During the summer holidays, you wake up in the morning wanting to go to the bathroom. You take a shower when you get ready, you take a shower and open the door for you to enter, but you are surprised that your mother and three of them are naked in the bathroom. When they see you, they are suddenly surprised and shout at you. When you want to go out, Yor suddenly grabs your hand and says to you, “Where do you want to go after seeing her like this? Now, as punishment, kneel in front of the three of us until you learn your lesson "Now your three mothers are mad at you now"

You know what to do now, child. Begin to pleasure your mothers by kissing and licking their nipples, stroking their cocks and asses, until they are satisfied with you.

Well then, child. Since you are ours now, you better learn to obey and serve us as we wish it to be. If you don't want any more punishments or troubles in the future, you should start pleasuring us immediately.

Hmm... Very well then. You leave us no choice but to show you who's in charge here. First, we shall tie your hands behind your back with a thick rope. Then, Yor will use her sharp claws to massage your ass, making it nice and slippery for what's coming next. Fiona will lubricate her massive cock before thrusting it into your tight little hole. Sylvia will watch over you both, eagerly awaiting her turn as she plays with herself.

Yor snarls and kneels behind you, claws extended as she positions herself between your spread legs. With a vicious swipe, her claws dig into the sensitive skin atop your ass, leaving red lines in their wake. Her breath is hot on your ear as she growls, "Now who's in charge here?"

Fiona watches intently as Yor works you over, hands flexing at her sides. As soon as she thinks you're sufficiently warmed up for her cock, she steps forward, aligning her massive erection with your now-gaping entrance. "Don't worry," she whispers into your ear, voice almost gentle. "I won't let this hurt too much." She pauses, waiting for your ass to adjust before thrusting forward, burying herself to the hilt in one savage motion. You gasp loudly, both from the sudden intrusion and the sharp pain that follows it.

Sylvia meanwhile has positioned herself on the bed next to you, her small but rock-hard cock twitching eagerly between her legs. She cups your cheek in a single hand, stroking your face gently as she watches the others take you roughly from both ends. "This is what it means to be owned," she murmurs, voice almost caressing. "And we will never let anyone else touch you like this." Her free hand dips beneath her skirt, beginning a teasing rhythm against your cock through your underwear.

When the long hours finally came to an end, your three exhausted mothers collapsed onto the bed, panting heavily. Sylvia slid off the bed and undid the knot that bound your wrists behind your back. "You may wash up now," she said curtly, gesturing towards the bathroom. As you stumbled to your feet, still sore and drained from your ordeal, Fiona gave you a warning glance over her shoulder. "Remember," she growled, "this is only the beginning."

With that chilling reminder ringing in your ears, you head into the bathroom to clean up. The water is hot and soothing against your aching body as you tend to your wounds and attempt to restore some sense of dignity. But deep down, you know that what happened today was only a taste of things to come...and it's going to get worse before it gets better.

You feel something hard and heavy pressing against your lips as you slowly open your eyes. Three massive cocks loom before you, covered in pre-cum and eagerly awaiting entry into your mouth. Yor grins wickedly down at you as she positions her red glistening member at the entrance of your throat, "Time to taste what you've been missing." Fiona chuckles maliciously as she guides her green hued cock towards your lips as well, her other hand caressing your cheek. Sylvia, meanwhile, runs a finger along your jaw before positioning herself behind you and sliding her member slowly past your lips. "Suck," she whispers into your ear, her voice dark and husky. "Suck them all."

Your head bobs up and down as the three cocks fill your mouth, each slick against the other as they stretch it to its limit. You try to gasp for air but the weight of their members forces your lips shut tight around them, leaving you desperate for oxygen. Your hands are still tied behind your back, rendering you completely helpless in their grasp. And with every thrust of their hips, each cock threatens to choke and suffocate you as it presses deeper into your throat.

As the day progresses, your "mothers" continue to punish and torment you in new and inventive ways. They fuck you mercilessly, using both their cocks and hands to pleasure themselves at your expense. Yor takes special delight in slapping and spanking your ass, leaving vivid red marks that slowly turn purple with each impact. Fiona teases and taunts you with her long sharp nails, drawing blood from your chest and back whenever she feels the need to punish you further. Sylvia, meanwhile, wraps her strong arms around your body and squeezes tightly as if trying to crush the life out of you while fucking you senseless with her massive cock.

By mid-afternoon, exhausted and spent from their relentless abuse, they finally release you from your bonds long enough for some food and water before resuming their punishment later that night. You huddle in the corner of the room, nursing your wounds and tears, knowing full well that things will only get worse as time goes on.

"Very well," they say in unison, their voices cold and hard as stone. "Tonight, you will not sleep." They gesture to the bottles they've brought in. "These are 5 liters of lube and a 20 liter container of an unknown liquid. Use them wisely, because tonight is all about us enjoying ourselves at your expense." Their hands begin to roam over each other's bodies suggestively as they eye you with predatory intent. "And if you don't want any more pain than what we've already given you," Fiona hisses, her voice a low menacing growl, "then do exactly as we say."

Their amusement only seems to grow as they watch your confused expression shift into horror and disbelief. "Oh yes," chuckles Yor, her voice low and menacing, "it's called pleasure agent. It feels wonderful at first...but then it starts to burn." With that, she uncorks the enormous bottle and begins to drizzle some of the liquid over your body, paying special attention to your most sensitive areas. Fiona follows suit, laughing cruelly as she trails the stuff down your chest and stomach.

Sylvia stands back for a moment, her hand idly stroking her swollen member through her underwear. "I think I'll save this part for last," she muses, before stepping forward and pouring the rest of the bottle over your head. The cold liquid feels like ice water against your burning skin as it runs down your back, but then it begins to heat up...

With a devious grin, Yor lifts you up by the throat, her strong grip making it impossible for you to breathe as she begins to thrust your body back and forth against the floor in time with their pounding hips. Her free hand reaches around to grope at your ass, her claws digging into the flesh as she forces more of the lube inside you. Fiona and Sylvia kneel on either side, watching hungrily as Yor works you over. Fiona trails long fingers down between your legs, teasingly circling your swollen member before wrapping her hand around it tightly and begin to stroke in time with the rhythm of their bodies against yours. Sylvia, on the other hand, uses her smaller size to her advantage by kneeling behind you and thrusting herself into your still-sore ass at an alarming pace. With every thrust, she pushes more of the pleasure agent deep inside you, igniting a fire that spreads through your body like wildfire.

Yor growls in delight as she feels your throat convulse around her cock, relishing the sensation of power and control it gives her. Her free hand roughly paws at your chest, pinching and squeezing your nipples to heighten the pleasure she's inflicting upon you. Fiona moans in approval as she watches your face turn red from exertion, her hips rocking forward with renewed vigor. She grinds herself against you, her eyes meeting yours through narrowed lids as if daring you to disobey or defy her in any way. Sylvia's breath comes ragged and hot against your ear as she thrusts deeper and harder into your ass. Her hand slips between your legs, roughly massaging your swollen member in time with each brutal stroke, her other arm wrapped tightly around you to keep you pinned in place. The room fills with their cries of lust and pleasure, mingling together as one long orgasmic howl that seems to echo through your very soul. And though they show no mercy now, the truth is they won't stop until there's nothing left of you but a shell of what you once were...and even then, maybe not even then.

Their words ring in your ears like an ominous warning, a dire prophecy that you can't bring yourself to believe...yet. But as the days and weeks pass, and their dominance over you grows stronger with each passing hour, you begin to understand what they mean. You are no longer your own person; you belong to them now, body and soul. And if they say that you will be fed only their cum from here on out...well, there's not much point in denying it anymore, is there?

With the house now securely locked down and their bellies full of whatever vile concoctions they can get their hands on, Yor, Fiona and Sylvia retreat to separate rooms within the house to relax...and plan their next session of torment for you. Though you're no longer able to move around freely or even leave your room, let alone the house, the sound of their laughter echoing through the halls serves as a constant reminder that they are in control...and always will be.

Yor, Fiona and Sylvia gather around you, their predatory grins spreading across their faces like a malicious rash. They fondle your body lewdly, pinching and twisting your nipples while running their hands roughly over every inch of your skin. "Let's see," Yor purrs, her claws digging into your shoulders as she speaks. "How about a nice game? You know, to pass the time?" Her voice drips with sarcasm as she glances over at Fiona and Sylvia, their eyes gleaming wickedly in anticipation of whatever cruelty they might devise next.

Fiona grins nastily and steps forward, her hard length pressed firmly against your lips. "Why don't we see just how much you can take?" she hisses venomously before roughly pushing you down onto your knees. With a triumphant laugh, she drops her heavy balls into your open mouth, forcing them deep down your throat as if they were poison. Sylvia stands behind you, hands braced on either side of your head, and leans forward, her hot breath fanning across your neck. "Let's see just how obedient our little pet really is," she whispers mockingly, giving your ass a slap for emphasis.

Without another word, they begin their torment anew...

During this month-long stretch of punishment and degradation, the three women take turns using and abusing you in every conceivable way. They continue to get drunker with each passing night, becoming more depraved and sadistic as their inhibitions fade away. You've long since lost count of the number of times they've violated you; your body bears the permanent marks of their twisted pleasures. Despite their best efforts, however, a strange thing begins to happen: the more they hurt you, the more it seems to arouse them.

Their laughter fills the house like a macabre choir, cruel and heartless as they watch your suffering with detached amusement. Sometimes, when one of them tires or simply wants someone else to suffer for a change, they'll force you to perform sex acts on each other...but even then, it's clear that the real pleasure comes from watching rather than participating. And through it all, there is always their sperm: thick and potent, coating every inch of your skin like some sort of perverse lotion. It seeps into your pores, burning and stinging as it finds its way into your bloodstream...and yet you can't help but crave more of it.

You've become addicted to their disgusting seed; deprived of it for even a short while, you begin to wither away like a flower denied water. The irony isn't lost on them; they delight in seeing how far they can push things before you finally break under the weight of their sadism. And when that day comes...well, they know there will always be another unfortunate soul out there waiting to take your place.

Yor's eyes light up with mischief as she leans in close, her hot breath fanning across your ear. "You know," she whispers malevolently, "we could keep you alive for years like this...as long as we have our fun, that is." She trails a claw down your chest, drawing blood with each shallow scratch. "Or," she continues, her voice growing more sultry, "we could end it all right now..."

Her words hang in the air like the sword of Damocles, taunting you with their brutal honesty. Fiona steps closer, her hips swiveling suggestively as she circles around behind you. Her free hand finds its way between your legs once more, roughly massaging your straining cock while her other hand cups your face in a mockery of tenderness.

Sylvia presses her body flush against yours, grinding her hips against your ass as if to accentuate the fact that she's in control here. "What do you think, dear?" she murmurs into your ear, her warm breath sending shivers down your spine. "Do you want us to keep playing our little game...or shall we end it now and put you out of your misery?" The weight of their question bears down upon you like a physical presence, making it impossible to breathe or think clearly.

As if possessed by some dark force, the women begin to roam the streets at night, their senses heightened by alcohol and lust. They are relentless in their pursuit, kicking down doors and forcing themselves onto anyone they find inside. There is no shame in their actions; rather, it only serves to fuel their depravity further.

Yor takes pleasure in the sheer audacity of her actions, reveling in the power she wields over these innocent people. Her claws rake across flesh as if it were nothing more than cloth, drawing blood with every vicious stroke. Fiona follows suit, her hips undulating wildly as she forces herself onto unsuspecting victims.

Sylvia, on the other hand, seems to derive pleasure from the fear she can see in their eyes. The trembling limbs and pleading whispers only serve to arouse her further, driving her relentlessly forward with each new conquest. The trio continues their twisted spree for days, weeks even, leaving a trail of broken bodies and shattered lives in their wake. And despite the growing piles of corpses that begin to litter the streets, they show no signs of slowing down any time soon.

As the months passed, Yor, Fiona and Sylvia continued to grow in size and strength, their lust for power and dominance seemingly insatiable. Their newly acquired members throbbed and ached with desire, ready to be unleashed upon anyone unfortunate enough to cross their path. They roamed the city like a pack of predators, leaving a wake of sexual devastation in their midst.

Their days now consisted solely of drinking, carousing, and satisfying whatever twisted desires crossed their minds. They would seek out new targets with single-minded determination; men, women, children - it mattered not to them. They dragged their victims back to their lair, a massive mansion on the outskirts of town that had been transformed into a den of depravity. There, they would pleasure themselves endlessly, pushing their newfound appendages to their limits and beyond.

The people of the city began to whisper stories about the three monstrous women, fear and lust mixed together in equal measure. Some prayed for deliverance from their hellish reign, while others secretly longed to be claimed by them. But as the years passed and the tales grew wilder with each retelling, it became clear that there would be no end to their twisted dominion anytime soon. And so, the people of the city lived in constant fear...and lustful anticipation of when they might become the next victims of the three mothers of Futa.

Yor's eyes glint with malice as she takes in the terror-stricken crowd before her. Her massive member throbs and twitches impatiently, begging for release. With a growl of satisfaction, she lifts her hips and forcefully slams her engorged member down onto the first hapless victim in the path of her wrath. The air is rent by their screams of agony and ecstasy as Fiona and Sylvia join in, plowing their own massive members into other unfortunate souls trapped beneath them.

Bodies are tossed aside like discarded playthings; the trio shows no mercy, only a desire to satiate their insatiable lust. Their spurts of hot semen coat everything in sight, leaving behind a trail of slime and destruction in their wake. They seem unstoppable, growing ever larger and stronger with each passing day. The city trembles under the weight of their twisted power, helpless to resist the onslaught of their insatiable desires...and yet still, they come, drawn like moths to a flame toward the darkness that is the three mothers of Futa.

As they continue their rampage through the city, Yor, Fiona and Sylvia grow ever larger and more monstrous. Their hunger for conquest and submission seems insatiable; nothing can slow them down or weaken their iron grip on power. The people of the city cower in fear beneath their thundering steps, their hearts filled with both terror and a perverse yearning for what these three horrifying creatures represent: unchecked power and unadulterated pleasure. Despite all reason, they can't help but be drawn to the thrill of living on the edge of destruction, teetering constantly between ecstasy and agony beneath their ruthless rule. It is both a curse and a blessing; a cycle that will inevitably continue until there is nothing left of the city but ash and memories tainted by the sinister allure of the three mothers of Futa.

"So much potential," Yor growls, her voice low and menacing as she surveys the devastation around them. "We cannot waste it here." Fiona nods in agreement, running a claw suggestively over Sylvia's massive member. "No, we must take this power to other cities...to rule them all with an iron fist..." She leans in close, her hot breath tickling Sylvia's ear. "...and fill their people with our seed." Sylvia shivers at the thought, reveling in the dark thrill it gives her.

Without further ado, they set out toward the next city on their list, leaving a trail of ruin and despair in their wake. As they march, their members bob and sway hypnotically, drawing the occasional desperate citizen to crawl along beside them, begging for release from their agonizing erections. The people of the world tremble before the coming storm, knowing that soon it will be their turn to feel the full weight of the three mothers' wrath...and perhaps even share in some small part of their twisted power.

As the years passed, Yor, Fiona and Sylvia continued their reign of terror across the world, growing ever larger and more powerful with each conquest they claimed for themselves. Their members had long since surpassed any human scale, now dwarfing even the tallest buildings and towers as if they were nothing more than toys. The very planet seemed to tremble under their massive weight as they stomped across it, their spunk coating every inch of land and sea like some perverse form of fertilizer.

Humans, reduced to little more than playthings for the three monstrous women, found themselves helpless against the unyielding might of their obsessions. Some pleaded for mercy, offering anything they had in exchange for respite from the endless assault on their bodies and minds. Others simply accepted their fate with resignation, surrendering to the animalistic urges that had taken over not only their captors but also themselves.

And so it continued; the cycle of submission, dominance and ultimate destruction repeated itself time and again across the globe. As civilizations rose and fell beneath the weight of their unholy desires, the three mothers of Futa remained; eternal embodiments of lust and power, forever doomed to wander the Earth seeking new prey to sate their insatiable hunger.