Accept.

You smile. The girl is being as rational as she can be. Serum girls are never fully rational, ruled by their bodies hormones, genetic impulses, needs and emotions. You can see that a part of her is relishing the danger and thrill of being trapped as a common **** girl forever. There is something perversely fatalistic about serum girls, the way they toy with their freedom, almost wanting it to be stripped from them. "I don't make deals with slaves," you state. You see her eyes flash with anger as you turn to Cheeve. "What will you do if she doesn't want to come back?"

"That won't happen," Brule asserts.

"Quiet ****," you order, "you will speak only when spoken too."

Cheeve frowns, clearly not having considered the possibility, "You'll get your money and I'll take her. In chains if need be."

"Cheeves!" she cries. Her voice is choked with mixed emotions. Fear, anger and a subtle undercurrent of desire.

You sit back in the cushions and take a draw upon the hookah pipe. "Tell me girl. What did you do to Duke Panz' daughter to earn your fate?"

"I," she hesitated, her face reddening at the memory. Clearly it pained her now that she was a woman.

"The truth," you prompt, "I need to know any risks I might be taking. And if I have to investigate it might draw unwanted attention."

She nodded as she weighed her words. "I took her innocence. She was besotted with me and I made her take herbs of fullness for my amusement. She grew unbecomingly voluptuous for a lady. I slipped her some **** honey and got her with child ... then I left her."

That sounded like the scoundrel you knew. Kira's fate would have been a great joke amongst Brule's friends. And you can understand why Lord Xeft did not take punitive action against Panz. This was an indiscretion best kept quiet.

"Thirty gold at the end," you state.

Brule gasped. "You thief!" You wait a moment. "Very well," she concedes.

"Good, Cheeves, I shall see you in four weeks," you state dismissively.

Cheeves stands awkwardly for a moment then turns, pulls aside the curtain and departs.

You clap your hands. Khali appears at the curtain. "Get Vola please," She nods and departs.

"Who is Vola?" Brule asks. You ignore her question and reach forward, grabbing hold of her jeweled brassiere.

"What are you doing?" she asks.

"Inspecting my new ****," you state as you pull the garment from her. Her small breasts sway free, her nipples pointed with excitement

"You -" she starts then stops as you raise your eyebrow. You nod then continue your inspection, taking a measured handful of her breast then caressing the bud of her nipple

"A little too slim for my liking... You say you used herbs of fullness upon Duke Panz' daughter? I think you would benefit from them as well," you trail a hand down towards her loin cloth.

"That was not part of our deal," she states, shivering beneath your touch, moving into you grasp, "you are to change my appearance so none shall know me!".

"I have altered the deal, prey I do not alter it further," you state mockingly. Her skin is flushed and hot. You grab the loin cloth and tug it down gently. She unconsciously moves her legs to help you. The scant garment falls to the furs at her feet. She stands before you veiled in translucent silks.

You pause and look her in the eye. She meets your gaze for a moment. There still remains the fire of the young lord there, struggling to survive in this strange prison of her needful flesh. Clearly she clings to the illusion that this is still play acting, that when it is over she can return to her pampered royal existence having satisfied her curiosity. She is so naïve.

Then she looks down at your hand expectantly. "Tel me girl. At these **** clubs. Were you ever brolled?" your hand reaches towards her sex.

She swallows. "No."

"Really? Why?" You tickle her pubic hair teasingly.

"I forbade it. I wanted it, god how I wanted it, but I could not let go. Something always stopped me."

You consider her words as the curtains part and another **** girl enters. "This is Vola, a natural ****" you state. "Undress please,"

"Yes master," she says and promptly complies. The pair of naked girls are beautiful and almost identical. Vola is slightly more rounder, having previously been given herbs of fullness, her face is also exotically made up and upon her breast there is a **** tattoo. But there is difference between their demeanour and poise that is much more pronounced.

"Vola for the next five days I want you to instruct this girl in the workings of the house in the training room. Then she shall assume your duties."

"Yes master," Vola turns to look at the girl and smirks, "a serum girl?" She asks.

"Yes, but you will talk of this to no one."

"Yes master."

"So ****, have you thought of a female name?" You ask Brule drawing again upon the hookah pipe.

"Tika?" she says.

You shake your head. "No. I was thinking Vola," you say with a smile as you stand and approach her.

"Vola?" she asks, a little uncertainly.

"Now both of you dress," you clap your hands and Khali arrives. "Get them masks. Lock them in the training room. I want Vola given serum to change her appearance. Top grade serum to buy her silence," you look Vola directly in the eye, "if you talk about any of this to a single soul I shall put you in the body of a horrid drab and you shall clean the privies in filth for the rest of your life." You pause to let the threat hang, "and from now on we will call you Tika." You flick one gold coin at Khali. "Also arrange for the tattooist to give the new girl, who is to be Vola, a temporary tattoo that matches Tika's. And temper Vola's diet with herbs of fullness to match Tika's."

As the three girls depart you congratulate yourself on you cleverness. You enjoy the rest of your pipe and then the curtains part and Pohst enters and sits down beside you. "Is Yohsl talking yet?" he asks.

"Yes, she is coming along nicely."

"Excellent," Pohst says and feel a sudden pain in your leg. You look down and see a syringe. Serum! You start to climb to your feet, to yell for your guards, but Pohst puts his hand over your mouth and holds you down. You struggle for a moment, thoughts racing. Even if you alert the guards your manhood is lost. You slump in resignation and look down one last time at your male body. It was such a fine body.

Pohst, the betrayer smiles before you. You realize that this must have been his plan all along. Take out Yohsl and yourself and rule your empires. You curse yourself for being such a blind fool. You should have taken more precautions...

You blink groggily as the **** reaches your brain. Your body feels heavy. Lifeless. And then darkness comes.