Enjoy the Show

The princess could only resist weakly as Sarah worked her lower body. The former servant’s fingers traced almost gently over the princess’ body. The girl tried to resist, you watched as her muscles bunched under her soft skin; as she twisted and writhed, trying to escape her bounds. But she could not, and you knew that she could not.

Sarah had not originally been skilled in the art of female masturbation. Though, she’d doubtless played with herself many times, she hadn’t ever practiced on another. That had changed when you had captured her; as you had said, most prisoners of war faced bad ends. They were executed, or enslaved. Some of them – such as minor nobles or wealthy merchants – might be ransomed off instead. Needless to say, a maid had little prospect of that, so when she had come into your possession, Sarah had expected little else but a swift end.

You had not allowed that; you’d seen in her a glimmer of potential, the way she had looked with clapped in irons. The despair in her eyes, the way her frame filled out ever so nicely. You had known right away that there was something in her you could use. So you’d had her trained, and disciplined, and tormented as well. She had been stripped of her clothes, made to live naked in her cell. Her breasts had been pierced, her nipples given rings so that she could be chained by them when desired. She’d been made to orgasm, again and again and again, until she lay panting on the floor like a whore.

All in all, her transformation was total. Though, she recognised her childhood friend, and though you could see the shame in her eyes at what she was doing, she didn’t hesitate even for a moment. You wanted to laugh as you watched her work. Her fingers gently probing the pussy of the princess she had sworn to guard and serve. The princess was on her back, spread-eagled, unable to defend herself. All she could do was beg and cry. And as much as Sarah wanted to listen, she couldn’t.

The princess had just orgasmed, so she was sensitive. Each probing touch by her friend must have seemed a torment. She must have rued the day she came to your castle then, as she felt herself touched and stroked, and played with.

You felt yourself growing stiff as you watched the show, one of your hands going for your engorged member, stroking it slowly. The princess was shuddering now, breaking deeply as she tried to look away from her friend. Each gasp made her breasts jut forwards, the sweat which slicked her form seemed to make her shine in the torch light of the room. She was lithe and slender, and caught in the throes of pleasure, she was more desirable than ever.

The princess groaned as she came again. Her legs twitched, her hands curled into fists, pressing so tightly into her palms that her nails cut into them.

“P...please...” She gasped. “Please… you’ve had enough… you’ve mocked me and shamed me… please stop this…”

“I don’t think so.” You said, standing up slowly. “You see, this is going to be your life now, princess. Not to sound cruel, but well, you’re not likely to survive in any other capacity. As a noble, you’d be a threat to me and my reign. You could rally an army. As a servant, you might escape. So we can’t have that.”

As you spoke, you walked towards her, gesturing for Sarah to stand away from the bed. The blond did with a bow of her head, and you walked slowly towards the shivering princess. When you were close enough, you ran your hand along her side. Feeling the supple smoothness of her skin; the gentle motion of her breath. The warmth of her life.

“So I tried to find some way to keep you alive.” You explained to her. “Since I always thought you were by far the most desirable of your sisters. I am not emperor yet, so I cannot simply order it, you understand. Even if I did, the amount of influence it would take to secure that...well, it would ruin me. But then, I thought to myself. Just how can I ensure that you are no threat to me, and yet allow you to remain alive?”

Your hand traced higher slowly, brushing against her skin. She tried to shy away from you, but could not. Your fingers closed upon her breasts, squeezing gently, just enough to remind her of your power over her.

“So I realised, that there was a way to do it. All I had to do was to put you in a position where none could doubt your total and absolute defeat. That way, no former allies would rally to your cause, and none of my own allies could doubt my power. That’s right, my adorable little princess. I am going to make you into a whore.”

The princess flinched at that, her green eyes gazing up into your own, silently pleading with you to stop. It fired your loins, made you want her even more.