Once, she'd never given Sophie a second thought; she was the daughter of a servant, a few years older than she, and did not associate much with the princess.  Now, though, it was hard to think about anything but the dark-haired girl, whose lips on her cunt, whose hand on that shaft, were driving her to ecstatic frenzy that was restrained only by the pain of the whip.  Each blow had an accompanying cry, each left its mark upon her in turn, but even the pain could not keep her from opening her legs wider, placing on thigh on Sophie's shoulder as she licked and lapped and thrust the cock in her.