Talk to Sarah

"Sarah." Susan said, more loudly this time. "Sarah, are you awake? Hey, Sarah!"

The blond haired woman stirred at last, cracking open one eye in annoyance. Her gaze focused on the princess, as she pushed herself to her feet.

{if Loyalty(Sarah) <= 10} "What is it?" Sarah growled her voice annoyed and angry. "Maybe you like sitting there with a collar around your neck, but I can't say that I do. What, are you fantasising about all the things that you're going to be made to do tomorrow?"

"What? No, of course not!"

"I'm sure." Sarah said with a scowl. "It's not like you enjoy being a **** or anything, is it Princess? You're just trying to escape, aren't you? Totally not enjoying being naked and **** to perform for others, are you? Feeling their hands on you, your pussy dripping, wanting them to touch you, to make you moan."

Sarah reeled back, her hand moving to her cheek where Susan had hit her.

"That's enough of that." The Princess snarled, messaging her hand gently. "I didn't wake you up to be insulted, you know."

"Then why the hell did you wake me up?"

{else}

Sarah groaned as she struggled to full awareness, the princess stood over her, suddenly wondering if she had done the right thing. The blond's eyes flicked open, and she gazed at the princess with dawning focus.

"Princess Susan." She said. "Why did you wake me up? is...is it time for another torment?"

"No." Susan said. " Not yet, anyway. I just... I just wanted to talk. I am sorry if I woke you up, Sarah. But I didn't want to be alone in my own head. I kept running through what they had made me do so far, and what they might make me do in the future. It's hard for me... hard for both of us I am sure... I just didn't want to be alone."

Sarah sat up with her back to the wall, blinking slowly as she woke up. Susan wondered if she had made the right call, but Sarah slowly nodded.

"All right." She said. "I can deal with that. What is it that you want to talk about?"{endif}

"I...I am not sure..." Susan admitted. "I just wanted to talk to someone who wasn't just out to humiliate me and make me beg. I've not had much chance to talk to anyone lately, you know? It's been torment and teasing and begging... that man, Kanor he is good at what he does. I hate him, Sarah. I really do. But I hate him most because he can get to me. Every time he brings me before him, I swear that I am going to resist but it gets harder and harder each time."

"I know." Sarah sighed. {if Loyalty(Sarah) <= 10} Any animosity forgotten. {endif} "he really gets to you, doesn't he? The way he speaks about you, it's like you've already lost to him, and the way he treats you, like you're just some big game, a puzzle to be solved. When I was captured, he didn't do much to me personally, but he was always there, always watching... whether he was throwing me to the guards, or marching me through the streets naked, he was always there."

She scowled, her blue eyes deep with sorrow.

"I am sorry." Susan said. "I know that you've been here for longer than me... I..it's just so hard sometimes to remember what it was like before."

"As a princess, you mean?"

"As a person, mostly." She admitted. "He treats us like slaves, like meat to be used and disregarded. The moment he stops with his games, we're marched back to the cell. He doesn't care about us really, he just cares about the power he has over us. He wins by convincing us that we don't matter. I know that I do. I know it... but I feel it slipping away sometimes, Sarah. It's one of the hardest things I've ever had to admit, but I am starting to worry that he is going to win."

{if SlaveFantasy = true}"Let me tell you something...." Sarah said slowly. "I don't know how much you know of what has happened to me here, but it's been hard. Really hard. I'm not...not special like you, Susan. I am not royal. Kanor has taken an interest in you. That's good and bad. It's good because it means that no one else is going to dare do anything to you, and bad because, well, you know. But at least it's some form of shield. I.... I don't have that shield. whenever I am working in the castle, anyone can do whatever they want to me, and I can't resist. Y-you saw the chain, right? The one that connects to the piercings in my nipples and my pussy?"

"Yeah." Susan said. "I saw that. I... I don't know what to say."

"It hurt." Sarah said. "When they did it to me... but that wasn't the worst of it. It's so that they can control me, you know? So they can drag me back and forth. When I am working, they do up that chain, and anyone who wants to.... to use me... is able to just grab it and drag me off. I can't resist, they just yank it, and I can't fight. That's why I was so beaten when you arrived. Do you remember that? When I shaved?"

"Y-yeah." Susan said a bit uncomfortably. "I remember it. I was **** to hold my legs out for you, on the bed, and you had to shave me. The bastard watched."

"Yeah." Sarah said. "I am sorry about that. I just.... I couldn't not... I had orders, I was..."

"No." Susan said. "I understand. Gods, Sarah, how I understand. If he brought in some new girl, and made me do it? I'd do the same thing you did."

Sarah looked away for a moment.

"Do you remember how I found you on the throne? After he used that potion on you?"

"I do." Susan grimaced. "It's not one of my fonder memories. I just remember the desperation... the need... the bitter defeat in my mouth as I realised that he had made me into a sweating, heaving animal. I had sworn that he would not break me, and yet, at the end, if not for you, he would have."

"It was one of the most brave things that I have ever seen." Sarah admitted. "Because I knew what it was like to be there... because I had defied him too, before you came. But he broke me. I broke so easily compared to you, Susan. You fought and fought, even though he could do things like that to you."

"I was crying." Susan said. "I was begging for it to stop before you arrive. No one was there, but I was begging. ****. I couldn't fight much longer."

"But you fought at all." Sarah said more firmly. "You knew what he could do to you... what he had done to you... and you fought anyway. Even though he made you beg, even though he made you cry, you fought. That's what I admire about you. In that situation, you had the strength to do what I could not. He broke you to pieces, and you put yourself back together again. But me... I just stayed in pieces."

"I..." Susan paused. "I suppose I never thought of it like that. D-did it really mean so much to you that I fought like that?"

"It did." Sarah said. "More than you could know. it was the first time I'd seen anyone defy him like that. it showed me....it showed me that maybe we weren't as beaten as I had thought."

{else}

"Yeah." Sarah said grimly. "He does that to you, you know? Gets inside your head, makes you think that you really are worth nothing but your body. He's so confident, so powerful, so hard to resist. You keep telling yourself that it isn't true, but you start to believe him slowly at first."

"Is that...is that what happened to you?"

Sarah scowled, but slowly nodded.

"Maybe." She admitted hesitantly. "Something like that, anyway. When I first came here, I fought, I screamed, I defied him. But for every battle, I lost. For every defiance, a greater punishment. He grinds you down, inch by inch, wearing away your defences in layers. He uses your emotions, your shame, your humiliation, your arousal and your fear. If you're not careful, you can't help but be drawn into the world he creates, the place where he has all the power, and you have none of it."

"It's evil." Susan said firmly. "What he is doing to us... what he has done to others, it's an evil thing."

"The world is evil, princess." Sarah said. "Best get used to it now, I think. I don't think we're getting out of this one. Or at least, I'm not. You might."

"What do you mean by that?"

"Don't you get it?" Sarah said. "You're valuable, Susan You're royal. You're a prize, and useful besides. When Kanor is done breaking you, he's not going to throw you away. You're going to serve him."

"I don't want to be part of haram."

"And I don't want to be here, but we don't always get what we want, do we?" Sarah took a deep breath, and exhaled it slowly. "Sorry, I'm sorry, Susan, I don't mean to be so blunt. It's just... even as a member of a haram, you'll have fine meals, you'll have silk clothes, a proper bed. You'll have some freedom. Not much, but some. It's better than being here, the toy for any guard who happens to take a liking to you.

"But honestly, you may not even end up in a harem. Think about it. You're the last royal of the old kingdom. Once he is sure that you are properly behaved, Kanor might just send you back. A sort of gift to the rebellious elements of our home. Their princess returned, ready to take up the throne and rule - even if it's in his name. Once you're properly broken, you get to go home. It's hard for you at the moment, but you can escape. Me... I don't have that value. I'm not royal or important. Just another ****. I don't ever get to go home. I am going to stay here and be a sex toy for the whole castle until they got bored of me, and then, I'll either stay locked in the cell, or become just another enslaved servant girl. I don't have a good end, no matter how twisted." {endif}