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Thanks to Melody (ala Alyssa S) for allowing the use of her Acteon universe, Elrod W for allowing the use of his MAU universe, Trisha for allowing the use of her All or Nothing Universe, Sharonna for allowing the use of her Community Service universe, Milida for allowing the use of her Arabian Nights universe, Jack Chalker (respectfully RIP) for Flux and Anghor and Lords of the Diamond and any other creator of an alternate or virtual universe I may have stumbled into in my ramblings. I hope I did you all proud... Time Traveler Sonya looked down at her skimpy cave girl outfit then up at the circling pterodactyls. "Pangaea?" she guessed. "Great." There would be no magical artifacts here to get her back to the present except those she could make. There was always tantric magic - whilst powerful enough to break through time barriers it was unreliable and could cause all kinds of unexpected mental and physical problems. Nymphomania or sexual exaggeration of form being quite common. How had she ended up here? As a Mystic Guardian, Sonya had numerous defenses, both mental and physical to prevent this from happening. That much she knew. But as she struggled to remember how she came to this place she knew her defenses had been breached. A memory returned. She had been investigating a possible cult involved in necromancy and trying to raise the Old Ones. She had infiltrated their ranks... She struggled to remember what had happened. Their leader Clint Weisz had read her mind. One law broken, but she could hardly hold that against him. He was so cute after all. As she thought this a warning alarm sounded in her mind. She was a Mystic Guardian charged with enforcing the laws of magic. She did not go soft on crime - and offenders were not cute. Clearly Clint had manipulated her mind. But by how much? She ran over her memories carefully, testing them for validity. She had slept with him numerous times. The sex had been great... That much was true. But her feelings for him had no basis. They just started. Definitely he had messed with her mind. She tracked back through her memories. Virgil. Who was Virgil? The question popped into her head like magic - one of her deep rooted magic defenses was still there. She turned the question about in her mind. Then it came to her. "That bastard! I'm Virgil! He read my mind, turned me into a girl, messed with my mind, sent me back in time..." there was a roar behind her and she saw the T-Rex, "to try and kill me," she cried as she ran. Running was weird but she ignored the bouncing of her breasts and the oddly widened gate of her hips. She had no upper body strength but her legs were long and supple. Fortune was with her and she spied a cave which she dived into. The T-rex snorted and she felt the heat of its rank breath. It growled and paced. She looked about. The cave was shallow and there was no way out. It was empty. The T-Rex paced for a while then lay down, evidently deciding to wait her out. She sighed. Her only escape was magic then. Tantric sex was strongest with women - they had the power of creation within them after all. There was no point changing back to her male body at the moment. She pulled off her animal hide loin cloth and examined her new sex. She started with one finger and moaned. She tried to focus as she structured the spells in her mind. It was difficult and any stray thought could cause all kinds of problems. Her sexual energy built and she slipped a hand under her animal hide top and caressed her breasts. Virgil liked woman with big breasts. Big bouncy breasts that liked to suck... "Oh damn," she cried as she felt her breasts swell in her tiny hands at her errant thought. She focused her will and forced open a gate in time. As she did she came and she felt the gate widening before her. She barely possessed the presence of mind to fall through. * * * Clint Weisz chuckled as the girl tumbled through the time gate. She was moaning with pleasure. "Tantric magic. I'm impressed. I thought I'd seen the last of you." He unzipped his fly as he approached her, fastening his will about her mind and forcing her to submit. Unable to control herself she licked his lips and leant forwards. Clint let out a grunt as the mouth enveloped his head. His limbs flailed as the T-Rex lifted pulled him through the rift back into Pangaea. The rift closed and Sonya sighed contentedly. Flux and Anchor - Under Cover Vonce sat self consciously in the den of Anchor Zulu's Prime, Hibert Von Klay. Vonce had long ago learnt that being on the Primes security detail required the utmost loyalty to the Prime orders but that loyalty was going to be stretched this evening. "I have a special mission for you. I need you to spy on Lincoln Kennedy, the newly appointed Military Commissar. The Deputy Prime, the Industrial Commissar and I all suspect him of plotting against us." Vonce nodded. These were serious allegations. That aside he was unsure how he could infiltrate Kennedy's department. "How?" he asked bluntly. "As a Fluxgirl," Von Klay said slowly. "There is a Fluxgirl in my harem that he has wanted for some time named Rachel. You shall take her place and I shall gift you to him." Vonce tried not to show his surprise as a chill of fear run up his spine. Von Klay continued, "the two Commissars, the Deputy and I are travelling to the border of Anchor Zulu and are having a Flux junket. I need you to be there secretly. You will be transformed and enter into the service of Lincoln Kennedy. You will pass information onto myself, the Deputy or the Industrial Commissar when we visit Kennedy... as you know it is customary for Fluxgirls to entertain guests." Vonce licked his lips, realising exactly what 'entertain' meant. The mission was fraught with peril both mental and physical. "How long is this assignment expected to last...?" The amount of time he spent as a Fluxgirl would be critical. The longer he stayed the more it would affect his will to return to being a man. And then another though came to his lips. "How will I be extracted?" It seemed unlikely that Kennedy would take Rachel - him to Flux again. He briefly wondered if he would ever be extracted. It would be politically more expedient to leave a loose end like a Fluxgirl where she was if there was no plot to uncover. Could he trust the Prime this much? Von Klay stroked his chin like a true politician. "I think he will take Rachel everywhere. We expect you to be there for six months until the next junket... or until we can expose Kennedy's plot." Vonce thought about that. Six months. Would he even want to return to his life after six months as a Fluxgirl? He really didn't know, but he feared he may not. The thought scared him. He had little choice but to agree anyway. If he did not his career would be over. "Promise me that you will return me to my body no matter how much time elapses or how happy I seem...even if... I have a child?" "You have my word." * * * Pleasaris was a border haven that catered to the whims and fantasies of the rich, decadent, powerful and corrupt of Anchor. Here everything and anything could be purchased. But that was but the tip of the iceberg. The haven had access to Flux and had a resident Flux Master. Vonce looked at the pleasure haven. It was huge with spires and towers and massive walls, able to withstand an attack from Anchor. Limning its outline was the weird swirling grey vortex of Flux. The view was imposing and a little maddening and he could not look at it for long. Flux was like that. He entered by a private entrances and a valet led him to a special suite. Most of the resort lay in Anchor but a few of the rooms lay in Flux - such as this one. It felt no different than Anchor to Vonce but for the rare Flux sensitive person it gave godlike power. "You shall tell no one," Vonce noted to the valet with a slight tremble of fear. He hardly wanted others to know of his sudden loss of manhood and status. Even if it was temporary. He hoped. "Of course, confidentiality and anonymity are assured," the valet soothed with an evil little smile. Vonce nodded warily as the valet departed. No one but the Prime and the valet knew he was here or that he was going undercover in a most unusual way... Then to his surprise Prime entered. "Sir? What are you doing here?" Vonce asked. The Prime chuckled, "you have a mission... I have my needs...I expect you to keep this quiet. Do I have your word as a man?" Vonce nodded and wondered what the Prime meant. It sounded foreboding given what was about to happen to him. They waited in the suite for a minute then a tall muscular man entered. He regarded the pair for an instant, then motioned with his hand. Flux curled about the two men and, in an instant, it was over. Rachel blinked. The room had grown larger and he felt a little off balance. He righted himself then looked at the Prime. The forty year old man had been fit and handsome, standing six foot with a commanding presence. Now the Prime was five foot, almost naked and very female. She was a Fluxgirl. Only art not nature could create such a voluptuously exaggerated. The Fluxgirl broadcast sex at indecent volumes. Her long lashed sky blue eyes were large, innocent and naughty in an almost childish way. Her delicate face was naturally made up and framed by a lustrous main of blonde hair that went all the way to her curvy ass. Her breasts were large and showed not a hint of sag, her waist so narrow that it seemed likely her internal organs had been relocated or possibly dangerously reduced. Her rear end flared out, beautifully rounded and smooth, but not unnaturally so. Her tiny feet were impossibly arched and she required high heels to walk. Her movements were fluid and in her impossibly high heels she seemed unable to stay still, moving constantly to balance her top heavy physique, forcing her to take one sexy pose after another. Von Klay wore a simple slave garment that was wholly transparent and would be easily removed. A slave tattoo was on her breast and a slave collar, cuffs and anklets adorned her neck, wrists and ankles respectively. Rachel was similarly changed but stood a quarter foot taller than Von Klay, had blonde hair, tan complexion and, though she did not know it, lovey hazel eyes. The two could have been sisters. Her stance felt wider and her centre of mass was much different but she moved with a natural ease as though she had been born in her voluptuous body. The ease made her a little nervous. The tattoo on her breast marked her as property, and meant she had to obey the commands of her master. On her breast. She had breasts. And between her legs she had... She could hardly think it's name but she had one in place of her manhood. And it led to a womb. She was now a baby making machine - no she was a Fluxgirl not a Fluxwife. "Mothers," she said - Fluxgirls were for the pleasure of males. It was impossible to get her mind around this... Body. Her body. Was for men. Despite know this was coming it was still very much a struggle to accept. It also felt very weird to be the property of another, even if it was not permanent, and her mouth felt dry with uncertainty and fear. Fluxgirls were subordinate, submissive compliant creatures. It was intrinsic to their physical makeup. She feared she would obey any command from her master, regardless of her own desires and intents. She feared she would accept and embrace her complete loss of control. Most significantly she defined herself by her physical prowess, her ability to act to defeat threats to herself and others. In this body her skills were almost useless. She still had her mind which could identify threats ... But this body created completely new threats she had never trained for or even contemplated. She sighed trying to ignore her fears. This job sucked. She wished she was taller, but she was pushing the normal height limits of a Fluxgirl, and besides men would not want her if she was too tall... she shook her head to escape that last line of thinking. She did not want to stand out as that would draw attention. She did not want attention either as a Fluxgirl or as an undercover agent. Well maybe as a Fluxgirl. Why have such a killer body if she didn't get to enjoy it? * * * Brian Lintz the Deputy Prime stepped into the Flux room with the Flux Master behind him. He disrobed and gestured at his body. "Younger please, in my mid twenties with excellent musculature. Half a foot taller. And a larger manhood. While your are at it remove the scar tissue on my side and repair my knee, it's a little off." The Flux Master gestured and Brian's body was a swirl of chaotic energy. When the weird flux energies cleared Brian knew instinctively that he was not as he - she had ordered. She looked down at her body and gasped. It was a Fluxgirl body! "What is the..." her anger slowly evaporated as the natural Fluxgirl submissiveness asserted itself. She knew this was wrong but it was not her place to complain to a man. Was it? It should have been but such wilful thinking just seemed wrong! She looked down and admired her new body. It was lovely. Just the sort of a bdy her master would love. She wondered who her new master may be. She suspected Kennedy, but it could be anyone. Kennedy was handsome, powerful and smart. As a Fluxgirl she could do a lot worse. Perhaps she could become his Fluxwife and bare his children. She giggled vacuously at the idea then felt a moment of intense disquiet. Brian Lintz would never have accepted this fate. Was she still Brian Lintz? She still had all his memories but they were from a lifetime ago. She felt more like a Brenda now. What good would it do fighting the urges of her new body anyway? That would be no fun. She giggled as the Valet took her away unaware that she had just lost the first and last war with her body and been utterly defeated. * * * Just like Lintz, John Nugent the Industrial Commissar stepped into the Flux room with the Flux Master behind him. He briefly outlined the changes he wanted to his body, however in mid sentence the flux energies enveloped him and changed him beyond all recognition. "This is not what I wanted!" Wendi declared stamping her foot petulantly, her bare nipples growing erect with excitement. She looked at the Flux Master with anger. "Return my body or... I'll..." she struggled to think of how she could punish this man. She failed. She had no power here and if she returned to Anchor like this she would have no power there. Her friends and associates would laugh at her at best. Even if she managed to get her old body back there was no way should could live down the scandal. She would be ruined...and if she stayed a woman they would treat her even worse. Her mind raced as did her heart. She knew that she would be unable to fight the needs and inclinations of this body. She knew Fluxgirls - one of her Fluxwives had been a former competitor - and she had quickly and happily succumbed to her fate. She had born three children already and wanted more. She was insatiable and submissive. The perfect wife. Wendi knew she would miss her life but ony briefly. Then she would accept her fate whatever that would be, whether she wanted to or not. Her body would see to that. She took a moment to admire her body. It was beautiful if a little over endowed. Men would lust after her. Women would envy and hate her. It was a complete change from what she was used to. She hoped no one ever found out who she was... but that would depend on who her master was. If he was cruel enough to do this then he would probably enjoy letting people know who she was. Hopefully he would be a decent man. Perhaps if she obeyed him he would let her keep her secrets. Wendi hoped. * * * The Flux Master gestured at their bodies. "Is all as you desired?" he asked. Von Klay looked down at her body and smiled. "Um shorter and bigger breasts please." Rachel rolled her eyes as the changes occurred. Von Klay hefted her larger breasts with pleasure then turned to look at Rachel. "You don't approve," Von Klay asked, a hint of anger in her high cute voice. Realizing her mistake Rachel shook her head nervously, looking at the Flux Master and realizing that her body and mind were utterly mutable here. "No my lord... Er my lady. I was just worried about my mission. We are both at a physical disadvantage like this," she tried to cover her foolish display. "Oh, you are not meant to have any physical advantages in a Fluxgirl body..." Von Klay said turning to the Flux Master. "She is too tall and her sex drive does not appear high enough." The Flux Master nodded and gestured towards Rachel. The room suddenly grew for the girl and she gasped with a blossoming sexual need. Von Klay looked Rachel up and down and nodded, "remember from now on we are both Fluxgirls expected to service the customers here. If you spoil my fun or expose my fetish I'll make sure you stay in Anchor Zulu as you are now," she smiled wickedly and slipped a hand into Rachel's top and caressed her naked flank. "You'll spend the rest of your life on your back getting screwed or giving birth. You probably wouldn't enjoy it..." she gauged Rachel' response to her touch, "but then again you might." Rachel reddened at her words but nodded holding her tongue to prevent any further changes. She wondered if Von Klay took pleasure in thoroughly emasculating and degrading her? She didn't want to think about it. "Are you ready to begin?" the Flux Master asked. Von Kray nodded. "Excellent," he clapped his hands and the Valet entered. "Take these Fluxgirls to the Military Commissar," he ordered. The valet looked them up and down and smirked. Seeing that the valet knew who the pair had been the Flux Master waved his hand and the valet froze, held rigid by the masters power. The Flux Master needed the identity of the Fluxgirls to remain a secret. He could dispose of the valet, turn him into a Fluxgirl and sell him, but that would be a waste of resources. Instead he erased the mans memories of the entire day. "Take these Fluxgirls to the Military Commissar," he ordered again. The valet frowned in confusion, "um, yes master," he agreed. Rachel reluctantly left the Flux room. This was the only place she could regain her manhood. In Anchor she was truly nothing but a Fluxgirl. Even if she explained her situation at best they would listen sympathetically but do nothing but treat her like a lowly Fluxgirl and disabuse her of any notion she was male - no one cared for the fate of a lowly Fluxgirl - some men might even find her more interesting if they knew she had been a man. She didn't yet realize that her fate was sealed, that she would never set foot again in Flux, that soon she would never want to - she merely feared it at the moment. She and the former Prime followed the Valet to the Military Commissar's rooms. This was her assignment, to spy on the new Commissar and report her findings to the Prime. The valet knocked politely and then ushered them into an antechamber then left. There were muffled cries and groans from the room beyond. Strangely attracted by the noise Rachel hesitantly approached. She gasped when she beheld the Commissar with two Fluxgirls on the bed. She grew moist and excited by the spectacle, and felt an overpowering urge to join the three. The Commissar looked up and smiled at the two new Fluxgirls and waved them over, "come, join us, we have been expecting you..." Rachel quickly obeyed, the Prime by her side. She lay down with one on the Fluxgirls. "Hi, may name is Wendi," she said. "And I'm Brenda," the other girl declared. "Rachel," she responded and started to explore Wendi's body whilst Brenda continued to rub up against the Commissar. The Commissar slapped Von Klay playfully on the rump and ran his hands admiringly over her generous curves. "Perfect," he muttered. Soon the Prime had her head buried in his lap and was happily using her deft mouth to pleasure him. As the four girls lost themselves in carnal bliss the Commissar chuckled. "I do so love turnabout. Rachel I know all about your plot to spy on me." He slapped her on the buttocks. Next he lifted Von Klay's chin and looked down into her eyes, "I also know who you are Von Klay and your unusual pastimes. Hardly fitting for a man or a leader, but I promise you shall be neither again. I suspect that you will all enjoy the fates I have planned for you... It is unfortunate that the Deputy Prime and the industrial Commissar will be unable to save you. But they will both be preoccupied with their new Fluxgirl needs." Rachel looked at the two other girls and the shame in their eyes. It was then that she realised that Keneddys plotting was done and he was the ruler of Anchor Zulu now... funnily enough it didn't seem like such a bad thing. The End Curse or Offering? "Klaatu, Barada, Niktu!" Jack Navy read aloud from the age yellowed pages of the tome penned in spidery script by the mad Arab, Abdul Alhazred. Jack had found the Necronomicron at an estate sale and had thought it a joke. But now as the fabric of reality was torn asunder and the babbling insanity of other dimensions was laid bare to his mind he was not so sure. From the pits of Tarterous hell the demon came, an immensely scaled bat winged brute with burning malevolent eyes. "This better be good mortal, I'm in the middle of a manicure," the demon noted with an impatient swish of it's tail, inspecting it's talons fastidiously. "I need help with my geometry test," Jack said. The demon looked down at the octagon chalked about it and rolled it's eyes, "oh darling, demons only know non-Euclidean geometry," it smiled showing row upon row of needle sharp teeth, "is it not all hallows eve as you puny mortals measure time? What a serendipitous confluence of events! Where is my offering?" The demon looked about expectantly. "Offering?" Jack echoed in confusion. The demon sighed. "No offering? Mortals have no sense of decorum nowadays. Right then, a suitable curse..." it reached forth and clenched it's taloned fist. The candles dimmed and the shadows deepened menacingly. Jack let out a frightened whimper as otherworldly forces beyond mortal comprehension warped his body beyond recognition. Beyond recognition for a male. "Well don't you look peachy? Tootles," the demon chuckled as it stepped back through the portal. Jack looked down. "Oh my god!!" she cried as she stared at her naked and newly minted feminine curves. They were very ample, just as she liked them - on women other than herself. She immediately reached for the Necronomicron, intent on summoning another demon to undo this undesired change. Her hand closed upon nothing. She swallowed in fear. The tome was gone, the demon had taken it! The doorbell rang insistently. Not knowing what to do Jackie climbed up the ladder and out the oubliette's trap door. She went into her room to grab an old dressing gown from her closet but paused the moment she stepped inside. It was a girls room, complete with boy band pictures on the wall. Great, apparently reality had been rewritten. She went to the closet. Inside she found clothing that was both revealing and skimpy. She swallowed at the implications. Somehow the clothing seemed right though. Quickly she grabbed some clothes and threw them on then smoothed her new feminine attire self consciously. She went back out and opened the door. "Trick or treat!" a chorus of childish voices cried enthusiastically. Looking out over the horde of monster masks, including one demon mask that looked awfully familiar, Jackie felt uneasy. "Is she the town bike?" One of the children asked. "She doesn't look like a bike!" The other children laughed. Her face reddening, Jackie automatically reached to the lolly bowl by the door. She groaned when she realized that the sweets may also have been a suitable offering for the demon. As she dropped lollies in the bags she muttered, "so that's where this stupid custom comes from." Epilogue Jackie failed her geometry test but she figured out all the angles of her new body quickly thereafter. Acteon Cradle - Failed Coup D'etat "Pwease wet me go. Dis is a tewwible mistwake," the girl pled. Her lineage gave her a high pitched lisp which some Acteonese men found attractive. Debra appreciated that the girls voice enhanced her childish helplessness. Coupled with her full pouting lips, tiny stature and abnormally large breasts no one could take her seriously. The slave girls body was a complete departure from the six foot tall heavily muscled physique which he had once used to intimidate others. "Quiet girl or I'll have you gagged," Debra ordered slapping the girl on the rump hard enough to leave a red hand print. She felt a perverse satisfaction as the girl squealed in surprised pleasure. Debra was not tall but she could easily intimidate the slave girl. Her being all trussed up made it all the easier. "Bu I'm no giwl," she cried, tears of frustration streaming down her pretty face as she tried to speak properly. She struggled to pronounce multi syllabic words. "I'm a man. A sowdior - a genewal." "Does a man have this?" Debra asked tracing her fingers around the girls sex. "No. Pwease," she begged abjectly. "Why can't I speak pwopewy?" "You'll use your mouth to service men now girl - no one cares about what comes out of it. Just be grateful you can speak at all," Debra said, nodding towards the next girl along, Lance Jook. In the past Lance had been a brilliant public speaker and purveyor of propaganda, effortlessly able to talk a crowd round to his way of thinking. Now she was a mute small mouth girl, a type of slave bred expressly for her tight warm oral orifice to the point that they often had their sex stoppered. Lance looked up at Debra with pleading eyes. She'd never be able to talk her way out of this predicament, but at least she'd be using her mouth for something useful now. "Tell me Lance, do you like your new body?" Lance shook her head sadly, her large expressionate eyes communicating the depth of her confusion. Debra considered explaining the girls fate but decided it was something the slave girl should discover first hand herself. "I wonder if you'll be able to live up to your old nickname. Magicmouth wasn't it? Good luck." The third girl along had an unusually wired her nervous system, a condition that could be addressed by gene therapy in the Confederation but had been selectively bred and refined into Yontaru slave girls. For some reason the sex receptors of their brain were miswired so that any touch or caress anywhere on their body sexually excited them. They even found pleasure in pain. These slave girls were a novelty but not highly sought as Acteon men cared very little about the sexual satisfaction of slave girls. Yontaru slave girls had very short attention spans, unable to concentrate on tasks unless they were sensory deprived in water, which rarely happened. As a Yontaru this girl could not even wear simple slave clothes or other adornments - could hardly even walk without breaking into shuddering orgasms. This body was a perfect receptacle for the studious mastermind of the coup, Jack Curzon. She'd be lucky to count to ten on her fingers without cumming. Struggling pointlessly to free herself from her bonds was Brak Pah. Her nipples were being rubbed and were growing wet with the exertion. She looked down in confusion at her full hard breasts and distended nipples. Her face screwed up in disgust. She was lactating, heavily. "Brak Pah, for a man who had so many children and took no responsibility for them - you're now a wet nurse." she patted the girl on the head, "don't worry, you'll still get your share of men..." "And last but not least, the racial supremacist who planned to make the Confederation genetically pure again, Hans Steiner. You will appreciate the irony of the mixed heritage of your new body. Acteon men are quite particular about the genetics of their slaves. Your exotically beautiful and they'll happily screw you senseless but will discriminate against you nonetheless..." The five girls before Debra had only now just awakened to their new plight. They had been given an obscene dose of the slave drug and also been hypnotized, making them extremely susceptible any commands, yet clearly some still fought. Even better if they did. Debra spoke to all five of them, "you may all have been powerful and had men under your command before, but henceforth you shall only follow their commands. Having taken into account your cowardice, deceit and criminal actions the Confederation High Tribunal has found you lacking in all manly virtue and has publicly stripped you of your manhood. You have each done worse than this to other men, so be thankful for the Tribunal's leniency." One of the girls, Jack, sobbed at the announcement and Debra paused. "You have been exiled to Acteon and shall spend the remainder of your lives here as slaves - the bodies you inhabit are all 18 so this will be a long time," Debra paused letting her words sink in. "You have each been given a psyche chip so your thoughts and actions may be publicly broadcast and monitored," in truth the chip meant that anyone in the Confederation could voyeuristically observe each girl and follow her downward descent into slavery. For proud status conscious men such as these it was a fate worse than death. Debra paused again to let that sink in and smiled grimly at their womanly cries and sobs. "Say hello to your audience girls." There were mumbled hellos. "At my suggestion you have each been given the escaped slave tattoo. It is rather fetching but here on Acteon it seals your fate. Slaves have few freedoms and you will have none. You see there is nothing so disgraceful here as a slave that does not know her place. You will not be trusted and you will be kept in chains whenever you are unsupervised. Punishment of escaped slaves is always swift and severe. You must obey the orders of all slaves as though they are a master. You will bear the brunt of every single slaves petty anger. By escaping my masters I risked the tattoo. But you all deserve it. Don't you?" "Bitch," a girl hissed. "When I uncovered your proposed coup a month ago you sent me here. You thought Acteon was the perfect place to dispose of a witness such as myself. A silent form of exile you believed would go unnoticed by my friends, family and the media." "No one cared about the past of a slave girl and my protests that I was a man trapped here against my will fell on deaf ears. Where you left me had no contact with the confederacy. I had to escape my captors and, using my wits and female wiles, made the perilous journey to this confederation outpost. No easy feat when you are physically addicted to the unmanning slave drug and constantly yearn to submit to the will of others. I was motivated by my selfless duty to the confederation. But now I can slake my thirst for revenge..." MAU - Trapped as a Stripper Jason gripped her hips and thrust into her one more shuddering time and then they came together, loudly and pleasurably. "Kat, you're the best," he gasped as he fell upon her sweaty back. Kat sighed. "It will be Jack from now on, master," she breathed. Jason chuckled, toying with her nipple as he softened in her warm wet folds. The seven days were up and the part he dreaded had come. "You've had fun, haven't you?" Kat was silent for a moment as she sorted through her emotions. "Yes master," she admitted truthfully. "I'm glad. Because, well, we've got a bit of a problem," Jason said. "The box, it um, kind of shrunk down again and... I can't get it to work." "What do you mean?" Jack asked sitting bolt up right in the bed, her heavy breasts jiggling with the movement. She pushed Jason to arms length and looked up at him. "I mean I think you're stuck like that. I think you really are Kat now," Jason explained to his friend, trying not to stare at her nakedness but look her in the eye. It was hard. She was so beautiful. Jack looked down at her body, her heart beating uncontrollably. "No Jason. You promised this was only for a week. That was the deal. I'd strip for a week and then you'd turn me back!" "It's not my fault," Jason protested. "Not your fault? Not your fault! You tricked me into the machine. You turned me into Kat. You made me strip for money in front of all those men. Money you happily took. You shagged me. You made me call you master. You tied me up and played with me until I begged for release..." she trailed off. "So you're saying you didn't enjoy it?" Jason asked with a half grin. "What?" Jack asked. "Enjoy it? Well," she struggled to compose herself. The truth was the last week had been more fun than she could ever remember. She loved being Kat, despite it going against every bone in her former mal body. She should be furious. She should be storming out. But she was so damned subservient now and the response was beyond her. "Damn you. When did it stop working?" "About five days ago," Jason admitted. "Five days ago? That's when we had our first kiss! You..." Kat slumped defeated. She was now a five foot nothing sex kitten. An exhibitionist. A subservient little slut. And she loved it. Jason leaned foward and gently stroked her sensitive breast. She sighed as the needs of her body dulled her anger. "You can keep stripping and you can kepp staying here with me," he suggested. She looked up at him in resignation. "Yes master," Kat agreed. "Now how about our first make up sex?" Jason asked. "Yes master," she agreed with longing in her voice. Brenda's Hot Case Brenda Case adjusted her tight top self consciously. It had been only a day since her change and she still found her full rounded breasts the most confronting part of her new body. Her new sex was generally out of site - if not out of mind. Her large nipples were clearly outlined beneath the flimsy fabric which reinforced the presence of her tits. She pulled her eyes up and surveyed the film set, a spacious loft apartment in full orgy. She tried not to stare at the couples and groups of people about the room. They were generally of African ancestry with a scattering of Asian and Hispanic woman. She swallowed nervously, knowing she must join them. A leanly muscled man was slowly screwing an athletically built girl on an expensive designer sofa. At their feet two girls were hungrily entwined on a purple shag pile rug. Nearby a woman was bent over a glass topped coffee table being rammed from behind, her big breasts squishing into the glass with each thrust. Spread eagle behind them on the marble inlaid kitchen top a woman furiously masturbated and played with her small breasts. Others were pressed in moaning pleasure to a mural wall, frolicked in the Jacuzzi, played on the pool table or humped on the balcony. Everywhere she looked was wanton sex and it excited her, but where before the women alone had drawn her interest, now the men had an equal allure. The scene was like a trashy gangster rap video gone to hardcore porn and despite her unease she felt strangely in her element, particularly since she now looked and dressed the part. A camera crew with boom panned about the room while a second crew worked on the close up money shots. Industrial lighting bathed the room and gave the dark naked flesh on display a beautiful sheen. In truth she was Officer Brian Jones, undercover officer re-investigating a string of missing person cold cases. Using a DNA and body altering serum she had become Brenda, a young African American beauty, short, curvy and well stacked. And she suspected that some of these women had been given the same serum - before it was publicly available. Some of the faces she thought she recognized from the cold case files - girls that had appeared with false identities after the men went missing. No one had made the connection then because they couldn't. She'd blow her cover if she just stood there - she had to get moving and find the leaders of this body trafficking ring - there might even be ties to corrupt police. An attractive and powerfully muscled man smiled warmly and beckoned her to him. She looked him up and down, noticing he was very well hung, which was pleasing. She didn't have time to question her reaction as she approached him with a virginal hesitance to her step. She was so much smaller, and her reaction to him was so unexpected. She wanted him. And it happened so quickly. Her panties were around her dark chocolate ankles, his manhood pressed the gates of her new sex and then he slid swiftly inside her from behind. She was already moist with excitement as she fell to her hands and knees, her body and instincts taking over. She looked up into a camera. She was surprised for a moment but then the pleasure in her loins distracted her. She moaned and thrust back willingly. She looked down between her large swaying breasts to see his powerful manhood sliding in and out of her full vagina lips. The vision filled her with pleasure. It was all so perfect, so right. This was what she was meant for. She arched her back like a satisfied pussycat, clenching her new muscles about him. She looked lazily about the room, eyes almost glazed with joy, not really paying much attention to the others until she locked eyes with someone else she recognised. He smiled cruelly and winked making her heart beat faster. It was her control officer, the only person that knew she was undercover, that she was investigating the cold cases. The porno director was giving him a massive wad of cash. Even in her distracted state she knew a pay off when she saw one. She had been betrayed. Now she knew why no one had followed up those cold cases. And she was going to become one too. She looked down between her legs again. There was nothing cold about her case now. Acteon Holiday 1 Jack and Kat The middle son of a minor Acteon noble had few prospects. At his younger brothers prompting Jack had agreed to allow a federation citizen to use his knights body for a month. He didn't like the idea of giving up his body and life but it meant enough money to become independent and a chance to see how the outworlders lived on the mystical orbital platform. Awakening to discover himself transferred into a naked, beautiful and curvaceously endowed female body was an utter shock. Then the thought hit him - if he was in this body where was her mind? He shuddered to imagine what a lowly woman was doing with his male body. No one had not told him he would need to spend a month as a female, and he would not have participated if he'd known, money be damned. Jack was angry and wanted to complain but felt they would not listen - woman were second class citizens in her mind - so she swallowed her former male pride, thought about the money and started to examine her new body. Her breasts were large, unnaturally so. She'd never seen breast implants before but she had them now. She held them in her small hands and lifted their unnatural weight. They felt nice and firm and round, and she found them pleasing. She let go in surprise, holding her hands before her as though they had betrayed her. Her nails were long and painted and the wedding band on her finger confused her. She had a husband? She ran her hands down her stomach to her legs. So smooth. Her body was clean shaven, including, she noted in bewilderment, her new sex. She hardly recognised anything. A door hissed open and she turned, struggling to cover her nakedness as a man entered. "Jack?" he asked with a grin. "Well isn't this funny. I'm Kat!" Jack gaped. Kat had been a newly branded Bendari slave girl. She had not known he would be here and it shamed her. Kat held up his hand and displayed his matching wedding band. Jack looked at her own with dawning understanding. "They're husband and wife and in our bodies on Acteon. We're in theirs," he smiled broadly, boldly looking over her body, "don't worry your cute little head though. Once we've stabilised we are to swap." Jack coloured. She tried to imagine the owner of the large powerful body before her willingly placing himself in Kat's Bendari slave girl body. It was as hard to imagine as a knight such as herself being stuck in this voluptuous body. Her musings were interrupted when Kat reached forward and gripped her arm. "Remember how you used to take me?" he asked. Kat nodded, her mouth suddenly dry, her heart beating in her chest. He took a strange helm from a desk and slipped it over her head. The room vanished. She was back on Acteon. Still female but in a smaller slimmer body. Thoughts not her own flooded her mind. Acteon Holiday Part 2 Zak and Zoe Zak looked up at her master with unconcealed longing. He was handsome, powerful and virile. She wanted his body with a vengeance. Before she had wanted to be in his body - not this weak, servile Bendari slave girl body. But now she wanted him. The fact was she should have been in his body. She'd paid for it with her hard earned cash. And he should have been in hers. That was the deal. But she had let her wife organise the fine details of this holiday. She had only selected their bodies... and she now realised how completely she had been duped. She'd ended up a slave on Acteon and she fervently hoped it wasn't permanent. The standard trade with a knight was expensive and short term, but trades with female slaves tended to be cheap and permanent. Unless someone - like her former wife - paid the exorbitant amount for her to get her old male body back. That didn't seem likely. Right now she would even settle for her wife's body to get out of a life of sexual servitude and away from this backwards planet. Her former wife, now her master grinned down at her. She felt excitement and fear under his gaze. More than likely it was the slave drug, but she didn't care. She craved his touch, her supple body ready to be bent to his needs. Inside a small part of her quailed in fear and hoped for escape. "Zak... you're not much of a Zak now. I think Zoe suits you now. Well Zoe I'm so glad we came here. It's primitive, it smells, it's dirty and it's unclean, but where else would I be able to do this?" he reached down and grasped her small breast, rubbing her nipple till it hardened like a bullet. Just like she'd loved to do to her former wife. She bit her lip to stop herself from groaning and to fight against the pleasure. Zoe wanted to shy away but she no longer possessed the backbone to stand up against this man. Her heart pounded in her tiny rib cage as he changed breasts, her other delicate nipple hardening against his coarse strong hand. Unclenching her jaw she licked her pretty lips nervously, unbearably conscious that she was getting turned on. She'd so wanted to screw her former wife silly in this little slaves body, dominate it in a way not possible on the civilized planets. But now that was going to be her fate. And she was excited by that prospect. She knew that her new body and the slave drugs were affecting her mind. She'd read up on this, knew what this body meant on an intellectual level. Bendari slave girls had been selectively bred for generations to be beautiful, submissive pleasure slaves that innately needed to meet their masters desires. It was their sole purpose, physically ingrained into them. Her former wife would have had no choice but to submit in this body. And now she had no choice. In fact she wanted to. The level of mental changes scared her. "This is the fate you had in mind for me?" he whispered firmly in her ear. "Enjoy it my love," his breath was warm and his words sent a thrill of pleasure and desire up her spine. "I think you'll be here for a very, very long time." "Please... you can't," she whimpered as he lifted the cloth that covered her nether regions. "Quiet slave or I'll have you whipped!" He ordered, his tone silencing her instantly and making her moister. She watched as his fingers traced her hairless sex. She inhaled sharply with pleasure as he slipped a finger in. He withdrew a finger coated with her juices which he raised to her lips. She sucked obediently on his finger, eyes wide and fearful. "You've only ever been concerned with your own pleasure. You're my little cunt now and now its my turn to have some fun for a change." She nodded her head in assent as he shed his pants. "Now suck me." She did as he commanded, taking the large flanged head between her pretty lips. She sucked and licked inexpertly at first and then with a growing eagerness to please she started to become more confident. She tried to remember how she liked it and did the same, sucking long and hard then using her wet tongue to give long warm lashings, rubbing her face along his shaft when her jaw muscles ached breathing on it and kissing it lovingly. Her mouth was surprisingly nimble and she could take a great deal of him into her. She grew moister as she cupped his balls with one hand and gently rolled them. Her other hand she brought down to play with her damp and hot sex. "Did I give you permission to play with yourself?" he snapped and she stopped immediately, redoubling her efforts. He soon came, filling her eager mouth with his warm salty seed. She swallowed in all. It tasted much better than she expected. "Good slave," he said, patting her head. She basked for a moment in his terse praise. She badly wanted to be screwed herself, but that would only happen when or if he allowed it. It seemed unlikely tonight, but maybe later? She looked down at her body, deciding that she could live with it for the moment. She was glad she had not chosen a small mouth girl as then her sex would have been stoppered and she would only have been able to use her mouth. Acteon Holiday 3 Jack and Kat. Kat removed the headset and the world of Acteon - along with the sense of being Zoe - dissolved from Jack's mind. She was back in the artificial gravity, recycled air and lifeless light of the orbital station. In truth she had never left. But by some arcane science she had been a voyeuristic passenger in another's mind. She had never seen, never imagined her world from the perspective of a slave girl. She was intrigued by what she had found when she should have been appalled. The wanton desires and confused thoughts of Zoe the slave girl lingered seductively in her consciousness. It had felt so real! Too real. She had been in Kat's slave girl body and it had been her own manhood she had serviced. The irony of her situation was not lost on her. The sense of abject subjugation was more exciting than she would have possibly believed. The thrill of being a man trapped as a slave, though not her own emotion, bled through and made her body react as though she had been there herself. There was no lingering after taste in her mouth but her pulse was elevated, her nipples were hard and she ached for someone to fill her, just as Zoe had. She looked up at Kat, wanting him. "What did you do to me?" she asked, uncomfortable with the alien female need filling her. Belatedly she realized that she was visibly moist and crossed her legs in an attempt to hide the signs of her bodies betrayal. "Me," Kat asked innocently, "I did nothing but show you our world. It's a bit different for women is all. You were in my slave body. Did you like it?" he asked cheekily, looking from her erect nipples to her crossed legs. Jack blushed furiously, "it was terrible," she stated without conviction. "Really? You seem to have enjoyed it from what I see." Kat stated boldly, his hand reaching forward to her sex. "What do you think you are doing?" she asked nervously as his fingers brushed her hot sex. "Did you want me to stop?" Kat asked! For an Acteonese knight and a free man the only answer was yes. But she was none of these now and she was enjoying his attentions far too much. She felt a tinge of shame as she yielded to him, spreading her legs to allow him better access in response She closed her eyes as his fingers slipped along her sensitive lips and rubbed the nub of her sex. "That feels so good. Don't stop." With his free hand Kat reached across and took the headset, thumbing through the sensory broadcasts of those currently on Acteon, reading the brief summary of their plights. He smiled when he found an appropriate subject. Jack was preoccupied with her own pleasure and hardly registered his next words. "They told us not to use the sensory headsets for at least three days after and exchange. Apparently our mental patterns have not yet set and there could be severe consequences. Should I stop?" He prompted, slowing teasingly. With burning need she pressed herself into his hand, "no," she whimpered biting her lip, wriggling as his tantalizing finger send a fresh wave of tingling pleasure through her loins, "please. Don't stop!" "Very well, don't say I didn't warn you," Kat said, slipping the headset on. Acteon Holiday 4 Sam and Sora. After constant pressure from his girlfriend Tracy, Sam had caved in and agreed to visit Acteon. Sam flat out refused to inhabit the body of a submissive slave girl but Tracy had her sights set on a knights body and what Tracy wanted she got. Tracy also insisted it would be no fun if they were the same gender, promising that she'd return the favour in any way he desired. So against his better judgment Sam compromised, taking the body of Sora, a young and very attractive free woman. Sam had absolutely no intent of having sex with Tracy or any other man. Instead he'd planned on exploring his borrowed female body at his leisure. He'd also toyed with the idea of having a lesbian encounter with a slave girl or two. Perhaps, if he was so inclined, he would share a slave with Tracy, but that notion was a little unsettling. Once on Acteon Sora found being female was not what she had expected. The physical side was weird, the largish breasts and neatly manicured pussy made her uncomfortable and apprehensive. They just didn't match her mental image of herself. The Acteonese garb enhanced her female assets and made her even more self conscious. It was the mental changes, the complex hormonal and emotional differences, that confused her the most. Nothing seemed as simple as when she had been a guy. Worst of all she found she no longer had any interest in women as sexual partners but she had been unable to return her partners attentions. They had argued about her frigidness and in a female pique she had said very cruel things. Since then they had not spoken for three days. Alone on an alien world in an alien body she found herself growing jealous of the little slave girls he kept spending his nights with. It was a brooding female jealousy she was not equipped to handle. Was she was not beautiful? Taller and fuller breasted than the diminutive slave girls. A real woman, not a girl? She began to think that her lack of submissiveness made her undesirable and found herself wishing she had taken the body of a slave girl, if only so she could enjoy the strange pleasures of this world with him in an uninhibited way. That night she spoke to her personal hand maiden. "Tell me girl, what makes a lowly slave girl so desirable?" "In part it is because I was bred to it. And like most slave girls I was raised in pampered wealth until the age of eighteen. Then I took the slave drug and became the slave I am today." "So, this slave drug is what makes you a slave?" "I think so, yes." "This drug. Bring it to me," Sora ordered. "Mistress?" after a long commanding silence the girl reluctantly obeyed. "So if I take this drug I shall become like you? Free of inhibitions and submissive?" The slave nodded in confusion. All Acteonese people knew what taking the slave drug meant. Sora ate a large dose of the drug. It tasted terrible but was quick acting and she soon found her sexual desire increasing. The almost naked slave girl started to look more attractive to her. "Come lie with me," she said to the comely slave girl. "I am sorry Sora. By your own foolish actions you are a slave now," her fellow slave noted with an immediate change in demeanor, reaching out to grab Sora's big pointed nipple through her bedclothes and twist it cruelly. Sora gasped in pleasure. "I would have happily obeyed before but a slave only obeys another slave at the order of a master or mistress. If I were to pluck your slave virginity I would surely be punished. I shall contact the steward and he shall prepare you. Be out of your clothes before he returns or you shall be whipped," she shook her head in disgust. "Yes sister," Sora said submissively. "I wish to be properly prepared for the master." Later that night when her lord and master returned he found his new slave awaiting him. She wore a slave collar and nothing else. Her hands were bolted to the slave rail and a red rose adorned her. Acteon Holiday 5 Sora "Sora, I thought you didn't want to be a slave," Tracy noted as he slid the red rose free. "This should have been white," he noted absently as he regarded it. Then he looked down at Sora. This was not what he had expected to find. He unhitched her from the slave rail and paused to admire her bonds. "That's what I told the steward, however didn't agree. He said I was no virgin and didn't deserve the honour. Does it displease you?" Sora asked. She looked up at Tracy eagerly wanting his approval. "No, I am very pleased... But how can the steward have dressed you as a slave? It is not proper. Unless... What have you done Sora?" Tracy asked with growing concern, starting to realize how serious matters may have become. She shrugged, which was difficult in her position. "Nothing. But, well I ate the slave drug." Tracy gasped, "you what? You foolish girl. Why would you do such thing?" "I'm sorry. I only wanted to please you. Are you not pleased? I thought you wanted me to be a slave." "I did, but not like this! You're responsible for Sora's body. The contract we signed says that should irreparable harm be caused to any body then the original owner is not required to return." Sora blinked in confusion, missing the point, "but the effects of the slave drug are not permanent." "You silly girl! By publicly taking the drug you have become a slave. That is permanent. So unless the real Sora wants to return to this body and become a slave you must remain in her body. As a slave!" "I..." Sora swallowed in fear. "No. This can't ..." she started to cry. This was meant to be simple fun, but instead of having wild sex with her partner she was stuck here chained and naked as he debated the consequences of her actions. "Could you take m-" she sobbed. "I'm not taking your place! For hells sake stop that infernal noise!" He ordered slapping her rump firmly. The sudden noise and pain quieted her crying instantly, but she still continued to breath heavily. "Sorry, it was a reflex action," Sora nodded and looked up at him with burning desire. Tracy rolled his eyes, "the drug is still affecting you isn't it? How do you feel?" "I really need a fuck!" she admitted with a tremor in her voice, "you're not angry are you? I've been waiting here on this slave rail for over three hours. Waiting - for you to fill my aching pussy. I know I should be worried about being trapped, but when you slapped me just now it was so thrilling. I felt like I was yours to do with as you wish. Can we stop talking and can you screw me? Please!" Tracy cocked his head. "You're serious?" She nodded. "Oh well you may as well get used to it," he said, unbuckling his pants. She smiled as the buckle hit the floor. Tracy had a beautiful big cock, and despite his concerns, or perhaps because of them, he was half erect already. Sora widened her stance, readying herself for his entry. Her anticipation was palpable, "take me," she cried. "You forget your place Sora," Tracy commented as he stroked his manhood. "I shall fill your pussy when I wish to, not a moment before." he reached down and unthreaded his heavy leather belt and gave her rump a quick slap with it. The blow hardly stung but her pussy lips seemed to poke out further in excitement like an erection. "Now remember, I am your master now." "Yes master," Sora agreed with fervid submissiveness. "Good girl, now suck your masters cock," he instructed. She readily complied, taking him fully into her mouth. Tracy chuckled. It seemed things had worked out as he wanted. "I wonder how the knight will take having his wife reduced to slavery. I doubt he'll be happy with you. It might even be more merciful to sell you." Sora increased her tempo, excited by his comments, "or I could buy you from the knight. I'd end up in you old male body and you could continue being my slave. But what will we tell our friends?" Her frenzied sucking was the only response. Tracy felt the telltale tightening of his scrotum and slid his manhood out of her mouth. He did want t fuck her, but needed to put her in her proper place first. "Was I good master?" Sora asked. "Adequate," he conceded, "you need more practice. I think you should receive instruction from some of the other girls. Now lets see about deflowering you properly." "Yes master," Sora agreed with a satisfied grin. Choices Made Tom Cassidy whipped his horse furiously, riding at breakneck speed along the moonlight dappled road. He came to the crossroads, pulled up hard on the reigns and tried to listen for sounds of pursuit. He cussed angrily. The Los Kokos bank robbery had gone smoothly until the guard had pulled a hidden shotgun from beneath the counter. Then all hell broke loose. His partner, The San Deville Kid had been pinned down and Tom had emptied his six shooters in the ensuing gun fight but the situation remained a stalemate. But time was running out, the sheriff was bound to have heard the commotion and would be deputizing a posse. And so Tom abandoned his partner and made a run for it. He could hear Sheriff Steele and the posse closing in. At the crossroads he tried to decide the best way to evade pursuit. The main road led on to Madame Latisha's whore house, a den of corruption that might afford him a hiding place. There was the a rough goat track that led to the Los Kokos pass, an eerie place steeped myth and feared by many at night because it passed through the cursed Indian graveyard. His mind made up Tom spurred his horse on through the silvery moonlight. Option A Tom dismounted, grabbed his bag of gold and slapped the rump of his horse sending it on into the night. The last thing he needed was the posse to find his horse hitched here. He strode purposefully up to Madame Latisha's Bordello. Spurs clinking he pushed the door open and strode into the sumptuous bordello interior. He nodded to a lovely girl in a bone corset and waived her over. "I need you to hide me," he explained to Latisha, slipping her a gold coin. She nodded and smiled as she took him by the hand, "I have the perfect thing. No one will ever find you," she said with a mysterious smile as she led him into her candle lit boudoir and pushed him down onto the bed. Incense smoke filled the air with clove, cinnamon and other odd scents, and there was something unsettling about the geometry and decorations of the room. They nagged at his senses. Something was off, but he could not put his finger on it. "What's your name?" she asked as she climbed astride him. "Tom," he slurred drunkenly. "Tom? That hardly seems right. I think you'll need something with a bit more sass if you are going to hide here. How does Shauna Marie sound?" Tom nodded with a smile, "Shauna Marie is sassy," he agreed with a giggle. "And these clothes will hardly do..." Madame Latisha noted as she undressed her victim. She tut tutted, "no, this will not do at all," she started to mutter arcane ancient and unutterably obscure words that made Tom's skin crawl. And then his skin started to shift and meld to her words. Breasts sprang forth upon his chest, his face softened and his body shrank and twisted and reformed with alluringly female contours. Finally he felt his sex pulled up deep inside him. Red hair spilled free over her shoulders and she gasped. "Now girl. There should be men here soon. Won't that be nice?" Latisha asked with a cruel smile. Shauna Marie nodded drunkenly. "Well, um,... um what did you do ro me?" "I granted you your wish." "My wish? I didn't want this... did I?" she was confused as she looked down at her lovely new form. Actually, now that she thought about it she did want this. She thought about all the men she could sleep with and it excited her. "Put on that corset and come down to the parlor," Madame Latisha ordered. Shauna Marie nodded than paused in confusion, a small part of Tom reasserting itself. "Just the corset?" she asked. "Yes Shauna Marie. The corset and not another stitch of clothing..." "Yes Madame." Option B The old Indian cemetery was eerily silent as Tom rode through it. He felt a chill run up his spine as he passed between raised platforms with ceremonially wrapped bodies atop. He laughed nervously at his irrational fear of the dead bodies. No on would believe that he had come through here to escape... unless he took a memento. As he passed a platform he reached out and took a ceremonial necklace. Chuckling to himself he removed his hat, slipped the memento over his head and replaced his hat. As Tom rode on he felt as though angry eyes watched him. The shadows seemed to loom menacingly. He felt a little queasy. He blinked. He felt wrong and he pulled in his horse. Then he lost control and fell from his saddle. He rolled on the ground, fog snaking towards him as though alive. He cried out in fear as it seemed to garb at him, tearing his clothes and pulling weirdly at his skin. He lost sight then all other sensation. Tom lay there in shock until a prodding in his leg roused him. "Git up girl!" a familiar voice ordered. "I said git up!" "Yessir," Tom agreed, realizing his voice was much too high and breathy. Standing over him was the partner he deserted, The San Deville Kid. He shivered realizing that he was buck naked except for his hat, belt and cowboy boots. "Godamn," he muttered. "You ain't seen a yellow dog come ridden through here. Big fella on a black horse with a big bag a gold and the fear of god on his tail?" Tom blinked in confusion. Why didn't The Kid recognize him? He looked down and realized why. Nestled between her full naked breasts was the dull shine of the amulet she'd taken. Indian Curse! she thought. "Why is you naked out here in this Injun graveyard girl? Ain't you got no sense?" The Kid asked with a leer, eying her up and down. "What's yer name? She shrugged, "Shauna Marie," she said. "Well Shauna Marie, I ain't got all night. Git your pretty little tush up her and I'll take ya some place warm and safe." Tom knew what The Kid had in mind for her but she had no real choice. She took his hand and climbed up into the saddle with him. She placed her arms around him and held him tight to keep warm. "Godamn Indians!" she muttered. "Shush Shauna," The Kid said, slapping her leg with his riding crop. Shauna did as she was told, becoming ever conscious of her naked breasts pushing into his back. Her nipples were getting erect, rubbing against the rough cotton of his shirt. The kid reached slowly back behind and slipped his free hand between her legs. She squirmed for a moment as his finger slipped into her. Then she sighed as his hand and the rocking of the horse sent tingles of pleasure through her. Hardly thinking she lowered her hands to his buckle. With a tug she had it unbuckled and her hand wrapped around his manhood. "Shit! Luck is damn fickle thang. I lose and find me both a treasure and a partner in one night." Shauna Marie grunted in assent Option C Tom had decided that if he wanted to throw of pursuit he'd be best off not taking the roads and headed cross country. He blazed a trail up a ridge, across a saddle then and off into the wilds. Out this ways he'd