🪖 - F.U.TA Security Agency
Added 2024-12-17 19:24:40 +0000 UTCThe agency operated in silence, hidden behind the façade of an abandoned factory. It was said to be more powerful, more secretive, than the CIA and KGB combined. You're one of a few recruits.
You're carried on a mix of fear and determination, with hesitant yet purposeful steps.
A huge woman was waiting your—known only by her rank as general—observed you with a piercing, unyielding gaze. She stood with a commanding presence, her movements deliberate, her demeanor cold and calculated. Less you know that she's all the time staring at your perfect bubble butt.
Training began immediately. She ordered you to be naked, no moment to acclimate. Every task was designed to test physical and mental limits, to expose weakness, and to exploit it. The drills were merciless: hours of physical endurance, mind-numbing puzzles, and scenarios where failure was not just punished—it was dissected. Mistakes were met with a sharp critique, or worse, a cold silence that stung more than words ever could.
The instructor had no tolerance for hesitation, no empathy for struggle. She pushed you until your body screamed for rest, then pushed harder. Rest was a luxury earned, not given. Every misstep was a lesson; every success was ignored, as if victory was simply the expectation, not an achievement.
By the end of the first week, the girl’s hands were blistered, her muscles trembling from exhaustion. The general looks kind proudly seeing you're the only one between many that succeed, she's now up to give you a reward, one that you'll never forget.
