Defeated Captain

You approach the city gates on foot, tired and hungry. You are Vince, captain of the cities forces. Well you were. You and all your men were ambushed, captured and Ruked by the neighbouring city state. You are returning to your city, shamed, transformed into a serum girl. A fate worse than ****.

As you approach the city gates, you see a group of soldiers guarding them, their spears at the ready. They look at you with suspicion, but they only see a girl, weak, defenceless and dressed in rags. Hardly a threat but perhaps a vagabond or escaped ****. You try to ignore their stares and keep walking, but one of the soldiers steps forward and blocks your path. "What business do you have here, ****?" he demands, his hand resting on the hilt of his spear. You can feel the weight of his gaze on you, and you know that he is sizing you up, trying to determine whether you are worth saving or not.

You recognise the man as Droj, a former subordinate,"I am… I was Captain Vince. The patrol was ambushed. We were all captured and ruked. I have been released to parlay terms for the others… I need an audience with Lord Brex."

The soldier eyes you skeptically, but after a moment of hesitation, he nods and steps aside to let you pass. You move into the town. You consider going to the lords castle but instead decide to go home and make yourself presentable.

As you walk through the streets, you notice that people are staring at you with curiosity and disgust. You realize that they must have heard about your transformation and are judging you based on their own preconceptions and prejudices. You feel a pang of shame and embarrassment, but you know that you cannot let it get to you.

You remind yourself that you are no longer a soldier, but a **** now. You must learn to adapt to your new reality and find a way to survive in this world. As you walk through the town, you see vendors selling food and drink, and you decide to stop and purchase some sustenance.

You arrive home and let yourself in using a hidden key. Inside you remove the tattered shift you wear and start to wash the grime and sweat from body. As you do so you examine your new female body.

You notice that your chest has lost all tone and your hips have become decidedly curvaceous. Your breasts are large and round, and your waist has narrowed. You feel your new body, and you realize that it is not just a physical transformation, but a psychological one as well.

You feel much less confident and self-assured now that you are no longer a soldier, but a ****. You take a deep breath and continue to clean yourself, feeling the cool water soothe your skin. As you finish washing, you hear a knock at the door. You hesitate for a moment, unsure of who could be visiting you at this hour.

But after a moment of consideration, you decide to answer the door. As you open it, you see a group of rough-looking men standing outside. They look at you with a mix of curiosity and disdain, their eyes lingering on your new body. One steps forward and snarls, "Where is Vince, ****?"

You feel a shiver run down your spine as you realize that you are now in the presence of your former commanding officer. You try to remain composed, but your heart is pounding in your chest. You look at him with a mix of fear and dread, acutely conscious and ashamed of what you have become. A serum girl.

He smirks and takes a step closer, his hand resting on the hilt of his sword. You can feel the weight of his gaze on you, and you know that he is sizing you up, looking for any weakness he can exploit. You stand your ground, knowing that you are no longer a soldier, but a ****.

You must act accordingly. You take a deep breath and speak in a calm voice, "I am no longer under your command, sir. I am now a ****, and I must obey my new master." Your heart races as you watch his reaction, waiting for his response. He narrows his eyes at you, clearly not pleased with your answer.

"You dare to defy me?" he growls. You shake your head, "I am no longer under your command, sir. I am now a ****, and I must obey my new master." You can see the anger in his eyes as he considers your words, but he ultimately accepts your decision.

"Do you Brol ****?" He asks.

You nod your head, "Yes, sir. I am now a ****." You feel a knot form in your stomach as you hear the words leave your mouth. You are not sure what to expect, but you know that you must remain strong and obedient if you want to survive as a ****.

The group of men continues to stare at you, their eyes unblinking. You can feel their hostility radiating off of them, and you know that they will not hesitate to use **** if necessary. You steel yourself and stand tall, ready to face whatever comes next.

You realise you are standing naked in front of them.

As you stand there, naked and ****, the men exchange glances with each other. You can see the anger and disappointment in their eyes as they look at you. You feel a mix of shame and embarrassment, but you try to keep your composure. You take a step forward, hoping to show them that you are not afraid.

Your former superior scowls, steps into your house and closes the door. He grabs you by the shoulder and guides you into your bedroom, throwing you amongst the furs there. He starts to unbuckle his britches. "You said you Brol. Then let us Brol…"

As he unbuttons his britches, you feel a surge of fear and confusion. You know that this is not a normal situation, but you try to keep your composure as he pulls down his pants. You can see his erect penis glistening in the dim light of the room.

The men look at you warily, but they do not attack. You can feel their eyes on you, watching your every move. You realize that you must tread carefully if you want to survive as a ****. You take a deep breath and try to steady your nerves. "I am not afraid, sir," you say, trying to sound confident.

"Show me what a **** is good for! Suck your masters cock!"

As you speak those words, the men's eyes widen in shock and disgust. They immediately back away from you, clearly not used to the idea of being treated like objects for pleasure. You take a step forward, showing them that you are not afraid to follow orders. You can feel their eyes on you, watching your every move.

"Show me what a **** is good for! Suck your masters cock!"

You repeat the words, hoping to give them some reassurance that you are willing to please them. The men exchange nervous glances, clearly unsure of what to do. You can see that they are not used to being in this position, and they seem to be struggling to find their footing. You take a deep breath and try to remain calm. "Please, sirs."

"I am here to serve you, and I will do whatever it takes to please you." You can see the surprise in their eyes as they take in your words. They exchange a glance before one of them speaks up.

"Very well," he says, slowly approaching you. "We will let you serve us in a different way." You feel a surge of excitement and anticipation, wondering what he has in mind. As he approaches you, you can see that he is older than you, with a rugged look to his features.

He looks down at you with a smirk on his face, as if he has already decided what to do. "We're going to teach you a lesson, my dear," he says, his voice low and dangerous. "You will learn to be a true ****, obeying your masters without question. And you will do it well."

He reaches out and grabs your chin, forcing you to look at him. "You will be our little fucktoy, and you will know the true meaning of submission." You can feel the fear rising in your chest as you realize the gravity of the situation. You try to push the panic aside and focus on the task at hand. He turns you around and pushes you down onto the bed. You feel his cock slide along on your inner thigh to rest against your new pussy lips. Oddly you're getting aroused.

As the men **** you to lie on the bed, you feel a strange sensation spreading throughout your body. Your mind becomes clouded with lust and desire, and you can feel your body responding to their touch. You try to resist the urge to give in to the desire, but it's difficult to overcome the intense feeling of helplessness.

You are at their mercy, and there is no way out. The men begin to penetrate you with their cocks, their movements becoming more forceful as they work their way deeper into your body. You can feel yourself becoming more and more aroused as they continue to take control over your body.

The world around you fades away as you become lost in the sensations of pleasure and submission. As they continue to thrust into you, you can feel your body responding in ways you never thought possible. Your breath quickens as you struggle to maintain control, but it's no use. The men are too strong, and you are too aroused.