Magic jewelry - belly dancer (Patreon)

Mike had been so excited when he found the jewelry box in this rich person's house he was robbing, as it looked very valuable, with lots of gold on the outside and even a heart shaped locket attached to it. He opened it to look at all the different jewelry, wondering how much it would sell for. He picked up gently a bronze-colored metal ring, looking at it for a while and smiling as he put it on his finger and was ready to take it off right away, wanting to find more treasures, when a strange sensation came. Suddenly, the world around him faded and turned darker. Suddenly he found himself in a room full of candles and incense.

His hands were held above his head in some strange position touching each other, and his feet were spread out slightly. His body was moving in a weird way, swaying his hips back and forth and wiggling his chest. Soft cloth was draped across his body and some silk fabric hung off his face next to the nose, exposing his eyes.

He froze in strange pose and was looking around, not understanding the situation. The place seemed empty and looked like a harem of a palace or something. Suddenly a voice behind him said:

"Don't stop, my slave, don't let me see this lazy posture, dance for me."

Turning around, Mike's jaw dropped in amazement, as a man who looked like a king with a long, curly black beard was sitting there in the darkness. His eyes were staring at the Mike with passion and lust, but his face had a cold expression.

"Who are you?" Mike stammered, realizing his voice was high-pitched and felt weird weight on his chest, "Where am I?" said Mike looking down and realized that he wore a very revealing dancer costume, the type of clothing a belly dancer might wear. His breasts were almost falling out of the tight, thin fabric that clung to his curves, and the Mike realized his butt was naked, and a thin, silky skirt covered his private parts.

"I said dance," the man shouted, pointing a finger at the floor.

"What?! Dance?! This is a bad joke! How can I-"

"Enough!" the man cut him off, rising to his feet. "You speaking to your lord and master without permission! Guards! Take this lazy wench and punish her for not following orders."

"Punish her?!" the Mike shouted in panic, "What do you mean?! Who is 'her'?! Fuck you and guards!! Let me go or-"

"I said silence!!" the man interrupted again, and pointed a finger, "Take her away." Two large men came forward and took the Mike by his arms, dragging him out of the room and towards a narrow hallway, while his boobs swinging under the tight belly dancer outfit.

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His hands are tightly clenched by the guards, who lead him down the narrow corridors, while his body is twisting, his breasts are jumping, and the long silk cloth in his hands is flying. After walking down a couple of dark and gloomy corridors, the guards stop and open the door of a dark room, pushing Mike in, and locking his hands in chains which are attached to the walls.

"Wait, wait," Mike said, looking up, "This is a joke, right? This isn't real, this can't be real!" Mike shouted as he was breathing heavily with panic. The guard raised his hand to hit Mike. Mike squeezed his eyes and tensed, waiting for the blow to come, but then nothing happened. Instead it he felt how something touched his finger and he saw a big fat spider running away. "Eeep!! Get it off, get it off!!" he yelled in disgust. The guard grinned, took Mike's hand and removed the ring, throwing it in a small wooden box in a corner of the cell and closing it. St this moment Mike felt how wave of strange, weird energy passed through his body. "No! Give it back," Mike yelled, pulling on his chains. Guards ignored him, walking away.

"This is not happening, this is a nightmare," Mike repeated over and over again, feeling how the weight of the breasts on his chest made moving uncomfortable, and he tried to straighten himself and lift up his head. "Come on," he mumbled as the chains around his wrists kept him in place. Mike's head is spinning as he tries to make sense of the situation. He thinks the man in the throne room might have taken something, a pill or powder, and made him imagine this situation. Or perhaps someone sprayed some chemicals into his eyes, and it's an hallucination. It's also possible he drank some liquid with unknown side effects.

Suddenly the door opened, and the Sultan entered, along with three servants, who are carrying trays of food and wine. "Untie her hands," the Sultan ordered his servants, who quickly took Mike out of his chains. Mike quickly rubs his sore wrists while staring at the Sultan. "I decided to be merciful," the Sultan says, touching the smooth skin of his belly dancer's chin with his hand, looking straight into her eyes "and let you dance for me again before the guards have their fun with you," the Sultan added in a low, husky voice as Mike shivered. The servants leave the room with their empty trays as Sultan approaches, pushing the dancer to the bed, and sitting on a small chair in front of the bed, pouring himself a glass of wine.

...

Mike know that the only thing that makes this Sultan not as evil as he could be, is that he is interested in Mike's dancing. But Mike doesn't even know how to dance, and still thinks that he is a he and it is just an illusion, a hallucination. But everything looked very realistic and felt just as realistic too, and he began worrying that it is true, and that he will be in trouble, that he is now a real slave girl in an Arabic world, or something like that. But the fact that he could end up in the past had not even occurred to him yet.

Sultan smiled and waved his hand. "Don't worry, my pet, what happended earlier won't happen again," the Sultan said as he poured another glass of wine. Mike nodded seatting on the soft large pillows and trying to look at least a bit sexy as the Sultan watched Mike's every move. Although it was weird and new to him, he decided that if it is really all true, then the best thing to do would be to try to keep the Sultan happy. He absolutely did not want to be fucked by anyone, inside he was all disgusted and upset at what he was, but on the outside, he was trying his best to please this man with his every move and dance. He also kept a smile on his face, though inside he was shaking in fear.

Periodically he glanced furtively at the wooden box on the table in the corner of the room where his ring was lying. He imagined getting his hands on that ring and getting rid of all these things and problems that tormented him. But in reality he knew that Sultan would not give him access to that box and would punish him for even thinking about it. And remembering the note, Mike felt little hope for returning back to his world and that he was probably going to be stuck like this.

"Zafira, you are still my most beautiful dancer, and that's why I kept you after you let me down today. If it happens again, there will be no mercy for you," Sultan warned Mike as the slave girl looked at her master fearfully, hoping it was just some kind of sick joke or a punishment that he would eventually get over. "Do you understand?" Sultan added as Mike quickly nodded. He already know he should not speak, unless his master gives her permission, which he had not. He would probably be punished if he would speak without permission, and that was the last thing he wanted right now.

Sultan waved his hand at the Mike again. "Come to me, get me a massage from your breasts" and lay down on the pillows while Mike swallowed and nervously approached his master. Mike was trembling in fear and was trying to keep the smile on her face as she moved slowly toward the Sultan.

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A week has passed since Mike got to his new life in a harem of Sultan and he did his best to behave in the way he supposed to. He was trying not to attract any attention and just follow the other girls around. It turned out that this particular harem wasn't actually that big and had a dozen girls living in it, all slaves. The other slaves taught him everything he needed to know, from proper behaviour to pleasing her master. Although at first the Mike had thought about running away, after some time he realized there was no way to escape, and his best option would be to make Sultan like him as much as he possibly could. 

Mike learned that his name now is Zafira and he had been given to the Sultan as a gift from a man from a foreign land. He also found out that the Sultan was one of the cruelest of the rulers. He would give the Mike as a present to anyone who he wanted to make happy, or in order to show his appreciation or gratitude. Mike knew that he stuck there, because the ring wasn't work for him, although he put it on almost every night. Nothing would happen when he did, it just felt like an ordinary ring.

Today Zafira was called to dance again for the Sultan and his friends, which would include the Sultan's vizier and a few of his most trusted generals. Musicians started to play their instruments and Mike moved her body in an erotic and seductive way, wiggling her hips, while the men are drinking and chatting amongst themselves, watching the belly dance of Zafira. Mike tried his best to do what he could, while feeling his breasts move up and down with his every movement, and the small cloth, which covers his nipples, moved aside revealing his pink, perky nipples to all men, but nobody seemed to mind that or even care.

Mike was smiling as he was dancing, looking at all men, and feeling his boobs jiggle. But inside he felt bad and disgusting and he still wasn't used to the idea that he was a girl now. And not just a girl, but a slave, in a completely different time and culture, that he knew only from the movies he'd seen. It was hard to accept for him, but it was his life now. His life as strong muscular guy in twenty-first century seemed now like a beautiful, happy dream to him... her. Zafira now can only dream about having a muscular body like she used to, and just hope that her master doesn't sell her to a stranger or anyone, that Sultan doesn't get tired of her and gets rid of her, like he does so often, as she found out from other girls.