…Quantum Entanglement

"Ready to transit?"

Jack swallowed and nodded as they started the synchronisation process. As an anthropologist the opportunity to document this lost human civilisation was unique. Jack has spent the last five years of his life working his butt off to get here. He could hardly wait to get to work.

But the transit worried him. Irrational but there it was.

The costs and time involved in interstellar transport were prohibitive. Further humans weren't really made for the speeds and forces involved. At least not without major augmentation that was now illegal. So rather than physically traveling across the huge gulfs of space and time travelers would use synaptic quantum entanglement to send their minds from one host body to another. It wasn't perfect. The quantum entanglement could only be done once but once two minds were linked unlimited swapping was possible - technically. The problem was the computing power required for swaps limited the swaps to one per person per week - but they were working on that.

Jack and Mary had signed on to work for a year, perhaps more, studying Prota 5. The place was culturally rich but a backwards human civilisation that had socially regressed back to a feudal state despite access to advanced technology. It promised to be a fascinating study and would make both of them experts in their fields. An incredible opportunity to progress their careers and document the society from within. The Proton's had undertaken a long and drastic program of eugenics, reinforcing dominant masculine control of their society with woman reduced to servile property.

Jack was glad he was a man going into this study. In fact he was rather interested in taking on the role of a dominant male in this society.

Mary, his assistant, would have a hard time of it as a woman. They'd joked about it but both knew she would be very affected by her new body - as would he. The dominant and submissive traits had been engineered into their bodies. He'd need to look out for her and not take advantage of her. The fact that they had been in a relationship that in some ways reflected the Prota's normal sexual roles had been relevant in their selection for this work. Their hosts were a young master and **** couple that had agreed to the exchange.

"Transiting in five, four, three..." Jack closed his eyes. Light years away his synapses were being entangled with those of his host body. "... two, one." Jack felt a moment of disoriented confusion as his mind existed in two places at once. Then the lab faded and he found himself in the simply adorned room of his host body. Something felt... off. The place was larger than it should have been. Jack frowned and scratched his smooth soft chin, something on his chest swaying. He looked down and his eyes widened. He had small rounded breasts. Bare. He was naked. His host body was decidedly female. He was in the wrong body!? A female ****!

"Oh. This is unexpected!" A masculine voice observed. Jack looked over at the large muscular man that stood over him. Their differences in size were pronounced. "Jack? Is that you?"

"Mary!?" Jack asked. God he was... impressive. She blushed as she tried to conceal her naked flesh, conscious of her response to him. She felt so small and **** like this. So girly. It was confusing. Her emotions were hard to come to grips with. Fear. Excitement. Her mouth went dry... attraction. How had she ended up like this?! She wasn't a girl! She was meant to be the man. The one in control. Not this!

"Yeah. Oh shit. We are out of touch with home for a year, perhaps more... and you ended up in the **** body. Well. This is unexpected." Mary observed as he examined his large hands. He was dressed in simple garb - alien in make and design. Their quarters were sparse. He looked about with a certainty that sat well on him. There was a work console with an old model comp.

"Well not necessarily. They will know that we are in the wrong hosts by our hosts responses in our bodies. I figure we have a week or so before they can do the comps and undo this. A pity. This is the only body I can occupy from now on." She pouted, it felt odd correcting Mary for some reason. A naked **** for a week. This required some getting used too. She had to rethink things. "So I'm Varna and you're Jerris." She'd read up extensively about Jerris. He was a low level official. She knew his job well. Varna though. She only knew she was Jerris' ****. Her role was purely... recreational. She looked down at her slim girlish body. Bred to be a ****. This was difficult to accept.

"Yep. This changes things. I'll need to look out for you now I guess huh pet?" He placed a hand on her shoulder and she nodded. The research done to date suggested slaves were often traded, sold or stolen. They were property after all. "Well then. Let's go out and explore!" The new Jerris said. He seemed enthused, no doubt the genetics of the host body.

"Yes sir," the new Varna agreed as she reflexively moved to the door, small breasts swaying, her wide hips moving in an unfamiliar manner, conscious of the new void between her legs as she selected a collar and leash. Girls needed to be leashed outside and accompanied by their master. And she was undeniably female now. She had expected to be on the other end of the leash. Had actually fantasised about it - and now those fantasies took on a new and startling immediacy from her new perspective. It was a strange social stricture but one that was firmly enforced. She held the leather trappings in her small hand and considered them. Oddly she did not shy from them. The idea of being at the end of her masters reigns felt... right. More. Exciting. It reinforced her servile role and this made her ... excited. This must be Varna's view she was taking. It was to be expected - the host bodies personality was not removed by the swap on purpose- otherwise they would not be comfortable in their new roles and this would cause problems. She was comfortable as a girl. Comfortable as a ****. Comfortable in her new lowly role. Property. But also not. Conflicted.

She sensed that Varna relished her walks. She liked to get outside amongst the bustle of the city. Liked to compare her beauty to that of other slaves. Be admired and increase the status of her owner. She was not without her pride. Still she could not help but compare her excitement with that of an obedient pet. Walkies. But going out naked on a leash was humiliating. She was still a man inside. She didn't belong in this role.

With a familiarity that surprised her she slipped the collar about her slim neck. It was a simple adornment but it was all she was allowed. "I didn't think. Are you comfortable going out?" Jerris asked. He regarded her naked body with interest.

Varna nodded uncertainly. She considered. Being naked outside. It was daunting and now that she considered it properly she hesitated. She had been too busy obeying to properly think. "If you want to then we shall." It wasn't really her opinion. She still felt uncertain about being outside naked. It felt right but wrong. Everyone would be able to see her. See she was a girl.

Jerris looked at her sensing her conflicting thoughts. "Very well. We need to do as much as we can before we leave. And don't fret. Your nudity is fine. More than fine. It is correct. You are a **** and a girl. People would stare more if you were clothed, if you acted like an earth girl. It's funny. You look so... sexy and desirable. I'd been excited by the thought of being in that body, being a true **** not playing at it like we did before, but being your **** - your property, but now I rather prefer our roles. It must be Jerris' inclinations but I find you very ...." he trailed off as he took the leash, deep in thought. Clearly he was thinking about what Jerris would do with his ****. "You need to get used to your new status..."

Varna blushed, pleased, proud, scared, excited, unwillingly reciprocating her masters desire, thinking of how Mary had wanted to be this but how she was instead. Her little body grew aroused and she gazed up the length of her leash to her owner. He had power over her and that was intoxicating. Her lack of control was like a **** and made her feel alive. "... I know. I feel it too. Our roles are..." she blushed. She had wanted to be the dominant one but being submissive was more thrilling than she could have imagined. She wanted him. No. She wanted him to take her. Master her. Her eyes widened at the thought. Her new sexual desire was unexpected - but it should not have been. They had known this would happen but not to her. "But.. please. Don't take advantage of me." She said quietly, feeling conflicted.

"Of course not. We are not truly people of Prota. I understand your fear. The new ... inclinations... But I feel it too." He tugged her leash as he led her outside. "And I admit I am ... intrigued." In truth he liked being in control. Being the one wearing the pants in their relationship both figuratively and literally. And she was so small and ****... he ... wanted her. He also wanted to test drive his new equipment. Odd considering he had previously been the submissive one in their relationship and had been selected for this mission for that reason in part.

Prota was a hot moist planet with over eighty percent of the surface being shallow oceans. It had no polar ice caps and the lands were covered by lush purple vegetation growing tall and sprawling out into the waters. The air was heavy and the slightly increased gravity made Varna feel weaker. It was not a place where clothing was needed. Jerris led her from their quarters down the street to a market. She walked behind her master as was the custom. She observed other people, large muscular men with meekly leashed and tethered **** girls like her. The girls all walked obediently with their eyes demurely lowered and, realising she was not, she quickly mimicked them. She noted that they were all small and shapely girls. Clearly their aging had been stopped at twenty years and it was hard to tell how old they were. The girls outnumbered the men three to one at least and Jerris was unusual with just a single ****. It didn't feel so terrible now that she saw all the other girls were naked. Some had jewelry but all were clearly property.

Varna paused for a moment as she saw one being spanked by her master. She was crying but clearly aroused. "Please. Sir. I'm not meant to be a slavegirl. I'm innocent! I should be a man!" She pleaded.

Before she could digest that plea Varna was pulled along by Jerris. The sight had made her moist. She wanted to be that girl. Wanted to be disciplined. But her words... not always a girl? Jerris noted Varna's interest, her clear arousal and her surprise. They moved on to a cafe. He took a seat and she knelt on a cushion beside him, legs spread, wrists on her knees. About them the city hustled, hover cars cruising by.

A serving girl arrived and she took Jerris' order. The **** returned with his drink.

"Jerris. You heard what that girl said? She claimed to have been a man... then your masters thesis is proven. Congratulations!" Varna observed.

"Yes. We have the proof. As we have observed, there are more women than men. In a feudal society the lowest caste are the most numerous. In this case women. Clearly not all women are born to that caste. It seems that as punishment people can be demoted to the lowest caste. Interesting. No doubt you are not unique. It makes me wonder if our hosts planned this... I wonder if Varna had once been a man... that would explain why she would want your male body." The serving girl observed the exchange in surprise.

A man at a nearby table scowled and spat disapprovingly at the conversation between master and ****, not hearing the words but sensing a distinct lack of proprietary.

Varna nodded not noticing the disapproval of the other man. This worried her. If the original Varna wanted to escape slavery and ran away with her male body then she would be trapped here in this one. Oddly the idea made her a little excited. Nervously excited. "If they planned this then ... they may not know about this on earth. They may act as though nothing is wrong. We may be stuck here."

Jerris nodded slowly as he watched the passing parade, noting the other mans disapproval with concern, thinking things over as he finished his drink and left some money on the table. He pulled Varna's leash so she followed him, perhaps a little too toughly. "There is the distinct possibility we could both be stuck like this for good." He looked at the naked server and smiled as he regarded Varna's small naked body. "Which oddly doesn't bother me..." he tugged her along.

Back in their quarters Jerris uncollared her. "Jack... Varna. We have to remember where we are. Who we are now. We can't just play at these roles. We have to be master and ****. It was a mistake to think otherwise. In fact it drew unwanted attention to us. We cannot afford to make such mistakes." He said firmly. "As the one in control I take the blame... but from now on I am your master. God knows what they do to men who don't control their women..." he gripped her by the chin. "Now then. Before when I was Mary you dominated me. But now... I'm the dominant one..." He ran a hand down to her small breasts. "You're the girl. The submissive one. My ****..." he played with her breasts and hardening nipples as she nodded mutely, reflexively leaning into his large hand.

"But..." she started.

"No buts." He said firmly as he gripped her nipple and pinched it. She let out a surprised cry. "I am in control. I'm your master. You do as I want." His hand moved down between her legs and his large fingers explored her sex. Her eyes widened and she gasped. It felt good. "You're my ****. Yes?" He asked as a finger slipped along her lips and then between them. She shivered with need and nodded.

"Yes sir," she readily agreed as she spread her legs and rocked her hips to improve the delectable sensation.

"Good girl," he told her as he fingered her. "Now remember. We are not equals." He took his wet finger from her sex and pushed it against her mouth, lips parting. She could taste her pussy juices. "You're a pussy now... lick." She did as she was told feeling weak and intimidated and aroused from it. She tasted her own sex. She felt powerless and ashamed. But her sex quivered. She had done the same thing to Mary, made her lick her own juices. For Varna it affirmed her sex.

She watched him unbuckle his pants, his large manhood revealed. That should have been hers. She wanted it... but not like she did before. He pushed her down to her knees so her mouth was inches from his cock. It was incredible, thick and large and enticing. She kissed his bulbous head then licked it, swirling her tongue, engulfing his head. She started to give her first blow job. It was degrading but this was what she was now. A ****. She felt giddy.

As Jack she would never have done this. Would never have been so ... accommodating. That had not been something Jack did. Jack had expected Mary to give him head when he wanted it - but using his mouth to pleasure her had been below him. She knew that and had always been disappointed that he did not eat her out. Now though, with their roles reversed, Jerris clearly remembered. Varna wrapped her pretty lips around his cock and took it into her mouth.

Jerris exhaled in contented pleasure as she bobbed her head. He looked down at her on her hands and knees - small, naked and completely his. He owned her. She was his property. Trapped in that body. That role. His pet. His. The sense of power was intoxicating. All the times Jack had controlled Mary... Jerris tried to imagine himself in her role. He couldn't. He didn't want to give up this control he realised.

For Varna it was all completely different. She could feel herself getting incredibly aroused. Sucking cock on her knees... it was degrading. It made her hot. She increased her sucking hungrily. He was so big but he fit in her mouth. This was what she lived for. Pleasing her master. It felt so good. So right.

"God you suck cock perfectly..." he pushed her off his cock and she looked up at him. Her need was overpowering. She wasn't done yet. Why did he stop her?

"Please. I want to finish you ..." she said, practically begging. Her need was too much.

"I know pet. But it's not about what you want. You're the **** remember. I'm the one in control. You understand. You get what I let you have." He still gripped her chin as he pulled her head forwards. She toppled down to her hands and knees. She looked up at him from her lowly position. He was her... master. He firmly nudged her chin down so she was looking at his feet. She realised he was going to fuck her. Fuck her doggy style. Her pussy quivered at the thought of being taken like this, aching to be filled by man meat. Her small breasts dangled and swayed on her chest. She looked at them then moved her knees further apart. She could see the top of her sex. Her clit glistening. Her lips puckered. She was ripe to be taken. Being on her hands and knees expectantly felt marvelously right.

"You... said..." she started. She wasn't really a ****. Wasn't really a girl. She was a man. She didn't want this... did she?

But as his cock slid along her lips, pressed against them then slid into her she realised that she was. He slowly pushed between the needful lips of Varna's pussy. In response Varna arched her back as she felt herself stretch and her pleasure grew tenfold. He pushed hard and his cock, slick with

her sweet juices, slid smoothly inside of her till his balls rested against her lips. She could feel his thick manhood deep inside her belly. It filled her. He pulled back and thrust into her hard. The surprise of the swifter penetration caused her to cry out with animalistic passion.

"Remember your place. You are a ****. My property now." He pushed down on her shoulder blades causing her to lose her hand hold. She fell forward, face pressing into the floor, small breasts mashed against the floor boards. He fucked her hard, her breasts rubbing against the timber, her face pushing into her forearms as he took her. Her pussy stretched pleasurably with each thrust.

He fucked her slowly, enjoying the sensation of her enveloping warmth, her small body so easily controlled. He enjoyed the little sounds she made, her whimpers of pleasure that affirmed his control. She grew hotter and wetter, her little body sweat soaked and shaking with her first loud orgasm. Her pussy was tight and as she came it clenched tighter. He felt his balls tighten and he came, filling her with his hot cum.

Varna felt him cumming as her third ecstatically charged orgasm rocked her tiny body. It felt incredible, the best sex she had ever had. The lack of power, her lack of self restraint, the way her needs ruled her and her master reigned over her... it was a powerful aphrodisiac. In this little female body sex was a **** and she was clearly on the slippery slope to addiction. She couldn't help it. The inherent sexuality and submissive of her body dictated it. She was along for the ride. And loving it.

He nodded as he softened within her. "Good. Now we are clear in our roles. I rule you. Your body rules you." He pulled out and slapped her upturned ass. She let out a cry of alarm as she felt their juices coating her thighs. She felt a happy afterglow, pussy still tingling, nipples also. She pushed herself up like a satisfied cat. She giggled, feeling a little tipsy on the euphoria of her post coital bliss. She rose to her knees and went to stand. "No. Stay there on your knees." He said.

"But... yes... sir," she agreed meekly. She smelt of sex and her puckered cunt was dribbling. She wanted to wipe herself clean but she was not allowed. Still the wild euphoria stayed with her. Obeying felt... exhilarating. She had butterflies in her stomach. It was all so new. So thrilling to be commanded. To obey. Kneeling there Varna began to think, that part of her that was Jack going over what she had done and feeling regret. She'd loved it... but being such a horny little slut, a pliant slavegirl felt too good. It was too enticing. The sex was mind blowing. What... if she became Varna? The idea terrified her yet was oddly attractive. A small naked ****, fucked and chained. The licentious thought made her randy as ever. She ... might want that.

Jerris nodded. He was feeling more comfortable in his new role now. Sex as a man had been an enjoyable experience. He liked the strength of his new body and a cock was fun. Certainly sex wasn't as messy and fucking and manipulating his partner was enjoyable. She was so easily taken advantage of and manipulated. She was a natural **** now and no matter that the mind trapped in there had been dominant it was now utterly pliant and tractable. Amusingly so. How the mighty had fallen...he had little desire to go back to a more submissive role now. From his new perspective it felt wrong. What man would want to be a submissive sex ****?

And if they were here for as long as he expected then it was important that they both knew their roles. Varna had performed her sexual duties well but still seemed to think she had some say in things. As a **** she did not. He watched her panting, confusion in her eyes as she tried to reconcile her recent actions with her past self. "Go then. She wash up and explore our quarters," he said sensing she needed a task to distract her from her thoughts. "Prepare a bath. You will wash me."

He watched her scurry off obediently then went to check his work console. He'd need to perform Jerris' work from now on. He'd read the dossier on Jerris. A low level official, not overly talented or ambitious. An easy job that would provide him with the time and opportunity to interact with and learn about this alien culture.

He frowned. They knew nothing of Varna except that she was a ****. He already had a number of questions about how this society worked and one had been answered. But why were they in the wrong bodies? Out of habit he checked absently over his messages. There was an invite from one of his workmates to meet up for drinks for a **** swap. That sounded like a good start. Should he bring Varna? It seemed necessary but... it may be premature. No. If this was socially accepted then he should.

That got him to thinking. Varna. Who was she? He did a quick search for her on the system. Some information came up. Varna had been indentured to him only recently. Less than a week. He read the indenture paperwork. A former supervisor. Negligent in her duties. Tried. Convicted and nano modified. **** conditioning. He grunted glad he'd dodged that bullet. **** conditioning though? Evidently there were levels of slavery and Varna was the lowest. He chuckled. That was interesting. Jack was in for some surprises. Poor little girl... so maybe Varna had manipulated Jerris. The guy was now in his old body. A girl. Served him right...

Varna found a towel and wiped between her legs. Her pussy was so sensitive. Her lips remained puffy and her clit engorged. She remained horny. She rolled her eyes and patted herself dry, realising that rubbing was causing her further titillation. No doubt clothes would have a similar effect. She found her room, a small alcove with a cot and a few personal grooming items. Jerris had a large bed but she evidently did not always sleep there. That disappointed her a little. She should sleep with her master. Then she frowned realising that thought was not her own. "Bloody hell Varna you little slut," she criticised. It helped to blame Varna for her rampant thoughts. Would Jerris want her in his bed? She hoped so. "Of course..." she grumbled.

She went into the bathroom and ran a bath as instructed. Once it was full she returned to Jerris, "it's ready."

"It's ready, Sir," he reminded her firmly as he went to the bathroom. He disrobed and climbed in. "You can wash me, girl," he instructed.

Varna frowned and picked up the soap and a sponge. She started to sponge his shoulders and broad chest, enjoying rubbing his muscular physique. Jerris smiled as she washed him. He reached a hand out lazily between her legs and rubbed her lips slowly. She spread her legs, her scrubbing becoming less focused as he fingered her. He grabbed her wrist and tugged her into the tub onto him. It was easy to have her straddle him. He gripped her hips and rocked his own, his cock sliding into her. She moved slip and down slowly, loving the sensation of his cock in her, the hot water and slippery bubble making it feel incredibly erotic. He ground against her, the ground coming together, his cock sliding deep into her. "You like that don't you? A cock deep in you...." he observed.

She nodded, her face blissful as she savoured being penetrated. "Yes. More than anything. I love your cock in me. I could do this forever," she said.

"I know what you mean. I think when command gets in touch with us I'll ask for a permanent tenure here for both of us. You'd agree wouldn't you?" He prompted.

The **** girl shivered as she came. The thought of being stuck like this having caused her orgasm. "Oh god yes. Being your **** forever would be fantastic," she panted lustfully, unable to think about escape, about getting her male body back. "I want to be your pawn. Your property..." she admitted, the words exciting her more than she'd thought possible. Naked and powerless and trapped. She wanted that with all her heart as he fucked her. Her breasts bounced as her pussy stretched. He thrust harder and faster. She felt another simultaneous orgasm wrack her little **** frame as he filled her tight hot pussy. She lent back as she rode him to the very end.