Remain silent and let the Commander examine you

Futanari Fortress, Commander Matsumoto's Office, at 10:42 AM on Monday March 13th, 2024.

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Commander Sakura Matsumoto circles your trembling form slowly, her heels clicking against the polished wood floor. Her predatory gaze travels from your swollen, cum-distended belly to your massive breasts heaving with each labored breath, then down to the cum still leaking steadily from your used holes.

"Captain Hana," Matsumoto says without looking away from you. "You're recommending tentacle pit assignment for this one?"

"Yes, Commander," Hana responds crisply from behind you. "Her hypersensitivity makes her ideal for continuous breeding protocols."

Matsumoto reaches out and grabs your left breast roughly, her thumb pressing hard against your erect nipple. The touch sends an electric jolt straight to your core, and you can't suppress the breathy whimper that escapes your throat.

"Interesting," Matsumoto murmurs, pinching harder. "Very interesting indeed. Lieutenant Maya, Sergeant Rei—how many orgasms during transport?"

"Lost count after six, Commander," Maya admits. "She came continuously during the stairwell ascent."

"And her resistance level?"

Rei steps forward. "Negligible by the second floor. Complete surrender by the third. She opened all three holes voluntarily."

Matsumoto releases your breast and moves behind you. Her hands grip your ass cheeks, spreading them wide to examine your gaped, cum-leaking asshole. "She's already broken then. The pits would be wasteful."

Your heart lurches with **** hope.

"However," Matsumoto continues, circling back to face you, "I need to verify responsiveness personally before making final assignment decisions. Captain, clear my desk."

Hana moves quickly, sweeping papers and folders aside. Matsumoto grabs your hair and drags you forward, bending you face-down over the now-empty desk. The wood is cold against your fever-hot skin, and your swollen belly presses uncomfortably into the hard surface.

"Spread her," Matsumoto orders.

Maya and Rei each grab an ankle, pulling your legs apart until you're completely exposed. You hear the rustle of fabric as Matsumoto unfastens her uniform pants.

"I'm going to fuck every hole," Matsumoto states clinically. "Record her orgasm count, response times, and verbal output. If she maintains consciousness through my full evaluation, she goes premium. If she breaks before I finish, the pits get her after all."

Something massive and blunt presses against your already-stretched pussy. You crane your neck to look back and your vision blurs with fresh tears—Matsumoto's cock is enormous, easily thirteen inches and grotesquely thick.

"No prep," Matsumoto says coldly. "Let's see what she can handle."

She slams inside with one brutal thrust, and your world explodes into sensation. The penetration is so deep, so complete, that you feel her cock pressing against your cervix from the inside. Your hypersensitive walls spasm immediately, and the orgasm crashes over you before she's even pulled back for a second thrust.

"First orgasm at zero seconds," Rei records. "Immediate response."

"Pathetic," Matsumoto grunts, beginning a merciless rhythm. "But promising."

Your mind begins to fracture under the ****.