Standing before the two rebels was a young woman. Both rebels gaped at her, as she was the most beautiful woman they had ever seen. She had a perfect hourglass shape, with a juicy ass and generous bust. Her skin was smooth and pale as alabaster, her long, shiny red hair cascaded down her back in gentle curls. Her large, gray eyes shone in her lovely face, above her perky nose and plump, rosy lips. She wore the uniform of a favorite concubine: a mid-length skirt and long-sleeved crop top made of completely sheer gold thread, so her white panties and matching strapless bra could be seen.
“Well, well, well,” sneered one of the rebels. “Looks like we found the prince’s favorite concubine!” The rebels approached the concubine. “What’s your name, whore?” The concubine, who was what Jasper had transformed into, panicked for a moment. She had no need to. The answer came without her needing to think.
“Janessa,” she replied. Part of her was relieved. Anya’s spell had thought ahead to give her a false name. “Please, just…let me go.”
“Hmm.” The rebels looked at each other. Jasper, or rather Janessa, was unnerved by their leery expressions. “We will.”
“You will?” Janessa said eagerly.
“Yes,” said the second rebel. He grinned. “But first, you need to give us a bit of a demonstration.”
“A…demonstration?”
“Wow, it’s true what they say. Concubines only know fucking and looking pretty.” The first rebel knocked his knuckles lightly on Janessa’s head. “You do not have any smarts in anything else.”
“Show us what you do every day with the prince,” the second rebel said. He pulled down his pants and undergarments, exposing his cock, which was already standing at attention. “But do it with us, instead.”
“I…”
“Look, we will have our way with you no matter what,” said the first rebel. “But if you go along with it, we will let you go after.” Janessa reached for her amulet. She could try to use it. Clearly, it worked. But it would only transform one of the men at a time, and in the time it took to transform the second, he could easily kill her. Janessa swallowed.
“All right,” she whispered. The second rebel needed no further invitation. He ripped off Janessa’s clothes, leaving her fully nude, then slammed her against the wall, shoving his manhood into her womanhood with such force that Janessa was surprised he didn’t tear something.
“Come on, bitch, don’t just lay there,” the second rebel grunted. Some sort of hidden muscle memory, likely put in Janessa through the spell, took over. Janessa began to slide up and down the rebel’s shaft, sexy, husky moans exiting her perfect mouth. The rebel smirked. “That’s more like it!” He continued to thrust forcefully into her while she caressed his body with her slender hands. Soon, she felt his cock twitch inside her and he came, shooting a load deep into her. He removed himself from her, leaving her panting as she leaned against the wall. “She’s all yours, Francis.”
“Thanks for warming her up for me, Boris,” said the first rebel, apparently named Francis. He grabbed Janessa and threw her to the ground. She landed on all fours, skinning her hands and knees. Before she could do or think anything, she felt Francis straddle her. He slowly slid his cock into her pussy. “Give me a show, too.” Janessa felt compelled to comply. She moaned sexily as she bucked her hips and tossed her hair. In a much shorter time than it took Boris, Francis came, shooting an even larger load than his compatriot.
As Francis extracted himself from her, Janessa lay on the floor, exhausted and humiliated, but relieved to have successfully won her way out of the palace.