Jane Talbot, an anthropologist from Earth, has disguised herself as a fem named "Pip" so she can observe Tyrian culture up close. Because of a genetic quirk, women on Tyr are little more than mindless animals under the complete control of their male sires. Stripped naked and collared, Jane sets off with her escort Varsenne to visit a nearby city.
Varsenne opened the garden gate. He stepped through, and Jane followed on her leash.
A carriage was waiting just outside. It was driven by a hulking Tyrian male in the livery of the underclass. He nodded toward Varsenne.
"Evening, professor,"
"I need to go to Avalonde. Can you take me that far?"
"I'll have to charge you double to pay for the trip back."
"Fair enough. I'll be sleeping, so please don't disturb me during the ride."
The cabby nodded. "Avalonde it is. I'll have you there by sunrise."
They climbed aboard. The carriage was enclosed, with two hard benches inside. Varsenne rode facing forward, and Jane sat opposite him. The driver cracked his whip and the carriage rattled off, bumping along on the rutted dirt road.
Jane sat bolt upright, her thighs pressed tightly together, her arms folded across her bare breasts. She still was unaccustomed to bring naked. Only a few minutes ago she'd been fully dressed in her navy uniform, and now all she was wearing was a collar with Varsenne's seal. Legally, she was his property now.
She looked off to one side to avoid meeting the Tyrian's gaze. Their knees were just inches apart. The close confines of the cab made the size differential between them even more obvious. Varsenne was a good foot and a half taller than Jane, and powerfully built. It occurred to her that if for any reason she decided to disobey her new sire, Varsenne was more than capable of physically overpowering her to impose his will.
The thought sent a chill down her spine. All of a sudden, she felt very small and helpless. It was a crazy risk she was taking. She was naked, afraid, and alone, billions of miles from home.
No ... not entirely alone.
She was with Varsenne. He would take care of her. He was much stronger than her, true, but that only meant that he was strong enough to keep her safe. She could trust him. He was a scientist like her, a scholar ... and a friend. He wouldn't let anything bad happen to her. She was small and helpless, but he would protect her.
He had to. She was his property now. She was wearing his mark.
Varsenne leaned forward, and said "Too modest" in a low voice.
Jane blinked and raised one eyebrow. "Too modest?" Her voice was a tiny whisper so the driver wouldn't overhear.
"A fem does not attempt to hide ... to hide her ...." His voice trailed off. He gestured at Jane's naked body.
"Oh ...," Jane said softly. "Oh!"
She willed herself to relax, to let her shoulders slump. She dropped her hands to the bench, letting them flop uselessly beside her. Her breasts were fully exposed, but she was a fem now, and a fem didn't care who saw her breasts. She slouched down, letting her thighs fall carelessly open. A fem didn't care who saw her pussy either.
Jane looked up at Varsenne. She saw his eyes flick from her breasts to her sex then back to her face. Jane blushed. Am I doing it right? She thought. Am I being a good fem?
Varsenne gave her a quick nod of approval. "Better," he said in a hushed whisper.
Then he wrapped himself tighter in his cloak, leaned his head back, and closed his eyes.
* * *
When Jane awoke, the sun was slanting though the windows of the carriage. She was disoriented at first. Why wasn't she in her bed in the Visitors' quarters? And why was she naked? Then she remembered.
She was curled up on her side on the hard bench. The collar was still around her neck. At some point in the night Varsenne had draped his cloak over her. The Tyrian scholar was already awake. He sat opposite her, looking out the window, lost in thought.
Jane sat up, rubbing her eyes. She yawned, stretching her slim arms over her head. The cloak fell away and Jane resisted the urge to pull it back over herself. You're a fem now, remember. Fems aren't modest.
Varsenne turned away from the window and their eyes met. "We're almost there," he said in a low, stern voice. "Once we leave the carriage, you must not speak. Do you understand?"
Jane bit her lip and nodded. She understood.
The carriage shuddered to a stop. Varsenne opened the door and clambered out. He gave the leash a tug. "Come, Pip," he said.
Jane followed, warily edging out into the sunlight. They were parked on a busy street on the outskirts of Avalonde. Carts and wagons trundled noisily by. The sidewalks were filled with Tyrians going about their business. Jane was the only fem in sight. She huddled close to Varsenne as he paid the driver, her hands clenched tight, fighting the urge to cover herself. She could feel the oms looking at her. Most gave her little more than a cursory glance, but a few openly stared, enjoying the unexpected pleasure of a pretty young fem on full display--her firm little breasts, her athletic thighs, the messy blonde tangle of her pubic hair. Jane looked down at her feet, her cheeks hot with embarrassment.
Varsenne gave the leash another sharp tug and they set briskly off down the street. Jane had to trot to keep up, her tits bouncing, her bare feet stumbling on the uneven cobblestones. Her hair was in her eyes, but she resisted the temptation to brush it back. The morning sun was warm on her bare skin, and soon she could feel prickles of sweat breaking out under her arms and between her shoulder blades. Before they had gone very far, her naked body was shiny with perspiration.
They made their way deeper into the city. She had a thousand questions for Varsenne, but of course dared not speak. Instead, she eagerly drank in the vistas unfolding around her. Finally, this was the real Tyr! Not the Tyr of the musty books in the university library, but the real thing! This is what she had wanted to see! And as her inner scientist reasserted herself, her feelings of self-consciousness receded.
Avalonde was the capital of the kingdom of Cuvarre. It was a port city, and a trading hub, with sailing ships coming and going from all corners of Tyr. Unlike the muddy lanes of the university town, the streets of Avalonde were paved with cobblestones, and tall red brick buildings rose above them on all sides. The sidewalks were crowded with oms from every part of the kingdom: Businessmen and craftsmen, aristocrats, and laborers, some of them elegantly dressed, others in heavy boots and work clothes.
