Of course not.

The Akkadian was struck dumb with shock at what had just occurred. He stood folornly clutching his loincloth in place to avoid seeing the final humiliation of a whore's cunt. The Sorceress walked slowly around him smiling in pleasure at the result of her magic. When she was behind the assassin she reached out and ran her fingers over one of the smooth globes of the Akkadian's ass. The transformed man jumped as though stung at the touch and shuffled uncomfortably in his ill fitting boots.

"Very good. Very good indeed." The witch remarked. "No man could resist a tasty morsal such as you when offerred. Trimon will undoubtedly want to get you alone in his chamber."

"Little good that will do." The Akkadian protested. "Even looking like this he's not going to let me enter with swords and I lack the strength now to kill him with my bare hands."

"Ahhh, but you will have this." The Sorceress stated and completed her circling of the unhappy killer.

The mage held up one hand in front of the Akkadian. He stared at it dumbly, as it appeared that the Sorceress's hand was empty. When she simply waited with her palm outstretched he reached out tentatively with one hand. On her palm was a solid object that was invisable. His fingers told him instantly what the witch offerred, a dagger. He closed his tiny fist around the hilt and examined it by touch. It was small and thin bladed, but as sharp as a razor, an ideal weapon for cutiing a throat or piercing a heart.

"Those clothes will be no good though." The Sorceress said. "Both of you strip and swap clothing."

The Akkadian glanced at the whore, apart from the gauzy strip of cloth around her waist all that she wore was a few bangles and a pair of dainty slippers. Bodypaint was all that covered her upper body and limbs.

"I won't do it." The Akkadian declared. "This is a foolish plan."

"Then you'll remain as you are." The Sorceress stated with a laugh. "I'll not change you back until Trimon is dead. And there's few others with the power to do so and they will demand a high price for such magic."

The Akkadian growled angrily as he contemplated his choice, though the sound no longer carried the menace with his new voice. He decided that he had little option but to do as the Sorceress wished. He swore silently to himself that once he was back in his old form that he'd repay the Sorceress for this humiliation. He would fuck the bitch harder than she had ever known and leave every one of her holes aching and bruised.

"Alright then, I'll do as you ask." He agreed. "Let us get this task over with so I can have my old body back."