“It must be hard being so... horny,” Bargle observes.

“Horny milord?” Amra repeated questioningly, lisping a little. Why was she calling this man milord so readily? She shuddered as she realised she was horny. Was he using the power of suggestion on her? It didn’t matter. Her little body shuddered with arousal and she found her hand at her new crotch, little fingers probing her sex. She moaned and shuddered at her touch, two fingers slipping inside as her thumb pressed against the tiny nub of her clitoris. Her buttocks clenched and her back arched as he hips moved in sinuous response to her touch, vision swimming at the intensity of her female pleasure. She needed something thick and hard and hot inside her. A cock! She needed cock!

“Hmmm. Yes. Not very bright, but very horny ... my submissive little Dryad ****.” Bargle cajoled. The collar made her a sex **** but also made her highly suggestible. “You’re all woman now... Bonsai.

Bonsai nodded. A small part of Amra struggled but the insidious collar was twisting her thoughts. And she was a a dryad now, a wild female creature of caprice and instinct. And her fingers felt so good. “Milord. Can I have your cock in me. Pwease.” She lisped with sluttish abandon. She bit her lip and looked both immature and vampishly lewd.

“You might be too small...” Bargle laughed. He had seldom seen ones will so quickly subsumed by the collar.

She shook her head. “No. I think I can. Pwease milord?” She wheedled.

Bargle frowned as his wards alerted him to the use of magic. “Bonsai. Kneel there. Do not go anywhere. Do not touch anything. Except your new pussy and breasts. Someone is using magic...” he growled, annoyed that his amusement was being interrupted. He quickly leashed her collar to a nearby **** rail.

Bonsai pouted as he left, dutifully knelt and played with her hot moist pussy and her new boobies. She struggled to stay kneeling. She wanted to lie down and play. But master had ordered her and she lived to obey.