Vrasha ponders over Sarah

It was hard for her to believe that any noble would forfeit everything so willingly to become a ****. Yet Sarah seemed so content with doing it. She began to wonder herself what it might be like. Unlike the slaves and **** masters she had grown accustomed to under her father and brother's reign of terror. They did despicable things! They would pull teeth or pull fingernails and toenails as punishment. They had no qualms about inflicting real physical harm that would disfigure their slaves. But here in Gelmina? Slaves were blissfully happy to be slaves. And Sarah? She had everything, including slaves of her own. Yet she gave it all up for the humiliating and degrading life of a ****.

As Vrasha began to imagine herself in Sarah's place, her hands began to roam freely all over her body. One hand finally ended up on her right breast while the other she thrust under her skirts and inside her panties. She imagined herself going through the cleansing ritual, being stripped of her royal clothing, her name, and her royal title. She was just about to cum when a knock came at her chamber door, suddenly jolting her back to reality.

"Just a moment please!" she called out. She quickly smoothed her dress and washed her hands. "I can't believe I actually thought about becoming a ****!" she thought to herself. "What in the Nine Hells has gotten into me?" She shook her head in disbelief as she walked to the door. When she opened the door, there stood...