Trull becomes Sial the slavegirl

The room was a study in contrasts; warm, golden light spilled in through tall arched windows, bathing the stone walls in a soft, inviting glow. But amidst this cozy atmosphere, a cold, unforgiving metal **** rail stretched across the center of the room and naked women were collared and leashed to it in perfectly practiced **** poses.

Their skin glistened with a light sheen of sweat, reflecting the firelight flickering from the hearth. Lord Baird could almost taste the mix of their scents: fear and desire, submission and arousal. It was intoxicating.

This was Lord's Liam’s personal harem. Baird regarded the five slavegirls leashed at the **** rail. They were his now, all naked and exceptionally beautiful. The youngest of them was only 19 summers old and bore a fresh **** tattoo on her naked breast - along with recent lash marks crisscrossing her back.

Sial would have stood a scant five foot two inches tall. But she knelt obediently, knees shoulder width apart, upturned hands resting on knees. She possessed full round breasts which jutted out due to shoulders being artfully stretched back, her perfectly dimpled ass rested atop her tiny feet. Here was a slimly curvaceous figure that demanded a lords attention, beautiful innocent features thanks to her carefully cultivated mixed **** heritage. There was some Bendari stock in her and perhaps some Anchorian.

Lord Baird approached her, looking down at her naked body, silver chain tied fast to the **** post. He cupped one of her ample breasts and hefted its weight. She shivered at his touch and he watched as her nipples grew large, proud and erect.

Sial was perfect for Baird’s needs, particularly since Lord Liam had clearly just started breaking her into her new role as a ****. Baird lifted her head and looked into her eyes, eyes that held a fervent sexual need – the result of ****’s bane - and a hint of anger at her enforced fate. She was likely only just introduced to the **** judging by her fiery response. Soon her spirit would be crushed. Or perhaps not.

"What is your name ****?" Baird asked as he let go of her chin. He imagined the proud and regal Lord Liam looking up at him from this body and smiled cruelly. He liked that idea. He had promised to figuratively mount Lord Liams head on a pike and he’d meant it. But it would be with Liam in this body and she would be sucking his cock like a perfect ****.

"Sial, my lord," she responded, eyes downcast.

"I see. And how far does your **** lineage go back?" Baird prompted. The tattoo told him that but he wanted to hear her say it.

"Six generations my lord," she replied, her body trembling with need from the ****’s bane.

"How would you like to be free?" Baird asked curiously as he plotted out the various mind swaps he would enact. Trull would be be in Lord Liam’s body, Lord Liam would be in Sial and Sial would be in Trull’s body…

"I am a **** my lord. I always knew this was my fate. I took my first ****'s bane only last week. I received my **** tattoo at the same time. I… will never be free," Sial said, her words bitter.

"If I freed you then I would expect you to swear fealty to me… I can free you. You don't have to be a ****. But you must promise to serve me. Do you swear it?" He lifted her chin again and looked into her eyes.

Sial looked up at him and fervently hoped he spoke the truth. "Yes my lord…"

Baird took the mind swapping device and placed it on her head. The machine was bio-organic and bonded with the slavegirl, no longer detectable to the naked eye. "Good enough. Come, I have a knight I wish you to meet," Baird said as he escorted Sial to his men in the throne room where Lord Liam knelt in chains. "Trull!" He beckoned.

Sial regarded the tall, young and muscular knight as he stepped forward at the sound of his name. His armor glinted in the dim light of the throne room, and his piercing blue eyes met Sial's. He took in her naked form, wrists bound behind her back, and a hint of a smirk played on his lips. "Yes, my lord?" Trull greeted Baird.

"Here, for your excellent service, take this ****. You can have her in Lord Liam's chambers,” Lord Baird said magnanimously. Baird had ulterior motives - Trull was in for a rude shock.

Trull's eyes widened in surprise at his luck, but he quickly masked his expression and nodded. He had been promised Lord Liam’s title and castle. But he had long yearned to possess Sial and now she would be his! "Thank you, my lord. I am honoured." He reached out and took Sial's arm, pulling the petite **** closer to him. She looked up at him, her eyes full of bane lust and innocent uncertainty.

As Trull led Sial towards the bedchamber, he could feel her trembling slightly under his grasp. He couldn’t help but feel a sense of excitement and anticipation as he imagined what was to come at last. Once inside the bedchamber, Trull closed the door behind them and turned to face Sial.

He took a moment to study her, his gaze lingering on her trembling lips and the desperation in her eyes. Her erect, aroused nipples and moist hairless sex were perfection. He could sense her need, her longing to be taken, to be used. Without a word, he pulled her close, his arm snaking around her waist as he crushed his lips against hers. Sial responded eagerly under the influence of the ****’s bane, her body melting against his as she opened her mouth to allow his tongue to explore.

Trull's other hand roamed over her small lush body, feeling the softness of her skin and the curve of her hip. He couldn’t help but feel a sense of power as he dominated her, controlling her every move. As they continued to kiss, Trull's hand reaches up to grasp and fondle her soft breast, his thumb flicking over her erect nipple. Sial gasped into his mouth, her body arching into his touch.

Trull's fingers deftly worked to undo the bindings on Sial's wrist, freeing her hands. She reached up to tangle her fingers in his hair, needfully pulling him closer as she deepened the kiss.

The knight stepped back, his gaze traveling over her body, taking in the sight of her breasts heaving with desire, her nipples hard and sensitive. He guided her over to the bed’s **** rail, tied her wrists to it so she knelt and then bent her slim naked body over, face downward cast, breasts swaying prettily as they hung down and her full rounded ass facing him. He ran a hand over the crisscrossed welts on her back, marks left by Lord Liam’s sadistic pleasure. She gasped in masochistic pleasure at his touch, shivering in anticipation as he admired the red marks on her smooth, palely whipped skin for a moment then unbuckled his britches to release his growing erection.

He spanked her bare bottom sharply, leaving a sting that quickly turned to heat. She gasped, arching her back, and he could feel the wetness between her legs as he thrust his hand roughly between her legs, rubbing her swollen folds. Her hips bucked wildly, seeking more contact as he circled his fingers around her clit, teasing her mercilessly from behind.

Trull growled, pushing two fingers inside her, feeling her tightness grip him as she was stretched by his invasion. Her moans filled the room, echoing off the walls as he began to slowly thrust, each finger fucking stroke deeper and harder than the one before it. He domineeringly pulled her hips back towards him as he felt her body tensing, her muscles clenching spasmodically around his fingers. Her orgasm washed over her, and he could feel her juices coating his hand as she incoherently moaned and cried out in rapturous pleasure. Satisfied she was ready he rubbed his thick cock and pressed the large bulbous head against her wetly swollen pussy lips.

With a powerful thrust, Trull slammed deep into Sial's slick, ready body, feeling her hot tightness engulf him as he buried himself to the hilt. She was everything he had ever dreamed and more. A perfect slavegirl. Her hands gripped the **** rail as she arched her back beneath him, meeting his every thrust as best as her restrained state allowed. The sounds of their passion filled the room, echoing off the walls as they lost themselves in the pleasure. Trull's grip on Sial's hips remained firm, his body moving in a steady rhythm that drove him deeper and deeper inside her. He reached under her and gripped a breast, roughly twisting her nipple.

Sial gasped as she was again brought closer to the brink. Trull felt his own release building in his balls, his hips surging forward in quicker strokes as he neared the edge. He could feel the tension coiling in his belly, the impending release of his seed. With one final, powerful thrust, he cried out, pouring himself into her, his body shuddering as he spilled his seed deep inside her.

Then the room seemed to flip and Trull found himself bent over, his small feminine hands gripping the **** rail, warmth filling him strangely in regular pulses that were incredibly pleasurable. He looked down in bewilderment suffused with orgasmic pleasure. He saw… breasts hanging from his suddenly pale, slim and muscle free torso. They swayed prettily, their nipples hard and tingling with unfamiliar pleasure. And beyond them, between his daintily kneeling legs was a female sex, stretched wide by a large thick cock!? He should have been shocked but the pleasure was overwhelming and prevented him from fully comprehending his suddenly female body.

Sial likewise found her perspective awry, strong hands gripping the comely hips of a **** girl from behind, her newfound cock erupting in the girls pussy. “Oh god,” Sial groaned as she experienced the power and pleasure of a male orgasm. She felt strong… virile… free. She was a master!

Trull, meanwhile, felt the warmth flooding him, the rhythmic pulses, the pleasure. He continued to look down, dazed, at his breasts which Sial was gripping rather cruelly, a thick long cock – his former cock - sliding in and out of the pussy he had been fucking moments before. His pussy!? He was in a female body, having sex with his former body man. It should be shocking, but all he could feel was an intense, unyielding desire to continue.

"Fuck, Sial," he groaned, his voice higher than he ever remembered. "Don't stop." His hips began to move again, meeting Sial's thrusts, their bodies slapping together in time.

Sial kept cumming, her head thrown back as she looked up at the ceiling, her eyes closed tightly. "God, Trull," she moaned. "I can't believe... I can't believe I'm doing this." Her hands gripped his hips, pulling and pushing, guiding and controlling the girls small body, thrusting deeper inside him. Fully spent and growing overly sensitive she pulled out. She was a man. Free. As Lord Baird had promised. It was unbelievable!