A poor victim

The sun peeked through the dusty, barred window, casting an eerie glow across the cold stone floor. The room was silent except for the occasional rustle of straw and the heavy breathing of its exhausted occupants. Among them, a figure stirred, unaccustomed to the stiffness in their joints and the unyielding material that bound their wrists and ankles.

Her eyes fluttered open, revealing a pair of deep blues that had seen more stars than anyone in this archaic realm could ever dream of. She took in her surroundings with a jolted sense of disbelief. The last thing she remembered was … she couldn’t recall! But here she lay, on a planet that had somehow managed to resist the embrace of progress—a world called Acteon, where the only thing that mattered was the flesh.

Her body felt wrong. Too small, too soft, too...curved. The **** coursing through her veins were potent, turning every sensation into a caress that made her shiver with anticipation. The ****’s bane had done its job well. Her skin was alight with a hunger that had never been there before, and she felt the heavy weight of her new breasts pressing against the straw beneath her.

A man entered and looked down at her, his beady eyes roving over her exposed flesh with a greedy appetite. His rough hand grabbed her chin, tilting her face upwards. She felt a surge of defiance, a spark of the person she used to be, but it was swiftly extinguished by the potent cocktail of ****’s bane. She sensed she was no longer a man but a creature of desire, designed for the whims of others.

The man’s grin was wide and malicious as he surveyed her. “Ah, the new stock has arrived. And what a pretty little thing you are, all soft and ripe for the picking. You’ll fetch a fine price at the auction block, I’d wager.” His gruff voice was like sandpaper against her sensitive ears, yet she found herself nodding, eager to please despite the fear that squirmed in her gut. A ****!? Slavery was banned in the confederation. But here on Acteon it was not. Why was she here? She had played holo novels of this place, her wife had been angry when she found the illegal stash of porn… but that was a different world.

He untied her and pulled her to her feet, her bare soles meeting the cold stone with a shiver. The man was tall, his muscles rippling beneath his tunic, and she felt tiny, **** in comparison. “Come along, pet. Time to get you ready for your new life as a plaything for the high and mighty.” He led her through a maze of damp corridors. The other girls looked at her with a mix of pity and envy—pity for the unknown she faced, envy for the potential to be chosen by a kind master.

Had her wife done this to her? She had enjoyed the holonovels from the perspective of men enslaved as women but that was fantasy. This was her reality. Could her wife have done this? She had the power and resources. Shit. It was her wife!

Her thoughts were interrupted by the clank of metal on metal as they arrived at a heavy wooden door. It swung open to reveal a chamber filled with the scent of soap and the sound of running water. She was pushed inside and the door slammed shut behind her, the finality of it echoing through her soul.

A tall male knight stood at the bath. “Hello there. Husband…” the knight said as he regarded her.

Her eyes widened. "What did you just say?" she managed to get out, voice trembling with a mix of anger and fear.

The knight chuckled darkly. "I see you're still a bit confused. Let me clarify. I was your wife but here I am your new master, and in this world, you are but a mere female to serve and be used by those more powerful than you. Now, let us clean you up." He gestured to the steaming tub.

Her cheeks flushed with rage, but the ****-induced haze kept her body compliant. She stepped into the warm water, feeling the softness of her new form's skin against the coarse soap. The knight watched her closely, his eyes lingering on the curves of her breasts and the swollen flesh between her legs. She felt a sickening sense of excitement that she couldn't suppress, her traitorous body responding to his gaze.

As the knight began to wash her, his hands firm yet gentle, she felt the first stirrings of a memory—a heated argument with her wife, the words "you'll regret this" echoing in her mind. But the memory was as elusive as a wisp of smoke, dissipating as quickly as it had come. She closed her eyes, trying to ignore the way her body was betraying her, focusing instead on the rhythmic scrub of the soap over her skin. Her nipples and loins tingled pleasantly.

The knight's eyes never left her, his gaze traveling from her trembling shoulders to the water cascading down her curving backside. He was not cruel, but the power dynamics were starkly clear. He had the right to touch her, to use her, and she had no say in the matter. The thought should have terrified her, but instead, it sent a thrill through her that she despised and craved all at once. He pushed her over and inspected her new sex.

“A fine piece of property, indeed,” he murmured, his breath warm against her wet skin. His hand reached between her legs, stroking her gently. She gasped, the sensation of his touch on her swollen folds more intense than anything she had ever felt. The ****’s bane had heightened her sensitivity, turning every caress into a spark of pleasure that ignited deep within her. Her body arched towards him, begging for more despite the furious protests of her mind.

He chuckled again, his grip tightening. “You’re already eager for it, aren’t you? But patience, my dear. There’s much to prepare you for before you can truly understand your new role here.” He stepped back, allowing her to sink into the water with a sigh. The warmth enveloped her, offering a brief respite from the confusion and fear that had taken hold. Then he started to undress.

Her eyes widened further as she took in the sight of him removing his armor, piece by piece. His body was a sculpture of muscle and power, a stark contrast to her own delicate form. She felt her cheeks burn with a mix of arousal and embarrassment as he revealed himself fully, his manhood standing tall and proud. He climbed into the tub with her, the water sloshing around them.

"Your training begins now," he announced, his tone firm yet not unkind. He took the soap and began to lather her up, his hands moving over her with an expertise that was as alarming as it was arousing. She felt her body responding to his touch, her breaths growing shallower as he moved closer, his hands gliding over her sensitive skin.

The knight took his time, massaging her shoulders, her back, and finally her breasts. Each stroke sent waves of pleasure through her that she couldn't ignore. The ****’s bane had transformed her body into a canvas of sensation, and every brush of his fingers was a stroke of pure, intoxicating bliss. She bit her bottom lip, trying to hold back the moan that threatened to escape her lips, but it was no use. Her body was a traitor, reacting to his touch in ways she had never experienced.

He noticed her arousal and leaned in, his breath tickling her ear. "You see, this is your purpose now," he whispered, his hand sliding down to cup her sex. "To serve, to satisfy, to be used by those who own you." His words were a dark symphony, a siren's song that her body responded to with a jolt of electric pleasure. Her mind screamed at her to fight, to resist, but the **** was too strong, and all she could do was whimper as he played her body like a finely tuned instrument. Her hand sought out his cock and tentatively gripped it. Its girth was great. Her eyes widened as she considered how thick it was.

The knight's eyes lit up at her response. "Good girl," he purred, guiding her hand to stroke him. His touch grew more insistent, his fingers delving into her folds, teasing her clit until she was panting with need. He leaned in and kissed her neck, his teeth grazing her skin gently. She felt a spark of something inside her, a strange mix of fear and excitement that only served to heighten her arousal.

As he continued to manipulate her body, she couldn't help but feel a twisted sense of pleasure. It was as if the ****'s bane had rewired her very soul, making her crave the touch of her new master. His hands moved lower, slipping into the water to squeeze her ass, his fingers teasing the tight ring of her anus. She felt her body betray her further, her muscles relaxing and welcoming his touch.

He noticed her response and smirked. "I see you're already adapting to your new life. That's good, it will make things easier for you." His words were a cold slap in the face, reminding her of the reality she had been thrust into. Yet even as she hated herself for it, she found she couldn't stop the moan that escaped her lips as he slid a finger inside her. “I’m going to fuck you ****…”

The knight stood, pulling her up with him. The water sluiced down their bodies, leaving them glistening in the candlelight. He took her by the hand and led her out of the tub, the cool air a stark contrast to the warmth of the water. She stumbled slightly, her legs weak from both the aftermath of the **** and the unfamiliar proportions of her new form.

He didn't seem to notice, his eyes locked on her nakedness as he toweled her off. Every brush of the cloth over her skin sent another jolt of pleasure through her, making it difficult to maintain even a semblance of dignity. He dried her off with an almost tender touch, paying special attention to her breasts and the sensitive area between her legs. She felt the heat of his eyes on her, watching her reactions like a hawk studying its prey. He passed her a fresh towel. “Dry me on your knees ****.” He instructed.

Her legs trembled as she lowered herself to the floor, the cold stone pressing against her knees. She took the towel and began to wipe the water from his muscular body, her eyes lingering on his cock. It was hard and heavy, a stark symbol of his dominance over her. She couldn't help but feel a strange sense of awe at the power he wielded, and the thrill of being so close to something so taboo.

As she dried him, she couldn't help but imagine what it would feel like to have him inside her, to be claimed by this man who was once her wife. The thought was both terrifying and exhilarating, a mix of fear and desire that she had never experienced before. The ****’s bane had turned her into a creature of passion, eager to satisfy the whims of her new master, even as her mind screamed in protest.

The knight took the towel from her and tossed it aside. He reached down and gripped her chin, tilting her face up to meet his gaze. "You will address me as 'Master' from now on," he said firmly. "And you will do as I say without question."

Her heart raced at the command, but she found herself nodding obediently. "Yes, Master," she whispered, the title feeling strange and yet oddly fitting on her lips.

“Good, bend over the bed and present yourself. I wish to fuck you doggy style…” he said to his ****.

Her mind reeled at the command, a battle raging between the last vestiges of her former self and the overwhelming desire that the ****’s bane had instilled in her. But she found herself obeying, her body moving almost of its own accord as she bent over the rough-hewn bed. The straw pricked at her skin, a stark reminder of her new reality.

The knight stepped closer, his hand on her hip as he guided himself to her entrance. She felt the tip of his cock, hot and thick, pressing against her wetness, and she couldn’t help but push back slightly, eager to feel him fill her completely. With one swift motion, he entered her, the sensation so intense that she had to bite back a scream. The pain was sharp, but it quickly melded into a deep, burning pleasure that seemed to consume her.