Transcript Start<br /><br />"So this is the one? That general leading the nameless rabble rallying under the banner of the princess?"<br /><br />"Well...former general of the resist-"<br /><br />"I don't need you to spout the obvious....I can see that much with my own eyes."<br /><br />"Yes sir, I assume you'll want to know how-"<br /><br />"No need...I've seen enough to know what this thing does to people....it's super dirty isn't it? Robbing your opponents of the strength and will to fight...their very identity even...well done~"<br /><br />The young woman lying half awake in the back of the crude wooden cage shows no response to the men in front of her as the small one with a wide straw hat turned to take his leave, dazed cyan blue eyes &nbsp;drained of will staring blankly out at the world focused on the sparkling sheen of the iron chains that kept her locked down, the long locks of flayed brown hair that framed her delicate features stained a foul smelling liquid, with the crumpled cloth of &nbsp;her kimono lying damp in a pool of water showing signs of her captors rush to cover up the evidence of what had transpired here.<br /><br />Although the men had missed the less than inconspicuous dog bowl filled with wet slop and even more of the fishy liquid, lying by her the woman's curvaceous legs, wrapped tight in equally damp stockings that shone in the morning light, her creamy skin showing through the translucent layer. dainty toes unmoving.<br /><br />And yet, despite the rough accomodations, the graeful woman, lying in a pool of rainwater and other unmentionables, retained an air of nobility about her captivating form made even more mystical with the addition of the fluffy pair of ears that sat atop her head in place of human ones as a lifeless tale lies hidden just behind her, no doubt what had led to her incarceration at the hands of the strange men and women sporting armor and weapons of foreign make.<br /><br />If someone were to tell you that the crestfallen maiden lying in the cage had been the former General of the resistance, it might've been a tad too much to believe. But look closer, and you would be able to see resemblances here and there; from the white highlights in her hair that hadn't been muddied by her treatment to the kimono that barely clung to her shapely body, sporting the same color scheme of the armor and clothes worn by the famed Gorou.<br /><br />But the general was a man, with a lithe body that pulsed with muscle and strength, boasting reflexes and intellect far beyond that of any ordinary individual that had no doubt made him the man chosen to lead the resistance forces. Instead, the woman in the cage looked like she couldn't even lift a sword, much less a bow, her plump slender body a product of dieting and light exercise meant to keep her body in optimal condition for bagging men on the streets, and not because of mastering archery and the backbreaking work involved when helping complete strangers.<br /><br />Not a shred of General Gorou remained in the ditzy mind that still struggled to comprehend what she was doing here, her memories a haze as she tried but failed to recognize the faces and armour of the men she had fought just hours ago, the scenes of battle a fleeting memory, her broken mind unable to comprehend her lost agility and strength as the memory turns to black once a lucky bolt of purple lightning finds its mark on her face, finding herself on the sticky floor of a thundering beachfront as shady figures approached her before finally losing conciousness.<br /><br />After that, she was here, awakening to find herself in the midst of so many men, remembering the fury, the rage that filled her as the men took to pleasuring themselves, thrusting their throbbing members into her soft face, stuffed them into her newly formed snatch and open mouth, feeling dirty, enraged and frightened all at once as they made pumped their frustrations into her.<br /><br />Unable to fight back with how weak and strange her soft new form was, she remembered the gloved hand that had reached around her before tearing something away...something dear to her...something she could no longer remember.<br /><br />As if on reflex, the woman raises a slender hand, reaching behind the nape of her smooth neck, brushing aside long locks of hair to find...nothing, her brow lifted in a slight sign of confusion and worry, feeling a deep hole forming in her bosomwith the realization that she had lost something important to her, but she just couldn't remember what it was that held that much importance that she felt like her heart was going to explode. Maybe this was all just a fabrication? Maybe it was just her drug addled mind playing tricks? But no matter what she tried to think of to deny reality, the panic just kept growing, her breaths beginning to grow heavy and labored with the memories of who she had been growing clearer with each breath.<br /><br />Sensing her distress, something clicks in the back of her head, bringing with it a calming sensation as her brows settle back into a lax expression, a vapid smile on her face as her worries fade away along with the incessant memories that bothered her, a pink hue sparking to life behind her dull eyes, reaching for the iron chains that bound her as she gives it a gentle shake, ringing the bell tied on to the end of it and alerting the tall slender man dressed in a fine coat, turning his masked face to her as he leans his rifle against the wall, walking over silently once he sees the thirsty look in the prisoners eyes.<br /><br />Doing like her masters had taught her to, Hina lifts her tantalizing legs in an erotic display, pushing up her hefty milk-filled teats with a suggestive hand, signalling that she was 'hungry' and ready for her next meal, an expectant smile on her delicate face as she eyed the massive tent in her masters pants.<br /><br />But with how wet her loins were as the fluids emanating from the wet snatch between her plump thighs soiled the hem of her kimono, the Fatui skirmisher needed no clearer sign as a hand drifts down below to the buttoned up pants, letting his erect member tumble loose much to the delight of Hina, a fond nickname they had given the former general after many of their number had grown to adore the writer behind a column in the local magazine, never realizing that Ms Hina and the woman now lovingly taking a cock down her warm throat were one and the same...<br /><br />And once she had her fill, there would only be one Hina left to pleasure whoever had need for her services, nothing more than the Fatui's lovely slave that had no love for a past life she could no longer remember...<br /><br />Transcript End<br /><br />A short cap for today, still working on comms and the Otherside event in the meantime while i pump smaller caps and stories out.<br /><br />Image by bkyuuc :&nbsp;<a class="external" href="https://www.deviantart.com/users/outgoing?https://www.pixiv.net/en/users/21273664">www.pixiv.net/en/users/2127366&hellip;</a>