Talk to the room.

"None of you can trust that bastard Pohst," you say, looking about the room but really addressing Vola, "he'll sell anyone of you if he thinks he can. You should all stick with me. I can still run this place."

Laughter, catcalls and ridicule follows your comment. A man comes forward and rips your top off. Your breasts swing free in the warm air and your face reddens in spite of yourself. "Careful there Dawrt, you never know who'll be the boss of this place in the long run and who'll be a serum girl in the furs," you whisper with enough strength that he steps back. More laughter follows and someone throws a tankard of ale on you. Another man comes up and licks your breasts.

Calls of "I'll brol you and fill you with me hot seed!" "You won't be so talkative when you're sucking me wench!" "We'll give you **** honey and you'll have two whelps on those big tits!" "Some herbs of fullness will slow you down plenty!" "Mighty uppity for a serum girl" "See you in the furs love!" and "Who's a little princess!" filled the air.

Khali tugs her leash and takes you through the remainder of the pleasure house up to the training room.

Khali leads you from the busy pleasure house common room to a dark narrow corridor. Girls pass you on the way, smirking at your fate, pressing their nubile bodies close against yours as they pass, a few even stroking your breasts or pressing their thighs sensually into your groin. As you try to linger with one girl or return the attentions of another Khali pulls your leash to keep you moving. Being led like chattel is demeaning but it feels strangely right.

From the corridor you go upstairs to one of the many communal bunk rooms where the girls sleep. As you enter you remember how limited space was with two, sometimes three slaves sharing a cot. The cots were not large and whilst pleasure girls were generally small they were cramped. It was daytime and given the nocturnal nature of their trade most of the cots were still occupied by sleeping pairs or triplets of girls entwined in each others arms. They looked cute and vixenish at the same time. In the humid air they lay naked together in the gloom, covers only partly covering their splendid physiques. You eyed them enviously.

A few chests lay under cots or at their ends, and above the cots in netting hung the remainder of the girl's scant worldly possessions. Hammocks and clotheslines with flimsy costumes dangled between the cots.

"You'll be bunking with Yohsl and Vola," Khali states, leading you to a bunk smaller than most. She unclips your leash and motions you to your appointed cot. "You know how this works. You keep tips but the remainder of your earnings goes to Pohst's coffers. You have the late shift tonight and in the morning you will need to help in the kitchen, scrub the floors, do the laundry or any other menial tasks required. The afternoon is your own time... Sleep well my sweat," she leans forwards and gives you a kiss, her hand sliding up and down your body. You lean into her, looking up at her. She smiles, pats you on the head like a dog and then leaves you.

A lump in the bed moves and a cute little **** girl, slender and large breasted rises from the covers. Her large breasts swing free, the gold nipple studs that adorn them glinting in half light. Your heart skips a beat as you recognize the serum girl. Yohsl. She grins as she looks you up and down. "Visp?" she bites her lip and giggles, "you'll not be brolling me again," she notes, seeming pleased at your fate.

You colour at her comment. You can still vividly remember brolling Yohsl - the last girl you'd ever brol as a man. The memory of her smooth wet warmth enveloping your manhood makes you moist. It is most confusing. You cannot help but feel the conflicting emotions of lust and shame as your eye her splendid form. You want her still, but you are not sure how you would sate your desires now. Perhaps if she has a strap on, you wonder. "Dear overlords," you mutter looking away in shame.

Her smile broadens as she takes a full measure of you, noting your evident arousal. "You'd better get used to it," she advised, "I've met many girls here that I brolled as a man. It's embarrassing enough that they have a higher status in the pleasure house than us serum girls. I've been brolled by a number of them which was not unpleasant. But they're also vindictive," you nod. Most of the girls here you'd brolled on numerous occasions, treating little better than pieces of meat. No doubt they will return the favour in spades.

You swallow as your thoughts continue to their logical conclusion. In a pleasure house it was likely you'd have sex with most of the girls here again, but under drastically different circumstances. Most likely it would be at the behest of paying clients, clients who would enjoy watching you dex or brol with another **** girl. With your much reduced stature and the sexual needs of your new body the other girls would dominate you, emotionally, physically, sexually... You grew moister at the thought.

"You begin to understand your predicament. Now take off those clothes and get in," Yohsl says invitingly, lifting the covers to display her naked charms. Her sex is clean shaved and its lips are full and moist. No doubt she has been having similar carnal thoughts to you. You remember giving Khali the order to shave Yohsl and you appreciate the order even more now. In fact Yohsl is everything you wanted her to be, everything you desire... except now you lack the equipment to act upon your desires. It's very frustrating.

You snort at her request. All the girls sleep with no clothes on. You sigh and disrobe, take a wet rag and dry your beer wet breasts, climbing in with your former enemy, your back to her. "Strange times makes strange bed fellows," you observe as she places her arms snuggly about you and spoons you. She is a little taller than you and already she seems to be taking the dominant role. Again you snort.