No

Becca bolted up the stairs only to run straight into Fawkes. She bounced off him and landed on her ass, "OW!" She said reflexively.

"Kennedy..." Fawkes said, "No...you are the real Becca now aren't you?"

"Yes Sir!" She was **** to answer. At least it didn't change reality.

"Sir? I like the sound of that. So what happened here, you find a way to swap bodies with Kennedy again?" He asked.

"Yes Sir!" She replied.

"Huh? Something weird is going on. Say Becca...do you have red hair?"

"Yes Sir!" And suddenly, she did. Fuck, he'd figured it out already. Fawkes grinned.

"Becca do you and Cody want to stay here as my sex slaves?"

"Yes Sir!" And once again it was true. Becca wanted nothing more than to be his ****. She looked over at Cody who was already stripping. Oh no, she wasn't being a good sex ****. Becca quickly stripped herself, "Forgive me Master. I shouldn't have been wearing clothes. Please punish me."

"Yes punish us Master!" Cody said, "Or fuck us."

Becca nodded, "Yes please fuck us Master!"

Fawkes laughed, "In due time sluts. First tell me why you are my slaves."

Becca no longer need the ring to be obedient, she wanted to serve him. She told him everything and Fawkes realized he had everything he ever wanted now. Just a few questions could solve all his problems, "Is Kennedy my property? Am I rich? Do I have a 12 inch cock?"

When Fawkes finally fucked her she knew she'd found her role in life. She'd spend the rest of her life in servitude to him, alongside what would become many other women. Fawkes would go on to live a very comfortable life and Becca would too, in a way. She didn't get fucked nearly as much as she would have wanted, but a few good questions meant she was never resentful, always ready, and completely loyal.