To Trap a Traitor

"Come along, girl, before I wring your neck!" the man growled.

"Fool!" Gregor gasped and raised his fist high above his head. He brought them down with all his might right into the brute's leering face. The attacker staggered back, but didn't let go. Gregor winced as pain shot up from his delicate hand. He flailed uselessly as the thug heaved him against the stone wall, driving the breath from his body.

"That'll teach you," the attacker hissed. Stunned, Gregor could only gasp as the man threw him down and neatly tied his wrists behind his back. He'd never been bested so quickly or so completely. He grit his teeth as a strip of cloth was ripped from his nightgown and shoved down his throat. He kicked and he thrashed, but the man sat firmly down on his backside as he tied Gregor's slim ankles with a short length of rope.

His body was light and agile, but he not nearly as powerful. Dread filled his belly, and he fought tears as the man heaved him up and threw him over his shoulder. He had a woman's body now, and he needed to remember that, find a way to compensate.

"She's a fiesty one, Boss," another voice grumbled.

"I'll take care of that," the man patted Gregor's plump bottom before taking a fistful of his long, dark hair. He pulled Gregor's head, straining his neck. "Can't have you causing a fuss!" With a swift motion, he brought his fist down, slamming into the transformed knight's temple. The room seemed to spin, and then went black.

***

"Well, well, if it isn't Alaric's little tart," the slender man sneered down at Gregor. He had a sharp face and sharper eyes. Those dark eyes seem to cut the filthy, torn nightgown barely clinging to the knight's slender, feminine body. Three days tied like a feast day pig and stuffed into a large wooden chest had taken its toll. Still, he was a sworn knight of the realm and best act like it.

"Duke Kraith, I should have known a swine such as you was behind this treachery!" he spat. He rubbed his wrists and ankles, wishing they had more strength in them so he could strangle the nobleman right there.

"No please, Your Majesty, do try to be agreeable? You'll find my charms easy enough to get used to, once your dear husband's crown rests upon my head!" he stroked Gregor's soft cheek with a gloved hand. The knight recoiled, slapping the duke across the jaw hard enough to send him reeling.

"Touch me again and I'll slice off your man parts and feed them to the carp in the moat!" Gregor snarled.

"You stupid little bitch!" the rat-faced duke recovered quickly. He wiped his chin before raising it high, prepared to bank hand his queen.

"Go ahead, strike me," Gregor said cooly. His hand throbbed, but he raised his chin in defiance. If he could just get a hold of a sword!

"You'd like that, wouldn't you?" Kraith snorted and lowered his hand. "But no. I will have you intact, at least until Alaric sends your bounty. He will empty his coffers and fill my own at the same time. The king will be defenseless when seize the throne out from under him!"

"It will never work, Duke," Gregor spat. "I'll kill you myself before then!"

"I would change your tone, were I you, Esonia. You are quite beatiful, for the sake of continuity, I intend to wed you myself once Alaric rots in the grave." He leered at Gregor, his narrow lips twisting in his trim little beard. Gregor wanted to vomit.

"Never!"

"Perhaps. Guards, take her to the baths. Make sure she is clean and well fed. After that, send her to the dungeon I've prepared. Perhaps a night in a cell will make her more compliant?"

"Don't count on it, traitor!" Gregor spat. The guards, two beefy men clad head to toe in mail but otherwise unarmed, grabbed him by his arms and hauled him off. Gregor saved his words, and his strength. Perhaps he'd been too forceful with the duke. It would be better they think of him as some pampered noble woman too frightened and weak to even try to escape.

"Please, good man, where are you taking me?" he asked in the smallest, softest voice he could manage. It sound like honey on his own ears.

"Just be quiet now," one said gruffly as they carried him along. His slippered toes barely touched the stone floors.

"We don't mean to harm you, my lady. But you shouldn't make a fuss. The duke gets mean when he's angry," the other added, not unkindly. Gregor suppressed a growl. How dare the guard try to soothe him, as if he wasn't a powerful warrior himself. He sighed deeply. At the moment, he was no such thing.

The guards brought him to a steamy bath, and thankfully, guarded the door while a trio of maids rushed to him and quickly striped him of his soiled nightgown. They guided him into a big copper bath, filled nearly to overflowing with hot, soapy water. He sighed as the aches of his rough journey began to melt from his long, slender limbs.

"I could get used to this," he sighed as one maid scrubbed his feet where he'd propped them at the edge of the bath, and another lathered his luxurious brown hair.

"Her Majesty is too kind," the serving girl at his feet blushed. Gregor smiled at her. She was a cute little thing, blonde, and if a little plump, it was in all the right places. If he were in his own body, he'd be ready to take her then and there. He frowned, his cock was gone, as were his balls. The frustration of it was almost too much to bear.

"Hurry up. I need my dinner and some rest in a bed," he growled. He was surprised at how quickly and efficiently they moved. They had him washed and dried in moments and even brushed out his long brown hair, making it seem to shine. Once dry they presented him with new slippers and a simple gown, both red trimmed in black, Duke Kraith's colors. He felt like a traitor wearing them. It was worse even than wearing a dress to begin with!

The garment was longer than the nightgown, and Gregor found himself tripping over it as he was led to his cell. How did women ever walk in the damned things? He thought about making his move then and there, but thought better of it. The cell was small and clean. Beside the little bed sat a stool, and on that stool a plate of meat and roasted vegetables still steaming from the kitchens. He needed rest and food if he was going to have any chance of overpowering grown men. He cursed his new body as he walked into the cell.

The clank of the metal bars locking shut behind him made him cringe. He was trapped, certain enough. In more ways than one.

***

Five days passed, and Gregor was growing increasingly bored. He'd hoped the guards would come and lead him to the baths again, but instead he stayed locked in his cozy little cage. They brought him plenty of food and wine, and every day a big steaming basin of soapy water and a sponge to cleanse himself, but they never let him out. The duke seemed to have an endless supply of shifts and gowns in his own colors, and every day found Gregor pulling yet another frilly, silky dress over her his curvaceous feminine body. If it weren't so humiliating, he would have admitted that the soft fabric felt a good deal nicer than his usual wool and leather.

Kraith visited him, at first. He leered and postured, and offered to let Esonia keep the crown, but after the second day, he'd stopped even that. Perhaps he'd grown weary of wiping Gregor's spit from his beard. The knight, meanwhile, ate every scrap of food they brought him, and requested even more. He had no intention in growing fat, but he needed the energy. With no books or company, he filled his days with the calesthenics he'd been taught to build strength and speed.

"Amazing," he grinned as he hopped to his feet on the evening of his fifth night in Kraith's castle. He had only managed to build a little strength, but Esonia's body was incredibly lithe and agile. Never a brute fighter, he began to see how he could use his increased grace and quikness to his advantage. He pulled his sweat-soaked shift over his head and dutifully bathed himself with the warm, soapy sponge the guards had left for him.

"I bet I could out-maneuver any swordsman I faced," he said softly as he washed his full breasts. He was getting used to them now. At first the generous swells of soft flesh had seemed a hinderance to his motions. He supposed it was possible to get used to anything, given enough time. He shivered as the rough sponge rubbed against his nipple. The little pink nub hardened at the sensation.

"This isn't right," he whispered as he continued to touch and explore. He dropped the sponge into the bowl and quickly dried himself off. It wasn't like before, in the queen's bedchamber, when it was his reflection that had him aroused. He wasn't lusting after the queen's body. He was enjoying the feeling of being in her skin. He threw himself onto his soft, down-filled cot and squeezed his eyes shut. One good sleep and he'd have to find a way to escape on the morrow.

He spread his long limbs under the soft blankets and a soft moan escaped his plump lips. His voice was throaty, like the purring of a kitten. He was sexy, and he knew it. He touched his breasts again, teasing the rosy points with his soft fingers. The pleasure of the touch thrilled him, and his hands moved even lower. He gasped as he explored his new female sex. He had what every man lusted for, down there. He'd seen the way the guards looked at him, when they brought him his food and clothes and his bath. They wanted him. They wanted to touch him. To taste him.

"Gods!" he shuddered as his fingers found his sensitive little clit. His eyes flew open as pleasure unlike anything he'd ever felt jolted his slinky body. He thrashed under the blankets, his slender toes curling in the sheets. His nimble fingers found those most sensitive spots betweeny his shapely thighs, and as one orgasm flowed into the next, he knew just how he was going to escape come morning!

***

"Guard, please come here," Gregor did his best to coo seductively. He leaned against the iron bars of his cell as he smiled out into the hallway. His voice was as smooth as finest satin, and in moments, not one, but two burly guards stepped around the corner. He'd put on his white, silken shift. The low-cut garment clung to his every curve and revealed most of his shapey legs. He licked his lips at the men. They weren't armored, wearing only studded leather waistcoats over their tunics and breeches. Each had a simple sword and a short club hanging from his belt.

"What do you want, my lady?" one of them gulped nervously. The other smirked, his dark eyes feasting on Gregor's luscious body.

"I've been in here so long," Gregor did his best to whine. His blue eyes locked on the lustier of the two guards and he licked his lips. "So long without a man to keep me company."

"Hear that, Rek?" the dark one nudged his younger companion. "I told you those noble women were all sluts!"

"But, but, she's a queen!" the young one gasped.

"A queen is just a woman," Gregor purred. He should have been disgusted. But it actually was quite fun seducing these men.

"That she is," the dark one growled, unbuckling his belt. It fell to the stone floor with a clank. "A might saucy one too!"

"We could be hanged for this, Nome!" the younger one blushed deep red. Gregor turned his eyes to his youthful face and smiled.

"I think he's afraid I'll ruin his innocence," he giggled, then looked at the darker one. "Not yours though, Nome, is it?"

"Nope. Not a scrap of that!" the rough guard laughed.

"Good! What do you two boys say? I'd hate to choose between you. Is it greedy if I..." Gregor paused and bit the tip of his finger coquettishly. "If I ask for both of you?"

"What a slut!" Nome snorted. He pulled down his breeches with a rough hand and pawed at his manhood. Gregor had never been a big man, down below, though most women had seemed pleased well enough. The guard's cock was long and thick, the dark skin pulsing with veins as he twisted it to life in his heavy, callused hand.

"Someone is ready for me!" Gregor gasped. He'd seen other men nude before, of course. Never in this state, however, or in this context. He studied the man's cock through the bars, expecting a wave a revulsion to hit him any moment. It never came.

"Come on, Rek, draw your weapon!" Nome laughed and clapped the younger man on the back. "You'll only get to shag a queen once in your life, I reckon!"

"Please, Rek? I want both of you so badly!" Gregor said, and blushed to his toes as the words left his mouth. He took a deep breath. He was acting. Just acting.

"Gods, you're probably right, Nome," the younger Rek said as he too, stripped below the waist. His cock was even larger than Nome's. Pale and topped with a bright pink head, he grew stiff immediately, his cock bobbing and waving like a leveled lance.

"Now get on your knees like a good little harlot," Nome growled as he moved to the cage. He leaned against the iron bars, thrusting his manhood between them. Rek followed right behind, pushing his big cock out on Gregor's other side.

"What, you don't want to fuck me?" Gregor pouted. This wouldn't do. The goons needed to open the cage, not stay outside of it!

"Later," Nome snorted. "We'll put your stuck up little mouth to work first!"

"Umm," Gregor hesitated. If he went any further with the two men, he would no longer be acting. He'd be a cocksucker, no matter what body he may be hiding in. What kind of knight let another man use his mouth? His knees grew weak as he sank down onto the floor. With trembling hands he reached up and grasped them both.

"That's right Majesty, get your fill of our cocks like a good whore!" Nome muttered as Gregor's small hand wrapped tight around it. Whether it was because they were larger than himself as a man, or that his hands were no so small, Gregor gasped at how huge both men felt to him. They were so hard, and hot.

"Just for that," he said and leaned to his right. Rek's young cock loomed over Gregor's face, huge and hard. Was he really going to do this? Suck another man's cock? He barely had time to finish the thought before he opened his lips and kissed the young guard's manhood just below the tip. He felt his womanly sex heat up as he kissed the guard's stiff prick all over, dragging his plump lips and wet tongue all over the hot pole.

"Gods that feels good!" Rek yelped. His words sent a shiver down Gregor's spine. The boy wanted him in the worst way, and it made Gregor feel wonderful. He was, sexy, desirable, feminine. He opened wide and sucked that cock into his mouth, humming and slurping at him.

"Hey, give me some of that mouth too!" Nome growled. Gregor glanced over at him as he waggled his cock through the bars. He pulled away with a smack of his wet lips and sucked that other cock down too. They were so hot, so thick, so big! Back and forth he sucked one then the other. His pussy began to drip as it throbbed between his legs. He was such a little whore!

"Oh shit!" Rek gasped as Gregor's lips slid up and down his shaft. Gregor looked up at his youthful face. He was about to lose control, to cum in his mouth! His belly fluttered. He'd caused that, brought the boy all that pleasure. He nearly kept it up, suddenly filled with the urge to taste another man's seed. Only the thought of his mission brought him out of it.

"No, no!" Gregor leaned back and wagged his finger at the men. "Not before you fill me up!" He stripped off his shift and lay back on the cell's bare stone floor, naked as a babe. He spread his long legs and slipped a hand over his flat belly to run a pair of long, slender fingers up and down between his wet, pink folds.

"You don't have to ask me twice, my lady!" Nome grunted. He nearly stumbled in the breeches about his ankles as he fished out the keys. Gregor tensed, ready to spring into action. The men jostled with each other to be first as they opened the cage. The transformed knight sprang to his feet and into action.

"Don't be in such a rush-" Nome started. Gregor cut him off with a sharp punch right to his throat. He may not have the power he once had, but the quick strike staggered the half-naked guard. A man's strength flowed from his loins, Gregor knew, but so did his weakness. With a kittenish growl, he brought his tiny, slippered foot up into the man's heavy balls as hard as he could. He grinned in satisfaction as Nome fell like a sack of turnips.

"What?" Rek gasped, stumbling backwards with his eyes as wide as bucklers. Gregor took advantage, scooping up the heavy key ring and dashing around the stunned guard, as light and quick as a fawn. He slammed the cell door and it locked into place.

"Sorry, Rek," Gregor grinned and tossed the keys down the hall. "Looks like you're the prisoner now!"

"You tricked us!" the boy looked more hurt than angry.

"Aw, get used to it!" Gregor laughed and pulled one of the guard's swords from the floor where they'd left their belts and breeches. He was armed now, but he stamped a slippered foot as he realized he'd left his shift in the cell. He'd have to escape the castle naked! There was nothing for it, though. He looked about himself before dashing down the hall. He needed to find a way out of this cursed castle before his escape was discovered!

***

Down in the dungeons, even the clean comfortable cell Gregor had been kept in, the castle was as quiet as a graveyard. As he climbed staircase after staircase, the sounds of the castle grew louder and louder. He ducked between alcoves and doorways whenever he heard footsteps or voices. Finally he reached a darkened doorway the opened up onto the main courtyard.

"Tandon must be here!" he exclaimed. It was the only explanation for all the men scurrying about, donning armor on the run and and drawing weapons. A soldier ran past the doorway, and Gregor lashed out, his well-honed battle instincts taking over. His stolen sword sliced into the running soldier's neck in a spray of blood. Had he his former strength, he'd have taken the man's head clean off. As it was, a long gash through the throat was more than enough.

"One down," Gregor said in grim satisfaction as he stepped into the daylight. The dead soldier had a crossbow at his side, and the nude knight snatched it up. He leveled it at another of the Duke's men and loosed a fat quarrel into his back.

"Enemy in the castle!" Gregor heard the call as a third soldier, who'd been running to the gate, saw his comrade fall to a crossbow bolt in the back. He spun toward Gregor, brandishing his sword. His jaw dropped as he saw the nude woman.

"Too slow!" Gregor smirked as he grabbed his sword and spun into action. Stunned by facing a naked woman, and a gorgeous one at that, the soldier didn't have a chance. Gregor plunged the tip of his sword into the weak spots of his mail again and again, and in moments, the soldier dropped, bleeding out of a dozen wounds.

With his long brown trail trailing behind him and his bloody sword leading the way, Gregor dashed up the stairs leading up to the main gatehouse. His breasts jiggled painfully as he dashed up the stairs, but even so, it was better than how his balls would have felt in the same situation.

He slammed into a guard at the top of the gatehouse, pushing the man over the battlements. Below the castle, men and horses covered the green fields. His heart leapt as he saw the king's banner flying at the head of the army. He scanned the field, spotting a knight on a tall red stallion, shouting orders and waving a long sword. There was no mistaking his tabbard, blue with a black falcon stooping on his breast. It was Sir Tandon! He jumped up between the crenellations, waving his bloody sword high over head and screaming at the top of his lungs.

"Tandon!" his shrill scream echoed over the field. The knight below lifted his visor. Gregor couldn't see his face, but he could imagine the look of surprise. He laughed as Tandon sprung into action, rallying the troops around him, readying for an immediate assault.