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Welcome bold adventurer.
This started as a story in the world of Zhor (a "universe" entertaining
b&d tg fantasies - thanks overlord), then I turned it into an Adrift
game, now it's a story again.
The intro blurb of the game suggested that if being transformed into a
female slave girl and engaging in sexual acts isn't something that
interests you then you ought to stop playing now... likewise stop reading
now.
The game was quite linear despite my vague notion of having a slave
master thread and a slave thread with Pohst either ruking the protagonist
or being ruked himself. Sadly I ran out of steam.
There remains enough narrative to make it a worthwhile read. Rather than
rewriting the whole thing again in the third person I've left it in the
second person form (which I don't normally use cause I find it weird) and
connected the main actions and descriptions together. As a patch up job
it's not too bad. If you look past the chunkiness' you may enjoy it.
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Slave War of Zhor
You are Visp, a proud and prosperous pimp, slave lord and pleasure house
master of the city of Xeft. For the last few months you have been
embroiled in deadly conflict with Yohsl, a rival crime lord, a war that
you soon plan to win.
At the moment you lurk in the shadows of the seedy alley, ignoring the
smells and grime. This alley is like all the nameless alleys that zig zag
and curve through the heart of the beggars quarter. The midnight bell
tolls over the sleepy city. "You know for certain Yohsl will come
through here?" you ask Pohst.
Pohst, a lithe man with dark hair and darker eyes nods grimly. "Yes," he
is Yohsl's most trusted captain, but tonight he is betraying Yohsl. He
clutches the pommels of his short sword and dagger in calloused hands.
"He goes to visit his new mistress." Pohst is clad like you in dark
clothes and cloak. He is also wrapped in silk cloth to muffle noise and
hide the gleam of metal. The finest back alley fighter you've ever known,
he is all hard angles and wiry strength. You take comfort in the presence
of your three men watching him closely.
Suddenly Yohsl, a brawny tough who runs the cities rival gambling and
pleasure house operations steps into the alley. He winds through the
piles of refuse that clutter the uneven cobbled lane.
As Yohsl passes you spring into action, Pohst and your men following
close behind. You bring your cudgel down hard on the back of his head and
he staggers then falls to the cobbles. You, Pohst and your men drag his
limp body through the streets to your brothel. In case it is being
watched you go down the dark stairs that lead to a basement and one of
the secret tunnels to the Oubliette.
You drag Yohsl to the podium and chain him. It is here that you plan on
interrogating Yohsl. Candle light flickers upon the stone dias that lies
at the centre of the oubliette. Candles, whips, feathers, harnesses,
leather fetish wear, silken garments, thongs, corsets, stiletto heels and
course slave clothes are laid about the dais. The air is heavy with the
smell incense.
Then you bring sniffing salts to rouse the man. His pained eyes open.
"Visp," he spits with venom.
"Right then, I think you need to tell me about your operation. Your
plans, resources, men..." you say quietly as you pick up one of the whips
and flex it's leather shaft.
Yohsl seems unimpressed but you have no doubt he is afraid. He chuckles,
"it seems I'm between a rock and a hard place. If I talk I lose
everything. If I don't," he shrugged. "Try your worst," he states simply.
You nod at his naked honesty, having expected as much. Yohsl is brave and
will not willingly hand over his empire. You fondle the whip, considering
your options. Torture is repugnant. Threats are useless. There is a
better way... perhaps if Yohsl had a new master. You smile at the notion.
Yes, there are other more subtle ways to gain the information you desire.
After all you quite considerable skills in apothecary.
You go to your ornate and highly carved teak desk and take out a vial.
You brandish the vial melodramatically, suppressing the urge to laugh
sinisterly. "You give me no choice... ruk serum."
Yohsl licks his lips, perspiration on his brow. "Wait, perhaps we can
talk about this?"
"You had your chance for that," you say. He is stalling. You know with
little doubt that being ruked will make him more pliable than the mere
threat of being ruked. After all, this was the common fate
You watch the fear in the man's eyes grow as you approach. "Last
chance... mwahahaha," you laugh as you raise the syringe.
He glares at you and you inject it. The serum enters Yohsl's arm. His
eyes glaze over as the sleeping drug you combined robs him of
consciousness.
The transformation process takes three days, three days where you have
been forced to wait and pace, unable to act. The formerly large man has
now been reduced to a cute little slave girl, slender and large breasted
girl. You have had your lash mistress Khali prepare the girl. As you
ordered she is hogtied with her head down and her perfectly rounded arse
high. She is gagged and small grunts of anger come from deep within her
throat. Her freshly pierced nipples stand erect and her breath comes in
angry gasps. Her pussy glistens smoothly, freshly shaved, as per your
instructions.
To extract any useful information she knows you must dominate Yohsl and
awaken her innate slave urges. It takes time and skill to awaken the
slave urge in a serum girl. You have the skill, but time is not on your
side. The longer it takes to dominate this girl, the more time Yohsl has
to change his operations and the less useful this serum girl's knowledge
becomes. As Yohsl comes to consciousness she struggles against her bonds.
"Not so big and tough now, are you?" you ask. Her eyes flash in response.
She is hardly ready to call you master, her former male personality
remaining strong.
She seems upset that she is gagged.
You remove the gag and the spits at you. "You will not make me talk," she
says.
You shake your head. "I think you will tell me what I need," you say.
You reach across to the rack and lift the whip. As you stretch the
leather between your hands you briefly entertain the notion of whipping
some respect into the girl to dampen those rebellious fires. You have
taken great relish in such actions before; however this does not appear
to be the best way to make Yohsl talk.
Clearly she is not yet responding to your advances as a serum girl
should. You go to your teak desk. "What are they?" Yohsl asks as you
produce a number of vials from the drawer and place them before her. You
have quite a range of philters and potions to draw upon.
"Passion nectar," you say placing your finger on the first, a wicked
smile on your lips, "vaid ... sone ... khoom ... dhori ... as you know it
is a lust potion. I understand you have used it on new slave girls in
your own pleasure house. You will soon know intimately that when it is
consumed it puts the female subject into an intense sexual heat."
Yohsl's eyes widen in understanding. "No!" her bottom lip quivers
slightly. The nectar will make her want to submit, but hogtied as she is
she will be unable to act upon her desires, making them all the more
stronger.
You place your finger upon two more. "These are herbs of fullness ... pa-
nerl," your say, rolling the R with relish. You lift the reddish tinted
potion. "This particular concoction is my favorite and will cause your
already large breasts to grow even larger." You then touch the bluish
one, "This one will fill out your hips and buttocks. They are slow
acting, but we do have time," you lie.
She looks down at her body. Her breasts and hips are already quite well
rounded, but to her they must seem immense.
You caress another bottle. "Chadwor's Serum," you state, "expensive, but
I think you are worth it. You know what this does," you ask. Of course
she does, but you explain anyway, "Chadwor was a brilliant physician who
disdained the whipping of resistant slave girls, especially stubborn new
serum girls. This humanitarian fellow found an ingenious way to make a
slave submit to her master's will, devising this serum which permanently
alters a female's genetics to make her overly ticklish, especially in
erogenous zones. I do so dislike using the whip but I do find a feather
to be very amusing. So may you."
You pause to let this threat sink in. Chadwor's serum was rare, but few
who had seen it in action could doubt its effectiveness. The cost of the
serum makes you reluctant to use it except as a last resort, but as a
threat it is quite potent.
"Female contraceptive medicine - slave bitters. The carrot if you will. I
hear it tastes terrible, but it is better then becoming pregnant. With
all the sex you will having I think ingesting slave bitters would be
wise." You leave the idea of pregnancy floating in the room. Her eyes
burn with anger and fear but she says nothing. "And the stick - the
fertility drug known as slave honey. As you know it counteracts the
effects of slave bitters and elevates the user's fertility for two to
three weeks." She pulls against her chains and appears ready to launch
herself at you.
"And the last little bottle in my bag of tricks is Leth, the drug of
forgetfulness. Highly illegal. It temporarily blocks any knowledge or
memory of your past life as Yohsl from your mind, leaving your skills
intact but you mind a blank slate. Even though the effects of the potion
are not permanent, by the time your memories return your new serum girl
persona will have firmly dominated your mind. A painless transition into
your future life as a serum girl," you throw the vial up in the air and
catch it, "but where is the fun in that?" you ask.
You smile as you run your finger over the bottles. "I think we will start
with the passion nectar."
Ignoring her feeble protests you approach and hold Yohsl's chin, pressing
the vial to her pretty lips. She struggles with all the power of her
small feminine frame as you pour the contents into her mouth. You hold
her jaw closed, gently massaging her throat. You see her swallow
reflexively and then stand back to wait.
The passion nectar is fast acting. Soon her breathing deepens and you see
the fires of desire lighting her eyes.
"I'll be back sooner," you state, "or later." You turn and leave. After
all you need her to want you beyond reason, rushing things will achieve
nothing.
You leave the oubliette and walk down the tunnel. You climb up an old
steel ladder that leads up into your pleasure house. Entering the
premises your eyes pierce the opiate gloom; roaming the sultry and
curvaceous table top dancers, probing the dark alcoves where well oiled
women lounged in naked indolence, flickering upon the lamp lit balconies
where sveltely lambent limbs curled and twisted in throes of passion.
Finally your eyes settle on Khali the dancer, your current favorite.
Khali is a beautiful natural slave and a talented lash mistress whom you
acquired some time ago. You understand that she had a past relationship
with Yohsl, but have never been able to determine precisely what this
was. She has an arrogance about her gaze. She lazily dexes on the central
stage, her pendulous breasts and supple loins encased in twists of sheer
silken film. She moves with hedonistic grace, gyrating to the music, her
diaphanous clothing swirling about her, her lithe body concealed beneath
alluring and desirable. The girl crouches low, her supple hips swaying
enticingly, a secretly seductive smile on her lips.
You motion her to come to you. "I need your help with something."
"The new girl in the dungeon?" Khali asks with interest.
You hide your irritation at her lack of tact in public. Yohsl's capture
was meant to be a secret, but Khali had already prepared the serum girl.
"Yes," you say as you lead her. You climb down the ladder then look up to
admire Khali as she follows. You doubt you will tire of this girls charms
soon.
When you return you note that Yohsl's pussy lips are wet and puckered and
she quivers with yearning. Khali enters the oubliette and walks slowly
around the tied Yohsl. Her brow raises. "Passion nectar?" she asks.
You nod.
"You've been very secretive about this one," she notes, "who was she?"
"Yohsl," you state.
Khali let out a whistle and walked up to Yohsl. "How the mighty have
fallen," Khali noted. The lash mistress licked a finger slowly and placed
it casually near Yohsl's nether regions. Her lips twitch in a smile.
"Yohsl, do you remember me?"
Yohsl looked back at Khali's face then at her hand and then nodded. "Yes.
I-"
"Do you remember how you once took me?" Khali asked. There was something
cruel in her tone.
"I - um -" Yohsl began.
"Let me remind you," Khali said as she slid her finger deftly into Yohsl.
The serum girl moaned as Khali gently probed her sensitive folds then
indolently pushed back and forth. Yohsl's closed her eyes and she tensed
for moment, unsure what to do. She let out a ragged breath and swallowed
as Khali continued. "You were thick and hard and strong," Khali said.
"Yes," Yohsl purred as she started to gently rock in rhythm with Khali's
slowly thrusting fingers.
"It felt good, didn't it" Khali asked with relish.
"Yes," Yohsl purred.
"It feels so good, doesn't it," Khali asked.
"Yes," Yohsl agreed without conscious thought.
Khali chuckled merrily as she withdrew her finger. It was slick with
Yohsl's juices. "Lick this clean," she stated in a very matter of fact
tone. Yohsl looked with confusion at the fingers thrust in her face.
Khali traced the wet fingers about Yohsl's lips then down her chin and
throat to her breasts. She playfully tweaked one of Yohsl's erect nipples
then licked her fingers clean with feline economy.
Khali smiled sardonically as she looked you in the eye, placed her arms
on your shoulders and kissed you. "You give me the most wonderful
presents," Khali stated. Khali's perfume and the salty taste of Yohsl's
sex lingers on your lips after the kiss. "Did you want to watch or are
you happy to let me have my fun alone with her."
"I'll leave you alone with her," you say.
Khali nods as you depart. A few moments later you stealthily return.
Khali has blindfolded Yohsl so she is blithely unaware of your presence.
You sit back watch the amusement.
Watching Khali work is pure pleasure. After her brief playing with
Yohsl's sex she slows down completely, fanning Yohsl's desire with the
deft sureness that only a seasoned lash mistress can command. She gently
caresses Yohsl's nipples, rubbing the nubs then licking them with slow
sensuality.
"You like that, don't you?" she asks.
Yohsl breaths deeply and nods. "Yes," she admits.
Khali traces a hand possessively down the girls body. "Did you know that
it was I that shaved your new pussy?" Khali probed as her fingers
massaged circles about the bald patch above the girls nether regions.
"No," Yohsl admitted.
"I think I prefer you like this," Khali stated as she reached about and
stroked the serum girls firm buttocks. "Have you considered that you will
spend the rest of your life like this?"
Yohsl sighed despondently. "Yes. It's terrible."
"Not if you embrace it," Khali coaxed, "it can be quite pleasurable." Her
hand delved towards the serum girls sex to divert a moment before
contact.
As far as you know Khali has over fifty years experience in the role, but
age is a relative matter on Zhor and she looks barely a day over twenty.
You watch as she licks, tickles, kisses, nuzzles, whips, slaps, cajoles,
fondles, massages and entices whilst keeping a steady stream of
lascivious and sweetly innocent comments flowing.
"Lick my breast," Khali orders. You watch with enjoyment as Khali has
Yohsl blindly suck her breasts. The new serum girl is eager to please,
hoping that her actions will be reciprocated and her desires quenched.
"Good. Very good," Khali encourages as she withdraws her wet nipple from
the girls mouth. You note that it is puckered and erect. Khali
repositions herself and smiles. "Now suck my clit," she commands.
Yohsl obeys.
"You remember how you made me suck your cock?" Khali asked.
"Uh-huh," Yohsl affirms almost incoherently between tongue lashings.
"It fills your mouth. It has a musky, manly scent. A good scent. And the
warm cum filling your belly is sublime," Khali explained then gasped.
"Yesss. That's. It's. Very. Good." She shuddered as an orgasm wracked her
body.
You wish you could enjoin them in their actions, enter into the sex game
they are playing, but it would be premature. Khali is female and Yohsl's
experience with sex has been limited to females as far as you know.
Introducing a male into the torrid mix could set things back, perhaps
irrevocably.
You grin as she Khali pulls her lethargic limbs to action, going to w
rack of toys and plucking up a large black phallus. This is where she
introduces the serum girl to a dildo. Fist Khali inserts it into her
moist pussy then she places it before Yohsl. "Suck this."
"It smells of sex," Yohsl states.
"Suck it," Khali commands with fire in her voice and Yohsl quakes then
quickly obeys. "Take it all the way in!"
Yohsl mumbles something about the dildo as Khali pushes it in then pulls
it back. "Now lick it," she orders.
You watch as Yohsl licks. Serum girl urges, passion nectar needs, Khali's
forceful personality and the raw sexuality of being tied and bound make
Yohsl immerse herself in the act. "Good girl. Yes, that's perfect. Lick
it. Suck it. Worship it. You know how men like it. Now do it." This goes
on for some time until finally Khali takes the dildo away.
"Open your legs." Khali instructs as she goes to the rack and collects
another toy. "Wider," she says, slapping the girls thighs so she spreads
herself. "Do you know what these are?" She gently pushes the toy into
Yohsl's waiting pussy.
Yohsl gasps. "No, but it feels very good." She shudders again as another
is thrust into her pussy. "What is it?" she asks eagerly. Khali pushed a
third into her.
"Clench your muscles. Feel them inside. What do you think they are?"
Yohsl squirmed and grinned, perspiration beading her brow. She wriggled
her hips enticingly, clearly enjoying the sensation of the toys moving
agout inside her as she clenched and unclenched the newly responsive
muscles of her pussy. She swayed gently and her back arched. "They're
really good," she noted between panting gasps. "Are they round?"
"You're getting warmer," Khali agreed as she gently massaged the girls
clit then started to slowly pull on the string she held.
"Oh. Wow." Yohsl stuttered. "Slow. Down." Her breathing became ragged as
one of the toys popped free of her puckered pussy. "They're." She
struggled to talk. "Ben." Her strength seemed to flee her as another
popped free and pleasure wracked her diminutive frame. "Ben wa balls,"
she cried as the last came free and pussy juices leaked down her legs.
The constant orders and attention kept Yohsl off centre and allowed Khali
to undermine her past dominance and reinforce her present submissiveness.
Khali soon had Yohsl figuratively eating out of her hand, as she sucked
upon the serum girls clit and lapped away at her inner labia with
expertise.
Looking at Yohsl you can see her defenses are fully down, you nod in the
affirmative to Khali as you decide to make your move. You quietly
unbuckle and kick off your pants, your impressive manhood standing erect.
You approach Yohsl "suck this," Khali whispers as you bring your manhood
to her lips.
Yohsl smiles distantly, so engrossed in her own pleasure that she does
not think about the command. She leans forward and wraps her warm lips
around the head of your manhood. She rocks forward, her head sinking into
your lap, her mouth taking the full length of your manhood.
"Good girl," Khali encourages Yohsl as you smile appreciatively. At
Khali's words she raises and lowers herself again, gradually building her
pace. "Good slave," Khali encourages. A little moan of pleasure escapes
between her eager sucking.
She is inexperienced but very eager and she soon has you ready to
explode. You let out a gasp as you cum, filling her throat and mouth with
your seed. After a few moments you pull out.
"What was that? It tastes wonderful!" Yohsl asks.
"That was me," you state as you remove the blindfold. Yohsl's eyes widen
as she stares at your manhood. "Did you like that?"
She nods dumbly. "Are you ready for a brolling," you ask, looking Yohsl
keenly in the eye. Her lower lip quivers with indecision, unbearable
passion warring with a lifetime of masculinity.
"Do it," Khali commands. Instinctively she turns herself about to allow
you access.
She sighed as she felt you firm manhood enter her warm tight pussy. Your
hands gripped her rounded ass possessively as you push into her then
slide slowly in and out of her throbbing cunt. She groaned desperately
as her pussy throbbed with an approaching orgasm. This was already
becoming second nature to her. "Good girl," you note as you brol her.
"Yes," she moaned.
Khali walks around in front of Yohsl, lies down and spreads her legs.
"Suck me," she commands. To your amusement Yohsl obeys. You continue to
brol her as she licks out Khali.
After a few more leisurely thrusts you slide out of her moist pussy and
press against her anus, your large head sliding inside slowly as she
gasped.
"Do you like that?" you ask with a chuckle.
"Yes," she mumbles between slurps.
"Yes what?" you grip the chain at her neck and pull.
"Yes ... master," she said struggling with her newfound submissiveness
and the urges of the lust potion.
"Good girl," you say as you begin to ball her arse.
Yohsl was falling prey to the insatiable urges of a serum girl and she
knew it. You fondle her overlarge breasts which bounced with each thrust.
"You like this, don't you?"
"Yes master," she said as her tongue worked upon Khali.
You slide out of her arse and back into her pussy.
Her body began to tremble and her breasts heaved. Every muscle in her
body tensed at once. All of a sudden she quaked letting out a
bloodcurdling scream. However your thrusts did not slow down, rather they
sped up. Her skin glistened with sweat and she took short jerking gasps
of air. She trembled, released, trembled, released, and trembled as she
cried out in unrestrained passion.
You cum deep inside her warm pussy and withdraw.
"Lick me clean," you order and she turns about and willingly obeys.
As she completes you buckle up your pants.
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