No, but maybe she wants something more?

"It's not something that you should be sorry for." Susan said slowly. She could feel the sting of tears in her eyes, the memories of her home so strong in her mind. She could almost hear the voices of friends and family now lost to the war, the echo of places she would never stand in again. She looked to Sarah, really looked to her, as she had not before. Sarah stood before her; her own body nearly naked but for breast-band and loincloth. Her blond hair falling to her shoulders. Her blue eyes heavy and piercing. Her body was inviting; her obvious desire was intoxicating. Susan wanted her, wanted to feel her, to stroke her, to tease her and be teased by her in turn. She wanted those things very badly.

But they were not all that she wanted.

"Sarah..." Susan said slowly. "Since I've come here... my body has been used. My desires have been twisted. I look at myself in the mirror, and wonder if I am even the same person anymore. Before I came to this castle, I never had sex at all. I was innocent, but now, I'm sullied. Not sullied because I had sex, but because of that bastard, and that he **** it on me. I feel...I feel lesser... like he has won something from me, and I don't know what it is. My hatred and defiance burn as strongly as ever, but I am starting to question my own body."

She sighed, reaching down one hand to her chest, and slowly enclosing her left nipple, her fingers gently encircled it, grinding against it in a soft, but insistent pattern.

"I do this..." She said. "And it makes me feel good. That used to be all there was to it. But now, when I feel this, I wonder if it is making me that bastard's tool. Senseless pleasure for no reason... throwing myself into sex and all that entails... I like that feeling. When you touched me, my nerves were on fire. My mouth felt so dry. I wanted you more than anything else. But that intensity... it scares me, Sarah. What if that's what he wants? What if Kanor is using this to get to me? My own body, my lust, I know he wants to take it and twist it, to...to pervert me into his perfect little toy... and if I do act like that... if I throw myself into sex, give myself to the pleasure, lose myself to my lust, I wonder if I am just doing his job for him."

She shook her head slowly, uncertainty filled her eyes as she stared at the maid, begging her silently to understand.

"If..." She said slowly. "If we do this... I want it to be more than just meaningless, Sarah. I don't want to just fuck and forget it. I want...I want..."

She sighed, her hands dropped to her sides in defeat.

"I don't know what I want. But mindless sex isn't it."