Monster Hunter: Whore | By : Somburliss Category: +M through R > Monster Hunter Views: 21033 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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“Hey whore, your pasties fell off again!” yells someone in the crowd.
“Thank you,” you reply irritably, picking up some flimsy, black hearts at your feet and pressing them against your nipples. Here you are, again, in Astera’s Lounge. After you complained about a bikini top that didn’t fit you, management gave you some pasties to guarantee that your boobs could keep some modesty. And that would work great, if your nipples weren’t sticking up like eraser nubs as a disgraceful side effect of this disgraceful dance you’re putting on. Thanks to that, your pasties won’t stay on at all.
The band has been playing fast-paced songs since you got here, meaning you have to move around a lot trying to keep up. Your arms keep bumping into your tits and making them bounce as you make broad sweeping motions. To everyone’s delight, you’re sure… Every time you do any footwork, you feel your tiny black thong digging into your crotch, but there’s been no lull in the music for you to pull it free. It’s not like it’s hiding much anyway. Bystanders take in nearly every inch of your creamy white skin as you spin around, kick your legs, and pop your chest to the beat of the song. Scowling the whole time. Why does your body react with lust whenever you’re performing for these assholes? You hate every single one of them.
Liz is in no better shape. Her yellow sling is back again, still too narrow to even conceal her areolae. And she’s still not great at dancing, but she’s at least moving with the music this time. Her eyes are closed, her hands are running through her hair, and her hips are swinging back and forth with a quick rhythm. Stitched eyebrows and pursed lips show a look of total embarrassment, but that doesn’t bother her viewers at all. Oh. Someone just pulled one side of her swimsuit so now a boob is in full view, but she seems oblivious. Hopefully she opens her eyes soon and notices.
Your improvised routine brings you a bit too close to the edge of the platform, letting a hand snag the back of your thong. Which is not an easy task, considering the back is a string so thin that it slipped between your substantial asscheeks. It doesn’t stop him from using the thing like a leash, though.
“HEY YOU SHITHEAD! LET GO OF MY FUCKING PANTIES, HANDS-”
“I DON’T HAVE TO LET GO OF A DAMN THING!” the man bellows, his volume far exceeding your own. Looking back in shock, you see that the voice belongs to none other than the Commander.
“Ugh, GREAT,” you sigh. “Now the old coot is on a power trip. Just fuck off, would you?”
“Enough backtalk. I rented you. You’re mine. And that’s ‘sir’ to you.” With no further discussion, he starts pulling your thong backwards. Fuck, he’s strong for an old man! You try to pull away, but your pelvis is no match for his hand. You lose your balance as he pulls you off the platform, causing you to fall backwards into his arms. You growl viciously as he holds you in a bear hug.
He twirls you around to face him and impatiently asks, “The fuck are these?” The brute smacks your tits so hard your pasties fly off. “That’s better.” Son of a bitch, you can’t keep your nipples out of sight to save your life in this village…!
You cross an arm across your boobs, hiding them from everyone’s prying eyes. “Go to hell! I’m not calling you sir and I’m not letting your dysfunctional dick anywhere near me, Commander or no- *UGH!*”
Before you can finish complaining, your renter brings his hands down on both your shoulders with enough force to make you crumple to your knees like a cardboard box. How is he so strong!? You wince as the demonstration of his power deals a serious blow to your self-esteem. Unfortunately, you’re pulled out of your self-pity by a cock landing on the bridge of your nose. Gulp. What is it with these islanders and their size? Not to mention the dark color, quite different from your skin’s undefiled shade of white.
“N-Not bad, for an old geezer… You can put it away though. I’m not touching it.”
“I’m the one in charge around here. I’ve decided you’re sucking my dick, so suck it, whore. It’s all you’re good for around here anyway.”
Really, he thinks you’ll do this here, in the middle of the dance floor? There are so many people, there’s no way. You begin to stand up which immediately depletes the Commander’s patience, so he grabs your head and pushes it against his cock.
“*GLPH!*” Damn this bastard…!
You press your hands against his thighs but go nowhere, his grip on your head too powerful to overcome. Your nose might as well be glued to his crotch. It doesn’t stop you from trying, but it does stop you from breathing.
“Go ahead and try, huntress. If you couldn’t outmuscle a Great Jagras, you can’t outmuscle me.” With that, he grips your hair and starts shoving your throat up and down on his rod.
“*GLCK GLCK GLUCK GLUCK CLCK*”
“I don’t know what you’re trying to say down there, but you better be calling me sir. You’re all talk anyway, so you better get that right, at least.” You throw several names at him, all muffled by the meat claiming your mouth, but not one of them is “sir”.
You sound no different than the submissive, cocksucking skanks you’ve looked down on in the past, allowing men to treat them like objects. Yet, here you are in their shoes, and your skills as a hunter aren’t helping at all. You start pressing into his legs harder, your arms bending exaggeratedly at the elbow as you struggle with all your might. Yet, the man somehow remains unmoved as he slams your head against his fuckstick so hard that he knocks a few marbles loose. The crowd cheers as your arms fall and you slouch forward, allowing your mouth to be used as a cocksocket with no resistance. Dizzy and disoriented, the only sensations you register are the fulfilling movement of your head, and a wonderful itch spreading in your nethers. That’s not right… This doesn’t feel good, does it?
You regain your bearings about half a minute later, infuriated at being mistreated by this douchebag Commander. As brute force has been ineffective, you start smacking his thighs to make it painful enough that he has to let you go. But his thighs are so rock-solid it’s like smacking a brick wall.
“*GLUCK GLUCK! MMPH MMPH! GLUCK GLUCK!*” you continue, your objections getting lost in the obscene sounds being forced from you.
“These are what real muscles feel like, Katelyn. They’re not about to give out because of a few girly slaps from a stripper.”
GRRRRR… You’ve had enough! You’re a hunter, not a stripper! You won’t be insulted like this! You reel one arm back and punch his thigh full force, determined to make this piece of shit take back his words.
OOOOOOOOOOWWWWW!
“*MMMMmmmm MMMMmmmm MMMMMMMMmmm…*” you whine. You shut your eyes, wincing in pain while you rub your sore knuckles with the hand that wasn’t foolish enough to punch solid iron. The steel man keeps plunging your throat onto his warm length all the while, not even registering your attempt at retaliation.
“Ha, nice try, wimpy huntress.” He starts feeling up the muscles in your arm with his free hand, finding only lean and nubile flesh with little resistance against his coarse hands. “If that’s all the muscle you have behind those twigs, you’re never getting another assignment from me. Stick to sucking cock, you’re obviously better at it.” His insult generates more applause from the crowd, and your face goes crimson with anger and shame. Yet, your pussy seems to have a different attitude, heating up as if being called weak is its favorite thing on the planet.
You resume slapping his thighs, though it’s more for your sanity’s benefit than any real hope of accomplishing anything. You can’t bear the thought of submitting, even if you know you’re stuck here until he’s done with you. Fortunately, that won’t be for much longer, since you can feel him pulsing in your throat as he approaches his peak. Unfortunately, he’s speeding up again, bashing your head against his crotch hard enough to kill brain cells. Your mind goes blank, leaving your body’s instincts to take over as your mouth gets thoroughly used. A hand, probably your own, slips between your thighs and you realize at once just how desperately hot and wet you are. Struggling but being overpowered every step of the way… did it really make you this aroused? That thought, and all others, are interrupted as the Commander’s climax begins.
“Drink up, huntress! And be sure to address me properly while you do it!”
You lifelessly throw your palms at his legs one more time before letting your arms fall limply to your sides. The bastard keeps your lips kissing the base of his cock the whole time, ensuring his hot cum bypasses your mouth entirely and gets sent straight into your stomach. Your pussy clenches, staining both your thong and the floor with your arousal. He’s too strong for you to move your head a millimeter, so you simply stay kneeling and allow yourself to be used like a cheap slut. When a particularly long and hot rope hits the back of your throat, you feel your body light up like a Christmas tree. You sense danger, so you pull your head back with everything you’ve got, managing to move less than an inch before being slammed back onto his shaft. Despite your strength and training, he’s handling you so easily, leaving you no choice but to swallow every drop. You falter for a second and feel a slight sense of thrill, followed by a large sense of dread as you realize what’s coming. Oh no… nonono… You are NOT having an orgasm from swallowing this guy’s cum…!
“KMMMLNG!” With nothing but the violation of your mouth and throat, your body decides to make you a cumming, cocksucking whore in front of everyone. You remain paralyzed through your frustrating orgasm, aside from the shocks running through your hips, making them jump with enough force that your asscheeks shake a little atop your feet. The Commander finishes coating your throat and pulls out, but long before you’re done being cursed with your own climax. A feeling of emptiness overtakes you as you cum while filled with nothing but shame. You look up at the sturdy man, your face sending a conflicting message as your eyes squint in anger and your tongue lolls out of your mouth.
“You haven’t addressed me properly,” the Commander chides.
“Thhhhhank you, ssssssir,” you slur thoughtlessly, wishing to take the words back as soon as they leave your mouth.
Out of the corner of your eye, you spot Zack walking past, his height making him visible even above the crowd that’s gathered to watch your unwilling mouthfucking. Draped over his shoulder, there’s a cute girl wearing a yellow sli- oh, that’s Liz. You both make eye contact for a second, and she mouths “Sorry, pard.” You try to warn her about the dangers of Zack’s huge dick and how good it feels, but you can’t be heard over the sound of spectators calling you names. Yet, no one’s voice can be heard louder than the Commander’s.
“What a good huntress whore, finally showing some respect. But did you SERIOUSLY have an orgasm just from sucking my cock?” You shake your head as you continue glaring at him, but forget to put your tongue back into your dicksucking mouth. Oops. “You’re as bad a liar as you are a huntress. Look at how wet you are! If I didn’t know any better, I’d think you LIKE being treated like a harlot.”
You growl, but it comes out sounding more feminine than you intended. “Fuck you, s- jerk! I’m not a harlot, I’m a huntres- hunter! I don’t *LIKE*” You cover your mouth as your voice cracks like a young girl, earning mockery from the whole audience.
“Have it your way, Katelyn. You’ll be calling me ‘sir’ again soon enough.” He pushes you with his foot, which is all it takes to knock you onto your back, still afterglowing. You’re getting the feeling that arguing may not have been the best idea.
“Wait…” you sigh. “You already came. You’re done. I go back to dancing now, that’s how it works.”
He wraps one finger around the bottom of your saturated panties and tugs hard enough to snap them in two. The solid slab of a man then grabs your ankles and folds your legs back until your feet are beside your head. This doesn’t look good…
“I’m not done until I say so. I’m the Commander around here, which you don’t seem to understand. I’ll just have to pound it into your stupid slutty cunt so hard that you’ll never forget it!”
“Wait, can’t we talk- *OHHHHHH!*” True to his word, he pounds himself into your stupid slutty cunt hard enough to force a small jet of love juice out of it. A mini-orgasm shoots through you the second he enters your thirsty sex, causing you to moan like the slut that you know you aren’t. If only you could stop acting like it…
“Are you cumming again already? By the Sapphire Star, you really are just a common whore who picked up a sword and thought she could fight monsters. You can’t even fight my cock worth a damn! Whoever recommended you was out of their mind!”
You don’t even get a chance to reply as he starts ramming you in earnest, the sound of flesh against flesh rising above the constant cheers of the bystanders. It’s fine, you didn’t have a respectable reply anyway. You’re still too busy steaming in shame to form words. Locked in a seeding press, you have no chance of escaping from beneath the weight of this irritatingly muscular man. It doesn’t stop you from trying, though. Your legs are useless while folded across your chest and waggling around with every thrust, so you try clawing against the floor to drag yourself away. It’s equally as useless. You’re stuck being subjected to nonstop, humiliating pleasure that has you wailing to the crowd like an obedient pet.
“Trying to run away, huntress? Is that what you do when hunting monsters, too?” the Commander taunts.
Most of your fight is gone, replaced with the cock that’s filling you to the brim on every stroke. It’s difficult to stand up to someone who’s pressing you into the floor and fucking you however they please. Still, you do your best to give a spirited response.
“Y-YOU B-B-BAAAAASHTARD! I-I’LL K-K-KIIIIIIILL YOU!”
“I’m supposed to be afraid of a girl who can’t even kill an overgrown bird? Don’t make me laugh!”
Your whole body heaves as the Commander plows your pussy with far more force than a delicate huntress like yourself can handle. Your tits would be bouncing like crazy if not for the weight of your legs, and your renter, sandwiching you into the ground. From your obscene perspective on the floor, you note the contrast between your pure white form, and the tanned islander body rutting against yours. The paleness of your skin has been a point of pride in the past, but now it just makes you look like a foolish outsider getting impaled on the natives’ cocks. Maybe that’s all you are… just a stupid white girl who wandered into a strange land and can’t fend for herself…
“Shtaaahp…” you whine, slurring your words as your tongue hangs out of your mouth. “Leh me go, or… I’ll kill youUUUUUU!!!” you squeal as the Commander fucks you fast enough to drive the last thoughts of resistance out of your sluttified mind.
“Nobody’s going to take threats seriously from some whore who’s folded like a chair as she gets her cunt stuffed with cock like a helpless bitch! Now, show everyone how weak of a huntress you are, and address me properly while you do it!”
“Ye-e-es sir! *FFFFUUUUUUCCKKKKK!!!*” You comply immediately by squirting around his superior member, your flower never standing a chance against such speed and power. Digging your fingernails into the carpet, you make a mess of both your crotch and the Commander’s as you spray girlcum without restraint. Even as the degrading climax rips through you, your Commander keeps screwing your pussy, forcing it to cum and squirt non-stop for minutes. Finally, and mercifully, he begins cumming inside you.
“You better thank me for this, you useless huntress!”
“THAAA-A-ANK YOUUUU S-SIR!!!” A hot blast of cum fills you right away, followed by another and another. Your walls are absolutely coated, and it quickly feels like there’s no room in your tunnel for anymore semen. Yet, his cum somehow makes room for itself, causing your belly to slightly distend. You grit your teeth for a few seconds before settling into the strange feeling of fullness. There’s an odd freedom in being claimed so thoroughly… It’s like you don’t have to try anymore because of how thoroughly you’ve lost. As the Commander withdraws from your conquered cunt, it makes you start spasming again in another orgasm.
He wipes his brow as he admires his handiwork. That is, you, trembling on the floor with cum dripping from both your mouth and pussy. Your pristine, untouchable body has again been violated by these disrespectful islanders. Your skin is red with a sex flush from your face down to your shoulders, and your tummy is stretched with the cum of this village’s Commander. What a disgraceful state for a hunter… You’re nothing but a prostitute to these people, and you’ve done nothing to prove them wrong.
“Still awake, Katelyn?” the Commander asks. You feebly nod. “Good, you’re so frail I was worried that I might have knocked you out. Get ready for round 2. I have to make sure I’ve disciplined you thoroughly.”
“Yes, sir…” you groan.
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