Chapter 2 - Leila's Failure

When Sub-Commander Hurt starts grilling you you're barely able to give coherent answers, much less the ones she's after. Your notes are a mess, you're confused by the whole thing, and to top it off you're so horny your hands are shaking.

After a couple of minutes Hurt glances over your shoulder at Janie, then shrugs and raises her hand to silence you.

"That will be all, Leila." Her tone tells you she's disappointed, that you've failed her somehow, but you're still as confused as before.

You swallow hard and curtsy.

"I-I'm sorry I-... Th-thank you, Sub-Commander."

You curtsy again and then quickly leave, closing the door behind you.

A few minutes later Janie leaves, though she fucks you first, on your back on your desk. She kneads your tits with her hands while she pumps her cock in and out of your pussy, rubbing your nipples with her thumbs. You cum fast and she soon follow you, filling you with her cum. Her dark skin has a slight sheen of sweat when she's done, and to your surprise she pulls you up into a kiss before she gives you a wistful smile. Then she pulls out of you and wipes herself off on your skirt, giving your breasts a final look before stepping out to the elevator.

You didn't think Sub-Commander Hurt could be less cordial with you, but over the next couple of weeks she proves you wrong. She still uses you regularly of course, but she's more rough than usual and even the very small appreciative touches she gave you before are gone. When she has you on your back on your desk so she can fuck your throat, which happens at least once a day now, she squeezes your breasts and pinches and pulls your nipples hard, even slapping them sometimes. That the pain makes you whimper around her cock doesn't seem to bother her the least.

Any hint of smalltalk is gone, and even when she's talking directly to you she doesn't even glance in your direction. The only time you see her looking at you is on the rare occasions when she fucks your pussy instead of your throat, and then she only seems to look at your chest. At these times she's usually content to watch your tits bounce as she pounds you hard, but sometimes she treats them as roughly as when she's using your throat. Your painfilled gasps and squeals don't seem to bother her then either.

Every night when you go home both your breasts and your throat are sore and tender, and your ego isn't in much better shape. You had thought Hurt appreciated your work and that you were good at pleasing her, maybe that she was even starting to like you as a person, but after failing that test that you didn't even understand it seems you're just another office drone to her - a pair of hands to type, a pair of tits to squeeze, and a throat to fuck. You continue to do your best to please her, but she continues to be cold and distant.

You're too embarrassed by your apparent failure to bring this up with your friends. Some of them notice that you're not your usual happy self, but when you don't open up about it they don't push you.

You usually have lunch with Lis every other week or so - it would be more often if you both didn't have very full schedules - and she gently prods you to talk about what's going on. You let her know her sympathy is appreciated and then change the subject, and she lets it go.

Over the weekend you stay with Mairie, one of your old friends from the Academy. She's a kind and gentle dark-skinned girl, a year older than you, and you've always been perfectly comfortable with her. This time you spend most of your time in bed together, watching vids, making love, or talking about inconsequential things. Spending time with her always helps you relax, and having her go down on you or using your mouth and fingers to make her cum is a much more intimate experience than being fucked by the futas at work.

This continues for several weeks. Hurt remains distant and cold, using you roughly and carelessly, and you remain to ashamed to say anything to your friends about it.

Then you get transferred.

It starts as any other day - you get up, do your usual morning routine, take the auto-bus to work, give Hurt her morning blowjob, start sorting out the messages that have arrived since yesterday.

When Hurt calls you into her office a couple of hours later you expect her to want relief, but without even looking at you she announces that you'll be transferred out of the station.

"Your services are no longer required here. You are to report to Work Assignment Office 12 after lunch so you should clear out your things."

You feel yourself go rigid with shock.

"Your replacement will arrive shortly. Please brief her on what her duties will be. Dismissed."

You make a clumsy curtsy, then walk out.

Numbly you sort out a last few things, working in a haze.

You haven't just failed the Sub-Commander, but the whole Peace Force. You're just not good enough. What will happen now? Will you be sent to a work district? A bath house? A street relief station? What?

When you look up you see a young girl standing nervously in the door. She waves uncertainly.

"Hello? I'm Sheelaa? I'm supposed to report here?"

You look Sheelaa up and down. She's dressed in clothes similar to your own - minimal skirt, loose tanktop, high heels - and wears her blonde hair in a tight ponytail. She's got a nice figure, with good hips and the kind of breasts the Sub-Commander likes. Her face is open and honest and she looks rather clueless.

"Yes. Right." You shake yourself back to what you're supposed to be doing instead of imagining her on her back on Hurt's desk with the Sub-Commander's cock pounding her pussy.

"I'm Leila. I'll be showing you your duties."

You get up and kiss her hello. She embraces you tightly, her tongue flicking against your lips for just a moment before withdrawing when you don't let it in.

You get back in your seat with Sheelaa watching over your shoulder as you show her the basics of prioritizing the Sub-Commander's messages and setting up her schedule. Sheelaa follows along well enough, for the most part asking the right questions and showing she has a general grasp of being an assistant, but she's rather clingy in the way of newly graduated girls, standing right behind your chair and constantly touching your arm and hair. After a while you switch places with her, partly so she can try things out for herself while you watch and correct her, but mostly so you won't have her pawing at you.

You're winding up with some minor details when the Sub-Commander calls for you on the intercom.

"Bring the new girl if she's arrived", she adds before clicking it off.

You steel yourself and bring Sheelaa with you into the Sub-Commander's office. You both curtsy as she glances your way, her gaze flicking up and down Sheelaa in a quick once-over before she gestures for you both to strip before going back to her phone call. You get out of your office clothes with practiced ease while Sheelaa snags her skirt on one of her heels for a second, blushing over her failure to comply as well as you.

You wait like that for a few minutes while Hurt barks terse instructions on the phone, apparently in some kind of group call with her Patrol Leaders. She mutes her mike long enough to order you both onto her desk.

She puts you in the position you know very well, with your head hanging over the edge so she can fuck your throat, and puts Sheelaa beside you with her legs spread. As she starts talking again she pushes her cock into your mouth and down your throat with a practiced motion, her hands squeezing your breasts. You were expecting more of the rough treatment you've been getting ever since that strange test, but she's much more gentle today. Perhaps it's to keep from scaring Sheelaa too much - newly graduated girls can be rather skittish, and even if they've gone through extensive training their experience is limited.

Hurt fucks your throat with slow, deep thrusts, her heavy balls pushing against your face when she bottoms out. She pulls out to let you breathe properly a few times, her hands softly squeezing your breasts. The unexpected tenderness makes your heart ache.

When she pulls out completely and shifts to stand between Sheelaa's legs, the new girl spreads them even wider and uses her fingers to open her pussy for her new boss' cock. She moans when Hurt's fat cock enters her, giving a little squeal when she pushes it all the way inside with a single thrust. She may be inexperienced, but it seems she's been well trained - even though Hurt doesn't have the biggest cock by far, not many can take it all at once without complaining.

Since Hurt hasn't told you to move you stay there with your head hanging down, a mixture of your own spit and her precum smeared over your mouth as you listen to the sounds of her fucking Sheelaa. She's soon slamming her cock into the new girl at a fast, steady pace, pulling gasps and moans of seemingly genuine pleasure from her new assistant. When it sounds like Sheelaa's about to cum Hurt pulls out of her and pushes her fat cock in between your lips again, giving you a taste of your replacement's pussy. Despite yourself you find yourself enticed, doing your best to taste the juices on Hurt's cock as it slides against your tongue.

But soon she pulls out again, a fat rope of spit connecting the tip of her cock to your mouth as she moves back between Sheelaa's legs. This time she starts going at full speed right away, and soon you hear the girl cry out and you feel her shudder beside you as she cums. Her hand finds yours and squeezes it tightly, and you have no choice but to squeeze back unless you want your bones broken by her vice-like grip.

Just as she's beginning to relax you hear the Sub-Commander grunt as she also cums, thrusting irregularly, filling Sheelaa's pussy with her cum. Unexpectedly she pulls out halfway through, shoving her cock down into your mouth for the last few spurts. You almost choke on the sudden flood of sperm but manage to swallow most of it. She keeps slowly fucking your mouth, giving you just the tip so you can taste the last few drops as they trickle out. She doesn't pull out until she's halfway soft - or at least as soft as a futa ever gets while awake - and when she finally leaves your mouth she looks down at you, and it almost seems like she's about to lean down to... what? Kiss you? But she straightens herself up, her fingers twitching as if she doesn't quite know what to do with them. That's more emotion than you've ever seen her display before.

But the moment passes and she looks back to her computer screen.

"Sheelaa, I assume you know where the showers are. We'll begin compatibility training in the afternoon. Leila, you're free to go when you're done instructing Sheelaa. Dismissed."

With a cold feeling in your chest you climb down from Hurt's desk, gather up your clothes, and curtsy. Sheelaa is clearly halfway cock-addled even from just a half-load of cum in her pussy, so you have to help her keep herself steady as you walk out. Since there's no point in trying to give her any more instructions as long as she's got that blissed-out grin on her face and that vacant look in her eyes you just point her towards the elevator. She giggles as she leaves.

You sit down and try very hard not to cry as you take your boots off, leaving them on your desk along with the rest of your office clothes. You look through your drawers to find a pair of old canvas sneakers you'd almost forgotten about, putting them on before taking a last look around the bare room that's been your work station for the past three years. You pick up your device and walk naked to the elevator.