She takes you to her village

Tracy seems to enjoy playing with you. “You know it’s a pity I had to Ruk you. You weren’t that bad looking as men go and the village needs a new sire,” She withdraws her fingers and searches through your former gear at your feet. She notices the passion nectar and her brow rises as she unstoppers it and sniffs. Then without pause she grabs you by the throat and pushes it to your lips forcing you to drink it. Surprised you swallow and then feel the warmth in your belly quickly spread, becoming more aroused. She finds a collar and leash amongst your gear and quickly collars you. Then she gathers the rest of your gear and leads you away on the leash through the forest.

It is painful on your soft girlish feet but Tracy does not slow. You enter a small clearing where a scared serum girl huddles. The girl you’d been hunting. Had you been ambushed?

Tracy uses your other collar and leashes her to your collar then leads her two slaves away. You come to an animal trail and follow it deeper into the forest, deeper than you’d ever ventured. You walk for hours, struggling against your arousal, the pain in your feet, the ache in your shoulders from being manacled.

It doesn’t matter. Your loins burn, coating your inner thighs with your juices and your nipples burn. You yearn to play with your swollen and heated sex but your bonds prevent you. Being bound amplifies your arousal. You struggle to get your mind around your drastically altered form and urges. You find yourself crying. Like a girl.

Tracy smiled grimly at your turmoil. Then you entered a clearing. The village. You pass huts where forest girls work. Fletching arrows. Building. Preparing food. Talking as they toil. They look up as you pass. “Ho Tracy. Did you catch two serum girls?”

“Caught one and Ruked her slaver.” She points at the other serum girl then you. The frosty look from the other forest girl makes you hornier.

“Passion nectar?” The other forest girl guesses.

“Yes. I’ll put them with the breeders...” She tugs you on.