Lost in time - chapter 2 (Patreon)

Chapter 1: https://www.patreon.com/posts/lost-in-time-1-98606757

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"What are you doing?" man's voice suddenly called nearby. "Are you an escaped slave?" man asked. Greg let out an embarrassing squeak, brought his legs together and wrapped his arms around his breasts to hide them from the strangers sight. But it did not help him in any way as they were just too large to hide. In that movement Greg realized how sensitive nipples are.

"Ahhh... No, I'm not a slave..." mumbled Greg, trying to pull linen robe up from under his feet with one hand while other was still trying to cover his massive breasts. "Just don't watch me...!" added embarrassed, his face started burning red. But now he noticed that the words he was saying sounded somehow strange, maybe even alien, and language he was using was definitely not English.

It was very difficult trying to dress in this unfamiliar outfit which seemed to not fit correctly with his wide curves. "Well, and yet you don't look like a free woman. Where's your husband?" the man with scruffy beard and short hair looked him over and Greg gave him a horrified expression, finished dressing hurriedly. This man was wearing some sort of warrior clothes which looked like a from ancient times movie costumes and pointing some weird looking stick on him.

Then the man grinned and laughed when Greg's only reply was a silent frightened stare. "It's obvious, you are a runaway. Take your clothes off quickly and I'll put you in shackles." he said and took a step to grab for him. "Wait... What? NOO!" screamed Greg, lost his balance because of the heavy weight on his chest, tried to keep away from the stranger that reached to him. Strange man's large hand grabbed at the linen fabric of his dress and ripped it apart. Greg fell into sand while his clothes ripped away from his chest, it left his chest fully bare for the stranger's eye. As soon as Greg hit the ground the large mounds on his front began to ache at the rough landing.

"Uuhh... ow..." he whimpered while trying to cover his exposed breasts with both arms. "Hey buddy... what's your problem...? Just calm down and say where am I?!" called Greg from his place in the sand. "Is this some kind of Arabian desert or something? Is it close to Dubai?!..." called Greg breathing heavily, feeling how his heart is pounding crazily and heavy weights on his chest are reminding their presence with aching. "What a strange woman..." man stated and then bent down to look into the other person's eyes.

Then smiled again and continued. "What are you talking about? Dub...ai? Never heard such a word. What is it?" he asked. "Uhh... I mean I am from USA, Austin. Is it near Texas, maybe..." asked Greg, staring directly at the strange man who seemed like a historical cosplayer or warrior with his thick bushy black beard and muscled arms. "Texas... The new Roman province?" he asked, watching as Greg's eyes grew wider and wider with shock. "Roman Province? Are you kidding?!" he called, pushing the man away. "The empire you speak of was gone for several thousand years now..." added Greg, gaining composure.

"Ahaha... You are funny girl!" burst the man and shook his head. "Listen buddy, I'm not in the mood for these games... Will you call police or something? I am American citizen and you are in a lot of trouble if you... HEY! Stop starring at my boobs!" yelled Greg, angry with a huge blush on his cheeks. "I don't understand why am I like...this?!" he exclaimed. "I AM MAN, for gods sake! A normal MAN! I had no breasts before...!" he shouted angrily.

"Man? Ahah! And I am the Pharaoh!" he quickly brushed aside Greg's long hair to see if there was any writing on his neck "Aisha huh?" asked the stranger, Greg felt stranger's hand touching his hot neck and couldn't believe what he just heard. "Aisha? What the...?" he murmured confused. "Who are you calling Aisha?" snapped Greg, but was interrupted by an answer. "That's your name slave!" said man and frowned.

"Excuse me?" asked Greg and stared at man with his big blue eyes. "Slave? No, it can't be, this is some stupid trick right?! Where is the hidden camera...?" asked Greg and looked around searching. "Hey, don't touch me, this is harassment! Someone must hear me!" added in panic while stranger put it on him a black collar.

"Camera?...What are you talking about?" frowned confused the man. "Stop acting, Aisha! You are my property now and will go with me to Alexandria." stated the stranger and showed a silver chain in his hand. "Alexandria...? Property? Hey stop this, I'm not your property and not Aisha too! Don't treat me like that... Hey! I know karate, so let me go or..." but when Greg started protesting the stranger interrupted him sharply snapping the leash to his collar, jerked hard at the chain. "Shut up!...You talk to much... Slaves are not supposed to talk unless they are asked a question or are giving permission. So do not talk and obey or you will be punished. Do you understand?" snapped the man.

"A-ahhh..." moaned Greg. The pull on the leash choked him a bit and forced him forward, the pain made him lose his balance. His heavy breasts swung and collided with the stranger's chest as the other man held him close. "Do you understand?" he repeated again, his warm breath blowing over Greg's face. "N-no... I..." gasped Greg, trying to break free. "Yes or no? Answer me, slave." commanded the man, pulling the leash.

"Aaaah... Y-yes..." moaned Greg. "Good girl, remember next time, when you speak to me. You can only call me Master." said the man and released his slave. Greg gasped for air, holding his throat. His body was shaking, he didn't understand how he ended up in such a situation and in this strange body, and now the guy wanted him to call him Master?!