Humiliate Sarah to show the Princess her own fate?

“I can understand that this will be hard for you.” You said to the girl tied to the bed. “I understand that this will take a lot of adjustment. You're a noble woman. You’ve had anything you’ve ever wanted handed to you since you were born. Now, you’ve been captured and I – you’re sworn enemy – am telling you that you are going to live on as my whore, little better than a commoner, right?”

You laughed at that.

“But don’t worry! I thought of that! Sarah here was kept specifically for you! To help pave the way to your future. She has been taught by myself and others, and everything you are going to go through, she has already felt and done. Consider her as an example, a shining beacon of the future waiting for you as well. Sarah, come here.”

The blond-haired maid kept her head down as she stepped forwards, shame forcing her eyes to the floor. But she did as she was commanded, walking over to stand by your side. Your hands moved slowly, gently cupping her breasts, and she knew better than to resist. She stood her ground, looking anywhere but at her friend as you touched and fondled her.

“Sarah.” You said. “Tell the princess what you are now.”

Sarah whispered something, but you shook your head.

“Louder.”

“I am a whore, princess.” The main said, tears in her eyes. “I was made into a toy to serve my new lord.”

You nodded at that. Watching carefully as the copper-haired princess struggled to break free of her restraints on the bed.

“Sarah, you don’t have to say this!” She said. “You don’t have to do this! You’re my friend! You’ve always been my friend! You’re not some whore!”

“Tell her of your training.” You said, your hand dipping slowly towards Sarah’s waist. The maid shuddered, but did not resist.

“Please, master.” She said. “Please don’t make me tell her.”

“I don’t see why not.” You said. “After all, most of those things will soon be done to her as well. She may as well know what he future holds.”

Actually, you weren’t sure just what you would do to her yet. Probably, she would not be trained in the same way as Sarah had been. The difference between a royal and a commoner was massive, after all. But you didn’t want to spoil that too early.

“W-when I was captured…” Sarah said. “My clothes were taken from me… I was **** to spend my time naked. The first time… they...they had a device which spread my lower m-mouth… so that they could inspect it...”

Sarah flushed even more furiously now. The memories clearly still strong. You remembered it too. The device had helped to spread her labia, exposing her innermost self to all of your guards. She had been helpless, with her hands chained behind her back, her legs spread so that all could see.

And that hadn’t been the worst of it either.

“W-when they did this… each of the men were allowed to walk up to me and do what they wanted, just so long as they didn’t go too far…”

So long as they didn’t fuck her, she meant. You’d been strict about that. The point of the thing was training, not destruction. Humiliation and shock, nothing more.

“I was **** to stand there and let them. Th-they toyed with my breasts, and put their fingers into me. They teased me for hours. A-at first I tried to be brave and to be defiant. I told myself that I was strong, that this couldn’t break me. B-but they kept going. After awhile, I was begging for them to stop...”

“I remember that.” You said. “You were quite adorable that day, Sarah. Squirming and begging. I remember that I told you if you climaxed more than five times, I would punish you. Isn’t that right?”

“Yes, master.” Sarah said, still trying not to look at anyone.

“And did you climax more than five times?”

“Yes.” Her voice was small and weak.

“How were you punished?”

“T-there was a rope.” The maid said. “Secured about groin height. It was tangled and knotted, suspended from one end of the room to the other. I...I was put on the rope, my legs on either side of it. I felt it press into my lower self… master, please, please don’t make me go on.”

“Sarah.” You said in a warning tone. “If you don’t go on, Ill simply have you repeat the very punishment that you’re describing.”

“Y-yes sir. I’m sorry sir.”

“Very good. So what happened to you next?”

“T-they made me walk along the length of the rope. So that it was pulled into me as I went, teasing my folds as I walked. The knots were the hardest. Each time I walked into one of them, I felt it between my legs, and then it filled me up, and I wanted to stop, but if I stopped, they would start shaking the rope, or pulling it so that it dug into me even more deeply. I had to walk the length of the rope, one time for each climax. B-by the time I was finished, I could barely stand. Id stained it with my juices… my legs were so weak… everyone stood there and watched… there were bets on how far I would be able to go...”

Sarah looked away, her cheeks flushed with red at the memory.

“Princess, I am so, so sorry.”

“Sarah, I...” The princess swallowed, her face now pale at the revelation of her own likely fate.

“Enough.” You said. “We’re almost done here for now, I think. Sarah, you told the story well, but I have one more question for you. Did you enjoy your punishment with the rope?”

“N-no!”

“Oh, really?”

Your fingers – which had now descended down past her waist -moved swiftly, splaying her lower lips. Sarah gasped as she felt your touch, and her legs tensed, as though to try and deny you. But she knew better, and could only grit her teeth as you sunk a finger into her lower self. She warm to the touch, and wet as well. You stroked her slowly, entering her again and again with your finger. Sarah did her best not to respond, not to push herself down against you, but her desire was evident.

You withdrew a moment later, looking at her with an imperious glance.

“Liar.” You said to her. “As punishment, you are to finish yourself off, and look your princess in the eye as you do it.”

Sarah squirmed, but she had nothing else she could do. Slowly, her gaze rose, meeting the sight line of the copper-haired girl. The princes was still bound to the bed, and so, could only watch as her friend began to stroke and tease herself. She pried apart her lower lips with a practised ease, her fingers dipping into her mound with a slow but building passion. Sarah shuddered, though whether from shame or lust, you didn’t know.

After another moment, Sarah climaxed with a sharp indrawn breath, her gaze fell away from her former ruler, and back towards the ground.