… tells the truth

“She tricked me… I had her put the manacles on me… but she didn’t close them properly. She took the device. She took my body!” Garrett confessed as he started to cry. He was crying like a girl. He screwed up his face and tried to reign in his emotions but it was beyond him, “I’m sorry my lord. I have failed you.”

Lord Al facepalmed. He then stared down at the blubbering slavegirl. He approached and gave the wenches upturned ass a smack that jolted her out of her morose state. “Quiet you stupid little bitch!”

“Ouch! That hurt!” Garrett declared. It had hurt but it had also sent an intense and disturbing jolt of aroused pleasure through his slim little body, a tangling enervating sensation that made his nipples oddly erect and made his realise his pussy was growing moist and a bit swollen.

“You lost the swap device. Do you know how much I paid for that. Even if I did get the swapper back…” Lord Al fumed. “So she took it and has an hour head start and, more importantly, she has no good reason to keep your body. We’ll never find her.”

“Um. She said that… well that one day she’d return and swap you into a slavegirl body…” Garrett said and cringed. Lord Al needed to know this.

“She did, did she? Well that’s just perfect!”