Nala’s new masters.

The valet untied her wrists and led the new Nala by her leash down the hall to the mercenaries' chambers. She felt and looked like a common **** girl, barefoot on the cold flagstones, hips and breasts swaying unfamiliarly. Her bare back burned from her lashing and tears dried on her cheeks. She was unsteady from her recent flogging and emotionally and physical exhausted by her sudden change in fate and first sexual encounter as a woman. The valet pushed her roughly through the door and she fell prettily to her knees. The mercenaries were gathered around, drinking and laughing, celebrating their victory, their expressions a mix of **** interest and surprise. They already had a number of slavegirls with them, girls from the keeps common **** harem. The girls were lavishing their attentions on the victors as only slavegirls could. They were all lovely and curvaceous, but none were as petite or as beautiful as Nala.

“This is Nala, one of Lord Liam’s former slavegirls, from his personal stable. I have trained her these last three years and she is a perfect **** in body and mind. Lord Baird is gifting her to you for a job well done.” The valet informed them. “He wishes you to draw lots to see who will use her first,” the valet hung her leash on the **** rail and she remained kneeling before her former mercenary brothers, conscious of her nudity.

Nala's eyes widened in horror as the drunken men regarded her with growing interest. She knew them all. Conan, Amra, Krull, Fafhrd, Brak, Thongar, Imaroo and Gerard. "P-please," she stammered, struggling prettily against her wrist ties grip. "I...” she didn’t know what to say. She was Phule? Would they believe her? Would they care? Would they treat her more harshly? She looked so small and **** as she knelt there uncertainly. She definitely felt it.

The mercenaries exchanged knowing glances. “Hello there Nala," Amra growled, pushing her roughly down onto her stomach exposing her bare quivering ass. Her eyes widened as she lay on her belly, breasts pressed into the flagstones, nipples painfully erect. "We’ve never had a **** for our mercenary company before… Welcome to the troop. Normally it’s a ritual for each member of the troop to give a shoulder punch to a fresh recruit. But for a company whore… well I think an ass slap would be more appropriate,” he laughed spanking her hard.

The sting of the slap was immediate and intense, followed by a burning heat. Nala whimpered, her body tensing in anticipation of seven more. Then he ran a hand over her exposed sex, grinning broadly at the abundant wetness her found on her lips and the gasp and little needy wriggle of her ass to rub against his fingers.

These men had know her as a man, as their equal and the shoulder punch was a sign of respect. This though was an overt act of ownership. Of subjugation. They each spanked her, alternating between her ass and her upper thighs, their hands slapping her bare skin with brutal ****. And each toyed and teased her sex in different ways. And she wriggled and moved to accentuate the sensations.

The pain on her rump and upper legs was overwhelming, but it only served to heighten her arousal. The playing and fondling with her sex unmanned her. Her necessitous little movements broadcast her willing submissiveness. She couldn't believe how much she wanted them, how much she needed them to take her. As they continued to punish and play her, she squirmed and moaned, arching her back in **** invitation, her movement seeking more.

“God, she’s a horny little slut,” Brak observed.

“The tattoo on her breast says fifth generation. So she’s a sexual thoroughbred, through and through,” Fathrd noted.

The mercenaries stopped spanking her and slowly drew straws to see who would fuck her first. Nala watched, eyes wide in her prone state, juices coating her thighs. Her breathing was shallow and her heart hammered. Amra, the winner, laughed and easily lifted Nala’s slight body over his shoulder as the others jeered. He carried her triumphantly away to a seperate bedhamber where he threw her facedown onto the downy bed and grabbed her hips roughly, pushing his cock against her wet, eager entrance, holding her hips immobile with ease. She whimpered as his large cock head nestled at her wet swollen lips and she could neither retreat from it nor impale herself upon it. She blinked as she realised she was about to be fucked. “Are you ready… Nala?”

The pause made her frown. Did he know who she had been?!

“Tell me you want it…” he told her, teasingly rubbing his cock up and down her lips.

“Wait…” she shivered as he indolently teased her sex. It was distracting. Thoughts and needs and worries and fears were pushed aside in a coalescing moment of lust.

“Do you want it ****?” Amra pressed.

Nala’s eyes fall closed as the pressure of his cock head pushed her nether lips so that they parted imperceptibly. She nodded. “Yes. Master. I want it…” she admitted.

“Do you deserve this?” Amra asked.

Before she could properly ponder the question he roughly impaled her, feeling him stretch and fill her. She gasped and cried out loudly. “Oh yes master! Fuck me hard!!!” She begged. He began to thrust roughly, his hips slapping against her ass as he fucked her mercilessly.

Her new body was tight and hot around him, and Amra’s own arousal grew with every deep stroke. He grabbed a handful of her hair and yanked her head back, watching the way her breasts bounced with each violent thrust. The room was filled with the sound of their harsh breathing and the slap of flesh on flesh. Nala’s cries grew louder and more ****, her body trembling with the intensity of her need.

Amra began to change his rhythm, thrusting harder and faster as he neared his climax. His hips slammed against ass her again and again, driving his cock deeper into her. She felt herself starting to lose control, her own orgasm building within her.

Amra thrust one final time, his hips slamming against her, and then groaned as he emptied himself deep inside her. She felt his hot seed spill into her womb, filling her completely.

At his release her own body shook with a powerful orgasm, her muscles tensing and releasing as she cried out in ecstasy. Her pussy squeezed tightly around the cock still buried within her, milking it as her climax subsided.

“Good girl...” Amra praises her as he pulled out of her and juices dropped from her sex.

Nala basked in his words of praise for a moment, panting in the heady bliss of her sexual afterglow then considered what Amra had said.

“There was one amongst you. Phule. What became of him?” She asked breathlessly.

“Phule… hmmm. Well… His head should rest on a pike above the battlements. That is the proper fate of traitors and deserters… but Lord Baird banished him. It will be his **** if he ever returns,” Amra said.

Nala swallowed a sob as she realised that this would be her life now. Her former body was long gone. Even if she could lay her hands on the thing that swapped her mind, there was no going back to her former body it seemed.

"So I belong to you all now?" she asked, her voice barely audible above her sobs.

Amra chuckled darkly. "You are ours to use as we see fit. And we shall use you well, little **** girl." Her heart beat quickened at these words.

He pulled her roughly to her feet, wiping her off with a rough cloth. Her body still throbbed from the beating and the sex, but she could feel a new sense of belonging, of purpose. She was theirs now, their ****.

“Come Nala, your new masters await…”