Sammie plays with the girls.

The willowy girl covers her slender body and cowers before Sammie's inquisitive gaze, unable to meet her eye. "Stop looking," she mutters between her teeth, keenly aware that she and her friends are trapped naked in a public place and totally at Sammie's mercy.

"No."

"I can't believe you're siding with this pervert. Come on, Sammie. You're better than this."

"No I'm not."

"We were only teasing you. This isn't fair. Please, Sammie, you can't just leave me here."

"Sure I can."

"We're all girls here. You wouldn't treat another woman like this."

"Five minutes ago your friends were holding my arms while you pinched my nipples and called me a small-titted tomboy."

"I've known you for years."

"And only last week you pulled my breeches down in front of the whole marketplace."

"Well, it's your fault for wearing breeches," grumbles the willowy girl, trying and failing to pull her legs together. Sammie's eyes are lingering on the dark silken hair between her legs, clipped fashionably short, and you can tell the willowy girl isn't too comfortable with the attention. "You should wear dresses like a normal girl."

"I hate wearing dresses," says Sammie, tugging at the neckline of the lacy pink dress you clad her in. You happen to know she's not wearing anything beneath it. "And I hate feeling girly. So you do you have anything else clever to say?"

"Um," says the willowy girl, wearing an awkward grin that's her best attempt at a confident smile. "If you let me go I'll give you a big pile of gold?"

Sammie grabs her left wrist, and ties one end of a length of rope to it. She lifts it up above the girl's head, ignoring her shrieks, and loops it over a high branch before tying the other end of the rope to the girl's right wrist. Then she steps back to admire her handiwork. The girl's arms are trapped above her head, making it impossible for her to cover herself. She's naked and displayed before the world, pulling at the ropes, wiggling and squirming and blushing bright red with frustration and fury, almost too embarrassed to speak. Sammie nods in satisfaction and looks the girl up and down, brazenly ogling her nude form.

"Nice tits," she says.

"Let me go right now, or I'll have my guards give you such a spanking! I'll... oww!" She squeals as Sammie takes hold of her left nipple and gives it a firm pinch. "How dare you... ow! Owww!"

You nod in satisfaction as the girl's right nipple gets an even firmer pinching. "Wow," says Sammie, partly to herself, she she runs her hands across her enemy's bare, helpless body. "This is really fun."

"I know, right?"

"Taking your enemy's clothes away, stripping her of her dignity, touching her wherever you want while she struggles beneath your fingertips... it feels fantastic. Why haven't I done this before?"

"Couldn't agree more."

"I'm going to play with her pussy now. Watch."

"Get your hands off my... oh my god... mmmm..."

"I bet you wish I wasn't playing with your pussy right now, making you moan in front of everyone. You dirty little girl. Bet you wish you'd been nicer to me before."

"Mmmm... oh, Sammie, no...."