“…wet me go…”

He ran his hand down her cheek and neck, stroking her collar bone before sliding it over her soft breast. She gasped in unexpected arousal.

"You see, you're already responding," Colonel Todd said with a smirk, "your body is bred to serve."

Debra watched with glee as the knight's hand moved down to the soft, vulnerable flesh between the girl's legs. Ortega's whimpers grew louder, and she trembled visibly. The once-general was lost in the delicate, curved form of a female, her body betraying her mind with every touch.

"Pwease, no..." she whined, her voice high and pathetic. Colonel Todd leaned down, his crotch at her eye level. She saw the bulge in his pants and felt a strange yearning desire.

"Demotion suits you, doesn’t it, General?" He unbuckled his belt and pulled out his cock. It was a formidable size, and she had to admit it was somewhat...desirable. Her mind rebelled at the thought, but her body...her body was responding in ways she never knew it could.

"But before we get started, let's make it clear who's in charge here," Debra said, her eyes gleaming with malicious intent. "You will address me as Mistress or Lady Debra, and Colonel Todd as Master or Sir. And you, my dear, will be known as...slave or slut.” The words hit General Ortega like a slap in the face, but she could do nothing but nod, tears continuing to fall as she felt her identity being stripped away piece by piece.

Colonel Todd took his time, savoring the moment as he stepped closer to the trembling slave. "You know the drill, General," he said with a smug grin. "On all fours." Ortega felt a fresh wave of humiliation wash over her as she complied, placing her hands and knees on the cold stone floor. Her new naked breasts hung low, and she could feel the wetness between her legs increasing.

Master Todd grabbed a fistful of her hair, pulling her head back to expose her neck and forcing her to look up at him. "You're going to be a good little slut, aren't you?" His words were a mix of command and question, the power dynamics in the room as clear as the stark contrast between their genders. She nodded frantically, her voice failing her.

He stepped behind her, and she could feel his warm breath on her neck as he whispered, "You're going to take this like the bitch you are." He pushed her down so her forehead kissed the ground, her ass high in the air. The coldness of the stone floor sent a shiver down her spine, and she realized she was presenting herself for his use.

Colonel Todd's strong, firm grip held her hips steady as he positioned himself behind her. The anticipation was agonizing, the fear of the unknown melding with the sickening arousal that pulsed through her body. She felt the tip of his cock nudge against her wet entrance, and she whimpered, her body tensing.