Shayla

Lady Shayla had never been quite the same after voluntarily taking the **** **** a month ago. A free woman who took the **** was henceforth deemed a **** under the laws of Acteon as a matter of course and Lady Shayla was now irrevocably her lord and husband’s ****. The **** was extremely addictive and affected free women in the exactly same way it affected a slavegirl, heightening their pleasure centres and making them docile and submissive. And once ingested they craved the **** and were kept on it by their new masters.

Lord Athos knew his **** wife was cheating on him with the captain of the King’s guard, Jiff. Moreso, he knew that the sneaky bastard had convinced his wife to take the **** ****. It took little convincing to make her confess. Evidently Jiff was confident in his position as captain of the guard, certain that the king would protect him. Jiff neither respected nor feared lord Athos. He should have!

Athos had told everyone that he was going out on a ride to hunt, but he returned soon after he left, stalked up to his chambers and threw the door open to find Jiff balls deep in his wife.

Jiff, caught in the act, pulled out and stepped back with a smug grin, his hands up in a gesture of mock surrender. "I was just giving her what she really wanted and you were never man enough to give her," he said, still breathing heavily.

Athos looked from his wife to the overconfident captain. He lashed out and delivered a brutal blow to Jiff’s chin and the cocky man crumpled.

Athos stood over his antagonist’s cuckolding form, seizing the moment to lay bare his rage. "How dare you?" he roared, the echoes of his fury bouncing off the stone walls of his chamber. "You've crossed me, you son of a whore!" His knuckles were white, his grip tight on the hilt of his sword, the very symbol of his power and authority. But he could not kill the captain of the kings guard - it would be a **** sentence. With a growl he went to his chest of drawers and searched within for the forbidden outworlder technology he had acquired. A mind swapper. He turned to his wife Shayla and the **** Captain Jiff, a wicked smile on his face.

Shayla looked up at him with wide, innocent eyes, her body still trembling from the sudden interruption of her illicit pleasure. "Athos," she pleaded, her voice quivering, "I didn't know what he was planning." Her cheeks were flushed, her chest heaving with every gasp she took. She tried to cover herself with the silk sheets, but her breasts peeked out, still wet with Jiff's sweat and her own arousal.

Athos ignored her words and put the mind swapper on Shayla and activated it. “Lay with him one last time slut…” he ordered, his intent unknown to her. Jiff and Shayla would soon swap minds!

Shayla obeyed her lord and lay her naked body on Jiff’s. It took some time, but the mind transfer finally occurred.

Jiff's eyes fluttered open, his consciousness now inhabiting Shayla's body, the **** **** clouding his thoughts and numbing his surprise. He looked down at his former self with a mix of detached horror and aroused fascination, as if seeing his own body for the first time. Which he was. The room felt foreign, his confused and **** addled thoughts echoing through a body that was not his own. He felt small, weak… and aroused.

Lady Shayla, now in the captain's body, sat up with a grunt, her newfound strength surprising her. She looked around, eyes narrowing as she took in her surroundings with a soldier's instinct. Anger burned in her gaze as she met Athos eyes. "What sorcery is this?" she asked, her voice now deep and commanding.

“I have freed you from the **** ****… but you are no longer my wife. Tell no one unless you wish to lose your freedom and return to an existence of mindless servitude again!”

Shayla looked at Athos confusedly, but she knew better than to question the lord’s words. She gathered her guards uniform and dressed quickly, leaving the real Jiff, now in the Shayla’s body, to face her husband’s wrath.

Athos took Jiff, now in his wife’s body, out onto his chambers balcony to watch as Shayla fled across the castle courtyard.

Jiff, trapped in Shayla’s body, felt the cold breeze kiss his new skin, his eyes wide with terror as he watched his former body fleeing below.

“Now… you still want that fucking, don’t you slut?” Athos said to Jiff.

Jiff, now in Shayla’s body, felt a shiver run down his spine. He had always enjoyed dominating women, but to be in such a **** position himself was a new, unwelcome experience. He looked up at Athos, the man he had foolishly cuckolded, now his captor and tormentor. "Please, my lord," he begged, his voice a pitiful whisper. "I'll do anything." He was naked. Weak. Female! And curiously aroused with the effects of the narcotic aphrodisiac of the **** ****. He appreciated the delicious irony that his new body was addicted to the **** thanks to his own actions.

“Yes. You will,” Athos said as he unbuckled his breeches.

Athos stepped closer to the trembling figure of Jiff that was his wife. "Your body is mine," he whispered, his voice low and menacing. "And so is your mind." He took hold of the soft flesh of Jiff's new body, feeling the power surge through him as he touched the man who had dared to betray him. "You will serve me in every way," he continued, his grip tightening. "You will be the epitome of obedience and submission."

Jiff, trapped in Shayla's form, felt a surge of fear as Athos’ hand touched his skin. But there was something else there too, something darker and more primal. The **** still coursed through his veins, and it was responding to the dominance in Athos voice. His body betrayed him, his new sex growing wet with anticipation despite his **** mental protests.

Athos noticed the change and his smile grew wicked. He reached down and stroked the sensitive mound between Jiff's legs. "You see," he murmured, "you can't fight it. You're a whore now, my slut of a wife."

Jiff, trappedin Shayla's body, whimpered as the pleasure began to build. The **** didn't discriminate; his body only knew that it was receiving the attention of a dominant male. Athos’ touch was electric, sending waves of pleasure through him that he had no control over. He closed his eyes, hating himself for the traitorous arousal he felt.

"Look at me," Athos demanded, his voice harsh. Jiff obeyed, his eyes meeting the cold fury in Athos’ gaze. The lord pushed him back onto the bed, his hands exploring the soft curves and sensitive areas of his new body. "You're going to love me, just like she did," he said, his voice filled with malicious satisfaction.

Jiff felt the weight of Athos on top of him, the flesh of his new body feeling foreign and ****. The touch was both terrifying and exhilarating, his mind torn between the horror of the situation and the undeniable allure of his lord's dominance. He had always enjoyed being in control, but now he was the one being controlled.

Athos leaned down, his breath hot against Jiff's neck. "You're going to be a good girl for me, aren't you?" he asked, his voice a dark caress. Jiff could feel the man's arousal pressing against his thigh, and the realization of what was about to happen made his heart race.

"I don't know how to be a girl," Jiff whimpered, his voice strange in Shayla's softer tones. "Please, Athos, I'm sorry."

“Not yet. But you will be…”

Athos’ hand traveled down Jiff’s body, lingering on the sensitive folds of skin that now belonged to his enemy. He felt a twisted satisfaction in the way Jiff’s body reacted to his touch, knowing that the man was powerless to resist. The room was thick with tension and the scent of sex, a potent mix that fueled Athos desire for dominance. “On your hands and knees girl!” He ordered the naked ****.

With trembling limbs, Jiff complied, his mind reeling with fear and confusion. As a captain of the guard, he had faced countless battles and feared little, but in this moment, he felt more **** than he ever had before. Athos hands gripped his hips, positioning him at the edge of the bed. He felt the lord’s erection brush against his thigh, a stark reminder of his new reality.

Athos leaned over and whispered in Jiff’s ear, his breath warm and taunting. "You're going to take it like the slut you are," he said, his voice thick with lust. "You're going to scream my name as I claim what’s mine."

Jiff’s body responded despite his protests, his muscles tensing and his breath hitching as Athos’ hand slid between his legs, finding the wetness that had pooled there. The lord’s touch was rough, uncaring, and it sent a bolt of pleasure through him that made him gasp. He didn’t know how to handle this, didn’t know how to be the one receiving instead of giving.

Athos took Jiff’s arousal as an invitation and lined himself up with the warm, welcoming wetness of his new wife’s body. With a swift sure thrust, he claimed his prize, burying himself to the hilt. Jiff cried out, the pain mingling with the unexpected pleasure that shot through him like lightning. He had never felt so full, so used, so utterly at the mercy of another person.

The lord’s movements grew more forceful, each thrust punctuating his words. "You're going to learn to love this," he grunted, his hips slamming into the softness of Jiff’s new form. "You're going to beg for it, just like she did."

Jiff's thoughts were a tumultuous storm of fear, anger, and unwanted arousal. He tried to fight the feeling, to maintain some semblance of control, but it was futile. The **** had its hold on him, and Athos knew just how to manipulate her. The pain was intense, but so was the pleasure, and it grew with each passing second. She felt her body betray her, her hips moving back to meet each thrust, her moans becoming more needy and less ****.

Athos watched the transformation of his new **** wife with a sadistic glee, his own body responding to the power he wielded over the former captain. He had always known Jiff had a taste for the finer things in life, but he never suspected his weakness would extend to his own wife. Now, as he claimed that body for his own, he knew that Jiff would never be able to look him in the eye again without remembering this moment.

Jiff’s eyes were squeezed shut, her teeth clenched as Anselmo’s cock plunged into her. The sensations were overwhelming, the pain mixing with a pleasure that seemed to come from a place deep within her soul. She could feel her new lord’s dominance in every thrust, the way he controlled every inch of her body. It was humiliating, but it was also intoxicating.

“Look at me, slut!” Athos’ voice was a command that Jiff couldn’t ignore. She **** her eyes open, staring into the cold, triumphant gaze of the man who had taken everything from her. Athos hand wrapped around her throat, squeezing just enough to make her gasp for air. “You’re going to come for me, aren’t you?”

Jiff’s eyes filled with tears as she nodded, the realization of her new fate sinking in. She was no longer the feared captain of the guard; she was a mere plaything for Athos’ amusement. Each thrust sent waves of pleasure and pain through her, a confusing cocktail that had her body responding against her will. Her mind was a battleground of humiliation and desire, a war she was losing with every passing moment.

Athos’ hand tightened around Jiff’s throat, his strokes growing more urgent. "Say it," he demanded, his voice a gruff growl. "Say you're going to come for me."

Jiff's voice was barely audible, her body trembling under the weight of Athos dominance. "I... I will," she whispered.

The words seemed to be torn from her very soul, and as she said them, the dam broke. She felt her body convulse around Athos’ cock, the orgasm ripping through her like a tempest. It was unlike anything she had ever experienced, a mix of pleasure and degradation that left her giddy and gasping for breath.

Unfortunately Lord Athos had not disabled the mind swapper… and now it was his turn to feel the power of the device. He had no idea what was happening, only that he was experiencing a sudden, overwhelming sense of vertigo. He staggered back, his hand reaching for the wall to steady himself, his eyes unfocused.

As he collapsed, the world around him swirled and changed. When he opened his eyes again, he was looking through a different set of eyes, seeing the room from a new perspective. He was now in Shayla’s body, and the realization hit him like a ton of bricks. He looked behind him… a cock was inside his new pussy. His former cock!?

Panic set in as he realized the mind swapper had malfunctioned. He was in his wife's **** body, and Jiff was in his. "What is this?" he screamed, his voice high and feminine. He was on his hands and knees, breasts swaying, erect cock in his pussy… it felt good!

Jiff, now in Athos body, felt a strange sensation as he looked down at his own hips moving rhythmically. His mind was reeling from the sudden shift in perspective. He was the one in control now, the one with the power to give and take pleasure. He watched as his former female **** body, now under Athos control, bucked and moaned beneath him, the mind swapper’s effects complete.

The room swam around Athos, now trapped in Shayla’s body. He felt the weight of the world crashing down on him, the gravity of his new situation too much to bear. He had gone from lord to **** in the blink of an eye, and his mind was racing with fear and confusion. He could feel the warmth of Jiff’s new cock inside him, his muscles contracting as he reached his peak.

The orgasm that tore through him was unlike anything he had ever felt. It was a fiery wave of pleasure that consumed him, leaving him trembling and gasping for breath. His mind reeled as he tried to comprehend the betrayal of his own body, the pleasure that he had never wanted to experience. He was no longer the one giving the orders; he was the one receiving them.

"You like that, don't you?" Jiff taunted, his voice thick with amusement. "You're going to be such a good little slut for me." He laughed, parroting Athos threat as he found the mind swapper and removed it from his **** wife’s head.

Athos’ aroused mind raced as he felt his body spasm around Jiff’s cock. He had never felt so powerless, so utterly at the mercy of another. The pleasure was exquisite, but the humiliation was unbearable. He had to get out of this situation, to regain control.

"Now," Jitf said, smiling wickedly, "you're going to learn what it's like to be on the receiving end of your own medicine."

Athos, trapped in Shayla's body, felt the last vestiges of his anger slip away, replaced by an excited dread. He had never expected this twist of fate, and now he was at the mercy of the man he hated. Jiff, now in control of his body, didn't waste any time. He pulled out and flipped Athos over onto his back, his cock still hard and demanding. "You thought you bested me, didn't you?" Jiff asked, a cruel edge to his tone. "Well, now it's your turn to be fucked..."

Athos felt a new set of restraints tighten around his wrists and ankles, binding him to the four poster bed. He struggled against them, the soft skin of his new body stretching and straining against the leather. But it was no use; he was as powerless as a ragdoll in the hands of a child. Jiff climbed back on top of him, his weight pressing down as he positioned himself between Athos’ thighs. "Beg for it," he ordered, his hand stroking Athos’ new clit, now painfully sensitive.

Athos mouth opened to protest, but all that came out was a moan of need. The **** had turned his body into a traitor, craving the very touch he despised. "Please," he whispered, his voice barely recognizable as his own.

Jiff leaned in close, his eyes gleaming with malice. "Please what?" he prompted, his finger circling the engorged nub of Athos’ clit.

"Please... take me," Athos whimpered, his cheeks burning with shame and aroused humiliation. He had never begged for anything in his life, and now he was begging for the very thing he had never wanted.

Jiff’s smile grew wider, and he didn’t bother to hide his glee. "As you wish, my lady," he said, sinking his cock back into Athos’ pussy. Athos felt the invasion, felt the stretch and the burn, and knew that she was lost.

The rhythm grew faster, the pleasure more intense, and Athos found herself begging for more. She had never felt such an overwhelming need, such a **** craving for a man's touch. It was as if her very soul was being consumed by the flames of her own lust.

Jiff was merciless, his strokes deep and punishing, his hands roaming over Athos new body with a possessive hunger.

Athos, trapped by her own stupidity in a prison of her own making, could do nothing but endure the relentless onslaught of pleasure. Her mind reeled, trying to reconcile the stark reality of her situation with the carnality that now ruled her body. The **** had turned her body into a vessel for Jiff's desires, and she was at the mercy of the very man she had just so cruelly punished.

Jiff's thrusts grew more frenzied, his breath hot against Athos’ neck as he whispered dark, twisted promises of what was to come. "You're going to serve me," he murmured. Each word was a knife in Athos heart, a reminder of her folly and the depths to which she had fallen. A promise of exquisite pleasure.

Athos, now fully embracing her new role as a **** wife, felt a strange sense of liberation in her submission. Her body, once a bastion of power and authority, now quivered with each stroke, responding to the raw, primal need that had been unlocked within her. She had been a lord, a conqueror, a master of her own destiny, but in this moment, she was nothing more than a vessel for Jiff's pleasure.

Athos eyes rolled back in her head as Jiff claimed her, his touch both terrifying and exhilarating. She had never known this kind of vulnerability, never felt so utterly exposed. And yet, there was something about it that called to the deepest, darkest parts of her soul. The mind swapper had not only stolen her identity but had also unlocked a side of her she never knew existed.

Jiff's movements grew more forceful, his breaths ragged with lust. Athos, mindless with need, felt her body respond, betraying her mind's Distant screams of protest with whimpers of pleasure. She had been a man of iron will, feared and respected, but now she was a plaything, a toy for Jiff's twisted games. Her hips rolled to meet his thrusts, her new body acting of its own accord, driven by the **** **** that had taken over her mind.

The room swirled around Athos, the walls closing in as the orgasm approached. She had never felt so much pleasure, so much shame and arousal. It was a tempest of sensation that she could not escape, a prison of her own making. She was no longer a lord, but a **** to her own desires, a whore for her enemy's amusement. The irony was not lost on her, even as she moaned and bucked beneath him.

Jiff watched with a twisted sense of triumph. The lord who had once towered over him was now a quivering mess beneath his own cock. He had never enjoyed the act of sex more than he did in that moment, the power of his new position a heady aphrodisiac that clouded his thoughts. He felt invincible, a god holding the strings of fate in his hands.

With a final, brutal thrust, Jiff came, filling Athos’ pussy with his seed. The sensation was like nothing he had ever felt before, a mix of power and pleasure that made him roar with victory. Athos, trapped forever in Shayla's body, could only lie there, panting and spent, as Jiff pulled out and stepped away.

“That was very good my wife. Now clean my cock with your mouth,” he instructed her as he un-manacled her.