Happy ends

Calob tried not to grimace and **** a smile. On a rational level she believed she didn't want this. She fervently hoped she never would. Still, she had to convince Rose to keep her with him... And the truth of the matter was that he was right. A part of her, a primal, instinctive part, wanted this. She looked at his cock nervously, her desire strong, her fear almost it's equal. She climbed from the seat to her knees, the durasteel deck cold. Slaves kneeled before their master and she was a ****. She held her arms against her naked breasts as she looked up. She licked her lips and turned about bending over. "Please master. This is my first time." She bit her lip, waiting for her master to take her. She didn't need to feign arousal. It was clear. Her nipples hardened against the metal deck. Her breasts felt so big. Her sex throbbed. "Please take me." She moved her ass higher so he could take her. "I'm yours. Don't throw me away." Gods, she had wanted to manipulate him into taking her with him but she meant it. She wanted to be taken and not left behind. "Master." She needed to be his. Her mouth was dry as she reached out with her small hands to splay her lips for him.

Rose gripped her hips and positioned his thick cock at Calob’s lips. “Hmm. I have to admit I am intrigued…” he pushed the head into her and Calob shuddered, pushing back to meet his first thrust, the sensation of cock filling her exquisite. She suddenly found her vision swimming, her thoughts scattering as sexual need took control. She fucked him with abandon, hips rocking as she moved along his length. She loved being fucked. It was like a ****. He gripped her hips and pounded into her with unrelenting lust. “Mmmm. My former pussy feels incredible wrapped around my new… oh… mmm… woah… I… Oh…” he gripped her and thrust into her quivering cunt, ejaculating deep in her womb. Calob moaned and closed her eyes, savouring what she though the consummation of their deal. Rose pulled out of her and Calob gasped as her cunt leaked juices down her thighs

Rose toyed playfully with Calob’s tattooed sex then rose up, his juice covered cock before the girl. Nervously Calob licked her lips and then the head of his large slick cock. Rose gripped her hair and pushed her head forward. Calob gagged as the thick cock filled her mouth, semen dribbling to her chin. It smelt masculine and of her pussy. The nipples at the end of her heavy breasts grew hard and erect as she sucked hungrily on the cock that had once been hers. Rose sighed as he face fucked her. Calob lovingly fondled the balls that rested against her pretty chin, mouth stretching as Rose increased his pace.

Calob gagged as she tried to take as much into her mouth as she could. “You’ll need to become a better cocksucker if you want me to keep you…” Roselle observed with a patronising air. He rather enjoyed her mouth wrapped around his cock but was not about to tell her. The look of concern on her face was priceless. This bitch was getting what she deserved though. He motioned for her to continue.

There was a noise from the closet and Rose frowned, sliding his cock out of her mouth. “What was that?” Rose asked. He moved past Calob to the storage cupboard and opened it to see Jaise tightly pressed amongst the equipment there. “Well then. Hello. We have a stowaway…” Rose observed. “Jaise, wasn’t it?”

Jaise looked up from her hiding place guiltily, blinking as she regarded Rose’ erect cock. She wore a cloak and **** silks. “Yes sir… I… I was hoping I could catch a lift.” She explained hopefully, eyes fixated on his cock.

“Hmmm. This is interesting.” Rose said as he regarded her small girlish form.

Jaise shrugged. “Please. I just wanted off the planet…” she begged. “I was exiled here in this body…”

Rose grinned. “I’m sure I can get you off.”

Calob approached and looked down at the smaller girl. Jaise was a bred ****. Sixth generation Hydrian. This was not a good thing. “Um. Rose… Er, I can reverse the effects of the **** ****, remove the tattoo in the med lab and return you to your home…” Calob offered. “No one will ever know you were a ****.”

Rose looked from Jaise to Calob, a grin splitting his face. Calob didn’t like that grin. “Hmmm. Before I might have taken you up on the offer. But I think I like being a man…” Rose said. “And if I go back to my old life… well I might be tempted to take the **** bane.”

“Well there is Sir Wilfred. You could keep his knights body and he could take my current body, be Roselle… or Jaise’.” Calob suggested hopefully. She knew she was betraying Wilfred but her own livelihood took priority.

“Hmmm. Perhaps. Yes I think I will keep Sir Wilfred’s body. It’s superior to your male body. He shall have my original but I think it shall remain a ****. And you Calob, you shall take Jaise’ **** body. Jaise shall take your confederation body… yes. That will be fair… Jaise. Is that acceptable to you?” Rose asked.

Jaise nodded. “Yes. Very.” She grinned.

Calob eyed Jaise’s tiny body with concern. Her current body, Roselle’s Noble woman body stood at six foot seven inches with large D-cup breasts and pleasing curves. Wilfred stood at six foot three, all muscle. Jaise stood in at four foot eleven. Smallish C-cup breasts that looked large on her tiny frame. But Jaise was a **** bred of Hydrian stock. A complete thrall.

“With your new **** **** I think you’ll be insatiable Calob. A total fuckpet. Jaise. You can decide whether you want to keep Calob or send her back to Acteon with me. Wilfred and I will return home to Acteon. I have no real desire to see the confederation… now… swapping.”

With Jaise’ assistance Rose swapped Jaise and an unhappy Calob. Calob struggled against Rose but to no avail. Finding herself in Jaise’s body was odd. She looked up at the figures towering above her feeling so small and weak. Oversexed. That was how she felt. Calob looked up at Jaise in Rose’ body. She realised that she truly had no understanding of Acteon slavegirl’s. Her body tingled and she felt compelled to submissive obedience. It was a mystery how Jaise had managed to resist these urges and escape. “Please… this is too much.” Calob said. Her new body screamed sex.

Then Rose gripped her chin and **** her to take her own medicine. The effects of the **** on Calob’s already heightened libido was ****. “Oh fuck…” Calob moaned as she stripped and started to fondle her new pussy with a vengeance.

A few minutes later Jaise returned in Calob’s male confederation body. Calob literally threw herself at him.

***

Roselle watched her former body as Wilfred groaned and awoke. Then the former knight stiffened at the clearly female tone of her new voice. Roselle had not allowed Calob to dress and so Wilfred could look down and see the two generous breasts on her chest. Her eyes widened. “Calob! What have you done. This wasn’t the deal. You use my body to test and sell your new **** and then we spot… Ouch. Why is my crotch and ass so sore!?” She grumbled. She tilted her head to look at her freshly tattooed sex, her hand tracing the dragon under to her ass crack. “A dragon? My own crest?” She shivered as her body reacted to her own touch.

Rose laughed and pushed her hand away, then thumbed her sex gently in a way he knew she would enjoy. “Well yes. You’re my **** and I’m Sir Wilfred now. The **** is a success and you’ll certainly reap the rewards of it, just not how you expected. I was a free noble woman before Calob gave it too me. But Calob didn’t secure his neural link and he by his own negligence ended up in my body. A right horny slut… I fucked her properly. Calob is a good little **** now… and so are you.”

Wilfred shuddered at the touch on her privates. “No… please…” she struggled against the ****, legs spreading, hips thrusting slowly, eyes glazing over as raw sexual arousal and submissiveness clouded her mind. She grew fevered. “Oh… god… no… I’m no girl! No … ****.” She argued with Rose and herself. Her conviction was already wavering as the reality of her situation grew abundantly clear. It felt so good. So right. She wanted to give in. Needed too. “No…” she moaned huskily, a quivering too her voice. Her rational mind said no but her body said yes.

Rose laughed. “Why sir knight. The lady doth protest too much, methinks…” he ran a finger along her lips up to her hood too her clit. The girl arched her back, unable to resist the pleasurable sensations she was being subjected too. Her nethers felt incredible, a groan escaping her lips as her clit swelled pleasurably. She felt her nipples harden and grow fat, aching to be touched. Without thought her small, slim fingered hand reached up to play with her breast. Her nipples and the rounded flesh of her breast were deliciously erogenous. His hand traced up her mons and the smoothness of her gently rounded belly and he gripped her narrow waist. She watched mesmerised as he unbuckled his britches and removed them. She stared at his half erect cock. That was hers. A possessive desire burned in her belly. Her cock… for her. She swallowed meekly. Then he lifted her in his powerful hands. Her eyes widened as their bodies pressed into each other, her rounded breasts moulding to his muscular form, nipples teased by his chest hair his unshaven chin rubbing roughly against her cheek, his moustache tickling. The cock she wanted rising upwards. Bulbous head against her inner thighs. He lowered her slowly and she whimpered with virginal need, afraid, confused, utterly aroused, in his control and revelling in her submissive sensuality. The thick cock rubbed vertically along her lips, furrowing them, wetness anointing his shaft, labia swelling and moulding against it, clitoris feeling every vein and minute contour of the shaft as she wrapped her legs about him and pressed into him, cock head against her belly. He rocked his hips and kissed her hungrily and she squirmed with fretful need, returning his kiss passionately as they frigged, grinding against each other. “You want my cock in your belly don’t you ****? Your dragon needs to be slain by my sword…”

“God yes!” Wilfred moaned, beyond thought, beyond reason.

With a knowing chuckle he easily lifted her and his cock retreated along its path, the head flicking out to press against her puckered labial lips, then pushing them apart to press deeper to her vulva, aligning with her vagina. He thrust into her muscular canal slowly, and the nerves that lined its moist walls filled her mind with new pleasure. Slowly he slid into her, controlling her descent into her new sexual state. She felt herself stretching as she took his girth inside her, deeper and deeper till his cock rested against her cervix. She found new muscles within her that clenched instinctively about his cock. In this position her clit rested at his pubis, the hairs exciting her pea sized nub. She shuddered and then he started to stroke in and out of her. She rode his glorious cock, slimly curved legs wrapped about him, hot sweaty body pressed against his, his strong callused hands holding her up. Her inarticulate, passionate moans and gasps and cries filled the air as she rode him to her first unmanning orgasm. But he kept going as the pleasure washed over her like a wave. It retreated then crashed over her again. She was lost in the frenzied coupling. Again she orgasmed. Loudly. Welty. Unashamedly. “Oh god… yes!”

Rose thrust his cock into his former pussy and his vision swam as he felt his balls tense as he came. “Hmmm Yes,” he agreed as he filled her with his seed. “I think this is the start of something incredible.” He observed as he slid out of the former knight. He let her to her knees and then guided her mouth to his cock. The head pressed against her mouth and before Wilfred knew what she was doing she was on her knees, cum dribbling from her pussy and licking his cock clean. She reached a hand to her sex, fingering herself as her head bobbed. “All clean. Good girl,” rose observed as he pushed her off his cock. She was displeased as she tried to understand.

Rose turned and went back to the ships common room. There he saw Calob now in Jaise’ small slavegirl body under the common room table. Her former body, now possessed by Jaise, was sitting at the table as she sucked his cock. “Hmmm. Calob seems adept at that.” Rose laughed.

“Hmm. What she lacks in skill she makes up with enthusiasm. So have you decided what you’re doing?” He asked.

“I will return to Acteon. I think I will keep this male body. I like the idea of Wilfred in my former body as my ****. She is suited to the role. You?” Rose asked.

“I have friends in the confederation. I will take Calob back with me. I might keep her like that. Or else I might take my **** on the one who betrayed me. Most likely the latter. Is there a swapper I can take with me?”

Jaise strokes his chin and used the neural link to examine the ships inventory. “Hmm. Yes. Normally I’d be **** to leave a swapper on a protested planet but I expect you’ll use it wisely. There are a great deal of injustices that could be righted…” he observed then went to the med lab to retrieve it. He returned with a hypo. “I found this. It’s a subdermal regulator for Calob’s little **** ****. Once the regulator is in place it will continually produce the ****… I think we should test it…” Jaise suggested.

Calob shivered at the possibilities as Jaise used the hypo, injecting it in her small rounded ass. Jaise then passed it to Rose. Wilfred balked at the notion. Rose took the injector and, grinning, injected Wilfred’s left nipple. The girl let out a cry. Then rose injected her right nipple. “Just to be sure. I don’t want her getting any ideas of escape or ****. Well she can dream but that should stop her from acting on them. I’m definitely not returning to my former body…” Rose turned to Wilfred. “Are you ready to return home.”

Wilfred looked up. “No. Please no. I’m no girl. I don’t … I can’t do this,” Wilfred begged, fearful at the thought of living the remainder of her life as she was. She was scared. She started to cry.

“Oh. Then perhaps you shouldn’t have agreed to traffic in a more potent **** ****. You men… you deserve this. I’m going to take the ships swapper and make it my mission to free as many slaves and enslave as many sexist, shallow men… so don’t fear. You’ll have plenty of company. And you’re hardly an utter Slavegirl…”he reached between her legs and quelled her thoughts with a tickling of her quim.