Trull the Lord, Liam the slavegirl

Baird had waited in the throne room a few moments after Trull and Sial had left, then he had roughly grabbed Lord Liam by his restraints and led him unceremoniously from the the lords former throne room to the corridor outside Lord Liam's bedchamber, listening intently to Trull taking Sial with amused expectation.

Judging the time was sufficient for the mind swap to have occurred he opened the door and pushed Lord Liam inside.

The bedroom was dimly lit and Sial’s body lay on the bed, still bound to the **** rail. Sial, now in Trull’s body, nodded his thanks to Lord Baird. Baird motioned the former slavegirl to leave and the new Trull nodded respectfully and departed. The tiny figure on the large four posted bed stirred and looked up as Baird roughly shoved Lord Liam toward the bed. The new Sial looked up at the newcomers with growing concern. "Lord Baird, what is happening!?" The confused new slavegirl asked. Her genetic predisposition towards subservience and the ****’s bane made left her aroused and confused. She knew she should be angry with Baird for doing this to her but that emotion evaded her.

"Ah, yes lord Liam, it appears that your former **** has found herself in a rather interesting predicament. It's an amusing turn of events…" Lord Baird chuckled, his eyes glinting with mirth. “Sial, if you ever wish to be free again you will need to let Lord Liam have his way with you. Lord Liam, either you fuck this little ****’s brains out or I will execute you… your choice…”

Trull, now in Sial’s tiny body, looked up at the newcomers with growing confusion and an unfamiliar longing. She was starting to regain her faculties, her arousal no longer clouding her mind. "I-I don't understand. Why would I... Why would he want to do that?" she stammered in concern. She was a man, not some fuckpet slavegirl. Although…

Liam looked at her, his expression a mixture of fear and desperation. "Sial," he whispered. "I’m not going to let him execute me… do as he says."

Baird laughed and pulled Lord Liam’s britches down. “I’ll leave you both too it…” Baird said as he made to leave the two reluctantly manacled lovers.

Sial looked up at Liam's naked body. She had never really seen a man like this before. His size was oddly intimidating. Her own naked body trembled with sudden desire. "I-I don't understand," she stammered as Baird left her. "How is this even possible!?"

Liam was still manacled with his arms restrained behind him. He climbed awkwardly onto the bed and knelt behind her. He could not grip her hips but he clumsily moved his own hips to line his cock up at her swollen and cum dripping cunt. Sial shivered in denial, a part of her struggling against her new role, but she found herself pushing back instinctively, Lord Liam’s cock sliding into her moist loins. She sighed in pleasure.

As Liam began to thrust unsteadily forward, Sial found the sensation of him moving inside her to be unlike anything she'd ever felt. Her body tensed, her head back, her eyes squeezed shut as she savoured the new and intensely erotic sensation. It felt so natural. So right. "God," she moaned, Liam’s large cock probing deep inside her, "I can't believe... I can't believe I'm doing this." Her hands gripped the **** rail, her hips rocking and guiding him deeper inside her. She was moving with pure animalistic need.

The sensation of being filled by a big thick cock was unlike anything Trull had ever imagined. Her tiny body trembled with arousal, her hips thrusting against Lord Liam’s in perfect rhythm, responding harmoniously to the movements of her new master’s body. Her master. She was a ****. She might be trapped like this for the rest of her life. Powerless and at the mercy of these female needs. The thought made her pussy shudder. Trapped. Fucked… She could feel the heat of his skin, the wetness of her folds, and the tightness of her sex as he took her. "Fuck me," she growled, her voice raw with desire. She wanted him to cum deep inside her. Needed it.

And what if he did? Would she become pregnant. She knew she could. But… god it made her excited to think she could become pregnant.

The sound of their bodies slapping together, her little gasps and cries, his grunts and heavy breathing filled the room, echoing off the stone walls.

Lord Liam wondered why Baird was making him fuck his favourite new ****. He’d fucked and whipped her numerous times over the last week. This was something new though. His life was on the line and it made the experience all the more intense and exhilarating.

Sial felt him tense, felt him thrust deep one final time, and felt the hot spurt of his release inside her. “Yes. Oh fuck yes!” She moaned as her own orgasm hit her.

Lord Liam didn't even realise that this would be the last time he would ever orgasm as a man as the mind swapper Sial wore activated. There was a sudden mental discombobulation and then Lord Liam found herself in the body of her **** Sial.

And Trull was suddenly a Lord.

Liam looked down at her new body, still trembling in orgiastic bliss, her former cock pumping hot cum deep inside her. Her mind reeled, trying to process the **** physical and emotional changes. She was no longer a man, no longer in control. It felt incredible.

She looked up at her former male body, bewildered and incredibly horny. She yearned for more. Much, much more. Then the complete madnesss of the body swap hit her.“How! What?!”

This was what Baird had been waiting for. With a chuckle he re-entered the chamber and undid the restraints on Lord Liam’s body. Trull, now Lord Liam, pulled his pants up in a state of shock. He wandered from his newly inherited bedchambers and paused as he came face to face with his original body. He stared.

Sial, in Trull’s body, grinned. “Crazy huh my lord?” He observed.

Trull in Liam’s body nodded absently. “Um… Lord Liam. Is… a slavegirl… Is uh.. you…” he muttered, still trying to get his head around it. He’d been a slavegirl. He’d had a pussy. He’d been fucked as a woman. He’d loved. Utterly loved it. It was too much for the man to absorb.

Baird removed the swapper from the slavegirls forehead and followed Lord Liam’s body out, nodding to Sial in Trull’s body as he passed. “Those whippings should be avenged… sir Trull I give you the slavegirl Sial for your use. With Lord Liam trapped in it forever…” he said as he motioned the new Trull into Lord Liam’s bedchamber.

Sial’s expression was dark as he entered and regarded the former Lord, reduced to a slavegirl in his former body. Lord Liam pulled against the **** rail, her new body weak and ineffectual.

"Aye," Sial growled, "hello my lord..." He moved closer to the slavegirl. “To be clear that used to be my body that you are now trapped in. But I think you are going to be Sial now. Hello… ****.” He slapped her ass and watched semen dribbling from her swollen cunt down her inner thighs as a red hand print materialised on her ass cheek. She was red faced and panting with exhilaration and exhaustion. "You'll learn what it's like to be on the other end of things." His other hand slid between her legs, roughly probing her still wet and cum dripping sex. “Hmmm, who’s the slut now?” He asked and laughed at his witticism. Lord Liam had said a similar thing to the new slavegirl when he first plied Sial with ****’s band, fucked and whipped her.

The former Lord shivered, the irony not lost on her. Her ass smarted pleasurably and her heart beat with anticipation.

"Yes, my ****... It is I, Sial," she hissed through gritted teeth. The former Lord’s new body, still trembling from the act of sex, betrayed her as she tried and failed to resist her female need. "You'll pay for what you did to me," he promised, his voice wavering with emotion as he unbuckled his britches. The implicit threat and impending punishment were like an intense narcotic for the submissively inclined slavegirl.

The former Lord gasped as Sial's cock pushed into her, filling her again. The cocktail of fear, pain, surprise, masochistic arousal and pleasure were overwhelming, and she felt herself losing control. Trull’s thrusts were powerful and unrelenting, his grip on her breasts rough and bruising. Her body arched, meeting his every thrust.

"That's it, my ****," Trull growled, "give in to it." He slammed into her harder, their bodies slapping together. His free hand reached around between them, teasing her swollen clit until she cried out, her orgasm crashing over her.

The former Lord arched her back, her body convulsing as Sial's thrusts sent wave after wave of pleasure through her. She whimpered and moaned, her hips bucking against his, **** for more. Trull grunted, his own release imminent, and finally, with a powerful thrust, he emptied himself inside her.

“Remember how you said you would breed me. Make my breasts swell with your child… remember how you gave me the breeding ****. Remember…?” Trull asked.

The former Lord whimpered. She tried to deny his words, but it was no use. She remembered all too well. She had given this body those ****. She was going to be a breeder. Her breast, that ached with desire, nipples swollen and sensitive from the ****’s bane, would soon swell along with her slim belly. She looked down at Trull’s cock, the instrument that would make her a mother, sliding in and out of her pussy. "Yes... yes..." she moaned, unable to deny the truth of his words. Her hips bucked up against him, meeting his thrusts, their bodies slapping together in a rhythm that was both painful and exquisite. She wanted his babies in that moment.

“Fuck you Liam…” Sial swore then growled, his hips moving faster, his cock ramming deeper inside her as he angrily fucked her, revisiting every injustice upon her. His hand held her breast roughly, and she felt the pain mingling with the pleasure, making it all the more intense as she struggled to meet his aggressive thrusts. Every thrust made her more the slavegirl, pushed her away from her pride, power, prestige and lordly self.

"That's it, my ****," Sial whispered harshly. "Take it all." He twisted her sensitive clit until she shuddered and tears of pleasure rolled from her glazing eyes, her orgasm building within her. He pinched her clit, forcing her over the edge, and she cried out, her body convulsing as wave after wave of pleasure washed over her.

The pain and the pleasure were almost too much to bear as their bodies moved together in a frenzied rhythm, their sweat-slick skin sliding against each other.

"You belong to me," he growled, his voice ragged with lust as he came for the first time as a man. "You'll never be anything but my ****."

The former Lord felt Sial's cock throb inside her. His thrusts became erratic, wild, as if he couldn't contain himself any longer. She clung to the rail, their sweat-slick skin sticking together as she tried to hold on.

"Yes," she gasped, her hips bucking up against his. "Fuck me my lord. Make me yours."

Trull thrust one last time as he came deep inside her. Then he pulled out and grinned. He unhitched her from the **** post and led her back to the harem, leashing her to the **** post with the four other **** girls that made up Lord Liam’s concubines. The new Sial knelt, naked, sex oozing cum, panting and horny and confused. Trull laughed at their change of fate and left Sial with the other slavegirls. He whistled as he returned to the throne room. Life was good.