No plan survives contact with the enemy

Briv the valet was a lean, fastidiously dressed man who took great delight in his power over his slavegirl charges. A moustache twirler and brow archer he had a keen eye for a rebelliously spirited slavegirl and was a keener touch with the **** whip. Whilst he oversaw the common slavegirl’s in the keep’s common harem he also diligently managed the most desirable slavegirl concubines in the king’s personal stable.

Briv astutely entered Lord Baird’s bedchamber - as he had been instructed - and took in the sight of the petite slavegirl Alisha mounted self servingly on top of Lord Baird’s comatose body, arms pinned and pinioned behind her by leather ties, leash firmly affixed to the **** rail, naked as the day she was born, white lilac skinned face and breasts flushed red with sexual gratification well sated. He half smirked knowingly and half sneered lustfully at the little slut. Baird had mentioned his sleeping fits and somnabulstic bouts and also that he intended to make use of the virginal Alicia in his plans. But clearly Alicia was not virginal. She was beautiful and unique enough to capture and hold the attention of his lord the king - she should be in the King’s personal stable, but Baird had paid Briv handsomely to install her in the common harem, protect her virtue and offer her to a common visiting knight of no standing or renown.

Briv, who knew which side his bread was buttered on, had informed the King of Lord Baird’s request. With unusual mirth and a worrisome glimmer in his eye the King had instructed Briv to carry out Lord Baird’s scheme.

And so Briv was here to take Alisha back to the common harem and then present the girl to this unknown knight, Laurence Joo. It baffled Briv that so much attention was being lavished upon a lowly slavegirl. She was undeniably beautiful, exquisitely so, but she remained nothing but chattel in Briv’s esteem. Briv knew nothing of mind swapping technology, interceders, watchers, the confederation or Lord Baird’s cunning plans. Had he known he may have followed Lord Baird’s instructions to the letter. He would come to understand his folly in time though. But hindsight is like that.

Alisha’s eyes fluttered open, still dazed from the overwhelming pleasure that had just consumed her. Lord Baird’s male psyche was utterly unprepared for the emotional, physical, hormonal and biological demands of a slavegirl of considerable breeding in the grip of ****’s bane. Had she known how overwhelming her **** urges were she would not have done the swap. The large thick cock inside her was softening and she blushed at her predicament as she looked up at the valet, her body still tingling from her former cocks invasion. Her pussy ached for more, her nipples were hard as pebbles, her skin flushed with desire. She was upset that her heavenly joy ride was all done but also felt a newfound awareness of her surroundings, of her place in this world. Of her lowly status not as a lord but as a **** with unquenchable sexual needs.

The valet smiled down at her, his eyes gleaming with lust. "Hello there my little Alisha," he purred. "I see you’ve been having fun with your narcoleptic lord." He gripped her chin firmly, looking her directly in her dolefully vapid eyes, seeing large irises that bespoke a **** in the grip of ****’s bane. He grunted, tracing a line down to her neck where her leather collar lay. It was a Bendari **** torc, a thing of artfully braided leather set with a brass O ring that sat snug about the isthmus of her neck. He roughly grabbed and twisted the leather causing it to constrict tightly about her nape and throat, **** her slightly. The sudden and unexpected roughness elicited a deep throaty moan of pleasure. He toyed with the O ring that sat at the crook of her neck, admiring the indents of her clavicles and perfect roundness of her breasts, overly pronounced by her backward bending shoulders. The distinct anatomy of a properly pinioned slavegirl always looked desirably helpless to him. His hand slid down her brass leash to grab its leather loop handle which he unhitched from the **** rail. "Come ****, Lord Baird has a task for you to perform."

Alisha's body trembled as she felt the weight of his words, recalling her clear instructions to Briv with… regret? She nodded, her eyes fixed on the floor as Briv tugged her leash and led her out of her former bedchamber through the back ways of the king’s keep. As they walked the narrow gothic servants corridors she could still feel the residual ache in her pussy from her earlier orgasm, the cum dribbling down her inner thighs, but the need for release was already building inside her again.

Her nakedness in this body in the common areas of the kings keep left her feeling **** and exposed. A knight walking towards them made Briv pause. Alicia looked up at him, acutely aware of her diminutive stature, bound wrists and neck and bare body. “And who is this pretty little thing? I don’t believe I have seen this slavegirl before.” He asked as he ran his hand over her breast.

The former lord started nervously but her skittishness was short lived as she found herself leaning into the knights exploring touch. His hand moved lower towards her sex and the new Alicia could scarcely think as he ran his hand over the lips of her sex.

“Sir Begnir, this is Alicia, she is one of the King’s chosen,” Briv lied.

The keeps servant passages were a labyrinth of arched stone corridors, dimly lit by flickering torches that sat irregularly in wall sconces. The air was thick with the smoke, sweat and a faint musk of antiquity. The walls were adorned with tapestries depicting scenes of battle and conquest, the faded threads whispering of glories long past. The corridor they walked down was eerily quiet, with only the occasional echo of distant footsteps to break the silence.

Briv lead Alicia past heavily reinforced doors, the brass decorations gleaming with age and the oil of constant maintenance. The walls of the keep were thick and solid, the stones worn smooth by the centuries. The floors were cold and hard underfoot, a stark contrast to the plush rugs she had become accustomed to as Lord Baird.

The vaulted ceilings were high above them, with arches that stretched into shadowy recesses, hinting at storerooms and other secrets hidden within the castle's depths. The air grew warmer as they approached the common **** harem, the faint sounds of nervously whispered conversations floating through the air.

“Who dares talk!” Bric growled as he entered with Alicia.

The whispers turned into a sudden silence. The air grew thick with the scent of fear and submission as the slavegirls looked resolutely downwards, leashed to their posts and rails. The harem was a large stone chamber with a high ceiling, the only light coming from the candles and torches that cast dancing shadows across the floor. The walls were lined with plush pillows and silk hangings, giving it a decadent yet eerie atmosphere. Slavegirls - women of varying ages and races knelt in neat rows, their eyes cast down, their naked bodies oiled and adorned with cheap brass jewelry inlaid with coloured glass that glinted in the flickering light.

Alisha’s bare feet stepped over the cold stone floor as she was led through the rows of submissive females. Their soft, shallow breaths filled the air, punctuated by the occasional sniffle or whimper. Each girl was exquisite in her own way, their bodies sculpted by a combination of genetic engineering, dieting and a rigorous **** training regimen to be perfect vessels for the lords' pleasure. Some were petite and delicate, while others were more voluptuous, their curves and features highlighted by their subservient poses.

Briv lead Alicia to a curtained alcove and pulled the curtain closed to give them privacy. He was meant to hitch her to the **** rail. He had been paid.

Lord Baird, trapped in the body of Alisha the slavegirl, realised she had two options. Use the swapper or submit to Briv. But the swapper would take time… and she was fatalistically curious.

The valet chuckled. "So girl," he murmured, his hand moving up to play with her heavy breast. His touch sent a jolt of desire through her, and she moved into his touch, unable to resist the sensation. "We don't often see Bendari girls of your pedigree here. Baird paid me to protect your chastity. I could do that but he’ll never know what I do to you here - and you’re a natural **** of rare charms. It would be a pity to waste this opportunity.”

He released her breast, stepping back to admire her. She felt his gaze rake over her naked body and, despite her little surge of anger at his betrayal. she ached for more attention. "You're so beautiful," he said, his voice low and husky. "So eager and submissive." A part of Baird wanted to deny it but either her naturally bred urges or her desire to not be discovered stopped her. She feared it was not the latter. This was a bad idea… she thought. Because it was so exciting. She’d never felt so alive, so erotically powerless… so utterly female in the basest possible way.

He walked around her and traced a finger down her spine, causing her to shiver. "I think it's time for you to get back to work." With a wicked grin, he pushed her roughly against the wall, her legs spread wide by the angle. Her face, breasts and belly felt the chill of the ancient stone wall. "You've such a good little slut, what idiot would want to keep you chaste," he growled as he unbuckled his britches, much to Alicia’s chagrin and anticipation. "I want to see just how good you are at servicing a cock."

Alisha gasped as he thrust his hips forward from behind, pushing his hardness against her aching pussy lips. He groaned, his eyes closing in pleasure as he felt her tightness inexorably give way to his size. She stood on tip toes, arms pinioned behind her as she took him deeper. Before she had been in control in her body atop her former body and that had been incredible. Now she was being taken, roughly, powerless to prevent it and aroused even more by her powerlessness.

Her pussy squeezed and pulsed around him, milking his cock with each deep thrust. He growled, his face contorting with ecstasy as he felt her inner muscles grip and release him in rhythm. She moaned, her breath coming in ragged gasps, her tiny **** body trembling with the effort of taking him so fully. A part of her was in shock, in awe and in utter disbelief. But she was loving every second of it as he took her.

The sounds of their lovemaking echoed through the harem, a stark contrast to the otherwise silent room. The other slavegirls listened intently, envy and fear mingling on their faces. Alisha's own face was a mask of pleasure, her eyes screwed shut as she took Briv's roughly punishing thrusts. She felt like she was on the edge of something, a precipice she hadn't even known existed. The sensations were overwhelming, and she could feel another orgasm building deep within her. One that promised to change her perspective on her gender and her need for power or a lack therof.