...works.

Roselle had just enough time to pull her back into the room, slam the door shut and push Calob unto the bed before it hit.

BZZZZZZT

Clinking. Breathing. Creaking wood. Light! Calob sat up on instinct, feeling his muscles responding with perfect coordination, moving him effortlessly. There was a warm sensation around his skin and a bulge between his legs. Him! He was Sir Willifred again! Hurrah!

Up before him, frozen in position, was Roselle, naked and dripping between her legs. Both tiny hands were on the door frame, trying to dislodge it open so she could escape. Apparently the door was slammed so hard the doorknob fell off.

Meek, eyes wide opened, Roselle retreated into the corner, the heavy chain connecting her wrist cuffs clinking.

Calob sighed in releif as he realised that he was back in control, male... He reached down between his legs and confirmed it. Yes male. He grinned as he looked at Roselle. "Well that's a releif. No escape for you girl. You..." He looked at her sex. That had breifly been his. It was disquieting. He had been her. She had been him. "We're both back where we belong." He moved over to her. "Now ... " he placed his hand under her chin. "Where were we?"

Roselle's eyes darted between Calob's jaw, the door, between his legs and the window. Unconsciously, as her eyes watched him touch himself, her tongue ran over her swollen lips, moistening them, while her knees inched closer and she pressed her thighs together.

"We were escaping like someone who doesn't want to be a ****!" Lowering her shoulder, she charged - awkwardly, unsteadily, breasts and wrists hobbling - to throw herself out of the window.

As she tried to get away Calob grabbed her chain and pulled it up high so she stood to attention on tip toe. A weird sense of de ja vu accompanied the action.

Of course. The chain held tight, Roselle found her wrists, then arms, then entire body held high, forcing her unto tentative tip-toes, swaying. Calob held her high, practically effortlessly lifting her with one arm.

"Remember when we were doing this?" Calob asked, his other hand slapping her legs apart, his fingers probing into her, remembering the rough pleasure of it. "You're the ****. Not me. And you are the one who doesn't want to escape this fate. I'm in charge... You'll regret what you almost did." He slowly probed then extracted his fingers and brought them to her eyes. He inhaled the scent then pushed them into her mouth.

She gasped as her thighs were spread apart, pale pink welts left from his fingers on her inner thighs, before the fingers probed into her and into her mouth. She grimaced as they went in, a look of pleasure dominating her face, before she managed to blurt out;

"You wish you were the one being fingered, don’t you?"

Even as the fight went out of her body, as she spread her legs wide, as she sucked needfully at his fingers, her eyes tried to hold their gaze on him. She rubbed herself up and down against him, taking opportunity of his surprise to pull her mouth away from her fingers.

"Are you sure you prefer to be the Master? Wouldn't you rather feel like this..." She lifted one foot and rubbed her leg against him.

“I wish I was a servile **** like you?" He snorted derisively. The idea was no longer the least bit enticing now that he was a man again. "Hardly. I'm more than happy with feeling your body in this one." It was frightening how he had been stuck in the body and mindset of a ****.

He led her over to the bed and pulled the chain higher, attaching it to a wall mounted hook. She dangled there as he sat on the bed, his fingers absently toying with her sex as he made connection with his ship.

DIAGNOSTICS CHECK, he thought and ran through the system. No, it hadn't been a solar flare. Someone on Acteon had hacked the system and corrupted the mental connection. They had been trying to hijack his body and awaken it to escape. He felt a nervous flutter in his stomach. He'd nearly been stuck permanently as Roselle but by activating the defences he had knocked out the attacker. They must be nearby. The system needed to be rebooted before whoever was attempting the hack could try again.

"Stay there." He ordered as he gripped her clit and gave it a firm squeeze. Then he stood and went outside. Whoever it was must be in the building... He went downstairs to the smoky tavern. He looked about, eyes falling on a cloaked figure in a dark alcove. Small, nervous, trying not to look at him. He chuckled as he walked over to the figure and grabbed them by the arm, making them stand.

The cloaked figure let out a cry. A high pitched feminine sound. Without a care for the onlookers he lifted the girl and threw her over his shoulder, taking her up to his room, ignoring her feeble struggles. He threw her down on the bed and pulled open her cloak. Another **** girl, pale skinned, small breasted, dark haired, green eyes, **** brand... Hydrian stock.

"So... You're the culprit." He accused.

The girl paled and her lower lip quivered. "Yes. Please master. It wasn't personal. I was just trying to escape. I do not belong here..." The new girl, the interloper, cowered, trying to make herself smaller and look helpless --

-helpless, hands bound above him, rough sheets beneath his naked bottom, a horrifying emptiness between his legs he needed, needed to be filled-

Calob shook off the thought. It was powerful.

The girl watched him. Roselle watched him. In their eyes were fear and lust... But also opportunity?

Roselle hissed something in an unknown language. Translating, offered his mental console. Roselle hissed again, sibilants spraying as the girl in green shed her cloak and ran over.

They kissed. Roselle affixed Calob with a stare, holding his gaze. The girl in green **** herself onto Roselle, lips pressing down on the defenceless girl, fingers finding her breasts and thighs...

-powerlessness, helplessness, Roselle's strong body in control, hand grabbing his breasts roughly, reaching between his inner thighs, forcing their way into him-

Calob swallowed. He could be one of these slaves... In his breeches, Calob discovered his erection.