A pause in the action

"Hey, there." Your hand is still cupping her, but you stop the demanding probing long enough for Sandra to get her breathing under control. "Are you OK?" Her moan is accompanied by a rattle of the chains over her head and a wiggling of her ass back against your cock, but her breathing slows until she takes a deep cleansing breath.

"Wow, Stephen. I know Rae isn't ready for something like that." You shake your head, more than a little surprised than even after all that Sandra is still thinking about her D&D character. You have more down-to-earth reservations than the fate of her cleric and reach for the chain that is holding her in place.

"We should get these chains off of you."

"Wait." You are stopped before you can even release the chain from the hook, not to mention get them off her bound wrists. "What happens to Rae?" Sandra takes advantage of your confusion to twist around so she is now facing you with her boobs pressed against your chest.

"We can play it out, let's move back to the table and see what happens." Again, she stops you.

"Can't you just show me?" Her dark eyes meet yours solemnly, "If I were a more experienced player, it probably wouldn't matter as much, but I'm new to this and I really want to understand what Rae has to endure."

"I don't think that would work," you stammer weakly, searching for any way out of this. "For one thing, you and Rae aren't really dressed the same."

"You could -" The earnest sophomore stops herself for a split second before meeting your gaze steadily. "You could take my skirt off, with only this loose shirt and panties it would be pretty close to what Rae would be wearing, wouldn't it?"

"Sandra, I don't think this is a good idea." You can't believe you are arguing with her about this, who wouldn't want to see her bare legs? You can't help but wonder how many of her classmates both from high school and now in college would pay a semester's tuition to have this curvy young woman chained to the wall and have the chance to pull off her clothes. "The guards in the Overlord's dungeons are a rough lot, and this one may be the worst of the lot." Of course, judging by the graphic sketches you saw in Sandra's notebook you're pretty sure this conservative young woman already has a good idea of what her lawful good cleric is in for.

"He can't **** me. You said that already, right?" Once again Sandra's breathing is getting deeper; each breath lifts her full breasts invitingly and you have to resist the temptation to bury your face into them once again. "I'm an old-fashioned kind of girl Stephen, but as long as you don't take my virginity, I'm OK with just about anything else." If Sandra watched even a fraction of the porn you have, she might be a little less likely to throw around a word like 'anything.'

Then again, judging by the artwork you saw earlier, she might be more into rough stuff than you. Sandra shifts again, putting more of her weight on the chain so her arms stretch upwards.

"I don't want to hurt you ..."

"You won't, Stephen, I trust you."