“What is your name ?”

“Jaise Sir...” Jaise looked fearfully up at the knight. She'd tried to use the orbital link to swap with him but had failed. So close to getting her manhood back and escaping her fate as a ****... She huddled contritely knowing she would be punished, the fear mingled with the constant arousal that she felt as a well bred slavegirl. It was a love hate relationship she had with her body.

Jaise looked up at the knight and saw his hesitance. It gave her hope.

-He is weak. He wishes to know what it is like to be a ****- Roselle said in one of the numerous Acteon tongues. Sensing the opportunity Jaise rushed to the other girl. She kissed Roselle, hands exploring her body. Jaise realised that this woman had likely been born free, a noblewoman by the softness of her skin. Her breasts were larger than Jaise’, she was taller and more commanding despite her chains.

Calob watched the girls, aroused and intrigued. This little **** had tried to steal his body. What would that have been like... He held Roselle’s gaze and his eyes narrowed forcing her to look down. He grunted as she lowered her eyes.

Jaise moaned between kissing and pushing her finger into Roselle. She was very close to him. Bodily contact might allow her to swap. Hopefully ... she accessed the shipboard system. Whoever was coupling and orgasmed would swap... She might end up in Roselles body, or -Calob's - she gleamed his name from the system. "Calob..." She said. She bent over so he could see that she was nude beneath her shift... She hoped to entice him. Hoped she did not cause Roselle to cum. Although being in that body might be better.

"Wh-what are you doing?" Roselle gasped. Obviously, the **** **** had amped up her sensitivity, but she was exaggerating just how much Jaise was managing to do. "No, I'm helpless, don't put that there, I can't get away, unf --"

Her voice trailed off, becoming a series of grunts and moans, as Roselle coaxed her body towards orgasm. Jaise was even starting to pant along, turned on by Roselle's noises. And Calob, well, Calob was transfixed by the petulant appetite of the tiny girl, and the helpless thrashing of Roselle as she was violated by a fellow ****, someone as low as her but elevated because she was not bound.

To be bound, to be helpless, to be defiled by an ever lower ****...what would it feel like? To be debased...

Roselle grunted, spotting Calob's growing erection, and knew her victory was at hand. "Ungh, no, don't finger me, help!"

Calob unbuckled his breaches and kicked them off. He approached Jaise from behind and lay a hand upon her hip. He sensed that the pair were coaxing him but did not discern their intent. He looked down at Jaise. A former citizen of the confederation? How long had she been trapped here like this. He felt himself stir more, rising between her legs. The head of his manhood rested between her thighs at her hot, moist, puffy lips.

Roselles hedonistic whimpers of passion filled his ears as he pushed slowly into Jaise. She may have been a citzen once but she was a **** now and this was how slaves were treated.

Jaise gasped and her tiny body shuddered as she was penetrated. Her fingers in Roselle twitched and the pressure in the former noble woman's loins increased, increasing her pleasure. Jaise hungrily kissed Roselle, the bound girls bindings being tested by the jerking and wriggling of Jaise as she was penetrated repeatedly.

Roselle and Jaise locked gazes for a moment. Worth a chance. In an instant both began moaning.

"Unf, oh, fuck me master!" Jaise needed less prompting and creativity, her moans coming in time with Calob's thrusts. Helpless, gagging for it, giving herself to him...

Calob missed the interplay between the girls. He found their moans and gasps of passion to be ... Appropriate. "Two little **** girls." He pushed into Jaises snug sex. She was tight. She gasped in unfeigned lust. "A former citizen now a needy little thrall. You tried to steal my body but you failed. You're stuck like that, on your knees forever. You like that don't you girl?" Jaise nodded, all pretence gone. She was more than happy. She was ecstatic. Calob nodded lifted her up and away from Roselle so they were no longer touching. Jaise cried out and sobbed in need as he carried her to the wall and screwed her against it. Roselle could only watch as Jaise wrapped her legs and arms around Calob.