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Part 2
Sitting it an alcove of the pleasure house you watch as Khali dexes
slowly, instructing Yohsl. Khali moves with confidence whilst Yohsl
watches hesitantly. You draw upon the hookah pipe and let the apple
scented smoke curl from you smiling lips. Things are progressing very
nicely.
After a few more sessions you are confident that Yohsl has started to
embrace her slave nature. During these carefully orchestrated sessions
she has yielded key information about her operations. In the confusion
left by her disappearance you have ended the war an consolidated your own
position, taking over her holdings with no further bloodshed or loss of
men - either yours or Yohsl's. This situation is due mainly to Pohst,
your new and Yohsl's former right hand man.
The curtains part and a man enters the alcove to stand before you. You
tilt your head as you regard him. He is clean and well dressed servant,
perhaps from a noble house. "Good slave master, may I have a moment of
your time?" he asks. "In private?" he says looking pointedly at the two
girls.
You consider then nod dismissively at Khali and Yohsl. The girls scurry
from the curtained alcove as the servant enters. He tugs upon a leash.
The curtains open again and you see that the leash ends at a collar
around a slim slave girls' neck. She is dressed in flimsy silks that
drape revealingly over the rounded contours of her body. A loin cloth and
jeweled brassiere give her scant modesty. Her face is veiled, but as the
curtains are drawn she removes it to reveal a face identical that of
Vala, another girl in your pleasure house. This is not particularly
remarkable. There could be any number of reasons. It is quite common to
use serum to make a drab slave girl more attractive, so common that the
same serum is often used on numerous girls. And if a man covets another's
woman he may alter a slave to match her form. It is not remarkable but it
is interesting.
On first glance this girl appears to have been sent here to learn her
place. You weigh her up for a moment. She seems nervous, excited and ...
proud? A pretty little thing in all.
Your eyes return to the servant awaiting his explanation but instead he
defers to the slave girl, as though she were his better. Your eyebrow
arches quizzically. Interesting, this you had not suspected. She clears
her throat and strives to make her voice authoritative, "Visp," she
starts, "you may not recognize me but I was -" she grinds her teeth at
her slip "- I am Brule Xeft," she pauses as the import of this settles
upon you.
Brule Xeft was the scoundrel son of Lord Xeft. He had frequented your
pleasure house with his friends and had been a very good customer,
generous with his coin and rapacious in his appetites. But whilst his
friends continued to come he had stopped. You had heard rumours that he
had wronged a young noble girl the maid Kira Panz and, as revenge, her
father Duke Panz had ruked the scoundrel. Apparently they were true.
You place a hand upon your lips to hide your smirk. "My lady," you say
boldly looking her up and down as you would never regard a lady.
She swallows and returns your gaze, her hand clenching into an impotent
fist. Then she nods silently to her servant. He sighs as he produces a
purse and places it upon the table. It clinks enticingly. "Fifteen gold
nobles," he says.
You tap your chin thoughtfully. Judging by Brule's former male libido you
know precisely what she wants. But you want to hear it anyway. You turn
to look her in the eye, waiting.
"And fifteen more when Cheeve returns in four weeks to retrieve me. I..."
she hesitates. "I wish to experience life as a slave girl. I shall change
my appearance usin serum and then you shall look out for my best
interests, protecting me from the worst of the scum and sparing me from
the worst of the lash. But otherwise," she swallowed, "you shall treat me
as a slave. At the end I shall resume this form and depart."
"You understand the risks?" You enquire needlessly, reaching towards the
purse and lifting it. If it became known that Lord Xeft's son and heir
was brolling commoners in a pleasure house the girls fate as a slave girl
would be forever sealed.
"Yes. The money is for your silence and my safe release at the end," she
says quietly, "I have thought on this a great deal... I think of little
else. I have played in the safety of slave clubs already but in my heart
I know they are not real and I cannot find what I yearn for there. At any
time I could leave and go back to my life, such as it is. I need to know.
Do we have a deal?" she asks.
You smile. The girl is being as rational as she can be. Serum girls are
never fully rational, ruled by their bodies hormones, genetic impulses,
needs and emotions. You can see that a part of her is relishing the
danger and thrill of being trapped as a common slave girl forever. There
is something perversely fatalistic about serum girls, the way they toy
with their freedom, almost wanting it to be stripped from them. "I don't
make deals with slaves," you state. You see her eyes flash with anger as
you turn to Cheeve. "What will you do if she doesn't want to come back?"
"That won't happen," Brule asserts.
"Quiet slave," you order, "you will speak only when spoken too."
Cheeve frowns, clearly not having considered the possibility, "You'll get
your money and I'll take her. In chains if need be."
"Cheeves!" she cries. Her voice is choked with mixed emotions. Fear,
anger and a subtle undercurrent of desire.
You sit back in the cushions and take a draw upon the hookah pipe. "Tell
me girl. What did you do to Duke Panz' daughter to earn your fate?"
"I," she hesitated, her face reddening at the memory. Clearly it pained
her now that she was a woman.
"The truth," you prompt, "I need to know any risks I might be taking. And
if I have to investigate it might draw unwanted attention."
She nodded as she weighed her words. "I took her innocence. She was
besotted with me and I made her take herbs of fullness for my amusement.
She grew unbecomingly voluptuous for a lady. I slipped her some slave
honey and got her with child ... then I left her."
That sounded like the scoundrel you knew. Kira's fate would have been a
great joke amongst Brule's friends. And you can understand why Lord Xeft
did not take punitive action against Panz. This was an indiscretion best
kept quiet.
"Thirty gold at the end," you state.
Brule gasped. "You thief!" You wait a moment. "Very well," she concedes.
"Good, Cheeves, I shall see you in four weeks," you state dismissively.
Cheeves stands awkwardly for a moment then turns, pulls aside the curtain
and departs.
You clap your hands. Khali appears at the curtain. "Get Vola please," She
nods and departs.
"Who is Vola?" Brule asks. You ignore her question and reach forward,
grabbing hold of her jeweled brassiere.
"What are you doing?" she asks.
"Inspecting my new slave," you state as you pull the garment from her.
Her small breasts sway free, her nipples pointed with excitement
"You -" she starts then stops as you raise your eyebrow. You nod then
continue your inspection, taking a measured handful of her breast then
caressing the bud of her nipple
"A little too slim for my liking... You say you used herbs of fullness upon
Duke Panz' daughter? I think you would benefit from them as well," you
trail a hand down towards her loin cloth.
"That was not part of our deal," she states, shivering beneath your
touch, moving into you grasp, "you are to change my appearance so none
shall know me!".
"I have altered the deal, prey I do not alter it further," you state
mockingly. Her skin is flushed and hot. You grab the loin cloth and tug
it down gently. She unconsciously moves her legs to help you. The scant
garment falls to the furs at her feet. She stands before you veiled in
translucent silks.
You pause and look her in the eye. She meets your gaze for a moment.
There still remains the fire of the young lord there, struggling to
survive in this strange prison of her needful flesh. Clearly she clings
to the illusion that this is still play acting, that when it is over she
can return to her pampered royal existence having satisfied her
curiosity. She is so na?ve.
Then she looks down at your hand expectantly. "Tel me girl. At these
slave clubs. Were you ever brolled?" your hand reaches towards her sex.
She swallows. "No."
"Really? Why?" You tickle her pubic hair teasingly.
"I forbade it. I wanted it, god how I wanted it, but I could not let go.
But something always stopped me."
You consider her words as the curtains part and another slave girl
enters. "This is Vola, a natural slave" you state. "Undress please,"
"Yes master," she says and promptly complies. The pair of naked girls are
beautiful and almost identical. Vola is slightly more rounder, having
previously been given herbs of fullness, her face is also exotically made
up and upon her breast there is a slave tattoo. But there is difference
between their demeanor and poise that is much more pronounced.
"Vola for the next five days I want you to instruct this girl in the
workings of the house in the training room. Then she shall assume your
duties."
"Yes master," Vola turns to look at the girl and smirks, "a serum girl?"
She asks.
"Yes, but you will talk of this to no one."
"Yes master."
"So slave, have you thought of a female name?" You ask Brule drawing
again upon the hookah pipe.
"Tika?" she says.
You shake your head. "No. I was thinking Vola," you say with a smile as
you stand and approach her.
"Vola?" she asks, a little uncertainly.
"Now both of you dress," you clap your hands and Khali arrives. "Lock
them in the training room. I want Vola given serum to change her
appearance. Top grade serum to buy her silence," you look Vola directly
in the eye, "if you talk about any of this to a single soul I shall put
you in the body of a horrid drab and you shall clean the privies in filth
for the rest of your life." You pause to let the threat hang, "and from
now on we will call you Tika." You flick one gold coin at Khali. "Also
arrange for the tattooist to give the new girl, who is to be Vola, a
temporary tattoo that matches Tika's. And temper Vola's diet with herbs
of fullness to match Tika's."
As the three girls depart you congratulate yourself on you cleverness.
You enjoy the rest of your pipe and then the curtains part and Pohst
enters and sits down beside you. "Is Yohsl talking yet?" he asks.
"Yes, she is coming along nicely."
"Excellent," Pohst says and feel a sudden pain in your leg. You look down
and see a syringe. Serum! You start to climb to your feet, to yell for
your guards, but Pohst puts his hand over your mouth and holds you down.
You struggle for a moment, thoughts racing. Even if you alert the guards
your manhood is lost. You slump in resignation and look down one last
time at your male body. It was such a fine body.
Pohst, the betrayer smiles before you. You realize that this must have
been his plan all along. Take out Yohsl and yourself and rule your
empires. You curse yourself for being such a blind fool. You should have
taken more precautions...
You blink groggily as the drug reaches your brain. Your body feels heavy.
Lifeless. And then darkness comes.
* * *
You awaken, sore and thirsty in the candle lit oubliette beneath your
pleasure house. You lay upon the cold stone dias 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. A sense
of the familiar and the alien assault you at once.
You are confused. How did you come to be here you wonder. And then you
remember. You stare down at your body, gritting your teeth. It is as you
feared. A pair of breasts ride proudly on your ribcage, two large soft
mounds of flesh. You have become a curvaceous serum girl, but mercifully
you are dressed in slave silks so the fullness of the change is not as
confronting. Yet.
By the seemingly increased size of the room you estimate that you have
shrunk in stature - five foot tall, perhaps less. Your breasts are large,
a D cup? Your waist is ever so narrow. Your hips are wide. Your legs are
short and perhaps a little on the heavy sie. Your feet and ankles are
tiny and delicate. A thick mane of honey coloured curls falls about your
face. Your skin is naturally dark and tanned. Peaking beneath your top
you see that your nipples are large and dark ruby. You look down between
your legs, pulling you loin cloth away. Your hairless sex is large, with
a pronounced labia nestled tightly around your inner folds. You swallow
in fear. The slave collar about your neck and chained to the dais makes
your face redden.
You touch your ample breast thoughtfully. Your chest rises and falls with
your breathing. The nipples respond pleasurably to your touch. You gasp
and the harden your mind, screwing your resolve with your anger at what
has been taken - stolen from you. If you have your way you will sublimate
your natural slave urges. You will become a lash mistress, breaking in
other serum girls, living vicariously through the submission of others.
If you have your way? You laugh in a voice that is high and sweet. Slaves
do not have their way.
That you had been duped by Pohst and allowed him to reduce you to this
angers you. You ponder your fate as a female slave. It will be a simple
matter for Pohst to keep you in rags or naked. You can easily be branded
or subjected to the discipline of a Khali the lash mistress. You have
done as much too many serum girls yourself. It will be easy to break you
in this serum girl body.
You stand unsteadily and hunched over as the leash chained to the floor
is too short. A training leash? "Overlords," you mutter.
Mocking laughter responds to your words. Then your captor Pohst emerges
from the shadows and approaches you slowly. He is a lithe man with dark
hair and darker eyes. He towers above you now and scratches his chin with
a calloused hand. "Did I give you permission to stand? Kneel," Pohst
orders. You stare at him for a moment. "Kneel or I will have you
whipped!"
At the raw masculine power of his voice you reluctantly lower to your
knees. He approaches with a swagger and you realize that your eyes are
level with his crotch. You feel him leering down at you and feel weak and
vulnerable. You know he is enjoying this, and as much as you try to deny
it, so are you.
"Good girl," he says, "now remove the top. Show me those nice rounded
breasts."
With reluctance you pull your top over your head. Your large breasts are
lifted high then one after the other they spill free into the open air,
swaying oddly. You throw the top to the ground where it tangles with your
leash and shake out your hair. The candle light plays over the exposed
curves of your body. Being naked and kneeling before your enemy is
humiliating. Pohst's lust for your body is palpable, straining before you
in his pants.
He reaches down and fondles your breasts, tweaking the nipples roughly
and eliciting some whimpers from you. He grabs a full handful of one,
"they are lovely," your captor remarks, "and now the loincloth. Lets see
the full effects of the serum."
After a number of clumsy tugs the loincloth slips off your wide hips and
down about your knees. The void between your legs feels strange.
"Now, lean back and spread your legs. I want to examine your little bud,"
he says. You obey haltingly. "Wider girl!" At his order you lean back and
spread your legs, raising your loins to him like a common serum girl.
Pohst chuckles as you feel his calloused blunt fingers touching your full
pussy lips and teasing the folds of your now yielding sex. You whimper as
Pohst's fingers slip gently into your moistness. Your new anatomy quivers
and tingles with arousal, clamping reflexively about his digits, as
though begging him not to go. "Oh Overlords," you moan. Why did it have
to feel so good? It would be easier to fight if only it was not so
frantically wonderful.
You see the large nipples on your chest grow flushed with blood and
become pointed, a thin film of perspiration shining upon your breasts.
Looking up at your captor you cannot help but wonder how much better his
cock would be than his fingers. As if reading your mind Pohst unlaces his
pants and lets them fall to the dais. He continues to finger you as he
lowers himself onto your prone form.
"You want this?" Pohst asked. You can feel something resting between your
legs, pushing against you. It felt large and round.
"No," you struggle to say realizing that Pohst's penis was pushing hard
against the moist lips of your pussy. In spite of yourself you found
yourself becoming hot and aroused.
"Are you so sure slave," Pohst asked, gripping your neck chain
possessively, reminding you of your now submissive role.
"Yes... no... please," you say. The pressure increased and you feel yourself
yielding to him, your lips being pushed pleasurably apart. Ever so slowly
Pohst edged into your smooth shaven cunt.
"Overlords!" you mutter as Pohst fills you with his massive member.
"You are so tight," Pohst said as he started to pump you for all you are
worth. You grunt and moan as he thrusts deep inside you, your breasts
bouncing with every thrust. You become hotter and wetter as he rides you,
juices trickling down your inner thighs as sweat beads on your forehead
and in the small of your back. You feel your knees start to go weak as
the burning pleasure in your groin grows in throbbing waves.
"I'm cumming," you gasp as your first female orgasm wracks your body.
Then he cums deep inside, filling your womb with his burning hot seed. He
thrust three more times, grunting with each. Your pussy clamps tight
about him, holding him tight. Your back arches and your muscles spasm.
You collapse together in an awkward, panting, sweating, sated pile of
limbs. He starts to soften within you then he pulls out and climbs away.
You feel cum and juices flowing from the puckered and red lips of your
cunt
"You'll do," he says, his eyes drinking in your nakedness. "Now get
dressed." You pull your loincloth up over your hips. It becomes stained
with your juices, an obvious reminder of what you have just done, but it
is better than being naked. Then you grab the top, pulling it down over
your flushed breasts. Pohst takes out a hip flask and passes it to you.
"Drink."
"What is it?" You ask suspiciously. He smirks and waits. You sniff the
flask. The smell is sour and you bring it to your lips and taste. "Slave
bitters," you state.
"Despite how amusing, it's bad for business having one of my new girls
get pregnant. Now drink," he states.
You follow the order. The slave bitters taste terrible, but every swallow
is worth it. You have no desire to become pregnant.
He produces a key and unlocks your leash at the dais. Then, taking the
end, he leads you up out of the oubliette into the pleasure house.
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