Laurence Joo

Alisha waited for Briv to take her to Laurence Joo, naked and chained to a **** rail. She was horny. She missed her male body and power. She worried about the wisdom of her plan. She’d experienced sex once already in this female body and it had been something of a revelation. What if she were trapped like this. Her nipples hardened and her pussy tingled at the thought. It was foolish she knew, but she wanted to stay like this for a little longer. What was she thinking. She was a man. A lord. Lord Baird. But… what if she wasn’t. Being a slavegirl was so exciting. She was utterly sensual. Completely female.

The **** warden Briv arrived to take her to the dining hall as instructed by Lord Baird. Briv walked with a spring in his step as he approached the dining table, his hand tight around Alisha's leash.

The hall was a grand affair, with vaulted ceilings adorned with intricate tapestries depicting scenes of battle and triumph, the light from the flickering torches playing off the gleaming steel armor of the knights. The walls were lined with suits of armor standing sentinel, the ancestors of the castle's inhabitants watching over the feast. The long table was laden with roast meats, steaming vegetables, and flagons of wine. Knights and lords were seated at the table, their faces flushed with drink and merriment. Laurence Joo looked up as Briv nervously approached, his eyes drawn to the beautiful red-haired slavegirl on her leash.

Bribe begged for the interceder’s attention, “Sire? May I trouble you for a moment?”

"Yes, speak," he said as Briv bowed slightly.

"Esteemed knight, it has been noticed that you are new to New Hope Castle, and the Lords wish to show hospitality..." He gestured to his right, at the girl.

She was quite short, perhaps 5'0", or in Acteonese measurements, seven and a half krems. She was utterly beautiful. Her face was small, pixielike, with large red lips and green eyes. Her hair was long, cascading over her shoulders, halfway down her back, and it was fiery red, but she had little of the freckling of the skin associated with her hair color. Her breasts, though not large, seemed full on her diminutive, fragile frame.

The leather leash tightened in Briv’s grip, and he could feel the heat radiating from her body, her desire palpable in the air.

"This," he announced proudly, "is Alicia, a gift for your evening’s pleasure."

Joo's eyes lit up like the torches in the room, feasting upon her exposed flesh. He was a tall, muscular man, with a square jaw and piercing blue eyes that seemed to see right through her. He leaned back in his chair, stroking his chin thoughtfully, his gaze never leaving her body. "Indeed," he murmured, "A lovely specimen." He took the leash and offered his thanks.

"Kneel beside me, little one." The girl dropped to her knees immediately.

"What is your name, ****?" He asked.

"Alisha, if you please, my Lord," she answered, half-whispering.

"Well, then, Alisha, you will follow me to my quarters, one pace behind; no less." He stood, tugged on the leash, and began to walk back to his room at the inn. The former Lord Baird jumped up and fell in step behind him.

She was a model of obedience and Joo spent some time using her mouth while he sat in an armchair. She was rather inexpert, and the tattoo on her left breast, marking her as a ****, was still fresh and healing and Joo wrongly assumed her to have been recently trained.

Alicia's initial **** to suck cock was palpable, her eyes wide with a mix of fear and curiosity as she knelt before the towering figure of knight Laurence Joo. The hard timber floor of the inn sent shivers up her spine, but it was nothing compared to the tremor that shot through her as she felt his cock, hard and unyielding, press against her soft, inexperienced lips. She took a deep breath. It was a strange and terrifying new world she found herself in, but she knew she had to play her part to the fullest if she was to maintain her ruse and trap her enemy. Ten minutes of contact was all she needed.

As she began to tentatively explore the knight's manhood with her tongue, she felt a strange sensation stirring deep within her. It was a mix of submission and innate ****, a battle between the lordly dignity she had once known and the animalistic urges that seemed to be taking over her body. Each stroke of her tongue, each suck and bob of her head brought forth a whirlwind of thoughts and emotions that she had never encountered before. She felt her cheeks grow hot with the embarrassment of her position, yet her naked body responded with a traitorous warmth that seemed to melt away her inhibitions. She was growing aroused.

Joo’s hand rested confidently on her head, guiding her movements, his gentle yet firm grip subtly reinforcing her role. The former Lord Baird, now almost wholly Alicia, could feel her resolve wavering as she grew accustomed to the rhythm, her mouth and tongue moving almost of their own accord. Her mind reeled as she tried to cling to her male identity in the face of the eager little slut her body seemed so eager to become. The ****, **** bane, made it almost impossible. She told herself that the pleasure she felt was not her own, that it was not real, but it was undeniably increased with each pulse of the knight's cock between her lips.Right now, at this moment, she loved being a naked slavegirl on her knees servicing her enemies cock. Soon it would be Joo in this position, in this role… but did she really want to give this up? Being submissive like this, not having responsibilities or worries. Being a creature of pleasure. It was enticing. Maybe she could stay like this a little longer. But she would need to remove the mind swapping device and Joo would find out… and then she would be taken back to the confederation. That was unacceptable.

Alicia had to keep her focus on the task at hand. She had to make Joo trust her, to think that she was utterly devoted to him. Keep close to him for ten minutes…. And she had to keep her mind from straying too much into the sensations of her new form. The pleasure was overwhelming at times, and she feared she might get lost in it. She wanted too. Badly.

But she had a job to do.

Her mind conflicting between the proud lord and the submissive slavegirl. Yet she knew that she couldn’t indulge in these thoughts for long. Baird, dutifully sucking her masters cock, was now fully immersed in her role as Alicia. She heard him groan and redoubled her efforts with servile excitement.

With a final grunt, Joo emptied himself into her mouth, his hot seed spurting against her tongue. She took it all, swallowed it greedily. Her small mouth remained open for a moment, gasping for air as she looked up at him with a mix of disbelief and longing. He pushed her away onto the floor where she lay ignored and gasping - he had used her, enjoyed her, and now she was nothing but a receptacle for his seed, discarded on the timber floor. But even as she lay there, feeling his cum trickle down her chin, she found that she craved more. Her body was alive with sensations that she had never felt before, and as she collected herself and her wits returned she realized with a start that she enjoyed it. She wanted more. And the ten minutes had to start again… she sighed contentedly.

Joo went to a desk and sat down, taking out a parchment and ink. He began to scribble furiously, ignoring her presence. Alicia watched him, her eyes tracing the lines of his muscular body as she slowly rose to a kneeling position, wrists still bound. He was handsome, she admitted to herself, in a rough, brutish kind of way. She felt a strange yearning to please him, to be more than just a convenient hole for his cock. It was the **** band and her new body that made her think like this but it seemed right. So she knelt there quietly, her body still trembling with need, and waited.

The scent of sex lingered in the air, thick and heavy. She could taste him on her tongue, feel him in her throat. It was a strange feeling, being used so casually and yet feeling so alive. She watched as he dipped his quill into the ink and wrote, his hand steady and sure. What was he writing? Was it about her? The thought sent a thrill through her, a mix of fear and excitement. She felt like a toy, something to be played with and then forgotten, but the part of her that was still Baird knew that she had to maintain her cover, had to keep him close. Get him to fuck her.

Her eyes strayed to the floor beside her, where a puddle of his cum had formed. She felt an overwhelming urge to dip her fingers into it, to taste it again. But she resisted, knowing that she had to keep her focus. She had to remember why she was here. She had to make him believe she was nothing but a willing plaything. So she waited, her knees slightly spread, her breasts heaving with each breath, her pussy wet and begging for his touch. God she wanted his cock.

Joo finally looked up from his parchment, his eyes sweeping over her like a conqueror surveying his spoils. He stood, and without a word, he reached out and grabbed her by the arm, pulling her to her feet. His strength was undeniable, and she stumbled after him, the leash trailing behind her like a tail. He led her to the large, canopied bed in the corner of the room, and she couldn't help but feel a thrill of anticipation. The bed was massive, the velvet covers a stark contrast to the rough, wooden floor. He pushed her down onto the mattress, the softness enveloping her, as he unbound her wrists and attached them to the rings set into the headboard with deft movements. She was now his to do with as he pleased, utterly at his mercy. Until she was not… he slapped her face lightly and she felt a spark of arousal flare up inside her. She was here to serve him, to get close to him. She wanted that!

He climbed on top of her, his weight pressing her small frame into the softness of the bed. His cock was still hard, and she felt it pressing against her stomach. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath, bracing herself for what was to come. Excited. Afraid to lose herself. Wet. He leaned down and took one of her nipples between his teeth, biting down hard. She gasped, the pain an unexpected pleasure that shot straight to her core, her pussy contracting. The ****, **** bane, had its insidious effects; even the harshest treatment brought her a strange, dark enjoyment. She felt her slight body betraying her as she arched up into the bite, her slick pussy growing wetter with each sharp nip. She knew she had to keep her wits about her, to not get lost in the sensations that the **** was forcing upon her, but it was becoming increasingly difficult.

With a grunt, he pushed her legs apart and lined himself up with her entrance. She felt the tip of his cock at her opening, and she couldn't help but push back, eager for the feeling of being filled. The haze of the **** bane made it hard to resist, her eyes pleading. With a smirk, he thrust into her, filling her completely in one swift motion. She cried out, the mix of pain and pleasure making her head spin. He began to move inside her, his hips slamming into hers, each stroke driving him deeper and harder. She felt her body responding, her pussy tightening around him, her hips rising to meet his. It was almost too much. She had to last ten minutes. But she didn’t want too… she was lost in the sensations.

Her mind was a whirlwind of conflicting emotions. Fear, anger, desire. She was a lord, not a whore. And yet, here she was, taking a man's cock like it was all she was meant to do. The thought should have repulsed her, but instead it only fueled her passion. She felt the heat building inside her, the beginnings of an orgasm. She bit her lip to keep from crying out, her nails digging into the soft pillows beneath her. She had to focus, had to remember why she was here. But it was so hard. So very hard. Ten minutes.

Joo's hands roamed over her body, his calloused thumbs flicking her hardened nipples, sending jolts of electricity down her spine. Her eyes rolled back in her head as he picked up his pace, his balls slapping against her ass with each thrust. She was so close. Too close. She couldn't let this happen. Not yet. But it was like trying to hold back the tide. The pleasure washed over her, threatening to drown her in its intensity. She was losing herself, becoming nothing more than a willing vessel for his lust.

With a growl, he reached down and grabbed her by the throat, squeezing just enough to make her eyes widen with a mix of fear and excitement. She could feel his cock swelling inside her, knew he was close to release. And still, she couldn't hold back her own climax. It hit her like a storm, wave after wave of pleasure crashing over her as she bucked and writhed beneath him. Her pussy clamped down around his cock, her juices flooding the bed as she came, screaming his name like a whore. It was everything she never knew she wanted, and it terrified her. He started to cum. And then they swapped bodies. Joo was in Alisha’s body. Baird was in Joo’s body. As they both came!

The world spun around her, and when she opened her eyes again, she found herself looking down at her own naked body, writhing in pleasure beneath her. Baird was a man again, in Joo's body now, his cock still buried deep within her, his hands around her neck. Her eyes screwed shut as she came. For a moment he panicked, then he laughed. Joo opened her new eyes and a look of shock and confusion was on Joo's new face, now trapped in her body. She was just as overwhelmed by the sensation as he had been.

Joo looked up at him, her expression a mix of aroused confusion. He kissed her and she kissed back. It was a strange and exhilarating sensation, one she had never experienced before, but she kissed hungrily, instinctively. Her body was responding to him in ways she didn’t quite understand, her new breasts feeling heavy and sensitive. His cock was still in her! It felt good!

“Ah, that's the ****, my little fool," he said as he broke off the kiss. "You can't help yourself. You don't know how hard it was for me to be a slavegirl for the three days I waited for you. It's just about impossible not to submit to your owner's wishes. Which is why this body is the perfect dumping ground for you." He straightened up, got off the bed and began to dress. "Don't look so surprised. I knew you were coming for me. Some of the watchers are easily bribed. It doesn't matter - I suppose this could have been done differently, but I had my reasons, which a **** hardly needs to know about." He released her bonds, rolled her tiny body over easily, and reattached the wristcuffs behind her back.

"Kneel by the door, ****," he commanded. She obeyed crawled off the bed and obediently knelt in the place he'd prescribed. Her heart raced, and she found herself thinking about his cock. Her eyes were lowered as he attached the leash to her collar, and her gaze rested on the fresh tattoo, which still felt raw and was beginning to scab over. '****,' the first line read in small calligraphics. She certainly felt like a ****. The second line indicated her breed, Bendari, and lineage - fifth generation. She stared in shock, understanding how fucked she was. Figuratively and literally as semen oozed embarrassingly from her still tingling sex.

He had brought Alisha back to the Castle that night and handed her over, despondent and exhausted, to Briv the ****-warden.