There was a small wood about five hundred yards in front of me. I found a worn track leading to it. I followed the track and as I closed in, there sud...enly appeared a man, dressed in similar garb. He had no gold decoration on his coat, and his hat was more of a cap. He did not have a sword, but held a curious thing. It was made of wood and metal, the metal part being a long cylindrical affair. I wondered about it as I approached."Halt, who goes there," the man shouted. "Friend or foe?" Friend". I was dressed in a pinkish night dress which ended just below my waist. I felt the smooth skin on my tummy, and I felt the massive rise of my breasts. I moved my hands down my smooth hair. I turned around and caressed my cute bubble butt in the mirror. This was amazing, and scary. What did this mean? Was Evelyn in my body now? All this was so overwhelming I walked out of my room just to see if the rest of the world was normal. I walked down the staircase and into the dining hall; my parents. Not that I had ever been with anybody else that mattered. Our breaths grew shallower by the second, as he was not giving either of us time to breathe. His hands played at the hemline of my shirt, while mine traveled up his neck and knotted themselves in his hair. His surprisingly soft fingertips traced the outline of my body under my shirt. In the blink of an eye, he pulled back and had it off and thrown somewhere on the ground beside our feet. He stopped for a moment and admired every inch. James pointed his laser pointer at the image and spun it in a small circle between the two red welts which were now visible on the slave’s ass cheeks. “Exactly two centimeters between the stripes,” he said quickly.The third strike came exactly fifteen seconds after the second. And once again it was exactly two centimeters from the previous strike.The two security men cranked the bench back up to level and removed the stocks and restraints which held the slave in place. They then supported her.