Japan Blacked - 7

The new laws that had caused such sweeping changes in Japan had been passed for a few weeks now. Like any smart, developed country, there had been factions in politics, leading industries, as well as the military that had been following the laws since before they were formally introduced and while there were some who would rather not see them passed, preparations had been made for that eventuality. So when the law did finally get pushed through, certain elements of Japanese society were more prepared to best handle these changes, and perhaps none more important than the military. With all of Japan's women now free use for black men, there were no exceptions-meaning military women had a whole new set of responsibilities to get used to-namely, being "morale boosters" especially for any foreign military advisors who happened to travel to Japan in large numbers following the laws, as if they too had been prepared in advance.

As such, most of Japan's Self Defense Forces had a new class of officers-morale officers, composed of some of the military's best, brightest and most fertile. At one military base, a group of prospective soldiers were being given a very new sort of orientation, one that would prepare them for the rigors and stresses of their new positions…and there would certainly be a lot of different positions for everyone involved.

Mikasa Ackerman was one such trainee, a young woman already marked for special attention by her superiors. Her training had only barely begun, but already she had shown herself to be a clearly superior physical specimen, and the general consensus among her fellow recruits as well as those responsible for training her was that she would likely graduate at the top of her class by a large margin. Outwardly, Mikasa's appearance was nothing too special to look at, at least not at first. She wasn't eye-catching or flashy in any way, with a quiet expression that bordered on haunted a lot of the time, as though she was shouldering much more emotional weight than an 18 year old should have been, her shoulders often rounded and her eyes marked by distinct, small dark circles.

When Mikasa moved though, there was a clear sign of athleticism in her entire tall, lean body, her gray eyes narrowed in focus like a falcon swooping down on prey. Her smooth, soft dark hair ounces around her slender-faced features, with long bangs that often fell in front of her eyes, though today they were kept under her hat. Like the rest of the female trainees, Mikasa was wearing a green skirt, green jacket with its rows of gleaming brass buttons over a white shirt and green tie, which Mikasa wore loose at her neck, from constantly tugging at the restrictive collar of her shirt. Her white gloved hands were stiff at her sides as she lined up with the rest of her class, lined up for "new duties."

It was just after lunch and a quick shower, as ordered by the officers in charge of her training, which Mikasa had found odd. Usually after lunch there was a series of high energy, athletic exercises that often left the trainees (especially those who couldn't match Mikasa's drive and inborn superior physicality) sweaty and dirty afterward-so what was the point in showering beforehand? There was a strange energy about the camp, something going on behind the scenes that Mikasa couldn't quite intuit-in a combat situation or training, her body often seemed to "take over" her conscious mind, and ferreting out the strangeness at camp was beyond her focused, cool and collected mind. All she knew for certain was that the men and women had been separated for this training…maybe they'd be competing against each other? Though that made little sense-in this camp as with many others, the women were outnumbered by the men nearly ten to one.

Walking out of the men's quarters were two remarkable women, one Japanese and one white with blonde hair and blue eyes, one of whom Mikasa knew well and the other was a complete stranger. The shorter Japanese woman was their hand-to-hand instructor as well as the base's highest ranking woman, Tifa Lockhart. She was wearing a typical officer's uniform, much like the enlisted women but in black, and Tifa had foregone wearing her hat today, letting her long dark ponytail swish behind her playfully. In contrast, the other woman didn't seem to have a playful bone in her body…and what a body it was. Even Mikasa could see that she was beautiful in her pale, exotic way, but also she was very striking, wearing a tight blue outfit that seemed like some hi-tech bodysheath, hugging every curve in her body from her massive, boulder-sized tits to her fat firm ass that exploded out of her tight waist like an exaggerated heart shape. Even Tifa looked downright modest next to her, and the unarmed combat specialist was known on base and in the surrounding community for her cute features and massive, bouncing tits that not even the tightest uniform could hold back.

"Hello, ladies. At ease." Tifa said, though as the women relaxed a little, Mikasa noticed the blonde woman didn't move a muscle, her eyes downright icy as she cast them over the entire group, taking in each cadet for the first time.

Tifa, who had been training with them day in, day out for some time, didn't need any such inspection. "In case any of you were wondering, this is Samus Aran, from the United Kingdom. Samus, these are the women of the 104th Training Corps-my women."

Tifa had always taken pride in her women, as she referred to them, training them to the utmost. The cadets, male and female, who had thought Tifa little more than a pretty face had been humbled time and time again, even Mikasa could scarcely hope to keep up with her for more than a few seconds, as she moved with speed that seemed downright inhuman at times.

"Ms. Aran is here as a transfer to help train you all for your new responsibilities. While she is present on-base, you are to give her the same respect and deference you would me, or any other superior officer. Understood?"

There was a quick, loud chorus of "yes, ma'am!"s from the assembled soldiers, who numbered a little under twenty, lined up as though waiting for a parade to start, though still with a quiet sense of uncertainty. Just what, exactly, were these "new responsibilities" and why did they require a transfer all the way from the United Kingdom? For her own part, Samus Aran (Mikasa noted she hadn't been given any sort of rank…maybe she wasn't officially military? A freelancer, maybe?) studied the crowd with an inscrutable look on her face, a kind of blankness to her expression that suggested she wasn't used to looking at people who could actually see her.

Evidently, Tifa wasn't in the mood to explain, at least not yet. "Along with Ms. Aran, there are a few military diplomats from abroad here, who you are to treat with the utmost respect and…decorum. Their purpose here is important to continue pleasant relations with other nations, so pretend you have more manners than a pig if they should, for whatever strange notion takes hold of them, speak to any of you directly."

"My own country is thinking about possibly adapting some of the laws passed recently here in Japan." Samus said, her voice clear and barely emotive.

"But first, we wanted to get a good look, up close at how you thrive in your new role as…recreational soldiers." Samus almost hesitated over the words, and Tifa jumped in to clarify.

"Well, more like…physical health trainers. Or…dedicated exercise partners, for specific male soldiers only." Tifa ticked the answer off on her fingers, the metal knuckles she wore clinking lightly.

"Comfort women, isn't that something Japan has used in the past?" Samus asked, and Mikasa could only stare at her and Tifa as they went on.

There were murmurs through the crowd, as the significance of the officers' words sunk in. Clearly they were dancing around a delicate issue, trying to be gentle, which was something soldiers were familiar with-there were whole volumes of language designed to make dangerous, scary sounding things sound normal and commonplace. Mikasa was beginning to understand what they really meant, as well as some of the other trainees, with whispers spreading as Tifa and Samus tried to find the right words.

"Yes, comfort women, for black men only. Like living stress dolls!" Tifa said, pleased with this choice of words.

"Fuktoys, also." Samus said, her blue eyes actually widening for a moment in excitement.

"Cocksleeves Fleshlights with legs." She went on.

"Living condoms. Personal sperm disposals. Sex troughs?" Tifa added, and by now it was very clear what she and Samus were describing, each lewd synonym only making things worse. Several of the women next to Mikasa looked utterly scandalized. A few tried to contain their glee, mentioning that they knew about this change in advance, and were all for it.

For her part, Mikasa wasn't happy. She joined the military to defend Japan, to serve her country using her unique, exceptional physical skills and mental drive. And now they wanted her to just spread her legs for a bunch of nasty, smelly black men who weren't even Japanese? Her hands balled into fists, her gloves rubbing together tightly as she did her best to keep her emotions off her face, something that had always come easy to the aloof Mikasa.

"Right, I think that covers it well enough, at least the "tell" part. It's time to "show" you exactly what we mean." Tifa said, flashing a cute smirk before she turned and lead the way to the men's barracks, Samus almost stomping beside her-the tall women had the practiced gait of a soldier but with her height and almost total lack of poise, she walked almost like a particularly curvy robot.

"Oh my god!" Came a whisper from one trainee as they filed in behind Tifa, a woman named Nagisa who was apparently quite experienced with certain kinds of cutting edge vehicles. Mikasa paid the voice no attention, simply staring at what was happening.

The barracks was full of black men, rutting and fucking with other trainees-from this camp and elsewhere going by their uniform insignia. Mikasa felt herself take a sharp breath when she saw that some of these women weren't trainees at all, but enlisted soldiers and even a few officers in some cases, all of them getting roughly fucked by broad-shouldered, barrel chested black men with massive, throbbing, enormous cocks. The room was full of the stench of sweat and sex, and Mikasa felt her face flush from the heat, along with the constant lewd sounds of flesh slapping against flesh, of wet, dripping pussies getting practically churned up by those huge dicks as well as the loud moaning, gasping and in some cases even screaming of the women-soldiers all of the, any of whom Mikasa would never have imagined having sex even in the most chaste and modest circumstances.

Samus and Tifa seemed to be acting like not only was this not odd, but rather that it was cause for study, walking around the room as though leading a museum tour.

"Here you see exactly what we're talking about. This is how Japanese women should act from now on." Tifa's reddish-brown eyes sparkled, clearly savoring the view as she walked around the beds, which all were squeaking and shaking under the rampant fucking-Mikasa couldn't help but notice how large most of the black men were, not just with their fat, impossibly long and veiny dicks, but their sheer height and size-most them looked like they outweighed Mikasa by at least forty kilos, some of them much more.

The bed that Tifa was pointing to had a curvy naked woman on it, with bright red, almost pink hair. She was being fucked in a rough mating press position so hard it seemed like the bed might break underneath her and her fuck partner, a naked man with flashy tattoos up and down his arms. Her legs were kicking in the air, each thrust of that massive, throbbing dick (Mikasa figured it had to be 40 centimeters long-at least) making her peaches and cream titties bounce and shake, her entire body being rattled so hard she was sure to be bruised tomorrow.

"This is Kallen Stadtfeld, one of our rising stars in an experimental weapons program. Now? She's following orders like a good soldier should-and she's not even fully Japanese." Tifa said, with clear pride in her voice, her impressive chest swelling up with a deep breath.

Mikasa flushed a little deeper-she wasn't fully Japanese either, and that was part of why she'd worked harder than nearly all of her other enlistees, to show she was a good citizen and soldier through and through.

Kallen moaned, letting out a loud, embarrassing undulating sound as her tits clapped on her chest, sweat trickling down her brow. She had her arms thrown around the neck of the brute fucking down into her, her legs trying to wrap around his waist and suck him deeper into her wet, grasping pussy but each thrust just made her hips quake with a wonderfully pleasurable kind of pressure, her feet kicking weakly at the ceiling. She was only doing this because she was ordered to, really…or at least that was what Kallen told herself. In fact, this was the best sex of her entire life, as that dick pistoned in and out of her like a machine, forcing her cervix wide open and hitting her womb so hard it seemed like it might be permanently reshaped. But she didn't really like being a black men's fucktoy, or anything, and she definitely wouldn't be thinking about this later when she had a private moment in the barrack's showers.

"Kallen here is a natural at sucking and fucking black cock! Anybody can pilot a mech, but it takes a special girl to make a big, fat stud dick nut in just a few minutes with nothing more than her big, fat DSLs and tight little pussy, right?" Tifa said, making Kallen's face blush in shame. She didn't want to admit to something so lewd, so embarrassing…so true.

"Ah, oh god!" Kallen moaned, feeling that cock hit a spot deep inside her in just the right way that it made her eyes cross every time that fist-sized dicktip plunged into the bottom of her wet, sloppy pussy depths over and over again. She tried to resist her inevitable orgasm, but that only made it stronger when it washed over her. Kallen grit her teeth, her head shaking from side to side as the sound of her body getting absolutely railed grew louder and louder.

Whap! Whap! Whap!

Still, Kallen was a soldier, even if that meant spreading her legs and taking a pussy pounding so good it made her want to never hold a real weapon again when she would be jerking a black man's fat cock instead.

"Thank you….HNNNGG…ma'am!" Kallen said, her face turning a deep shade of red along with her upper chest as her arms pulled the black man turning her inside out closer to her, feeling his hot breath wash over her sensitive neck and ears as she came hard. Kallen was clearly having an orgasm so hard her brains were nearly steaming out of her ears, and it was even more clear that the man plowing her twat wasn't done by a long shot.

"Moving on…" Samus said, almost having to drag Tifa away from the lewd sight of Kallen coming herself stupid.

Mikasa recognized this woman right away, aside from having a striking appearance she was maybe the highest ranking officer besides Tifa there. Shinobu Kocho was her name, and she was clearly enjoying herself, without any of the faux resistance and trying to hold out on accepting the pleasure she was feeling like Kallen had.

She was a tiny little thing, not even five feet tall and bouncing up and down on a dick that looked longer than her forearm and thicker than her bicep by a wide margin. Naked except for a butterfly , her modest but pert and firm breasts jiggled and bounced as her strange, purple-gradient eyes widened in pleasure. Her wavy black hair hung about her face, highlighting her high cheekbones as she placed her palms on the dark-skinned man's chest, gripping him with her slender fingers as she rode that cock, her hips pistoning up and down. His large hands wrapped around her waist and helped tug her faster and faster on that cock, her pussy lips dripping as he stirred her insides up with powerful, almost painful force.

"Oh yes, yes, yes! Right there, you big, wonderful stud, oh god you're making me come! I'm gonna come all over your big fat black cock! Oh god I love being a fucktoy for strong, powerful black men! Oh, mmmphh~"

The man she was riding with such gusto pulled her down close, his hand pressing between her thin shoulder blades as their bodies ground and writhed together in sweaty, sensual pleasure. She placed one small palm on his face as they kissed, Shinobu spreading her mouth wide to let his tongue push deep into her mouth, letting out soft gasps and deep moans as she sucked on his tongue eagerly, her cheeks hollowing out and eyelids shrinking as she was happily used by this larger, older man. Their kiss deepened as her fuckbuddy nearly pushed Shinobu's tonsils down her throat with his tongue, letting out a deep grunt himself at her strange, somewhat intoxicating taste.

Shinobu had been one of the earliest women in the military to accept the new state of affairs, her bright and cheerful demeanor even applying to becoming a comfort woman for hung, black foreigners it seemed. Shinobu had actually debated making such a choice, as she had an older sister who just so happened to work at an inn that specialized in "hospitality service" for the traveling black man (or men, as was usually the case) new to Japan. But in this way, Shinobu could both serve her country and be a cocksleeve for black men at the same time; life simply couldn't get any better as far as Shinobu was concerned.

However, there was a slight…wrinkle in her otherwise happy-go-lucky demeanor, something Tifa had noticed a while back but never bothered to say anything about because it would prove useful in a combat situation. And in this situation, well Tifa had thought it might be a boon as well, or at least entertaining to watch. Just as she'd thought, Shinobu suddenly went stiff on the man's dick, her motions slowing down as her orgasm subsided. She looked down at him, with an altogether different sort of expression on her face, one that was downright frightening and quite at odds with her petite stature, with a demonic expression on her face and angry veins popping on her forehead.

"Hey, I didn't say to stop, did I? Put your back into it, you big black bastard! Really fuck my pussy up!" She commanded, her fingernails digging into the man's broad shoulders as she braced herself. His thrusts redoubled in strength and speed, making drool trickle from the corner of Shinobu's mouth as she moaned, in blissful contment. Mikasa had seen her act like this once before, in wildly different circumstances, where her cheerfulness and kindness towards everyone had slipped, revealing a very angry, downright furious woman underneath. It was almost as shocking to Mikasa as how well the tiny woman took a cock in her twat large enough to make her thin stomach stick out in an unmistakable bulge.

"Well, moving right along…" Tifa said, her hair flouncing behind her, with an extra bit of peop in her step to be amid all this fucking, sucking, frenzied lewdness. She led them to another bed, where three individuals were clustered, a pretty redhead getting fucked doggystyle by a tall skinny black man, and a very white woman nearby-with her skin closer to grey than resembling Samus' skin tone, and wearing a white outfit that was barely buttoned on top and showed off her impressive, massive bouncing tits.

"Here we have a trainee who requires direct supervision by an officer, so she doesn't wash out. Don't kid yourselves, my women-this job isn't as easy as you might think."

Samus snorted in agreement as Mikasa and the other trainees watched. The women's uniforms weren't like theirs, from the busty woman's all white one to the more petite redhead wearing a red cap that jostled on top of her short hair, with a single crimson lock bouncing in between her eyes.

"Yes, they prefer to be known by their serial numbers, U-1196 and AE3803, possibly the worst trainee I've ever seen. Isn't that right?" Tifa asked, looking at the white woman.

"Yes, ma'am! 3803 here is barely suited for desk duty, and she needs to learn that just because she is new, that is no excuse." Her tone took on a more self-critical tone, shame trickling through her words.

"And it is my responsibility to train her to acceptable levels. No doubt I earned such an embarrassing position through some failure of mine, which just means I need to work that much harder."

Mikasa would have sympathized more with this older woman's shame, if there hadn't been an eighteen year old trainee getting fucked from behind mere inches from 1196's face, as the taller woman knelt by the bed.

"Ah, I'm sorry~!" AE yelled, her heat flopping around on her head as she was fucked from behind. She was trying to match the thrusts of the man rutting into her from behind, but her knees were buckling, her legs shaking underneath her and threatening to give out at any moment.

"This cock just feels so good, it's like it's messing up my mind!" The redhead shouted, resting her weight on her forearms. 1196 scooted up behind her, grabbing AE by the scruff of the neck.

"Your job is not to lay there like a fucking fleshlight, cadet! You're supposed to be making this stud feel good. Now lift your empty fucking head up and put your back into it!"

Smack!

1196 slapped AE's plush, soft ass making it wiggle in reflex as the black man fucking her continued to hilt himself with every thrust, withdrawing nearly the entire way before slamming his hips forward again. The redhead's eyes rolled around in her head as she lifted the pillow up to her face, biting down on it hard as she squealed, clearly having a powerful, mind-breaking orgasm. AE's teeth squeezed the pillow nearly hard enough to send foam everywhere as the pillow ripped at the seams.

Samus watched with a dispassionate eye, as if she wasn't watching a sexy older woman yelling at a cadet for not being a good enough fuck. 1196 was behind the black man now, whispering lewd filth into his ear, urging him to fuck the worthless and disappointing AE that much harder and faster. Clearly, well-trained instructors were key to such a thing-how many women of AE's age were virgins after all, and had never known the touch of any lover, especially hung, incredibly horny black men who had traveled halfway around the world to empty their fat nuts? Samus considered this for her report, while also making sure to get an eyeful of the fist-sized balls swinging beneath the black man's dick, just aching to be touched and caressed…Samus cleared her throat before she started speaking.

"The Cell Division is a little different, as I understand things. Serial numbers and unique uniforms aside, they're held to higher standards, as though they were all just parts of one massive body. And if she can't please a black man properly, she'll wash out of the military. Who knows? Maybe she'd make a good carrier."

They moved on, with 1196's words ringing in their ears.

"Yes, like this, grip his cock with your pussy. And don't just lay there, reach back with your hand and cup those big fat balls, yes just like that! We'll make a comfort woman of you yet, AE! Let me show you…mmmph, mmmf, mmpphp~" 1196's voice cut out as she leaned down, shoving her face in the black man's fat nuts, practically motorboating those massive testicles ass he licked, slurped and sucked on their vast, wrinkled, heavy surface, hanging low due to their sheer weight and the massive amounts of sperm just boiling in those nuts and ready to explode out and impregnate the tight piece of inexperienced Japanese ass in front of him.

The cadets followed Tifa and Samus to the exercise room, their minds still trying to grasp what they had just seen. Questions and comments and confusion of all kinds spread among the group. It was chatter that Tifa normally would have put a stop to, but she understood that there was a lot of information for the girls to process-many of them had probably assumed the military would be exempt from the new laws.

"Well I hope you got the picture everyone, because now…" Tifa opened the door, revealing a bevy of black men in various states of undress, most already packing impressive erections, jerking them to full hardness as they eyed up the class of trainees.

"It's your turn." Tifa said, outright grinning now. Breaking in a new class was quickly becoming her favorite part of her new responsibilities.

Mikasa shook her head, unable to take any more of this, it was all just too much.

"I'm not here for this." She muttered to herself, before turning on her heel and marching out. Mikasa wasn't thinking, her body moving on pure instinct and leading her to the women's living quarters. She would go there, pack her things…and then just leave, leave the base and the military behind, for good. It seemed like such a monumental decision to make at a moment's notice, but Mikasa knew this had to be the right call, it was the only way forward she could see. Even as she walked with purpose, however, she couldn't help but feel her thighs rubbing together, arousal trickling down her legs and making the front of her uniform skirt uncomfortably damo, and hot, and tight. Surely Mikasa couldn't be turned on from…that? Watching her fellow trainees get used…like pieces of meat-even though they seemed to like it so much.

Watching her go, Tifa and Samus exchanged meaningful looks and small nods. They'd encountered this sort of thing once or twice before, Kallen had been much the same way and in need of help…changing her mind. So just a few minutes later, before Mikasa would have been all packed and ready, a voice rang through the loudspeakers, all official and tinny sounding.

"Cadet Ackerman, report to Nito rikui Lockhart's quarters at once. Say again: Cadet Ackerman, report to…"

The announcement went on a few times as Mikasa made her way to the First Lieutenant's office/living quarters. She would have guessed something like this might happen, but if she had to make her case in person rather than leave, that would be fine. Maybe they could find her a remote posting somewhere where she could do something useful but boring like watching a vast wall, away from any foreigners looking to get into her pants…which by now were nearly soaked through with arousal, as the sights and sounds she'd just observed replayed over and over, in sharper detail and higher volume each time.

As such, Mikasa wasn't quite surprised by what waited for her in Tifa's office. Though she had to admit, she was a bit impressed. Tifa was sitting behind her desk, acting as though she was just doing some light filing, while a few feet away a hulking black man sat naked in a chair, with Samus riding him fully naked. Even without the curve-hugging suit on, the woman was sex on legs, long lithe legs that propelled her up and down that massive black cock.

"That's it baby, pump those hips for me, just like that." Aside from just encouragement, there was a tone of command in Samus' tone, one that made it very clear who was in charge of this nasty, lewd fuck. Her full, fat ass cheeks clapped and bounced as she rode that dick, and her tits were large enough to completely smother the lucky young man's face as she wrapped her arms around his head, holding him close like a long-lost lover. Something about the way Samus' body moved, the undulating quality of her long, lithe limbs, the muscled way her stomach rippled even as that cock was long enough to tent her stomach out bottomed out in her pussy, it was all almost hypnotic to Mikasa. It was a strange combination of things-unlike the other cadets and women Mikasa had watched, Samus was clearly in charge, and clearly carried herself like a warrior.

Mikasa could only watch, spellbound, not sure which of the pair she found more attractive, but only knowing there was something about the two of them rutting together so hard the chair almost fell apart, that was driving her wild. Mikasa's fingers curled up in the hem of her skirt, unwittingly raising it a few inches. She was so enraptured she completely missed Tifa rising from her desk, revealing she was wearing nothing but a tight white tanktop and no bottoms, hot white jizz leaking down her legs, as Tifa maneuvered around Mikasa and locked the door behind her.

Tifa walked around back to her desk, where a second black man was sitting, wearing a white tank-top and no pants as Tifa began to jerk his dick off. It already looked thirty-five centimeters long, and it was completely soft. Before Mikasa's eyes it got harder and harder, and she couldn't help but appreciate the way Tifa used her entire body to jerk that dick, grinding her waist against the big man, whispering lewd words into his ear, making sure to pump her hands up and down that cock so hard it made her tits shake and bounce, her nipples clearly hard through her own thin shirt.

Wham Wham! Wham!

With a final slam of her hips and the legs of the chair creaking, Samus stopped riding the man underneath, who let out an embarrassing, full-throated moan, mumbling about how good that "tight white pussy" felt.

"Nice warmup, big guy." Samus said, with the air of someone who'd just finished a vigorous round of exercise and not been fucking her own dripping pussy onto a cock as big as her forearm.

"But now the guest of honor is here." Samus stood up easily, lifting one long leg over the chair and letting it hang there for a second, toes nearly touching the ceiling as her ass flexed, the muscles of her glutes on perfect display and looking like she could crack a baseball bat in half between those two mountains of fat, firm, toned white booty.

"Look, Mikasa I get you have concerns, but trust me, you'll learn to love this, just like I did." Tifa said, as she and Samus approached Mikasa. With one hand each they gently pushed down on her shoulders, and Mikasa thought about resisting, just for a moment. Then she saw the pair of those huge black cocks, wobbling in the air under their own massive weight, as well as the stench of sex and sweat hitting her in the face like a warm washcloth over her noses.

Thump!

She sank to her knees heavily, her ankles pointed in opposite directions as Mikasa looked up at the two hulking men, while Samus and Tifa hovered close behind her like lewd guardian angels. Samus and Tifa reached out and jerked those dicks, letting every bit of sensation just wash over Mikasa-the way those dicks looked, the sound of Tifa and Samus wanking them off with passionate, almost aggressive energy, the smell of both women's pussies on those dicks wafting into Mikasa's nostrils and open mouth as her jaw slowly dropped.

"That's right, trainee, nice and wide. Why don't you give these dicks a nice big kiss? After all, they've been waiting just for you." Samus said, her sickly sweet words in marked contrast to her normally icy, stoic demeanor.

"Yes, and just give me your hand here, and let me show you-yes! Just like that, good girl Mikasa!" Tifa said, using her first name for maybe the first time since Mikasa had joined her squad. Tifa placed Mikasa's hands on one of those fat dicks, which she now realized was closer to forty-five centimeters harder than anything she'd felt before, yet soft at the same time and very very warm. Mikasa began to stroke it, slowly at first and then faster as she reached up to the other dick without having to be told, slowly planting a big, wet kiss on it. Her eyes looked up at the two men, full of emotion as she switched to the other dick, kissing the throbbing tip and letting the taste coat her tongue.

"Am I…doing a good job?" She asked, completely vulnerable in that moment and craving praise and further encouragement.

"Oh yes you're doing a great job, Mikasa." Samus said.

"Fuck yeah she is! Open that pretty little mouth up girl," One of the men said, and Mikasa eagerly obliged, following Tifa's whispered instructions to stick her tongue out. Soon Mikasa was wrapping her lips around each of those fat dicks in turn, letting them slide deeper and deeper down her throat. She went back and forth, spilling drool onto those hard shafts that she then worked in with her fast, agile hands, getting those cocks nice and wet. Mikasa surprised herself at how natural this all came to her, opening her mouth nice and wide for those cocks to slide deep into her mouth, hollowing her cheeks out so she could better suck them with her wet, full lips, even going so far as to take the cock she was jerking off and rub it on her face, giving her forehead a few nasty, hard smacks with that dick.

"Glggh, gluuug, gllllcchkkk!" Mikasa gagged on those huge black cocks, her nose and eyes watering, but it just made her eager to try again, to swallow more each time. Tifa had figured Mikasa was never one to back down from a real challenge, it was just a matter of getting her there. Slowly, Tifa pulled Mikasa's head back, letting the dick she was sucking fall out of her lips with a loud, clear pop!

"Ok, baby, now they're gonna show you what being a black man's comfort woman is all about."

Mikasa was a little slow to understand what that meant, feeling a warm, enjoyable kind of fog spreading over her head. The two men were crowding her now, forceful but strangely gentle. They lifted her up easily, and along with Samus and Tifa the four were able to strip Mikasa of all her clothes in a matter of seconds.

"Ha this little trainee is soaking wet! Guess she didn't need as much encouragement as we thought, eh?" Samus said, tugging Mikasa's panties off and crudely rubbing two fingers along the cadet's puffy, moist pussy lips.

"Ah…ooh, these dicks are so big, they tasted so good in my mouth! But…what now?" Mikasa said, even as the men held them like she weighed nothing at all.

Smack!

Tifa spanked Mikasa's ass, watching it jiggle and shake while Samus openly groped her titties. "Looks like you were made for black dick, huh? You were hiding quite a sexy little body in your uniform, Mikasa. And now, you're gonna live up to the job of only the best comfort women in the military-any whore can spread her legs for a quick pump and dump, but a real servant of Japan can handle the biggest, fattest cocks…and more than one at a time!"

Miaksa realized what was happening and she knew she should be nervous, apprehensive, even scared. But she wasn't, she was a soldier of Japan, and she was going to do her job, even if it meant-

"Ooo-wahhh~ Oh fuck, fuck, fuck me!" She shouted, screaming her head off as the two men holding her by the waist suddenly pulled her down with irresistible force, their fingers making little divots in Mikasa's trim stomach even as both of those fat black cocks blasted into her body, one spreading her pussy with audible wet stretching sounds, sinking into her formerly virgin twat with a loud schlorp like a tree sinking into a bog, and the other forcing Mikasa's tiny pink rosebud open hard enough to make her toes curl.

Wham! Wham! Wham!

No strangers to fucking a slut two at a time, the two black men quickly found a rhythm, bouncing and lifting Mikasa up and down on their enormous, veiny, ebony shafts. At first they simply tunneled those cocks up into Mikasa's body, making her feel like they were rearranging her insides as she was stretched in an almost painful yet undeniably enjoyable way, her legs kicking in the air as her cervix was forced open, and the man in front of her was soon bouncing his heavy, spongy cocktip off the back of her womb, stretching it to wrap around his monster black dick like a living condom. The dick in her ass felt like it was going to break Mikasa's mind even as her body was contorted, pressed between the two tall, muscle-bound men, feeling her nipples brush against the man in front of her's hairy chest while her ass bounced up and down in the lap of the man behind her.

"So….deep, I'm, I'm gonna fucking come!!" Mikasa shouted, feeling a sense of finality overcome her as both of those cocks hilted themselves balls-deep inside her at the same time. Her legs were bent back, knees next to her ears as her ankles twitched, toes stiff and her entire body shaking like she was having a seizure. The sheer knowledge that she was coming from having two cocks in her at the same time, something Mikasa had never thought would happen ever in her life, and certainly not with foreign black men whose names she didn't even know, ripped through Mikasa's entire core. This knowledge, which would have shamed her before, only made Mikasa more turned on, prolonging her orgasm as she moaned and yelled, surprisingly loud and aggressive for someone Tifa knew to usually be reserved.

"Not bad. If only all Japanese women were this strong." Samus said, her arms crossed and unintentionally (or not, it was hard to tell with the icy woman) pushing her already large tits up until they nearly hit her chin. Tifa was a little more worried-she was glad Mikasa was taking so well to her new role, but there was always a chance Mikasa might overdo it and get injured. Then again, that was why they had a nurse.

The men quickly picked up the pace once they'd bottomed out in Mikasa's tight fuckholes, bouncing her body back and forth between their muscular forms. Her head wobbled loosely on her neck, as though she might get whiplash at any moment, as she clearly had several more powerful, soul-searing orgasms, her body given no choice but to submit to the massive, pistoning, slam-fucking cocks. Her hands reached out loosely to the men around her, stroking at their faces, their muscular arms, their flexing pecs. The man in front of her pulled at Mikasa's hair, pressing their faces together as they kissed in a lewd, sloppy, interracial embrace. Mikasa moaned throughout the entire wet, spit-swapping makeout session, hollowing her cheeks out to suck on that wide thick tongue like it was a dick.

"Mmm-mwah!" Mikasa's cheeks were flushed a deep red as the kiss broke, only to be pulled into another sordid kiss by the man behind her. She was being groped and fondled all over, as the men's fat, hard cocks were strong enough to keep her aloft simply by fucking their way up inot her most vulnerable, untouched places. Mikasa felt like the dicks were nearly rubbing against each other inside of her, feeling a paper thin difference between them. It was all too much for her, and as those cocks bottomed out inside her again, she could feel something brewing, from the way those cocks stiffened, almost seeming to grow a little more, the way the men's balls were pulled up tight in their groins, ready to unload deep inside her.

Spllrt! Spllrt! Spllrcchhh!

With twin jets that sounded like high-pressure hoses, the men bottomed out inside Mikasa again, filling her up with a nasty double creampie. The sudden harsh jets of jizz made her stomach swell up, distorting her formerly trim midsection and making her look pregnant already.

I'm being filled up like a balloon by these cocks…there's so much hot, sticky cum inside me! It's not a safe day for me either, I'm probably going to be pregnant, pregnant with a nasty black man's bastard! They're going to fuck me till I can't take it anymore, and then they'll just keep fucking me, and even if they finish there's an entire barracks full of black men! I'll take them all on, show everyone I'm the strongest cadet here, I'll suck their cocks all the way down my throat, let them use my ass and pussy two, three at a time if they want…just so long as they keep fucking me this hard, this deep and making me feel this fucking good!

It was all too much for Mikasa, who descended into babbling as she came again and again, her body twitching as the black men pumped her full of enough hyper virile sperm to leave her looking nine months pregnant.

"Iku, Iku, Ikkuuuuuu!!" Mikasa shouted, forgetting her English lessons, or the right way to address a civilian, or anything except how to spread her fuckholes and be taken over and over again. She had accepted her place as a comfort woman, and she would happily live the rest of her life like this.

Eventually, after the men's own titanic orgasms had passed, they pulled out of Mikasa's holes, letting her fall heavily to the floor. They might have been a bit more careful with them, but Samus and Tifa weren't in the mood to wait. Soon the blonde and the brunette were fucking those dicks for all they were worth, promising to make the men forget all about little Mikasa, spirited sex kitten that she was. It paid to have experience, or in the case of Samus and Tifa, lewd, curvy, sex on legs bimbo bodies.

"Ooh, you want to fuck my tits again, huh big boy? Well, I can't blame you…just make sure to blow a nice fat load over them this time." Samus said, crouching low in a lewd stripper squat to let her tits get fucked. She squeezed her fat breasts together with her forearms, letting out little noises of impact as her tits smacked into the man's pelvis. As that cock drew closer to her face, she stuck her long, agile tongue out, sliding into the man's foreskin and making him groan as she practically slurped the smegma right out of his dick, her face flushed as she committed such a lewd, obscene act.

"Ah, that's it you bastard, really pull my hair! Put your back into it, that's right!" Tifa shouted, encouraging the man plowing her ass to go even faster, his hips crashing into her soft, velvety booty over and over again. Tifa was no stranger to anal sex, but even she had been impressed with how easily Mikasa had taken this monster up her ass, feeling it stretch her out and making her entire body shake as he rammed into her. If anything, he was fucking her harder now than before, after having been worked into a frenzy by Mikasa and her tight, lithe little Japanese teenage fuckdoll body

Wham! Wham! Wham!

Nearly an hour later, and with fresh creampies leaking out of Tifa's ass and dripping down Samus' massive tits, Mikasa had returned to some sense of normalcy-her new normal, at any rate. Mikasa was lying on Tifa's bed, her arms wrapped around this hung brute's neck (his name was Brandon, but as soon as Mikasa had heard that, it had been just as quickly fucked out of her mind) as her legs kicked in the air, getting fucked in a brutal mating press position. She could feel her pussy stretching farther than before, juices trickling down her thighs as she was gaped like a woman about to give birth, her cervix smashed open so wide that it might never close again-not that Mikasa would care.

"Ooh, that's right you stud, fuck her good and raw, just like that! There's no pussy like tight little Japanese pussy, huh?" Tifa said, draping herself over the man's back, rubbing his shoulders and occasionally grabbing his hips to help him pump that much faster into Mikasa's battered and bruised little pussy. Nearby, Samus was being fucked in a rough standing doggy fuck against the wall, encouraging the man slaming her twat to press her face against the wall and really give it to her hard. The room was filled with the sounds of lurid sex, moans and gasps of pleasure and making it clear that only hard fucking and focused, frenzied mating was going on. As far as Tifa and Samus were concerned, they'd done their jobs as trainers, and now they were enjoying their well-earned reward. Elsewhere on the base, the foreign military diplomats Tifa had mentioned earlier were getting a first-hand taste on how Japan's new laws were functioning. Ostensibly, they were going to report back as soon as possible to their own countries in order to suggest how to implement similar laws, but these particular women had been chosen for more than just their diplomatic skills.

Russia had sent two women-Selvaria Bles and Alisa Ilinichina Amiella, both of whom were allegedly concerned with low population growth in their home country, and how to deal with it. Really, Alisa was just there because few other military posts suited her, and Selvaria had requested the posting specifically as a reward for her years of hard service-despite being only four years older than Alisa, she had a much higher rank and a degree of status and respect afforded to her.

In a special guest quarters that had been set up for them and their fellow diplomats, the foreign diplomats were making sure they got the full Japanese free use experience, as it had been made clear the laws would apply to them while on base, something they had agreed to in advance. Like good Russian military women, they quickly proved their worth.

"More, you black bastard, more! I want to be limping for a week after zis, you motherfucker! Trakhni menya kak svin'yu!" Selvaria shouted, getting fucked laying on her front in a rough prone doggystyle fuck, her face mashe into the pillow by her fuck partner, who was working himself into a lather trying to keep up with the foul-mouthed woman. "Fuck me like a pig" she had said and though the man slamming into from above, his body pressing her's down into the mattress, didn't understand the exact words, he got the meaning.

Selvaria was normally everything the military could want-powerful, proud, and composed, willing to listen to orders and not afraid to give her life to the cause. At least, normally. But in her off hours, the woman had more extreme ideas about how to relax. Officially she was supposed to be a great cook, but in fact Selvaria could barely boil water without burning it, and had always sought out the biggest, strongest, most hung men to give her what she needed, hard rough sex that usually involved more than a few bumps and bruises.

"Da, da, da! Here, kiss me like an animal, you bastard!" Selvaria said, lifting her head up from the pillow and sticking her tongue out like a bitch in heat.

Cupping her head by the chin, her fuckbuddy kissed her deeply, roughly, with aggression and passion. Their tongues pushed against each other as though in competition, teeth nipping at lips and swapping spit back and forth like drunk teenagers. He smacked Selvaria's fat, pale snow-white ass as he fucked her, making the leggy woman squeal and shake like a beast in her heat, the strange white hue of her hair and the bright red to her eyes making her appear almost inhuman. She let out a guttural moan as he pulled back on her long hair, never feeling more engaged, more turned on than when she was dealing with a powerful opponent.

"Ah, holy fuck…Ty lomayesh' menya popolam!" It meant "you're breaking me in half" and that was exactly what Selvaria was feeling, more importantly, what she wanted to feel, for a long time.

Not far from her superior officer, Alisa hadn't even bothered with the pretense of being her to examine anything, or assess troop morale. Her own uniform made it very clear why she was here and what she wanted-unlike Selvaria's formal, ornate dress, Alisa had waltzed into the room with a beret worn jauntily on her head, all blonde swishing hair and icy blue eyes, almost impressive, except for the fact that her jacket was buttoned at the top and opened to reveal most of her cleavage as well as her bare stomach. She wore a red checkered skirt that was close in size to a washcloth than anything an officer should be wearing, and while her heels and stockings were somewhat formal, it was clear she had enjoyed picking out her outfit with all the glee of a stripper during a theme night.

"Oi, come on now, I heard you black fuckers were the best in the whole world, isn't that why this entire slant-eyed nation spread its legs for you? Don't disappoint me then big guy, I want to go back to Russia telling everyone what studs you are…and with a little bun in my oven, if you know what I mean." Alisa giggled, a ball of cheeky, almost unstable energy, squatting in front of a black man as he beat his hard dick on her cheeks and lips, blowing a childish raspberry as he did.

"Zat's right, use my face you big fucking bull. Show me you're a real chernyy d'yavol, yeah? Now, grab my hair and really-mmf, ph, GLLLCHHHK!"

Her partner didn't need to be told twice, knocking Alisa's hat off as he wound his hands in her short, straw-colored hair. That fat, purplish dicktip punched past her lips, hit the back of her throat and then kept going, making Alisa's eyes water as she choked on a fat black cock. A thick, obvious bell shaped bulge appeared in her slender neck, diving deeper and deeper with each thrust. She was clearly loving the rough treatment, and reached out to grasp her fuck buddy's muscled, firm asscheeks, trying to tug him deeper with every thrust.

All throughout the base, the sounds of women and men fucking and rutting like base animals could be heard. Most of the Japanese women were speaking in broken English, babbling away in their native tongue as well as trying to communicate to the black men, most of whom didn't speak a word of Japanese. Black men exulting in how tight, how agile, and how enthusiastic their Japanese fuck dolls were filled the room, as many of them were intent on trying as many different cadets as possible.

One woman, the final diplomat, proved to have as equally insatiable an appetite-at least. Her name was Esdeath, and she was from Germany, though rumors persisted that she wasn't originally from there and possibly had Japanese blood, with few even among the higher-ups of JSDF command knowing anything substantial about her, military records sealed. What was known was that she possessed arrogance and pride perhaps beyond anything the men and women on base had seen.

She was riding a man so hard the chair they were on was in danger of breaking, with Esdeath making deep, passionate eye contact with him, almost dangerous in its intensity. She reached out with one hand and gripped his chin, making sure he knew who was in command, even as she dropped her fat, pale booty in his lap. Her uniform was half on, with her hat firmly affixed to her head (earlier the man had almost knocked it off on accident and Esdeath had fixed him with a glare so frightening his cock nearly went soft).

"When I tell you to go faster, you fucking schnell, goddamnit. Do you understand me? If not, I could try another of you until I get to the best one. If it's not you, he'll find out soon enough. Now come on schwarze Bullen, treat my pussy like a china stop, go wild!" Esdeath implored the man in her pussy to really churn her up, and he was more than happy to comply. It wouldn't be until later that Esdeath would learn Selvaria currently had the attention of the biggest, thickest dick on base, and at that point there would be much shoving and name calling. Mostly about how Esdeath was a half-breed whore, and how Selvaria was a greedy cunt and barely human if rumors were to be believed.

In any event, Esdeath watched as the massive, nearly fifty centimeters long dick withdrew from Selvaria's dripping pussy, leaving her hyperventilating and barely focused. Esdeath just stared, regarding this monster cock with the same level of respect and interest she might give some unique weapon of great devastation. "Not bad…but this won't break me."

In a moment, Esdeath was on her back, hips hooked up as the broad-shouldered and barrel chested man smashed down into her, nearly twice as fast as the last guy. Her normally cold and icy voice was shot through with emotion, her blue hair shaking underneath like a silk curtain as she was rutted into during this rough, male dominated mating press position. All of Esdeath's physical strength was useless without leverage, and some of her more...esoteric skills were of no use in helping her now, not when her pussy was getting turned into so much pulp, her ovaries and womb blasted by powerful strokes that might have easily left Esdeath infertile…but if that was her destiny, so be it.

"Ah…black men truly are superior! I can feel your cock deep within my stomach! Don't stop you bastard, fucking rape a black baby into my perfect, superior bloodline womb! Shackle my life to yours! Zeig mir wie schwach ich bin!"

Esdeaths screams were high pitched, wracked with emotion and deeply insistent, the woman who believed in rule by the strong, clearly enjoying her time being weak. Before long, she was biting the sheets as she tossed her head to one side, her expression manic-clearly she was just as much of an animalistic beast as any of the black men, if not worse.

The Japanese women had been fucked into being stereotypes in a matter of hours, cumming their brains out and happily submitting to their new black owners. Many of them had already changed into their new uniforms, red skirts tied with red belts and matching headbands, over thin white button downs that showed everything underneath if they got so much as a little wet, or were even under bright lights. The Japanese women begged for cock in the most stereotypical ways they knew possible, with Chiba saying "Me rove you rong time" to three hung men, calling them her new Heavenly swords. Even the diplomats were little more than sex addicts, with only Samus Aran maintaining some sense of decorum, and that was only because, according to her, she had seen dicks a lot bigger, but she was cagey about the details.

Wearing her new uniform and with the headband looped around her neck for her partner to tug on when he felt she was going to slow, or simply to choke him, Mikasa was happily riding a thick, muscular black bull, her words spilling out in passionate, uncontrolled bursts.

"Hai! Just like that daddy, tug on my neck, choke me like a good comfort woman. I'll do anything you want~" Her slightly demure, slightly slutty demeanor was a far cry from how Mikasa had felt about this whole thing earlier, But even now, as she leaned down and licked at the chest hairs of this virile, strapping young man, one thing hadn't changed. She was serving her country, exactly as she wanted, being demure in the streets and an insatiable freak in bed. Still bouncing up and down on that dick, and speaking in a harsh croak she used what little voice she had left to beg for more.

"Watashi wa kitanai kuroi ondori no tame no yoi baishunpudesu!" She struggled to breathe properly, feeling like she was going to hyperventilate with all that dick wrecking her insides.

"Akachan o kudasai!" She was a good whore for black cocks, and she wanted them to breed her. This was the best day of Mikasa's young life, and she just knew that every day after would be even better.

"Please, you fucking stud, don't stop, fill me up, I want to be pregnant! Puh-pregnanto, Ninshin-chu!"

Samus and Tifa had clearly done their job properly, and impressed the other dignitaries from Russia and Germany. Their superiors would be impressed, and more importantly, reward the pair with any assignments they wanted, including dealing with some of the "special cases"-black men deemed too fertile, too dangerous, too powerful to simply be let loose on the normal citizenry of Japan. Now the two women had earned their chance and they couldn't be happier.