My two-hundred and seventh caption, featuring a military operative trying to avert defeat after a new weapon was deployed…
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The fate of the free world was hanging in the balance, and for the first time since the war began, it looked like we had finally lost our edge. When enemy forces had deployed their secret weapon, it had stopped the whole invasion in its tracks. It was no “ordinary” weapon, and unlike those commonly used in the past, it created no craters, fired no bullets, or resulted in any “traditional” casualties. They had developed something called the “X-bomb”, a tailor-made bio weapon designed to turn our invading force… into women. Whole platoons and battalions of expertly-trained and well-equipped men were reduced to helpless, horny women in a matter of minutes, making them… combat ineffective.
Some of us freshly-transformed women managed to keep our wits about us, even as our feminized comrades writhed around on the ground, playing with themselves or each other as their minds failed to form coherent thoughts. The sensations had been too much for their brains to process, making them act on their baser, primal urges. Although we few strong souls fought valiantly, the operation was ultimately a complete failure. Those of us that had survived with our minds intact were forced to retreat as the enemy began picking up our less-fortunate compatriots, turning them into POWs. Their moans of pleasure echoed through the battlefield, audible even as we escaped on a landing boat.
The “X-bomb” had been used as an area-of-denial weapon, turning the whole front into an impassable landscape that even MOPP gear couldn’t protect our soldiers from. Their own forces had somehow been innoculated to this weapon, effectively giving them free reign to move through this literal “no man’s land”. For months our greatest minds tried and failed to reverse-engineer this weapon, but ultimately they were unsuccessful in their efforts. In that time, the enemy had regained their strength, while we heard nothing from our comrades who had “fallen” in battle with the enemy. Not only was it a disgraceful situation, but it had caused our morale to plummet in the meantime.
Having no other options, our leaders decided on a new plan, one that could hopefully eliminate the enemy’s advantage and kick the invasion back into gear. Taking those of us that were left and already exposed to the weapon, we were given further training and the most advanced combat equipment money could buy. The new plan was simple: we’d be dropped back into enemy lines to the facility where it was suspected the X-bomb had been developed. Our job was to bypass the defenses, infiltrate the facility itself, then we’d steal all the information on the weapon we could find before exfil. Everything depended on us performing this mission perfectly, and we were determined to win.
Everything went beautifully at first. We slipped into the facility under the cover of a thunderstorm, finding the security was quite lighter than we had anticipated. We managed to make it all the way to their server room, breaking through their firewall and transferring all the information we needed back home. It seemed like a perfect operation at that moment, but that’s when all the alarms started blaring. Before we knew it, dozens of heavily-armed soldiers had appeared out of nowhere, taking us prisoner after a brief, but vicious firefight. Being the leader of this mission, I was dragged, gagged, in front of the base commander, who seemed rather pleased with himself. Despite our capture, I was still pleased that we accomplished our primary objectives. Our side finally had a chance, one that would validate the outcome of our mission. At least, that’s what I thought until the base commander began to explain the situation in more detail. Vivid detail.
“Darling… do you really think you’ve won? That you’ve ”saved” your fellow countrymen? You’re nothing more than a puppet in our grand design.” He began to gloat, walking over and grabbing me by the chin so I was forced to look into his eyes. “Those were not the real designs for the X-bomb, nor was that the antigen we issued to our men to counteract its effects. That ”antigen” is a time-delayed placebo, a small-scale version of the X-bomb. We planted it there in the system and leaked the intel on this facility deliberately to lure you into a trap. As we speak, your weak leaders are already generating this false antigen and issuing it to themselves and soon, your comrades. By the end of the week, your military will be nothing more than a series of beautiful holdouts, much like yourself. We’ll use your own people to breed our next generation of soldiers, and then we’ll finally hold domain over this whole world.”
I struggled against my binds, seeing the obvious truth in his words. We fell straight into this trap, dooming ourselves and our people.
“Luckily for me, I prefer the ones that I have to properly break in over the subservient parodies most of you have become…” He said with finality as he motioned for one of his guards to drag me towards his personal bed chambers, doomed to become one of his playthings. Though I told myself that I would fight to the bitter end, my womanhood said the opposite, becoming wet in anticipation…