Crawl toward Měi and beg her not to process you for the barracks

Futanari Fortress, Commander Měi's Office, at 10:27 AM on Monday March 13th, 2024.

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You push yourself onto your hands and knees, your massive tits hanging heavily beneath you as you crawl across the plush carpet toward the imposing desk. Every movement makes your abused body throb—your spanked ass burns, your pussy aches from Maya's brutal fucking, and cum continues leaking down your thighs.

"Please," you gasp out, your voice hoarse and ****. "Commander Měi, please don't process me for the barracks. I'll do anything else, serve anywhere else, just not—"

"Stop." Měi's voice cuts through your plea like a blade. It's cold, precise, utterly devoid of sympathy.

You freeze halfway across the office, trembling on all fours.

Měi rises from behind her desk with fluid grace. She's tall—easily six foot one—with a powerfully built frame that her immaculate black military uniform does nothing to hide. Her long black hair is pulled back in a severe bun, and her dark eyes regard you with the clinical detachment of someone examining a specimen.

"Lieutenant Tanaka," Měi addresses Maya without taking her eyes off you. "Report."

"Fresh capture, Commander," Maya responds crisply. "Extremely responsive body—came four times during initial use. Submissive personality, minimal resistance. Hypersensitive to the point of dysfunction. I've assigned her as communal property for the garrison."

"And she's attempting to negotiate her assignment," Měi observes, walking slowly around her desk. Each footfall is measured, deliberate. "How... predictable."

She stops directly in front of you, forcing you to crane your neck back to meet her gaze. "Do you understand what you've just done, fucktoy?"

You open your mouth but no words come out.

"By begging," Měi continues, her voice dropping to a dangerous purr, "you've demonstrated that you still possess enough willpower to resist your purpose. This cannot be tolerated in a barracks slut." She crouches down, grabbing your chin hard enough to make you whimper. "Standard processing takes three hours and produces adequate results. But for sluts who resist? I use the rushed treatment."

Your eyes widen in horror. "Rushed?"

"Accelerated fertility enhancement—triple the normal dose. Sensitivity modification spell with no gradual adjustment period. Immediate contraceptive removal and womb-opening procedure. And psychological conditioning delivered all at once instead of in stages." Měi's grip tightens. "The rushed process makes you more fertile, more sensitive, more breakable, more constantly horny, and far more pleasurable for my soldiers to use than standard processing would achieve."

"No," you whisper. "Please, I didn't mean—"

"You've made your choice." Měi releases your chin and stands. "Captain Kurosawa, Lieutenant Tanaka, Sergeant Yamamoto—strip and restrain her on the processing table. I'll begin immediately."

The three futanari move with military efficiency. Hands grab your arms and legs, hauling you off the carpet. Through an adjacent doorway you glimpse a room with harsh white walls, metal equipment, and a padded examination table with thick leather restraints.

"No! Wait!" You thrash weakly but it's useless. Your exhausted body has no strength left.

They carry you through the doorway and slam you down onto the cold leather surface. Your arms are yanked above your head and strapped down. Your legs are **** wide apart and secured in stirrups, leaving your cum-dripping pussy completely exposed and ****.

Měi enters behind you, pulling on latex gloves with practiced efficiency. "Let's begin with the fertility enhancement. Hold her steady—this injection goes directly into the cervix and subjects tend to scream."