Shudders as the helm is removed.

Jack blinked confusedly as the helm was removed. All the pent up sexual frustration and tension Sora had felt were hers. The fantasies of being a submissive ****, of being taken... the amped up libido. Hers for now. Strongly imprinted.

Kat grinned as he leant over her, kissed her, pushed her back on her bed. She felt his manhood against her. He reached down and grabbed her by the hips, pulling her towards him. She felt his manhood pressing oh so pleasurably against her lips.

She wanted to say no but all she could gasp was, "god, yes, take me!" As he slipped fully into her hot yielding flesh.

NO No no. A small part of Jack cried as each thrust sent mind dizzying thrills of pleasure through her body.

Kat laughed as he slid into her. “Oh yes...”

She found herself pressing her petite body against his submissively. Her only desire was to please him and herself. Her new breasts moulded into his chest, the nipples erect with arousal.

But whilst the conflict was futile Jack did not give up, struggling the entire time to assert control, even as Kat thrust into her willing pussy. "God that feels so good," she said. And it was true. It was knee shaking. She could hardly believe the words that came out of her mouth next. "Please fuck me harder," she begged, practically whimpering with her need.

Kat was in control and Jack was little more than a passenger in her oversexed body - and loving it. The small part of Jack could only watch what happened next. She was on her back, legs spread wide invitingly and he moved over her looking down.

yes Yes YES! Jack thought as her pussy clamped and spasmed and the first of many orgasms rocked her feminine body.

Kat filled Jacks pussy and then lay down beside her. Jack lay on her back, spent and in shock. She stood and moved to the shower to clean herself off and try an compose herself.

The helm enforced visions started to fade and her true self reasserted itself. Kat then joined herin the shower.

The two locked eyes again. Rage and anger flashes in the girl's eyes before her submissive urges made her lower her gaze. She looked down at her full naked breasts. She would prefer to admire them from another perspective. She would normally have wanted to possess them, but now they were truly hers.

The man touched her breasts, thumbing her nipple deftly and she felt her knees quiver, her naked loins moisten. Her clit went hard.

She was a man dammit! Not a ****. Not this man's plaything. But the reactions of herbody told her something else. More accurately they dictated her response - she moaned and moved forwards eagerly.

"Do you like that?" Kat asked and she tried to say no. The words died on her lips. Her free will was caged. Her male pride was caged. She fumed. She was trapped and could only answer as a ****.

Damn magic. "Answer me." He commanded.

And despite hating it, despite fighting it, despite it going against every part of her caged being she meekly and truthfully responded, "yes Master."

"Excellent," her new master, her former **** exclaimed. "Let us return to the bed. I wish to further sample your new charms ****."

Jack meekly followed her master. She walked naked through the city

stations corridors, all eyes admiring her unclad beauty. It excited her to be displayed and paraded like prized chattel, even as it shamed and angered her former self. And she was chattel. Property. And the knowledge that she was property aroused her further.

Jack felt so small. So ****. So submissive. And she was at the mercy of her master. A man who would probably want **** upon her. Her pussy grew moister and she hated it. Her nipples grew erect and she ... well she liked that.

She entered her masters chambers and was made to kneel on the floor at the foot of his bed, head down ass up, naked pussy proudly on display. She had done this before with slaves, but to be made to do so herself was unexpectedly demeaning and excited her. She knew what came next after all. She could imagine her master slipping deep into her, hands on her breasts, tweaking he little bullet nipples.

The cold metal chilled her knees, shins, feet, forearms and the tipsof her breasts. But her discomfort aroused her more. She felt a tenseness in her moist vagina, like a diffused but intense erection.

She wanted to be touched, taken. But she dutifully waited, naked with head bowed. And waited whilst her lust and anger at being made to do this simmered. And waited whilst her master ignored her - just to torment her.