[* 3rd Person POV *]
Tsuru had spoken. The matter, for now, sat firmly under her authority.
"Get her into a proper uniform"
The Vice Admiral ordered without looking away from Tsunade.
"Now. I will not have this continued distraction in my sector"
The three female officers moved at once.
They seized Tsunade by the arms again, grips firmer and more impatient than before, and hauled her out of the secondary command area.
They did not bother with any pretense of courtesy. Their boots struck the ground hard as they pulled her through the narrow gaps between supply crates and temporary tents, steering her toward a cluster of lower priority shelters set farther back from the main staging ground.
The tent they chose was small and clearly neglected. The canvas was stained, the interior already warm and close.
They shoved her through the flap and let it fall shut behind them. The single lantern inside cast harsh shadows across the cramped space.
The moment privacy was secured, the last traces of professional restraint disappeared.
"Get that disgusting thing off her"
The lead officer snapped.
They did not ask and they did not wait. Two of them grabbed the front of the shredded uniform and yanked in opposite directions with deliberate force.
The remaining vertical cuts tore open with sharp, successive rips. Fabric split down the center and along both sides.
They dragged the ruined garment off her shoulders, forcing her enormous breasts to spill free and bounce heavily with the motion.
The rest of the uniform was shoved down her thick thighs and past her ankles until she stood completely naked in the middle of the tent, the torn fabric discarded in a heap.
"Look at the size of her"
One officer muttered, voice thick with contempt.
"No wonder she thought she could walk into formation like that. She wanted every eye on her"
"Hold her"
One officer twisted Tsunade's arms behind her back and locked both wrists in a tight grip.
The other two began a slow, invasive inspection that had nothing to do with military procedure. Hands closed over her heavy breasts, lifting and squeezing the soft flesh hard enough to leave red impressions.
Thumbs dragged roughly across her nipples, pinching and rolling them until they stood stiff. When the nipples hardened under the abuse, the comments came immediately.
"Sensitive"
The second officer said flatly.
"Of course they are. She gets off on being handled like this"
They continued downward without pause.
Palms pressed over the curve of her stomach, then lower. They forced her thighs apart with their boots and knees.
Fingers slid between her legs, spreading her open and pressing directly against her pussy. The heat and wetness already present drew sharp, amused disgust.
"She's wet"
The lead officer announced.
"We haven't even started and she's dripping. Typical"
"Then make it worse for her"
They did.
The inspection turned openly punitive. One officer worked two fingers in firm, deliberate circles over her clit while the others continued groping her breasts and ass, spreading the cheeks and delivering sharp, open handed spanks that made the heavy flesh jiggle and redden.
They spoke over her and about her as if she were livestock being evaluated.
"Listen to how easy it is to get a reaction"
"She showed up in that uniform because she wanted exactly this"
"Keep rubbing. Let's see how long before she makes a mess on the floor"
Tsunade's body betrayed her.
Fresh slickness coated the fingers working between her legs. Her breathing grew heavier. The officers noticed every response and used it.
"Bend her over"
They forced her forward until her hands braced against a low wooden supply crate.
One officer kept her wrists pinned at the small of her back while the other two adjusted her stance, kicking her feet wider apart so her thick thighs spread and her ass and dripping pussy were fully presented.
The position left her completely exposed and unbalanced.
What followed was prolonged and deliberately nasty.
One officer resumed the manual stimulation from behind, rubbing her clit in short, firm strokes while occasionally sliding lower to press against her entrance without giving her the satisfaction of actual penetration.
Another delivered a steady series of hard spanks, alternating cheeks, counting them in a dry, contemptuous voice.
Each impact sent visible ripples through the soft flesh and forced her breasts to sway heavily beneath her.
The third officer moved in front, grabbed a handful of Tsunade's hair, and forced her head up so she could not hide her expression.
"Look at you"
The one behind her said.
"Vice Admiral's reject, bent over a crate, dripping on the tent floor while we decide how long to keep you like this"
"Her tits are swinging like they're trying to hit the ground"
"She's getting wetter every time we spank her. Disgusting"
They kept her in the position far longer than necessary. The spanking continued in irregular intervals so she could not predict the next strike.
Fingers returned to her clit whenever her hips tried to pull away, forcing the stimulation back onto her.
They spread her open repeatedly for each other to see, making detailed, insulting observations about how swollen and slick she had become.
When her thighs began to tremble, they only pressed her down harder against the crate and continued.
"She's close"
One noted.
"Don't let her finish cleanly. Keep her right on the edge"
They did exactly that alternating rough spanking, direct clit friction, and moments of complete stillness that left her straining until her legs shook and fresh wetness ran down her inner thighs.
Only then did they ease back, leaving her still bent over, still exposed, still visibly aroused and marked by their hands.
The lead officer finally stepped away, picked up a folded standard issue Marine uniform from a nearby crate, and threw it hard at Tsunade's face.
The fabric hit her and dropped to the ground at her feet.
"Dress yourself"
She said coldly.
"Properly. Every button. Every fastening. If we see another deliberate gap or another stunt like the one you pulled at the main assembly, we will drag you right back in here and start over from the beginning. Move"
The three officers stepped back, arms crossed, making no move to help or to offer privacy.
They simply watched as Tsunade naked, marked, still wet, still breathing hard reached for the uniform they had thrown at her.
The small tent remained closed.
The emergency outside continued.
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