Liam in her former harem

Staring steadfastly at the **** rail Liam ashamedly considered her sudden loss of all status and her inability to fight the sexual urges of her new body. She had practically begged to be fucked. Her recollection was a bit hazy… had she begged? Maybe she had.

The other **** girls in the harem watched her with curiosity and perhaps a touch of envy at the attention she had received. One of them, a an older lass named Nala, smiled at her and offered a reassuring nod. Helen, a pretty little blonde of Bostonian **** stock made a sympathetic noise.

She could feel the cum drying on her inner thighs. Her new naked female sex was on display for all to see. The other girls knew she’d been fucked and in her shame she struggled to make eye contact with them. She was a tiny slavegirl for fucks sake! Just like them… but she was a man. A lord. Their former master. But now she was one of them. Fear and shame had a strange way of exciting her and the more she stewed on her situation the more she stewed in her own juices…

The former Lord knelt with the other **** girls in the harem and brooded over the loss of her power and prestige, feeling the intolerably erotic weight of her new existence as a **** girl. She didn’t understand how this was even possible. Some sorcery or forbidden science. Clearly Baird was a heretic. She’d never thought much about scientific heresy or Acteon’s doctrines that forbade the use or unearthing of new ideas and technology. But now she understood why advanced technology was evil. Now that it had been used to rob her of her body and her very identity. Now that she was trapped as an emasculated slavegirl she had to agree that heresy was wrong. She realised fearfully that she was likely permanently trapped in this tiny female body. Her cock was gone forever. Replaced with a pussy and breasts that were more the property of her master than her own. And with the ****’s bane amping up her libido and docility … with the genetics of a sixth generation slavegirl dictating her emotional responses… she was fucked. Literally and figuratively and six ways from Sunday. She slowly examined her ample breasts and her shaven pussy. They terrified her and… she was a girl. There was something exciting about it… “fucking ****’s bane…” she muttered ruefully. It made her actually like her new body,

That was the hard cold truth. She was fascinated. They other slaves here had been born into this life, and they didn't feel this sense of… wonder? This desire to explore their own flesh. She glanced down at her breasts, feeling self-conscious. She had never known such fullness, such weight. Her breasts were larger than she had ever thought possible and … she couldn’t hate them. The nipples were hard and erect, and she found herself wanting to touch them, to rub them between her fingers, to relive the sensations of Trull manhandling them.

"Sial. They're beautiful," Nala whispered, her voice low and admiring. "Like two perfect fruits waiting to be plucked." She leaned in closer, her breath warm against her **** sisters skin. "I bet your new master can't get enough of them."

Liam blushed. The gentle sway of her breasts felt so strange, so foreign to her. But there was something utterly alluring about them too. She wondered what it would be like to touch them, to feel their weight in her hands.

Her pussy, too, was different, wet and swollen, and she could feel the heat radiating from it. Her tiny little clit was erect and more intensely sensitive than her cock had ever felt. The sensation of a cock in her pussy... that had been sublime. She closed her eyes and summoned the memory and it excited her.

God she was a slut in this body. She knew that she was no longer in control of her body, that it belonged to … her master. She couldn't help but wonder what it would feel like to touch herself, to explore the new, forbidden parts of her body. But she was tied to the **** rail. A slavegirl.

Like Nala and Helen and the others. Liam remembered Nala sucking her cock… her head bobbing as he whipped her ass. The former Lord blushed at the thought.

"You're a lucky one," whispered one of the other girls. "To have made him come like that." She nodded at the cum drying on her inner thighs. It was a lot of cum. Three ejaculations worth.

The former Lord looked up, startled. "What do you mean?"

Nala grinned, a wicked glint in her eyes. "Oh, you know. I saw the way that knight … Trull wasn’t it? The way he looked at you. He’s always looked at you like that. You're special to him all right. And with the defeat of Lord Liam I bet he'll be back for lots more."

Liam felt a strange mixture of shame and arousal. She couldn't deny that the way Trull - no Sial had taken her, claimed her as his own had been more than personal. The raw enmity she felt, his roughness… it had made the sex… exhilarating. Even now, as she knelt there naked and bound to the **** rail, she found herself wishing for his cruel touch again.

"Do you think he'll...?" she asked hesitantly. What… make her his **** wife? Return to take her more?

Nala shrugged, a knowing smile playing at the corners of her lips. "Who can say? Our lords are... unpredictable. Sometimes they like to see us suffer, you know? Other times they’re more... appreciative. It’s a fine line between pleasure and pain, love and hate…” She glanced down at Liam's pussy, wet and glistening in the candlelight. "You never know. You might be lucky. Lord Liam gave you fertility **** so no doubt you’ll have someone’s child."

Liam felt a mix of anticipation and fear churning in her stomach. Part of her was terrified of what Trull or Sial might do to her next, while another part ached for his touch, for the feeling of being completely and utterly claimed. She bit her lip, still tracing the outline of her breasts with her fingers. They felt so full, so heavy. She wondered if they were as large as the other girls. If they would truly grow larger if she became pregnant.

Nala smiled knowingly at her, the light from the candles casting a soft glow across her features. "Don't worry, love. He won't hurt you too badly. Not unless he's in a particularly cruel mood." She leaned in closer, her breath warm against Liam's ear. "And even then, it's not so bad. It just makes it all the more intense."

Liam swallowed hard, feeling a shiver of anticipation run down her spine. She couldn't deny the growing desire within her, the ache between her legs that seemed to grow stronger with every passing moment. She shifted her weight, arching her back slightly as her breasts swayed, heavy and full.

Liam's body tingled with anticipation. "Just remember, it's not about you. It's about him."

Liam shivered as Nala's words sent a thrill of submission through her. She closed her eyes. She could feel herself growing wet between her legs, and the ache in her core grew more insistent with each passing moment. She imagined what it would feel like to have Sial's rough hands on her, to feel his weight pressing her into the mattress as he took her.