Camilla has some ideas

Now that the contract was done and signed, Megan stood before Charles and Camilla looking very sheepish and concerned. What were they going to do to her?

Camilla got up from her throne and eyed her new ****,

"Well obviously these clothes will need to go," Camilla opined, pinching at Megan's lovely green dress as she walked around her,

"What?" Megan exclaimed, shocked that Camilla would just so casually say this,

"Well of course, you whore," Camilla sneered, looking Megan up and down, "slaves aren't deserving of gucci dresses and prada shoes," standing before Megan she continued, "and remember you must only speak when spoken to!" Megan was horrified that things were happening so quickly. She just nodded, defeated,

"Yes, m'"

"What was that, ****?!"

"Yes ma'am!"

"Very good, ****. Now get those clothes off. All of them!"

Megan couldn't believe this was happening. It was all a bad dream, but she just nodded tearfully and began to unzip her beautiful dress. Once this was slipped off she stood before them red-faced, in just her white bra and matching lingerie set, complete with suspenders and tights. Remembering that Camilla had said all of them, Megan first slipped off her shoes, silently saying goodbye to them, then embarrassingly unclasped her bra, covering her breasts as they dropped to the floor. Then she unbuttoned her suspender belt, leading to her tights coming off, and finally her panties, finally standing naked before the King and Queen. It was horrifying!

"Hands at your side, ****!" Camilla laughed as the humiliated former Duchess reluctantly uncovered her body, "very nice, ****!" she complimented her new property, eyeing every detail of the olive-skinned actress, "you will of course keep yourself fit and healthy while you serve us, ****."

Megan nodded, hating how hot her body was becoming under the intense gaze of the Royal Highnesses,

"Generally, you will be kept naked," Camilla continued, "sometimes we will dress you for certain occasions, or because we want you to wear certain outfits, but otherwise you will be naked in the palace. Any attempt to wear clothes without permission will be punished."

Naked in the whole palace? Megan wailed internally, but there were all sorts of servants and dignitaries walking around. They would all see her nude?!

Camilla approached Megan, and to the new ****'s horror, reached between her legs. Megan wanted to recoil but she knew she had ****, and allowed the older woman to feel around there,

"You've done well to keep the hair down there neat and trim ****, but you will shave it all off from now on. I will allow no hairs below your head, understand?"

Megan nodded again listlessly in response,

"Now!" Camilla turned towards Charles enthusiastically, "I think we should brand her now!"

Megan's eyes widened! This was getting worse every second!

"Yes I agree," Charles concurred languidly in his throne, "My dear wife, if you could do the honours of taking our new **** to the stables. I believe our blacksmith will have branding tools appropriate for the occasion."

"With pleasure, darling," Camilla grinned evilly, "come along ****! Let's make sure the world knows about your new position in life!"