Chains Harboring Despair 3
"Grk, mmph…?!"
She'd barely taken the glans into her mouth, and the crisis hit. Even with her jaw stretched wide, she'd already reached her limit. Saliva pooled in her pitifully gaping mouth, unable to flow out.
"A rare guest like you—I can't just turn you away. How many people would even want to use a filthy mouth like yours?"
A mouth that had spewed vulgar curses throughout the game or begged for a few bucks outside—seeing it act all high and mighty in front of my magnificent futanari dick pissed me off.
"You should be grateful for the honor of swallowing the one and only dick in the world, right?"
Infuriated by this gatekeeping mouth-cunt, I gently rocked my hips.
"Mmph, pfu…♡"
Every time the rigid shaft scraped her palate and tongue, a pained groan escaped. When the glans tugged back, drool oozed from her mouth in streams.
"This mouth-cunt's pretty warm, like a real pussy."
The hole leaking wet saliva and hot breath was pussy enough.
"But it's still kinda meh. I heard blowjobs feel good, but maybe I expected too much?"
The sleazy stories from guys staying late at the office from dawn till dusk. Back when I had no dick, I'd ignore them, but after getting my futanari cock, I'd been kinda looking forward to this fellatio service—and it felt like a waste of money.
"Well, Player 3 the fortune teller was the same. If you'd had any skill, you wouldn't have ended up here."
A fraud who couldn't predict the dick hanging right under her, a pathetic whore flushed down the gutter from the pleasure district—these lives sunk to the abyss were all worthless trash.
"Still, as an onahole, you've gotta have some value. At least make it feel better than jerking off by hand so I can cum!"
I lifted her limp head. I crammed my dick into the narrow, tight mouth-cunt.
"…?!…♡!"
Her dead-fish eyes flashed back to life. She writhed in agony as the violent futanari dick invaded her throat.
"Yeah, that's the face…♡"
Now she finally looked right for a rape execution, and my appetite stirred.
"Hng, forcing it into a place it shouldn't go? This throat-cunt squeezes pretty good. Like a throat pussy wrapping my dick…"
I grabbed her head and shoved mercilessly. The more I mashed everything aside to bury my shaft, the wider the area that clenched around the pillar.
"Is this throat-cunt a virgin? Then I'm your first customer… hehe, lucky me♡"
My beyond-human-length futanari dick could turn even the esophagus into an onahole—something no normal man's cock could reach. Leaving my footprint on the rare pure snow in a filthy alley felt pretty satisfying.
"…!…"
The onahole who'd swallowed my dick down her throat flailed in torment, but her aphrodisiac-weakened hands just fell limp.
"Got it, no need to squeeze like that."
The food pipe meant for swallowing was milking my dick nonstop, begging for cum.
"I'll move all I want now. Until your belly's bloated full!"
I gripped her small head like it was a solo fleshlight and shook it. With my entire futanari dick swallowed in her mouth-pussy, I could savor the full length of that narrow, elongated passage from tip to base. Her eyes rolled back with every thrust. My dick owned the space so completely, not even dry-heaves could escape. Perfect vacuum seal—the mucosa clung vividly to my shaft.
"For a disposable onahole, this throat-cunt's pretty usable…! Can't reuse you as merchandise anyway♡"
The thrill of swinging someone else's body with my brutal dick like assault, her face breaking as drool poured—it was pure ecstasy.
"Guess these are the handles, then."
Following my rising excitement, I seized her disheveled twin tails.
"…♡…"
Whether from the aphrodisiac or lack of air, the onahole's face flushed red. She was turning overwhelming agony into pleasure. Maybe she was even craving what came next, lost in the sensation of being used like an object.
"Yeah, you exist to be my onahole. You've wanted this from the start! These handles prove it!"
With the ready grips in hand, I roughly pistoned my hips. The bitch in front of me was nothing more or less than a hole for my dick's pleasure. So all she had to do was maximize the user's enjoyment. The precum-smeared throat took guests more smoothly now. The tingling pleasure spreading from the root sped up my thrusts. I aimed at the throat sucking greedily at my building load.
"Hngk…♡ Kkh…!"
Splurt—! Spluuurt! With explosive ejaculation, I unleashed the cum stockpiled in my balls into the soaked cavern. Spluuuurt…! Splurt♡ Fresh balls followed right after, my nuts churning more.
"Haa, look at that bloated belly… You're the first to get pregnant from the mouth instead of a pussy, huh?"
Her stomach ballooned impressively over the long ejaculation. Stuffed enough to skip meals for a month on cum alone.
"Time to pull the plug…♡"
One of the night's best moments. I watched her ballooned belly with anticipation as I slowly withdrew from her esophagus.
"Grk…♡ Ggkh…?! Hweeech…!"
The moment the glans popped free, the cum impregnating her gut backflowed. Massive white cream gushed out with her retching.
"I love this part. Makes you feel alive."
Forcing cum through a tight hole only for it to painfully surge back out—it was always peak bliss. Breathing life into those dying eyes through pain was agony too.
"Hweeech… Hngh…♡"
Splatter… The spilled cum formed a white puddle, and the exhausted onahole dunked her face into the thick semen pool.
"Cute… Suits you way better than spewing curses—spitting cum instead."
That pathetic, lovable sight had my freshly spent dick rock-hard again.
"Come to think of it, multiples cost extra, right? Let's bloat that belly even more, hehe…♡"
"Hng, hwe…?"
I grabbed the handles with both hands and lifted her gasping head.
"Gotta enjoy the rest of your booking—no regrets, right?"
"Gg, gkh?! Kek…♡"
Until the booking expired. Or the onahole broke. I'd savor her fully. And so, with new ways to use my female onahole, the night deepened.
"-Too dangerous alone ppo! Can't help if not transformed ppo!"
A comrade's plea. The peril of stepping into the evil lair blind.
"-Still, I don't want to lose any more precious comrades to Asmodeus. "
The magic girl harbored her wish to protect tomorrow and plunged into the abyss herself.
'Player 1's power is growing stronger.'
The risk had paid off big. The power, once faintly drifting like smoke, was now clearly detectable even through walls.
'Watching till the end was right. Player 1 must have a star core too. Inside her body.'
The ominous force thickening and taking shape day by day stemmed from the same root as the magic girl's star power.
It was worth seeing off the participants.
-"Whatever, today's the last. Morning of Day 5."
> Day 5 begins. Final round.
- Players 1 and 7 gathered in front of Player 5's room.
-……♡
We admired Player 5, like a statue endlessly spurting water from a fountain—but spewing thick white cum instead.
"In this state, voting's impossible, right?"
"You've done something horrific, Player 1."
"Hm, not as shocked as I thought. Your calm nature… or did you know I was mafia already?"
The mafia Player 1—Yumina the futanari—gazed dissatisfied at the spectator's unmoving brow.
"Are you enjoying this game?"
Player 7 asked the mafia who'd eliminated three players with one dick.
"Enjoying… Of course, I know I've done awful things. But… would it be different if someone else was mafia? I'd probably be the one looking that pathetic."
Player 1 recited her thoughts on coldly executing people. Sticking to the rules left no guilt.
"Even if this game used a real gun instead of a futanari dick, I'd pull the trigger without hesitation. No room in my life for caring about others."
Her second mafia game already, her eyes turned feral from brushing death multiple times.
"Right now, someone's dying without a sip of water in this world. My sister too. If I could save her by sacrificing someone else… I'd switch the train tracks myself."
A bitter tinge colored the mafia's ruthless eyes chasing the prize.
"I see…"
Player 7's eyes wavered at the claim born of desperation.
'Star power repels others' wills. Can't seize it with brainwashing. If Player 1's just caught in Asmodeus's scheme too…'
All participants were kidnapped into the game. No one would volunteer for a dick-swinging mafia role. Player 7 wondered if Player 1 was another innocent crushed by the megacorp.
Now the surviving mafia and citizen sat center. One-on-one vote—the winner was obvious.
"This'll be our last vote."
"Yes, it will."
Beep- Beep- The final two survivors pressed buttons, ending the vote.
"With just two left… no need to check."
Obvious mutual votes for a tie.
[Most Votes: Player 7]
But defying expectations, Player 7 topped the votes.
"What the hell is this…"
"……"
Silence fell over the reversed vote hall.