This choice: Pretend to accept then make a run for it when others aren't watching. • Go Back... "One last night can't be too risky." you agree, she talks reassuringly about how you will enjoy the evening and how the thrill will enhance your perception of sexuality.
But, you can't risk being stuck here, if you miss your exit, you don't know what will happen. Being a winner here with your own harem is nice but circumstances can change very quickly. Terrified by the thought of being stuck in this virtual reality world you bolt for the door.
The Whip mistress, cracks her whip before you reach the door, as it tangles around your ankles you fall to the floor, cracking your head quite badly. "Such a cowardly act, John. This is beneath a macho adventurer like yourself." She shakes her head in disappointment.
She advances on you with a triumphant but sad look on her face. "You can't just run away in a brothel. There are magics in place to ensure that people pay for the services, and don't just jump out the window, or charge out the door." She reaches down and unties your ankles. After helping you up, she puts her hand on your shoulder and walks you to one of the rooms at the end of the corridor, you still feel a little slow witted and take a seat. "I'll get you a glass over water" she says solicitously.
You look around the room, which is rather plainly decorated, and gather your thoughts. You find your hair is getting in front of your eyes and flick it behind your ear.
When the whip mistress returns, she passes you the water, and kneels down beside you. After a quick refreshing swallow you admit your nerves got the better of you, but you'd love to spend the night satisfying the ladies.
"Oh. No, you can't now. You are one of the ladies now." she explains. "Hadn't you noticed?" As if waking up you start to pay attention to your body properly.
"Shit" you realise that not only are you a woman, you are dressed in the standard whore outfit, and see the tattoo on your thigh, showing Ameera as your whip mistress. "I am no slave." you yell. "I am a man, a great adventurer, a customer of this brothel."
"No my dear." she interrupts quietly "You are a girl to be paid and fucked." A smile crosses her face "Since it took you so long to realise that you were one of MY girls, it might not be permanent."
Your hopes rise, but she continues "The magic makes those that avoid paying into my submissive girls permanently. Maybe as yours was a free gift it will end."
She cracks her whip, and repeats that for the moment you are a girl, in her brothel and you will serve. She licks your ear erotically, and you instantly become aware of how tight your nipples feel, and a damp need grows in your belly. "Oh ho, you are an eager girl." She has one of her eunuchs escort you to your work room for the night.
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