May God help those who were stuck under his authority. It took less than a day for the realization that only an outside agency could fix this and, fur...her, that only I could get an outside agency involved, to percolate into my conscience.The Commodore had come to us, courtesy of the UN, from the UK's Ministry of Transportation and Shipping. While I had been struggling with getting armed ships ready to fight, he had been sent out here to manage the new base and the unarmed freighters we were. From the desk, he started looking at the menu options. On the menu that allowed him to select the type of character, he saw the word, "Advanced". He tried that option.He was presented with a menu that would allow him to design his own character, or one to interact with. He decided to design a fantasy woman to be his next partner.He was presented with a variety of body types, races, hair and eye colors, and almost any other option you would want when designing the characteristics of your fantasy. I knew from somewhere that voice, but I could not remember from where exactly."Just relax, Ma’am… You will enjoy this like you have never done…" Then he buried a couple fingers deep in my wet cunt and he started to steal the first loud moans from me. After making sure I was very well lubricated with my own fluids; he ained the head of his cock against my pussy lips.I had no time even to make a protest. In just two seconds I felt him entering my cunt in a brutal way; filling up my entire. When he was finished, she was lying motionless on the ground. He slapped her face to wake her up but she didn’t move. He checked for a pulse and realized she was dead. Strangely, upon this discovery he was not sad or disappointed, but rather his dick hardened again and he was completely turned on by the idea of fucking a corpse. Now he could do anything to her body and wouldn’t have to worry about hurting her. He tied her ankles to the ceiling and tied her arms to the walls so that she was.