Interlude: Susan's Torment

Sarah moved slowly through the corridor, her head bowed low to avoid the looks of the people who passed her by. The former maid was too ashamed to look at them, even if they were the enemy. She was holding a brush in her hand, sweeping the corridor as she went, her blond hair hanging down her back. She had been afforded only a loincloth, and nothing underneath that, so her steps were slow as to preserve as much dignity as possible. Susan had been working for most of the day at this point, she was simply exhausted. Far from the Princess, who it seemed was a valuable **** indeed, she was simply a former maid. Fit to work where her other talents were not needed. She didn't complain. Cleaning was better than being someone's toy. No one came to jeer at her when she was **** to open her legs for them all. No one chained her to the ground, and **** progressively bigger objects into her pussy until she screamed out loud and begged them to stop.

No one chanted and cheered as she was **** to walk on all fours like a dog, a collar around her throat, naked as the day she was born.

Cleaning was better.

it was a late hour now, and most of the staff had gone to bed. Only a few guards remained, and they leered at her as she moved past. She flinched as a few of them edged towards her, but it seemed that they had their orders, and duty was more important than humiliating a random **** girl.

Sarah had been doing the rounds for most of the day, cleaning and working until she was utterly tired. But now, at last, she was almost done. There was only a single room left now, the place where the Lord of the castle held court. After she was finished there, she would finally be done.

So, she moved to the door. Carefully walking with her head down so that she wouldn't see who was eyeing her body. She felt cold, and her skin was pale from the weather, but no one cared about that either. She wasn't even valuable like the princess was.

{ifAngrySarah=true}The princess! Sarah still couldn't get over what she had said about her. Like it was her fault that they had caught and tormented her! Like it was her fault that the princess had let her fool self get captured as well! Sarah hated her old friend now. hated her for what she said, and for her stinging last words.{endif}

As Sarah pressed against the door, she paused. Was there someone in the room already? Softly, she considered withdrawing, but knew she would be punished if she did. Reluctantly then, Sarah pushed the door open, and stepped into the court. The large door closed behind her, which was good, since at least that meant she didn't have to feel people's eyes on her anymore. Quickly, she swept her gaze across the room. Where was the origin of the sounds she had been hearing?

There! Sarah spotted them at last, largely due to the fact that they were still making sounds. There was a figure bound on the throne, and they seemed to be having quite a hard time of it. Rope had bit deeply into their arms and legs, holding them in place with their legs spread wide. Their breasts had been webbed in rope as well, the material stretching tightly over their chest, forcing their breasts to stand out. Their head was thrown back, and the sound which she had heard was their gasping.

Sarah stepped closer, wondering what to do. As she approached, she saw that there was something else as well. Something hard had been inserted into the figure's pussy. Sarah's own lower self shivered, remembering similar violations. But this was different. The way the figure had been **** to sit on the throne, the bottle was sticking directly up, and her head was flung across the side. Some kind of liquid glimmered in the bottle, and it now seemed almost half full. Clearly, whatever was in that bottle was doing a number on the poor girl. She was panting and gasping, trying to grind mindlessly against the bottle. Sweat beaded her body; she was soaked in it. Her hands were clenched into fists so tightly that her nails had bitten into her palms.

The girl on the chair had copper hair, now wild and disorganised. Her body was lithe, well tanned, and not overly buxom. Her nipples stood proudly erect, and as she got closer, Sarah saw that her pussy was engorged as well. Its lips were soaking wet, and a trail of moisture was dripping down her legs to puddle on the floor.

She gasped. Breathing quickly, desperately, as though trying to control her body through sheer **** of will alone. Suddenly, the figure moaned, throwing her head forwards. The sound was strangled, hard, as though she was trying to prevent herself from doing it more loudly. As she moved her head, her hair fell out of the way, and Sarah gasped to see that it was her old friend, Susan!

"Susan?" She asked, shocked in spite of herself. "I haven't seen you since they took you this morning. Is this... is this what they have done to you?"

The princess groaned again, her eyes looked wild, but she managed to focus them for a moment, catching sight of her friend. She licked her lips, trying to make her throat work.

"S-Sarah..." She said, managing to speak without moaning. "They put something in me... on my lower mouth...I can feel it burning me.... Oh god, but it's not pain... it's just...I want it..."

She closed her eyes, straining against her bonds as another wave of pleasure struck her hard. She shuddered, and tried to cum, but the bottle didn't let her. As Kanor had said, it was too static, too immobile. The coldness of it was enhanced by the potion, but it couldn't finish her off.

"It's making me want to be fucked." The princes said, tears in her eyes. "F-for an hour, I was able to fight it, but it's so hard now... my pussy is tingling, and it's so damn hot... I have this longing... P-please..."

"Please?" Sarah asked. "Susan, what do you want me to do? I can't let you out of those ropes! Even if I could, they'd just catch us again, and it would be us both hanging there like that!"

Sarah shuddered at the thought. She knew the potion that the Princess was speaking of. It had been used upon her as well. She imagined what it must be like, **** to sit there hour upon hour, feeling it slowly drip into your pussy, the bottle lodged inside you. The feeling driving you crazy as it became more and more intense. After a while, you would want to cry, then you would want to beg. Then, you would do anything to have it removed. Absolutely anything.

It looked like Susan was nearly at this stage. She was resisting, but her will was only human, and her body was demanding so much of her.

"Ah..." The Princess moaned. "I know... I... oh god... I know... you can't do much to-Ah-help me here. I know you might be caught and punished for it... but they're trying to break me... Sarah, it's working. I can feel my insides, all clenched up in anticipation. When I think about what they're going to come back and do to me....As long as I get my release, part of me doesn't mind being their sex ****. It's this thing...this...ah, ohgod...this potion... I can fight it for now, but there's still half of it left..."

"You want me to get rid of it?"

"Yes! Please yes! They won't be back for....for several hours at least... not until tomorrow... if you can just take it and empty it... I'll be in my right mind again... I'll be able to fight. But if it lasts me through the night, oh Sarah, I don't know what I'll do..."

She managed to shoot her friend a pleading look. Her blue eyes helpless in their powerlessness.

"Help me, please help me."