“But the Black Veil is not only perilous... it is observant. Appearances matter here. Power must look the part!” As the hooded woman on the screen continued the tale, Toby had to admit he felt pretty powerful right now. Despite the lithe female form he now occupied, clothed in the skimpiest of bikinis barely concealing a pair of heaving breasts, he did hold a giant sword. There was also Steve... His friend, who had started out as a knight, had just rolled a seventeen on the pink lust dice and was now a lingerie clad bride kneeling at Toby's feet, clutching at his legs with one hand while moaning 'My Queen...My Queen!' over and over, her other hand hovering just over the hem of her panties. “And already, you are being watched!” The woman was smirking. “Shapes gather in the distance. Slow. Deliberate. Curious. Creatures of this region know the legends well… and one truth above all: The Demon Queen does not travel with male companions.” Devon glanced at Toby nervously. “A queen with guards invites suspicion. A queen with prisoners invites fear. So before those figures draw close, you must wear the shackles, and be prepared to explain how you were broken.”
“The shackles...” Devon repeated dumbly looking at the pair he had retrieved from the box. “At least they are better than...that!” He stared blankly at Steve, who was now trying to run his tongue up the inside of one of Toby's toned thighs. Fearing similar consequences, Devon quickly slipped the rusted shackles around the huge muscular ankles of his mercenary's body. The ethereal glow returned, this time filling the entire house. When it eventually faded, the hooded woman was in the room with them.
“Excellent!” She smiled, dropping her cloak to reveal she was otherwise completely naked. Toby instinctively looked away, only to find himself staring directly at his friend...or at least what had become of him. Devon, far from the towering hulk he had been, was now a short but curvy woman with floppy blonde hair and thick layered makeup. Her voluptuous body was squeezed by a black leather corset and she shuffled awkwardly in thigh high latex boots that were still clasped together at the ankles by the shackles. A look of panic filled Devon's now pretty face and he blushed hard – the belt fastened around his throat giving his head the effect of a bulging red balloon. “My Dear...” The naked Dungeon Master demanded in an authoritative tone. “Pull up your gloves! You are a prisoner, not a whore!” Devon reached to the tops of the vinyl gloves that had slackened on his arms and hurriedly tried to pull them back over his elbows. “Which reminds me...” The woman continued while picking up a small black and gold dice from the box. “You still need to roll to determine how submissive a prisoner you will be!” She dropped the dice onto one of Devon's gloved hands but it immediately slid off the shiny material to the floor. “Ooops!” She gasped in mock horror. “Twenty!” She licked her lips as Devon's new form seemed to shrink and cower before her. “Now...” She grasped the cat-o-nine-tails and nodded to Toby with the feminised Steve curled around his feet like a kitten and then to the trembling latex clad Devon quivering before her own. “Now the real quest begins. Or maybe I should say...conquest!” The thunder boomed once more and the room glowed with a new intensity as the three friends felt themselves being sucked towards the monitor in the corner of the room.
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