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Do Gynoids Have Wet Dreams? "Layla... Wake up girl," a female voice purred, full of amusement and mocking undertones. No mere woman spok to Jax Civy like this. He was a rich and powerful man, a ruthless crime lord. He had destroyed people for lesser insults. It was ... irritating. But he was so tired so he let the offender live. For now. Jax rolled over in the softly cushioned bed of his Harem, insuating himself more comfortably into the silk sheets, the familiar scents of spices and perfumes, the sounds of the small fountain, caged gree-grees and fans lulling him for a time. But there was a sense of wrongness that slowly grew. The scents were stronger, multi-layered and oddly soothing. Calming. The sounds had a crystalline quality, more vibrant and rich. No. Everything was just a little off and his subconscious knew exactly what it was. "Come on Layla. Up you little minx." Layla? The female voice kept calling him Layla. Layla was one of his slaves, a cute sex starved pet that he was fond of bedding. This was not right. He couldn't ignore this little pest any more. Jax moaned sluggishly as he roused, then cried out in pain as someone slapped his face. Hard. Really hard. His cheek throbbed in pain. No one slapped him. No one! Jax opened his eyes, murder gleaming in them. Those eyes widened as Jax was struck by the vividness of the colours, the rich shine of the gently swaying curtains, the brilliant and subtle hues of the lush wall hangings and the mazing intricate brass greebles of the condensers on the walls. Jax looked up at Feef, face smarting. That slap had really hurt. Feef looked peculiarly larger, more imposing. Warning bells were going off immediately for the criminal. Feef was not physically intimidating. She was cute and sexy, a Sexus-1 model gynoid, a soft, docile, ultra feminine creature. To call her voluptuous was an understatement. With her large rounded breasts, tiny waist and long perfect legs she was designed ... well perfection. Mentally though Feef was much more then she appeared thanks to Jax. Feef was a slave, a gynoid, just like Layla. But perhaps as a result of the slap to the face Jax felt intimidated. Something was wrong. Very wrong. "Huh?" Jax asked in confusion, his once familiar voice far too high and ... feminine!? "What the?" Feef observed with unconcealed amusement as the crime lord Jax Civy - now in Layla's cutely feminine body - gradually realised what had happened to her. No doubt Jax was feeling the first hints of her constant arousal already. It was only due to the drugs that Feef had taken that she had managed to suppress her own raging libido - allowing her to resist the overwhelming urges of her body and execute this betrayal. Just. Jax in Layla's body would enjoy no such immunity. Feef wondered how long it would take for those urges to become irresistible for the new Layla. Now seemed like a good time to explain the obvious as any. "I drugged you," Feef said with a grin. She lifted the limp arm of the body on the bed and let it drop. Jax stared with growing disbelief. That was his naked body on the bed. "Actually no. Not you. I drugged Jax." Feef waited for the penny to drop. It was amusing watching Layla try and understand. It gradually came back to Jax. The drink Feef had given him. Drugged? And clearly Jax now wore another's body. She looked down. Large rounded full bare breasts hung from her small rib cage. A g-string covered her sex. She was in Layla's body. She swallowed. She knew exactly what that meant. Layla's body was identical to Feef's. Her shock and fear grew. Feef had the device! Feef laughed as she saw understanding dawn in Layla's eye. "I figured out the code for your safe. I had access to your suppression drugs and the device. I might be a gynoid but I'm still me in here. I'm still smart enough to do that. You underestimated me. Girl." "Listen, I'll make it right between us. Let me back to my body and -" Feef gripped Layla by her fat pink nipple and twisted, stopping the former man in mid sentence. A gasp of surprised arousal escaped Layla's lips. With a chuckle Feef slipped cuffs onto Layla's wrists and shackled her to the bed head. Layla was too stunned to resist. Jax had often chained Layla and Feef to the bed head and they had done so obediently. Now she was Layla she was just as pliant. "When your master awakes you are in for a surprise." She twisted Layla's nipple again slowly. "I thought about swapping into your old body... But Jax Civy is a sociopath. I don't want to be that. Layla will need your help to run your organisation. Until she figures out how everything works. Then she'll sell you or kill you... Or maybe she'll be better than you were. I don't care. Get used to your new body though. You're stuck with it now. I'm taking the swapping device after all.." Feef ran a finger down Layla's curvy hip to the crotch of her panties. "The code for your cruiser." Feef prompted. Layla whimpered with need. She shook her head. She could not let Feef escape with the device. She could not live like this. She gasped. Feef grinned and pulled the new Gynoids panties down to expose her sex. It was slick and glistening already. "We can do this the easy way..." Her finger teased Layla's clit. Layla bit her lip, a jolt of electric pleasure throbbing through her loins. "Or the hard way." Feef withdrew her hand. Layla looked up at the other girl, struggling against her need. It was almost impossible. Her body was genetically engineered to need sex. Submissive sex. And Feef knew exactly how to exploit the weaknesses of Layla's body. Again Feef slid a finger along Layla's sex, stroking the lips and thumbing her clit. Layla could not think, the pleasure was overwhelming. "I'm a man. I'm not a girl.." She spread her legs and thrust her hips with needful abandon into Feef's fingers. "The code... Give me the code." "But... You'll leave me trapped here. Like this..." Layla whispered through gritted teeth, teetering on the edge of her desire. "You like it though. Don't you?" Feef prompted huskily. This was a two way street and despite the suppressor drugs Feef could not help but grow aroused. Layla wanted to say no. But her new body, the wiring of her new brain, the incessant pleasure Feef was assailing her with made that feel like a lie. She so badly wanted to say no. She should so no. She could not give up her manhood so easily. But it felt so right. Her mind and body fought and her body was winning. Shaking her head she said, "yes." Feef chuckled and slid a finger into the girls moist sex. Layla closed her eyes and groaned. "Deeper. Please..." She begged. Feef slowly withdrew her fingers, trying to ignore her own growing arousal. "The code." She said with a catch in her voice. This revenge could quickly degenerate into prolonged sex and Feef wanted to be away before the man on the bed awoke. If he did he would not let her go. "XVG34GK," Layla gasped, an new addict in desperate need of her next fix. With an evident effort of will Feef withdrew her fingers and patted the sex starved girl on the head. "Good bye. Enjoy your new life. Maybe when our paths cross again I'll have a male body again and I can give you what you want." "Wait. You can't leave me hanging like this." Layla cried forlornly. Feef almost gave in but she closed her eyes and reminded herself of her plan. "Of course I can... Good luck." Layla found her thoughts utterly confused. She looked at the departing Feef. "Please don't go." She needed it. So badly. Feef smirked, the tugging of her own need under control now, allowing her to take some amusement from the little sluts fate. "It's ironic. This is the same fate you handed me..." Feef considered Layla as she stood in the doorway. The new gynoid more than deserved her fate. Feef took one last look at her former master, the man on the bed. She could have escaped into Jax's body. But she had no desire to be a sociopathic bastard, no matter how much fun it might be to take revenge on her former master. She turned and left the new Layla and Jax to their own fates. Feef wanted to return to a male body though. Finding an appropriate male body to escape into raised other problems. Anyone that deserved to be reduced to a submissive sex slave would likely be a bastard she would have no desire to be. Maybe she could go on as Feef. It wasn't that bad. No. Her lack of willpower and insatiable sexual urges were fantastic but too limiting. On her knees Layla watched Feef depart, not angry but very frustrated, horny and scared. It was not possible for Layla to get angry in this body. She lacked the ability, the submissive tendencies of her new form too strong. In fact her new hormonal makeup prevented it. Layla had intimately observed others adapt to the role of a Gynoid. She knew how much this body had already altered her mind. She, like all the others, accepted the changes easily. Passively. She thought of herself in the feminine. Her desires and needs were female. And they would become more so. Her fear increased as she realised the magnitude of her changes. She pulled against her cold durasteel bonds, feeling weak as the hard metal bit into her soft skin. She'd liked chaining her pets. Liked making them beg for release. Watching the last burning coals of malehood sputter and die as they accepted that they were trapped as slave girls. Now she was trapped in the soft female flesh of a slave girl. Utterly. And her helplessness remained ... Quite erotic. Moreso. The kinkiness, the outre wrongness, it felt right somehow. Layla could not believe that she was in this terrible predicament thanks to the plotting of another Gynoid. This complete loss of control was thrilling. Again her new body and its urges scared her. Powerlessness. It was addictive. She'd always been the one in control, always been the dominator, always been the aggressor. But now she was the complete opposite and it was more exciting than she could possibly imagine. Layla was appalled by her new thoughts. But they were undeniable. Gynoids were obedient, incapable of resisting the wills of others... How had Feef done this? She tried to summon her will... She clenched a tiny fist and her nails bit into her palm. Such a pretty dainty little hand. She cried out in pain. Her body was so sensitive, sensations were amplified fourfold. Layla, as Jax Civy, had done this to six rich and powerful men, taken them and swapped them into gynoids that now resided in her former harem. She had enjoyed dominating them. Screwing them into his pliant pets. And they had all thoroughly enjoyed their new submissive roles, despite the burning embers of their former male psyches struggling against it. To differing degrees they all had a love hate relationship with their master. But their lust ruled them, their bodies natural slave tendencies made them unable to rebel. Or so she had thought. As she thought of those six and the other five true gynoids Layla realised then that she had no friends in the harem. In fact if the girls found out who she had been... Layla swallowed. It would be interesting. Their revenge might take many forms. She felt her nipples hardening at the prospect. Perhaps they would try and dominate her, as she had dominated them. In this body she would happily let them. The notion made her pussy quiver and tighten with illicit anticipation. There were two girls that tried to assert themselves on the others in an almost comical display of their former masculinity. Dainty little sex toys playing at being men. The pair has been her favourites. And because of that they enjoyed higher status in the harem, giving them the power over the others which they sought. Perhaps she should not have let that hierarchy develop. The body on the bed moaned and rolled over, breaking Layla's train of thought. Her former body. So large. Masculine. Desirable. "Oh shit," Layla said as she looked at her lovely full breasts. They were so large, heavy, feminine... Such large nipples which she knew were ultra sensitive. Gynoids wore little in the way of clothing because their bodies were so sensual. She swallowed and reached out with one of her tiny elfin hands to touch her pillowy breast. Her caress felt wonderful and her large nipples grew harder and fatter. She took the nub of her tit and squeezed. She felt an electric thrill that echoed in between her legs. Her pussy?! She continued to experiment, unable to stop. She'd sucked on her aroused nipples before as Jax, had seen Layla melt with desire. Unbidden she imagined a hot hungry mouth licking, mouthing and nibbling on her nipples. She twisted a nipple. She'd tit fucked these breasts. A large knotted member sliding between them... She felt an odd moist twitch in her groin and moaned wantonly. Her second hand soon joined her first. An aching need grew between her legs. Layla's wanton gaze travelled further downwards and she had to bend slightly to see past her large heaving breasts to her new sex. Her hairless slit glistened between her legs, her clit full and proud with arousal amongst the fleshy folds of her lips. She had seen her penis sliding in and out of those lips. Her lips. Filled them to overflowing with her seed. That would feel good. Layla looked over at her former body wistfully... The thoughts of being taken by her former body excited her dammit. She wondered what it would be like... To be sexually abased, just as she had treated the former occupant of this body. A little fuckpet. Her hand slipped between her legs. She started to moan in hedonistic lust as she explored the depths of her need. *** It was early morning and the palace was all quiet. Feef slipped through the darkened corridors on a whisper of bare feet. If not happy with it she was used to her nakedness by now. For a gynoid to wear clothes would attract unwanted attention and prompt heightened arousal. She carried the small swapping device with her through to the landing pads where Jax kept his spacecraft. Rounding a corner Feef was accosted by a one of Triv's henchmen, Hejka a red skinned hermaphroditic Meshian of the warrior caste. The warrior blocked her way, tall and imposing. She appeared to be female with her three pairs of breasts which grew smaller down its chest and very female shaped hips. But her clit could extend into a very impressive phallus. Hejka stroked her single sensitive head tentacle that hung down between her breasts like a topknot. It was one of the hairless Meshian's sexual organs. Feef grinned. She liked Hejka and had engaged in a number of illicit sexual encounters with the Meshian. The hermaphrodite was an adventurous lover with a strong libido. And she was not cruel like most of the beings here. "Where are you going at this hour little one?" Hejka asked with her husky and curiously gender neutral voice. She ran her hand over Feef's exposed belly and Feef shivered with need. Hejka knew better than to have sex with one of Jax's gynoids in the open but at this quiet hour finding an out of the way place for some amorous hijinks would be easy enough. Feef was sorely tempted but time was pressing. It was only thanks to the drugs she had taken that With a great effort of will she shook her head. "I am sorry but I am on an errand for Jax. I must make haste," she explained. Hejka nodded. "Another time then... Hurry along little one. Our master does not forgive tardiness." Feef nodded. On an impulse she pressed her body into Hejka's and hugged her. "Do not mention seeing me. It is a secret errand," she said, her breasts pressing into Hejka's middle pair of breasts. Feef turned and hurried on. She chose Jax's luxury cruiser and typed in the access code. She entered, prepped for flight then took off, putting as much distance between herself and the planet as she could. *** In Jax's body the former Layla awoke to hear moaning and whimpering. He sat up, completely surprised by what his senses told him. He was a man?! Strong, large, his mind unfettered by sexual need. He found himself adapting quickly and was quite worried. He knew that Jax had been swapping Gynoids into the bodies of his male enemies. He had expected this fate. It was not something he wanted, as Jax had always disposed of his enemies former male bodies, the minds of his Gynoids of no concern. But then Layla recognised the tattoo on his bicep. He was in Jax's body?! His fear was replaced with excited curiosity as he slowly examined his new body, liking what he saw. He reached down and gripped his new manhood, a curious frown on his face. Then he looked across at Layla. That had been his former body. So small. So sexy. He found his cock growing semi-erect at the wanton sight. If he was Jax then ... Jax was now Layla? The irony was delicious! The new Jax watched for a moment as his former female body masturbated in front of him and then he frowned. "Are you having fun?" He growled. The Gynoids eyes widened as she looked up at Jax. "Um. Yes Layla." "No. You're Layla now. I'm Jax," Jax growled. "Yes Jax." Layla agreed taking her hand from her crotch. "Better yet. Call me master..." Jax growled. He turned his mind back to before this had happened. Back when he had been Layla. Feef had led her to Jax's sleeping body, pushed her onto the bed ... and then darkness. Feef had the swapping device!? Jax looked down at the chained Layla, very happy with the new situation. But he needed the machine! It was too valuable to be left in the hands of a lowly gynoid. "Where did Feef take the swapping machine?" Layla shrugged hopelessly. "She... She made me give her the codes to the ships. I heard one take off just before you awoke." Jax nodded. Layla would have entered hyperspace by now. "Bounty hunters? Who is the best?" "Um," Layla considered. Rummy Duece was the best. But she didn't want Jax to get the swapper too soon. The second best then... "Triv Monde," she said. Jax had heard of Triv Monde. "Your codes. Give them too me." Layla considered fighting but knew that with her body and needs that Jax would break her with no effort. Likely it would be a sexually frustrating and demeaning experience. She sighed and gave over her access codes. Hopefully if she cooperated she would not have her needs denied... But she doubted it. *** Triv Monde adjusted the infra-vision setting of his telescopic visor and then activated his body armours internal cooling system. He hated the humid heat of this planet - it reminded him of his time at the Oravian prison mine. The bounty hunter slowly breathed the filtered air through his masks respirator, cautiously checking to make sure it was operational. The power system hummed slightly. The armour included a small arsenal of weapons both long range. And short, tough polysteel woven plates, a range of sensors and communications systems. He methodically checked over each of these as his ship, Stellar V, came into land. Grunting in satisfaction, the sound distorted by his respirator, the bounty hunter opened the hatch and dropped to the landing pad, looking about alertly. "Come with me sir," a combat mech intoned and started to lumber towards the spire visible through the foliage. Triv was unsurprised at the lack of diplomacy. These were people that communicated best with violence. He grinned behind his visor. His type of people. Triv followed. Hot humid wind blew through the vine laden canopy above. Large insectoid creatures scuttled about, half seen in the verdant and purple shadows. His heads up display targeted them, tracking his eye movements. Despite his armour he could feel the dank heat. The bounty hunter's hand stayed warily on his plasma harpoon as he entered Jax Civy's palace. The ancient stone place was a tumbling down fort or temple built by the extinct sentient arthropods that once inhabited this planet. Alien and human guards, mercenaries, smugglers, black marketers, gynoid pleasure slaves and mechs watched him as he passed. The stiflingly hot throne room was ostentatious. Jax sat on his divan, fanned by a mech, an all but naked gynoid curled at his feet. Another genetically engineered submissive beauty, with the same genes and personality as thousands of others. Oddly she seemed ill at ease, embarrassed. She held one slim arm across her ample breasts, as though she could hide her amply endowed nakedness. Her eyes were downcast. Her reaction seemed to amuse Jax. "Don't be so shy my pet. Layla ... Dance for my guest." He nudged her breast with his foot. She clutched her boob and coloured. Layla wanted to dance, to please her master, but part of her also still fought the submissive urges of her Gynoid body. But it was in her nature to obey. Slowly she stood, a tiny curvy thing, lithe and overly endowed, breasts swaying. She didn't like how this visored man looked past her and seemed to ignore her. She started to dance sensually, hoping to attract his attention. Whilst she moved with the natural fluid grace of a gengineered pet there was still uncertainty, reluctance, abashed shame at her state of undress and her actions. But she was horny. So horny and that trumped all her other emotions. Despite her begging Jax had not yet slept with her, and her need made her want to please this man. And that scared her and made her hornier. Triv did not watch the girl dance but instead used his visors augmented vision to take the measure of Jax and his throne room. Triv could not help but wonder why Jax had summoned him. It was not unusual for a bounty hunter to be employed directly to hunt down a quarry but it was usually cheaper and quicker to file the bounty on the relevant boards for all and sundry. True he was a skilled hunter, perhaps even the best in the galaxy... After Rummy. The guards and hangers on seemed mostly uninterested. Half of them were alien and the dancing was hardly enticing to them, not that cross species relations were uncommon. There was a slight hint of aggression from some and maybe a little fear. As a bounty hunter he was renowned for always getting his man. He noted three, no four people with bounties on their heads. Now was not the time to pursue them though. It would be impolite to claim them. But he made a note to come back here. Jax hid a smirk, aware that Triv was taking in the rooms occupants. He let the girl dance, her gyrations causing her clothing to be displaced giving brief tantalising glimpses of her perfectly rounded breasts and lovely loins. Layla basked in the attention, clearly enjoying what she had been created to do. She came to an end of her dance, panting and sweating, curling at her masters feet. Jax clapped his hands. "To business. I have a bounty for you. Another pleasure slave... The twin of this one." Jax threw a holo disk to Triv. Triv caught it casually, his attention fixing upon the slave. She looked him in the visor then blushed, her eyes quickly downcast. Her body gleamed with oils and the gently swaying bands of beads that draped over her curves hinted at her nipples and sex. "Take her if you want. The little slut needs more experience. She is quite new to her role," Jax chuckled as he watched the girl, "but eager to learn." Layla was running her hands over her breasts making sure her scant coverings gave her the most modesty. She looked up at her master - surprise, shame, guilt and excitement on her face. She looked back to Triv, uncertain but very interested and hopeful. Her legs widened slightly, almost unconsciously. She desperately needed what he had to offer. She licked her lips half wanting him, half hating herself. Triv nodded. Her actions suggested she was new, but he had seen girls like this one many times. After all she was a standard pleasure slave, a clone. But she was acting oddly. Pleasure slaves were happy - eager to please and to satisfy their needs. They did not care about modesty. In fact they flaunted there nudity. It was alluring to see such a creature attempting to be modest particularly given her lack of clothes. Triv weighed up the odd situation.It was also out of character for Jax to offer one of his pleasure slaves. Jax was miserly and possessive. He'd sooner kill a man than share a concubine. But Triv wasn't going to look a gift horse in the mouth. He turned his attention to the hologram. An identical gengineered pleasure slave. Large breasted, wide hipped but lean and limber and short. "Bring that one to me. Don't sleep with her or I'll kill you. The rest of the information is on the date chip, including the coordinates of where she left the ship she stole from me. I am paying you for your discretion." Jax growled. Triv scratched his chin in thought. It sounded like an order he would risk disobeying. "Yes sir... I always get my man," He said. He always said that. It was his catch phrase, something he wanted people to remember about him. So far it had been true. He reached out and took the dancing girl by the wrist and led her back to his ship. Layla followed all too willingly, quiet until the hatch opened and the climbed inside the Stellar V. "You should heed the masters words," she suggested. Triv shrugged as he divested her of her skimpy slave girl beads. Layla grinned as he stripped her, hoping that he liked her body and feeling bad at the same time. But she was so horny. This was what she was made for after all. "When I want to hear from a pleasure slave I will let you know... There are other things you can do with your mouth." Triv turned and inserted the data chip, ignoring the randy little gynoid. "Feef stole one of Jax's best ships? No wonder he was angry. But it doesn't explain... Oh wait. There is a piece of tech she had stolen that I have to retrieve..." he mused, looking at the enigmatic device, unaware of its function. He turned and toyed with the gynoid's breasts. "Now where were we? Oh yes, your mouth..." Layla shuddered at his touch, her internal conflict dissolving as she dropped to her knees and unbuckled his pants with fumbling hands. This was what she needed so badly. "So tell me girl. Why are you acting so strangely?" Triv probed, taking her jaw in his hand. "No reason master," Layla lied unconvincingly. The last thing she wanted to do was tell him she had been a man. She didn't want to risk not having sex. Triv ignored the lie. "So why does your master want your sister so badly? It's a lot of money for a gynoid. He could buy five for what he is offering." He ran his hand appreciatively over her lean flank and heavy breasts. Layla moaned and slid her tiny hand along Triv's member. She desperately wanted him inside her. "She cheated him..." That much was true. "Made him into a fool..." Almost true. God she wanted him. There was no internal conflict. Just need. Triv nodded and turned her around, face down on the table. He let his cock rest between her thighs, ready to slide into her. "Are you holding back?" Layla shook her head. "No sir. Please. I need it -" Triv pushed into her willing pussy. She moaned and bucked back. It was so much better than she expected. Her pussy was so tight, wet, hot and sensitive. It felt incredible. Her pleasure centres took up so much of her new mind. Triv soon filled Layla's womb with his seed. "You can let yourself out girl..." Triv said as his softening penis slid from Layla and stepped into the ship's sonic shower. He turned it on and quickly the sweat and liquids of the encounter were cleansed from his body. Layla watched Triv from the bed, her small body hot and sweaty with sexual satisfaction. She nodded as he entered the shower cubicle but as soon as he closed the door she grabbed her skimpy salve outfit and looked about desperately. She ducked down the small corridor and into a service hatch, pulling it closed behind her. She crouched there breathing heavily, Triv's and her own juices cooling on her inner thights. She was very glad that Triv thought with his cock. Very. * * * High in geo-synchronous orbit Rummy Deuce sat aboard the Zero Kelvin and coldly observed Triv's actions through the Stellar V's hacked communications systems. The information on Jax's data chip already flashed on Rummy's screen, with details of the device, Feef and the stolen ship already read. The 'interrogation' of Layla left a bad taste in Rummy's mouth. Rummy considered opening the Kelvin's missile batteries on Triv's ship. That would be a waste of expensive munitions and an attack on a ship in Jax's palace would stir a response from the tech lord. But then Rummy had a better idea. Steal the bounty and kill Triv. Jax paid well and stealing a bounty was fair game. Killing Triv was icing on the cake but it needed to be done. Few had seen the Bounty Hunter's face. Fewer still had lived to tell the tale. Triv was amongst the latter few and Rummy planned on rectifying this oversight. Time to clean up loose ends. Rummy had followed Triv to this planet expecting him to have a private bounty. The best bounty hunter in the galaxy sat back and prepared to follow Triv, coldly calculating the best way of dispatching the man. Rummy watched the aftermath between Triv and Layla with wry amusement and doctored Triv's service logs to cover his stowaways tracks and show that only he remained on his ship. Jax Civy would be angry at Triv for 'stealing' a slave girl. This was going to be fun. Rummy waited patiently until Triv launched the Stellar V and entered hyperspace. The Zero Kelvin followed. * * * Triv Monde flipped the sensors switch back and forth until it worked, cursing silently. Nothing outside. He sighed. As a bounty hunter it was not uncommon for wanted men to try and ambush him. He turned to K4, his probe droid. "Get out there and reconnoitre pal," he instructed. K4-D7 farted and beeped affectionately then glided to the top hatch and calmly exited. "Yeah well your mother was a garbage compactor." Triv responded absently at the departing droid. K4 was quirky but reliable. Triv looked at the sensor panel. He needed to get that fixed. His old crate, Stellar V, was an old, worn and heavily modified small freighter. He looked out through the side porthole. Blue grey dust swirled about. Beyond was the Jez Kirwan space port, and hopefully his bounty. The mech returned and beeped out details of its search. It had hacked the stations security system and located a number of gynoid Sexus-1's. Most were registered to business along the redlight catwalk or to various parties but one unregistered gynoid caught his attention in a buvette amongst the lower catwalks. "Good work trashcan," he said to K4 who responded with an electronic fart. Triv checked his gear and headed out. Shortly after he left the Stellar V Layla stealthily climbed from her hidey hole, quickly took a small stun gun from his arms chest and followed after. * * * Rummy circled slowly about the space port, spotting the Stellar V and the ship which Feef had stolen, then the bounty hunter landed the Zero Kelvin on the other side of the space port. Rummy watched through the Stellar V's onboard surveillance systems as K4 report to its master. "To kill Triv or not ... hmmm," the hardened bounty hunter wondered, checking weapons and equipment. Everything was in order. Nodding in self congratulation Rummy headed to the under-city Buvette as well. * * * Triv moved slowly to the lower catwalk levels, where the pirates traded goods and chattel, slipped carefully down the service corridor and came stealthily into the smoky buvette by the back way. He moved to an alcove and drew the curtain part way closed and watched the gynoid across the bar. She was watching the patrons coming and going, looking for someone. His helmet scanner systems confirmed her identity by tattoos. This was his bounty. Feef. Too easy. She was clad in the skimpy clothes of a pleasure slave, designed to display here body rather than conceal it. No weapons. He waited for her to be focused on a pair of pirates entering by the front when he made his move. He had sat down beside her and slipped a shackle about her wrist before she knew it. "Feef. I'm Triv. Jax Civy's wants you and the device back..." Feef turned and looked up at Triv, momentarily speechless. "A bounty hunter!?" Triv inclined his head in a curt nod. "Damn," she grumbled. "The device. Where is it?" he asked. This girl seemed different to most Gynoids. She wasn't some fawning little sex slave. She had a spine and there was nothing submissive in her bold eyes. He remembered Jax's warning not to sleep with her. But then what happens on a hunt stays on a hunt. "It's in my room," she nodded to the stairs. Behind his visor Triv grinned. This sexy little creature came with a room. How fortunate for him. There was time enough for some fun. Triv roughly lifted her to her feet and pushed her to the stairs. He followed her to her cramped little bedroom. Triv pushed her onto the bed and unbuttoned his pants. Feef landed with a cry then looked back up at him and grinned. She had set this room up for this exact purpose. The device was set up. All she had to do was lead a man she wanted to transfer into here for sex. And Triv had just volunteered. Feef pulled her skimpy panties off. He frowned, having expected her to complain. He shrugged at her sudden change of attitude. Triv stroked his cock to hardness a few times then gripped her hips and slid into her from behind. She moaned and arched her back, pushing back into him with all her strength. "Oh god, you have no idea how good that feels," she muttered as her hand slipped down beside the bed and, unknown to Triv, activated the device. She was hot, tight and highly aroused, and some of that arousal carried over. Triv blinked. She was a telepath? He could feel his excitement rising with hers. Her taut little body suddenly burned with contagious need. He could not stop if he wanted to and he started to thrust into her with unrestrained need. He felt her pussy tighten, his own balls burn and then his body was suffused with an orgasm. He closed his eyes and let out a husky moan, his sex burning slickly. He was on his hands and knees, ass high. Something was different but so intense... So perfect. His nipples burned and he could feel his chest bouncing strangely as hips slapped into his ass and warmth filled him deeply. "You know how good it feels now don't you..." A male voice asked. Triv thrust back with need but hands on his hips pushed him forward and he felt something large and rigid slid from his groin. "No, wait, please don't stop!" He begged as his arms collapsed and he lay face down on his large soft chest, long hair sticking to his sweaty face. He needed more! He looked back. Beyond the curve of a perfectly formed ass he could see ... Himself? "Oh... No..." Triv turned about, large sensitive breasts jiggling, to look down between ... Her ... Legs. A female sex. Don't sleep with her... Now she knew why. "It's a bit odd isn't it. When Jax first swapped me into that body I was scared and aroused. You have drugs in your body that help prevent you from being a completely submissive thrall," the new Triv said as he took a hypo and administered it to the new Feef. "Well, you did have. Not any more. There is no way you'll be able to over ride your libido now..." The new Triv removed his helm and looked in the mirror, examining his face. "Rather handsome. Fit. Independent. Just what I was hoping for!" "You mean to leave me like this?!" The new Feef asked surprised, realising that being trapped in a nymphoid body would be a rather ... Life altering fate. This was humiliating. She was property now. A plaything. She looked down in fear. Her body was so small. Five foot. No muscles. Weak. So feminine. Her breast were so large and heavy. Her waist so small. Like an hourglass, legs all curvy... and a hairless female sex. So different from her real body... The flimsy clothes were so revealing and where they touched her skin she was aroused. She stood, offbalance in her high heels. The heels seemed necessary, her feet arched so that she could not walk without them it seemed. And she thought of herself as a she. She considered that. Her ready acceptance of this was worrying. What other mental changes had this transfer made to her? Slave girls were submissive, compliant, weak willed, highly sexed - and she was now a slave girl. The thought made her mouth dry. She should be angry but that emotion was beyond her. This new body had so much power over her... As did everyone else. She was in the body of a perfect slave. He had said there were drugs that prevented her from being a thrall. "What are the drugs that give me free will?" She asked, starting to feel more sexually flushed. She wanted to prevent herself from becoming a pliant gynoid. She knew she would not be able to fight off her urges. Soon she would need to sleep with a man. The idea was more than just a rationale thought. It was a growing desire. A biological imperative. "I..." Her former body chuckled "My, aren't you in a pickle?" The former pleasure slave asked the new Feef. "So Triv. The access codes to your ship. Give them up... along with anything else I need to know. Your accounts. The location of your assets. Codes to your secret files. Caches of weapons or other valuables... everything." Triv swallowed as the man in her former body towered over her. His commanding words struck a chord within her. She had to obey. It was part of her nature. She sighed and realised that she could do nothing but cooperate. She had given up without even a fight. The small masculine part of her body railed as she obediently gave him the codes and the other information he wanted. "Good girl," the new Triv said as he recorded everything. "And so we have to part company..." * * * Layla moved through the lower levels searching for Triv. She felt small and scared. She had lost him a while ago and now she didn't know where she was. She knew she was in an unsavoury part of the Jez Kirwan space port. "Well well, look what we have here. A little stunner. Drop the stun gun," a voice commanded. Layla swallowed as the gun slowly slipped from her hands. She'd forgotten how susceptible to the will of others she was in her new body. "Oh Frak." She grumbled. "A gynoid... hmmm. This is my lucky day. Finders keepers I say," a tall unsavoury man noted as he scooped up the dropped weapon. "Well then. I think it prudent to get you sold before someone tries to claim you. Come along you little minx." Layla followed the man through the mazing substructure of the port to a large smoky room. She took one look and realised that this was the black market where slaves and equipment were bought, sold and traded. The man who found her lead her to a slave traders stall. She looked at the other gynoids that stood or lay meekly in chains. As the tall unsavoury man haggled her life away a droid put a collar about her neck and chained her to the slave rail. She sat unhappily with the other slaves. It seemed unlikely that she would ever get free now. * * * The door to the room was kicked open suddenly. "Triv!" Rummy said to the other bounty hunter. The new Triv turned about and looked at the armoured bounty hunter. He recognised the bounty hunter insignia on the armour. The molecular disruptor aimed at him made his blood run cold. What did this bounty hunter want with him? Was he fast enough to go for his own gun. No. "I've been monitoring you since you got the bounty from Jax. I hacked your ship's systems. What do you have to say for yourself?" Rummy asked, voice distorted by the helmey. The new Triv shrugged, failing to understand the importance of the question. Triv figured that this was merely a case of competition for bounties. It would be an inconvenience if the new Jax found out he was in this body with the device but he could easily change bodies before Jax caught up with him. "You can have the girl. The bounty is yours." "That is all?" There was an icy calm to the words. "Um, Rummy," the new Feef started, realising that the new Triv was over his head. "Quiet girl!" Rummy snapped and the new Feef held her tongue. "And what of the device?" The new Triv shrugged. He could make another swapping device with enough time and resources. He only needed a lab. "It's beneath the bed," he said. Rummy nodded, retrieving the device quickly. "You know I was going to kill you. But when you left the planet you took that little slut gynoid with you. What was her name...? Layla? Jax will think you stole her from him and he will not forgive you for that. He will have to make an example of you. I guarantee you'll have a bounty on your head within the day. So I think I'll let you go. Then I'll hunt you down." There was a cold remorselessness to Rummy's voice that chilled the blood. The new Feef's lips made a small O of surprise as she realised what that meant. The new Triv nodded and put his helm on. He figured that if Jax found out who he had become there would be a bounty on his head regardless. It seemed likely that the poor little Feef would spill the beans quickly once she was back with Jax. A bounty on Triv's head - his head - did not worry him too much. After all he was not Triv, he would not hide in the same places as Triv would. And he doubted that Jax would let anyone know who he had been. Likely Jax would be happy that he had the device and cut his losses. And once the new Triv managed to make the device he could find a less conspicuous body. "Until next time then..." Rummy fired the gun and a stun ray knocked the new Triv hard back against the wall, his body sagging. He would be out for at least six hours from that blast. "What a scumbag... Come on poppet. You're part of this bounty," Rummy said to the new Feef, grabbing her by the elbow and propelling her from the room. The new Feef stared at her former body and then at Rummy. "Wait. You have to help me!" Feef cried. "And why would I want to do that? You're just a brainless little gynoid slut. I am going to return you for the bounty and that will be it," Rummy growled pushing Feef's tiny body further away from her original body. Feef started to feel desperate. If she didn't appeal to Rummy now she would be trapped like this forever. "No! Wait!! You have it all wrong. I am not a gynoid I... am..." Feef struggled. "I'm Triv. That Gynoid Feef stole my body." Rummy chuckled. "You expect me to believe that?" Feef nodded. "I can prove it. The Bounty on Pylor Dyre. We cut off his hand to use it to steal his fortune." Rummy frowned. "He told you that? I am going to kill him!" "No it's me ... Rumiko," Feef whispered, using the bounty hunter's real name. Rummy frowned then laughed and grabbed Feef's nipple. The Gynoid let out a cry that was all pleasure, her pussy tingling as she melted into lust. "Really? It's really you? This is just perfect. Looks like you got what you deserved." Rummy pressed a hand into Feef's sex and gently flicked her lips. "You have a pussy now... and a Gynoid's limitless libido? Oh this is a better punishment than I could ever have imagined. So this machine is a brain swapper?" Feef nodded and pressed her groin with wanton desperation into Rummy's exploring hand. "Please... swap me back. I'm begging you..." Feef pleaded frantically, wanting to beg to be screwed but fighting the urge with all her being. "Why would I ever want to do that?" Rummy asked, a finger slipping into Feef's hot dripping pussy. "You don't want that now do you?" Feef shook her head as the probing finger robbed her of any shred of her former self. She wanted to be screwed. Needed it like she needed air. "I thought not," Rummy said pushing Feef back into the small bedroom, closing the door and guiding the Gynoid to her knees. "Unbuckle my belt. It want you to suck me." Feef nodded as she obeyed, working Rummy's buckle. "Good girl..." As Rummy's belt fell to the ground Feef licked her lips then buried her face in her captors sex, giving enthusiastic head. She kissed and tongued, inhaling Rummy's subtle musk as the bounty hunter sighed and stroked her head in appreciation. "That's it... you know how I like it. I want you to finger your little cunt whilst you go down on me." Feef obediently tongued and sucked, starting to finger her hot tight sex just as she had been told. It felt perfectly natural for Feef to obey Rummy's commands and be sexually submissive. She would obey whatever commands Rummy gave her, it was an innate part of her now. Her little body burned with need as Rummy started to play with her extremely sensitive breasts, caressing their undersides then tweaking her fatly erect nipples. "Your breasts are very impressive. They must feel very heavy on your diminutive frame." Feef nodded and moaned as Rummy took a handful of each of her large sensitive mammaries and lifted them, mashing them together. "Guys will love tit fucking these. Hmmm. From your response I bet they are incredibly sensitive. Your nipples must be like little cocks..." Rummy said flicking them gently. Feef moaned and continued to orally pleasure Rummy. "You know I really wanted to kill you but this is more fun. So what should I do? Return you for the Bounty?" Had Feef been able to think rationally she would have realised that she was in trouble. But the threat only aroused her more. "Then again Jax doesn't know that I have you and the device. Hmmm having a little maid to clean the ship and do all my jobs might be fun. Oh this is just rich. I am going to have so much fun. Now stop girl!" Feef stopped giving head and look up from between Rummy's legs. "Remind me... what was it that you always said? Your famous line that you give to all your clients?" "I always get my man," she said, blushing furiously as she realised that now her catchphrase meant something else entirely. * * * Triv moaned and sat up, his head pounding. He had lost the device but was alive, free and still in one piece at least. He frowned, seeing that there was a note attached to his hand. "Good luck... whoever you were. Jax will not get the device or this slave. Disappear. If you tell anyone about this I'll hunt you down and use the device to transfer you into a Globian mating worm." Triv grinned as he screwed up the note and put it in his pocket. Things had just become better, and he had access to all of this bodies assets and wealth, which were enough to get him back on his feet. First step, see if he could find any of the tech he needed for his device. He headed off through the bowels of the space port. After wending through the catwalks and tunnels he came to the black market. He moved slowly through, buying bits and pieces of tech. And then he saw her. "Layla?" he asked through his helm. The despondent gynoid looked up at Triv. "Sir?" "Well isn't this a surprise..." He turned to the slaver. "How much for the girl?"