Chapter 3 - Leila's Transportation

You spend the evening and most of the next day in bed, watching comedy vid shows between bouts of crying. The shows are terrible, but anything else that's on is worse - office dramas and action shows both remind you of what you've jsut left, and the fuck shows are even worse.

The next day you wake up feeling angry. Hurt's unjustifiably harsh treatment of you stings. You've always done your best, and now you've been discarded like a crumpled up paper towel. It feels... unfair, unjust. That's a strange feeling - for as long as you can remember, you've been taught that futas are more important than femmes, that your purpose in life is to serve and be grateful, but you had come to expect that your service would be repaid with kindness and consideration, two things Hurt has never shown you.

You've just finished a much-needed shower when your device sounds the high priority message alert. You hurry over to pick it up before you've toweled off and your heart skips a beat when you see the subject line "New Assignment". You're just about to retscan to read the message when your door buzzes open to admit two burly Motivation Officers, anonymous in their visored helmets, followed by slight, blonde Regulation Administrator.

"Leila Eta-539?"

The Administrator's voice is chirpy and cheery, perfectly fitting her friendly, smiling face.

"Yes?"

She raises her device to register your face, the camera flashing red with a retscan. She checks the results and nods in satisfaction.

"Leila Eta-539, you have been reassigned to Peace Force Station 5, District 16. Please come with us."

Her manner may be cheery, but there's no mistaking the impatience in her voice. Even though she's a femme - her very tight, very short skirt leaves no doubt about that - you have no time to wonder about why she has been put in a position of authority usually reserved for futas. No matter her sex she's an official of the Futarchy, and the Futarchy expects swift obedience.

"I-I just received the notification, and I've got a few things..."

The smile on the Regulation Administrator's face doesn't disappear, but it becomes fixed as her eyes harden.

"One minute. You can read the message in the car."

You give her a grateful curtsy, then rush to collect what you can - a throw pillow Mairie made for you, your two favorite pairs of shoes, your best handbag. When you return you curtsy again, clutching these few belongings to your chest along with your device.

"Thank you, Administrator."

She inclines her head slightly in response, apparently pleased at your promptness. She turns to lead you out and you step over the towel you dropped and out of the cube that has been your home for the past four years. The Motivation Officers follow close behind, not quite pushing you along but walking close enough that they occasionally touch your naked skin.

They crowd you into the elevator which sweeps you the eleven floors down as swiftly as always, then march you into the back of the waiting gray-painted Regulation Administration hover van. One of the officers points to a transparent plastic box where you put your belongings.

The back of the van has benches all around. You are directed to sit in one of the inner corners, and in an effort to placate the Administrator you adopt the standard sitting position: back straight, eyes forward, legs spread, and hands behind the small of your back. She gives you an encouraging smile.

Since you know thinking too closely about your situation will make you break down and cry you try to empty your mind. It works well for a while, until you realize the van has stopped and not started moving again. When you glance over at the Administrator she's tapping on her device with a frown on her face.

"There's been a..."

She glances over at you, and you quickly shift your gaze to be directed straight ahead again, hoping she didn't notice you looking at her. She purses her lips, reconsidering what words to use.

"There's been an... accident up ahead. Nothing to serious, but we may be stuck here for a while. You may as well make yourselves comfortable."

She shoots another look at you that very clearly says that that last statement doesn't apply to you. You pretend you haven't heard anything she's said, which makes her frown again.

The officers are less concerned as they remove their armor. Like most enforcement officers, they are well over six feet tall and heavily built, with a toned, athletic look to them. You watch them from the corner of your eye as they strip, stacking their padded armor plates beside them, both of them shining with sweat from wearing their heavy equipment on a warm day. One of them has dark skin and black hair cropped down to half an inch, with a strong, handsome face and glittering dark eyes. The other is pale, her blonde hair pulled back in a rough ponytail that she shakes loose and reties carelessly, clearly more interested in having her hair out of her face than looking pretty. She's anything but pretty, with a nose that looks like it's been broken more than once and somewhat mismatched features, but she's got an easy smile and a pleasant glint in her eyes.

You've barely had time to notice their looks when their scent hits you. Even with your higher than usual resistance to the futa pheromones your head begins to swirl, the concentrated dose from their sweaty bodies overpowering in the small enclosed space.

You find your eyes drawn towards the crotch of the dark-skinned futa, her cock rising slowly as she removes her chest armor. It's darker than the rest of her, the head fat, purple and shiny. You look to the blonde, her cock both longer and thicker and nearly dripping with precum, a slow dribble flowing from the tip of it.

You feel your body responding and you realize it's been nearly two days since you've felt the scent of sperm, and almost as long since you've had an orgasm. You lift one hand to your breast, gasping as your fingers brush your stiff nipple, and when you shift in your seat you can feel the wetness between your legs.

The Administrator clears her throat, and with an effort of will you draw your eyes away from the beautiful cocks to her face. Her expression shifts between a smirk and a pleased smile as she gives you a nod.

"Enjoy yourself if you wish, Leila. I'm sure Wolf Six and Fire Twelve will appreciate it."

You thank her breathlessly, then turn back to the two big futas. They're both watching you now, the blonde - Wolf Six - grinning while Fire Twelve leans back and slowly strokes her rapidly stiffening cock.

You move to sit beside Wolf Six, gripping her lightly in your hand. She lays her arm around you, her other hand reaching for your breasts. You gasp when she starts to play with them, brushing the backs of her fingers over your stiff nipples and drawing her fingertips over the sensitive undersides of your breasts.

Your fingers grow wet with the steady dribble of precum leaking from the tip of her cock as you slowly stroke it, and soon you can't resist the scent anymore. You slide down onto the rubbery floor, grasping the base of her shaft with both hands as you open your mouth and take her into your mouth.

Tasting Wolf Six's cum sends a wave of pleasure through your whole body. It's been weeks, maybe months since the last time you went this long without tasting cum, and your body craves it. You lick and slurp at her shaft, trying to gather as much as you can of what has already spilled out, then settle in to milk her tip with steady, sucking motions of your mouth. You hear yourself making happy, mewling noises, blushing a little at your neediness. When you glance up at her face she's leaning back with a big smile and her eyes closed, clearly enjoying what you're doing. One of her big hands is resting on your shoulder while the other plays with her breasts, pinching and pulling her nipples.

You start to go deeper, taking more of her cock into your mouth while you stroke her shaft and play with her balls. You bob up and down, then pause to suck hard on her tip. The groan of pleasure this draws from her makes you feel warm inside, the joy of serving someone who appreciates it increasing your own arousal.

You take Wolf Six's cock deeper again, half expecting her to grab your neck and start fucking your throat the way Hurt would have, but she seems content to let you keep going at your own pace. You start to stroke her fast with one hand in time with your mouth moving up and down, your other hand buried between your legs. Your pussy is sopping wet, your juices dripping from your fingers as you rub your clit, the taste of cock and the pleasure of serving pushing your excitement higher and higher.

When Wolf Six's breathing tightens and she begins to gasp, her body tensing and her hand on your shoulder grabbing you tightly, you grab her cock with both hands, stroking it fast while you suck hard on her tip, pressing against it with your tongue.

Moments later you're rewarded for your efforts. Her big load of thick cum explodes into your mouth, making you cough before you can start to swallow it, your hands eagerly stroking her pulsing cock. You nearly cum yourself just from the intensity of the taste and the joy of giving pleasure to one of your betters.

You keep milking her cock with your mouth and hands, all through her climax and until her cock softens and you have sucked up the last drops of cum you can squeeze out of it. You gaze up at her with misty eyes as she pats your head and gives you a warm smile.

"You're a great little cocksucker, Leila. Now go help Fire."

"Thank you, Officer."

You give her cock a final kiss before turning around to face Officer Fire Twelve, looking up at her as she lazily strokes her cock.

"How may I serve you, Officer?"

"On your back."

You quickly obey, laying yourself down on the rubbery floor, your heels pressed up against your ass to make room for her in the cramped space. She gives you a small nod.

"Good girl."

The tiny show of appreciation warms your insides, which you feel should irritate you but you're too lost in the anticipation of pleasure and the pheromone mists.

Fire Twelve kneels between your legs, guiding the tip of her cock to your entrance. You quiver when you feel her smear her precum over your pussy, then gasp when her tip enters you. She swiftly pushes all the way inside you, making you cry out with the sudden pleasure and the sensation of being filled. She lowers herself on top of you, her breasts pressing against yours as you feel her weight.

The Motivation Officer seems to take no notice of your cries and moans as she starts to fuck you, focused on her own impending release. She handles you roughly but not carelessly, adjusting her position when you are genuinely discomforted.

It doesn't take long for her to cum, one hand on your shoulder to hold you down as she hammers your pussy with her hard cock, the other squeezing your breasts, her thumb pressing against your hard, sensitive nipple. Her hard manners don't keep you from cumming along with her - when you feel her cock jerk inside you and her hot cum pumps out to fill you, you cry out in pleasure, even her rough hands only adding to your ecstasy as the pheromone carrying sperm floods you.

She keeps fucking you through her climax, and when she pulls out you're still quivering from your own still ongoing orgasm. She unceremoniously wipes herself off on your thighs, giving you a pat on the arm before going back to her seat.

You rise on shaky legs to retake your seat, gathering up some of Fire Twelve's cum with your fingers to smell and taste.