Zak and Zoe

Zak looked up at her master with unconcealed longing. He was handsome, powerful and virile. She wanted his body with a vengeance. Before she had wanted to be in his body - not this weak, servile Bendari **** girl body. But now she wanted him.

The fact was she should have been in his body. She'd paid for it with her hard earned cash. And he should have been in hers. That was the deal. But she had let her wife organise the fine details of this holiday. She had only selected their bodies... and she now realised how completely she had been duped.

She'd ended up a **** on Acteon and she fervently hoped it wasn't permanent. The standard trade with a knight was expensive and short term, but trades with female slaves tended to be cheap and permanent. Unless someone - like her former wife - paid the exorbitant amount for her to get her old male body back. That didn't seem likely. Right now she would even settle for her wife's body to get out of a life of sexual servitude and away from this backwards planet.

Her former wife, now her master grinned down at her. She felt excitement and fear under his gaze. More than likely it was the **** ****, but she didn't care. She craved his touch, her supple body ready to be bent to his needs. Inside a small part of her quailed in fear and hoped for escape.

"Zak... you're not much of a Zak now. I think Zoe suits you now. Well Zoe I'm so glad we came here. It's primitive, it smells, it's dirty and it's unclean, but where else would I be able to do this?" he reached down and grasped her small breast, rubbing her nipple till it hardened like a bullet. Just like she'd loved to do to her former wife. She bit her lip to stop herself from groaning and to fight against the pleasure.

Zoe wanted to shy away but she no longer possessed the backbone to stand up against this man. Her heart pounded in her tiny rib cage as he changed breasts, her other delicate nipple hardening against his coarse strong hand. Unclenching her jaw she licked her pretty lips nervously, unbearably conscious that she was getting turned on.

She'd so wanted to screw her former wife silly in this little slaves body, dominate it in a way not possible on the civilized planets. But now that was going to be her fate. And she was excited by that prospect.

She knew that her new body and the **** **** were affecting her mind. She'd read up on this, knew what this body meant on an intellectual level.

Bendari **** girls had been selectively bred for generations to be beautiful, submissive pleasure slaves that innately needed to meet their masters desires. It was their sole purpose, physically ingrained into them. Her former wife would have had **** but to submit in this body.

And now she had ****. In fact she wanted to. The level of mental changes scared her.

"This is the fate you had in mind for me?" he whispered firmly in her ear. "Enjoy it my love," his breath was warm and his words sent a thrill of pleasure and desire up her spine. "I think you'll be here for a very, very long time."

"Please... you can't," she whimpered as he lifted the cloth that covered her nether regions.

"Quiet **** or I'll have you whipped!" He ordered, his tone silencing her instantly and making her moister. She watched as his fingers traced her hairless sex. She inhaled sharply with pleasure as he slipped a finger in.

He withdrew a finger coated with her juices which he raised to her lips. She sucked obediently on his finger, eyes wide and fearful. "You've only ever been concerned with your own pleasure. You're my little cunt now and now its my turn to have some fun for a change." She nodded her head in assent as he shed his pants. "Now suck me."

She did as he commanded, taking the large flanged head between her pretty lips. She sucked and licked inexpertly at first and then with a growing eagerness to please she started to become more confident. She tried to remember how she liked it and did the same, sucking long and hard then using her wet tongue to give long warm lashings, rubbing her face along his shaft when her jaw muscles ached breathing on it and kissing it lovingly. Her mouth was surprisingly nimble and she could take a great deal of him into her. She grew moister as she cupped his balls with one hand and gently rolled them. Her other hand she brought down to play with her damp and hot sex.

"Did I give you permission to play with yourself?" he snapped and she stopped immediately, redoubling her efforts. He soon came, filling her eager mouth with his warm salty seed. She swallowed in all. It tasted much

better than she expected. "Good ****," he said, patting her head.

She basked for a moment in his terse praise. She badly wanted to be screwed herself, but that would only happen when or if he allowed it. It seemed unlikely tonight, but maybe later?

She looked down at her body, deciding that she could live with it for the moment. She was glad she had not chosen a small mouth girl as then her sex would have been stoppered and she would only have been able to use her mouth.