Eventually, both the orgasms and the transformation came to an end, and Jim fell to the floor utterly exhausted. Laying there, trying to regain his breath, Jim mentally took stock of herself. For some reason, she had expected to lose her memories and her will when the spell had been cast on her by Marlak.
Marlak!!
With the thought of his name, Jim opened her eyes and glanced about the tent.
There! He was standing right in front of her. The handsome, gorgeous, sexy, stupendous, sexy hunk of manhood was right there in front of her.
"Oh my God, he's looking at me! he notices me! Oh no, he doesn't look happy. Why isn't he happy? All I want to do is make him happy. Shit, I know, I'm just laying here! Why the fuck am I just laying here." In the fraction of a second it took for these thoughts to course through her mind, Jim, all exhaustion overcome by a surge of adrenaline, immediatley got up from the ground and stood, back arched, breasts outthrust, presenting herself to Marlak. For some reason, she realized he wanted her to do this, rather than adopt the more traditional kneeling kajira position. All her attention focused on the dominating figure in front of her, she sensed rather than saw Rick going through the same motions beside her. The two girls stood, waiting for Marlak to address them.
"So sluts, do you remember who you were and how you came to be here? Let the blonde answer first."
Jim, after a quick check to make sure her hair was still blonde, replied, "Master, I was a man named Jim, from earth. I came to Gor . . ."
Soon she completed her tale, and Rick did the same. marlak seemed unsurprised at the fact they were male, muttering something about this happening all too often recently.
When Marlak then asked if either wished to be returned to earth, in either male or female form, Jim answered for the pair saying, "No Master, for then we woul dnot be able to be with you, serving you, pleasing you, giving you our bodies and our love. Please, do what you wish with us, but if you have mercy allow us to remain with you. We cannot live without you."
Marlak smiled at his work. In some ways he preferred this type of slave. Their obedience came not by wiping their minds and filling their empty heads with kajira training, but from the fact that their priorities shifted. These two now could think o fnothing they'd rather do than be his lovers, no matter what that meant for themselves. If he so desired, he could converse with them, or he could leave them bound and gagged for days, and they would acquiese out of their love for him. The best part was that while kajira spells could occasionally be broke, this spell had never failed, and the caster was assured of loving slaves for the rest of his, or their, lives. Now all he had to decide was how to break in his new love slaves.
Sat Nov 13 23:02:23 1999