No

Sarah looked up at the heaving, gasping form of the girl who had been her friend. Susan was a real mess right now. Her body was slicked with sweat, and the effort of resisting her torment had made her worn and weary. Her copper-tinged hair hung in bundles all around her face; her eyes were wide with desperation. She was tied to the throne with strong ropes, which bound her tightly so that she could not move even an inch. Her chest was likewise cocooned in rope, wrapping around to her back, her breasts stood out straight and firm, and she was grinding almost mindlessly, trying to get herself off.

Sarah stood for a moment, thinking silently. Trying to decide what to do next. Susan looked so ****, so needy. She felt moved to help her, but...

But at the same time, she remembered what Susan had said to her before. That because of her, they were both toys now. Anger rose in her then. The same hurt anger which she had felt back in the dungeon. Susan had had no idea what she had gone through! She had no idea what torments Sarah had been **** to endure before she broke! Yes, she'd cracked in the end, but what human wouldn't? Even the princess himself was being pressed sorely now! Sarah remembered the judgment, the pain of betrayal from someone who was supposed to be her friend...

Now, look at her. The princess who was so proud, so haughty, gasping and begging like an animal for release. And she, the one who now had power...

"S-Sarah, pl-please. I can't take much more. You have to... Ah! You...you have to help me..."

Sarah looked down at the princess, at her sopping wet pussy. At her bound form. At her total helplessness, and came to a choice. It was a dark, spiteful choice, but one that she was comfortable with then and there. All the rage and helplessness she had been feeling up to that point, all the shame and fury had finally found a way to earth itself.

She looked at the princess and slowly shook her head.

"No."

"Sarah! Sarah!" The Princess moaned, crying slightly as the heat in her lower self continued to pulse forth within her. Her skin was screaming with sensation; her mouth felt so very dry. A terrible numbness was spreading through her mind as the need to climax became more and more powerful.

"I said no." Sarah replied. "After what you said to me before, you think that I am going to help you now? You think that this is the worst thing that they're going to do to you, Susan? You think this is the worst that they did to me?"

She strode forwards, angry now. "You think that being tied down to a chair and tormented like this is so bad? Wait until you're **** to do it with everyone watching! Laughing and mocking you as you beg for release! Beg, Susan! As you're paraded in front of the whole castle, naked and chained, with nothing at all to protect your dignity when you're **** to spread your legs for them! You think this is bad? I will show you bad!"

Carried away by her anger, she stepped forwards, towering over the captive princess. Before Susan could plead at all, Sarah reached down and removed the bottle from her lower mouth. Susan sagged, gasping for air. Amazed at the release, even if only a minor one. As for Sarah, she examined the bottle, turning it back and forth, careful not to touch the potion itself.

"I know this liquid." She said. "It was used on me when I first arrived. It's terrible, isn't it? The way it gets to you. It starts out as small irritation, like an itch. But it gets stronger and stronger, doesn't it? And quickly too, until you feel like your lower self is blazing with heat. But it doesn't hurt, it just makes you so empty, so needy. You feel like you're in pain because of it. The desire hammers at your every thought, you feel like your skin is on fire, you're so sensitive even the air brushing against you is like a lover's touch. After that, your throat becomes dry, and you start to gasp and pant, like an animal in heat. Then, it really gets going, and you start to beg for release. You'll do anything, absolutely anything at all to climax. Is that where you are right now?"

"I...I want to cum..." Susan admitted, shame-faced, blushing. "Almost more than I've ever wanted anything else... this **** is like a torment to me... Every breath is ragged...I can't think about anything else!"

"Yeah." Sarah said. "That's how it was for me too. So ****. So wanting... But do you want me to let you in on a secret?"

"W-what is it?"

"Hmm." Sarah stepped away from the throne for a moment, walking slowly around it. The bottle was in her hands, so cold to the touch. Still half full of the potion. Sarah held it carefully, and kept her hands away from the top of it where it might make contact with her skin. She knew from experience that it didn't just effect your lower mouth. That was just the worst way to insert it in someone, so that was what they did. It could act through the skin as well, and even clothing if it was thin enough.

Sarah paused, behind the chair now. Susan was tied down in such a way that she was often looking directly up, her head lying askew from the back of the throne. She looked up, and saw Sarah holding the bottle, saw the look on the maid's face and shuddered.

"No, Sarah, please wait I-"

She hissed halfway through the sentence as she felt the liquid drip against the bare skin of her shoulder. Susan gave a yell, flexing as she tried to get out of her bounds. They held, of course, and a moment later, she felt her skin start to burn with desire.

"The trick to this potion is that it is localized." Sarah said. "It travels a bit, but not much. Sure, it plays merry hell with the senses of the area is lands on, but, for example, if it gets in your pussy, your arms, your chest, your neck and your legs are all fine."

Susan writhed now, desperately trying to free herself, her eyes filled with tears.

"Sarah, please don't do this! I know I was nasty to you, but I am sorry! I was upset and angry and I took it out on you! Please don't do anything else!"

"Hmmm." Said Sarah again. her heart was beating frantically, she had no idea why she was doing this, except for the anger which continued to propel her forwards. She clutched the bottle carefully, watching how where it splashed against Susan's skin, the skin seemed to redden slightly. There was half a bottle left. Enough to do some serious tormenting.

Should she do it? Should she do it or just leave now that she had made her point?