Defiled by the Soldier

“In the wild, the strong subjugate the weak. They take their food. They take their territory.”

I’ve lost control. I’m a commander, but my soldiers no longer respect me. It’s because of the new recruit…he’s making me weak.

I give him my food rations. I give him my money. Something about it feels right. When I look at his muscles, my eyes glaze over and rational thought becomes impossible.

He’s put me on a special diet—I’m becoming emaciated. This is the end of my military career. Everything I’ve built is slipping away.

I need to kneel before him. I need to spread my legs and accept my place in the male hierarchy.