Release the Princess and her to service you

You reached over her head, and pressed a button hidden behind the curtains of the bed. Instantly, the princess yelped as she felt her chains giving way, the bindings which had held her so tightly now released, allowing her freedom to move at last. Instantly, she rolled off the bed, coming to her feet even as she hit the floor.

She rose up, her copper hair whipping around her, your hand rested lightly on the hilt of the blade which you had already used on her in a way. You didn’t think she was much threat, but it paid to be careful.

The princesses’ legs were shaking, but she managed to take a step towards the door. Then, another, and a third after that as you didn’t intervene. Sarah stood at the corner of the room, she didn’t move either, and the two of you watched as her former mistress made for the door of the chamber, only to find it locked.

“Looking for this?” You asked her, flashing the key with your free hand. “I don’t believe you thought it would be that easy.”

She flushed, her eyes darting from you to Sarah and then back again. She was weighing her chances, considering her options. She wasn’t beaten. Not even nearly.

Good.

“You don’t have many options, you know.” You said conversationally. “If you manage to escape and get through that door, where will you go? You are in the stronghold of your enemy. You have no friends here. Most of them would kill you on sight if they knew you had gotten away from me. Hell, some of them would kill you on sight even if they knew you hadn’t. Tell me, what do you intend to do when you escape? Where will you go? Who will help you?”

Slowly, you shook your head.

“No one, princess, no one at all.”

“S-so… I’m just a toy to you, am I?” She snarled. “Is that all you want from me? Just my b-body?”

“You say that as though it is a small thing.” You said. “But what a body it is, princess. Truly, the gods put forth their most diligent effort when making that body of yours. It would be a shame to allow something to happen to it.”

“I hate you. I despise you.”

“Perhaps so.” You said. “But I am betting that you don’t hate me more than you like your friend, do you?”

“What do you mean?”

“Sarah here. The two of you were quite close right? I mean, before today. Obviously, you’re much closer now.” You smirked at your own joke. “So even if you hate me, I wonder if you hate me so much as to allow her to die.”

You gestured towards Sarah, and she flinched. She’d heard everything that you had said, and knew that her life now rested in the balance. She wanted to resist you, but what could she do in truth? She was as trapped as the princess, and unlike her ruler, Sarah had felt your punishments before. To refuse would be to face a worse fate than anything you offered her now. So, slowly, reluctantly, she moved towards you. You drew forth the heraldic knife, and the princesses’ eyes went wide.

“No...” She said. “You wouldn’t.”

“I would.” You promised, pressing the tip of the blade against Sarah’s throat. “And I will. If you don’t do what I am telling you, your friend will die. Sarah, do you want to die?”

The blond-haired maid could only look on, her eyes pleading. Now, it was her turn to gaze at her former friend with desperation.

“P-please, I don’t want to die.”

The princess screwed up her hands into fists, and for a moment, you thought she might actually attack you. But she didn’t, and after a moment, the fight seemed to leave her.

“What do you want me to do?”

“I want you to crawl to me on your hands and legs.” You said, “And then service me with your mouth.”

The princess paled. You had not bothered to do your trousers up again when you had stood, so your member was both erect and highly visible. You watched the girl gulp, reflecting that, as a noble, she had probably never even considered doing something so degenerate. Except perhaps in her deepest fantasies.

She scowled at you, hate and defiance flowing from her eyes as she slowly lowered herself to the ground. Colour tinged her cheeks, as her copper hair fell down around her face. On her hands and knees, she approached you, her breasts swaying with the motion of her travel. As she approached, you pushed Sarah aside, allowing the relieved maid to move away as the princess got closer.

When she was close enough, the princess reached out with a trembling hand. You felt her fingers close around your throbbing member. She was hesitant, scared, but determined to forge on ahead to save her friend. Such purity of purpose you could admire, such loyalty you could ****. As she lowered her head, taking your shaft into her mouth, you reflected that the next few days, weeks, and perhaps even months were going to be fun.

You felt the princesses’ wet mouth, her lips closed about your shaft. The motion of her tongue over your member was amateurish, but the look of shame and disgust on her face more than made up for that. She moved her head back and forth at your urgings, the feel of her mouth gently playing against you was one of pure lust, and you groaned as you felt yourself grow even harder, if such a thing were possible.

The sight of her naked body, combined with the feeling of her mouth at your cock, and her absolute helplessness made you climax quickly. You grunted, feeling your member throb and release, the princess reeled back in shock, spitting your seed on the floor as she did.

You laughed, in far too good a mood to be annoyed about that. She looked up at you, waiting for you to say or do something else.