Choose Hana, the captain, to decide your assignment

Futanari Fortress, Entrance Courtyard, at 10:17 AM on Monday March 13th, 2024.

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Your trembling hand rises and points toward Hana. The words come out barely above a whisper. "You. I choose you."

Maya's eyebrows shoot up in surprise. "Seriously? The Captain?" She turns to Hana with a grin. "Well, this should be interesting."

Rei crosses her arms, studying your face with that clinical detachment. "Fascinating choice. I wonder what her reasoning was."

Hana steps forward, her eleven-inch cock still semi-hard and glistening. She grabs your chin roughly, forcing you to meet her dark eyes. "You chose me because you think I'll go easy on you. Because I'm the one who first suggested premium placement." Her laugh is harsh and sharp. "Wrong on both counts, fucktoy."

Your stomach drops.

"I wasn't thinking premium for you at all," Hana continues, releasing your jaw to circle around behind you. "I was thinking about those beautiful tentacle pits we have in the lower levels. Twenty creatures per tank, all of them designed specifically for continuous breeding. They never get tired, never need rest. Just endless penetration in every hole while the aphrodisiac slime keeps you begging for more."

She crouches behind you, running her hands over your ass cheeks and spreading them wide. "Your hypersensitive body would be perfect down there. Within a day you'd be addicted to the breeding cycles. Within a week you wouldn't even remember your own name—just the feeling of tentacles filling your womb with eggs."

Maya whistles low. "Damn, Captain. That's cold."

"She made her choice," Hana says flatly, standing and moving back around to face you. "And I'm honoring it. Tentacle pit assignment it is."

Your vision blurs with tears. The images from your old collection flood back—girls suspended in translucent slime, tentacles buried impossibly deep, bellies swollen with clutches of eggs, minds completely shattered by endless orgasms. You'd loved those images once. The thought of living them makes your whole body shake.

"Please," you hear yourself whimper. "Please, I—"

"Too late for begging," Hana interrupts. She looks at Maya and Rei. "Help me get her up. We'll take her straight to Commander Matsumoto for processing, then down to the pits for immediate assignment."

Rei shakes her head slowly. "You know what? I would have recommended premium. Her body, her responsiveness—she's worth more as a high-end whore than tentacle food."

"And I was going barracks," Maya admits with a shrug. "Figured fifty soldiers could break that submissive streak real quick. But tentacles..." She grins wickedly. "That's way more permanent."

Hana hauls you to your feet, your legs barely supporting your weight. Cum still leaks from your used pussy and ass, dripping down your thighs. "Let's move. The Commander will want to inspect her before final assignment."