Tie her up by your throne. Order one of the guards to pleasure her without letting her climax. See how long it takes her to break.

"We shall see." You said, gesturing for one of the guards. "Fear not, ladies and gentlemen! I prepared for this! have the workers bring in their tools. We shall see how defiant you are by end of the day, my dear."

Just as you said, it was soon. Several workers were hurried into the room, and ordered to begin construction beside your throne of a wooden scaffolding. Though, it didn't seem worthy of the name. It consisted of a weighted stand, upon which, a rod of wood rose to somewhat over head height. About midway down the pole, a second pole was connected to it vertically. This structure was then reinforced until it could take the weight of a person.

Susan took all of this was mounting disquiet. She could not run, but she pretended not to be concerned even as you caught her shooting looks at the creation. When it was done, you ordered two of the guards to march her to your side.

"Are you sure that you are not going to bow?" You asked her. "Last chance to save yourself some humiliation."

"Never." She hissed.

"Well, I suppose that's fine too." You said. "Seeing as how it seems we both enjoy you being punished. Hoist her up."

Two of the guards set to work on her then. Firstly, her hands were freed. Then, struggling, she was **** to stand on the weighted base. Ropes were brought out, secured around the tender flesh of her midriff, and then tied about the stake behind her. She was pulled tight against it. Then, from the vertical pole, two more ropes were hung, each one was secured around a wrist. At your command, they were pulled tight, and the princess squealed as her arms were **** to spread wide. She struggled against this, cursing as she did.

"Bastard!" She snarled at you. "You bastard, let me down from here! Let me go!"

"You'll go when we're finished." You said to her. "And when you give us what we want."

With no way now to hide them, her breasts were on full display. Bouncing as she struggled against the robes. Her face was aflush with shame, and she did her best not to look at the crowd. But you were not done yet. At your command, a second set of ropes were dangled from the vertical bar, and these ones were tied around her thighs. her naked flesh looked supple and young, and you were glad of it. A moment later, these ropes too were drawn tightly, forcing her legs to part near the top, which seemed quite uncomfortable, considering she still had to stand. The woman squealed again, trying to hide her lower self with her legs. But they could not now close.

"Behold." You said. "The royal treasure of a princess."

The crowd laughed, the princess flushed. You were not done, though. You ordered one of your guards to step up, and to toy with her. The lucky man looked shocked at your orders.

"Just your good fortune!" You told him with a smile. "Keep her on the edge, but don't let her go over. Make her suffer."

"Yes sir!"

The man did as he was told, walking towards the shivering princess, and cupping her exposed breast with one hand. She didn't plead, but did turn away, as though to deny it. Fool. She no longer had the right to deny such things.

For the rest of the court session, that guard stood at his post, bravely tormenting the captured princess. He did many things to her. He entered her with his fingers, forcing her to groan as she felt it. He stroked her pussy, tracing a delicate pattern along it. With two hands, he assaulted her gently, slowly, bringing her to the verge again and again and again. Sometimes, he would do it frantically, thrusting in and out of her with his fingers, forcing her to reel back against him. When he did this, she would close her eyes, desperately try to resist. Always, he would pull away just before she came. Then, she would hang loosely on the scaffolding, her chest heaving for air, Her head low, not looking at anyone.

Sometimes, though, he would do it slowly. Usually between these frantic sessions, he would stroke her gently. Touching her softly, tracing his hands along her body like a lover. Giving his attention not just to her lower self, but also to her breasts, her stomach, her neck. Even her ears. With one hand stroking her loins, he would blow into her ears, or kiss her neck. When he did this, she would moan in spite of herself. After a while, her legs started to tremble at the soldier's touch.

Sometimes, he would leave her lower self alone entirely, and just play with her breasts. Giving them all the focus and love. Running his fingers through them, stroking the nipple, clenching his fingers over it, and pinching it to make her jump.

The princess was all too aware by now that she was the main event. Even as you held court, most of the eyes were on her naked body, now beaded with sweat. Her arms hung limply, her legs trembled with each touch of her tormentor.

At one point, you ordered more rope, and had it tied about her upper chest. This rope was softer, smaller, but still strong, and you used it to bind her breasts, just tightly enough that she could feel it. You wove it across her lower chest, and she groaned with each time you tightened it. When you were done, her breasts stood proud, her nipples erect.

And still, the soldier brought her closer to the edge.

By the time you were done with the court, she had been there for hours. Teased and tormented in front of everyone. She must have wanted to cry. You could see that her eyes were pressed tightly closed. Her whole body was shuddering now with every touch. Her lower self was sopping wet. You realised that she must have been burning for release.

"Well, my princess?" You asked her. "You have certainly put on a grand show, I will give you that. Now it comes close to the end, I will ask you a question. Oh, don't worry, it's not the same one that started this mess. it's a different one. Do you want to climax? Well, honestly, it's not so much a question as an order, since you don't have much choice in it."

You nodded to the soldier. "Make her climax."