Face up so you can play with her tits

"On your back, Your Highness." You tell Sandra. If you are going to do this, you may as well do it right. "It's not too late to tell me what I want to know and make this night go much easier for you." Sandra gasps softly when you tie her wrists together. It is not a neat knot, you just put about a dozen loops of the smooth 1/4" rope around her wrists before adding a couple more crossing them to hold the ropes in place.

"I'll never betray my people, you wicked fiend." Sandra allows you to lay her on her back and pull the rope to the edge of the table, only testing the bindings once it is pulled all the way underneath to the end where her legs are still free to move. "Beat me and whip as much as you like, Sir. My will is strong, and my heart is pure."

First one ankle and then the other is fastened to the table legs below, and you have to admit that, for your first time, you've done a pretty good job tying her down.

"Oh, trust me Princess, I believe your heart is pure." You do your best to laugh like true movie villain. "From what I hear, every inch of your sweet body is pure and untouched. It would be a shame to have to ruin that." You rest your hand on the bare flesh just above her knee and squeeze it softly feeling the softness and warmth of her smooth skin for the first time.

"What?!" Sandra's protests might be a little over dramatic, but then again so was your accent. "You monster! No man has ever touched me like that. How dare you?"

"You can end this right now, Your Highness." You remind her as you caress the soft flesh of her inner thigh in small gentle circles. "Once your ragtag forces have been rounded up you are no longer a threat to me. You'll be free to leave the Kingdom." Sandra kicks and squirms on the table for a good ten seconds before her struggles pause long enough for her to answer.

"Never!" Her voice is sharp and clear. You laugh cruelly and disappear into the kitchen just long enough to grab a sharp serrated knife from the block.

"Are you really as pure as they say?" You ask as you draw the dull edge of the knife along her neck just under her ear. "They say that no man has ever even kissed you, Is that true?"

"Please, don't do this." This is the first time you've heard anything but defiance from the tied up 'princess' and you take it as a good sign. Moving the knife downwards you trace the line of her collarbone towards the center of her chest and the first button of her blouse.

"My men said you fought like a wildcat when they cut away your dress and leggings." You add a little more detail to the fantasy of her capture. "But they knew better than to fully unwrap a present that was intended for a higher up." Sandra's breathing is coming out in little gasps now and you can see the swell of her breasts straining against the soft fabric of her white shirt. "Is it time to see the gift that was delivered to me?"

"No ... you can't!" Sandra squirms against her ropes when she feels the blade tug against the neckline of her last remaining garment. "No man has ever seen me!" There is something surprisingly hot about this prideful princess still defying you, against all odds. This is not a fantasy of yours, but it is close enough to get you excited as all fuck.

"Where ... are ... your ... rebel ... allies ... hiding?" With each word you slice away a button with the sharp blade, by the time you are done asking the question you have cut open the shirt all the way to her navel. The flaps of the blouse are just barely covering Sandra's full tits, when you set down the knife on the table with a soft 'clunk'. "Last chance to preserve your modesty Your Highness, tell me now and this will all be over."

"I can't, you disgusting pig!" Sandra pulls futilely at the ropes that hold her down, but the only thing her futile wiggling does is cause the two sides of the blouse to slide off her breasts. Her face red with shame, Sandra plays the part of the helpless princess perfectly. "You think you can make me submit because you can see what no man ever has ever seen before?"

"Oh, I'm not just going to look, Princess Brunhilda," your hands grope her breasts roughly as you speak, "I'm going to do things to your untouched body that others have only dreamed of doing." As you paw at her tits, Sandra's nipples tighten into hard dark peaks that are just begging to be abused. Pinching them between your fingers you twist at the sensitive nips until Sandra's back arches up in an attempt to relieve the pressure as you **** her breasts.

"This is what happens to naughty princesses who get in over their pretty little heads." You growl. "But so far I've been merciful, Princess," Your hands leave her breasts and rest on the inside of her thighs just below where her blouse still covers her. "Do you know what a man does when he has a beautiful thing like you in his clutches?" The backs of your fingers drift upward along the soft skin of her thigh inching closer and closer to her twitching pelvis.

"Please, you can't ... you mustn't ... I'm begging you!" By the time your fingers reach the juncture of her legs you can feel the wet heat pulsing from her sex. Sandra's breathing is coming out in harsh gasps, and her face is flushed scarlet.

"I take it nothing has ever penetrated these pretty petals, Your Highness." Your fingers stroke the slick labia with a confidence that astounds you. "Are you really willing to let me be the first to discover this uncharted territory?" You half expect this to be the point where Sandra relents, after all there is more than enough for her fertile mind to fill in the rest, but once again she surprises you.

"Do what you must. I will never betray my cause."