“Let us purchase a lizard mount.”

Soon they were in a forest, Roselle mounted on a quadriped lizard. Calob was unceremoniously slung across the neck of the lizard-beast, bouncing on her belly on the neck of the creature. While the creature moved at a relentless pace, Roselle was bounced around unceremoniously. Roselle reined the lizard in and lifted Calob easily unto his lap, cuddling her naked body in his muscular arms. Being bent over like this was humbling.

In one of his hands, he held a hastily scrawled map. "We are here now, out of the town...mountains are there, rivers are here. Where is your ship, ****?" She looked across. Pointed.

The ship's chameleon circuits faltered and dissipated as they approached. Hitching the lizard to a tree, Roselle led Calob roughly towards the door.

"Get the ship started. Get it ready for flight...and then we'll see where we can both go, eh?" Roselle grinned and kissed Calob roughly. "Or maybe I'll just leave you here while I get help. Would you like that? A week on Acteon, I won't be here to watch...you can focus on enjoying yourself..." Idly, Roselle traced the patterns on her flank.

Capob looked across at Roselle and shook her head. She was not going to stay on this planet. She moved to the airlock and typed in her access codes. She entered and moved to the controls, prepping for takeoff. Then to her body, accessing the swapping machinery. She would swap back to her original body, get rid of her needy little pussy...

"I think not." With ease, Roselle picked her up, one hand under a shoulder and another between her legs, easily slotting her into one of the wall-mounted seats for passengers. Rather than strap her in, Roselle used the seatbelts to bind her wrists behind her back and her waist to the seat, leaving her squirming helplessly in the seat.

"No more swapping... Yet." Roselle programmed a manual lock of the controls and sat in the pilot's chair. In no time at all, the ship began to take off, and soon they were in the orbit of an intergalactic space station.

"Now then... Where did you say your home planet was?" He stood by the escape pod and eyed it with a grin.

Being bound up in her ship with her male body just beyond her grasp was frustration heaped upon frustration. Calob noted with growing concern how easily Roselle operated the controls. How? He was not of Acteon... But more importantly the only body which could legally leave Acteon was her original male body. Would he put her in the pod back to Acteon when she told him what he wanted. It didn’t matter. She had to tell him.

"Please. Theta Nova... Take me with you. You can keep me hidden." She swallowed. "I'll be your thrall and help you. Don't leave me here..." She could accept this body, be his ****, if it kept her from being an Acteonese **** girl. "Please... Master." She had to submit to him. She widened her legs. Offering her body. She swallowed in fear, her arousal shameful but necessary. If she convinced him he might take her with him. She could not resist him now.

Roselle put the ship in drift and turned in his pilot's seat, grinning widely. "Really? You'll be my thrall, just like that?

"You want this..?" Now he stood over her, fingers stroking the inside of her thighs, hands reaching out to free her from the seatbelts. He freed her hands, then he freed his erect member from the pants of his jumpsuit. "You want this in you, don't you, **** girl?"

Calob nodded at Roselles first question. If she could stay off Acteon and not be fully enslaved on that primitive planet she would. She would be a non person. She wouldn't exist legally. Like so many people that did menial tasks under the radar in the confederacy. She would remain a thrall if she wanted to have anything close to her old affluent life. Wealth by association. She would be screwed by him. A lot. And she knew that she'd love it... The thought was alien but it set off butterflies in her stomach. She would need to give herself to him. It would be her former cock in her. The thought was weird.

He touched the inside of her thigh. She looked down past the unfamiliar swell of her breasts to see his hand near her sex. So close. She wanted him to play with her. It was the **** but she didn't care. She was all tied up and he could take her. She was his.

She nodded uncertainly at his last question. Yes she did. No she didn't.

Calob swallowed. There were rumours of wealthy people who had slavegirls from Acteon. It was illegal but then again wealth was often more powerful than the law. There was a rumour of a wealthy man who had a young slavegirl he liked to keep on his private island, a place as old and rustic as Acteon. He indulged his urges ... Until his wife found out about his little slavegirl. The story went that she put a swapper on the slavegirl.

Calob could understand how the man felt as he was in the act of screwing his docile little fuckpet then became her. A slavegirl, isolated, powerless, loving sex, absolutely relishing her sudden servile submissive role. Realising that anyone that could possibly help her escape would not help.

The new little slavegirl spent a week serving her former wife and former body. Her wife even used the swapper to inhabit her former body. It was humiliating being so humbled, being screwed and loving it so much. But her body ruled her mind.

Then she was shipped back to Acteon where she belonged. A nameless slavegirl. No power. No wealth. The law keeping her on her knees, a masters cock in her pussy or her mouth... Or working to please a master so it would be.

Calob didn't want that. She hoped she never would. But she had to convince him... And he was right. A part of her wanted this. She looked at his cock nervously, her desire strong but her fear almost it's equal. She climbed from the bed to her knees, the durasteel deck cold. Slaves kneeled before her master, arms against her naked breasts as she looked up. She licked her lips and turned about bending over. "Please master. This is my first time." She bit her lip, waiting for her master to take her. She didn't need to feign arousal. It was clear. Her nipples hardened against the metal deck. Her breasts felt so big. Her sex throbbed. "Please take me." She moved her ass higher so he could take her. "I'm yours. Don't throw me away." Gods, she had wanted to manipulate him into taking her with him but she meant it. She wanted to be taken. "Master." She was his.