"Escaped slave girl." you turn at the shout to see a man pointing in your direction and not any man it is clearly a twin of your former self.
You look around in confusion as several people grab you and drag you towards the man. Naturally you struggled and screamed out shrilly "I'm not a slave girl let me go you stupid people"
To your horror your voice sounded very girly indeed. Before you could say or do anything else you became completely disorientated as you mind got flooded with hormones and alien neural patterns being suddenly imposed.
The man casually walked over to you and placed a hand on your chin as he looked down on you. It slowly dawned on you that you must have somehow
swapped forms, and now the former girl was the master, and you her or rather his slave. Seeing you appeared to be back were you belonged the other let go of you leaving it up to your owner to punish you appropriately.
He then casually started stripping of your now silly looking male robes. When you tried to say something you noticed that your normal cruel self centred male ego and natural sense of superiority were suddenly no longer part of your mental makeup. At that moment you also became acutely aware that your cock was gone, replaced by a maddeningly erect little clitoris and a warm tingling deep within you. You also realised that you had boobs and that their nipples ached. Alas at that moment you realised you were completely at his mercy and soon completely naked confirming your gender to change to the whole world.
You averted your eyes and softly pleaded "Please give me back my body I promise to give you anything you want. I give you my word." your voice quavered between a disturbing lust and sincerity.
"Your word? The word of a slave?" the man said in a mocking voice as he stepped back and flexed his prodigious musculature obviously enjoying the role reversal. Even his shadow loomed large, dwarfing the much smaller body you now wore "I think you will find that information more useful to your current body. Let me give you my word instead.Lead me to your former home and I promise to free you from your slave bondage".
You bit you bottom lip not sure how to reply. You briefly looked at the former girl and could see that she seemed to have taken to his new masculinity - almost as a matter of course. Like he had been born to it. He certainly seemed more than masculine enough. He was definitely in control. You also wondered why you were disturbingly getting excited by being so helpless?
He then placed a collar around your neck "Oh well time to finish the tattoo off, whilst you make up your mind what to do"
He then wrapped one meaty hand around your legs,as he easily hoisted you up on his shoulder, and marched towards a tattoo shop. You blinked your eyes and in a rather confused voice asked "Finish of a tattoo, but I don't have one?"
He rolled his eyes "Well um you do now"
It was a short walk, but he was a tall man now, and it felt as if you were being put on display, elevated so all could get a look at your naked body, wet between the legs, generous breasts bouncing about...and an obvious slave collar around your neck. Men and women alike paused at the sight of the slave girl being displayed
so prominently.
It disturbed you greatly that you now found being carried, naked, on display like that terribly exciting. In shame you pressed your legs together to hid your arousal but you could feel the eyes on you and saw them looking in amusement and your mound, pussy lips and clitoris on public display.
"Finish the tattoo," he announced as he entered the tattoo parlour and set you on the platform, you were then secured on it rather quickly with your legs wide, your face going red at your obvious arousal so openly on display. Wet and hot, that alas was the condition of your new sex.
The tattooist grinned as the slim slave girl got to work.
"We don't need to do this. I'm not a slave," you desperately protested.
It even sounded false to your own ears. You glanced down and blushed in shame as saw a half completed tattoo wrapping around your loins proving your body was clearly that of a slave. The way it circled your sex so erotically, you had to admit you sort of liked it.
The tattooist naturally ignored you and grinned as she brought the needle closer and closer. "Would the master like her clit tattooed. Red? Purple? Pink? My it's so flushed."
She casually flicked it, your eyes widened and you moaned. Your blasted new clit was so sensitive, alas incredibly so. More than you could believe possible. Better than your cock had felt and instead of a tingling of your balls and a swelling of your shaft your new lips swelled open and your insides tingled receptively, eager to be filled. Your swollen clit was all the sensitive nerves clustered so tight on such a small nub. You nodded, panting with lust. Being a slave was such a turn on.
The man chuckled as he patted you on the head "This tattoo
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