Waking up

Bill rolled over and frowned. That felt… wrong!

He sat up with a start and looked down at his naked body. It was definitely not his body. It was slender, with large breasts and a tiny waist. Panic began to set in as he saw his hands and forearms bound with thick, metal chains attached to a collar around his neck. His legs were also chained, but not to anything. They were just... there, dangling off the side of a cold, stone slab. His mind raced. Where was he? What was he doing here? And why was he naked? Why was he a she!!?

The room was dimly lit by flickering torches on the walls, and the air was heavy with the smell of stale sex and sweat. The walls were made of dark, damp stone, with what looked like ancient tapestries hanging from them, depicting scenes of battles and conquests. The floor was cold and hard under his new, feminine ass, and he heard the sound of clanking metal and muffled groans echoing through the corridor outside. He realized with a sinking feeling that he was in some kind of medieval dungeon, and he was not the only one in this predicament. He turned to regard five other naked and chained women. Slavegirls… like her!

One of them looked vaguely familiar, with her mouth gagged and her eyes filled with a mix of fear and resignation. The others were similarly bound, each with their own leash attached to the **** rail along the wall, their bodies marked with the same signs of recent use and ****. She looked around for any sign of her own male body, but there was nothing but cold, empty space.

The heavy door to the chamber swung open, revealing a towering figure in the doorway. It was a man dressed in the garb of a powerful lord, his eyes gleaming with a sadistic pleasure that sent a shiver down Bill's spine. The lord stepped into the room, his leather boots echoing off the stone floor, and approached the bound forms with a leather crop in hand. He stopped in front of Bill's new body, eyes lingering on her breasts and the hairless pinkness between her legs.

"Ah, my dear," he said, his voice a deep rumble that seemed to resonate in the very walls of the castle. "You're finally awake. I was beginning to think you'd sleep through your first day of training."

The lord's gaze was piercing, and Bill felt her stomach clench. “Janet?” was this her wife, Janet? But he looked so different, so powerful and cruel. The transformation was more than just physical; it was as if he had become a creature of pure dominance. She tried to speak, but her mouth was too dry, and the only sound that came out was a pitiful whine. Janet chuckled darkly, stroking the leather crop against Bill’s cheek.

“Your voice is so sweet now, my little pet. But no need for talking. I’ll do all the talking for us.” He reached down and grabbed the chain attached to her collar, yanking her to her feet. The cold metal bit into her skin, sending a jolt of pain through her body. She stumbled, feeling the weight of the chains that bound her wrists and ankles. Janet walked around his, inspecting his new property with a twisted smile.

“You’re going to love it here, I promise. You’re going to love serving me and the other guests of the castle. You’re going to love every single inch of cock that’s **** into your pretty little cunt and every drop of cum you’re made to swallow. And the best part is, thanks to this little potion I’ve given you, you won’t even have the choice to resist. Your body will crave it, beg for it, even when your mind screams no. You’re going to be the perfect fucktoy, aren’t you?”

Janet’s hand traveled down the length of the chain until he reached Bill’s crotch, giving it a cruel tug. Bill’s eyes widened as she felt something unfamiliar and unpleasant stretch within her. It was a plug, lodged deep inside her, keeping her open and ready for use. Janet noticed the look of horror and confusion in her eyes and laughed.

"Oh, yes," he said, "You're already prepared for your new role. You see, I've been working on this for a very long time, waiting for the perfect moment to unleash your true potential. And now, my love, you're going to be my most devoted servant.”

Bill’s mind was racing. This couldn’t be Janet. This couldn’t be real. But the cold metal biting into her skin and the heavy weight of the chains were all too real. She looked around the room, searching for an escape, for anything that could explain this nightmare. But there was no escape. This was her reality now.

Janet continued to speak, his voice a dark caress that seemed to wrap around her like a second skin. "You're going to learn to crave the sound of my voice, the feel of my hand on your skin, the pain I bring you, and the pleasure I allow you to feel." He leaned in closer, his breath hot against her ear. "And when you do, you'll thank me for making you into the obedient little slut you were always meant to be."