Time for some penetration

As Melissa reluctantly moved to the couch, George turned to Daniel. "Mr. Westfield, you should observe from the armchair. Your proximity could affect her responses."

Daniel moved to the indicated chair, his face a mask of confusion and distress as he watched his naked girlfriend position herself on their couch, her legs trembling as she spread them as instructed.

George removed his shirt, revealing his pale, hairy belly with its rolls of fat. Melissa couldn't hide her look of disgust, which only excited George further. He loved seeing the revulsion on beautiful women's faces just before he violated them.

"The expression you're displaying is promising," George said, unbuckling his belt. "Genuine aversion to the inspection instrument indicates lower infidelity probability."

As he dropped his pants and underwear, his erect cock sprang free—thick, unwashed, and already leaking pre-cum. Melissa's face contorted in horror at the sight and smell of him.

"Oh god," she whispered, instinctively closing her legs.

"Please maintain the testing position," George instructed firmly. "Response avoidance invalidates results."

With visible ****, Melissa reopened her legs, turning her face away as George positioned himself between her thighs. His sweaty bulk loomed over her slender form as he lined up his cock with her entrance.

"I'll be measuring internal response to foreign penetration," he explained clinically, though his voice was thick with lust. "Any contractions, lubrication changes, or pleasure indicators will be recorded."

Without further warning, George thrust forward, forcing his thick cock into Melissa's unprepared pussy. She cried out, her back arching off the couch at the sudden, painful invasion.

"Resistance noted," George commented, beginning to pump in and out of her. "Initial tightness is a positive sign, indicating unfamiliarity with non-partner penetration."

Daniel watched in horrified fascination from the armchair, the supernatural influence preventing him from recognizing this for the **** it was. Instead, he saw it as some bizarre but official procedure—uncomfortable but necessary.

"How... how is she doing?" he asked weakly.

"Initial readings are promising," George lied, grabbing Melissa's hips and thrusting deeper. "But we need more data."

Melissa whimpered as George's unwashed body pressed against hers, his cock stretching her painfully as he established a rough rhythm. The musky odor of his unwashed genitals filled her nostrils, making her gag slightly.

"Aversion response noted and positive," George panted, his flabby stomach slapping against her with each thrust. "But wait—I'm detecting internal muscle contractions. Your body is adapting to accept the inspection instrument."

Indeed, after the initial pain, Melissa's body had begun producing natural lubrication as a defense mechanism, making George's thrusts smoother. He interpreted this biological response as evidence of her enjoyment, though her face clearly showed distress.

"You're getting wetter," George accused, picking up his pace. "That suggests receptiveness to foreign penetration—a significant infidelity marker."

"No," Melissa protested weakly. "It's just a physical reaction. It doesn't mean anything."

"The Bureau's research indicates otherwise," George countered, grabbing her breasts roughly as he continued to pound into her. "Involuntary arousal during examination correlates strongly with infidelity probability."

He pinched her nipples harshly, watching her face contort in pain mixed with unwanted pleasure. Despite the degrading circumstances, the continued stimulation was causing Melissa's body to respond, her pussy gripping his cock as he thrust.

"She's displaying concerning response patterns," George called to Daniel, who sat rigid in the armchair. "Her vaginal walls are pulsing around the inspection instrument—a classic sign of infidelity potential."

"I can't help that!" Melissa cried, tears streaming down her face. "It's just physical!"

"We'll need to intensify the testing to be certain," George announced, suddenly withdrawing from her. "Position change required. Turn over and raise your hips."

Melissa looked at Daniel pleadingly, but he only nodded stiffly, still under the influence of George's power. Defeated, she turned onto her stomach and raised her hips as instructed, her face buried in the couch cushions.

George positioned himself behind her, admiring the view of her perfect ass and the glistening lips of her pussy from this new angle. Without warning, he thrust back into her, causing her to cry out again.

"This position allows for deeper measurement," he explained, grabbing her ass cheeks and spreading them wider. "I'm also required to check alternative entry point resistance."

Before Melissa could process what he meant, George pressed his thumb against her asshole, making small circular motions while continuing to thrust into her pussy.

"What are you doing?" she gasped, trying to squirm away.

"Anal resistance testing is mandatory for comprehensive assessment," George said sternly. "Remain still for accurate readings."

He pushed his thumb past the tight ring of muscle, entering her ass while his cock continued to pump in and out of her pussy. Melissa sobbed into the cushion, humiliated and violated beyond what she could have imagined.

"Dual penetration response measurement is crucial," George explained to Daniel, who watched with a mixture of jealousy and confusion. "Partners who readily accept multiple penetration points show significantly higher infidelity probabilities."

George worked his thumb deeper into Melissa's ass, feeling her muscles clench around the intrusion. "Her resistance is decreasing," he noted. "That's concerning."

"I'm not enjoying this!" Melissa insisted, her voice muffled by the couch.

"Verbal denial continues to conflict with physical response," George countered. "We'll need to proceed to full anal examination for conclusive results."