Try weakly to protest despite your body's betrayal

Futanari Fortress, Commander Měi's Processing Room, at 10:52 AM on Monday March 13th, 2024.

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"W-wait... please... I c-can't..." The words tumble weakly from your lips, barely audible even in the sterile silence of the processing room. Your voice cracks halfway through, dissolving into a pathetic whimper.

Měi doesn't even acknowledge your protest. She's already moved to a cabinet, extracting a slender glass vial filled with shimmering violet liquid and a specialized tattooing wand etched with arcane glyphs.

"Captain, Lieutenant, Sergeant—positions," she commands tersely. "Triple penetration. Maximum ****. I need her body under stress while I inscribe the marking."

"Fucking finally," Maya groans, her nine-inch cock already throbbing and leaking as she positions herself between your spread thighs. She grips your hips with bruising ****, the head of her shaft pressing directly against your gushing, oversensitized entrance. "Been wanting to feel how that modified cunt grips."

Hana circles to the head of the table, her massive eleven-inch erection bobbing mere inches from your face. "Open wide, fucktoy. Let's see if that throat can handle a real pounding now."

"N-no, wait—" Your protest is cut off as Hana's fingers **** your jaw open, and she drives forward without ceremony, burying six inches of thick cock straight down your throat in one brutal thrust. You gag violently, tears flooding your eyes, but your rewired nerves interpret even the **** sensation as perverse pleasure.

Rei moves behind the table, releasing the restraint on your left leg just long enough to flip you partially onto your side, exposing your ass. Her ten-inch shaft presses against your puckered hole—still somewhat loosened from the earlier **** but far from prepared for what's coming.

"All holes, simultaneous entry," Měi orders, uncapping the violet vial. "On my count. Three... two... one—now."

They slam into you as one.

Maya's cock spears your pussy, driving so deep you feel the head kiss your now-permanently-opened cervix. The penetration sends electric shocks through every nerve, your hyper-sensitized walls clamping down reflexively around the thick intrusion.

Hana forces her full length down your throat, her heavy balls slapping your chin as she hilts completely. You can't breathe, can't think, can only feel the massive shaft pulsing in your constricting throat.

Rei's cock tears into your ass with zero preparation, stretching your ring brutally wide. The burning pain instantly converts to searing pleasure, your masochistic rewiring transforming agony into ecstasy.

"Perfect," Měi observes clinically, positioning the tattooing wand just above your pubic mound. "Maintain that rhythm. Deep, hard, constant. Don't let her adjust."

The three futanari begin fucking you in synchronized brutality. Maya pounds your cunt with savage thrusts, each impact driving you back onto Rei's cock in your ass. Hana uses your throat like a disposable onahole, her fingers tangled in your lavender hair as she facefucks you without mercy.

Měi begins chanting, the tattooing wand glowing as she presses it to your skin just above your womb. Searing heat radiates from the point of contact as magical ink begins etching itself into your flesh—burning, marking, claiming.

"The barracks slut seal," Měi explains, her voice steady despite the obscene spectacle before her. "But I've added a permanent fertility enhancement. The ninety-five percent impregnation rate from the injection will become a permanent property of your body. Every load of cum will have maximum breeding potential. Forever."

Your scream is muffled around Hana's cock as the tattoo burns deeper, the magical marking searing straight through skin into the womb beneath.