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Khali leads you from the busy pleasure house common room to a dark
narrow corridor. Girls pass you on the way, smirking at your fate,
pressing their nubile bodies close against yours as they pass, a few
even stroking your breasts or pressing their thighs sensually into your
groin. As you try to linger with one girl or return the attentions of
another Khali pulls your leash to keep you moving. Being led like
chattel is demeaning but it feels strangely right.
From the corridor you go upstairs to one of the many communal bunk rooms
where the girls sleep. As you enter you remember how limited space was
with two, sometimes three slaves sharing a cot. The cots were not large
and whilst pleasure girls were generally small they were cramped. It was
daytime and given the nocturnal nature of their trade most of the cots
were still occupied by sleeping pairs or triplets of girls entwined in
each others arms. They looked cute and vixenish at the same time. In the
humid air they lay naked together in the gloom, covers only partly
covering their splendid physiques. You eyed them enviously.
A few chests lay under cots or at their ends, and above the cots in
netting hung the remainder of the girl's scant worldly possessions.
Hammocks and clotheslines with flimsy costumes dangled between the cots.
"You'll be bunking with Yohsl and Vola," Khali states, leading you to a
bunk smaller than most. She unclips your leash and motions you to your
appointed cot. "You know how this works. You keep tips but the remainder
of your earnings goes to Pohst's coffers. You have the late shift
tonight and in the morning you will need to help in the kitchen, scrub
the floors, do the laundry or any other menial tasks required. The
afternoon is your own time... Sleep well my sweat," she leans forwards
and gives you a kiss, her hand sliding up and down your body. You lean
into her, looking up at her. She smiles, pats you on the head like a dog
and then leaves you.
A lump in the bed moves and a cute little slave girl, slender and large
breasted
rises from the covers. Her large breasts swing free, the gold nipple
studs that adorn them glinting in half light. Your heart skips a beat as
you recognize the serum girl. Yohsl. She grins as she looks you up and
down. "Visp?" she bites her lip and giggles, "you'll not be brolling me
again," she notes, seeming pleased at your fate.
You colour at her comment. You can still vividly remember brolling Yohsl
- the last girl you'd ever brol as a man. The memory of her smooth wet
warmth enveloping your manhood makes you moist. It is most confusing.
You cannot help but feel the conflicting emotions of lust and shame as
your eye her splendid form. You want her still, but you are not sure how
you would sate your desires now. Perhaps if she has a strap on, you
wonder. "Dear overlords," you mutter looking away in shame.
Her smile broadens as she takes a full measure of you, noting your
evident arousal. "You'd better get used to it," she advised, "I've met
many girls here that I brolled as a man. It's embarrassing enough that
they have a higher status in the pleasure house than us serum girls.
I've been brolled by a number of them which was not unpleasant. But
they're also vindictive," you nod. Most of the girls here you'd brolled
on numerous occasions, treating little better than pieces of meat. No
doubt they will return the favour in spades.
You swallow as your thoughts continue to their logical conclusion. In a
pleasure house it was likely you'd have sex with most of the girls here
again, but under drastically different circumstances. Most likely it
would be at the behest of paying clients, clients who would enjoy
watching you dex or brol with another slave girl. With your much reduced
stature and the sexual needs of your new body the other girls would
dominate you, emotionally, physically, sexually... You grew moister at
the thought.
"You begin to understand your predicament. Now take off those clothes
and get in," Yohsl says invitingly, lifting the covers to display her
naked charms. Her sex is clean shaved and its lips are full and moist.
No doubt she has been having similar carnal thoughts to you. You
remember giving Khali the order to shave Yohsl and you appreciate the
order even more now. In fact Yohsl is everything you wanted her to be,
everything you desire... except now you lack the equipment to act upon
your desires. It's very frustrating.
You snort at her request. All the girls sleep with no clothes on. You
sigh and disrobe, climbing in with your former enemy, your back to her.
"Strange times makes strange bed fellows," you observe, "so how have you
been?" you ask as she places her arms snuggly about you and spoons you.
She is a little taller than you and already she seems to be taking the
dominant role. Again you snort.
"I've discovered much about myself in the last week," her hand rests on
your breast and gently strokes it. Again you sigh but this time in
pleasure. "I've slept with between four and twelve men each night. I'm
quite popular, given who I was before, and I've known most of the men
I've brolled. That has been difficult and confusing. It's getting easier
and I enjoy each new man more than the last. My dexing is improving.
Tips have been good, better than most of the other girls, but the girls
bully me and take most of them. Pohst has been terrible. It hurts,
watching him breaking up my former business and destroying all I built.
The few men loyal to me have been ruked, publicly brolled on the
pleasure house floor then sold." You nod and feel your rage rise at the
memory of the fate of Glija and Ritho, "At first I wanted to get revenge
on you. But you only ruked me and treated my men fairly. I can't fault
you for that as I would have done the same. But Pohst. I want to get
revenge on him." Her voice drops, "I even have a plan..."
"A plan?" you prompt quietly. Then you gasp as her deft fingers find the
sensitive nub of your clit. You hear her chuckle as her finger plays
with you then slips into your moist folds. Her other hand cups your
large breast and gently caresses your nipple. She starts to kiss your
neck, her tongue licking you and slowly moving up to your earlobe. You
groan and clamp your pussy hard about her fingers, thrusting into her
hand. You feel so small in her grasp. You burn with need, totally at her
mercy.
She chuckles knowingly, breathing in your ear. "The night you were ruked
I came into your alcove and found a purse on the table. It contained
fifteen gold coins and a serum vial. From your mysterious visitor?"
"Vola," you murmer.
"Vola? All the girls know she is not Vola. Who is she really?" she asks
quietly, pulling her fingers back as though to deny you. "Khali put you,
her and I in the same cot with good reason I suspect. Vola is no common
slave girl is she?"
"Please keep going and I'll tell you!" you say, mind racing. You want -
no you need Pohst's attention, but you do not know if you can fully
trust her. "Please," you beg impotently, trying to thrust onto her
fingers but she grips you too strongly, "alright" you say capitulating,
"she... she is a serum girl. A former," your eyes bug in pleasure as she
pushes her fingers into you again, a perverse sexual thrill coursing
through your body, "she is a serum girl," you whisper, struggling to
think rationally as you yearn to meet your needs. "She was rich and
powerful when she was a man. She paid for a month here as a slave after
which her servant will come and return her to her former life."
"Rich and powerful?" Yohsl asks, pushing another finger into you to the
knuckle then slowly wriggling her fingers. Her thumb presses against the
hood of your clit, rubbing from side to side. Your back arches and you
writhe in pleasure. You can feel her nipples hard against your back.
Your entire body burns, perspiration beading on your goosebumping flesh.
A girl climbs naked into the cot beside yours. You remember her name is
Frei, a tall slim blonde girl with small firm breasts, renowned for her
oral skills. She giggles, clearly aware of your present carnal
activities. She reaches into a chest and produces something. "Here," she
says, throwing a double ended dildo onto the bed in front, "you two can
borrow it if you let me watch," she says.
Yohsl pauses and looks from the dildo to Frei. You sense she wants to
ask more about Vola but clearly she doesn't want to continue talking in
front of Frei. She sighs. "What would you like?" she asks, her thumb
lazily stroking the folds about the sensitive nub of your clit and
driving you wild.
Wordlessly you throw back the covers and reach for the dildo. You pass
it to Yohsl. Yohsl disengages from you, "get onto your knees," she says.
You obey and let out a gasp as she pushes the dildo into your tight
vagina. She pumps the dildo a few times and you whimper in pleasure.
Then she turns around, lowers herself to her knees and backs slowly onto
the other end of the dildo. The head pushes hard into you as it slips
into her. You feel contentedly full as her arse cheeks press against
yours.
Moving slowly at first you both rock back and forwards. It takes some
coordination, getting the angles right, moving in harmony and at the
right angles but you both are soon blissfully fucking each other with
the dildo.
Meanwhile Frei slips a finger into her own pussy, watching the pair of
you move with avid interest. "You know, I gave you head more times than
I can remember. But you've never once returned the favour," she says.
She climbs onto the bed and presses her cunt lips into your face,
grabbing your head and guiding you. You struggle for a moment but then
the aroma of her sex assaults your nostrils. It smells so good.
Still brolling Yohsl you cautiously lick Frei. Then you tongue her
again. You realize that your tongue is long and quite dextrous as you
lick, suck and nuzzle the pussy before you.
Then Yohsl increases her tempo and starts to cry out. You moan and then
cry out in tandem with her as an orgasm wracks your body. You feel your
juices gush and your pussy clamp involuntarily, milking the hard leather
dildo. The bload pounds in you ears as you keep licking feverishly at
Frei. Her hot sweet juices flow about your lips, running from your mouth
and down your chin.
Yohsl tumbles away. You grip Freis hips and grind you face into he sex
as she cums in a wild screaming frenzy.
"Would you bitches shut the up!" a girl shouts. There is a chorus of
assent as you and the two other naked girls fall back into the cot,
spent and panting.
Frei chuckles as she pulls her dildo from your steaming pussy, "We
should do this again some time," she says, licking it clean. Then she
climbs into her cot.
You turn to Yohsl but she is now dozing it sated bliss. You turn around
and cuddle her, dozing off as well.
* * *
Some time later you awake as Yohsl climbs from the bed and another girl
replaces her. It is Vola. You sit up and look about. The nearby beds are
vacant
"What am I too do?" she asked. "Cheeve will be back in two weeks but I
doubt Yohsl will honor our agreement when he discovers my identity. He
would likely sell me to one of my father's enemies ... or perhaps Duke
Panz. I shudder to think what the Duke would do to me. At best I'd end
up as his daughter Kira's body servant, injected with Lactar to become a
wet nurse for my own child. The Duke might even have the child
transferred to my womb to carry out the remainder of Kira's term... He
might... "she trailed off glumly.
You sympathize with the young serum girl's plight. The idea of having a
baby grow in your womb or breast feeding a child is completely new, but
is a real possibility for both of you now. You hug the girl. The feeling
of her warm rounded breasts pressed against yours is pleasant and mildly
distracting. "If I can dispose of Yohsl then I can get you out of here
safely."
"But how?" asks, her hands hesitantly lowering to your hips.
"Today is Overlord's Day is it not?"
She nods.
"Excellent. There is a party coming here tonight. You know them well..
your old group of friends."
Her eyes widened. "Fyles," she said. She used to frequent this place
with her cronies, a pack of young bourgeois and nobles, the wayward
scions of the city. They were renowned for their boozing, brolling and
other excesses. She shook her head. "What good does that do us? I can
hardly tell them who I am. I may as well cross my arms and become a
slave girl for if even one of them discovers who I am they'll tell the
others. I bet they'd take it as a challenge to make me ignite. They're
all scoundrels! I know. I used to be one of them."
You can sense the emotional turmoil in her. Fear and excitement. It is
contagious. You reach down and slide you hand onto her twill. It is warm
and a little moist. She wriggles at your touch but does not pull away.
"I kept you in Vola's body for a reason. Since you were ruked she has
been a favourite with your friends."
"A favourite?" she asks uncertainly. "Why?"
"I suspect they like to think she is you," you slip your hand inside the
moist confines of her twill and she shudders, "they brol and degrade her
more than the other girls. Vola plays along, even acting as though she
is a reluctant new serum girl. I did not understand fully until you came
in my door. I planned on surprising you with them but then this
happened." You motion at yout body. "We can use it to our advantage. See
if we can make one of them our ally."
"Why would they help us?"
You stop and think. Why indeed? "I don't know. You know them. You know
there secrets... how they think. We can make them help us some how."
"Hmmm, that could work," she sighs. "But I am not sure I can be
convincing as Vola."
"Why?"
"Because of what Lady Jasair did to me" Vola stated., "after I was ruked
she teased and flirted with me. And the she..." A tear escapes her eye.
You wait silently for her to continue. She gathers herself and continues
with her story.
* * *
Shortly after my change I believed I was ready to face my former peers
for dinner at the grand table. My father Lord Xeft was there, full of
thinly concealed disgust, disappointment and irritation at me. My mother
Lady Xeft was there and I sensed her sadness and sympathy. My older
brother, Sir Kroza was amused at my fate but generally ignored me. His
wife Madam Jasair was ... polite and avidly interested in me. Jasair's
brother, my former wenching companion Fyle was also there beside his
sister. At the table also sat my two younger sisters, and a smattering
of cousins, aunts, uncles, advisors, diplomats and wealthy merchants.
I was the elephant in the room and an awkward air followed me.
Jasair sat opposite me. Shortly into the meal she extended her foot so
it lay between my legs. Meals at the grand table are long drawn out
affairs and I knew we would have to listen in tiresome detail to reports
about the goings on in town and the surrounding countryside. At first I
thought she was just stretching her legs and settling in for a long,
dull night.
Jasair is a pretty demure woman in her corsets and silken finery, the
very model of a lady. She fanned her powdered face, laughed quietly and
prattled on with her brother Fyle and Kroza her husband, other nobles or
other members of my family. But I sensed that her conversation was laden
with a subtle subtext aimed at me.
"I hear that Fyle wrestled very well to earn the Golden Palm Brule?" she
said suddenly to my and her foot moved causing me to blink. Fyle perked
up at the comment.
Just prior to my ruking my close friend Fyle and I had competed in the
yearly city games. He had bested me in wrestling and it had been a sore
point at the time. I had forgotten about it due to my recent change, but
now the memory returned and my cheeks reddened.
"A pity you'll never be able to have a rematch," she noted, her foot
caressing my nether regions, "but woman cannot participate in the city
games, let alone watch." Fyle and I both laughed a little nervously at
her jest, a subtle reminder that the competitors wore no clothing in the
bouts.
My mind drifted back to that day when I'd faced Fyle as an equal. We
were both oiled, hot, naked and sweaty, pushing and grunting away on the
mat as the crowd cheered and bet, and we vied for supremacy. I recalled
him standing over me as the victor, a powerful virile man.
I was growing wet at the memories and was unable to look Fyle in the
eye, so confusing were my emotions. Until that moment there had been no
sexual connotations to wrestling in my mind. But recalling the
physicality and subjugation of the bout as a serum girl with slut urges
was profoundly sexual. Jasair's gentle ministrations reinforced this -
driving the sexuality of it home gently by her foot pressing a little
firmer against me and then leisurely rubbing my twill.
I sat there and endured it, struggling not to cum but unable to push her
away. I tried to summon the strength to reseat myself elsewhere, but my
slut urges were too strong. I was becoming her little toy and was loving
it. It was our little secret, although Fyle and my brother no doubt
suspected. For all I knew they put her up to it..."
"You know, you should come to my chambers tomorrow so that I may
instruct you more properly in womanly ways," Jasair said as her toe
pushed against me.
It took me a moment to register her comment, so distracted I had become.
I swallowed and struggled to gather my thoughts. I think Jasair smirked
but hid the smile with an indolent movement of her hand. I had a body
slave to help me in my feminine matters but she was no noble born
creature of etiquette and I was still very course in womanly ways. I
looked across at Fyle, my blush deepening. I felt lessened and degraded
by my new form and its needs, both social and physical. But I nodded,
willingly taking Jasair up on her offer. Fortunately she relented and
withdrew her foot, but for the rest of the meal my mind was lost in a
confusion of thoughts and emotions
It was early the next morning when I knocked on Madam Jasair's chamber
door. Her body servant ushered me. Jasair was in bed reading a book. It
bore a lavish cover with Gold and Silver lettering that denoted it
potentially as a Zina novel, a tawdry form of fiction I'd never had much
interest in. My eyes widened a little as Zina novels could be quite
risqu? and there was a particular sort that dealt with serum girls.
She put the book down and nodded to the slave who excused herself. Also
interesting as I had expected her slave to assist us...
With a smug smile Jasair climbed from her four posted bed. She wore a
transparent silken night gown and I tried not to stare at the dark
circles of her nipples or the dark tuft of hair above her sex. Always
before Jasair had been properly dressed and maintained an asexual air.
She was my brothers wife and future Lady Xeft - I had never been
blessed with much sense with the women but even I knew enough to not
covet my older brother's wife. She looked down, "Oh, don't worry, we're
both girls here," she said dismissively. I was true, but her actions of
the night before said the complete opposite.
She padded over to me on bare feet and gave me a hug. "Look at you", she
clucked. I was wearing a very simple dress with sandles, "this will not
do at all! You may as well wear a burlap sack! Let's get you out of
that," and before I knew it my light dress was up and over my shoulders
and discarded on the floor.
I should have felt embarrassed at being naked before my sister in law
but, as she said we were both girls. If she had been a man it would have
been entirely different. "Much better," she said with a smile. She stood
only a little taller than me and looked down at my naked body. She ran a
hand down my neck, thumbing my nipples and cupping my breasts. "I don't
know why but that slave body suits you so much more than your old one,
don't you agree?"
I shook my head dumbly as her hand traced down my midriff and left off
just before my sex. She turned and led me to her bed, pushing me onto it
then walking over to a wardrobe to unlock it. I frowned, wondering what
type of clothing she would keep under lock and key.
As she worked I reached hesitantly for the book, curious to know its
contents. She paused, noticing my action, "you can borrow that, I know
you'll enjoy it. I have numerous other serum girl fictions. My
preference is for story's about highborn serum girl coping with their
new life, valiantly struggling against the inevitable descent from
master to slave. In that story the protagonist tries to sate her slut
urges by being a lash mistresses... only to fall victim to her urges and
cross her arms to a common man. An engrossing tale but a little light on
plot and heavy handed on action."
I thumbed through the book and found its text immediately arousing. The
pictures were also well executed and quite explicit.
"I prefer natural born woman in the role of lash mistresses," I heard
Jasair say and turned to see that she held an unusual outfit, a slave
training rig. And behind her loomed a wardrobe that never saw the light
of day. I blanched. She wanted to dress me in that? A leather harness,
corsets and garters and nothing else. I was not ready for that.
"You can imagine how frustrating it is being a high born lady and
wanting to indulge in such activities? It's not like I have easy access
to fresh serum girls... until now," she took a predatory step forward.
"Now put these on," there was command in her voice and I felt it ring at
the core of my being.
It is true that all serum girls have the slave gene but it is hard to
say what that means. I think all serum girls are on the slippery slope
towards slavery, but I was not yet that far gone. In that moment I did
not obey the command in her voice. "I am sorry sister but I'm not yet
ready for what you desire. I... may be one day... but not today." I stood
and looked up into her eyes.
Her smile was unperturbed as she reached out and placed a manacle on my
wrist. Jasair was a small weak woman but she was bigger and stronger
than me and subdued me easily. "Stop. Wait!" I started but she put a gag
in my mouth then pulled my hands behind my back and manacled them. She
pushed me face down on the bed.
Next she prodded me into position with a small black leather riding
crop. I was face down with my sear high and ready for mounting. "I
cannot use whip and chain on you, though I sorely desire it. The marks
would raise uncomfortable questions and I am a lady after all," she
whispered in my ear then nibbled on my earlobe trailing wet kisses on my
neck. I heard her open a small case. "But with this I can achieve a
similar result," she said holding something close to my face. I focused.
A needle.
"What is that?" I asked, licking my lips.
"Why it is chadwaer serum," she said. "You've heard of it no doubt.
Quite expensive, but worth the price for one such as you. It will let me
subjugate you with a feather instead of the whip." I struggled against
my bonds in futility. She chuckled as she slapped my naked tear drop
shaped buttocks. I felt a prick, a mild burning sensation and then it
was done.
For the second time in as many weeks my DNA was irrevocably altered.
This time the change was much more rapid. I could feel a flush over my
skin. It felt hot, taught, energized. I knew that the nerves of my skin
were becoming more sensitive, that the slightest quivering touch was now
being rewired into the sex receptors of my brain. My entire body was
becoming an erogenous zone. My skin was a sex organ. The largest organ
of my body. Overlords!
But as she sank the shaft of her riding crop into my saer the enormity
of that change was lost to me.
* * *
"Chadwaer serum?" you state and whistle. "That is not good."
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