Strip her of her clothes

"Ah." You said. "I see we are still learning our place, dear princess."

She looked towards you, scowling.

"I'm not going to serve you." She said. "My people did nothing wrong. You attacked us, so of course we fought back!"

"Is that so?" You said, rising lazily from your throne. "Shall we ask the rest of the court? Shall we ask them whether your people did right or wrong?"

Around you, the people of the court were nodding, carried away by your words. The war was just over, everyone had lost something or someone. Resentment was strong. The princess was just flailing wildly, but she was actually making her situation even worse.

Slowly, you descended down the steps of the raised podium upon which your throne sat. The Princess blanched as you moved closer, but seemed determined not to flinch. Her defiant gaze met your own.

"It seems that we have much to teach you." You said. "But I am sure our friends here will help. Originally, I was just going to show you off, a trophy of the war. But if you refuse to bow, then you will have to be taught in a more active manner."

Before she could respond, you had reached her. The feel of her body so close to your own was enough to drive you into lust, and the sight of her naked skin was more than enough to do the same. You wanted her then and there, but didn't take her. Not yet. Not like this.

But it would be enjoyable nonetheless.

Her breastband was done up around her back. As she glared at you, reached around, your fingers playing with the knot. She realised what you were doing, and tried to back away , but the ropes - and the servants who held them - kept her in her place.

"Why are you doing this?" She hissed. "If you're going to kill me, do it. Don't toy with me like this!"

"A toy is exactly what you are." You replied. "And your eventual fate will not be ****, not so long as I find amusement in you."

A pull of the knot, and the grip went lax. Your hand closed around the fabric, and you pulled it free, the princess gave a start as she felt it whip away from her body, exposing her upper self. The crowd watched, she could feel her eyes, their gaze locked upon her naked chest. As you had noticed before, her breasts were not large, but they were not too small either They were well developed, pert. She flushed in embarrassment and shame, but could not cover herself. Her hands were tied. Her legs were shaking. Her eyes were wild, looking down and to the side, trying to find somewhere someone wasn't look at her.

"Behold." You said. "The body of a princess. She fine, yes? So lovely. This is the sight that she was saving only for her future husband, now revealed to all of you!"

You let a hand trail along her side, enjoying the feeling of her warm skin, the way she tried to resist and pull away, but could not. She jumped as your fingers began to stroke her breasts, slowly and lazily sweeping along them before everyone. You watched her try to close her eyes, try to pretend that none of this was happening, but it didn't work. The slow feeling of your touch against her naked skin denied such attempts. Stroking her, brushing lightly against her tender skin, the swell of her breast, and the tip of her nipple. It was soft and gentle, which only made it worse for her, you were sure.

Next, your hand went to her loincloth. Taking hold of the knotted cloth which kept it in place. She must have realised what you were doing, because her eyes opened wide with alarm.

"Please."

"Are you going to kneel to me?"

For a few seconds, you felt her dither, torn between the two extremes. Then, her resolve hardened, and she shook her head.

"Never."

"Now or later, you will do so." You told her. "Remember that, and know that everything which comes between now and then is your own fault."

You pulled at the knot, and it came undone. She froze like a statue, horrified as she felt the cloth slipping, slipping ever so slowly to expose her long, slender legs, as well as what could be found at the apex of them. Her pussy, nicely shaved thanks to the efforts of Sarah. The Princess seemed mortified as the thin layer of cloth fell to the ground at her feet.

"A princess bared for you all." You said to them. "Stripped naked for your amusement, and to provide some slender reparations for the harm that she and her people have wrought. Now, Princess Susan, I'll ask you one more time. Will you kneel?"