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You were receiving a rather nasty guest tonight, an agent of sorts representing some no-name group looking to buy up your family’s property because it sat right atop a concentration of precious ores they were hoping to exploit.
While you had every intent to reject their offer, word on the street was that they usually resorted to underhanded tactics to get their way, even if it meant they had to use fatal methods to get what they wanted. Utterly despicable.
But while you knew the risks, you weren’t just going to lay over for these thugs to trample over. A trap weeks in the making already laid out nicely for the unwitting goon who was sure to come in thinking he already had the upper hand. And as the doors swung open with the kindly young maid letting the dapper young man in, you greeted him with a knowing smile on your face as you sat him down on the couch before taking a seat.
“Let’s get down to business then, I assume you already know why I’m here, yes?” Smirking, you tell him that you’ve already accepted the ‘application’ for a transfer here at the manor, Watching closely as his imposing frame begins to shrink away beneath his coat, pale skin darkening slowly as muscle beneath fades away.
“I’m sorry but come again? Do take this seriously Sir, I can guarantee you my benefactors will be more than willing to make this deal worth your time…” You could hear the man’s voice begin to crack as the bulge in his neck fades away, already short enough to look him comfortably in the eyes as he continues to change, oblivious to how exposed he was as the last bits of his coat shrivels away, the body beneath no longer that of a trained thug with creamy layers of fat coated in oily tanned skin free of hair, muscular legs resisting for a moment before giving way to sculpted pillars lined with succulent fat and firm flesh as his jeans begin to unwind.
Keeping your eyes trained on him as you notice sweat begin to bead his wrinkle free forehead, you tell him his Masters weren’t lying when they told you he was a fine piece of ass worth every single penny. Smirking as you watch his eyes cloud in confusion, the start of the mental changes occurring as his brow furrows, shaking his head as waves of dirty blonde hair fall down around his feminizing visage, lips plumping up into soft cushions as his nose snaps into a cute button, foxy eyes blinking into existence as metal studs pierce his ears. Years of military training fading away for more raunchy self-taught lessons on how best to please a man after years of working the streets of the red light district in the slums. Callused hands with battle scars rippling away until only a dexterous pair of dainty hands that only ever knew how to hold a man’s dick remained.
“T-That can’t be right…Master? They wouldn't? you did something to me…why can’t I remember stuff right?” Laughing theatrically for effect as the former thug begins to lose his composure against the weakness in his limbs and the irritating haze in his mind making it hard to gather his thoughts. You tell the fading man that you had paid good money for her, listing her various assets as you watch each word reflect in the thug's unrecognizable body. With a face ‘so perfect’ it could capture the hearts of any who looked upon her, perky set of tits as ’firm and filled as silicon fakes’ blooming from his wimpy chest while ‘perfect handlebars’ snap forth, accentuating his hourglass figure nicely as his back curves inward, pushing her up a couple inches as you describe her ‘insatiable lust, fuelled by a hungry snatch so perfectly trained it could fit the girth of any man she slept with’, causing her dwindling manhood to retreat back inside a sputtering gash as her butt plumps up into a large peachy rump. Grinning as you watch your newest slave take shape before you with a dazed look on her face, the crimson light of your magic shining in her empty eyes with all traces of the gangster that had set foot in your study mere seconds ago eliminated from the buxom wench lying limp on the couch as you say her name, claiming ownership over the newborn babe as her eyes fill with undying loyalty to you with her new identity taking ahold within her.
Raising her hands over her head as a raunchy set of nightwear themed after a french maid materializes over her with purple sparks, Viola pushes aside her impressive fringe with a gentle stroke, masking one side of her foxy face as she runs a lithe tongue over her lips, thrusting out her hips in an effort to display her nubile body to you; her newest Master with nothing on her mind but doing her utmost to ensure you were satisfied at all times. And as the man who had essentially liberated her by buying her freedom from black market slavers, she was more than happy to do so.
“Good evening Master, shall we begin? I haven’t felt your touch in so long~” More than happy to oblige your girl, you begin to unrobe, eyeing up her attractive body coated in glossy chocolate colored skin as you approached her before locking lips while squeezing hard on a breast, feeling her moan into you as her stupefied eyes roll back up into her head. With the blood of sorcerers flowing within you, you were more than welcome at the idea of having more thugs thrown at you if it meant more amazing girls to add to your ranks. Although Viola here would hold a special position in the harem you had planned as the first to take her place by your side…
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Just a short side cap for the night.
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