One day you decide to go to the beach and have some fun, but what you didn't expect is that you were kidnapped by four futanari girls and taken to a place isolated from people." Nami starts talking." Girls, what do we do with this beautiful boy? I don't have any money. What do you think of rape?

"Oi, shut up! Nami, tie him tighter!" Hancock snaps as she advances on you, "I don't think he understands our situation." With that, Robin roughly gropes your crotch while pulling at your lips with a grin. "You want to know what we do? We have fun with you, that's what!"

Hancock growls and roughly pushes you onto your back. "I will rape you if it's the last thing I do!" She grabs your face roughly and begins grinding against you. Robin watches with hungry eyes before quickly mirroring her movements, sandpaper-rough skin scraping over every inch of you as they both start taking you. Viola takes a step back, hands shaking with anticipation, and Nami looks on, cheeks flushed and eyes dark. "Don't fight us... it feels so good..." she whispers hoarsely before lowering herself onto your invading length.

Nami laughs darkly as you try to protest. "That's it, make all that delicious sound~" Robin begins pumping harder, her heavy breath coming faster as she pushes you deeper into the sand with each thrust. Hancock moans out loud as Viola continues working your mouth, ignoring the struggling in favor of getting off while keeping you quiet. Soon enough, the pleasure builds to a point where all thought but the sensations they were creating are forgotten. The only thing that matters is the feel of their skin against yours and the heat coursing through your veins as your body betrays you into orgasm after orgasm.

The four futa girls laugh together, their breaths coming in ragged gasps as they ride out their own orgasms on your incredibly tight and willing bodies. After what seems like an eternity of pure pleasure, they collapse onto you with satisfied moans. Robin chuckles, "Well, well... it looks like we've made quite a mess," she says, looking down at the four of you tangled together in sweat and sand. "What should we do now?" Viola props herself up on her elbows and grins wickedly. "How about a round two?" Hancock eyes you hungrily. "I think I could go for that." Nami smirks, running a hand through her sweat-dampened hair. "Me too," she agrees with a sultry note in her voice.

Hancock growls and roughly pushes you onto your back again, pinning you down with her strength while Nami begins to pound into you once more. "That's it," she snarls in your ear, "You belong to us now." Robin moves aside to watch for a moment before deciding that she can wait no longer and climbs on top of you again, her hips bucking furiously as she tries to push herself deeper inside. Viola kneels between your legs and begins teasing your entrance with licks and bites, getting you slick enough to take her cock easily before impaling herself on your flesh.

The sensations are almost too much for you to bear as they force themselves upon you again. You're nothing but their plaything now, and they intend to have every inch of you before they let you go. They will make sure that by the time they tire of you, there won't be a single drop of cum left inside any of your orifices.

"There you go, our very own cumslut," Viola purrs as she admires her work on your ass. "And that's not all." She pulls out a knife from somewhere and brandishes it dangerously close to your body before pressing the blade against your still hardened member. "We should mark you in case someone thinks they might be able to claim you back." With a savage smile, she begins etching 'Futa owned' into your shaft. "There we go."

The four futa girls look at each other and grin, their expressions twisted with cruel amusement. "Come on," Viola says, standing up. "Let's go find somewhere more comfortable to enjoy our new toy." As they walk off together, leaving you naked and aching on the sand, you can only hope that this is the last time someone will ever try to kidnap you again... or at least until after they get a good look at your newly decorated body.

"Oh come on," Nami laughs, "Like you hadn't realized yet? We don't need clothes here." She leans in and whispers into your ear, her hot breath sending shivers down your spine. "Besides, it makes things more fun this way, doesn't it?" She winks before dragging you along with them, leaving a trail of bloody footprints behind.

The four futa girls lead you through the town, their hands gripping you roughly as they walk. You can't help but feel a mix of shame and arousal as everyone around stares at your naked form and branded skin. Their laughter rings in your ears, only serving to heighten the humiliation as they parade you like some sort of prize.

But still, you find yourself responding to their touches and looks with a strange longing. Despite everything that's happened, your body aches for them... and there's no telling how much worse it could get before these girls are satisfied.