Open your mouth and accept Hana's cock again

Futanari Fortress, Entrance Courtyard, at 10:12 AM on Monday March 13th, 2024.

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Your jaw drops open obediently, tongue extending slightly in **** invitation. Hana grins wickedly as she guides her cock—still glistening with the lube that stretched your virgin asshole—past your lips and onto your waiting tongue.

The taste hits you immediately. Bitter, musky, wrong in every way. The thick shaft slides deeper, carrying that flavor across your palate as Hana pushes forward without ceremony. Your throat opens automatically, trained by the previous violations, accepting six inches before you gag reflexively.

"Good fucktoy," Hana murmurs, holding your head steady as she begins shallow thrusts. "Clean every inch. Get used to tasting your own ass—premium sluts do ass-to-mouth for clients all the time."

"So we're definitely going premium then?" Maya asks, though her tone suggests she's already moving past that decision.

"Actually," Rei interrupts, her clinical voice cutting through the wet sounds of Hana fucking your face, "I think we should test her first. Make sure we're not wasting prime placement."

Hana pauses mid-thrust, her cock buried halfway down your throat. "Test her how?"

"Each of us picks an assignment," Rei proposes, circling around to crouch beside you. Her fingers trace your spine, making you shiver. "Barracks, tentacle pits, modification chambers—whatever we think she'd be best suited for. Then she chooses which of us gets to decide her placement."

"She doesn't know what each of us would pick," Maya adds, catching on immediately. Her grin turns predatory. "So it's a gamble. Pick wrong, and she might end up somewhere much worse than premium."

"Or she might get lucky," Hana muses, resuming her slow face-fucking. "One of us might be planning to recommend premium anyway. But she won't know which."

Rei's hand slides down to cup your breast, pinching your nipple hard enough to make you whimper around Hana's cock. "It's perfect. Tests her judgment under pressure. Premium clients want sluts who can read people, anticipate desires. This proves whether she has that instinct."

"I like it," Maya decides. "Three choices. Three potential fates. And the slut has to pick blind."

Hana pulls her cock from your mouth with a wet pop, strings of saliva connecting your lips to her cockhead. She crouches down to meet your eyes, gripping your jaw. "Here's how this works, fucktoy. You're going to choose one of us. Just one. Whoever you pick gets to assign you wherever they think you belong—premium, barracks, tentacles, modifications, wherever. The other two don't get a say."

"Choose carefully," Rei advises coldly. "Your whole future depends on this decision."

Maya moves to stand in front of you alongside Hana and Rei, all three futanari presenting themselves for your choice. Their massive cocks hang heavy between their legs, still semi-hard from using you. Their expressions reveal nothing.

"Pick one," Hana orders. "Now."