Prelude to Kibel

"Now, my dear," Liz began, his voice strong and sure, "you're going to learn just how much you're going to love serving me."

Ron felt his hand slip lower, his fingers finding their way to her clit. She gasped as he began to rub it with surprising skill. After all he had known her body intimately for all his life, knew exactly what she liked. The thought of Liz now in her body, using her body to pleasure himself, made her stomach churn, but her traitorous body was responding in ways she couldn't control. She spreed her legs needfully.

"Look at you," Liz said, his voice low and dark with amusement. "You're already begging for it." Liz laughed. “I have a confession to make. I only married you for the money. After serving the five years specified in the prenup I was going to divorce you and take half of everything you had in the settlement - but then you suggested I be modded to become your submissive wife for your work trip to Kibel… I was furious. I’d already played at being your dutiful wife for years and now you wanted me to give up my freedom and be your little toy in a city state where all women were modded to be pets and slaves. It was too much. I’d practically be your property in a place where it was the social norm whilst you would be more of a man. So I changed our paperwork. Now I control everything. Including you!” He slapped Ron’s ass.

The sting of his hand on her skin sent a thrill of excited eroticism through her new body, nipples and loins tingling in response. She couldn’t believe what she was hearing and was only now understanding the full extent of what Liz had done to her. Her mind raced, trying to find a way out of this situation - it was a fraudulent contract. She had to find a way to challenge it, otherwise she was his, utterly and completely. But she couldn’t think how!

The hand moved away and she heard the sound of a zipper, followed by the rustle of fabric. Ron's mind was racing but she couldn't help but anticipate what was about to happen. She felt his cock, hard and demanding, press against her wetness. "But first," he said, "I want you to perform your wifely duties with my newly enlarged cock..."

Ron felt the tip of his cock pushing into her, stretching her in ways she never knew she could be. She whimpered, a mix of pain and pleasure. He was so much bigger than before and she could tell! "Yes, just like that," he murmured, his voice thick with lust. "Take it all in, my beautiful wife. I know you planned to make me pregnant when I was your thrall. You still want kids, don’t you Liz?

Ron's mind reeled at the thought. Kids? But Liz was a man now! But the plan had been for Liz to have kids. It was so confusing and difficult for Ron to process with here new mental limitations. She wanted sex and that lead to kids. She giggled. "I... think so," she managed to stutter out.

Liz thrust in deeper, filling her completely. Ron couldn’t believe the size of him. "You know what's even better?" He whispered, his voice a mix of pleasure and cruelty. "Now that you're the one with the womb, I can fuck you all night and never have to worry about pregnancy. I can just enjoy the view."

“Mmmmmm” Ron responded.

The feeling of his cock inside her was overwhelming. It was like nothing she had ever felt before. Her body was responding to him in a way she didn’t think was possible. The pain and confusion of the situation was mixing with an intense arousal that was building deep within her. She felt his cock pulse and throb with each thrust and she couldn’t help but moan with each one.

Liz’s hand reached around her body and began to play with her clit again, increasing her pleasure as he claimed her in the most primal way possible. "You're going to love being my little breeding slut," he said, his voice a mix of sarcasm and lust. "Every night, you'll be begging for my seed, won't you?"

Ron could feel her orgasm building. She couldn't deny the intense pleasure that was building within her, and she found herself pushing back against him, silently begging for more.

He stopped and held her hips. Keeping her motionless. Depriving her of what she clearly needed, enjoying his power and control of his former husband. “I am the one in control now. I asked a question and I expect an answer. I expect you to obey me in all things. Are we clear Liz?” Liz said.

Ron nodded, her voice small and submissive. "Y-yes, I understand."

“Good. What is your name?” Liz asked.

Ron took a deep breath, trying to reconcile the reality of her situation with the words she was about to say. “I’m Liz,” she replied meekly.

“Good. And what is my name?” Liz prompted.

Ron swallowed hard, the taste of defeat thick in her mouth. “You’re Ron,” she replied, the words sticking like a lump of molasses.

“And what do you call me?” Liz pressed.

Ron felt a cold shiver run down her spine. “Master?” she offered hesitantly.

“Good girl. Or sir…” Liz chuckled, correcting himself. “Now, let’s see how well you can serve me.” He thrust into her again, holding her hips firmly. “You need to think of yourself as Liz now. My pet and the future mother of my children.” Liz’s voice was cold and calculating, enjoying the power he now held over her.

Ron’s mind was spinning, trying to comprehend the reality of her new life. The pain and pleasure mixing together in a confusing whirlwind of sensations. She felt his cock pump into her, filling her completely, and she couldn’t help but let out a soft moan of submission. It was as if her body had been programmed to respond to him in this way, and she had no control over it. He wanted her to think of herself as Liz. I am Liz, she thought to herself.

Liz’s hand reached up to play with her breasts, his fingers pinching and rolling her nipples, eliciting gasps of pleasure from her. In her state of heightened arousal she was starting to forget that she had ever been a man, that she had ever had control over her own body or life. The only thing that mattered was pleasing her new husband, her master. She was Liz. Wife and future mother.

Ron's - now Liz's - body quivered with each thrust, her walls clenching around his thick cock. She was no longer the dominant one in the relationship; she was the submissive, the vessel for his desires. It was a strange role reversal, but one that her new body seemed to crave. The pleasure was intense, almost too much to handle, and she felt herself getting closer and closer to the edge of an orgasm that she hadn't even allowed herself to dream of.

The new Ron laughed as he fucked Liz.

Liz’s body was not her own anymore, it was his plaything, his prize. He pushed into her, watching his cock disappear into her pussy, feeling the tightness and heat of her body around him. He had never felt so alive, so powerful. “I think I’m going to enjoy working in Kibel with you by my side.” He said, his strokes becoming harder and faster.

Liz felt her cheeks burn with a mix of embarrassment and anger. The thought of being a mere accessory to him in such a place was degrading. But the pleasure was too intense to think about that now. Her body was responding to his every touch, and she could feel the beginnings of an orgasm building deep within her.

He reached down and slapped her ass again, the sound echoing through the room. "That's it, baby," he said, his voice filled with satisfaction. "You're going to be the best little breeding slut Kibel has ever seen."

Liz blushed, her mind a blur of emotions. Anger, fear, and a deep, burning need for release. She didn’t know how she was going to live like this, but right now all she could focus on was the feeling of Ron’s cock inside her. It was so much bigger than she ever imagined, and the way he was using her was unlike anything she had ever experienced.

With each stroke, she felt more and more like a possession, a thing to be used and enjoyed by her new husband. It was a terrifying thought, but it only served to drive her closer to the edge of climax. She didn’t know how to fight it, or if she even wanted to. Her body was betraying her, responding to his touch like it had been made for this exact purpose.

And then it happened. The orgasm crashed over her like a wave, making her body convulse and her vision swim. She screamed out, her voice high and ****, as she felt herself let go. Ron chuckled above her, his strokes never faltering. “That’s it, Liz. Take it all. Just so you know, you’re at your most fertile right now and you’re not on birth control anymore. I’ve made sure of that. So every time I fill you up with my cum, you’re going to have the chance to make me a daddy. How do you like that?”

Liz felt her body shudder as Ron's grip tightened on her hips, his strokes becoming more erratic and forceful. She knew he was close to his own release, and the thought of him filling her with his semen sent a fresh wave of arousal through her. She bit her lip, trying to hold back the moans that threatened to escape as she felt his cock swell inside her.

With a final, powerful thrust, Ron came, filling her to the brim with his cum. The feeling of his hot seed spilling into her was overwhelming, and she couldn’t help but cry out, her body trembling with the intensity of her orgasm. She had never felt so used, so owned, and yet so incredibly turned on. Her walls contracted around him, eager to keep him inside her, even as she felt the warmth of his release spreading through her.

As Ron's climax subsided, he pulled out, leaving her feeling empty and exposed. He looked down at her with a mix of triumph and hunger in his eyes. "See, Liz, this is what you were made for," he said, his voice still filled with lust. "To serve me, to be my breeding slut. And now that I've claimed you, you'll always crave this."

Liz nodded.