“A good slavegirl is meant to keep sucking and swallow…”

“A good slavegirl?” Garrett repeated. She stared at her former body. She wanted to stare daggers but instead she felt… uncertain. It was the slave drug and the new body she wore. “In your dreams.” She muttered, biting her lip. She frowned. The salty taste in her mouth wasn’t that terrible really. And she felt the residual arousal Pria had experienced as she sucked Garrett’s former cock.

“Yeah. That’s you now. God, cumming as a man is great.” Pria said as he tried to sit up. “Come here girl…”

Garrett stared at him blankly. She felt strange urge to obey. “Get fucked,” she said simply as she turned and looked for a clean outfit.

She saw a pile of silken outfits that no doubt Lord Al used to spice up his encounters with his slavegirl. All were semi transparent and skimpy. But they were clean. Garrett picked up the one on top and held it up. There were vertical openings in both the top and bottom to allow easy… access. She put that aside and looked at the next. Even more scandalously revealing, even for slave garb.

“The red one is Lord Al’s favourite…” Pria said with a deep chuckle.