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To say that Malcolm was shocked would be an understatement. It felt like it was a dream, or a nightmare. New emotions filled his mind and heart, emotions which he never felt before, like the fear of this rude man and the desire to run away, to hide somewhere. He took a step back and felt how his feet sank into the warm sand, small cloth between his legs flapped in the wind, showing a little bit of his nude pussy, while long hair was flapping on his shoulders and back, tickling his body.

"WHAT THE FUCK?!" He screamed in high pitched girly voice, his small hands grabbing his big breasts, making him even more shocked, as well as the man standing before him. "What happened to my body?! WHERE AM I?! WHAT'S HAPPENING?!" The frightened young woman yelled, her eyes widened, and her face was red, while her little feet were trying to move her body away, but she fell down on her butt.

"Huh?! You weren't allowed to speak!" the muscular guard yelled at her, frowning. He walked toward her and grabbed her arm, lifting her to her feet, and pulling her toward a large, decorated building. "Come on, get inside, and stop acting like a fool! We're having an important guest and you'll serve him. You're lucky you've been given this job. Many dancers would be happy to take your place" he told her, dragging her behind him.

Malcolm's heart was beating very fast and hard. He couldn't believe that it was real, he couldn't believe that he was dragged by some random man through a desert to an ancient palace. And it wasn't a dream. He felt very well his bare feet sinking into the warm sand, how the cloth that barely covered his nude body fluttered in the wind, his breasts swaying from side to side with each step uncomfortable and hot metal rings, which were tightly pressed against his neck, making it difficult to turn his head. "I-I don't want to go inside! I am not a dancer!" He tried to protest, hearing now that his voice sounded not only like the voice of a scared girl, but also with a strange foreign language, as if he always knew how to speak in ancient Egyptian.

"Quiet, you!" The guard said angrily and pulled her close, pushing his thick and hard fingers between her butt cheeks. He squeezed the soft flesh of her butt, making the Malcolm's eyes widen in surprise. "If you wasn't chosen by the princess as her maid, I'd fuck your ass right here, and show everyone what happens to a dancer who disobeys!" He whispered and licked her earlobe, making her shudder.

"W-w-w-wait! A maid?! Princess?! What is going on? This can't be happening..." Malcolm thought in shock, his mind was filled with many emotions and thoughts, he was terrified and confused, he couldn't believe that this really happened to him. His whole body was trembling like never before in his life. He didn't think that ever in his life he could be scared like that, he would feel the touch of a man's hand on his ass.

"Ah-ah-ah..." the frightened girl whimpered, feeling how the big and strong fingers were squeezing her soft flesh "N-no... p-p-please, d-don't..." she tried to protest and concentrate, but the only thing that filled her mind was fear and confusion, she only wanted to go back to her own life as a very strong and powerful man, and not as a scared girl in a strange land.

"Quiet, slut! Now, go inside and prepare for a performance, we have an important guest!" the guard told her, pushing her to the room where a few other women were waiting, all of them were wearing clothes similar to the one she wore, and they were chatting with each other quietly. When the door opened, they stopped and looked at her, a few of them giggling, as the others were staring at her.