He held a riding crop at his side as he approached her."I bet you have an itch you just can't scratch now don't you, slave 1?"Amanda gave the Master a...scowl.Ray went over to the dresser and picked up the vibrator he had used earlier and coated it with some more of that infernal gel. Turning it on, he left it resting between her legs, its buzzing tip teasing at her swollen lips."Now, slave, I can help you with that if you want or I can just leave you be, letting that itch drive you to the nut. Her two meaty hands dived into the butchers’ apron, tied about her considerable girth. He would have gulped if he had been able to when she about-faced and squatted down on the ground to cut some of the long stalks down. Before they left, the crofter set about pushing back in the straw that had fallen to the ground, hitching up the listing kilt, and flicking some of the dried lumps of horseshit from the front of the pink monstrosity. Every week they came back, gathering more of the little. My hands and forearms are before me, propping my upper body away fromthe floor. The limbs are long and thin, forearms as slender anddelicate as my new hands.These are woman's arms - girl's arms. No one would look at these limbsand believe for a second I'm a male in disguise. The Priest King'sprocess has transformed me completely.I now have skin that is smooth and hairless - a girl's skin.The new female fingers I am looking at lack the grip and strength towield a warrior's sword, but their soft. )Your family was one of the few to have had three of its members elected Emperor by the 27 electoral princes of the nation. Those three powerful archmages had ruled with wisdom in their time making the name of Ashcroft a respected one. The throne was not hereditary, the founders of the Empire had ruled that no child of an emperor could succeed him or her. This system kept balance and stopped humanity to do solve once again into waring tribes.How low had you fallen.It all started with the.