Nala and Sial

Trull, who Sial knew had once been the owner of her body, spoke to Nala as her head bobbed up and down in his lap. That worried Sial as she saw it, particularly with how Trull was looking at her darkly as he spoke.

Sial suspected that Trull was telling Nala that she, the former Lord Liam, had body swapped into Sial's slavegirl body. As Trull ejaculated Nala looked up from underneath the table at Sial, her eyes hard and appraising, and Sial’s suspicions grew. Sial watched nervously as Trull spoke to one of the **** valet’s. The valet nodded and whispered some words to lord Baird. Baird laughed and nodded and the valet promptly took Sial’s leash and led her back to the lord’s **** harem with Trull following with a similarly leashed Nala.

As the Valet tied her to the rail, Sial was extremely conscious of the ties binding her wrists and the leashed collar around her neck.

She watched as Trull removed those same trappings of a **** from Nala. It wasn’t an oversight of decorum by Trull. Clearly the knight was treating Nala differently to her…

Nala smiled down at her fellow **** as she ran her fingers over Sials body, tracing circles around her nipple. Nala’d other hand gripped Sial’s leash and pulled it tight as if she were a master… or mistress. Nala pulled Sial’s leash to heal. "You're such a pretty thing, aren't you… Lord Liam?" she purred. Sial swallowed and nodded, her eyes closing in pleasure as Nala's touch sent waves of desire coursing through her body. “Sial has told me things only we knew. This is… ironic, isn’t it. Lord to ****. We are going to have so much fun my little pet.”

Sial quailed with indignity at her true identity being exposed. At Napa’s naked ridicule and mockery. And if Nala knew it would only be a matter of time before the other girls knew of her utter abasement and treated with the scorn and contempt she deserved. She felt the full dishonour of being a lord trapped in a petite female body in that moment - small, weak and alone. They knew she had been emasculated and enslaved. They had no reason to treat her like one of them and every reason to seek retribution on her. She grimaced in chagrin but again her body betrayed her as she grew excited in spite of herself. To be afraid of a stable of slavegirls was worse than shameful. It was powerfully rousing.

Sial could feel the aroused hardness of her nipples as Nala continued to play with her, the hot slippery wetness growing between her legs. Nala knew. Knew that her breasts and pussy had replaced her muscular torso and cock. Nala’s derisive touch was a clear reminder of everything she had lost … and gained. It was taunting. Teasing. Deft and cruel. “Hmmm. Such big fat nipples. When master breeds you… and he will breed you… these will grow even bigger and more sensitive. A tiny, naked, pregnant ****… I can hardly wait. Liam…” Nala’s hand moved down. Lower. To Sial’s new sex. Sial could feel herself blushing furiously, the hunger inside her clear to see. The hunger for sex, for a master's touch, for submission.

“Do you like your new little clit?” Nala asked as she gripped the tiny nub. “Not as impressive as a cock, is it. You must miss your cock,” she said as she slipped a finger into Sial. Sial gasped and shivered as she nodded. “Clearly you want cock between your legs now, don’t you my lord?” Nala teased. Sial started to cry as she nodded. She wanted cock. Desperately. “So easily manipulated. Sial was the perfect slavegirl wasn’t she my lord…?”

Trull watched from the corner of the room as Nala took her **** on Sial. Sial was being teased, dominated and used in the same way she had treated Nala in her previous existence as a man and lord. And Sial was loving it. She was revelling in the powerlessness, in the degradation. It was everything she had always craved, but had never known she craved. She had always taken pleasure in dominance… but never had she contemplated her own pleasure from submission.

And this was bondage. True, real bondage - not play acting at it. Trull didn’t miss that body in the least. But seeing Liam in it was exhilarating.

Sail could feel the firm imprisonment of the leather around her wrists, the cold metal leash now held by Nala, the collar snug around her neck. It all seemed so right to her now, as if this was where she truly belonged.

As Nala took her, thrusting her fingers in and out of Sial's wetness, her hips bucked against Nala’s fingers. The pleasure was almost too much to bear. Nala knew. Sial arched her back, moaning loudly as the sensations washed over her.

"Oh yes," Nala purred, "that's it. Take it, take all of it. You're mine now, remember?" She pressed harder and deeper between Sial's folds, rubbing her thumb roughly against the little sluts clit. "You're just my little plaything, aren't you?" These were the words Lord Liam had once spoken to Nala when they had been a man and **** master.

The sensation of another woman's fingers inside her was almost too much to bear. Sial arched her back, crying out as the pleasure coursed through her. "Please, Mistress," she begged, her voice thick with desire. "I'm yours. Do whatever you want with me." And she meant it. In that moment she felt as if she had been reborn as this **** girl, as if this was the life she was meant to lead.

Nala smiled down at her as she furiously thrust her fingers deeper inside. "Oh, you like your new pussy ****?" she purred. "You like feeling used and dominated? How the mighty have fallen," Sial nodded, her breath coming in ragged gasps as the pleasure built inside her.

"I want you to always remember when you were the one giving orders," Nala continued, her fingers finding a frantic rhythm that sent waves of pleasure coursing through Sial's body. "And that now you're nothing but a **** girl, a pretty little plaything for me to use and ****." Sial arched her back, moaning loudly as the sensations overwhelmed her.

She felt Nala's fingers slide inside her, stretching her, filling her, claiming her. She struggled against the notion but this felt like it was everything she had ever wanted, everything she had ever dreamed of. The feeling of being owned, of being completely at the mercy of another woman, was intoxicating. Her hips bucked against Nala's hand, her breath coming in ragged gasps. She arched her back, reveling in the sensation of being used and dominated. the leash tugging at the collar around her neck -a constant reminder of her new place in the world. A **** and willing fuckpet. “No…” she gasped. She was a man… they couldn’t take that from her… but she knew they could. They had.

Nala smiled down at her, her eyes dark with lust as she leaned forward, her breasts pressing against Sial's. "You're so wet," she purred, her fingers slipping in and out of Sial's wetness. "You're loving this, aren't you? You're loving being my ****." Sial nodded, unable to speak as the pleasure coursed through her. "That's right," Nala whispered, "you belong to me now. You'll always belong to me."

Sial arched her back, moaning as the sensation of being used and dominated consumed her. She felt herself growing closer to the edge, her body tense and ready to explode. "Please, Mistress," she begged, her voice hoarse with desire. "Make me come." Nala smiled, her fingers picking up speed inside Sial.

With a final thrust, Nala pushed her fingers deep inside, hitting Sial's G-spot with precision. Sial cried out, her body convulsing as wave after wave of pleasure washed over her. She could feel herself spasming around Nala's fingers, her juices coating their skin as she came.

Nala watched her **** girl's face contort in ecstasy, her own heart racing with the thrill of dominance. She leaned down, capturing Sial's lips in a rough, possessive kiss as they both came apart. When she finally pulled away, Sial was gasping for air, her eyes half-closed with pleasure.

"That was very good," Nala purred, her fingers still buried inside Sial. "You're such a responsive little pet." She withdrew her hand, only to replace it with her lips, kissing and sucking at Sial's swollen folds. "And you taste so sweet."

The door opened and Lord Baird entered. He took in the scene of Nala with Sial and grinned at the watching Trull. “Nala isn’t it. I have a favour to ask of you, not too dissimilar to that of the new Trull here. One of my men, Phule, betrayed me and he deserves punishment. How would you like to be free of the Harem for good?” Baird asked.

“Free master? I would like that very much…” Nala agreed.