"Kinky?"

"Kinky?" Susan raised an eyebrow, slowly working her body as she felt sensation return to her. "That's not something I ever considered calling myself..."

"Maybe not." Sarah laughed. "But I can't think of anything else to call you. Given what you said both this time and last time, it looks like our little innocent princess has a naughty side as well. It seems to me that you like to be punished and humiliated in your fantasies."

"Well, maybe a little." Susan pouted. "I mean, it doesn't hurt anyone, right? It's not like I'd ever want the same thing to happen to me in real life. Though... I do admit... what with everything that's happened since we were both brought here, I wonder if I really should think about things like that... My dreams and fantasies were always about power. Sometimes, I had it, but more often, I lacked it. Being **** to do things... being made to **** myself, I always got a kick out of that."

She blushed as she admitted it, a hand rising to shield her face as though she were ashamed.

"It was only ever a safe fantasy. I never meant it to be real, you know? But it is real here and now, and for the first time, I'm feeling it. This isn't... this isn't what I wanted, Sarah. This isn't what I wanted at all...am I a bad person for fantasising about this sort of thing?"

"Don't be stupid." Sarah said, reaching a hand out for the princess' arm, and forcing her to reveal her face again. "You like to be submissive in your fantasies, that's not a bad thing. You do what yu want to do, no one gets to tel you how to feel, or what gets you hot and bothered. So long as you're aware of the difference between fantasy and reality, so long as you don't hurt anyone, and don't plan to hurt anyone. What you do with consenting partners is your own business. And if you want to feel degraded or helpless, then you're allowed to experience that if you like. Just because some asshole bastard wanted a pair of slaves, it doesn't make your fantasy bad. It's just...reality and fantasy are different, you know?"

Susan smiled.

"Thanks, Sarah. I needed that. I've been...I've been worried since all of this started that my fantasies were a character flaw, something that Kanor would use against me. I was... I was afraid of my own nature. I suppose that's how he gets you, isn't it? He finds a crack and widens it, levers its open, and forces you to think of yourself as already beaten."

"Yeah." Now, it was Sarah's turn to frown and look away, but she paused when she felt the warmth of Susan's hand in her own.

"We're not beaten, Sarah." Susan said. "Count on it. Tomorrow is the first step we take to strike back. We'll get out of this somehow, someway. I don't know yet just how it will happen, but I swear to you that it will happen."

The two women held hands feeling the warmth of another friendly human being. Someone close to then, someone who understood.

"I promise."