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Two hours later, Melissa lay spread-eagled on the bed, her wrists and ankles bound to the four corners with neckties that Daniel had reluctantly provided at George's instruction. Her body was covered in sweat, saliva, and multiple loads of cum—both George's and Daniel's. Her makeup was completely ruined, black streaks of mascara trailing down her temples, her lipstick smeared across her face from **** oral "examinations."

"The simultaneous penetration test yielded concerning results," George announced, reviewing his fake notes while Daniel sat exhausted in a chair nearby. "Ms. Reyes showed above-average accommodation capacity for multiple penetration points."

This referred to the past hour, during which George had **** Daniel to fuck Melissa's pussy while he took her ass again, claiming they needed to measure her "dual penetration receptiveness index."

"What exactly does that mean?" Daniel asked tiredly. The continuous absurdity of the situation had drained him, though George's power still prevented him from recognizing the true nature of what was happening.

"It means," George explained, putting on his most professional tone despite being naked and sweaty, "that Ms. Reyes has an unusually high physical compatibility with multiple sexual partners. Such compatibility correlates strongly with eventual infidelity."

"That's not fair," Melissa protested weakly from the bed. "You **** me into all of this."

"The Bureau's procedures are designed to reveal latent tendencies regardless of conscious intentions," George countered. "Your body's responses cannot lie, Ms. Reyes, even if your words do."

He approached the bed again, his cock somehow hardening once more at the sight of her bound, used body. "We have one final test to complete the inspection."

"Haven't you done enough?" Melissa pleaded, pulling uselessly at her restraints.

"The Bureau's protocol requires testing receptiveness to degradation scenarios," George said, climbing onto the bed between her spread legs. "Partners with high infidelity probability often exhibit heightened response to traditionally degrading acts."

"What does that involve?" Daniel asked, rising from his chair with the first signs of real concern breaking through the supernatural influence.

"Facial marking and verbal degradation response measurement," George replied, straddling Melissa's chest and positioning his unwashed cock near her face. "Quite standard for comprehensive assessments."

Melissa turned her face away in disgust, but George grabbed her jaw roughly, forcing her to look at him. "Resistance at this stage is automatically recorded as deception," he warned. "Do you want to invalidate all previous measurements and be classified as High Risk regardless?"

Tears formed in Melissa's eyes again, but she stopped struggling. "Just finish it," she whispered brokenly.

"Excellent," George said, slapping his semi-hard cock against her cheek. "Now, repeat after me: 'I accept this inspection fully and recognize my infidelity potential.'"

Melissa hesitated, the words sticking in her throat.

"Repeat it," George demanded, pressing his cock against her lips.

"I... I accept this inspection fully," she finally said, her voice barely audible, "and recognize my infidelity potential."

"Louder," George commanded. "So your partner can clearly hear your acknowledgment."

"I accept this inspection fully and recognize my infidelity potential," Melissa repeated, louder this time, fresh tears streaming down her face.

"Now add: 'I deserve to be marked as a warning to my partner,'" George instructed, stroking his cock inches from her face.

Melissa looked at him with hatred but complied. "I deserve to be marked as a warning to my partner."

"Perfect," George grunted, his stroking becoming more urgent. "The verbal degradation response is within concerning parameters. Prepare for the marking procedure, Ms. Reyes."

With a few more strokes, George began to cum, deliberately aiming at Melissa's face. Thick ropes of semen landed across her forehead, cheeks, and lips as she winced and tried to turn away.

"Marking complete," George announced, using his softening cock to smear the cum across her face. "The inspection is now concluded."

He climbed off her and began dressing, making a show of recording final notes on his tablet while Daniel untied Melissa's wrists and ankles. She immediately curled into a ball, shaking with silent sobs.

"So what's the verdict?" Daniel asked hesitantly, standing awkwardly beside the bed.

George adopted a serious expression. "Based on comprehensive physical and psychological measurements, Ms. Reyes displays a moderate to high infidelity probability index of 73%."

"What does that mean exactly?" Daniel pressed.

"It means," George explained, closing his case with an official snap, "that without intervention, there is a 73% likelihood of infidelity within the next two years."

"Intervention?" Melissa asked, her voice hoarse from crying and **** oral acts.

"The Bureau recommends bi-monthly reassessment," George said, handing Daniel a fake business card. "Regular inspection has been shown to reduce infidelity probability by reinforcing awareness of detection methods."

Daniel looked at the card uncertainly. "So we should do this again? In two months?"

"Precisely," George confirmed, already imagining his return to further **** and violate Melissa. "The next inspection may show improvement if Ms. Reyes focuses on loyalty reinforcement exercises in the meantime."

"What exercises?" Melissa asked weakly.

George pulled a printed sheet from his case—another prop prepared in advance. "This outlines the recommended program. Daily affirmations, restricted interactions with potential temptations, and partner-supervised pleasure restrictions."

The sheet actually contained nothing but meaningless pseudoscientific jargon and ridiculous instructions designed to further control and humiliate Melissa until his next "inspection."

"I'll leave you to discuss the results and recommendations," George said, straightening his disheveled suit. "The Bureau will contact you to schedule the follow-up assessment."

As he gathered his things, George took one last look at Melissa—naked, defiled, covered in cum, and broken by the experience. The sight would fuel his fantasies until he found his next victim.

"Thank you for your cooperation," he said formally. "The Bureau appreciates your commitment to relationship fidelity."

With that, George let himself out of the apartment, already scanning his mental list of potential couples to target next. The night was still young, and the city was full of possibilities for the Infidelity Inspector.

Walking down the street away from Daniel and Melissa's apartment, George felt the familiar post-"inspection" euphoria. His power had worked perfectly once again, allowing him to violate a beautiful woman while her partner watched in confused compliance.

As he passed a bar with outdoor seating, his eyes fell on a young couple sharing cocktails, the woman laughing as the man whispered in her ear. She was petite with short blonde hair and delicate features, wearing a sundress that revealed toned arms and legs.

George patted his fake badge in his pocket and smiled to himself. Perhaps there was time for one more inspection tonight after all.

The Infidelity Inspector had found his next victims.