The Erotic Misadventures of an Alien's Slave.

*** Author's Note and Warning *** This is, believe it or not, a love story. I know, I had no idea when I started it. I wish someone would tell me these things in advance. I never knew I did romance stuff. Amazing what you find out. However, it's also a sci-fi story and, maybe more importantly, a *lust* story,and as such has many adult, bad things in it. We're talking: swearing, violence, s*x, torture, brutality, s*x, adult themes, dark thoughts, s*x, dark actions and, did I mention s*x? What kind you ask? Well, anything I can stuff in. Straight s*x, anal, oral, gay, b**m, NC, violent, watersports and, well, the list goes on. I think you get the idea. On the other hand I like to think it's well written, with, you know, grammar and stuff. It also actually has a story, that is to say, a logical plot which is more than I can say for many on this site. There's none of this 'system' bullshit either. If I wanted to role play I'd break out the D&D, or the leather and whips. Maybe both. Anyway, if you're squeamish , or 'get offended' in any of these areas, I'd leave right now if I were you. *** If you like less extreme action, you can find my more 'tradition' fantasy and other genre books at: https://www.NeilHartleyBooks.com Okay, on with the show. *** I woke up. Yes, not really a great start. I mean, everyone wakes up right? It's pretty much a daily thing. For most beings. However, not everyone is the dictator of four hundred and seven galaxies. I know, it's an odd number, but it's a number and a number is just a number, so f**k off. I realise that Gurgo the Great ruled five hundred and fifteen galaxies, but that was back when galaxies were a lot closer together. Anyway, how many galaxies do you rule eh? Yeah, like I thought, probably not even one. However, I'm kind of skipping ahead. Actually, I'm going back to before my story starts. Confused? Keep reading and maybe you'll catch up. So. This is a story about how I woke up in an entirely different body. I know, nothing unusual right? A night on the town, a trip to a body-tech, it's something we've all done. But not me. I mean, I'm the f*****g ruler of four hundred and seven galaxies. I don't just wander drunk into any body shop. Still, I woke up. Me, someone who's basically been male for about twenty seven thousand years. And I was a young girl. I don't think I'm foreshadowing much when I say this is going to get pretty graphic. I mean, when you wake up you just know something's off right? The clue for me was that I wasn't lying in my sologram airbed surrounded by various slaves. Yeah, not something that's hard to miss really, but I'm not my best first thing. Of course, you know the feel of your body too, even when you get a new one. And this one sure as hell wasn't the middle age male that I went to sleep as. I remember sitting up and swearing, quite a lot. I was cold. I was in a, basically, empty room with white floors, walls and ceiling. There didn't seem to be any door. Not my bedroom back in the grand palace then. Then I looked down. My body was small and young, that much was obvious. It was wearing some kind of tiny bikini thing, which barely covered any flesh. Not that I had much going on down there. Oh, and I was female. Yeah, again I hear you say, 'so what?'. I get it. We've all changed s*x from time to time, even those of us who are direhard same-sexers, but I'm 99% male. Call me old fashioned. Well, I am old fashioned. I've lived longer than some species. "What the f**k!?" I think was my first response. Oh s**t me. I hated my voice right off the bat. It was a little girl's voice. A weak little girl's voice. As ruler of millions of worlds, one thing you don't want to be seen as is weak, and this body was weak, with a weak voice. "Shit." I recognised the species as well. I can't remember their official name, but everyone just calls them 'Elves'. They were incredibly rare, some because they had a long life cycle, low reproductive rate and tended to die easily, but mainly because they were prized in countless galaxies as the ultimate in s****l usage. A young Elf lass that I now appeared to be was probably worth about as much as a medium sized planet, they were that sought after. I only owned three of them myself even! "Oh f**k me," I remember saying. Bad choice of words as it turned out.