Teases her

Garrett could see the conflicted nature of the new Pria clearly. She thought of herself as a lord, an individual of power and significance but now she was not. She let out a small sob, half fear and half pure slavegirl arousal.

“My lord… you should not ask something of your subjects that you would not be willing to do yourself…” Garrett chided mockingly.

The former lord scorned and bit her lip, not trusting herself to respond in that instant. She felt foolish for overestimating Garrretts loyalty and underestimating how significant a request she had made of him.

Instead of thrusting straight into her Garrett ran the broad bulbous head of his cock slowly up and down her slick folds, parting them, smearing her own warm wetness along his thick shaft. Her response was to tense her body and breath heavily, little confused whimpers of pleasure escaping her mouth. She knew exactly what he was doing and how it was eroding her resistance. Why didn’t he just fuck her properly a small but growing part of her wondered. “Please…”

Garrett watched the way her soft new body trembled with awakening and ill constrained need. He watched the way her gorgeous new cunt clenched ever so slightly as she experimented with her new sex, her lips fluttering prettily every time his blunt head dragged across her sensitive entrance.

“Look at you my lord…” he teased her in quiet mocking tones, “on your knees like a common slavegirl with your perfect little shaved pussy dripping onto the sheets while your former knight teases you.”

He pushed just the tip inside her and held there, stretching the tight ring of muscles without giving her more. The former lord’s new voice broke on a high, involuntary sound, “Garrett—stop—this is— I command you -”

A short tug on the leash cut the protest short and changed the angle inside her, eliciting an involuntary moan. Garrett leaned forwards over her small slim body, chest to back, speaking close against her ear. “You command no one slave. You are Pria. Say it. Slave Pria.”

“Slave …Pria,” her soft voice whispered, raw with humiliation, unfamiliar need and the first unwanted pulse of shameful heat from her new pussy. She could feel him lined up to thrust into her. Could scarcely imagine what it would feel like but knew she would love it. She loved this. The new power dynamic pushed new buttons in her mind. She had no choice in the matter. Her body was bred for this. Drugged to embrace it. Her mind was wired for this.

“Good girl. You know your place… or you will soon…” He rewarded her compliant response by sinking another inch deeper into her, then withdrawing again until only the head remained inside. Slow, shallow thrusts that never went past the entrance. Teasing. Stretching. Denying.

“Feel that slut?” he murmured in her ear smugly. “That’s your new cunt hungrily trying to pull me in. That’s the drug making your sex wetter every time I stop. Hmmm. Yes. That’s your body that was bred to be opened and filled, responding to my cock… that’s you.”

The new Pria let out an exasperated little grunt of half arsed denial as her lithe body shook, her soft breasts swaying with every shallow rock of his hips as she tried to push back - but he held and controlled her small body knowingly. Her arms trembled with the effort of holding herself up. Between her thighs the slick sounds of her own arousal grew louder as Garrett continued the deliberately slow half fucking —pushing in just enough to make her feel the stretch, then pulling back to leave her empty and achingly frustrated. Sex was a drug to which her body was addicted, even if she didn’t quite understand it yet. But she had a worrisome inkling.

As her hips continued to push back despite herself he loosened his grip and let her have a little bit more of what her body was begging for. She slid back onto his cock, closed her eyes and savoured the unfamiliar half fullness.

Garrett pulled back and almost out to her frustrated moan, gripped her narrow waist with both hands, kept the leash short in one fist, and drove forward in one long, claiming thrust that buried him to the hilt inside her. “Yes. Oh fuck yes!” She gasped, eyes closed, savouring the pleasurable sensation.

The wet heat of the slavegirl’s cunt closed tight around him in a fluttering grip. The former lord cried out unintelligibly—high, broken, unmistakably feminine—as the full length of her lords cock stretched and filled her for the first time ever

Garrett did not give her time to adjust as he fucked her in deep, steady strokes, the slap of skin on skin filling the chamber, the leash jerking with every impact so her face stayed low and her arse stayed high. He watched the way her soft little body jolted. Watched the way her lush new breasts swung pendulous beneath her. Watched the way the collared throat worked, unwanted moans spilling out of her mouth.

“This is what you planned for me,” he said between thrusts, voice low and controlled. “A day as a dripping, obedient pet. Maybe longer. Now you get to feel it.”

Beneath him, the former Lord Al—now nothing but a naked, collared Bendari slavegirl on her hands and knees—could only take it, the drug and the body’s innate submissiveness turning each deep stroke into another crack in the man he had been.