A King Must Be Just

"Why don't you lead me to the living room, where we can talk more freely. And try not to raise your voice so much- it isn't very pretty."

Even as Bethany turned to lead you to the living room- somewhere the two of you couldn't be overheard nearly as easily- her face contorted in outrage; eyebrows scrunching together and teeth grinding. Her hands flexed; curling and uncurling. Absently you wondered how they would feel curled around your dick.

"And what," she asked, her voice low and dangerous, "makes you think that I care what you think is pretty?"

"It's quite obvious that you care, Ms. Johnson. You've always been obsessed with beauty. It's why you're into art, isn't it?"

With Veronica, you had taken her desire to earn money and distorted what she was willing to do to earn it. With Tiffany, you had taken her desire to ensure that Veronica was happy and twisted it. In both instances, you had kept the girls largely intact- goals and all.

With Bethany, you were taking a different approach. Unlike with the two other girls in your collection, you had a personal grudge against Bethany thanks to how she treated you when you lived as her tenant.

As such, instead of modifying the means with which she would pursue her goals, you were going to modify her goals directly- the essence of what made her Bethany. You could think of no better **** than transforming her into a cock addicted bimbo.

The fact that you were using art, the one thing that she always loved, as your means of attack only made things better.

The two of you arrived in the living room. It was a spacious room, made up of cherry wood and pale-pink wallpaper. Most of the room was left bare to make room for Bethany's art projects. You could see two upon entering; an incomplete painting in one corner, and a sculpture in the other.

"Just because I enjoy beauty doesn't mean that I care what you think is beautiful."

"You should. Since I've come into my inheritance, I've been sampling quite a lot of beauty. I've become something of an expert on the matter. You should trust my opinion on what's beautiful."

Bethany's brows furrowed, unable to argue with your words despite wanting too. You had convinced her you were right, after all. Still, conceding wasn't in Bethany's nature. Instead of acknowledging you were right, she changed the subject. Once more, she asked; "What are you doing here?"

This time you deigned to answer. "I was considering buying a few of your artworks. I could do with sprucing up my place." Then, you walked up to the statue Bethany had sculpted without a care in the world, appraising the piece with a critical eye.

Bethany was almost polite as she asked what you thought of it. You wondered whether it was because of the changes you made to how she viewed your opinions or if it was because you had gone from 'tenant' to 'customer' in her mind. Ultimately, it didn't matter.

"It is adequate- but it could be a lot better."

A frown slipped onto her face. "Constructive criticism works a lot better than criticism."

"The hair," you said plainly. "I'm assuming that this isn't supposed to be a rendition of Medusa. If it isn't, then the hair shouldn't be nearly as ropy." You circled once more as Bethany waited. Despite her attitude, you could tell she was taking what you were saying seriously.

The statue was of a woman dressed in the Hellenistic style. A light toga covered her body; her arms were crossed over her bosom to protect her modesty. Her head was turned to the side as though too shy to meet your gaze.

"The features are shallow," you note. "I see you turned the head to the side- presumably to hide its face. A valiant effort to hide your mistakes. It'll do for private work, but it'll disappoint paying customers. Same with the feet- the block balancing the statue is well done, but it's too prominent."

"How would you recommend fixing that?" Bethany sounds intrigued. You doubted she would have been yelling even if your powers permitted her to. You had her right where you wanted her. Now you just had to reel her in.

"You're looking for quick solutions where there aren't any. This can't be remedied in an hour or two- it is going to take hard, dedicated, work."

She crossed her arms beneath her bosom. "I can't start working to fix it if I don't know what's wrong. And don't worry- I'm willing to put the work in."

You return to look at the sculpture and start to speak. You go slowly, as though you were carefully thinking over the words you are using and not making it up as you went. "From what I'm seeing, the main problem stems from mindset. True beauty comes from within, not without."

You see her about to speak and cut her off. "I know, I know, it seems like hippy bullshit. There is some truth to it, however. When you were making this sculpture, did you use reality or imagination as your base?"

Bethany's brow furrows. "Come again?"

Instead of replying, you take out your phone. The default wallpaper was one of a flower. "Say that I want to draw a flower. I have two options. I could google the image of a flower-like so," you gesture to the screen, "and draw that, or I could use my imagination as a base and draw what I think a flower ought to look like."

Bethany nodded in understanding. " A mixture, I guess? I cycled through the images of Greek statues. I based this statue off those, but I didn't have one by my side as a reference."

"And there is nothing wrong with that," you said soothingly. She had still seemed defensive with only the slightest hints of insecurity shining through. You needed to end that. "I can see that your technical skills are certainly good. That arms, for instance, are well made. It leads me to believe that your problem lies in visualization."

"How do I fix that?"

"You have two options. The first is to move to a reality-based approach. That is to say, sit down with a picture and try to make that into a sculpture. I wouldn't recommend this though." A pause. "Have you seen the Van Gogh painting- Starry Night, I believe it was called."

"Of course I have," Bethany looked offended. "What artist hasn't seen it?"

You offered a benign smile. "I didn't mean to offend. Just checking. The entire painting is eerie. A night sky, a hill, a village, a cliff- all things found in reality; all distorted beyond recognition. The stars have halos surrounding them and the cliff looks like a cross between a tree and a wave. And yet the painting is beautiful.

"The reason I bring this up- and the reason I can't recommend the realist method- is because if you use it, you'll never produce something comparable. Artists that use that method tend to be like monkeys. Capable of reproducing what they see, but little else. Worse, the photograph exists. If I wanted to capture the scene in front of me, I'd take a picture."

Bethany nodded slowly. "That makes sense. You said there was another option?"

"Visualization. Taking a simple scene and remixing it in a way that hadn't been done before. To return to the Van Gogh painting- it has a simple base. One that is tied to reality. Villages, trees, and stars all exist. He just distorted them using his imagination and painted that."

"Isn't that what I was doing?"

You raised an eyebrow and pointedly looked at the statue's hair, making her flush. "Not well. The fault lies in visualization and imagination- both can be fixed rather handily, however. You just need to do what I say..."

You let out a wold whistle as Bethany re-enters the room dressed in nothing but a see-through pantie and bra set.

"Are you sure that this is necessary?" Bethany asked, a light blush spreading across her face as she shifted from one foot to the other.

"Of course. If you want to make a statue of a woman- well you're a woman, aren't you? We'll be using your own body as a base and modifying the image with other beautiful images. Constant exposure and immersion is a must. I know that this might be uncomfortable, but that doesn't matter. Beauty is all that matters, and you’re willing to do anything to see more beauty, aren't you?"

Bethany nodded, nervously at first, and then she paused. Seemingly rallying herself, she nodded again, this time with more surety. "I am." Her voice was quiet but resolved.

You immediately tested her newfound resolve by bringing out your phone and switching on your camera.

You had little doubt that Bethany had heard of '**** porn.' That is to say, cases where after a break-up the partner would release nude photos and sex tapes to humiliate their partner. If she allowed you to take photos of her in her current state of undress, then you could do something similar.

It made Bethany uncomfortable- but that was fine. It didn't matter whether she was comfortable, all that mattered was beauty. Outside of a minor flinch and a sharp intake of breath, Bethany didn't react.

"Not beautiful enough, my dear," you tutted. "Try smiling."

Bethany complied, a slow smile crossing her face. It almost looked sincere. You wondered how often she had faked smiles.

You snapped your first photo- and then you pushed onward aggressively. It was a fine balance between keeping her off balance and pushing so hard that she pulled away.

For the next shot, you had her spread her legs slightly. The shot after went just a step further, and the one after just a bit further than the last. After each step, you tutted as though disappointed. The disappointment spurred Bethany to try harder; with each new pose, she hesitated just a bit less.

Eventually, you got her where you had wanted her. Bent over an armchair with her ass sticking out, smiling saucily at the camera. You snapped a photo.

This time, you didn't tut and order Bethany into a new pose. Instead, you smiled and turned the camera around so that she could see. "Don't you look beautiful in this photo?" you ask before changing her goal post slightly, "You do, don't you? Looking beautiful is all that matters." Just a bit closer to what you wanted her to be.

Bethany stared at the photo transfixed. "Beautiful," she whispered in agreement.

"You are. You could be even more beautiful, you know."

Her head swiveled towards you, eyes beseeching.

"Lose the rest of the clothes. Micheal Angelo didn't dress his statues, did he?"

Even before you finished speaking, Bethany's hands were going to her bra, fiddling with the clasp. "Not like that," you interrupted, getting her to pause. "You want to embody the concept of beauty. Try to do it slower. More visually appealing."

Try to give me a strip tease. You didn't say the words, but both of you heard them.

Bethany didn't hesitate. Her hips swayed from side to side, moving in tune to a beat that only she could hear. As she danced, Bethany leaned forward just enough that you could see down her bra, into the valley formed by her breasts.

She offered a wink as she slipped the bra straps off her shoulders, one at a time. It fluttered to the ground like a butterfly in the wind, leaving her tits bear. They hung like a pendulum for just a second before Bethany straightened rapidly, the motion causing her breasts to lift before coming back down with a bounce thanks to gravity.

Still swaying, Bethany turned around. Instead of taking off her panties immediately, she pulled them together and up. They were skimpy to start with, but when Bethany pulled them together, they became as thin as dental floss. A move up resulted in them parting her pussy lips.

Another lean forward emphasized Bethany's best assets- her legs- and a quick pull left them bare as well.

Nude as the day she was born, Bethany spun towards you, looking excited. Slightly out of breath, she panted, "How was that?"

You are painfully hard, but you try to look unaffected. "Better than I would have expected, but worse than I had hoped." Bethany's smile drops. "Don't worry though. As I said, this isn't the work of a few hours. I have a few tools at my place that might help you." You were referring to the stripper pole, of course.

"How far away is your place?"

"I didn't mean now- well I suppose we could head over now, but we don't need to. There are a few things we can do to make sure that you're as beautiful as possible."

"Like what?"

"I think that we can both agree that you look better without any clothes on. It would make sense if you went nude when you're alone or when I'm around."

"That's," Bethany trailed off thinking it through. "That sounds like a good idea."

"Of course it does," you nod. "I came up with it and I come up with the best idea's. You should listen to them."

"Well, do you have any other great ideas?"

"Cum."

Bethany's brows furrowed, confused. "What-"

"You looked good while wearing skimpy clothes," you move closer, whispering into her ear. "You looked even better when wearing nothing at all," a hand goes down to her ass. "You'll look best when your cumming. You should be doing your best to cum as often as possible, and I'm willing to help." A finger slid into her cunt.

The best part was that she smiled at you, honest gratitude shining through as you started moving in and out of her. "Thank you."

Notes: I got stuck in this chapter, which is why it took so long. As it turns out, I'm not very good at writing bimbo chapters.

Shout-out to MSquared, my one and only patron! If you want to support me, then donate at patreon.com/malkuthze

Notes 2: I'm also turning this thread into its own story. Link: https://chyoa.com/chapter/Introduction.781939

Options for the next chapter: After thinking it over, turning skilled women into bimbo's defeats the purpose of getting them in the first place and goes against the story I set up. I introduced a grudge to justify it with Bethany, but we're no longer going to be doing that. I've gotten rid of all the bimbo options in arc 2, halving the choices. Given my story style, I'm focusing on the wants of the characters while giving you the options. That'll help you figure out how the chapter is going to go.

• Option 1: Lyarra- We chose to bimbofy Bethany, which means she is no longer going to be doing anything other than sucking our dick. We need a replacement artist and Lyarra (Pictured: Chloe Blue) is it. A shy and sweet twenty-year-old blonde struggling to piece together a social life. She wants to feel wanted and loved.
• Option 2: Haley May- A twenty-four year old, strong, feminist poet. She wants to be respected and admired.
• Option 3: Chione & Lapis- Identical twin belly dancers. They both enjoy their jobs- and the reactions they get. It makes them feel sexy and beautiful. The most overtly slutty of your court.
• Option 4: Chione & Lapis Bimbo- The bimbo option. Yes, I know I said I was getting rid of it, and I did for most girls. That said, I don't see how much brainpower belly dancing takes anyway and how this would adversely affect their performance. If anything, they'll like it even more.
• Option 5: Diana- Wants money. More specifically, she needs money to send back to her family in Romania.
• Option 7: Andrea- Wants to live a normal life. A small house with a picket fence, loving husband, and three kids while working a nine to five job.