Conquests

Reports of Lord Baird’s military conquests were causing great concern with the king and the other lords with Baird’s naval forces taking the Tirnese Archipelago. Reports confirmed that his three thousand warriors armed with forbidden artillery canons could not be defeated. Baird claimed to be at the castle for peace talks but it seemed he was seeking unconditional surrender. Under a flag of peace Baird was safeguarded by law and custom. But his flagrant disregard for custom by using forbidden technology was his undoing…

Under the order of their king three assassins crept into Lord Baird’s chamber and stealthily slit the sleeping man’s throat.

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Lord Baird's eyes snapped open, the sudden movement jolting his body against the bed. He squinted, trying to make sense of the foreign surroundings. The bed, the curtains, the large men. Men? What were they doing here? His heart hammered in his chest as he struggled to sit up, the effort making his vision swim. When it finally came into focus, he saw a large dead body lying in a black pool of blood in his own overlarge bed. His body!? But why was it so large? Everything was large…

Horror filled him as he slowly realized what had happened. They had killed him! Assassins! But Baird had long anticipated this possibility and had taken precautions. They had only killed his body.

He had adopted the habit of placing a mind-swapping device on the slavegirl that attended him every night. It was a fail safe programmed to swap his mind into her body in the event his body expired. It was a safeguard that he had thought overly cautious and he had not really expected to be murdered here in the king’s castle when he was protected by custom under the banner of peace. Given the limited range of the swappers a slavegirl was the only possible contingency body. What was her name again …

Helen? He… no she was in Helen’s young petite body, chained naked to the headboard of the bed, her blue eyes wide with fear as she watched the assassins finish their grizzly work. It was surreal to stare at her body like this. Her heart beat in fear as she worried about her fate in Helen’s body. Did they suspect?!

“Let’s dispose of this body. And someone take Helen back to the common harem…” one of the assassins said.

Lord Baird's heart skipped a beat as she realized that she was again a slavegirl but they did not think she was anything more than that. The assassins hauled her former and now very dead body off the bed. They prepared to take the new Helen away too, her naked form shivering in fear. One of them roughly unchained her from the headboard and **** her to stand, her legs wobbly from the weight of her chains. She had no body to return too!!!

"Helen," one of the assassins hissed. "You will tell no one of this, understand?"

Lord Baird's eyes widened. Her mind raced, trying to formulate a plan. She nodded as she struggled to think. What could she do? For the moment she was trapped in this weak female body, chained… but she had a mind swapper at least. She could escape. "I... I understand," she **** out, her voice shaking. "I won't say anything." They had killed her. Violated the law and killed a lord protected by a flag of entreatment.

The assassins seemed satisfied with her response, and they began to drag her away from the bed. She needed to regain her former life, position and power. But Lord Baird was dead… She still wore the swapper and so she could escape into the body of anyone she remained in contact with. She needed to find a knight… better yet a lord. Or maybe she could remain a ****. That had its own allure. No. No! That was the **** band thinking for her. She needed to escape this body soon, before she lost herself in her new role!

They pushed her naked through the door, her small body strange and awkward, breasts swaying oddly, hips moving sensually… they guided her into the hallway towards the now familiar **** harem where they hitched her like a common slavegirl to the **** rail with the other naked girls. The smell of sweat and perfume filled her nose. She took a deep breath, trying to steady her nerves. There were several men milling about, most of them waiting for a slavegirl that piqued their interest to be returned to the haram. She **** herself not to look at them, focusing instead on her surroundings.

Helen's mind raced, trying to formulate a plan. She needed to find a way out of this place, back to her old life. Or a semblance of her old life as a male lord. With her original body dead that would be problematic- she would need to consolidate her power again. She glanced around, taking in the other slavegirls, sleeping or huddled together.

Her eyes landed on a group of knights, laughing and drinking nearby. One regarded her with interest. Begnir, a knight loyal to the king.

"Helen," Begnir called, approaching her.

She **** herself to meet his gaze, trying to appear submissive and alluring. It was hardly an act in this little nymphomaniac **** body. "My lord?" she replied, her voice trembling slightly.

He smiled. "Helen, I thought you were with that bastard Lord Baird." he said. "I've been wanting your company."

Helen **** a shy smile, lowering her eyes demurely. "I've been wanting your company too, my lord." she replied. And she did. Her pulse quickened and she felt an ardent desire in her new loins.

He smirked, unhitching her leash, taking her by her bound wrists and leading her away from the other slavegirls. "Then let's find somewhere more private," he murmured, guiding her through the hallways of the keep to his personal bedchamber. He unbound her wrists then manacled and hung her by her dainty wrists again, in the spread winged position, from a large iron hook in the ceiling. She shivered as her naked body was stretched taut, arching her back and pressing her breasts outwards.

"There now," he purred, walking over to a small table near the bed. On it lay a selection of various toys and devices. He picked up a long, thick leather flogger, testing its weight in his hand before turning back to her. "Let's see if you remember how to please me, Helen." And with that, he struck her bare back with the flogger, the leather lashing against her skin, leaving angry red marks in its wake.

Helen cried out, arching her back as the erotic pain shot through her, the **** bane transforming the agony to ecstasy. She instinctively understood and embraced these sensations, these feelings... they were hers. She belonged to this man. With each lash of the flogger, her **** nature asserted itself, until she felt herself growing wet between her legs. She whimpered with arousal.

Her body ached, but she welcomed the pain. With the **** hand clouding her thoughts the pain was a sign that she was wanted, desired. She felt the pleasure build within her as he whipped her, and with a moan, she released, her climax shuddering through her.

The knight smiled, pleased with her response. He stepped back, admiring her body as she hung there, her breasts heaving and her skin flushed with sweat from exertion and arousal. "You're such a beautiful ****, Helen," he murmured, running his fingers through her hair. "…here, and let me reward you."

He walked over to the array of toys and devices. He selected a thick, curved dildo made of dark leather, and held it up before her. Her eyes widened with desire as she watched it sway back and forth. A part of her remembered that the swapper required physical contact. Body to body. The lash and a dildo would not allow her to swap with Begnir. But she wanted the dildo.

"You've been such a good ****," he murmured, running his fingers down her abdomen. "I think you deserve this." He positioned the dildo at her entrance, lubricating it with a small vial of oil, and slowly, carefully, began to push it inside her. She gasped as the thick leather stretched her, filling her. He withdrew it, only to push it back in again, harder this time. She cried out, arching her back and hanging from her manacled wrists.

"That's it," he breathed, watching her body move with his thrusts, controlling her. "Take it, my pet." With each thrust, the dildo drove deeper, sending waves of pleasure through her. She felt herself growing closer again to release, the sensation building within her. And then, with a sharp cry, she came, her body tensing and her muscles convulsing around the intruding length of leather.

He held slapped her tiny body cruelly as he continued to thrust into her. He could feel her orgasm ebbing away, leaving her limp and satisfied. But he wasn't quite done with her yet. He withdrew the dildo and moved behind her, grabbing her hips and guiding her forward so she hung forward, her body stretched out and ****.

"You've pleased me so much tonight, Helen," he murmured, running his hands over her ass and thighs. "I think you deserve a special reward." He reached down between her legs, spreading her folds with his fingers. "You remember want this, don’t you slut?" he asked, teasing her with the broad head of his cock.

“Yes. Yes. Fuck me. Fuck your ****…” she begged, lost in her new role.

He thrust into her, his powerful body moving in time with hers as she hung from her restraints. Her full breasts swayed with each thrust, and she arched her back, struggling to meet him stroke for stroke. But she was bound and constrained and he was the one controlling her. Her nipples burned. Her loins quivered as he took her.

He was relentless, driving into her with a strength that she could feel deep within her core. She cried out, her body trembling as wave after wave of pleasure coursed through her. He gripped her hips tightly, his fingers digging into her soft flesh as he pumped harder, faster.

“Yes. Oh fuck yes. My body is your…!” He gripped her hips harder, his muscles bunching as he continued to thrust into her. Her body felt as if it was on fire, every nerve ending tingling with pleasure as he drove deeper and deeper. She could feel herself getting close again, the orgasm building inside her.

"That's it, my pet. Let go. Let it happen." His words sent a shudder through her, and with a cry that seemed to come from the depths of her soul, she came, her body convulsing around him as wave after wave of ecstasy washed over her. He held her close, his body trembling with the effort of keeping control as he continued to thrust, riding her orgasm until there was nothing left.

She hung limp and satisfied from her restraints, her body aching for more. He leaned in, his lips finding hers in a rough, possessive kiss. "Very well done, my ****," he breathed against her skin. "You have pleased me greatly this night-“ and then they swapped bodies.