No!

Susan glared at you with shock. You could see the idea rippling through her being, and how she so hated it. Raised as a prim and proper princess, you didn't doubt that before her capture, she had never even considered something like that. She snarled and balled her fists, defiance filling her eyes.

"I won't ever do something like that!"

"Really?" You said, cocking your head to the side. "It seems to me that you have ****."

"I do have a choice, and you can't make me!"

You growled, annoyed now, you rose to your feet, and snarled at her.

"You do not have a choice, you stupid girl! You lost the war! You were beaten! You were enslaved! There is nothing for you now but what I have said! You do not have the right to refuse! If you try to do so, you will be punished!"

"So do it then." She snarled in response, crossing her arms across her breasts. "I am tired of being your toy!"

"We will see about that." You answered. "Lord of the Black Cloaks, I apologise for her behaviour. I did not expect her to be so defiant. I shall have her punished at once."

The Lord seemed most amused by this whole thing, which of course, only made it worse for you. You swore that you would punish the Princess for this, and severely! You rose up to call the guards, but paused, realising that if you did so, you would merely appear weak in front of the master of assassins, something you certainly did not want to do.

No, the only way out was to make her regret her defiance. You would punish her here and now, and allow the Lord of the Black Cloaks to watch!

"It seems that we have ****." You said slowly. "If Susan will not do our guest the honour of allowing him to use her, she will have to be taught a lesson. Lord of Assassins, would you care to assist?"

"Why, when it is put so elegantly, I don't see how I could refuse." The man said. "What do you have in mind?"

You turned to the table, anger making your motions quick and jerky, and swept the food from it in a rising clatter of broken plates. You'd made a mess, but you didn't much care right then. The anger was pushing you forwards. Making you bold. Susan tried to fight as you turned to her, but she was no match for your strength, and you dragged her on to the table. She gasped and struggled hard, but she was just not strong enough. The Lord of Assassins brought you rope, and you quickly secured her hands and legs, so that she was splayed open with her limbs to the sides. {Sarah} snarled and hissed, fighting back with all of her might. But once the ropes were set, there was nothing she could do. You reached down, and tore the silk from her body, leaving her shivering and naked.

As you worked, the maid, Sarah {if Loyalty (Sarah) =>20}turned away, averting her eyes as the woman was bound to the table. She seemed to try and ignore it, though she pressed her eyes tightly together as if to deny the sight. {elseif Loyalty (Sarah) <=20)Stood her ground, her eyes looking at the princess as she fought for freedom with so much futility. A spiteful look seemed to hang in her eyes, and she almost seemed eager for what would come next. {else}Stood her ground, unmoving in spite of the cries for help that came from the princess. She may have wanted to help, but even if she did, she had been punished herself more than enough to know how useless it was to resist.{endif}

The princess cursed you as she was tied up, until at last, when she could move no more, her burning eyes still seared into you, daring you to try and violate her. They promised resistance, in spirit if not reality.