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As the **** insidiously flowed through Rene’s veins her nipples swelled and her sex puckered pleasantly with a new sexual awakening. Her small ultra feminine body tended as her breathing quickened and her vision became more vivid. She found her thoughts thickened with an overpowering sexual need. She didn’t understand it but her will was eroded. She was now highly suggestible. Her thoughts ran along new paths. The need to serve. Abase. Obey. Submit. Suplicate. These thrummed through her body and mind. A whimper of sexual need escaped her lips. The **** emasculated her and made her into a horny little **** girl. She knelt with her wrists bound, shivering with feverish need. Face flushed. Skin hot and sweaty and goosebumped. A drop of her pussy juices ran down her inner thigh.

Gord eyes her with a covetous fire that went unnoticed by all but Rene.

The **** effect on Kyra was equally evident. Her eyes glazed and she turned to regard Luke with an raw lust that Rene could completely empathise with in her current state. Luke regarded them both, stood and approached Rene. From her knees she looked up at him expectantly. Her heart sang with a hope that he would take her then and there. “Master...” she said, the title true in her mind. She was no longer a soldier, an officer, a commander, a gentleman and Luke was no longer her subordinate under her command. Their roles had been incredibly reversed. She was now his. It was a potent source of sexual arousal. Utter powerlessness. She looked with longing at his crotch then up at him, eyes pleading with humility.

Luke took her wrists and bound them and then pulled her to her feet, led her to the **** post and hitched her to it. A small frustrated whimper escaped her lips as she came to the realisation that she would find no release for her overwhelming carnal need. Denial and her lack of control of things made her even more aroused and frustrated. All she could do was clench her thighs about her sex but this was hardly satisfying.

She watched with growing jealousy as Luke returned to Kyra. Longing filled Rene as Luke led the willing Kyra up to the relative privacy of the boat and her fur bed. The sailors made a few jokes, Gord eying Rene with dark desire that made the tiny **** girls sex twitch with newfound hope. But the Captain would not allow it. Rene sighed with disappointment, her needs thwarted by her new station and the promise she would be delivered to the lord as a virgin. Major Rene Narciso would have been happy with this. The horny little woman was not.

Then Kyra started to moan and cry in paroxysms of lust as Luke took her and Rene’s pretty brow creased in annoyance. That should be her! She thought enviously. She closed her eyes an imagined being taken but the images fled every time Kyra cried out in pleasure. Luke took her a number of times over the next hour, noisily, heatedly, passionately - and Rene suffered resentfully through it all.

A very satisfied Kyra returned from the boat and curled up at the fire. She gave Rene a victorious grin and Rene felt a spiteful surge of vexed annoyance at the girl. She sighed and leant against her **** pole as she tried to rest.

***

“Wake up girl,” a voice whispered.

Rene roused. He was confused for a moment. Where was he...? Then memory returned. SHE was on Acteon. She looked up at the dark silhouette of a man, backlit by the sputtering embers of the campfire and the curtain of stars and twin moons. About them the men snored. The waves hissed as they broke and receded on the beach beyond. A light wind, sultry and summery, blew.

The man before her fumbled with his britches. Gord. The sailor. He reached in and pulled out his manhood and rubbed it harder then pushed it at Rene’s face. Rene was still greatly affected by the **** ****. He smelt of sweat and tar and salt. Underlying that was a masculine scent that made her heart quicken. Without thought she instinctively licked, kissed and engulfed the proffered cocks head then bobbed forward, taking it into her mouth. The head slid past her tonsils and entourage her thoat and she found her nose pressed against his pubic bone, cock fully in her mouth and throat, chin tickling his balls. A small satisfied sigh escaped her lips. She felt exultant. This was what she wanted. What she needed and had been denied. Her head started to bob up and down as she gave the best head job of her life. His cock felt wonderful in her mouth, her lips sensitive, her tongue relishing his taste, and as it glided against her sensitive tonsils she shivered in arousal. He reached down and played with her breasts and she lost all thought as pleasure eclipsed reason. She started to Bob her head in a frenzy and then she felt him stiffen and shudder, the balls against her chin convulsing as the first spurt of his seed filled her stomach. She timed her head movements to perfection, her instinctive swallows milking his cock as the strong ductile muscles in her neck wrung every last drop of cum from his thick cock.

“I knew you’d be a good cocksucker...” Gord said grinning. Then he stiffened as Luke’s knife appeared at his throat.

“You were warned Gord. You should have listened. She is my ward,” Luke growled quietly.

“She’s just a ****. It’s what she’s for,” Gord retorted.

Luke exhaled in annoyance. “I hope you enjoyed that blow job. It the last you’ll ever receive...”

Gord blanched in fear at the threat and looked down at his cock. “No. Please. Don’t take my manhood.”

“Don’t worry. I won’t use my knife on you,” Luke said as he placed a swapper receptor on Gords neck at the spine and started the swap process. Gord dropped to the ground. Luke grinned and looked back at Kyra. “Gord’s in for a rude awakening...”