"Free me from my bonds?"

She licked her lips feeling uncertain. In this body Calob no longer felt his equal and was negotiating from a point of weakness. Bound. Small. Female. A slavegirl. Weak. Her body quivering with fear and lust. She wanted to argue but ... Her instincts told her to accept his offer. Slavegirl instincts. **** induced compliance. She fought against it, looked up at Roselle. Her master and owner. Sobering thought. "I want my body... Back. Please?" She hoped that Roselle wanted her own body back too. "I'll take you with me. You can't fly the ship. So we swap back. Deal." She didn't know what she'd do if he said no. She'd enslaved Roselle. Roselle would want payback. Especially in that body. To master her. She bit her lip and tried to hide from the seductiveness of that thought. "And no sex." She blurted.

"No sex unless you want it." Roselle leered, licking his lips with his tongue. He took his time to extend the pink, fleshy thing out of his mouth, moistening his lips, making sure she caught every detail of motion. "Deal."

Calob nodded in thanks, feeling a twinge of regret that she would not be getting sex unless she wanted it. Being taken... She shook her head. "Deal," she agreed, wondering if she would be able to hold off her new urges. Roselle had failed... But if she asked he might not. Perhaps she should give in now to ... No. She was a man, no matter that she wore a newly enslaved female body.

She watched his tongue, intrigued by the possibilities, conscious of her nudity, her female flesh on display, her arms still bound above her head. It was erotic. She'd never felt like a sex object before and being objectified was naughty... Titilating. "No sex,"she reiterated huskily, her word sat odds with her bodies needs. Damn the **** was so strong.

Roselle seemed to take his masculinity - as a matter of course. Like he had been born to it. He certainly seemed more than masculine enough. He was definately in control. Who was Roselle to have nanites in his body? Clearly something more than a mere noblewoman. Perhaps a woman visiting. Or a man? She took to a male body too readily. Calob pulled against her bonds, her lithe body tensing, her breathing quickening as she pulled with all her meagre might. She was not able to budge. Her body glistened with sweat as her breasts rose and fell with her panting. Being helpless played into her new bodies sexual inclinations. Damn why was she getting excited by being so helpless?

She rolled her eyes. She couldn't even pleasure herself. It was demeaning. But her arousal only grew.she looked about the dingy little room, a room that seemed so much larger now. Where she was the one tied to the bed for the pleasure of the resident. She sighed, wondering at the new smells, the way things looked and sounded different. Her senses in this body were different. Her stomach rumbled. Eating... And that would lead to going to the toilet. That was not something she wanted. She looked down at the tattoo. So different.

...

Returning from outside the door, Roselle reappeared with a loaf of bread and a bowl of stew. Breaking off a small slice of bread, he ladled some stew into the bread on his palm and extended it towards Calob. "Come on, then, girl, time to eat."

This was undignified, like she was a pet, some mans lapdog. But she was hungry and ate from his fingers with relish. It was... Nice. She felt a sense of gratitude at her masters benevolence. He wasn't so bad. Kind. Handsome. Such an imposingly handsome body just right to... Her sex burned as she thought of being his bitch. She bit her lip and took another bite of the prof erred food. "We leave this planet together."

Roselle took his time, slowly feeding Calob morsel after morsel out of his palm until she was full. His eyes lit up and his grin widened each time he brought the food to Calob's lips and she lapped it up from his hands. When he was done, he wiped her lips with a rag. He unbuckled the strip of leather around his waist and wound it twice, three times around the svelte neck of Calob, slightly loose so it would rattle around her neck. A single twist of silver wire completed the makeshift collar.

"Time to finish the tattoo." Wrapping one meaty hand around Calob's legs, he hoisted her so she was sitting on her shoulder, and marched back to the tattoo shop.

It was a short walk, but Roselle was a tall man, and it felt as if Calob was being put on display, elevated so all could get a look at her naked body, bound by chains, wet between the legs, generous breasts bouncing...and an obvious **** collar around her neck. Men and women alike paused at the sight of the **** girl being displayed so prominently, as if a prize, the warrior claiming the noblewoman as ****.

Being carried, naked, on display was exciting. She pressed her legs together to hid her arousal but she could feel the eyes on her, saw them looking in amusement. Her mound and lips and clitoris. Her female parts... It was unfair. Her soft curves felt good against Roselles body. As long as she didn't ask he wouldn't take her. But she could ask. No she couldn't. Her heart beat as her thoughts bounced from one **** to the other.

"Finish the tattoo," Roselle announced as he re-entered the tattoo parlour and set Calob back on the platform, foisted from his shoulder and put in the tattoo seat, legs wide, her face going red at her obvious arousal so openly on display. Wet and hot. That was her sex.