Try and escape!

Gord had never been in such a dire predicament before. Her wrists were chained with gold manacles. She pulled against them, the cold gold links pressing cruelly into her soft feminine flesh. She sighed in dulcet tones. Had she been in her former body then perhaps she may have been able to stretch her malleable auric bonds. But in this weak little female body she had no chance.

Worse her lithe hands were manacled low, near her new female nether region.

But… she pushed her hips forward so that her new mound rested disquietingly against her nimble little fingers. “Ahhh…” she exhaled in mild pleasure as her fingers found the golden ring that now dangled from the little nub of her clit. She spun the ring, hoping that perhaps the clasp lay hidden in her new flesh, gasping as her new clit hardened and grew tinnily. The ring was one unbroken piece.

Problematically her blossoming nether lips were growing moist and she found the ring becoming slippery with her juices.

This was a cunning trap!

She continued to grip the ring, trying to squeeze it. The thief’s fingers slipped on her hot juices and she squeezed her clit which illicited a surprised squeal of feminine arousal. Her legs trembled as her heart beat rushed and her nipples grew fat and engorged. More juices flowed, hot and steamy as her fingers dextrously sought the cunning little clit ring. She bit her lip, biting off a gasp, focusing against the warm pleasure that now filled her cunningly entrapped cunt and her fat female nipples.