Bargle directs his golems to gather the bodies

“Carry the corpses to my lab,” he instructs the constructs. Obediently the golems pick up the corpses and carry them up to Bargle’s lab in the Tower above. Lorn’s as well. This worried Lorn. He didn’t know what the Wizard intended. Necromancy? A flesh golem. The Wizard took the amulet and other small magic items and followed his simulacrum up to his lab.

Lorn could discern things within a hundred feet and as Bargle rose with the amulet Lorn sensed the minds of Bargle’s slaves above. He briefly debated trying to possess the Wizard but dismissed that notion. The wizards mind was clear and sharp and active. The slaves had a bluntness to them. No doubt Bargle manipulated their minds and Lorn would find them easy to overpower... A slavegirl then. It would be random who he ended up in, he knew, as his perception at that distance was only sufficient to sense minds and vague feminine forms.

With an effort of will Lorn projected his mind from the jar it inhabited to that of one of the slaves. He found a mind that was weak willed and almost gone. Easily taken. He knew instinctively that this mind had been feeblminded, a spell that reduced its victim to a mindless animal. With little effort he supplanted the slavegirl’s mind and took over her body. For the foreseeable future he would possess her body and her consciousness would be trapped in the amulet. It was a necessary evil.

Lorn shivered as his consciousness switched with the **** and he took control, unfamiliar minor aches and sensations impinging on his mind as he looked down at the sexy body he now possessed. It was clearly female, petite and curvaceous and... elfin. It felt different. Sexual. Weaker. He remained an elf but a petite one. He felt a mild sense of revulsion as he regarded the dark hued skin and white braided hair of the hated drow. “Oh gods...” he muttered in a sexy husky voice as he realised he was now an evil cousin to the high elves. Bargle was either brave or foolish to imprison a female drow. They were evil, cruel, sadistic, vindictive creatures. They tended to be small, slight and beautiful. Like spiders...

He paused as he shifted mental gears. He was a she. A vile dark elf. Possibly a priestess of Llolth. But a she... with a fully female body... And she was all but naked, a twist of silk about her slim shapely hips and a silken chemise about her pertly rounded breasts that swayed disconcertingly as she moved. Her nipples showed odd lumps from piercings and the silk felt strange against them. Erotic. And, reaching into the silken twist about her hips, her eyes widened as she found her clitoris was also pierced and her sex utterly hairless. She shivered at the touch of her fingers. “Oh gods...” that felt too good. She blushed. She felt odd and realised her body was ****, her thoughts sluggish and valid. And most alarmingly she wore a **** collar.