Let them take you to the Commander

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

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You don't struggle as Hana's strong hands grip your upper arms, hauling you fully upright. Your legs wobble beneath you, barely able to support your weight after the brutal violation. Cum continues its steady leak down your inner thighs, leaving sticky trails on your skin.

"Smart girl," Hana says, though there's no warmth in her voice. "Resistance would just make this harder on you."

Maya steps forward with a length of rope, looping it around your wrists and binding them together behind your back. The coarse fiber bites into your skin as she cinches it tight. "Can't have you running off before the Commander sees you. Though honestly, I doubt you could make it ten feet in your condition."

She's right. Your body feels like it's made of water, every muscle trembling with exhaustion and overstimulation. Your pussy throbs with each heartbeat, swollen and sensitive from Maya's rough fucking. Your ass burns from Hana's penetration, stretched in ways it was never meant to be.

Rei circles around to examine you from the front, her clinical gaze traveling up and down your naked, cum-stained body. "The Commander will want a full report. Should we clean her up first?"

"Fuck no," Hana responds immediately. "Matsumoto likes to see exactly what condition they're in when they arrive. Besides, this slut looks perfect covered in our cum. Shows she's already been properly broken in."

Your massive breasts heave with each shallow breath, nipples still painfully erect in the cool morning air. The courtyard's stone is rough beneath your bare feet as Hana begins walking, forcing you to stumble forward or fall. Maya takes position on your right side while Rei moves to your left, forming an escort triangle.

"The Commander's office is in the north tower," Maya explains conversationally, as if discussing a routine delivery rather than your imminent doom. "Third floor. She'll inspect you personally, test your responsiveness, evaluate your holes. Standard processing for pit assignments."

"How long does processing take?" you hear yourself ask, your voice hoarse from having your throat fucked.

Rei glances at you with that cold, analytical expression. "Depends on how cooperative you are. Usually two to three hours. The Commander is very thorough."

They guide you through an archway at the far end of the courtyard, entering a long corridor lined with torches. The stone walls are decorated with explicit murals—scenes of women being bred by various creatures, their bellies swollen, their faces locked in expressions of mindless ecstasy. You recognize some of the compositions from doujins you used to own.

The irony isn't lost on you. These images that once aroused you now serve as previews of your fate.

"Try not to think too hard about what's coming," Hana advises, her tone almost conversational. "The anticipation is always worse than the reality. Once you're in the slime, once the tentacles start filling you, your brain will shut off pretty quick. The aphrodisiacs in the breeding solution make sure of that."

"How many girls are in the pits right now?" Maya asks Rei.

"Six in tank one, eight in tank two. Tank three is empty—we can put the new slut there. Give her a tank all to herself for the first week while she acclimates."

"Twenty tentacles all focused on one body," Maya whistles appreciatively. "She'll be pregnant within hours."

The corridor opens into a circular chamber with a spiral staircase ascending into darkness. Hana pushes you toward the stairs.