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“What are you going to do…” he cringes, “mistress?” The deposed king visibly sweats as he asks.

“Strip down to your skin,” Brian commands.

The old man hesitates long enough for the tattoo to start burning, and he starts obeying as soon as it does, quickly leaving him as a wrinkled man in surprisingly good shape… seems he found an exercise routine he could stick with. I suppose while few people do, it is entirely possible to get all the exercise a body needs in bed.

When he's done, Charles nods at his souped-up animal companion, who follows through with the pre-arranged plan, casting a specific set of effects from Spheres of Power, turning the man into a caricature of a woman: Milk factories on her chest each bigger than her head, milk taps the size of thumbs, a tiny little waistline that a man can wrap his hands around, a caboose of similar size to her chest, hairless from her waist down, red hair down to her ankles, green slitted eyes, cat ears, a little bit of a cat muzzle (with whiskers), freckles, very narrow shoulders, and delicate hands and feet.

The newly minted woman raises an eyebrow, “Cheap laughs, then? This will wear off…”

“This is you now,” I interrupt, “this is your new base form. If someone casts Polymorph on you successfully, you'll turn into whatever they choose… temporarily. When that's done, you'll return to this.” Permanent Transformation: It's Instant. It will actually cause her body to resist other Polymorph effects.

“Also…” Alice walks up with a knife, and cuts off Anthony's ear, which seals itself up and starts visibly growing back, “...you'll be an eternal virgin. Your hymen will grow back every time it's pierced. You will always have that little pain reminding you of what you took from many of your victims.”

“Ah, none of you have…” he begins.

“Shut up,” Charles interrupts him, and the newly minted woman promptly closes her mouth.

“We're getting to that. You see, we're going to rent you out…” I chuckle, “...after I cast a few more spells on you…” which I proceed to do: Delay ****, Sustain, Sheltered Vitality, Deathward, and several others. We already solved the air problem with the Breathless upgrade from Alteration; Delay **** will keep him from dying of injuries, Sustain will prevent starvation and thirst, Sheltered Vitality will prevent the worst problems from disease or poison… while still allowing him to suffer from them… **** Ward will prevent most causes of instant ****, and so on. I make him very close to immortal… but don't increase his capabilities or blunt his ability to feel anything: He just won't die to anything other than old age and a small handful of effects which aren't particularly common. The kicker, though, is a casting of Conception I put on him after going through a few hoops (it's a personal spell). When next he sleeps with someone, he'll conceive a child… even if it doesn't make sense (e.g., his partner is a woman). Given the sheer number of illegitimate children he sired, it only seems fitting he goes through it at least once himself.

“By your leave, your Majesty…” Alice bows to the Queen, who nods, and we file out, walking the ex-king hugely naked and barefoot through the city, to a bordello we spoke with previously while planning this.

While we do, I plant some mind control on him… specifically the Control Undead spell, using Attuned Mysticism to make it apply to his type (humanoid). Yes, I could simply use Dominate Person… but he could eventually wiggle out of that, and as an enchantment it would give him that glassy eyed look that's so easy to spot. This won't, and also has no clauses about the subject refusing obviously suicidal orders: He will do ANYTHING I tell him, regardless of the consequences.

So of course, I give him orders: “You are going to be a good whore for the Madam. You will obey the Madam whenever it does not conflict with one of my orders. You will pretend to enjoy your new life. If anyone rescues you from the bordello by any means, you will return. When a paying client does something to you, you will respond as though you enjoy it, regardless of your own feelings on the matter. You will permit clients to dump their loads within you, using whatever holes they choose. You will be unfailingly polite. You will never injure anyone. You will never insult anyone. Each time you discover you are pregnant, you will tell the Madam. You will raise all children you bear to be good people, taking care of the children as much as possible within your orders. Your name is now ‘Slut’. You will introduce yourself as such. You will respond to the name. You will pretend to be happy that this is your name. You will not adopt any nickname that is less insulting. You will not reveal your prior name or identity in any way, shape, or form. You will always refer to yourself in the third person when speaking or writing, making sure to use your new name. You will not reveal your history prior to the time we put you into the bordello. You are never to deceive anyone unless the deception is strictly required to obey other orders I have given.”

Alice laughs, “What's your name?”

The ex-king immediately replies, “Slut's name is ‘Slut’.” His eyes go wide, “Slut meant to say ‘Slut’! Why can't Slut say…” she pauses, “Oh. Slut is compelled by magic.”

Oh. Easy fix: “Thank you for pointing out that problem. You will never reveal that you are under a form of mind control.” Even if it isn't a mind-affecting effect.

Soon enough, we're at the bordello we selected: The cheapest one we could find. We knock, and greet the Madam, “As discussed: One nearly immortal **** for rent. We will check in periodically to see how she's doing. Don't worry about abusing her, she can take it.”

The Madam looks over her newest ‘employee’: “She's everything you promised physically. What's your name, sweety?” She grabs Slut's chin.

“Slut!” the horribly enchanted man replies instantly and cheerfully.

The Madam nods, “Okay, Slut. Stick your thumb up your bum, then pull it out and suck on it.”

The deposed king seemingly-eagerly follows orders, acting like it's the tastiest thing ever. The Madam nods, “She behaves as expected as well. You mentioned she's basically unkillable?”

“Indeed,” Charles grins evilly, “stick a knife in her chest if you'd like.”

The Madam shrugs, and does so… the King screams, but the wound heals almost immediately after the Madam pulls the knife back out. Nodding, the dressed woman smiles, “You're going to make me ever so much money.”

“We'll drop by periodically to collect our cut,” Charles grins, “and do keep in mind: We are not people to cross. Stick to what we agreed.”

“I will…” the Madam assures us, and then we leave.

The truth is that the Madam will only have the old king for a few months. We hate him, but we're not complete monsters. Once he's visibly pregnant, the contact with the Madam ends, and we'll retrieve our property: A bordello is no place to raise a child, after all. The king will then become our maid wherever we end up living. And if the Madam tries to cheat the contract by killing the child… well, we did warn her.