Kyra

Rene quailed in confusion. She was a man. A career soldier. A leader possessed of a strong personality, drive, conviction and confidence. But her body reacted to her former subordinates touch. Her heart beat faster. Her nipples tingled peculiarly as they crinkled hard and erect and overly sensitive. They were little erogenous nubs, presses against the primitive cold course weave of Luke’s mail shirt. Her loins swelled and moistened receptively. Her mind was filed with thoughts fueled by her unusually strong and submissive libido. Her down on her knees sucking obediently on her masters thick proud cock. Her in ropes, hogtied at his mercy. Her on all fours being taken. Female urges that had been genetically engineered and imprinted as instincts upon her mind. Traits selectively bred to create the perfect ****. Her training and resolved were overcome in an instant as she found her body taking over.

Then Luke moved away and Rene was left in a confused and horny state. She bit her lip and looked up at him, face flushed and eyes betraying her overwhelming need. He gave her a roguish grin, equally interested in her but in control of himself... and her. She realises that her need was his to dictate. She shivered convulsively as the extent of her enthralment was made clear. She tugged on her traces.

“Now I have the subdermal swapper. I’ll give it to you when we arrive at the castle. We don’t want you getting second thoughts now do we pet.” Luke asked.

Rene frowned. The plan had been for her to have the swapper immediately. That way if she needed to she could escape this body if she ever needed to. If she were kidnapped or became seperate from Luke. She wanted to protest but found herself nodding instead. She was having second thoughts. For now it would be best to get used to her body.

“Good.” He looked out over the ocean, scanning and squinting. “Ah. Our boat.” He observed, noticing a twin master small vessel rounding a rock bluff near the river mouth. The bows glided through the waves with a strange grace. She’d never seen a sailing boat before. It furled sails and came in on the small jetty.

“Master Abdul! Is that our lords new ****?” A scruffy sailor asked as he tied off the boat on a bollard.

“This? Yes. Her name is Rene... she’s a major slut...” Luke said.

Rene’s eyes widened in surprise. He’d used her real name! What was he thinking?

“Yeah. He likes to name them all Rene...” the sailor observed. Rene frowned. Had this been in the briefing dossier?

“Heh. Yeah. I heard.” Luke responded as the captain appeared.

“Abdul! Good to see you! Kyra. See to Rene!” He growled. A sleek naked Slavegirl roused herself from her fur bed on the deck and regarded the bound Rene.

“Bound? She’s not yet had the **** **** master?” She asked. She was not a purebred **** like Rene and she seemed more self possessed. She was clearly of mixed ancestry. There was a slightly **** edge to her eyes. She stretched catlike, breasts proud and nipple pointed as she slunk from the boat to the jetty to Rene. She took Rene’s chin in her grip and eyed the **** then leant in and kissed her hungrily. “Hmmmmm.”