Chapter 3
by 
Abdulalahazred
“Who is to be my master?”
Your lieutenant...
“Pax, your Lieutenant...” she informed you as she played with your lips. You looked at Dahlia, suddenly recognising her. You should have been focused more on her face than her body. She had been in your command... she had been Pax. Disgraced. Rukked. Sold to another city. She grinned.
“I escaped. I came back here. I worked menial jobs, holding onto my masculinity and hate till I could afford the serum for you. Then I paid the pleasure house owner to play at being a soilat girl...” she grinned as she slipped a finger into you.