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Chapter 3 by Abdulalahazred Abdulalahazred

“No...”

“No?” The knight asks.

“I’m afraid you don’t fully understand your new position... Tracy.” The knight growls. He presses a hand to the sensitive skin above her new breasts where a fresh **** tattoo now rests. “You’re not a knight. Not a man. You’re a first generation ****... sold by your father to pay his debts. That **** Mark means you cannot ever be free.”

The young **** gasped in exquisite pain at the rough handling of her tattooed skin. Strangely the pain made her nipples harden and loins tingle. She was getting aroused from her pain? It must be the **** bane, or perhaps the genetics of her new body. She whimpered in fear as he took a collar and confidently tightened it about her neck then took one wrist then the other and secured them in leather bonds which he hitched to her neck collar. Her eyes widened in shock at how easily she had been bound, how readily she accepted his authority, how acutely excited this all made her. He pushed her face down onto the bed. She was naked but for her bonds. Face pressed into the sheets. “Up on your knees, ass high,” he instructed her. She had to semi crawl clumsily on her elbows and knees to a kneeling position as instructed. She was scared, confused but unable to disobey. It felt strange to be so ****. Her small breasts hung oddly from her chest, small erect nipples pressing into the covers.

Next he took out a leather bundle and rolled it out beside her on the bed. She twisted her head to see what it was. “Paint brushes...” he explained. “You see, when you disobey the worst thing your master can do is either deny you release from your urges...” he grinned and took out a brush which he feathered along the sensitive skin of her flank. Her face paled and her nostrils flared in shock at how erotic the brush felt on her skin. Between her legs she felt a strange swelling of her sex. A heat and moistness that extended up into her. Her slimly curved hips swayed side to side as she realised she could not touch herself. It was maddening. The brush feathered down to her navel, her lower belly then slowed.

“No?” He asked.

“Please...” she asked without any of her former resistance.

“No. You will learn your place...”

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