“Kate? How?”

Jonna blinked up at the large man in surprise and fear. She had been here so long her former life seemed like a dream. But a part of her had still clung to the hope she would escape this fate and return to her true time ... and body. She had started to lose that hope, started to consider fully embracing her new life. “How did you find me Kate?” She asked, tears of relief in her eyes as she suddenly flung herself into his arms, burrying her face in his powerful chest, her curves pressing into his mightily thewed frame. He smelt of sweat and masculinity, of open air and leather. He was no Sultan or Eunuch but a proud warrior. She shivered as he inhaled her perfume, her oiled flesh sliding smoothly against him.

His eyes widened a little. “You’ve been missing for some time now. I hired a private investigator and he tracked you here. I spoke to the store man and he recalled you coming in and... why on earth did you put on a harem girl outfit? It doesn’t matter. Here, take this,” he slipped a collar about her slim neck and she shuddered as things seemed to shift. “This is the only matching outfit I could find for modern times... a rom and sub matching outfit...” he slipped out of his loincloth, which dissolved into nothing, and she admired his mightily thewed manhood. Then he leashed her and slid his hand into the leash. There was the yelling of approaching voices but it grew distant and things shimmered.

They were back in the shop change room. Jonna slid to the floor in naked relief, body still the same petite young slavegirl, oiled and perfumed. Kate also stood naked, still an impressive specimen of manhood as before. “Thank god it worked...” he went to slide his hand from the leash.

“Master. Wait!” She began but as his hand left the leash the leash and collar dissolved. Jonna felt the magic still affecting her. Submissive to his dominance.

“We need clothes,” Kate observed.