Have her strip naked, and then toy with her a bit.

The shaken look in her eyes, and the pale skin of her face showed you how afraid she was, even in spite of her attempts to hide it. Susan was far from happy right now. Her emerald gaze met your own, dark eyes, and she could surely sense just how serious both your command, and your earlier threat had been.

"S-strip?" she said.

"You heard me. I want you naked. Take off your clothes, or I'll bring in one of the guards to do it for you. Either way, you'll be nude by the end of this."

You could see her gulp. Her eyes had widened. Silently, she begged you for mercy, her earlier defiance now gone. You didn't give it to her. Just waited as the minutes ticked passed. Slowly, so very, slowly, her hands started to rise. She flushed bright at the thought of what she was doing as her fingers played over the lace of the uniform. Hesitantly, she picked at it, **** but with no other choice. She pulled one of the strings, and the lace came undone. She looked up at you, as though hoping that this alone would be enough.

It wasn't and she knew it. She looked like she wanted to beg for mercy, but she didn't. Her face slowly hardened into an expression of defiance; she knew she could not resist you, but she was also determined not to let you see her fear and despair. Trembling hands played at the fabric of her dress, and after a moment, the top half of it came undone. her hand clasped it over her head, bringing it slowly up, exposing her slim chest, her abdomen, and her bra. She shivered as she let the top of the dress drop to the ground. Red flaring on her face. She undid a hidden strap, and the lower half of the dress started to fall away as well. You leaned forward, naked lust in your eyes as you saw her long legs, her toned lower body.

She flushed in shame, trying to hide her eyes as she stepped out of the dress, now clad only in her underwear. You took a moment to truly catch your first sight of the Princess Susan. Under the clothes, her skin was as pale as porcelain, she had a slender build to her. Not unhealthy, but certainly on the smaller side of things by just a little. Her copper hair fell untidily around her shoulders as she looked away, her eyes half closed. Your own drifted across her naked body, firing your loins with imagination. The slender build worked on her, it really did. She was lithe, fast on her feet; not the strongest, but probably not someone to take your eye off if her arms and legs were any judge. They were toned, which made sense. As a princess, she would have had to take care of herself. There was not an ounce of excess fat on her body. Everything that was there had a purpose and a point. Even her breasts seemed small, though not so small that they were not worthy of your gaze. They were currently protected by a black silk bra, her panties were likewise wealthy seeming. Most likely, they'd been what she had been wearing when she was captured. You gazed at her long, slender legs, at her taut frame. She was blushing, her feet legs were half crossed as she stood. She clearly didn't want you to go any further.

Too bad.

"More."

She shot you a glare as her hands slowly went around behind her back. Stiff with fear and disgust, she fumbled for a long moment before the clasp of the bra came undone. Susan flinched as she felt its grip across her chest loosen. It fell forwards slightly, before stopping, still clinging loosely to her body. Reluctantly, Princess} reached out a hand and dragged it clear. Biting her lip cutely as she bared her chest for you.

"Not bad." You said, only making her flush more deeply with shame. "Not bad at all."

Her breasts were small, as you had noted. But they were perky, and seemed to have a firm foundation. They looked soft to the touch, and her nipples were a shade of pink. Each of them were semi hard, the shame of her situation combining with the cold of the air. She shuddered as she felt your gaze on her body.

"Next, your panties."

Susan hesitated for a moment, again, her eyes found your own.

"Please?"

"Are you willing to accept me as your master and do as you're told?"

She frowned, defiance sparking in her gaze. Slowly, you shook your head.

"Then, panties."

Hands shaking, she slowly pulled at the lip of her panties. She bent half over, looking towards the ground as she started to pull them down her body. One of her long longs was raised half into the air, you watched eagerly as she drew the last shred of dignity that she had down over her knees, then over one foot. The panties dropped to the ground, and Susan seemed to want to stay that way forever, hunched up and closed off. But she knew that you would not allow it, and so, so very slowly, she rose again.

Her lower body was as splendid as you had expected. Her lower self was slim, toned, and inviting. But one thing did draw your ire. She was unshaven. ginger hair marked her pussy, and though she had clearly taken pains to ensure that it was well cared for, it annoyed you that she still had some cover left.

"t-there." She stood before you shivering. Her arms had crossed over her breasts. Her thighs tried to block your view of her pussy. "Are you happy now? I have nothing left on."

"You really think we're done yet?"

She frowned at you, looked like she wanted to hurl a curse. But she thought better of it, turning her head aside to scowl at the wall.

"Just do what you're going to do."

You stalked forwards like a jungle cat. One hand fell to the knife at your waist. Easily, you unsheathed it. She flinched, seeing the razor edge of the blade.

You wanted her. You wanted to fuck her right now. In that instant, you were glad that you had managed to capture the fleeing princess. The whole war was made worthwhile in this moment. You wanted to feel the press of her naked body against your own, to knead her breasts with your hands. You wanted to feel your manhood sinking into her pussy, to glory in the pitch and tone of her moans as you had your way with her.

Not yet. You told yourself firmly. Soon, but not yet. You have to break her, and there is a way to go about that. You can't just do whatever you want, or she'll be able to resist.

That did not mean, however, that you could do nothing at all.

Blade in hand, you grasped the princess's arm with your other hand. Her skin felt silky and smooth, warmed by terror and shame. She flinched as she saw the blade, but it was not for her. Not like that, anyway. With no way to resist, she allowed you to lead her to the bed.

“Why are you doing this?” She cried. “Why are you doing this to me?”

“Because I wish to.” You said. “ And you are quite a looker with such an adorable body. How could I help myself? Speaking of which...”

You ordered her to lay back on the bed, reluctantly she did, though she lowered herself down on it as though it were a bed of nails instead of fine silk. Once she was prone, you could not help but allow your hand to dance across her marble skin. Your fingers tracing a path which made her shut her eyes in denial. Your fingers found their way to her breast, your thumb gently tracing the path of her nipple. She shuddered at the feeling, her head turning to the side as if to deny it.

"Tell me, Princess Susan. Has another man ever touched you like this?"

She grit her teeth, and shook her head, even as your hands continued to play over her body.

"N-no one."

"Then no one has ever touched you down here either?"

She braced herself as your hand moved to her lower body. her pussy was still hairy, but that didn't matter to you at that moment. Your fingers stroked her mound with a slow but increscent beat, and after a moment, you felt a drop of moisture stroke your hand.

"Hah." You smirked, and even though you didn't say anything more, the princess knew that you knew, and her shame was magnified. Susan sighed in relief as she felt you leave the bed, but that lasted only for a moment before you clapped your hands, summoning one of your servants. She nearly rose from the bed, her instinct being to hide her nakedness, but you **** her back with a barked order.

"On the bed, princess." You said to her. "And yes, I think you should spread your legs nice and wide for them as well."

She snarled silently, hatred and disgust in her eyes. But she knew she could do nothing else, and so, as you watched, she slowly spread her legs, with your urgings, they soon became as wide as she could spread them. You moved back to the bed, the blade in your hand tracing over her pale skin. She shivered as she felt its sharp passage, the tip digging into her skin just enough to be uncomfortable without cutting her.

"Don't move." You said to her. "If you move, this blade may actually cut you."

Mutely, she nodded. You could see there were tears in her eyes. You continued to allow the blade to roam across her body, slowly tracing a path over her shoulder, down her front. She closed her eyes as she felt the tip encircling her left breast, and gasped a little as she felt it heading lower and lower.

There was a noise at the back of the room as the servant you had summoned emerged from your private chambers. You had prepared her earlier, so when she slowly entered the room, you were absolutely ready.

The princess however, was not.

The servant was a young woman in her twenties. Her hair was golden blond, cut short by your orders as she had once had some pride in it. Her had green eyes, like the princess herself, and her bust was of a generous size. She was mostly naked, and you had had her nipples pierced. A thin chain was threaded through them, binding her chest and making her easy to grab at a moment's notice. She was wearing absolutely nothing to cover her upper body, save for a collar which you had placed around her throat. The chain which linked her breasts also had a thread that ran down to her pussy. The hood of her clitoris had been pierced as well, and a slender golden ring had been inserted. To this, the chain hooked, so that her breasts and pussy were connected by a single strand of metal.

The princess looked up in spite of herself, and at the sight of the servant, her eyes widened.

"Gods, Sarah?"

The **** looked away, her free hand moving to the collar at her throat, her other hand closed around the extended length of the chain which connected to her private areas. She looked like she wanted to be any where else.

"Sarah, yes." You said. "Do you like her, Susan? She was your friend, right? We caught her trying to flee the city a few days before the final battle. One of my soldiers recognised her and brought her to me. Do you like what we've done to her?"

"Bastard!" Susan hissed. "What did you do to make her like that?"

"You mean the piercings?" You said. "A fairly simple procedure, though not a willing one. It does however let us control her more easily. Sometimes, when we were training her, we would connect a chain to each different piercing, and torment her by pulling slowly in opposite directions. Oh, how she would beg then."

"Monster!"

"From your point of view? Probably."

"Sarah..." The princess addressed her former servant and friend. "Sarah please... please don't look at me."

The **** tried to obey, but you interrupted.

"No, Sarah. You should look at her. See her for the first time as she really is."

"No, please."

Sarah looked like she wanted to resist. She wanted to do as her princess commanded. But you had already taught her well the price of refusal. She gazed at the princess, in spite of the former royal's objections, Susan pleaded and begged, but Sarah would not - could not - turn aside.

"Keep your legs spread." You said to her. "In fact, reach down and spread your pussy lips as well. Let Sarah see absolutely everything."

The princess glared at you as she did what she had been told. You could feel the hate, the defiance, radiating from her body in a constant pattern. But she had **** but to obey, and slowly her hands reached down to her lower self. each one gently taking hold of one of her lips, and then, quickly, probably so she would be able to do it before she hesitated, she spread herself wide. The princess was now fully exposed.

"As you can see, Sarah, your royal mistress has something of a messy pussy. Do you have the tools I left for you?"

"Yes." Sarah said quietly.

"Then you know what to do. Shave her, but be careful about it. I don't want her nicked or scratched, do you understand? Or you truly will be begging for your punishment to cease."

Sarah paled, but nodded slowly.

"Y-yes, my lord."

"Good. princess, you can stop exposing yourself now, though leave your legs wide open. Sarah will need access to you, after all."

Sarah slowly walked towards the bed, you could see now that she had indeed brought the tools you had given her. A small saucer of cream, and a sharp bladed razor. As the princess squirmed, trying not to beg, Sarah dropped to her knees with a clanking of chain. She reached out slowly, Susan closed her eyes with a hiss as she felt Sarah's hands begin to stroke her lower self. The cream you had chosen was cold to the touch, and she must have felt it over her lower self. She shook her head, her eyes pressed tightly closed as Sarah moved in with the razor.

Sarah worked slowly, methodically, determined not to scratch the princess. Susan moaned and groaned with each touch of the razor. More in despair than pleasure, it had to be said. But you enjoyed it anyway. After a while, it was done. Sarah withdrew slowly, the princess was now naked from the neck down, her hair cut back to expose her mound and labia. She burned in the face as she felt your eyes on it.