Yes

The man nodded, taking his place behind her. Almost gently, he whispered into her ear, something you didn't quite catch. It didn't matter, though. He started to kiss her, running his mouth along her smooth neck. She groaned and tried to twist away, but her body was bound tightly, and she couldn't move.

"P-please." She said. "D-don't... not in front of so many people..."

You didn't bother to answer her. Your soldier continued to work. One of his hands started to stroke her naked side, brushing his fingers against her pale, smooth skin. That hand slowly rose up, ignoring how she shuddered and shivered. A moment later, it grasped her breast. His fingers toying with her nipple, playing with it as he worked. She shuddered again, tried to look away. Her copper hair was a mess now, and her blue eyes were pleading but still defiant.

"I won't..." She mutterer. "I won't... I won't... I wo-Ah!"

That last part was because the guard had now started to toy with her lower self as well. One of his hands had stretched down, between her legs, and was currently stroking her lower self. Slowly, but with greater urgency. Her body responded even if she did not want it to, and she shivered again. Her legs trembled. She tried to swallow, her throat dry.

"You won't beat me..." She said. "I won't... I won't... I won't...."

The soldier simply continued to toy with her. Stroking her, kissing her, and fingering her all at once. You watched as her muscles strained beneath her skin, her body tensed, as if she could fight it off. Her willpower was impressive, you had to give her that. But even willpower would not be enough for much longer.

"I won't..." It sounded more like a **** plea now. Her voice was faint, her breathing sharp and rapid. her body was shaking, no, it was spasming. Her muscles clenched to try and deny the orgasm that was sweeping through her.

"Please no." She whispered. "No, no, no, no. Not like this. Not here. Not in front of everyone. I can't."

"You have ****." You said to her. "This is your place now. This is your role. A whore-princess, to be used as we see fit. Best get used to it. Now cum for us all, and show us your true self."

"Arrgh!" She twisted, throwing her head back. her muscles were clenched, fighting against the soldier's touch. Her eyes were pressed tightly closed, but even she could not deny you any longer. You saw the sense of defeat as she realised that she was not going to be able to stop it.

"No."

And then it was on her. Her body seemed to erupt with pleasure, she moaned, and spasmed, her body throwing itself against the ropes which held her. her legs shook, her face paled. Her chest heaved, she writhed in the moment, totally unable to stop herself. Her legs must have felt weak, because they collapsed under her, but the ropes held her in place. And that must have made her sudden climax even stronger, because she groaned again, her voice husky with lust and need.

As you watched in awe, that cute little princess contorted and twisted in the throes of orgasm. But that wasn't even the end of it for her. For as she did so, you watched her lower self explode with wetness, her cries echoing pleasingly through the hall.

The princess Susan squirted in full view of the whole court. Her body limp and weak, she fell forward as far as the ropes would allow, gasping for air, unable to comprehend what had just happened. She looked up at you then, the defiance in her eyes was weaker now, misted with disbelief at what she had done, and shame at the same thing.

"Untie her." You said. "And take her to my chambers. I think she is done for the night."

As the soldiers did what you asked - the princess too weak and shaky to even resist - you pondered on what to do about the one who had tormented her so well. Perhaps he would be worthy to bring into the fold?