Futanari System

Time passed, and my week for the Crown Princess was coming to a close. I was unsure of the sheer torment the woman had been through, and I personally could not imagine it. It was a hell that no woman, man, or being should have to put up with in the least, and my sense of guilt continued despite not being around her.

My mind drifted around the current circumstances of the entire waterfront and my worry about the defensive setup. Massive bulwarks of defense were being constructed, and it was going to be the most secure border in the history that I have read of this world. With Tina 1 still being brought to the front, no one knew what it was except for me. A group of people had been taught how to shoot it, and that was about it.

Unfortunately, I did not have an artillery position in my army. I simply did not have anything to sell to the Elder Council to create and fund it or how Tina would ultimately complete the weapon to be viable for transport. All of this meant that it was going to be something slowly lacing in the defenses where they were most needed, and I also made it known that it would be grouped up together as well.

There was no point in shooting one into a group of a thousand. There was a point of shooting fifty into a group of a thousand. These were things that needed to be set up in numbers, which we did not have. It's a good thing we were digging in for our offensive.

The front was not my only problem. I started thinking about something I had been putting off: the swordswomen I had captured before the Crown Princess, who was being held in a private prison. She was too sensitive to give up now, and I would never allow her to return to the Empire in her life.

So the question was, what do I do with her?

The simple answer was to kill her.

My thoughts were trailing upon that, most of all, a dead person speaks no truths. It was a stupid phrase that wasn't completely true, but it was true that she would not be able to talk about the Crown Princess I had plans for. She would be quiet, and that is what I needed with my plans.

But I would give her a chance.

I walked into the house that was modified for her, and I walked into where she was being held with her mouth bound and mana suppressed so she was unable to get out. I looked at the woman, and she was a conventionally attractive woman. Brown hair that could almost be mistaken for dirty blonde. B cup breasts with an eight-pack for muscles. You could see the strength in her arms, and her gaze was solid. Much different from when she was first captured.

This woman had time to think inside her cell after I left her here for a period of time. I sighed as I walked into the room, and her brown eyes did not leave me as I walked before the bars in the room, keeping her in the corner. She glared. I could tell that this woman had a plan in her head, and I was going to change all of that by asking her a simple question.

"Hello, I am Chelsea, Loveknot," I introduced myself slowly, "I am the Supreme Commander of the Elite Army And the Heir Apparent to the Silvermoon Tower of the Bunny-kin Tribe." I watched her eyes widen, and I theatrically brought my hand up to the bridge of my nose, pinched it, and sighed, "I captured you and the Crown Princess, which you know about," I said slowly, "Now, I have plans for the Crown Princess, which leaves me with an issue." I closed my eyes, made myself look torn, and sighed loudly, "I cannot let you talk about anything related to the Crown Princess ever outside myself. Not to a soul, so," I looked at her, letting go of my nose, and stared at her. "I will ask you one question." I paused for theatrics, knowing this was going to either end or change this woman's life. "You have a choice: Death or submitting." I said slowly and paused for a moment, "As for clarification on the submitting since you did not answer death right away," I continued after my pause, and I looked at her brown eyes and said, "Your life under submission will not be one of a slut. It will not be tossed into slavery. It will not be eternal hell. Instead, I will modify your body. I will make it betray you if you ever so much as think of leaving me. But it will not be torture. You will become a member of my harem, and if you wish in the future, I will make you a mother only of your own choice." With that, I paused one more time, and I saw the woman glaring, and I finished by saying, "Or you may choose death."

Silence took over the cell, and the Swordswoman glared at me, and time started to slip. Minutes rolled by, and she said nothing. There was no sign that this woman even thought anything, and I appreciated her stern demeanor. I could respect it, and I continued to wait.

Minutes turned into an hour, then two. "Why have you presented me with this choice?" the woman asked.

"I already told you," I replied, "You can choose to die or submit. You either have no information that I need or care about enough to torture you. I would have normally just put you in a Prisoner of War camp that I am making back in the Bunny-kin Tribe. But you, unfortunately, Have information here that I cannot have leaked." I shrugged, "I cannot risk you talking. That is it, and that is all. You are either dead or submit, where I will change your body. I am allowing you the choice because I will admit to you that I regret this choice. I regret forcing this upon you. I regret that I have to be here. I will fulfill my duty and do my best for my nation. So, Choose."

The woman's eyes flashed in her first reaction since I released her from the confines of the void. I could see her wavering determination. "Why?" she asked.

"I already answered you."

"WHY!" Enjoy new tales from m-v l'e|m,p-y r

I watched as the woman demanded an answer I would never give.

"WHY!"

"WHY!"

"WHY!"

"WHY!"

"WHY!"

"WHY!"

"WHY!"

"TELL ME WHY!"

"TELL ME!"

I sneered, "Because your Empire invaded the Beast-kin nation one too many times. Kidnapping and stealing our people to be your slaves, again and again. Year-round, our tribes worried about the Emipres slavers catching our families. How long did you expect our people to allow this to continue?"

"To wait and gather our strength before thrusting a knife into the heart of the Empire in a bid to make it stop or die trying?" I sneered at her. "YOU ARE NOT THE CENTER OF THE UNIVERSE!" I snapped, "I AM NOT THE CENTER, AND NEITHER ARE YOU! NOW IT IS WHAT IT IS, AND YOU HAVE POSSIBLY THE LAST CHOICE OF YOUR LIFE!" I screamed in her face, "SUBMIT OR DIE!"

My face was twisted with anger, and her facade broke, and she started to cry. "I don't want to die," She cried out, "I don't want to submit; I WAS IN MY LAST YEAR OF MILITARY SERVICE!" She cried out.

"Life is what it is," I replied bluntly

"FUCK YOU!"

I watched impassively as she began to hurl insults and anger, and tears flowed down her face. I could tell this was her venting of days of building emotions, and I waited.

Curses, blame, cries to the Goddess—all of them continued as she continued to try her best to make me react, and I watched without a care in the world. I waited without a word, and after another hour, she started to sob, no longer cursing.

"I do not have all day, and I do not have the manpower to hold you here," I said slowly. she looked up at me, and I could see her despair, "If I turn and walk out of here, I will kill you. I will use the void to rip you to shreds. That is the mercy I promise, but I can no longer waste resources on you. Submit or die," I finished, my voice soft.

"Do I even have a choice?" The woman asked.

"Yes, you can die with dignity in a forsaken corner of the Empire as one of their dogs or submit to one of the most powerful people in the Beast-kin nation and join my harem."

She hung her head for several moments and then looked up at me. "What will you do to my body? " she asked a better question, and I shrugged.

"Do you have a fetish?" I asked.

Her eyes looked surprised, and she looked torn. "W—What does that have to do with it?" she asked.

"I am asking because I am willing to customize your body to something that will allow you to feel more sexual pleasure from me or make your life better once you submit. I am not a monster and am not proud of pushing this choice on you. I am just doing what I am for my Nation."

She shivered and looked up at me, away, and back at me. "I- I never had sex," She admitted, and I looked at her surprised. "I-" She blushed and looked away, "I- I do not know, b- but when I pleased myself, I- I-" She paused, and a sob came out of her mouth, "I always imagined it with someone pulling my nipples and clit. I had this one fantasy where Captain Jared would bind my arms on my back, thrust his-" She paused and blushed harder, "Then grab my nipples and pull me up into the air by them. I- It was that that got me going. That or him doing the same with my pussy," She admitted, and I looked at the blushing sword maiden, and I think she did not understand what she was asking of me. I would have to make extensive modifications to her after this if this was what she wanted.

"Are you sure?" I said slowly, "I will make it so that you will love the feeling of rope on your skin," I told her, "The love of having your body, not tortured but," I paused and sighed, "Strained and stretched in ways. I will modify it so-"

"JUST DO IT!" she snapped, "I want to live, so I will submit, but I hope you will allow me to continue to train."

"I don't mind, but I will also regulate it. I trust you," I told her, and she shivered.

"God, maybe it is better to die," She said.

"If you submit, then tell me your name and swear to be my woman for the rest of your life abandoning the Empire."

She looked at me and paused, then bent her head. "I, Beth Howl, submit to Chelsea Love knot, abandoning my nation to be your Harem girl in order to live." Her voice quivered as she finished; I sighed.

"I accept," I told her, stepping forward, cupping her chin, and making her look up at me. "I am sorry, but I am not going to wait to start."

The operation started immediately, and my mother appeared beside me to watch as I focused my world on Beth.