Touch the square.

You touch the square and there is a jolt as you feel yourself drawn downwards to the board, the pieces growing in size until they are the same as yourself. You blink as you realize that you are now the king. You hear laughter and look up to see Tarken. He is huge. “Now you are trapped! You recall the **** girl who brought the table in? She was once Kire So’Ald.”

Kire was a trading partner that disappeared mysteriously a few months ago. You had your agents investigate, but nothing was discovered. No wonder the girl was embarrassed, manhandled and paraded naked like a slab of meat in front of her former equal. “You did that to her?” You cry indignantly. To turn a man into a woman was a terrible act, but to shave and tattoo her and make her your personal **** was beyond all decency.

“She played against me in chess and lost. I took her king and she had **** but to inhabit the body of a pawn.” He motioned to the pawns that stood in a row in front of you.

“So this is magic?” You ask nervously.

He touches his square and he is suddenly transposed to the board. “Yes, when you move a piece you occupy her until your next turn. If you occupy a piece when she is taken then… well you’ll find out,” he says this with such a lascivious leer that you can well imagine exactly how you will be taken. “If you capitulate or lose your king you must choose the form of one of your remaining pieces to leave the game in. I suggest you choose a girl now and protect her… perhaps the queen.” You realize that since all your pieces are female if he gets your king you will leave the games as a woman.

“I go first,” Tarken suddenly goes immobile and one of his pawn slavers walks two squares forwards. “Your turn. Would you like to be a pony girl or a silk girl?”

You wish to be neither but that choice is not available to you. You consider your options as you eye your pieces.. You can play offensively for a quick win or defensively to gauge his skill and wait for an opening.