Comeuppance

“Now, where were we before we were so rudely interrupted? Ah, that’s right. Sex… we’re about to fuck…” the new Baron asked.

“No. Wait. You can’t…” Ludwig begged.

But the girl, now in the Baron’s powerful form, was having none of it. She had her own agenda, and it involved making the warlord feel the fear and humiliation she had experienced in his cruel hands. She stepped back, admiring the way the muscles of her new body flexed with each movement. Then, with a sneer, she advanced on Ludwig, now trapped in the witch’s naked body.

The sensation of being so small and weak was terrifying for Ludwig. He had always reveled in his strength and size, using them to dominate others. Now, he was at the mercy of someone who despised him, someone who could easily crush his new fragile body. He had breasts. Big soft breasts with proudly erect nipples and a female sex… that tingled moistly. He realised he was aroused! He shouldn’t be. Should he. The new baron grabbed him, twisted his arm behind his back almost painfully and bent him over the table. “I’m going to fuck you like you intended to fuck me you little cunt,” the new baron promised, his tone pure chaotic evil now.

“But I’m a man!” Ludwig protested weakly, his new body responding in ways he never knew possible. The girl in his body didn’t care. She was going to take her vengeance, and she was going to enjoy it.

With a vicious smirk, she reached down and grabbed his hips, pulling him closer to her own now-swollen cock. Ludwig felt the tip of it pressing against his new entrance, and a strange mix of terror and excitement shot through him. He had never felt anything like this before, and he didn’t know if he wanted it to stop or if he wanted more. But it wasn’t a choice he could make.

The girl in his body wasted no time, thrusting into him with a ferocity that made him scream. He felt so...filled. The sensation was intense, mind blowingly so, but there was something else there, a pleasure that he had never known as a man. His body responded, his hips moving back to meet each thrust almost involuntarily. The room was a blur, his mind racing with confusion and excitement. His breasts pressed against the cold marble of the writing table. He closed his eyes savouring the feeling of his new body being used in ways he had never dreamed of.

The girl in his body grunted with each powerful stroke, her grip on his hips tightening. He could feel her muscles straining, her pleasure growing with each movement. The sound of their bodies slapping together echoed through the chamber, a symphony of dominance and submission. Ludwig's mind reeled as he realized that, despite his protests, his body was responding to the girl's advances. He was a man, a warlord, yet here he was, a helpless female, being taken in the most primal of ways. And relishing it in spite of himself.

The girl’s thrusts grew more erratic, her breathing ragged as she approached climax. Ludwig could feel the pressure building inside of him, a strange cocktail of fear and arousal that made his heart race. He was lost in the sensation, unable to stop the whimpers that escaped his new lips. His body was not his own, and yet it was responding in a way that was all too natural, all too female.

The girl’s hand snaked around to grab Ludwig’s new, erect clit, and she began to rub it with a ferocity that sent waves of pleasure crashing through him. Again he had never felt anything like it before, and it was a sensation that was both terrifying and exhilarating. The little nub was so much more sensitive than his former cock. His tiny body arched off the table, full breasts swaying, his new, softer skin stretching with the effort. His eyes were glazed and unfocused. He had no control over his reactions, no way to resist the pleasure that was being **** upon him.

The girl in his body grinned, feeling the power of his own former body. “You like it, don’t you, you slut?” she taunted, her voice still a rough imitation of his own. Ludwig’s mind screamed in protest, but his body was betraying him. The sensations were too intense, too overwhelming. He couldn’t help but push back, silently begging for more.

He nodded assent, words escaping him in that moment.

The girl-now-Baron pushed deeper, her hips pistoning, her grip on Ludwig’s new body unrelenting. His former strength was being used against him, and he was powerless to resist. He felt the pressure building inside him, a coil of need that was alien and humiliating. His body was responding to her touch, his mind trying to reconcile the pleasure with the horror of his situation.

“You fucking bastard…” The girl’s laugh was a deep, resonant sound that echoed through the chamber, a twisted reflection of his own amusement. “You should enjoy this, Ludwig. After all, it’s what you were going to do to me. Isn’t it?”

Her words cut through Ludwig’s haze of pleasure and fear, and he struggled against her, trying to regain some semblance of control. But his new body was too weak, too pliant. The girl in his body was too strong, too determined. He felt the cock inside him thicken and knew that she was close to climax. He could feel it in the way she was moving, the way she was breathing, the way her hand was squeezing his new clit. And he was close too. “Yes. Oh god yes… yes…” she literally gasped the words as cries of lustful pleasure. Her male psyche was being crushed under these unfamiliar but overpowering sensations. Her pussy started to contract, gushing juices down her thighs as she came as a slavegirl.

The girl in his body threw her head back and roared, the sound of victory and pleasure melding into one as she filled Ludwig’s new body with his own seed. He felt his own orgasm rip through him, his legs shaking, his body convulsing. The sensation was unlike anything he had ever felt before, a sensation that left him trembling and gasping for breath.

The girl pulled out, her cock glistening with the evidence of his defeat. Ludwig felt the cold air hit her new, soaking wet pussy, and she shivered. Her mind was in turmoil, her very identity shattered. She was Ludwig, the feared warlord, yet she had just been fucked like a whore. She had thoroughly enjoyed it but now she felt shame and self doubt. And she wanted more.

The girl in his body stepped away, allowing Ludwig to collapse onto the floor, panting and disoriented. Her new body felt used and violated, and yet...there was a part of her that craved more of the sensation. The girl looked down at her, her expression a mix of triumph and curiosity. "You see now, don't you?" she said, her voice still a deep rumble. "You see what it's like to be weak, to be taken."

Ludwig nodded, her eyes brimming with tears of confusion. She had never felt so...small. The girl reached down and grabbed her by the arm, hauling her to her feet. She was **** to look into the mirror, to see her own face, flush with shame and l lust.