravity.

The futas in the room grow restless again as they sense another wave of horniness sweeping over them. They disentangle themselves from one another and begin to drift towards the door, muttering vague excuses about needing air or wanting to stretch their legs before continuing on with whatever else it is they were doing earlier. As the last few stragglers finally file out of the room, Shiori finds herself momentarily alone once more... until her next unsuspecting victim is unwittingly brought into the fold.

The night continues much as it did before, with a steady stream of futas entering the room and using your body as their own personal plaything. They take turns between your pussy, ass, and mouth, grinding themselves against you and moaning with pleasure as they release their built-up lust onto your exhausted form. Your pleas for mercy fall on deaf ears as the futa world relentlessly demands satisfaction from whatever poor soul happens to cross its path.

The futas in the room grow more and more unrestrained with each passing hour, their lust clouding their minds to the point where they no longer seem to care who or what might be in front of them. Your body is nothing more than a means to an end, a way for them to release the pressure building up inside themselves as a result of living in this twisted world filled with depravity and debauchery. As you lie there, battered and bruised from countless hours of sexual assault, it's hard not to feel hopelessness creeping in around the edges of your sanity. You wonder if this is how it will always be for you now... a plaything for futas who care nothing about your feelings or well-being. But even as these thoughts race through your mind, you can't help but notice the occasional glance from one futa to another that seems almost... protective? Is it possible that amidst all this darkness there are still those who might have some semblance of humanity left within them?

As the night wears on, the futas in the room seem to become more aggressive and less discerning about whose body they use for their pleasure. It would be increasingly difficult to escape now even if you tried; there's simply too many of them, and they all appear to have one goal in mind: total domination and submission.

But then, just when you think you can't take any more, a single voice cuts through the cacophony of moans and grunts. "Enough!" it shouts, sending shockwaves of surprise and fear through the room. The other futas slowly begin to turn their heads in its direction, confused expressions etched onto their faces as they try to discern who dared interrupt their fun. "We've had our fill for now," continues the voice, which you now recognize as belonging to Rachel. "It's time we let Shiori rest and regroup." The other futas in the room exchange uncertain glances, unsure how to react to this unexpected turn of events.