Continues to stream Sora’s adventure.

"Sora, I thought you didn't want to be a ****," Tracy noted as he slid the red rose free. "This should have been white," he noted absently as he regarded it. Then he looked down at Sora. This was not what he had expected to find. He unhitched her from the **** rail and paused to admire her bonds.

"That's what I told the steward, however didn't agree. He said I was no virgin and didn't deserve the honour. Does it displease you?" Sora asked. She looked up at Tracy eagerly wanting his approval.

"No, I am very pleased... But how can the steward have dressed you as a ****? It is not proper. Unless... What have you done Sora?" Tracy asked with growing concern, starting to realize how serious matters may have become.

She shrugged, which was difficult in her position. "Nothing. But, well I ate the **** ****."

Tracy gasped, "you what? You foolish girl. Why would you do such thing?"

"I'm sorry. I only wanted to please you. Are you not pleased? I thought you wanted me to be a ****."

"I did, but not like this! You're responsible for Sora's body. The contract we signed says that should irreparable harm be caused to any body then the original owner is not required to return."

Sora blinked in confusion, missing the point, "but the effects of the **** **** are not permanent."

"You silly girl! By publicly taking the **** you have become a ****. That is permanent. So unless the real Sora wants to return to this body and become a **** you must remain in her body. As a ****!"

"I..." Sora swallowed in fear. "No. This can't ..." she started to cry. This was meant to be simple fun, but instead of having wild sex with her partner she was stuck here chained and naked as he debated the consequences of her actions. "Could you take m-" she sobbed.

"I'm not taking your place! For hells sake stop that infernal noise!" He ordered slapping her rump firmly. The sudden noise and pain quieted her crying instantly, but she still continued to breath heavily.

"Sorry, it was a reflex action," Sora nodded and looked up at him with burning desire. Tracy rolled his eyes, "the **** is still affecting you isn't it? How do you feel?"

"I really need a fuck!" she admitted with a tremor in her voice, "you're not angry are you? I've been waiting here on this **** rail for over three hours. Waiting - for you to fill my aching pussy. I know I should be worried about being trapped, but when you slapped me just now it was so thrilling. I felt like I was yours to do with as you wish. Can we stop talking and can you screw me? Please!"

Tracy cocked his head. "You're serious?"

She nodded.

"Oh well you may as well get used to it," he said, unbuckling his pants.

She smiled as the buckle hit the floor. Tracy had a beautiful big cock, and despite his concerns, or perhaps because of them, he was half erect already. Sora widened her stance, readying herself for his entry. Her anticipation was palpable, "take me," she cried.

"You forget your place Sora," Tracy commented as he stroked his manhood. "I shall fill your pussy when I wish to, not a moment before." he reached down and unthreaded his heavy leather belt and gave her rump a quick slap with it. The blow hardly stung but her pussy lips seemed to poke out further in excitement like an erection. "Now remember, I am your master now."

"Yes master," Sora agreed with fervid submissiveness.

"Good girl, now suck your masters cock," he instructed.

She readily complied, taking him fully into her mouth. Tracy chuckled. It seemed things had worked out as he wanted. "I wonder how the knight will take having his wife reduced to slavery. I doubt he'll be happy with you. It might even be more merciful to sell you." Sora increased her tempo, excited by his comments, "or I could buy you from the knight. I'd end up in you old male body and you could continue being my ****. But what will we tell our friends?"

Her frenzied sucking was the only response.

Tracy felt the telltale tightening of his scrotum and slid his manhood out of her mouth. He did want to fuck her, but needed to put her in her proper place first.

"Was I good master?" Sora asked.

"Adequate," he conceded, "you need more practice. I think you should receive instruction from some of the other girls. Now lets see about deflowering you properly."

"Yes master," Sora agreed with a satisfied grin.