by Alyson Belle
“Virtjacks directly interface with your brain,” Amy said, bringing her other hand to slide up Mikala’s torso and cupping her breast. “Which is how you actually feel these delightful sensations.” She squeezed once. Mikala stifled a gasp. Amy gently teased at her nipple, through the bra, and Mikala squirmed in her bindings. Amy leaned in close again. “But it also provides a backdoor for someone with unscrupulous intentions to root around in there and play with your thoughts,” she continued. “Which is why you might have noticed that you think your name is Mikala now, and you can’t think of yourself without using female pronouns.”
Now Mikala did gasp. Amy was right. She understood that in fact her name was Mike, and that she was a boy, but for some reason she couldn’t seem to wrap her head around the concepts and apply them to herself right now. They kept sliding away from her. Stop thinking your name is Mikala, she thought. You’re not a girl, you’re a boy! she thought. It was no use. Her brain told her that her name was Mikala and that she was a girl, like she’d been born with the knowledge.
“I don’t think we need these bindings anymore,” Amy said, tapping Mikala on the nose. And just like that, her hands and legs were free. She started to fall to her knees, sore after being held spread eagle for so long, but Amy caught her wrist and held her up, one hand sliding around Mikala’s slender waist to pull her close once again. She wiggled against Amy, trying to push away, but the taller girl was also so much stronger than Mikala’s new avatar. Amy held her fast, laughing.
“Sorry, Mikala,” she said. “Your hot little body wasn’t made to fight.” Amy leaned in close, brushing her soft cheek against Mikala’s jawline and whispered into her ear, once again: “But that doesn’t mean you don’t have other uses.” She jerked Mikala’s wrist down and twisted it behind her back, forcing her towards the bed. Mikala whimpered and struggled against Amy, legs tensing and pushing as they edged towards the silky sheets. She’d never felt so powerless. Mikala couldn’t decide if she felt humiliated or more turned on than she’d ever been. Maybe both.
Amy shoved Mikala the last foot towards the bed with a thrust of her hips, hanging onto her wrists as she tumbled onto the sheets, bent over the side of the bed. Then Amy was behind her again, one arm pinning her down, pelvis thrust against Mikala’s backside, grinding into her. Her other hand dropped to Mikala’s pussy, fingers thrumming a cadence against her clit through the thin material of her thong. Mikala moaned, suddenly lost in ecstasy.
“Mmmm,” said Amy. “Yeah, moan for me, you little slut.” And then she jerked Mikala’s thong down in a single motion and slid two fingers deep into her throbbing, soaking pussy, working them furiously in and out while Mikala lay helplessly pinned. She writhed against Amy’s hand, almost crying at the sensation. All thoughts, all logic had flown from her head. There was no shame, no fear, no panic… just Amy’s fingers, sliding effortlessly in and out to part her aching lips again and again.
“More…” she begged.
“What did you say?” asked Amy, pulling her fingers out and slapping Mikala’s ass with three quick slaps. Each of them made Mikala jump with a little burst of pleasure. “What does my pretty little slut want?”
“Pleaaase, more… harder…” she panted, face half-buried in a pillow. Her face burned, but she was too far gone for shame, now. She was lost in her lust, and all she wanted was for Amy to come back and fill her tight little pussy with something, anything; whatever would stop the agonizing ache that demanded attention in the soft, wet place between her legs.
“My little slut wants more?” Amy asked, feigning surprise. “Well, I’m not sure my hand is going to cut it… But I can get something that might.” She snapped her fingers and Mikala saw her virtscreen pop up out of the corner of her eye. Amy tapped a few times and then Mikala felt something thick and warm pressing against her leg. “Yeah,” continued Amy. “Some girls are fine with fingers. But pretty little sluts like you need a hard, throbbing dick inside of them to calm them down, don’t they?”
Mikala struggled to twist to the side and see what was going on… She caught a glimpse of Amy, toga-dress hiked up, her perfect blonde body now sporting a seven-inch cock that poked proudly out in front of her, thick and fully erect. Her clear blue eyes twinkled with amusement as she bobbed her hips with a little thrust. Both girls watched it bounce in the air. Mikala was torn between horror and wonder. Was Amy going to shove that giant thing inside of her tiny pussy? Would it even fit? It looked so huge to Mikala. The smirk that spread across Amy’s face as she watched Mikala’s eyes widen suggested that she was going to try. Mikala squirmed and quivered trying to escape, but she was still held firmly in place by Amy’s iron grip.
“Whoa, hey…” she said. “I uh, I’m not sure we need to go there, Amy…”
Amy’s eyes shined. “Second thoughts, little slut? Don’t worry. I promise your pussy can take it. You’ll see. Who told you you could move, anyway?” She gave a little growl and twisted Mikala’s arm, forcing her to straighten out. Her face pushed back against the pillow. Mikala couldn’t see Amy at all now, but she could feel her leaning in, pressing her arm down against the small of her back to force Mikala’s bottom to tilt up. Panic shot through Mikala and she slammed her thighs tight, locking them shut with all the force her little body could muster. Amy was just playing, just threatening her, right? She couldn’t possibly mean to actually fuck her like this...
Mikala felt Amy’s firmly insistent knee push against the back of her locked thighs as the smooth skin of Amy’s new cock rubbed against the outside of Mikala’s leg. “Mmmm… you have such soft, supple legs,” Amy said, her voice straining with what sounded like poorly-concealed lust, now. Her free hand rubbed against Mikala’s tensed ass, stroking it softly as she played with the helpless girl.
“Amy?” Mikala squeaked. “Amy… you’re not really going to…”
Amy cut her off by forcing her thighs apart with a sudden push of her knee, prompting a squeal from Mikala. Her legs shuddered as she tried to squeeze them back together, and she bucked against Amy, but Amy just kept her knee where it was and forced Mikala back down. It was impossible! Amy was twice as strong as Mikala, easily. Now Mikala was really getting worried. She wriggled and squirmed and fought to try and get away, but Amy just laughed and kicked Mikala’s legs further apart with a quick knock of her knee against either thigh. Mikala lost her footing and felt her stomach slide down flat against the mattress. Her panic intensified. Her legs were splayed wide and her pussy felt cool in the open air.
“Amy?” cried Mikala desperately. “Amy, you’re just teaching me a lesson, right? Right? Lesson over? Amy?”
“Oh man,” groaned Amy. “Yeah, I was, but damn… you’re such a hot little slut. And the thing about giving yourself a virtnet cock…” Mikala felt the thick, warm length of it bouncing in the air again, slapping between her legs and against her pussy. “...is that you need to use it as badly as a boy does…”
Savagely Swapped (Book 1 of Gender Swapped by the Witch Queen)
The powerful warrior-king Azlato gets a taste of his own pleasure tents from an unusually feminine perspective when he crosses the wrong woman!
Azlato, the most powerful chieftan of the grassland people, is used to having his way with women. With each conquest of a neighboring tribe, he selects the most beautiful female captives to serve his men in their pleasure tents and delights in their subjugation.
When the gorgeous queen of a newly conquered tribe warns Azlato that she won't stand for her people to be used like this, he mocks and ignores her. To punish him, she gives him a taste of his own medicine by swapping bodies with him and sending Azlato to his pleasure tents in her body!
Now Azlato is seeing the world from a whole new perspective. Can he adjust to his new life as a nubile pleasure maiden and escape the witch's curse before the enchantment becomes permanent?
An excerpt from Savagely Swapped, Book 1 of Gender Swapped by the Witch Queen:
I had had enough of the witch’s parlor
tricks. It was time for me to take her to my tent and break her to my will by the sheer force of my animal magnetism. But first, I would need to rob her of her confidence, lest she set an example for the other women.
“Jeriah—” I said. “Strip her. I wish to inspect my goods.”
Jeriah reached for her tightly bound chest, eager to rip the dress off the nubile woman, but then hesitated. “Azlato… what if she possesses sorcery we have not seen before? Perhaps we should rob her of her voice.” I considered his words. He made a good point. We had silence powder, common for subduing captured warlocks. I’d never had to use it on a witch before, as pitiful as their magic usually was. But then I entertained the idea of having my way with a completely silent woman, and my cock swelled a third time, nearly bursting out.
“I am unafraid of her magic,” I said, “But yes. Bring the silence powder. It could be quite fun to play with her using it. Just go and place it in my chamber. I’ll take her there and use it after everyone gets a good look at her.” I grinned at her, making sure that she understood what it was I meant. I loved humiliating the women like this, letting my men leer at them in their nakedness. It made their later decisions so much easier.
She stared at me sullenly. “So be it,” she said. “You have made a most foolish choice.”
I was hardly listening to her, imagining what it would feel like to run my tongue all over her ravishing body. I wondered again what her nipples looked like, beneath that tightly bound heaving bosom, and pictured my long, throbbing cock penetrating her tight, wet pussy.
She started muttering under her breath again as Jeriah left to fetch the powder, and my other men took his place to hold her tightly.
The smoke of the fire had started filling the tent with the rich scent of the incense our medicine men burned in it, and my eyes watered as the pungent aroma floated over to me. My head swam suddenly, a brief dizzy spell. I raised a hand to my head and took a step away from the beautiful witch, trying to steady myself. The woman’s chanting had grown louder and more rhythmic. She was trying to intimidate me, no doubt, but her silly tricks weren’t frightening to me. I shook my head, trying to clear away growing cobwebs. Had I had too much to drink?
Something was wrong. “Jeriah…” I called, but my vision was beginning to black out. Stars flashed before my eyes, suddenly, and I was dazed and disoriented. I shakily stared at the ground in front of me, willing everything to come back into focus. I felt weird, and it was like the whole room had shifted somehow in a way I couldn’t explain. My vision hadn’t yet returned all the way, and I wobbled unsteadily on my feet.
I tried to raise a hand to my head again, but my wrists snapped against a leather strap that seemed to be tied to my feet. I growled. That bitch of a witch! Had she magicked some bindings onto me somehow? I flexed my impressive muscles to snap easily through the bindings as I’d done a dozen times before when fools tried to capture me, but they hardly gave at all, no matter how hard I strained. Shocked, I pulled harder at them, but still in vain. What mystical material was this that it could withstand the might of the most powerful man of the plains people?
I heard scattered laughter around me, and someone hooted, “Look at her struggle, Azlato. She’s sure lost her nerve.”
“No doubt because she finally understands how serious things have gotten, now,” I heard someone else say. Someone with my voice. What was happening?
My vision started to clear, finally, and the first thing that swam into focus was an enormous pair of breasts directly in my downward-facing field of vision, tightly bound in strips of woven cloth. I was momentarily excited, until I realized the breasts were pointed the wrong direction — facing out from me. These were… these breasts appeared to be my breasts. I now looked around and realized a few other bizarre details. Like, for example, my elbows were firmly held in place by the rough hands of my own men, and my hands and feet were indeed hobbled by leather thongs. Plain leather.
As I studied my slender arms and legs with growing horror, it occurred to me that the reason my powerful physique couldn’t burst through the bindings because I didn’t have a powerful physique anymore. I snapped my gaze up and saw an image I normally only saw in the polished sheen of a mirror: My own face, grinning at me with an expression of excitement and smug satisfaction. But this was no mirror.
I watched as my old body pointed at me, trapped as I was, and he uttered, “I think it’s time for our little slave to learn her place.” He smiled a secret, horrifying smile at me which carried over the sure and certain knowledge that it was the witch currently piloting my body, just as I was piloting hers. Somehow the bitch of a witch had caused us to swap places!
“Let me go immediately!” I roared. “As your chief, I command it! The witch has swapped places with me and the sorcery must be undone!” The words spilled out of my lips in an unfamiliar tongue and high-pitched, feminine voice that I recognized as Katjaka’s. I cursed myself for underestimating her. Jeriah had been more right than he knew.
No one responded to my commands, at first. My men simply looked at me with expressions of mild amusement. Why would they listen to the feminine commands of a bound woman of our conquest spoils?
“She’s speaking gibberish again,” one them said, leering at me.
“No doubt poor Katjaka has simply exhausted her magical reserves and dropped her language enchantments,” the real Katjaka said from my body’s lips. I realized with a sinking horror that even though I could understand my old language, this body didn’t know how to speak it without magical assistance. A rising panic flared up in me, causing blood to rush to my face and breasts. Not only might I be stuck like this for a while, but I wouldn’t even be able to seek the help of my men. I struggled again at the bonds, to no avail. I was momentarily completely helpless to Katjaka’s whims. She smiled at me again like she knew exactly what I was thinking.
“Now,” Katjaka said, crossing her newly powerful muscles across her chest and stretching my manly legs. “What was I saying? Ah yes. I was busy lecturing you about your place… as a woman. You’re clearly too defiant still, so let me drive the point home again. I’m very insistent on making it.” She gestured at my men. “Release her. I can handle her.”
She walked up and seized the bonds holding my newly slender wrists in place, and I was distracted by the way my bound chest bobbled at the motion. I shrank back from her, wiggling my hips and still struggling at the bonds, but she held my wrists tightly and easily with a single, muscled arm.
“Let me repeat my words again,” she told me, a wicked glint in her eye. “You are a woman. It is unfortunate for you that the gods cast you in such a soft, delightful form, made for the pleasure of men, but you must learn your place in this world. You are mine, and you will spend the rest of your days serving me and these men around me as your rightful superiors.”
I gulped unhappily, my legendary courage failing me for the first time in my life. It wasn’t nearly as fun hearing those words spoken to me as it was to speak them to the thousands of women I’d ordered around at my pleasure.
“And I will take such delight in your instruction,” she murmured, leaning close and staring into my eyes.
Books by Alyson Belle
Standalone Books
Caught in Panties
Forbidden Flirtations
Swapped at Burning Man
Summer Loving
Swapped and Popped
Soul Swapped
Exchanji
Fantasy Swapped Online
Fantasy Swap Online (Book 1)
Pleasure Bound (Book 2)
Dragon Lady (Book 3)
Gamer Guy to Girl
Naughty Gamer Swap (Book 1)
The Virtnet Chronicles
Slipping In (Book 1)
Going Deep (Book 2)
Losing It (Book 3)
Trading Up (Book 4)
VR Gender Swap: The Complete Virtnet Chronicles
His Executive Gender Swap
Corporate Playth
ing (Book 1)
People Pleaser (Book 2)
Executive Suite (Book 3)
Gender Swapped by the Witch Queen
Savagely Swapped (Book 1)
Pleasure Maiden (Book 2)
Dark Desires (Book 3)
Jungle Heat (Book 4)
Gender Swapped SciFi
Space Swapped (Book 1)
Preggers in Space (Book 2)
Cosmic Harem (Book 3)
Space Babe Forever (Book 4)
Gender Swapped Coeds
Sorority Daze
Holiday Gender Swaps
Witch Switch
Christmas Swap
Swapped and Fertile
Reluctant Mama
Bad Daddy
About the Author
Alyson Belle has had a passion for transformation and body swap stories for as long as she can remember. An avid early reader of TG captions, she particularly enjoys themes and story elements revolving around magical transformations, being stuck, and mild punishment, although she also loves a sweet happy ending where characters who’ve learned their lesson get their happily ever after. She now delights in sharing her passion with the world by writing some of the sexiest stories around, exclusively for your enjoyment.
You can see more of Alyson Belle’s work, get in touch, and follow her blog on AlysonBelle.com.
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