Emmaline is left alone with the strain of her actions

Finally empty, the Bishop looked down at her with the same stony face. "You have done well my child. You have saved your sister. At least for the moment. Come my brothers." He gestured to the door as he tucked his cock away, and the group of holy men left the room without a glance back at her naked, despoiled body moaning on the floor.

Emmaline lay on the floor, shivering and shuddering. Without the warm bodies and cocks of the Bishop and his men, she suddenly felt very alone, empty, and cold. Her mind was still reeling form the ordeal she had just undergone, and as she started to come down from her heights of ecstasy, the consequences of her wanton behavior started to sink in. Emmaline's entire body ached, though there was a heightened soreness in the parts of her that had been used unrelentingly by her tormentors.

The impact on her mind, however, was delayed. As Emmaline's lust started to cool off, a tiny part of her seemed to recognize just how distraught, how torn and broken she would almost certainly feel upon recovering herself. So, as if to put off the inevitable internal schism, Emmaline's mind stayed blank.

The poor girl was oozing cum, dripping it down her body, her face flushed with exhaustion, but her hair still done up in the same elaborate style, albeit somewhat less tidy than it had been earlier in the evening. Her breasts were reddened and aching from the **** she had endured, the wonderful, wonderful ****. She couldn't think about what she had done, what she had become at the hands of the Bishop and his men, so Emmaline simply laid there. For a long time, she lay in silence in a hidden back room of the Manor before she finally broke into a whimper, then a slow, but steady stream of ungrounded tears.

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This chapter was co-authored by Shandy (https://chyoa.com/user/Shandy)-- Shandy is the author of Fox in the Henhouse and The Peril's of Lisa-- please check out his stuff! :)