No

Susan took a deep, shuddering breath, feeling Sarah's hands dancing across her body inflamed her with a sense of desire which was almost frightening in its potency. The words that the maid spoke were as honey in her ears, and she wanted almost more than anything else to feel her hands drifting across her naked form. The princess felt Sarah slowly stroking her breasts, the blond's hands both delicate and gentle. It was so tempting to go on, to unburden herself, to speak a bit more of the things she had always imagined.

Never before had she considered telling someone else these things. Always, she had thought that they would be ignored, known to no one but herself until her dying day. That she would be married one day to a husband who didn't care for such things, for such was the way of royalty. She had never thought that someone would ask, nevermind that she would actually be tempted to answer!

"Go on..." Sarah purred. "Are you nervous that I'll laugh at you? Can't be worse than what those bastards already did to us, right? Why not tell me a little about what you've always wanted? It would be nice, wouldn't it? For both of us?"

Slowly, Susan nodded. Her throat felt dry, Sarah's probing hands sent arching shocks of lust racing through her body. She wanted to agree more than anything else, but part of her objected, and she was not sure why.

Slowly, she considered her own desires, trying to block out the teasing feeling of Sarah's hands. The want that made her pussy ache. The desire which burned deep within her body. She wanted to be touched, needed to be touched! Or...at least, that was what her body was saying. But did she really want to do it in this way? In a cell? Chained by the neck to a wall? She was a princess, was't she? Shouldn't she act like it?

But then again... what did it matter now? She was a princess of a dead kingdom. Her family were gone, her armies were scattered. What did did it matter if she gave into her lust? Was there ever even a chance of her going back...? Why was she holding back if all of that meant nothing? For noble ideals? For high chivalry? What did any of that matter to someone in her position? Oh, she had been defiant, and she had fought, but what had it gotten her so far? Punished, that was what! She knew that soon they would launch their plan, try to get the keys, and to do that, she would need to be the distraction. She shivered, wondering what she would need to do to try the attention to herself. She knew that she would be abused, debased, **** to do things that she had never wanted to do in reality. Her body would be made to writhe and scream, and she would moan like some whore. She hated that, but she knew she couldn't fight it. She had tried so very hard...

"Susan...?" Sarah said slowly. "Are you...are you crying? We can stop now if you want, I'm sorry if this was traumatic, I didn't mean... I mean, I'm sorry."

She balled her fists, hating herself even more now. Sarah was right here, right now. Soon, her body would be made a toy for someone who wanted nothing more than to shame her and debase her. She would be his toy! His ****! His tool! She would be made to feel things she didn't want to feel...

So...so why not...

What was the harm in taking some pleasure for herself here and now? Not because it was **** on her, but because she wanted it?

Would....would that really be so wrong?