Interlude: The Girls in the Dungeons

It was cold and wet in the dungeon. Cold and wet and miserable, and Susandidn't know what to say or do. For the first time in a long time, she was totally helpless. After Susan had finished with her lewd display, the two of them had been taken to the dungeons, the castle's lord had laughed as they were taken, promising them that there was much more to do.

Susancould only sit there, her back pressed against the cold stone. They hadn't bothered to chain her up, but the door to the cell was good and solid. Breaking out had been one of the first things she'd tried to do. Her body was still echoing with the pleasure and the shame of her previous encounter. She had been violated, and she still felt her legs shaking at the feelings she'd been **** to experience. Part of her wanted to cry; but she did not. She was strong, defiant, stubborn. Always had been.

One day, if her kingdom had not fallen, she would have been a queen.

Maybe she still would be. It wasn't over yet, or at least, so she told herself. She still had things she could do, she still had plans which she could drew up, she...

She....

Oh, who was she kidding? She felt a tremor pass through her body. Her nearly naked body. The Lord had ordered her stripped before she was taken from the room, all she had now was a loin-cloth which hung previously over her lower self, and a breast band which hugged her chest. Barely enough to even count as underwear. The rest of her had been left bare, from her long, slender legs, to her petite shoulders. Her copper hair, and her defiant face.

Susan had never been in a situation like this before. That much was true. She'd never even considered it. She'd known that wars happened, of course. She'd known that kingdoms lost, but usually, it would be a tithe of land, a trade of money, maybe some terms on a treaty. Nothing like this. Not for royalty.

She had some time to herself before the next torment was chosen. The Lord had said that she was going to be here all night. Slowly, the young woman looked around, the cold drawing goosebumps up from naked flesh.

There was one other person in the cell. The same woman who had humiliated her before, and who before even that had been her friend and servant. The woman called Sarah, attired in the same vein as her former ruler. She was looking away, her eyes downcast, gazing off into the distance. As if she didn't want to be there. Who could?