The Odd Futa Hotel Pt 02

Hi Guys!

Part two is done! I'll be making a third chapter for a commission in about a month or so once I'm finished with my current queue.

More to come, enjoy this one. Just to rehash, this was a proof of concept for a game that I wanted to see if my friend could make. Unfortunately he got far too busy and I don't know my way around RPG Maker, nor do I have the time to learn, nor any degree of illustrative talent.

Each one of these stories takes place as a 'bad ending' to the scenario. Meaning the player chose an objectively wrong choice that led to the worst outcome. Just to clear up any confusion there. This one takes place at the midpoint of the last chapter, where Jamie makes the right choice and frees himself from Lauren's clutches.

Themes of noncon, some force, choking, excessive cum, very mild crossdressing, and rough themes. I did not profit from this story, and also as such it's important as always to add that I do not condone any behaviors present in this story. No means no, do not employ any forms of coercion, force, or abuse to your partners or flings. This is pure smut fantasy and should be treated as such, as in NOT TO BE USED IN ANY WAY IN REALITY!

As always do not use this as license to label, characterize, stereotype, and abuse trans people by any measure. I would make an argument that 'futa' differentiates itself from those with gender dysphoria, which it does, but the image of a woman with a penis is commonly associated with trans individuals, so I still feel it's important to note.

Enjoy the story.

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Lauren undid my bindings and threw me onto my knees in front of her. My asshole still painfully wincing and leaking from the horrific fucking I'd just received.

Hazy and amidst a fog in my head time slowed down. I saw her angry disgusting cock turn to me and my mouth, slowly flying towards my throat like a star destroyer.

.....

...Wait... no this is wrong... I'm giving up, my best friend has been stuck here for years and I'm giving up. Poor Rob, who knows what they've been making him do, what they've been subjecting him to alone. Along without me there to help! NO! NO I WON'T TAKE THIS! I DON'T CARE IF THIS IS A FUTA SOCIETY! I DON'T CARE IF THIS IS SOME STUPID NIGHTMARE! I NEED TO HELP MY FRIEND!

My eyes sprang open! My teeth grit before her angry cockhead could spear me. I looked up at her, her confused expression forming before she could react to what came next...

With no means of overpowering her, or any chance of outrunning her, I did what I had to...

POW!

My fist delivered an uppercut right to her testicles, sending a shockwave deep into her gut. She bellowed and ejected the air from her lungs and went to her knees in pain.

"UGH!" She grunted, grabbing her swollen nuts.

I sprinted past her, burst through the living room door and threw a bookcase down behind me.

I sprinted over to the exit door and desperately jiggled the handle. LOCKED!

I frantically looked around.

WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! The door to Lauren's room began to violently bump as she attempted to burst through.

"YOU LITTLE SHIT! GET BACK HERE RIGHT NOW!" She screamed, muffled through the door.

I saw a ring of keys on the kitchen counter and grabbed them, desperately trying each one.

WHAM! WHAM! WHAM!

First key didn't work, neither did the second...

My fingers fidgeted, I dropped it on the ground, grabbed it, tried the third key... nothing!!!

WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM!

The bookshelf shoved forward, the door ajar by a crack, I saw her expression, wide eyed with anger and fear, practically frothing at the mouth.

"DARLING?! SWEETIE?! GET BACK HERE NOW! PUT THE KEYS DOWN! I WON'T BE MAD I PROMISE! I'LL BE MORE GENTLE FROM NOW ON!"

I shot with panic and tried the fourth key as she screamed and begged behind me, never having seen her like this. Her eyes were ablaze with purple!

"DON'T YOU OPEN THAT DOOR! YOU'RE MINE! YOU HEAR ME?! DELILAH GAVE YOU TO ME! YOU'RE MINE!"

The final key!

WHAM!WHAM!WHAM!WHAM! She desperately tried breaking through!

CLICK! I undid the lock and swung the door open!

"NOOO! DON'T LEAVE! PLEASE! PLEASE! PLEASE DON'T LEAVE!..."

I flew through the door and almost died right there. I caught myself on a thick wooden railing looking over floors and floors of hotel.

Like I saw in the lobby, the center of this hotel was completely open, but I realize now that this went up far taller than imaginable, the top of the hotel couldn't be seen, and I could only see the glimmer of the golden lobby at the bottom.

I could see the other hotel rooms lining the sides of the floor, I saw the stairs sign to go up and down and the elevators. I saw the back halls leading to more and more hotel rooms deep into the bowels of the hotel.

From behind me: CRASH! Lauren broke the door off its hinges and stumbled onto the living room floor before making a full sprint after me!

I yelped and slammed the exit door closed. Locked it behind me, feeling the full weight of her impact against the door, still banging on it desperately, I threw the keys into the open center of the hotel, letting it fall down, down, down.

I sprinted away from her door without even thinking about where I was going.

I looked at the stairs, then to the golden elevator doors, I heard the slam of Lauren's door over and over and desperately clicked the elevator button.

Within seconds the doors opened, empty!

I sprinted inside and hit five random floors. The doors closed behind me.

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I slumped to the floor, safe.

Holy shit. How did I get out of that? What would she have done to me if she caught me?

I panted, letting the panic finally subside.

The doors dinged, opening to an empty floor, I let the doors shut to take me to another floor.

The doors opened again, I figured I'd give it one more floor before getting off. I stood and looked at the level sign, the floors ranged from 1 to 999 (minus a 13th of course).

Just as I approached the 32nd floor the elevator stopped. I froze in fear.

The doors dinged open.

In front of me was a chubby futa with long black hair tied in a bun, in her 40s easily. Around her naked body was another man, around my age. He was gagged and blindfolded. His body was chained around her body, head nestled between her saggy tits, arms and legs spread apart and bound together around her, hugging her fat frame. Her cock was shoved into his ass, she was wearing him like an accessory. She walked into the elevator, her dick moving inside him each time she moved even slightly.

She barely regarded me as she stood next to me.

I was silent, looking down, realizing I was still stark naked. Praying she wouldn't pay me any mind.

We stood in silence for a second before the elevator moved.

"Are you on an errand? Where's your mistress?" She asked.

I froze, darting my eyes, stammering.

"Uh... yeah... my... mistress... she wanted me to get her... a drink..."

"A drink?" She crooked an eyebrow, "You're going to 32 for a drink?"

"Yeah?..."

She scoffed, "You boys aren't here to think I suppose."

Floor 31 dinged and she exited. I let out a breath of relief. Just as the doors were closing.

"HELP! SOMEONE HELP ME! MY BOY RAN OFF! SOMEONE HELP ME FIND HIM HE'S MINE!" An ear piercing shriek echoed through the levels.

My hairs stood on end recognizing Lauren's screams.

The futa from the elevator turned slightly, looking dead into my soul with realization.

The doors closed before she could stop me.

Fuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuck!

32 dinged and opened. Nobody was on the floor, I sprinted out of the elevator and went deep into the halls! I ran and ran and ran!

I went around a corner and stayed perfectly still as I heard the screaming finally die out. I waited for 10 minutes before I figured the coast was clear.

I couldn't go back into the main floors though, I needed to wait it out here, get my bearings, get some clothes, and find Rob. Last I checked he was in the lobby, maybe he's still there.

I turned and saw the lights go out deep down the hallway. Darkness is better than being naked in the light, ready for any futa to kidnap me,

I entered the darkness...

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10 minutes passed.

These halls stretched endlessly, I realized that I may have lost my way. I began to panic again. I didn't know what this hotel was capable of. How did I know I wouldn't simply be swallowed by the dark.

I turned and entered a massive room with no carpet. It was long abandoned and creaked with emptiness and rotten wood.

Each step let out a loud CREAAAAK as I walked.

I cringed as each step could alert someone miles away with how loud it was.

Like a child running from the dark I quickly stepped to the other side to another set of double doors.

Down the hall was torn wallpaper, broken doors, and empty rooms.

It was a hollow series of hotel rooms, walls torn down between different rooms, something out of a post apocalypse. Not a squeak of any life though. Dead quiet.

I walked down the hall and went to a nearby room to see if there was any clothes.

As soon as I entered...

...A hand wrapped around my mouth and dragged me to the floor, I struggled against the attacker, flailing my arms.

"SHHH! SHHH! SHUT THE FUCK UP!" He whispered in my ear harshly, "YOU'RE GOING TO GET BOTH OF US CAUGHT!"

I relaxed instantly, realizing there was another man here, same build as me, ripped and tattered clothes.

He softly let go of my mouth and kept his hand on my chest.

"What are you doing here?!" He continued to hiss softly.

"I wanted to find some clothes, I just escaped some crazy lady's room to find my friend." I whispered back.

"And you decided to come here?!"

"Better than the main floor!"

"No it's not! It's-"

CREAK!

His head spun, snapping to the source of the noise. Far down another hallway.

We both froze for another few minutes.

He turned back to me, cautiously.

"This is Bertha's territory... they didn't tell you about her? Even the futas are scared of her!"

"Who the hell is Bertha?"

"She pissed off Delilah one time, Delilah put a curse on her. She'll never be satisfied. She breaks every boy who wanders in here..."

He turned his head, panicked once more.

"Okay... how do we get out of here?..."

"There is no way out man, if you're here you're fucked..."

"No, I don't believe that, come on there's gotta be a way out."

"You're free to look buddy. I'm hiding here though."

"Can you at least show me the safest route?"

He grimaced.

"Fuck. Fine."

"What's your name?"

"Mike."

"Jamie. Nice to meet you."

"Yeah you too... what year did you get here?"

"I got here a day ago, it's 2024."

"Shit's fucking weird man."

"You're telling me dude. You?"

"1993"

"Woah. No way."

"Yeah. We get flying cars yet?"

"Nah. We got touch screen phones though."

"What?"

"Nevermind. After you man..."

The dim lighting let me see him a bit better. Lean muscle like me, he had a shaggy mop of dirty blonde hair. He was clean shaven and hairless as well. This poor dude. These women would tear him to shreds.

He crouched and peaked around the corner, waited another second and signaled me to follow him.

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We slowly crept through the decrepit halls, softly stepping until we entered an entirely new hall.

"Yo." He tapped me, "I think there's spare clothes in that room. I'll watch the door."

"Thanks. Were you a skater by the way?"

"Yeah why."

"Nothing just... you fit the description is all..."

"Is that bad?"

"No no, it's just... I don't know why we're talking about this right now, thank you."

We went into the room, a larger suite with boarded windows with... (sunlight??) peaking through.

I went to the other end of the room and looked through a drawer.

The middle drawer only opened by a crack, stuck on something, but I saw clothes inside.

I pulled but it wouldn't budge.

"Yo Mike."

"What?"

"Can you help with this?"

He turned slightly.

"For real dude?"

"Yeah, I almost have it."

"Fuck it."

He began to walk over, he moved to the center of the dusty room.

"You're weak as shit ma-AUGH!"

CRACK! ZIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIP!~~

A rope slung around Mike's ankle and strung him up on the ceiling, dangling by his leg.

"Fuck!" He whispered.

"Hang on!"

I ran to the anchor point of the rope, a tight and gross knot was set in the corner behind some furniture, I tried to pull at the crusty rope but it wouldn't budge.

Stomp. Stomp. Stomp.

"No. No she's coming. She's coming! Hurry!"

"I-I can't! I need a knife!"

"Use your hands! There's no knife!"

Stomp. Stomp. CREAAAAAK~

A door opens on the other end of the hall.

"Fuck it. Fuck it go dude! GO! We'll both get caught just go!"

"Wha- no man I'm sorry just hang on!"

"There's no time! Go!"

The footfalls began to pick up pace at the other end of the hall.

Stomp! Stomp! Stomp! Stomp! Stomp!

She was running!

I stammered pathetically.

"GO!"

I ran. I just ran.

As I exited the hall I heard down the hall:

"No please! Please! NO! NOOOOO!-"

The voice disappeared as I ran. I covered my ears and huddled inside of a broken cupboard.

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I passed out soon after, tears streaking down my face.

Who knows how many hours it had been.

My back hurt but it was needed sleep. Guilt racked my brain. I let Mike get caught.

I sat there for another minute dwelling, but remembered Rob. I needed to move.

I needed to get out of here before I self-pitied.

I stood and traveled down the halls once more.

I saw a light on in a shut door, the beacon of hope at the end of the tunnel.

I walked up to the door but then went pale, I heard the familiar grunts and pants of sex. I gulped.

I looked through the keyhole and immediately covered my mouth.

Inside the room were several men, all of them slumped and heaving, their bellies extended and bulging. Cum pouring down their opened assholes, cum continuing to vomit from their mouths. They were all passed out and fucked senseless. The room was barren except for a shitty bed with no coverings, just a dirty mattress on the floor. On the far end of the room I saw the back of a massive woman.

Her frame was big, her muscles were huge, layered over with a thick layer of fat concentrated mainly around her waistline, that rippled with each pound of her hips. Her fat ass was jiggling with force as she was holding the legs of a poor man getting fucked to death against the wall, spread wide. Each impact shaking the walls with a low bass tone. Her hair was matted and dark brown, going down, touching the small of her back. It was unkempt rats nest of hair.

Each thrust shook the walls, as she pile-drived the poor guy's ass. her face was tilting, smacking, and contorting around the man's face, the back of her head angling and twisting to get better access to his mouth, exchanging wet sounds with him, she was viciously and sloppily making out with him, stifling his cries and mewls with her mouth. Fully lip-locked while fucking the shit out of him with a steady pace.

WHUMP-WHUMP-WHUMP-WHUMP-WHUMP reverberated through the hollow walls.

She was grunting like an animal. She pulled out of his mouth with a wet gasp.

"Uhm-uhmm-uhmm" She hummed quiet and low, "I love you... I love you so much... you're such a pretty boy..."

WHUMP-WHUMP-WHUMP-WHUMP-WHUMP

She twisted around to face the door, grabbing him by the ass. I saw her face, a broad nose, prominent, curving downwards. She had plum and plump lips, with long bangs covering most of her pale face. Her boobs were huge and round, weighed down by gravity. Her mouth was closed, barely exerting herself while fucking this poor boy with no abandon.

The boy... it was Mike, he was sweaty, destroyed, oily. His eyes were at the back of his skull, his mouth agape, his head rocking back and forth as she carried him by the ass. She watched in silence as she destroyed him.

"P-PLEASE M-MA'AM S-STOPPP! P-PLEASE!"

Her head cocked.

"You... don't love me?"

"I C-CAN'T T-TAKE ANYMOREE!"

Her teeth grit and het nose scrunched up.

"Say you love me."

Her meaty hands wrapped around his throat, choking the life out of him, the only thing supporting him was her cock at this point.

"SAY IT! YOU'RE MINE AREN'T YOU?!"

"Uck.. ack..." Mike rasped.

I had to do something. Anything to save him!

I took a wood plank and chucked it down the hall.

She stopped...

She threw Mike to the ground brutally, letting him flounder.

She turned to the door, I saw her fully now, the light mark of abs shielded by layers of fat. Hairy crotch with a dark set of dick and balls hanging between, angry, long and veiny, Her balls were MASSIVE, I saw a pink tattoo carved into them. Her thighs were thick and meaty.

She stomped towards the door, I stood and hid nearby.

She opened it and looked left and right, then went to wear I threw the plank. She began to stalk the rest of the halls.

As soon as I saw the coast clear, I went into the lit room.

I saw Mike rasping on the ground.

"Mike!" I whispered, "Get up man!"

He raised a shaky finger to the other door in the room.

"Exit..." He whispered, "Here... whole... time..."

I looked at a pristine white door with a golden handle, newer than the rest of this part of the hotel.

No wonder nobody has ever made it out. It was in her room the whole time.

I grabbed Mike, "Buddy we need to go. Now!"

Mike's eyes widened.

"J-jamie... behind..."

THUNK! A blunt and dull force hit me on the back of the head, everything went dark soon after.

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When I woke up, I heard shuffling and the door open and close.

I was hit with the rank smell of a dirty mattress. Off in the corner I saw Bertha, carrying one of her boys out of the room. Mike was the only one left, his belly bulging, mouth full of dripping cum, a puddle forming under him.

Bertha walked over and dragged him out of the room by the ankle.

As soon as he was out, she walked back in and locked the door behind her.

Heavy footfalls stomped towards me.

I moved, happy to see I wasn't bound up, but there was no escape. Lauren loomed over me earlier, but Bertha TOWERED over me.

The only doors I could leave in were locked with the key around her neck. If I could just get it.

One meaty hand reached forward and yanked me to my feet by my hair.

She pulled me towards her with one hand on my neck. I could feel the strength in the one hand, enough force could easily snap my neck like a twig.

Her hot breath hit me like a wave. Her breath was rank, and stunk of cum. Her massive pale tits were mashed against me as she heaved before me.

Her hand moved up to my cheeks. Mashing my face as she inspected me, turning me left and right.

Her thumb moved to my lips and went inside my mouth, then opened my jaw, letting my tongue flop out. She closed my mouth, her breath got heavier.

"You're beautiful. You're so pretty."

Her arm came behind me and wrapped around my waist, pulling me closer, forcing the air out of me as I was effectively trapped between her flesh. Her other hand began to caress my cheek with her massive thumb. Her palm was cold against my skin.

My eyes darted around but hers were locked onto mine, burning deep into my soul. The eyes under her bangs glared through.

"I'm sorry I hit you... I thought you were stealing my new husband... but... I think I made a mistake... I think I rushed into things again..." She was almost whispering as she continued to stroke my cheek. Softly playing with my hair, tucking it behind my ear.

Her cock was fully erect and painfully pressing against mine and my stomach.