Of course not! You had something prepared in case this happened!

"Ah, she is a stubborn one, is she not?" You laughed. "Managing to defy us even now. But good people, I think she underestimates us. Before I set up this little show, I had something prepared. Guards, cut her down from there, and then bind her to the throne. I have something for this, but I need her to be sitting down for it."

The guards did as you asked. They cut down Susan, who was by now far too weak to resist. She hung limply, gasping for air as they guided her to the throne you had recently used. They **** her to sit upon it and more rope was brought. Susan was **** to sit at an angle, with her back against the raised back of the seat. Her legs were splayed over the arm rests, and then tied there so that her pussy was exposed to the whole court. By now, she was starting to come around properly again, and managed to struggle, so you had one of the ropes strung down form the roof, and used it to tie her arms above her head. It was an uncomfortable position to be sure, with her legs tied to the arms of the throne, and her arms above her head. Her muscles must have started to ache almost at once.

You kept the rope which bound her breasts, and tied it to a second set of ropes bound around the back of the throne, so that she was pulled tightly against it. Now, she could not move her arms or legs, or even her body.

"What are you going to do, Kanor?" she asked with a snarl of defiance. "I already beat your game. Nothing more you can do will hurt me."

"We shall see." You said, withdrawing a potion from your coat. As bottles went, it was an odd design. Long and cylindrical, tapering to a point near the top. There was a single small hole about the size of a pin drilled into it, and within, a strange orange liquid.

"Do you recognise this, oh princess Susan?" You asked her. Before she could answer, you rubbed it against her inner thigh, and she yelped.

"That bottle's cold!"

"Of course it is!" You laughed. "I had it made out of nevermelt ice! Enchanted by the court wizard just for you. It is as cold as it was the day it was frozen, but it will not melt, nor harm you in any way save for the uncomfortable feeling. As for the potion within it, well, that is something else. It is an aphrodisiac, intended to make you more sensitive. combined with the feeling of the bottle, I imagine it will be quite torturous."

"I am not going to drink that!"

"You misunderstand." You laughed. "It doesn't go in your mouth. At least, not that mouth."

You bent down between her legs. She grunted, trying to **** them closed, but the ropes held her tightly. Her lower self was absolutely sopping, even if the guard had not managed to make her climax, he'd clearly put his heart into it, and she was still feeling it. So it was easy for you to pry her lips apart - ignoring how she winced as you did - and slid the sharp end of the bottle in. She resisted by clenching her muscles, but the bottle was angled, and her position on the throne made it so that gravity was against her as well. Before long, the bottle was wedged into her as far as it could go. By the look on her face, she was already feeling the cold.

"The top of the bottle is punctured." You told her. "Soon, the potion will begin to drip into you. Not much of it, just a drip here, and a drop there. Enough to gradually raise your level of arousal. And the bottle itself is made of ice. Not enough to make you climax so long as it isn't moved. But combined with the potion, it will let you have little rest, and keep you constantly wanting."

You turned away from her.

"You had the chance to climax. Let's see if you're still so defiant tomorrow when we return"

And with that, you led the court from the room. Having the doors locked and barred to anyone but the servants. This done, you retired to bed for a good, long sleep.