Yes, it could help.

Though not fully trusting any royal official the apothecary’s story makes sense. Keeping you awake for today’s torture and your beauty intact for the slave auction is definitely in line with the sadistic fantasies of the judge. Besides, you have no desire to see your physically beauty scarred and you are also very thirsty.

“All right, I will drink it.” You signal in agreement.

The sergeant puts the flask to your lips and you begin to drink. Surprisingly, the liquid is quite sweet and very pleasant to the tongue. Easily, if not eagerly, you drink all of it.

“Good.” The apothecary comments. “That was over twenty times the normal dose. Who knows, you might get lucky and have some of its positive effects remain permanent.”

“Positive effects?” Startled, you question with concern. “Does that mean there are side effects?!”

In a more sinister voice befitting a royal official, the apothecary answers. “Of course my dear, with magic the greater chance of aid also increases the chance of side effects. The potion you just drank is called a ‘philterotos’, it is extreme rare and very expensive to make. The usually dose of a tablespoon costs over a thousand gold to create. I did not lie; its purpose is to temporarily give a boast to one’s endurance and regenerative properties. If too much is consumed over time, or especially in one dose, however, the effects can become permanent. The problem is that the negative side effects can become permanent too, and are more likely to do so. Considering how much you drank, I would think this will be quite likely.”

“What negative side effects?!” You protest.

Enjoying himself the royal apothecary continues his lecture. “A philterotos has an adverse effect on the drinker’s sexual drive. It causes one to be much more easily aroused. Even the slightest stimulus will bring intense waves of primal lust, but this lust is twisted with complications for each gender. Men will find it more and more difficult to ejaculate. For women, the opposite is true, they will be brought quickly to an orgasm and they will happen more frequently. If these side effects become permanent, it will lead to such a total addiction to the shameful act of masturbation that the drinker is eventually driven mad. Since the man can never complete the task and the woman ever craves ‘just’ one more.”

In desperation you ask. “Is there an antidote?”

“No there isn’t. Even if there was one, I of course wouldn’t give it to you. I will, however, give you two points of hope you can focus on. First, the chance of the potion’s negative effects increases or decreases depending on one’s natural sexual disposition. If you are a chaste saint, then there is a little chance of having any side effects. If you are naturally prone to lust, however, it will most likely destroy you.

“Second, the side effects of the potion are most influenced by the events that immediately follow after its consumption. So if in the next few hours you encounter something that arouses you it will increase the chance of a permanent side effect. If you should be unfortunate enough to cum during this time the risk of side effect dramatically goes up; multiple orgasms will guarantee it. If this happens the stimulus will become an all-encompassing fetish that will haunt your dreams and daytime desires all your days.

“So brigand, if you are a virtuous woman of the highest morals and the thought of having your ample body exposed to a mob of lustful men as the watch you endures bondage, sexual humiliations and painful torments doesn’t turn you on in the least, then you should be fine. However, if any these things secretly arouse a deep dark part of your soul, and your body surrenders to them, then considering the amount you just drank, your own perverted lusts will eventually consume you.”

You see a wicked smile peer through the apothecary’s hood. “You should be honored brigand, the judge spent a fortune on that elixir. No one has ever drunk as much at one time as you have. It will definitely protect your beautiful body from any damage and it might give you a permanent increase to your endurance, or even regenerative or longevity abilities. But if you are the whore the judge things you are, then you will actually enjoy today and become the perfect sex slave for the auction house.”

With a smile the royal apothecary waves at the sergeant. “Alright whipmaster, the criminal is now ready for torture, take her to the city square and make this whore beg.”

In rage you try to lash out at the apothecary, but he only laughs at you as the guards drag you up the stairs into the light of the outside street.