The Next Day

The next day, the two women were tense. Tenser than normal, even for them. The sun was rising now, and soon, the guards would come for them. Susan felt a squirming in her gut as she contemplated the day ahead. She would surely be **** to partake in yet another humiliation, as Kanor tried to break her. She wondered what it would be this time, and whether her will would be strong enough to resist.

Sarah looked to her, seeming to read her fear on her face. She gave a tight little smile, not much, but probably the best she could muster considering her own situation.

Susan frowned, picking at the chains around her neck as her stomach flipped. She felt tense and nervous, knowing that she would soon find herself tested again. She shook her head, trying to clear if off the darkest imaginings that it was throwing out at her.

{ifSarahRomance=true}Beside her, Sarah caught a glimpse of her fears. Her hand snaked out, gripping Susan's own, the heat of the contact made allowed her to ground herself, and after a moment, she managed a faint smile.{endif}

Before much longer, they heard guards coming down the corridor towards them. They had time for one last shared look before they heard keys in the lock. The door swung open, and several guards entered the room.

"All right, whores." They said as they stepped into the cell. "You both know the drill by now. Place your hands forwards, and we'll get this over with."

Susan did as she was told, knowing that if she resisted, they would simply **** it on her anyway. She placed her hands forwards, her wrists together. A moment later, she felt cold metal as a set of cuffs was clasped around them. They locked, and a chain was connected to the cuffs. One of the guards tugged her forwards viciously, and Susan staggered towards them. He caught her with a hand to her chest, his fingers splayed over her breast.

"Close one there, eh?" He smirked down at her. "Nearly fell, and wouldn't want that. Or maybe... maybe you just wanted to feel the touch of a real man?"

Susan scowled at him. {If SarahRomance = true} She could feel Sarah's gaze on the back of her neck, and found it in herself to snarl .

"Your lord wouldn't want to hear that. Are you saying that he's not a real man?"

The guard reacted as though struck, his hand lashed out, snapping her head to the side with a ring of flesh on flesh.

"Quiet, whore." He snarled. "We don't keep you alive for your mouth."

She glared at him, her eyes defiant, promising retribution in the future. The man shifted uncomfortably. Suddenly, his bravado seemed to fade, as he tried to loom her into submission.

"You won't be so happy later." He snarled. "Wait until you see what we've got for you, bitch."

"Maybe so." She hissed. "But at least any pleasure I feel is ****. You'd probably open your legs for Kanor and whimper sweet nothings into his ear as well. All for the hope of finally actually being allowed to have some respect in this castle."

The man snarled, his hand raised again to strike her. Susanbraced, but the other guard stopped him.

"Enough." He said. "The Lord Konor would not be amused if we harmed his toys. She'll get what's coming to her."

"Aye." The first guard growled. "That she will. And we'll see if she's still laughing then."

{else}Susan said nothing as the guard snickered to himself. Forcing her to her feet with another vicious yank of the chain. She yelped as she felt it pull against her arms, and staggered as she managed to get herself up right.

"Do we have time to mess with them a little?" The first guard asked. "The Lord said he wanted the Princess, but surely, we have a little bit of time? Enough time to have some fun?"

He pulled her forwards again via the chain connected to her cuffs, and she stumbled, as she did, she felt his hand stroking her pussy through her loincloth. She shuddered, his thick fingers working at her greedily through the fabric.

"No." The second guard said. "Not yet. We have to bring her to the Lord. That's our duty. The Princess is not for the likes of us, we're common born as dirt. He and his lords want to see her shame. As for us, we'll just have to find the other one later."

He leered at Sarah.

"No one cares about her. We can do anything and everything we want to her."{endif}

Susan felt the guards pulling at her body, forcing her to walk behind them. She shoot one last pleading look back to Sarah, only one thought in her mind.

Let this work. Gods, please, let this work.