Bully Bewitched - Ancient Egypt - Final (Patreon)

Sequence: https://www.patreon.com/posts/bully-bewitched-101476889

Part 1-2: https://www.patreon.com/posts/bully-bewitched-101580612

Part 3: https://www.patreon.com/posts/bully-bewitched-101583511

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"Amasis, I thought we agreed that no man was to enter the girls' room" one of the older women said, crossing her arms and glaring at the guard. She was the oldest woman among them, and judging by her appearance and her posture, she was the leader of this group.

"I'm sorry, Amani, I didn't mean to" the muscular man replied, lowering his head in apology. "It's just... she was acting very strange, so I wanted to make sure she wouldn't try to run away" he explained, stepping aside and gesturing towards the scared young girl.

"Hm, fine, you may leave. But don't do that again" Amani told him, still staring at him, but then her gaze was moved to the young girl who was trembling in the middle of the room. "Nefertari, come here, child. Tell me, what's the matter?" She asked softly, looking at her with a kind smile.

"I... I... I..." Malcolm's mouth was opened, he couldn't believe that he was calling her 'child' like a very scared and weak girl who needed help. The guard left and closed the door behind him, leaving the girl alone in the room, with the other dancers.

"This guard's a fool, isn't he, Nefertari?" said the one of the younger dancers. Her name was Diah, and she was about the same age as the one named Nefertari. "He stupid rude idiot, right?" She added, and giggled.

"Daih! That's enough" Amani warned her, and turned her attention back to the young girl. "So, are you alright, Nefertari?" she asked again, tilting her head.

"N-no, I am not okay! I-I-I am not her, and I don't know why am I here, and who the hell is Nefertari?!" Malcolm said in a high pitched girlish voice, her eyes were widened, and her hands clenched into fists. She was still shaking and looking around in shock trying to find hiden cameras and some signs that it was just a joke, or some prank. "Where are you hiding the cameras? Is it a TV show or a movie!!! I am not going to play this fucking role! I'm not a woman and a dancer!!!" she was almost screaming in hysterics, waving her hands and moving her little body around, trying ignore how weirdly and strangely her breasts were bouncing from side to side.

"Nefertari, calm down!!! Calm down, and breathe slowly and deeply" the older woman raised her voice, walking towards her, holding her hands. "Look at me, breathe in, breathe out, slowly and deeply..." she waved her hand and another woman handed her a glass with some strange liquid in it. "Here, drink it. It'll calm you a bit" she held the glass in front of her lips, urging her to drink the potion.

Malcolm opened her lips slowly, and then the liquid entered her mouth, running down her throat and she almost instantly felt the effect, which was a complete relaxation and calmed her. After some minutes Malcolm finally calmed completely and started feeling much better with his new assets, as if he always had breasts. His gaze was staring on Amani and he wanted to say her everything that was happening. But when he opened his mouth, the only moan that could escape his lips was

"Uuh-aaa-hhm..." he moaned quietly and grabbed his throat, his eyes widened, and his little fingers ran over the tight rings on his neck. "Whaaaa ghuuu ouhh ooohhh" she groaned, not being able to speak.

"Don't speak, dear. Better just think about dancing" said the older woman, and kissed her on the cheek. "We can't risk the performance being ruined because you feel sick" she whispered in her ear, and patted her cheek. "Now, girls, make-up and jewelry, we don't have time. They will be soon waiting" she said, walking away, as the other dancers surrounded the Nefertari, preparing her.

...

Behind the curtains there was a very nervous and a very beautiful girl standing, waiting for her name to be called for a dance. She stood straight, her little hands placed on her round breasts. All her senses seemed dulled and she couldn't focus properly. After Amani told her think about dancing, she couldn't think of anything else. Like this thought was echoing in her head, filling her mind and soul, although she only thought about dancing for a second after Amani said it, but after that thought her mind was filled only with thoughts about dance. Even when she tried switch to another thought, which wasn't about a dance, it was very hard and her brain was still occupied by the thought of dancing and how to please her audience.

"...and now! Her highness's lovely dancer! From the heart of Nile, beauty herself! Dance like a goddess, and show yourself! Dance of Nefertari!!!" rang out voice from behind the curtains.

"Mmmmy Gahhhd" moaned Malcolm, stepping forward, when the curtain suddenly opened and a bright light struck his eyes. The sound of music began to rumble around, his gaze was fixed on the people sitting around a table eating and drinking wine - men who were looking at him with great interest and greed, but also the queen who was sitting on a slightly raised throne, looking at him with interest.

"Aaw-oooowoww-ooooowow" the little feet were walking a short distance to the dancing area. She raised her hands above her head, moving her thin waist, showing her big tits under a thin black piece of fabric, which covered them a little bit. "What the fuck am I doing?!" She thought in her mind, but at the same moment another thought filled it - "I should move my hips more, tease them with a view on my pussy" she spread her legs slightly, feeling cold air flowing between her thighs, and the piece of fabric slid between her legs a little bit, touching her sensitive flesh of her labia.

A low moan escaped Malcolm's lips as he stared at the crowd, coming back again and again to his own thoughts, and having only managed to receive a huge portion of humiliation and shame, he was again absorbed in thoughts about how to shake his body to give people pleasure and how to dance seductively for them.

...

"Servants, leave us" commanded the fat old man, gesturing with his hands, at which the servants nodded obediently and hurriedly walked out of the room, not forgetting to give the old man a respectful bow. Behind him on the bed lay Nefertari, or rather, Malcolm, who still couldn't pull himself together after the last 'medication', which made him be in a state between consciousness and unconsciousness. He remembered very well everything that had happened up to that moment: how he changed into a weak helpless girl named Nefertari, how then Amasis brought him to dancers' room, how they changed his outfit, how he got nervous and angry about the fact that he had to perform... But everything that happened later seemed to him even more terrible.

He couldn't believe that he danced in front of all these men, shaking his hips and moving his body for them during several hours, his arms, legs and feet ached and were painful. And this bed in which he now found himself was like heaven for him. His thighs were still remembered very well, those unpleasant touches of strangers for whom he performed. He remembered how if someone's hand was slapped on his butt cheek, he immediately smiled to this person and acted like a good dancer should - to flirt with him, to call his attention. In that evening, she received much more "attention", but most of all the attention came from the old man who was drinking and eating fruit, forcing Malcolm dance only for him, watching him with great interest, smiling in pride.

"Hmm, so, you're the 'beauty of the Nile', as they said?" The man said, bringing Nefertari to reality. He moved to the bed as fast as his heavy old body allowed him, while Nefertari watched with wide confused eyes as he climbed onto the bed.

"W-w-w-what...? No, don't... I'm not...!" mumbled Malcolm, noticed how his huge heavy breasts are wobbling after that old man climbed on the bed. "I-I-I mean, I-I-I was only d-dancing, I'm s-s-s-o sorry... Ahhh!" Malcolm almost cried, didn't believe that he is actually making excuses for this asshole and was apologizing for... what?!

"Heh, just enjoy my great generosity and shut up" said hastily the fat old man, grabbing girl's both ankles and spreading her legs wide. In the next second Malcolm gasped loudly, because something big and hard was entering his pussy, very slowly and deeply. For Malcolm it felt much more worse because inside he still felt like a fully masculine male, who shouldn't even have anything inside his body. Not to mention in his... vagina!

"Aaaahhhh! Ohhh..... Oooohhhh!" Nefertari squealed, feeling new waves of physical pleasure flood through her weakened body, her spine arched slightly, as her legs squeezed firmly around the waist of the old man. Her arms quickly wrapped tightly around the old man's body, hugging him tightly "Yeaaaah... my... ohhhh... my lord" her lower lip were trembling when her face moved forward and kissed this ugly old bastard on his wet chapped lips

...

"Look! Ha-haha!" snorted angrily Malcolm, starting to shake little tiny wrists of the young foreign girl "D'ya think you can stay in here? You little sneaky bitch!" he squeezed her wrists and pushed her to the nearest wall, pressing her soft form of her body against it. "I'm fuckin' tired of you. Give me that fuckin' money or I swear to god I'll..." and then Malcolm stopped and his voice softened a little "or I'll be like 'this'" his right hand unzipped his jeans and lowered them along with his underwear down to his ankles, revealing his cock. His gaze returned back to the wide eyes of a frightened young woman, behind whom there was now not a wall but a bed and who now seating on it and looking with wide eyes at him.

"What's wrong, bitch, don't wanna lick it? I'm... khm... khm..." he coughed and moved a bit forward, placing both of his hands on both sides of her head "a special guest... khm... ugh! What the..." Malcolm said in hight pitched girlish voice, blinking and suddenly feeling heavy breasts hanging on his chest and his skin got slightly darker "Wh-a-a-a-a-a-a-.... ahmmmm" he began his sentence loudly, hysterically, with his mouth wide open. But before he could even finish this word, he felt how something long entered his mouth. "Mmmm-mmmph-mmph-mpaaaa" the sounds of hight pitched female voice filled the room.

"NO" Malcolm shouted as he opened his eyes, his face all sweating and red. "Huh?" he breathed out heavily and relieved that it was just a dream. Lying on a soft bed, some pictures of the events in which he was a weak helpless girl, a dancer from ancient Egypt and even a sex toy for an old bastard. From these memories Malcolm's face instantly became pale and a cold shiver ran down his spine. "Thank God it's only a dream..."

"What?!" suddenly unpleasant and somehow too familiar old man's voice interrupted Malcolm's thoughts, so he had to look up and meet with man's cock a few centimetres away from his face "What's wrong, bitch, don't wanna lick it?" the old man asked, smirking and moving slightly forward to press his penis against Nefertari's cheek, placing both of his hands on both sides of her head.