… the fortress invasion

"You're sure this'll work?" I asked, eyeing the scroll with skepticism, unconvinced that this was a good plan. It seems awfully risky to me.

"It's the only way," said Lara, our resident mage, her eyes gleaming with an amused excitement that I really didn’t like. Was she still angry with me about the dryad? It seemed so. I was charmed. Honest. "It's a simple polymorph spell, turns you into a... well, a very different version of yourself until I cast the reverse spell…”she grinned and I really didn’t like that.

“I think you should do it, you’re already a girl…” I insisted even though I knew why she couldn’t. She was going to explain again any way!

“You know I cannot cast spells if I use a transformation spell on myself. I’d be trapped as no one else could cast the reversal spell. I need to remain me. So you become the girl! You only need to convince them you are a pleasure ****… a girl. So naturally I need to geas you to make sure you react as you need too…” it made sense but it was a really bad plan. If something went wrong I’d be stuck as Thoth’s obedient **** girl. And lots could go wrong!

“But his pleasure slaves are all big breasted tiny sluts. And they wear next to nothing!” I argued.

“The geas will make you comfortable so don’t worry! You just need to open the gate at two in the morning and let us in. Then we can kill Thoth and reverse the spell. It’s for the greater good. Remember that. Risks must be taken and sacrifices must be made,” she said.

“You drew the short straw Amra,” Hugo the minstrel agreed with an expression of mock sympathy on his face.

I looked down at the smaller man, unimpressed. “Alright, let's get this over with," I sighed. Lara began the incantation, her fingers tracing ancient symbols in the air as an arcane light enveloped me. I didn’t resist the magics even though I wanted too. My muscles began to spasm and shrink, my skin softened, and my body was wrapped in a warm, tingling sensation as it reshaped itself into a slender, curvy form. I looked down and my jaw dropped. The transformation was... surprisingly convincing. I was a sexy, curvaceous young lady in overlarge tunic and britches. Like a girl playing dress up!

Lara cast the geas and I felt its fingers slip into my mind. I was an obedient **** girl. I would obey my master… but I would let my party in at 2 in the morning.

“Now remember not to get pregnant!” Lara said.

“What? Mistress… How does that even—” I began to ask, but she interrupted with a wave of her hand.

"No questions," she said firmly. "Just make sure you get the job done. We're counting on you, Amra. The geas will make you react like a submissive slavegirl. Now remove those overlarge clothes and put on these jewels and heels.”

I did as instructed, feeling a strange mix of embarrassment and excitement as I stepped into the revealing outfit. The jewels felt cold and unfamiliar against my new skin, and the high heels made me wobble unsteadily. I was effectively naked, my nipples and new female sex visible to the three of them. I should be embarrassed but a **** being nude was quite normal. Despite the discomfort, I couldn't deny that the garments had a certain allure, accentuating my new feminine curves. I took a deep breath and focused on the mission at hand.

Hugo, who now towered above me, couldn't resist a few snickers as I practiced a seductive stride, my new breasts bouncing with each step. "You've got this," Hugk said, his eyes lingering a bit too long. The geas began to take hold, and I found myself growing more comfortable in my new role. “She needs a **** brand,” Hugo observed.

“Good idea,” Lara said, and with a flick of her wrist, she conjured a hot metal rod.

“Wait mistress!” I exclaimed, wanting to jump back. But the geas was already at work, and I found myself compliant, if not eager, to submit to the branding. My body quivered as i bent over to present my ass, the rod touching my skin, leaving behind a searing pain and the indelible mark of a common **** insignia on my left cheek. The smell of burning flesh filled the tent, and I couldn’t help but let out a whimper.

“Alright, I need to get some rest. It’s a long day tomorrow,” Lana said.

“Will I be sharing your bed Mistress?” I asked Lana hopefully.

“No. You need learn how to perform as a **** with Hugo…” Lana told me with an amused twinkle in her eyes. “An inexperienced and virgin pleasure **** will not interest Thoth…” Lana said.

Hugo stepped forward, a look of mischief on his face, “Don’t worry Amra, I’ll make sure you’re ready for your big debut at the fortress. Just think of it as part of the mission...” He began to unbuckle his belt.

“Wait. Master Hugo, I need to... understand my role better before we proceed,” I stuttered, my heart racing as the two men approached me with intent. The geas was working overtime, pushing me into a submissive mindset, but I knew I had to get through this for the sake of our mission. Wait was that the geas?

Hugk chuckled, his eyes raking over my exposed body. “Don’t worry, little one. I’m just going to make sure you know how to serve your new master properly. Now, lie down and spread those legs for us, yes?”

With a tremble, I complied, the geas whispering sweet nothings of obedience and submission in my mind. I felt the cool fabric of the tent beneath me as my body reacted in ways it never had before. My chest grew warm and my nipples tightened into painful peaks, begging for attention. Between my legs, a wetness grew that was both unfamiliar and thrilling. Hugo circled around me like a hungry predator, his eyes gleaming with desire.

Lara chuckled as she watched!

Hugo touched me, his rough dexterous hands caressing my new breasts with surprising gentleness. He rolled my nipples between his thumbs and forefingers, sending bolts of pleasure through my body that made me gasp. My hips bucked involuntarily, and I watched, entranced, as my breasts jiggled with the movement. Hugo knelt beside me, his gaze locked on the juncture of my thighs. His touch was feather-light as he traced the folds of my sex with one finger, making me squirm and whimper with need.

The geas had done its work, my mind now swimming in a sea of submissive pleasure. I arched my back, offering more of my sensitive flesh to his ministrations. The feeling of his hands on me was intoxicating, and I realized that I craved more than just the mission's success—I craved his touch, his dominance.

Lara stepped closer, her thumb tracing the edges of my areolas before pinching my nipples firmly, eliciting a sharp gasp. The pain melded with pleasure, a delicious cocktail that sent a jolt of electricity straight to my new pussy. I felt my pussy grow wetter, the slickness coating my inner thighs. I was a creature of need, my new female body reacting to their every whim, my mind a haze of lust.

Hugo's breath was warm against my sex as he whispered, "You're going to love this, Amra." He promised as his is fingers parted my folds, revealing the pink, glistening flesh beneath. He gently rubbed my clit in a slow, rhythmic motion that had me moaning incoherently, my hips rising to meet his touch. I had never felt anything so exquisitely maddening in my life. The geas whispered that this was right, that I was born to serve, born to pleasure, born to be used.

I saw that Lara was watching me intently with a vindictive air and blushed. I was Amra the Barbarian. No man’s plaything. Well I was Amra. Now I was Amra the slavegirl!

Hugo’s ministrations grew bolder, his hands exploring every inch of my new, soft fleshy sex. He touched me in ways that were both strange and tantalizing. My lips and clit was so sensitive, each caress sending waves of pleasure that pooled in my core, making me wetter and more eager for his attention.

I couldn’t believe that I, a mighty warrior, was now writhing and moaning beneath his hands, my body responding with a desperation that I had never felt before.

Lara laughed. My nipples were so sensitive that even the brush of her fingers against them sent jolts of pleasure through me. They felt swollen, painfully erect, and the slightest pinch from Lara’s deft thumbs made me cry out. I hadn’t realized how much I enjoyed the feeling of being touched, how much I craved it. The geas whispered in the back of my mind that this was my purpose now—to be used, to give pleasure, to submit. It was a strange, seductive mantra that grew louder with each passing moment.

The sensation of Hugo’s finger circling my clit was maddening. It was as if my entire being had been condensed into that one tiny nub of flesh. Every time he varied the pressure, I felt like I was on the edge of something incredible, something I hadn’t even known existed. I squirmed and bucked, trying to get more, to feel more, but he remained infuriatingly in control, keeping me just shy of release.