Al, the scheming lord.

“Garrett, how is your wife, Dale?” Lord Al asked as he sipped his cognac and tousled the Bendari slavegirls hair affectionately. Pria beamed up at him, kneeling naked collared and leashed to the slave rail, an obedient pet, her eyes a little glazed from the slave drug that dulled Will and amped her libido.

“She is well my lord,” the knight replied, trying to fathom why his lord had asked him here as he admired the swell of Pria’s pert breasts. She was a keep favourite and Garrett had slept with her many a memorable night.

“Good to hear. I suppose you are wondering why I called you here…” Lord Al asked as he produced a strange metal piece of jewelry.

“You are correct as always my lord,” Garrett conceded respectfully, eyeing the metal band curiously. It looked… to advanced. Forbidden offworlder technology.

“This is a swapper. With this… I have a plan. And I need your help.” Lord Al explained.

“I am your sword my lord.” Garrett replied earnestly. “Command and I shall obey.”

“This is a rare confederation swapping device, it bonds subdermally. If it is worn then the wearer swaps bodies with any person they maintain contact with for ten minutes…” he toyed with the sacrilegious technology, flicking it casually.

“Sire?” Garrett replied nervously. He had heard rumours of the swapping devices. Knights who let offworlders control their bodies, their souls transplanted by the sorcerous tech of the soul less lost ones… some offworlder men even occupied slavegirl’s bodies. Permanently. It made his blood run cold. Any man that willingly give up his manhood was no man in Garrett’s mind.

“I wish for you to use this device to become my enemy, the visiting Lord Drask,” Lord Al said.

“Um, sire, how would I do that. I would need to maintain contact with him for ten minutes. And he is your honoured and protected guest. It would shame you if one of your knights were to accost him in your demesne.”

“Ah yes. That is true. But that is where Pria enters our little plot. To get close to him you would need to become Pria first. You would need to swap into this slavegirl…” Lord Al explained as he toyed with Pria’s nipple and she wiggled.

“Sire? Become… Pria?!” Garrett gasped as he stared at the petite and curious slavegirl. She had the prettiest clean shaven pussy. Her breasts were perfection. “Become a slavegirl…?” He was shocked by the idea. He was a man. A knight. Not some … pet.

“For no more than a day. You would swap with her then return to the slave pens to be selected by Drask at tomorrow’s feast. He has listed after her…” lord Al laughed, thinking of his enemy trapped in Pria’s lush little body, his property. His enemy destroyed utterly.

Garret considered what ten minutes could mean for him in Pria’s body at the mercy of Lord Drash’s desires. “Uh… you’re certain about this plan my lord?”

“Yes. You can read and write. You are as educated as Drask. It is an opportunity few get to do more than dream about. You would be a lord. Practically my equal, but still my man…”

“Except when I’m a woman,” Garrett muttered to himself.

“Sorry?”

“So I swap into Pria tomorrow then?” Garrett asked.