Emma was getting used to life in the city. She still didn't know much about it, but after the first week she was let out of her room to start her new duties, which apparently consisted of walking around the temples cleaning various statues. While she had initially balked at this (despite her new status as a slave/slut she still retained some dignity) she soon realized after the first day on the job that it was merely at excuse for her to parade her considerable charms in front of the men working around the temples.
And what men they were. It seemed that virtually every man in the city was hewn from the same building block of muscled perfection that characterized her captors. They were all tall, strong (she had seen one lift a marble pillar with one hand) possessed of rugged handsome good looks, and, she was to discover to her delight, very virile.
The part of Emma that was still rational, that was still the thinking, planning and leading White Queen wondered about a great many things. Who built the city? Who ran it? How come there was so many men, but so few women? Why were all the women slavegirls? Why of all the slavegirls did only she have such ridiculous proportions? (she theorized it was because she came from Earth, the rest of the girls were pretty enough but not built like her) What were the temples for? However, that part was dwarfed by the part of her who was enjoying getting her brains fucked out regularly.
And it was pretty regular. Each day began the same way...she would don her uniform, an assortment of strategically placed leather straps and cloth that did more to highlight her assets than conceal them, get a washcloth and then walk out to the temple grounds. She would pretend to start washing, but in reality simply jiggle her mountainous boobs, shake her ample ass and give each passing man come-hither looks until one of them came over and fucked her. Often in broad daylight, in front of everyone to see. Which often led to more than one man coming to join the party. They would come in her face, in her mouth, in her snatch and in her ass, then, dripping cum and smiling, she would head to the baths to clean up, and then come back to do the same thing (with breaks for mealtimes of course) How many times a day she had sex, she couldn't recall...but it was a lot.
She tried, she really did. She tried to think of a way out, (although most of her mind didn't really want to) she tried to use her powers on the men and women of the city (and failed miserably) she tried to think of something besides sex - hot, sweaty, steamy wild sex, on the steps of the temples, against the marble pillars, on the floors, along the walls. Erect cocks plowing her willing snatch. Being forced to her knees (and loving it) and servicing a worker's member, licking and sucking until it shot a fountain of creamy sperm into her mouth. Bouncing on top of a guardsman, moaning in pleasure as his penis rubbed her in all the right places.
But it was all for naught. It was just so easy to go with the flow, to succumb to thoughts of copulation with every musclebound stud that came by. It didn't help that her body's changes added to it as well. She had been unable to really gauge how much she had changed on the caravan (mainly because of the lack of a mirror and all the sex she had been having) but after the first week in the city she had realized that not only had her thoughts become utterly lascivious in nature, her body had kindled with a seemingly unquenchable desire to be ravished again and again, as hard and fast as possible.
To say nothing of her boobs. They were now the size of small watermelons, with areolae like saucers. They stuck out from her chest obscenely, swaying every which way when she walked and seemingly defying gravity despite their huge size. Her behind curved outwards in a perfect bubble shape, flexing rhythmically in motion. Her hair had stopped growing past her shoulders, but it was impossibly big and full, spilling over the tops of her melons and pooling the in middle. Her hips had widened so much that she could not help but sway sideways while walking, causing her tits and ass to shake seductively. And even her eyelashes had grown denser and blacker, her lips fuller and pursued outwards in an almost permanent pout.
Passing by a pool one day, she took a good look at herself and realized that while she was back on Earth she was a stunner, after a while in this world she looked like a pornstar crossed with a model and now...now she looked like she was built for sex.
So things continued in this vein for a while, and the erstwhile Emma lost count of the time passing until one day, flat on the temple grounds with her ginormous boobs pressed into the earth as she being fucked doggy-style, she saw a familiar figure walk past.
"...Psylocke?"
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