Dealing with an Interceder

“You said they were sending an interceder?” Baird asked nervously over the comlink to his watcher ally. Devon operated the monitoring satellite orbiting above Acteon. Baird pushed Sial off his cock, her blowjob being an unwelcome distraction.

Sial knelt obediently beside her new lord, struggling not to pout as she had discovered she had developed a taste for sucking cock now. She listened intently to Lord Baird’s conversation though. She knew that information was valuable and men tended to pay little to no attention to the presence of slavegirls.

The crackling watcher’s voice responded over the coms in affirmation. “Yes Tyron -.” Davon Leigh started.

“It’s Lord Baird.” Baird corrected and Sial frowned. She had never heard the name Tyron before.

Sial could swear she heard Davon rolling his eyes. “No. It’s Tyron Beale. Intersystem trader who stumbled upon Acteon and decided to set himself up pretty. Well, you’re in the shit now. Your actions have been noticed by the other watchers. I mean, I don’t know how you expected to not be noticed. The weapons. The new technology. Multiple power signatures detectable in orbit - and then there are the agents and citizens on the ground. You’re not the only Confederation citizen living life large and fucking slavegirls planet side, but you’re the least discreet about it. Your mysterious sudden appearance, obvious confederation heritage, unlimited supply of gold and vastly superior weaponry has everyone talking. You’re in flagrant breach of the Confederation’s Charter for the protection of cultural heritage. I can’t couldn't cover this up and I tried…” the Watcher sighed. “Joo will arrive soon and is coming after you… Lord Baird. He has orders to swap with you, take over and dismantle your growing little empire.” The watcher reported irritably. “You couldn’t have just been satisfied as a lord with a harem of slavegirls. The reports coming through are that you’re using both a mind swapper and neural disruptors. I can’t cover that up. You know that’s illegal right!?”

Sial was excited that she had learned so much.

Baird grunted in dissatisfaction. “Only if I get caught. Which I won’t. Tell me of this man. This interceder, this Laurence Joo.”

The watcher considered. They were low priority for the confederation and if they played this right… “Better. I’ll send you his file and what I managed to find out from him through the my connections with the dark network. You know, this could be an opportunity…”

“How so?” Baird asked, intrigued.

“My contacts in the dark network think there is an untapped neural recordings market here. When you deal with this Joo… I have a special neural link I want you to use. I’ll send it to you by drone. You need to stick him in the body of a slavegirl like you did with Lord Liam-“

“I don’t know what you mean,” Lord Baird cut in.

“You totally do. But what I’m thinking is we’ll sell his neural feed to the dark network. This Joo fellow… I think he will make us rich.”

“That will incriminate us,” Baird argued then paused. “What aren’t you telling me?”

“Read his file. He has… proclivities that will make him easily manipulated and… when the right people in the confederation see what Acteon has to offer profiteering will trump the charter. We just need to pay the right people to look the other way- which you should have done in the first place. I want to get rich. Stinking rich…” the watcher said.

Lord Baird ended the call and motioned for Sial to continue sucking his cock. He started to read Joo’s file and a slow smile crept over his face. “Sial, would you believe there are men out there who want to be slavegirls like you? This Joo has a history of holos where he indulges in such fantasies… a man who desires to be a slavegirl…” Baird laughed and felt a little nervous. Trapping Joo was not something he could leave to a subordinate. It would require explaining how the swapper operated. No. This is as a task he had to perform himself… he looked down at Sial as she enthusiastically sucked his cock. “Nothing ventured, nothing gained I suppose.”

***

A week later Lord Baird and his entourage was attending The Council of Lords Assembly at the Kings fortified castle in New Hope. He intended to negotiate the surrender of the other lords. The air was tense as whilst this was neutral territory the other lords feared and distrusted Baird and his forbidden military technology. He felt slightly **** with his small cadre of eight mercenary guards but he needed to draw out the Interceder that Davon, his contact in the watchers, had told him had arrived.

In discussions with Davon, Baird had carefully plotted Joo’s fate. The plan still made Baird nervous. If something went wrong he might end up trapped in the body of a slavegirl. He didn’t want that.

Baird had paid the king’s valet Biv a hefty sum to protect the virginity of his chosen slavegirl and to make a gift of her to Joo when the interceder arrived. Baird had been quite particular about maintaining his chosen ****’s virginal state - having little desire to perform the sexual duties of a slavegirl whilst he occupied her body.

Baird selected a young **** girl named Alisha. She was a petite lass, perhaps 5'0" and utterly gorgeous with a small, pixielike face dappled with a dusting of freckles and possessed of full red lips and doleful green eyes. Her hair was a long cascade of crimson red that fell in a curling mass over her shoulders and halfway down her back. Her alabaster breasts, though not objectively large were quite fulsome and most fetching on her diminutively fragile frame. Her nipples and hairless sex were a striking reddish pink against the contrast of her pale, translucent skin. Skin pale to the point that bluish veins were visible around her areola. Due to the size of its sun and its greater orbit radius an Acteonese year was a third longer than a standard sol year and Baird calculated that Alisha was 19 years of age in Sol terms. A young **** princess, left breast freshly tattooed with the Acteonese words of ****, Bendari and Fifth Generation, the skin of her breast raw and scabbing over still. Biv informed him that Alisha had only just started ingesting ****’s bane.

It was with no small fear that Baird placed the modified swapper and neural uplink device on Alisha’s pretty head and manacled himself to the bed. He then imbibed a strong sleeping draught that should knock his body out for the duration. “Come ****. Lie with me…” he told Alisha. She obeyed, pressing her small naked body willingly against his larger muscular body. She started to suck his large cock earnestly as he nodded off into a **** sleep.

He suddenly gagged with a start as he awoke, a thick cock sliding from his… her mouth - she was in Alisha’s tiny body now and Lord Baird no longer. In order to carry out her plan successfully she knew she had to not just accept her role but embrace it fully. She marvelled at her minute limbs and arms, her body vastly diminished in physical size and strength. Her small body was offset by her unfamiliar and relatively large breasts and the very female curves of her new body. She was Alisha. ****, plaything and chattel. Weak and petite of body.

Baird marvelled at the tiny body she now wore. She had imposed this fate on numerous men and had often wondered how they felt as he fucked them. It had been a strangely fatalistic pondering. She had no desire to be trapped in the flesh of a slavegirl but now that she was a **** she started to understand how the most confident of men could be undone by such a body. What Baird had not fully anticipated was how subservient and horny she would feel in her new **** body. At the time of their swap Alisha had been demeaned and aroused by the act of sucking her masters cock. That arousal and overriding sexual need remained with Baird. Her new sex was swollen, wet and hot with need.

Wrists bound behind her Baird rolled awkwardly onto her side, gazing up at her former body. It was still asleep. That was Lord Baird's body. Sleeping. ****. Her eyes traced over his features. His strong jaw, his broad shoulders. She felt small and insignificant in contrast to Lord Baird. She was after all Alisha. For the moment at least. The **** **** and generations of breeding to cultivate ideal **** traits undeniably affected her thoughts… and her desires. His long, hard cock, half-hard and lay on his belly. She told herself she had to embrace her role to avoid suspicion but the truth was she was unable to stop herself. She kissed her former cock a felt a thrill of unfamiliar arousal.

Lord Baird stirred in his sleep, moaning softly. She leaned forward, taking his cock fully in her hungry mouth. He tasted of precum and her saliva. Like a natural born cocksucker her tongue swirled around the head, lapping hungrily. She took him deep, sucking hard as she bobbed her head. He grew large and erect under her inexperienced ministrations.

His cock slipped from her mouth as she moved clumsily atop him. Her new sex was aflame with need. Acting instinctively she awkwardly mounted him. His cock slipped easily into her tight sheath. She sighed, eyes closed like an addict in the throws of opium dreams, her hips moving in a rhythm that was both ancient and primal. And utterly female.

The sensation of him filling her was exquisite, sending waves of pleasure through her tiny body. Her eyes grew unfocused as she moved above him, their hips slapping together with increased temp, moving in a barely controlled frenzy of desire. Her breasts bounced and her nipples tingled, hard and erect and overly sensitive to the touch. But untouched. She wanted someone to touch them. Take them, claim them and her. Control her . She bit her lip as she felt herself growing closer to climax.

Alicia moaned, the needfully aroused sound filling the room, her body trembling with the effort of holding back. "Please," she whispered, her voice barely audible over their labored breathing. "Please, let me come."

Her movements grew more urgent, her hips bucking against him, seeking release. His cock throbbed inside her, a warm, pulsing presence that seemed to grow larger with each thrust. She tried to find purchase, to pull herself closer to him.

The air in the room was thick with the sound of their labored breathing. She could feel herself on the brink, the release building inside her, pooling in her core.

Her breasts were flushed, her nipples hard and aching as she ground herself against him, her body quivering with each up and down thrust, his cock filling her completely, stretching her in ways she hadn't known were possible, both painful and exquisite, and she couldn't get enough.

Her hips undulated. His cock slid in and out of her, the friction against her most sensitive spots sending waves of pleasure coursing through her.

She moaned as she felt herself start to lose control, her orgasm building inside her, ready to crash over her in a tidal wave of ecstasy. Her muscles tightened around him, gripping him possessively as she moved faster, her hips grinding against him in a **** attempt to find release.

Her wrist were bond behind her back and she was collared and leashed to the **** rail. She was truly a **** in body and deed now. That was the thought that did it. The realisation of what she was in this body. Not a lord but a ****. And she’d chosen to do this.

The orgasm rocked her to her core, a powerful wave of pleasure that seemed to emanate from the very depths of her being. Her pussy clenched tightly around his cock, gripping him as if she would never let go. Her breath came in ragged gasps as she felt the last tendrils of control slipping away. Her hips bucked involuntarily, urging him deeper, wanting more of the intense sensation that threatened to consume her.

Heat spread through her body, starting at her center and radiating outward in a warm glow. Her nerve endings tingled, every touch magnified a thousandfold as she felt herself surrender to the sensations coursing through her. She imagined how good this would feel with a man that was awake and actively fucking her.

Her breath came in ragged gasps as her muscles tightened, her inner walls squeezing his cock with a vice-like grip. She arched her back, her breasts swaying on her chest, magnificent nipples hard and aching for his touch. She felt herself growing wetter, her need for him increasing with each passing moment.

Her hips bucked against his, her body moving in a rhythm that was both primal and intimate. He thrust deeper, his cock massaging her G-spot in a way that sent shivers of pleasure coursing through her. The pleasure built inside her, a tight coil winding tighter and tighter, until she could feel it spreading outward from her core, filling every inch of her being.

She could feel herself getting closer, closer to the edge of release, and with each passing moment, the sensation grew more intense. Her muscles tightened around him, gripping him possessively as she moved faster, her hips grinding against him in a **** attempt to orgasm.

She leant into him, his cock suddenly hitting her G-spot just right, sending shockwaves of pleasure through her body. Her hips bucked against him. Her muscles tensed, her inner walls squeezing him tightly, milking his cock with ferocity, juices flowing profusely. Hot. Wet. Tight. Shaking. Sweating. Gasping. Moaning.

Alisha’s orgasm built, starting deep within her and spreading outward in waves of pleasure. The sensation was unlike anything she had ever experienced before, consuming every nerve ending, every inch of her being.

As the pleasure crested, she let out a moan that seemed to echo through the room. Her body convulsed around him, her pussy contracting violently, milking his cock with each powerful spasm. She felt herself growing wetter, her need for him intensifying with every passing moment. Her hips bucked wildly, urging him deeper, harder, wanting more of the intense sensation that threatened to consume her. She cried out as she lost control, her orgasm crashing over her in a tidal wave of ecstasy.

Her wrists were bound and pinioned behind her back and she was collared and leashed to the **** rail. She was truly a **** in body and deed now.

The orgasm rocked her to her core, a powerful wave of pleasure that seemed to emanate from the very depths of her being. Her pussy clenched tightly around his cock, gripping him as if she would never let go and the last tendrils of control slipped away. Her hips bucked involuntarily.

Heat spread through her, radiating outward in a warm glow. Her nerve endings tingled, every touch magnified a thousandfold as she felt herself surrender to the sensations coursing through her.