Nothing changed; she was still a harem girl

The loincloth dropped to the floor with a silken sound. Jonna gasped. A cool breeze wafted in through the halls of the palace, teasing her nipples and tickling the tuft of curls between her legs.

Nothing happened. Removing the harem outfit had simply left her trapped in the body of Jonna. And, as she watched, the clothes shimmered and turned into wisps of smoke, leaving her utterly naked.

"A most pleasing display. But now, attend," rumbled the Sultan. Jonna felt her heart start to race and also begin to sink, but her lust overruled her as she turned to serve the sultan. Amid the throes of ecstasy, as she spent her days on her back or bent over a chair or with her legs spread, thighs coaxing yet another thrust from her master, she wondered if it had been something she did, or whether she truly wished to be trapped as a **** girl.

But she was one now, just a ****. The jewel in the palace, the apple in her eyes, plied with gifts and perfumes and silks and dainties, but every day, and several times a day, a vessel for his pleasure.

Until one day.

Jonna had lost count of how many days, how many fuckings, how many positions, how many men. It was not done for another man to touch the Sultan's favourite, but he sometimes had to travel, and other times had to entertain. And the grand vizier had schemed and arranged to sample her wares, and then to exploit her. Even the sister of the Sultan had availed herself of the delights of Jonna of the Silken Thighs, while the Grand Vizier watched.

And then, one day, there were shouts and noises, and then the seraglio guards fell into the room, bloodied, as she was anointing her naked body with oils and perfumes. jonna barely had time to shout before a giant man slipped into the room, quick as a whip and clamped a giant mouth over her hand. Fierce fires burned in his steel grey eyes, but they changed to recognition, surprise, and softness.

"John? Is that you? It's me, Kate." The mighty warrior shook her again, his muscles rippling easily as Jonna's voluptuous curves was jostled like a rag doll. "Do you remember?

"I'm your girlfriend."