Inside Outside, Who's In and Who's Out

Rene stared wide-eyed, helpless in this borrowed Bendari **** girl body as Kyra scrambled towards him on her knees. She reached out and caressed one of Rene's heavy breasts, rolling his nipple between her fingers, pinching it suddenly, painfully, stimulatingly. His eyes squeezed shut at the sensation of pain and not-pain, his heart thumping in his chest. He clenched his small fists, pulling weakly at the cuffs secured to the wall on either side of his head.

"Ah, you're not used to this body you're currently wearing are you?" Kyra stroked her fingernail down Rene's trembling cheek. "Let me guess, you were a big strong man up there," she waved a hand at the ceiling of the cage, at the sky, up to space where Rene's ship orbited, cloaked from detection, where his real body lay comatose, waiting for his return, "but down here, right now, you're..." she rapped a knuckle on the metal plate covering his groin, part of what Gord had called a 'flower basket', and laughed. "You're a helpless little flower waiting to be plucked, waiting to be unlocked, waiting to be fucked. So, mister Confederation citizen, how does it feel? Are you excited, fearful, thrilled, scared, anticipating it and dreading it at the same time?" She suddenly sat back and waved a hand. "No, no, don't tell me. Let it be a surprise." She laughed again as Rene's cheeks burned in shame and embarrassment, his mouth working on the plug gag that prevented him protesting or replying to her. What was this bitch up to, what did she want? She spoke Confederation Basic like a native, was she one of those lost souls that had been trapped down on Acteon in a **** body, a fellow agent or perhaps a criminal like... Gil Shen? Rene's target, the renegade general but the intel reports said he had swapped into an aristocrat of high rank in Acteonese society, a man. Could they have been wrong? His mind raced, no this **** Kyra wasn't Gil Shen, she didn't speak like he did or act like the hyper-masculine Shen did, even if she was under the influence of the highly arousing Acteonese **** bane. But maybe she knew him, perhaps she worked for him? He had to find out but the gag in his mouth prevented him speaking. If he could somehow get Kyra to remove the disgusting thing...

There was a noise behind them, the door into the hold thumping open and Kyra turned, saying "Right on time." in a low voice as the tall figure of Luke appeared.

"What the-? Kyra, what are you doing in there? Rene, are you all right?" Luke tried to open the cage door to find it locked. He pulled at the padlock fruitlessly. "Where's the damn key?"

"Here it is, big boy." Kyra scooted over to the cage door and put her hand through the bars, an evil smile on her face. Rene intuited something was wrong, that Luke shouldn't touch the duplicitous Kyra but it was too late as his subordinate grasped Kyra's hand. They both froze for a second, then the figure of Kyra fell back from the cage door as the figure of Luke slowly smiled, patting his body.

"Good old Confederation bodyswapping technology. Don't you just adore it, my two lovelies." Luke, now obviously hosting Kyra's consciousness waved to the two female slaves locked in the cage. "Getting the nanite activation codes for the swapper implanted in this guy's body was a bitch but it worked out in the end. Thanks for the fuck earlier, by the way, the, ah, intimate bodily contact was just the thing I needed." He stepped back as Luke in Kyra's body reached out through the cage bars, desperately trying to touch his old body but failing.

"Now now, hands off the merchandise my girl. Besides you know it takes time for the swapper to reset and anyway I've already started changing the codes in the nanites. You can't **** a swap from where you're sitting now, darling." He turned for the door as Luke started cursing in Kyra's deep contralto voice. "Bye now. The agent recall unit they issued you with will be in your cabin, I expect. It'll take me a bit of time to break its security but I'm in no hurry now. I might even spend the evening diddling a couple of the other slaves on board before I use the recall unit to finally get myself off this mudball. I've been **** to get fucked a dozen times a day thanks to the **** bane and possessing a dick rather than getting fucked by one will be a refreshingly novel experience. Have fun together, you two lovebirds." Kyra-Luke waved at Rene as Luke-Kyra sagged on the straw-covered floor of the cage, tears starting to leak from his eyes.

"Especially you over there, whatever your name is." Kyra-Luke tilted her head, looking at Rene. "Your compatriot's body here has been going without sex ever since we fucked earlier and the **** bane is making her hornier by the minute. There's only so much she can take off the top by fingering herself, you're gonna have to provide some extra relief for her before she goes crazy and starts eating people. Of course with that contraption covering your own cunt you're going to have to be inventive but I'm sure you'll cope." Kyra-Luke wiggled her tongue at the shocked Rene then rapped the door of the cage. "You two aren't going anywhere any time soon anyhow. Take as long as you like and have fun, kids."

As the hold's door closed behind the grinning figure Luke-Kyra turned to look at Rene, his hands pressing hard into his groin, a tense expression on his face. "Shit, Major, I can feel the **** bane burning me up inside. What are we gonna do?" Rene sat limply, stunned by their reversal in fortunes. What were they going to do?