James looked down at Diana coldly as she writhed around.
'Step one went a lot better than I thought it would..'
He didn't really feel any remorse for the two girls deaths, in his eyes what they did was worse than murder.
James reached out a hand and slapped the Duchess.
"Hey! Pay attention. I want you to see this as well."
James crawled onto the bed and took out an assortment of items from his inventory.
He then reached over to Diana's crotch and tore her dress open to reveal her flaccid monster.
He grabbed it and played with it a little as her body betrayed her until she was hard.
"Say Diana.. you seem mighty proud of this thing you have here.. what would happen if you couldn't use it anymore..?"
Her eyes went wide in terror as James grabbed his knife.
"No no no no please! Prince James have mercy! I'll do anything! I-I'll even become your slave!"
James couldn't help but laugh at her pitiful attempt to make him stop.
