You hesitate.

You bite your tongue, unsure what you would say if you spoke.

Would you beg him not to make you join? Doubtless he would order you down there and you would submissively obey or Khali would coax you with her whip. Then you would be just another emasculated serum girl rutting in debauched abandon before this gathered throng. You shudder.

Would you beg him to let you join? And would he let you? Would he pat you on the head like a lap dog and let you have your way? Or would he deny your desires and make them stronger as a result? Regardless of the outcome you would be falling pray to your serum girl urges.

You will not debase yourself before the crowd so you bite your tongue and shake your head.

You vow to yourself that one day it will be Pohst down there, a common slut getting brolled. The germ of this idea crystallises in your mind as your goal becomes clear. You will see Pohst ruked if it is the last thing you do.

You smile at the notion. Pohst the serum girl is on borrowed time. Every injustice she inflicts on you will be revisited twofold. If you are to be a **** then she will be your ****.

You got to the top of the cities underworld by being single minded and making sacrifices. You'll get your **** the same way. The goal is all that matters. It's going to get you through this. You will endure being a **** and even embrace your needs as a serum girl because sacrifices need to be made. To do otherwise will prevent you from meeting your goal. And the goal is all that matters. Pohst senses the sudden fire in you and the hardening of your defenses. "You think you can resist me?"

"I know I can't master, but that's not the point," you say.

Pohst shrugs and passes your leash to Khali, "arrange for Glija and Ritho to be sold. We have too many serum girls here as it is," he says. You ignore the implied threat that you too may be sold. "Take care of this one. Have her out on the floor brolling and dexing by tonite. Keep her on a short leash though. And don't go soft on her or I'll find a new lash mistress and you'll be out there with her."

He wanders off. You turn and look Khali in the eye. You look up at her. "It's a pity you know," she says, "I'm going to miss you. You were such a virile man," she says wistfully.

"I still have much to offer," you say, trying to sort out how to play this situation.

"You?" she asks almost dismissively, her face setting into a familiar expression, the unyielding mask of a lash mistress. You had never thought it might ever be directed at you and it is quite imposing.

She pushes forward at your loin cloth with the pommel of her lash. The black bulbous end slips beneath the cloth and over your skin. She slides it back and forth and the ridges on the grip make you gasp and stand up on your tip toes. You want to resist. You should resist. But you know you can't.

"You're little more than an amusement now. The man I knew is already gone. Look at you. A wanton slut. You've already yielded to and brolled your worst enemy. Visp never would have done that. He'd have died first," she changes the angle of the pommel so it aligns with your sex. With one thrust it could be inside you. It feels nice nestled there. But you also feel afraid. You widen you stance and feel your juices coating the black bulb. Instinctively you lower yourself a little and feel it nudge past your nether lips. Khali smiles knowingly, smugly. "You've brolled your enemy then watched without outrage or outcry as your two most loyal followers were **** to perform degrading sexual acts before you. I saw you. You wanted to join them."

"And if I did, what of it?" You ask as you lower yourself purposefully onto her pommel. You keep your eyes on hers and smile with no small pleasure as the end fills you up. You clamp fiercely onto the leather handle with new muscles. She frowns then pulls it down struggling against your grip, almost unbalancing. You wink and then relax. The ridged end slips pleasurably out of you. Your warm juices flow down your thighs and you stifle an erotic shudder.

Khali scowls and gives you a lash across your thighs. It's not hard but it's enough to let you know who's boss. You already know so you take it.

"I've seen you work Khali, I know you. You can make me beg for sex, brol a man... but I know your moves and I'm ready for them. I'm a ****. I'll submit to you. I will enjoy having sex with women or men. That's what I am now. I'm not going to resist it. I know I can't. And I'll not give that bastard the pleasure of watching me try..." you whisper. "So lets get on with it."

"You're still a take charge bastard," she says with a chuckle.

"Me? No, I'm a submissive little bitch. So get on with your job mistress," you state.

Khali shakes her head and starts leading you away by your leash, taking a slow roundabout route as though to parade you like a piece of meet. You can't resist smiling as all eyes turn to look at you. Strangely you feel that have some sort of power over them all still, but it is nebulous and untested. You just need to figure a way to harness it.

As you walk you scan the room. You spot Vola. She is serving a man and appears to have filled out nicely since you last saw her. A **** tattoo sits upon her breast. She looks up and you can see the question in her eye. Clearly no one but you, and perhaps Khali, is aware of her importance. So far. Khali stops near the girl and talks to a man.