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Chapter 16 by Abdulalahazred Abdulalahazred

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Bairds escape

Baird was suddenly male again, naked and in Begnir’s body, while the former knight Begnir was trapped within Helen’s petite slavegirls body, restrained, helpless and ****, her former cock balls deep in her newly acquired cunt. She was confused and shocked, eying her new breasts and erect nipples in bewilderment. She was undeniably female. She could feel it. She was also utterly aroused, her body exhausted from her recent fucking. Baird smiled, taking in the sight of the new Helen now at his mercy, pleased to have his erect cock inside a slavegirl. She struggled against the restraints, muscles straining futilely as she tried to break free. Baird rocked his hips and slid his new cock out of her and walked slowly around her, running his hands over her body, enjoying the feel of her new skin beneath his new fingers. He was younger. Stronger. An Acteonese knight in his prime. This was good. He removed the swapper from her head deftly.

Baird, now Begnir, stopped in front of her, his gaze meeting the glazed eyes of the slavegirl who had once been Begnir. "Do you know what you are now?" he asked softly. "Do you understand your place in this world?”

He reached out, cupping her breast in his hand as he leaned down, licking her erect nipple. She arched her back, a moan escaping her lips as she felt the roughness of his tongue against her overly sensitive skin. The **** band made it impossible to resist him. He continued to tease her, circling her nipple with his tongue before taking it into his mouth. Begnir could feel herself growing wet between her legs for the first time, her body responding to his touch despite her feeble mental protests. She was a man, a knight - not this bastards plaything! But it felt beguilingly good. Her sex ached to be filled.

As he continued to torment her, she felt herself losing all control, her body betraying her. She futilely struggled against the restraints, her meagre muscles straining against the leather as she tried vainly to break free, to escape the unmanning sensations he was forcing upon her. But it was no use; the fetters were too strong, and she was now much too weak. And that excited her somehow.

He leaned in closer, his lips brushing against her ear. "Do you want to be free?" he whispered, his voice low and dangerous. "Do you want to feel what it's like to have your body back?" She could feel her heart racing in her chest as she nodded, her breath coming in ragged gasps. “Because you never will.”

He turned her over onto her hands and knees and holding her by the waist. Her body arched into his, wanting more. More of this strange, forbidden pleasure. He smiled down at her, his expression cold and cruel. "You are mine now, my ****. You belong to me." With that, he began to thrust into her, her body meeting his stroke for stroke. Her hips moved in rhythm with his, her own desire betraying her as she felt herself growing closer and closer to ecstasy.

But just as she felt herself on the brink, he slowed, his thrusts becoming shallow and teasing. He chuckled as he began to move faster once more, driving her higher and higher. Her muscles tightened, her body tensed, and then, finally, she let go. She screamed out his name as the pleasure consumed her, her body shuddering with the **** of her release.

He held her hips, his arms steady as she trembled beneath him. When she had finally regained her composure, he smiled down at her, jaw slack, eyes glazed with lust. "Welcome to your new life, my ****."

Begnir closed her eyes, fighting back tears of shame and frustration. She wanted to hate him, to hate this new body and the desires it was awakening in her, but she couldn't. All she could do was feel, and the only thing she felt was the heat of his skin against hers, the roughness of his calloused hands on her flesh.

Then he pulled out of her, gathered his clothes and left her naked, restrained and afire with female need. Baird fled the King’s castle. Doubtless his men were dead. The Council of Lords would figure out what had happened sooner or later and he needed to recover his power in this new body.

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