Remain silent and passive

Futanari Fortress, Entrance Courtyard, at 10:07 AM on Monday March 13th, 2024.

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You go completely still, letting your body become nothing more than a collection of holes for them to use. Hana's enormous cock continues stretching your ass, pulling back slowly before slamming forward again. The burn of the penetration mingles with the sick pleasure radiating from your hypersensitive nerve endings.

"Completely fucking broken already," Maya observes, pulling her cleaned cock from your mouth. She stands, admiring the way Hana's shaft disappears into your stretched asshole with each thrust. "Look at her - not even fighting anymore. Just taking it."

"Maybe we should test her out for the other positions first," Rei suggests with a cruel smirk. "You know, make sure we're placing her correctly. Wouldn't want to waste premium potential if she's better suited elsewhere."

Hana laughs breathlessly, her pace increasing. "What, you want to throw her in the barracks for a day? Let fifty soldiers run a train on her?"

"Or the tentacle pits," Maya adds, her voice taking on a teasing lilt. "Suspend her in the breeding tanks, let the creatures fill every hole for hours. See how many times she can cum before her brain turns to mush."

A flash of memory hits you - an image from your collection back home. A hentai girl suspended in translucent slime, tentacles buried in her pussy, ass, and mouth simultaneously. Her belly bulging with eggs, her eyes rolled back in mindless ecstasy. You'd jerked off to that scene dozens of times, imagining being the tentacle beast, filling her, breeding her, reducing her to nothing but a cum-drunk breeding sow.

Now the thought of being that girl makes your stomach clench with terror.

"The modification chambers might be educational too," Rei continues, circling around to watch your face as Hana violates your ass. "Nipple rings with weights, clit piercings that vibrate constantly, womb tattoos that make every orgasm more intense. Some girls even get their vocal cords adjusted so they can only moan and beg."

Another memory surfaces unbidden - a doujin where a girl's body was systematically modified, turned into the perfect fucktoy. Enlarged breasts, enhanced sensitivity, permanent arousal. You'd loved that one, had cum to it more times than you could count. The artist had drawn every modification in excruciating detail, showing exactly how the girl's body was altered, improved, perfected for sexual use.

You'd thought it was so fucking hot. Now the idea of it happening to you makes you want to vomit.

"She's remembering something," Maya notes, watching your expression change. "Look at her eyes - she's thinking about what we're describing."

"Probably seen it in porn," Hana grunts, hilting herself completely in your ass and grinding. "These sluts always have. They consume this fantasy shit, never thinking they might end up living it."

"The barracks girls get used forty, fifty times a day," Rei says conversationally, as if discussing the weather rather than your potential fate. "No breaks, no rest. Just an endless parade of cocks filling their holes. Most of them break completely within a week."

Hana suddenly pulls out of your ass, leaving you gaping and empty. She moves around to your face, her cock still hard and slick with lube. "Open up, slut. Taste your own ass while I decide where you belong."