Lie trembling in the aftermath

Futanari Fortress, Commander Měi's Processing Room, at 11:07 AM on Monday March 13th, 2024.

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The three cocks withdraw from your body in sequence—first Hana's from your throat with a wet, obscene pop that leaves you gasping and coughing up mixture of saliva and cum, then Rei's from your ass with a sensation that makes your rewired nerves sing even in its absence, finally Maya's from your pussy with a gush of mixed fluids that pools beneath you on the examination table.

You lie there trembling, every muscle twitching with aftershocks. Your holes feel devastatingly empty despite being stretched and used. Cum leaks from all three openings—thick white streams running down your thighs, dripping from your chin, seeping from your gaping ass. The glowing violet womb tattoo pulses faintly above your pubic mound, a permanent brand declaring your new purpose.

"Processing complete," Měi announces, stripping off her soiled gloves and tossing them into a disposal bin. She picks up a tablet from the counter, her fingers swiping across the screen as she reviews data. "All modifications successful. Fertility enhancement bonded. Sensitivity increased three hundred percent baseline. Cervical dilation holding at fifty percent. Psychological conversion to masochism confirmed."

She looks down at you with clinical detachment, studying your trembling, cum-soaked form like a scientist examining a successful experiment.

"This subject is ready for immediate barracks assignment," Měi declares. "Lieutenant Tanaka, you'll escort her to the communal cells and brief Barracks Supervisor Kamiko on her capabilities and limitations. Captain Kurosawa, Sergeant Yamamoto—you're dismissed. Return to your regular duties."

"Understood, Commander," Maya responds, already tucking her softening cock back into her uniform pants. She grabs a rough towel from a nearby rack and tosses it onto your stomach. "Clean yourself up, fucktoy. You've got work to do."

Rei and Hana exchange satisfied glances as they adjust their uniforms.

"Enjoyed breaking you in," Hana comments casually, running fingers through her short hair. "The garrison's gonna love this one."

"Agreed," Rei adds in her clinical monotone. "Optimal responsiveness. She'll service the full rotation without issue."

They exit together, leaving you alone with Měi and Maya.

Měi sets down her tablet and crosses her arms. "You have two minutes to make yourself presentable enough for transport. The barracks don't require perfection—the soldiers prefer their sluts showing recent use—but you need to be ambulatory. Lieutenant Tanaka will carry you if necessary, but walking demonstrates better conditioning."

Maya grins down at you, her expression predatory. "Can you stand, or do I need to drag you?"

Your legs feel like water. Your pussy and ass throb with residual sensation. The womb tattoo pulses with magical heat. But somewhere in your shattered mind, you understand the question isn't rhetorical—it's a test of your remaining functionality.