Phule’s reward

Phule awoke feeling… wrong. Everything was off. The smells were more intense and different. Colours swam more vivid or dull. He groaned and even his voice sounded different. Higher and more throaty somehow. How had he gotten here? He had been thinking about stealing one of the disrupters… and… had he tried to do that? Had one been used on him? It would explain the gap in his memory. But why did everything feel so… wrong. He rolled his head and long hair tickled his bare shoulders. His skin was sensitive, overly so. Had he been ****? He did feel a slight sense of his thoughts being… off. He tried to sit up to find his wrists bound behind him. The bindings were too tight and he felt a distant pang of pain but that was overwhelmed by a strange pleasure. He struggled and he felt an odd swaying sensation on his chest.

“What?!” He looked down and saw… breasts… he stared. Naked, large with big pointy nipples. “What the fuck… no, this isn’t real. It can’t be real!” But it felt real. There was a **** mark was on one of them. On one of his breasts!? He would have touched them to confirm they were real but his arms were bound behind him. But they looked and felt very real. That were… his?! A chain led from his neck to a nearby **** rail. A collar sat snug about his neck but otherwise he was naked. Three naked **** girls knelt or slept, beside him. He swallowed. Even that felt different. He looked down, past his new, perfectly rounded breasts and whimpered in fear. That was a female pussy. His cock was gone, replaced by a shaven mons and delicate female slit with pronounced pink lips and a slightly protruding clit .

“Oh god…” she said.

She. She was a she.

Panic set in as Phule processed the reality of her situation. Or tried too. What kind of sorcery was this? Or perhaps it was some new, twisted technology of Lord Baird’s making? Either way, she had to get answers. Phule's mind raced as she struggled with the bindings, her new female body unexpectedly small and weak. The room seemed so much larger than it should be. The metal collar around her now slim neck was cold and unforgiving, the chain attached to it tinkled with every frantic movement she made - and her proportionately large breasts moved and swayed in a most disconcerting way. How could she be a slavegirl?! What… what if this was forever!?

“Nala. You’re awake…” Lord Baird said with a smirk.

Phule’s eyes shot up and met the cold gaze of the man who had been her lord only hours ago. “Nala? No. My lord. I am Phule. There must be some mistake…” Her voice was wrong. Everything was wrong.

“Nala, I warned you that the penalty for betrayal was beyond imagining…” Baird reminded her.

Lord Baird’s words sent a chill down Phule’s spine, or rather, Nala’s spine. She struggled with the bindings, trying to understand how she could be in this body. Was it a punishment? A mistake? Or something far more sinister? She couldn’t remember … anything. If she had stolen the disruptor… then she had betrayed him. But she didn’t remember doing it.

“What have you done to me?” Nala asked her new voice unfamiliar and foreign. She felt… aroused. Her fear and shock were making her excited in a way she had never felt before. Her nipples hardened, her pulse rose, she grew hot and … wet. She looked down in shock. This was terrible… but it felt very pleasant. This was a slavegirl’s body and it was reacting as a slavegirl on ****’s bane should. Sexual excitement in emotionally charged situations was typically one of ****’s banes effects.

Lord Baird stepped closer, his eyes gleaming with amusement. “I’ve given you a new perspective, Nala.” He said her new name with a sneer. “You see, I know your kind. Mercenaries with no honor, no loyalty. So I had your disrupter rigged. A little gift from me to you. I set it up so that should any of you ever decide to go rogue, take it beyond a certain distance from me or fire it at me… it would activate. And it did. In a most unexpected way. The shock knocked you out. Your former colleagues dragged you back here. And now you’re in the body of a female slavegirl named Nala, and not just any ****, but one of my Lord Liam’s most prized slaves. A very beautiful one. I suspect you’ll find your new life quite...enlightening. But don’t worry. You have company. Sial was once lord Liam you see…”

Nala felt shocked and excited. This couldn’t be happening. She had to get out of here, find a way to reverse this. Fighting was not an option. Her new body was so sensitive and weak. The mere sound of Lord Baird’s angry voice made her skin crawl with pleasure and fear. She felt the urge to beg him for forgiveness. She had to get a grip. She had to think. Bargaining?

“I had to make an example of you… you little cunt…” he slapped her partly naked ass.

The pain was surprising, but the wave of pleasure that followed in her loins was even more so. She had never felt anything like it. She had to resist, had to get free. But her new oversexed female body seemed to have a mind of its own. She could feel herself getting wetter and her breath coming in short, quick gasps. She was hyperventilating in excitement. It was getting harder to think straight. God she was horny.

Lord Baird circled her, his eyes raking over her tiny new form with a predatory gaze. “Your new **** body reacts to pain with pleasure thanks to the ****’s Bane. I’m sure you’ll come to love it. After all, it’s designed to keep slavegirls like you obedient and in line by heightening your sexual pleasure and dulling your aggression and anger.”

Nala gritted her teeth, trying to ignore the intense sensations and needs building inside her. She struggled against the bindings again, **** to escape this fate. But with every movement, she felt herself growing more aroused.

“You betrayed me… and I want my pound of flesh…” lord Baird unbuckled his britches. Nala blinked. His cock was huge. She stared in shocked fascination. Why was she so excited to see her lord’s cock. “Suck it ****,” he instructed.

Phule was a man. A trained mercenary, robber and killer. But she was very much Nala now. In body and at least partly in mind. “Please. I’m sorry. I won’t do it ag-“ he thrust his cock into her mouth to quiet her.

The head of his cock was huge, filling her mouth, pushing her lips apart. She gagged, her pussy aflame suddenly - at her abject submissiveness. Her tongue was **** down as he fucked her face. Her nose pressed against his groin, the musky scent of him assaulting her senses. He smelt intoxicating. His hands gripped her hair, forcing her to take him deeper. Her own body continued to betray her as she felt her arousal grow and respond to him.

She tried to focus on the indignity, to ignore the pleasure that was building inside her. But it was impossible.

Partly it was because Lord Baird was too skilled, too experienced. He knew exactly how to manipulate her senses. Every thrust into her mouth was met with a moan, a gasp, a whimper.

But mostly it was her new body and the aphrodisiac ****’s bane. Shame was a turn on. Submission made her horny. And she was shamefully submissive now.

Her head began to move of its own accord, her body responding to his. She was incredibly aroused. Focused on satisfying her master. She should never have betrayed him. She was such a naughty girl…

Lord Baird began to fuck her face faster, harder. His balls slapped against her chin, driving his cock deeper as her gag reflex was pushed to its limits. Her own saliva mixed with his pre-cum, her tongue working to lap it up. She was so close to a forbidden orgasm, and she knew that if she let herself go, if she came while sucking him off, he would only get angrier. Slaves came when they were told too. Never before. Not when sucking cock. But she didn’t know how to control her new urges.

Her body tensed, her muscles coiled tight, her heart racing. His cock throbbed inside her mouth, and she could feel the warmth of his release building. Her own climax was imminent, but she had to resist. She had to be strong. She could control herself. Couldn’t she…?

Lord Baird thrust his hips one final time, groaning as he came, filling her mouth with his seed. Phule felt the hot, salty liquid spill over her tongue, down her throat. She gagged. Her body betrayed her again, tensing as it tried to push her over the edge, but she held back. She swallowed every last drop, her throat working as she **** herself to take him all in.

Then he slapped her face hard and in that instant she lost all control.

Her body convulsed, her pussy clenching tightly. Her first female orgasm in her **** girl body washed over her petite big breasted body, hot and powerful. Her hips bucked, her moans filling the room. She wanted a cock inside her… in her pussy, not just her mouth.

Lord Baird leaned back, watching her as she writhed beneath him. He reached down and roughly gripped her hair once more, forcing her to meet his gaze. "That's it, ****," he growled. "Enjoy it."

Her body was still wracked with pleasure, but she managed to steady herself. "S-sorry I came master," she stammered, her voice hoarse from the orgasm. "I'll be more careful next time."

“Next time? Oh no, you misunderstand. I’m done with you. You’ll be rejoining my mercenary band as their personal fuck ****. You betrayed me and them with your desertion. You’ll make it up to them for the rest of your life ****.”

He turned and left. Nala started to cry.

"Valet. Gag that **** and whip her for cumming without permission," Lord Baird said, his voice cold and distant. "And then take her to the mercenaries chambers and tell them she is a gift from me." He disappeared through the door, leaving her alone with her tears and her shame.

The valet stepped forward, forcing Nala to open her mouth wider. He stuffed a dirty cloth into her mouth, the rough fabric scratching her tongue and the inside of her cheeks. Then, he grabbed the flogger from the corner of the room and lashed it against her bare back, over and over again. The pain was excruciating, but she barely registered it over her exquisite arousal at each lash. All she could focus on was the humiliation of what was about to happen. She would be a camp slut to her former mercenary brothers.