Evellyn demands you free the priestess

“Alright you’ve had your fun, now just let the girl go, and give back her clothes!” Evellyn angrily exclaims at you.

She shoots a sympathetic look back Ella, the humiliation of being exposed in public like this is something Evellyn can relate to all to well.

“Now why would I do that, watching the struggle is some times the best part.” You grin casually leaning against an unoccupied merchant stall. “Here just watch.”

Observing the priestess from just out of sight you watch the distraught girl tug desperately at her bonds. Saying a pray to Vestia she hopes that perhaps the cuffs are faulty, that enough pulling will some how make them break.

“Oh please goddess above show mercy upon your humble servant, preferable before anyone one else sees me...” Ella whispers, her cheeks flush as she whips her long red hair back, and forth, looking around incase any more people are coming.

Unfortunately her goddess must not feel like performing miracles today, as her prayer goes unanswered. The metal of her binds holding firm no matter how hard she tries to break them. The attempts do accomplish putting on quite a show for you. Her yanking, twisting, and moving all around the street lamp looking like some sexy, uncoordinated pole dance. Why Ella even bends over trying to get more leverage, giving you a great view of that slim butt of her’s as she does. How naughty for a sister of the church!

With breaking the cuffs seeming like an impossibility Ella decides to try another strategy. Looking down at where the pole sticks out from the ground she notices something. The cobble stone road isn’t actually completely flush with the street lamp. There is actual small half inch gap between the cobblestone street, and the bottom of the street light. In that space she can see that the only thing appearing to hold the lamp in place is some compacted dirt. With this fact she deduces that the light was buried into the dirt before they made the cobble stone road when the kingdom was original being constructed.

Makes sense to do so form an efficiency stand point, as having light sources placed first makes it so that builders can work through the night. Though Ella isn’t interested in the dirt because she has just come to a realization about the intricate nature of constructing a kingdom, oh no no no. In her racing mind the dirt means that perhaps instead of breaking the cuffs, she could lift up, and tip over the pole, and then slip free! Yes it’s destruction of property, but right now the priestess isn’t thinking of the legal repercussions of vandalism.

Such a feat might actually even be physically possible as the street lamp only stands three heads taller then her, and isn’t that thick in width, Ella able to actually just barely get her hand around the entire width of the pole. So springing into action she grips the street lamp with both hands, and pulls with all her might. Really using ever bit of strength she has to escape this this humiliating predicament. You know, you never knew watching a priestess attempt to perform hard labor could be so erotic, but watching her slender frame struggle around is kind of doing something for you.

Observing her muscles as they strain, flex, and twitch is surprisingly kinky especially with the nice view of her back you got. The structure of her back, having a nice define feline build, her shoulder blades, and little indent where her lower spine is particularly eye catching. A shame really that there are no experienced painters around, because this lady of the goddess has a dainty figure is not just hot, but a work of beauty. Alas there is no one around, and you don’t think you have the artistic skill to do the scene justice. Oh well, guess the the art world will miss out on probably one of the greatest pieces never made.

“Erghhhh, ah!”

You chuckle watching Ella grunt, and squeak as she stumbles to the ground nearly slamming her face into the street lamp as he loses her grip on the pole.

Ella feels like she about to cry, catching her breath she slumps up against the pole in despair, the metal rod nestled between her modest B cups as she rests for a minute. It’s just not fair! As a priestess of she’s used to spending her days preaching, or in prayer, giving blessings, and even the occasional healing of the sick, or charity. Manual labor isn’t in her job description! She wonders why did that knight do this to her, what had she ever done wrong to deserve this? Further more where did that lady knight even go, one second she was there forcing her to strip naked, the next she was gone!

These questions vex Ella almost as much as her current predicament. She just wants to know why this is happening to her. Is this some sort of trial, or penance by the goddess Vestia for some sin she has committed?

Surely it can’t be for swiping those extra cookies Mother Beatrix made for all of the sisters can it? Ella knew it was wrong to take more then two, but they were just so good she couldn’t help herself! An isn’t this is quite a harsh punishment for pilfering some snacks, would the goddess of peace, wisdom, and unity really cause this to happen to her for such a small misdeeds?

Whatever the case all Ella knew for sure is that she really, really wanted to escape, and get some clothes on. So after a little more resting, Ella resumed her task of trying to pull out the street lamp. She tugs, pushes, and pulls with renewed vigor, yet she has a hard time keeping a grip on the pole. More so her sandals really aren’t made for strenuous activities, they providing little traction, and keep making Ella almost slip and fall. With the amount of energy the priestess is putting in she quickly starts to to grow ragged, and after a few minutes of her having made no progress she is covered in sweat, which make her body glisten in the sunlight. You stifle a chuckle, well despite the pole being no looser then when she first started, perhaps she can take comfort in this new ‘holy aura’. It does make her body look even more amazing after all, truly this must be a blessing for the gods! At this point a small smile crawls across your face, a particular realization just occurring to you. Normally by now this is the point in which Evellyn tells you off or calls you some insult, yet she hasn’t. In fact as you slide your eyes to the left you can see her watching along with you!

“Hehe see told you this is the best part, even you can’t help but look.” You point out to Evellyn with a smug grin.

Evellyn’ face turns red with embarrassment as she suddenly snaps out of it. Her cheeks fully flush as she realizes she’s been shameless staring at this priestess for a while now. Quickly she turns he head down to the cobble stone ground. Yet, unable to help herself, her gaze again instinctively wanders back to the Ella. She didn’t mean to, but the girl was just making such a spectacle of herself she couldn’t resist looking. Her eyes are just seem to natural want to leer at the poor girl even if Evellyn didn’t want to.

“Ergh...”Evellyn grows angry with herself, and even angrier at you for making her do this. “Don’t you have a shred of dignity o-or mercy in that perverted brain of your?” She stutters as her eyes again veer off to look at the naked priest again.

“Hey your the one who stripped her.” You say casually not even taking your eyes off of Ella as you speak.

“BECAUSE YOU MADE ME!!!” Evellyn screams with such visible strife she looks as if she going to throttle you.

She doesn’t though, knowing by now that any attempt to harm you is just going to end up with her stripped naked again. Besides she still needs your help with the artficer, she can’t kill you yet even if she wanted to, or could. So she just stands there seething, glaring daggers at you as she waits for a response. You sigh, as you can feel Evellyn burning a whole the back of her head with her staring. Turning back around to face Evellyn you roll your eyes snidely as you look at her. The lady knight standing before you with her chest all puffed out in outrage, and indignation.

“Look what do you want me to do, I don’t even have a key the priestess’s sisters took it, there’s nothing we can do any more so why not just enjoy the show.” You shrug acting as if the matters out of your hands.

“Don’t give me that you probably have spare- or your a theif you probably have a lock pick don’t act like you can’t free her!” Evellyn exclaims not believing for one second your unable to undo this mess after everything you’ve proved capable of.

Evellyn is actually right on both counts there, as you do have a lock pick, and you do have a spare key just in case. After all in the off chance some one was able to get the jump on you, and the even more off chance they restrained you with your own cuffs you wanted a back up plan to escape. Your not going to tell her that though, as there’s no way your letting the fun here end so quickly.

“Hmmm give me some time to think it over.” You say dismissively taking out your bag of popped kernels from your pack, and munching on a handful.

“Ugh you are unbelievable...” Evellyn hisses, throwing up her hands she’s turns her back to you, so annoyed she can’t even stand the sight of your face right now.

Ignoring her grumblings you focus your attention back on the priestess. Ella now appearing to have given up on her attempt to loosen the pole out of ground. With escape seeming impossible Ella resolves her self to trying to cover up as much as she can. Squatting down on her heels she hugs the pole, holding her arms and knees as close as she can to herself and the street light to shield her breasts, and cunny from sight.

You raise an eyebrow impressed that this almost sort of works. Of course Ella is still completely exposed from behind, her curled up position leaving her ass still on full display. The squatting position actually quite worse when viewed from behind, her figure reminiscent of a cheap whore sitting over a phaulic object. Shifting your eyes back over to Evellyn you see that she still has her back to you, as large scowl resting upon her face as she sulks. You roll your eyes, why does she have to be so dramatic. You did all this effort to show her the fun of stripping some one, and all she does is whine and, complain how rude!

“Why are you so up in arms about this priestess anyways it’s not like your the one out there naked anyways.” You state matter a factly as you pop some more of your corn kernel snack into your mouth.

Evellyn scoffs at you.

“I’m a knight surely you can get it through your head I’m supposed to protect people not stand by while some ones in trouble.” Evellyn speaks with great conviction, her words having even a hint of strain as she looks over to Ella, only to quickly turn away after she remembered that she was still naked.

“Hmm and here I thought knights were swore to their nobles I guess I have fundamentally misunderstood our kingdoms system of hierarchy.” You jeer with sarcasm dripping from your words.

“Knights swear both an oath to nobles and, to up hold the law which obviously involves protecting the people.” Evellyn argues her getting more, and more passionate about this conversation by the second.

“We have authority over them so that means we also have a responsibility to them, we aren’t the despots your trying to make us out to be!” Evellyn continues, her starting to yell again.

She seems to be doing a lot of that lately, yelling. You insinuating that her noble position as a knight makes her some sort of oppressor of the masses appearing to really set her off. Truthfully you don’t actually care that much about the politics between classes, you’re a theft after all long as they don’t outlaw money you don’t care what sort of system your under. Well money, and pretty women to strip, that’s all you need not to care.

Yet seeing that reaction from Evellyn when you mention the topic gives you an idea. Despite her acting like she’s above all of your “foolishness” she clearly is enjoying seeing Ella all stripped to some degree. Not appreciating her high, and might attitude you feel like Evellyn needs to be taught a lesson for acting like she’s above you. Yet as easy as it would be to just strip her again you feel to really learn her a thing or two you should try something a little less direct so to speak.

“Oh well look at that we have a true believer, didn’t seem to me like you were doing a good job of protecting that poor priestess when you were humiliating her.” You needle the knight with a reminder of what she’s just done under your command.

“That’s because you MADE ME!” Evellyn loudly reiterates again.

“Did I physical puppeteer your body, did I mind control you, no I didn’t, IIIIII didn’t make you do anything.” You say acting extra smug to really get Evellyn worked up.

“You would have stripped ME if I didn’t!”

“So?” You reply in a dismissive tone..

“What do you mean SO?” Evellyn exclaims with a look of pure indignation.

“What good is protection from a knight who won’t sacrifice anything for the things she claims she responsible for protecting.”

“Say some poor sap was being attacked by a birgard with a weapon all that responsibility you apparently have to the people goes out the window because you potential, might have to put your life on the line, doesn’t seem like those convictions of yours mean much.” You casually cut deep at Evellyn with your words as you yawn.

Evellyn looks like she fuming now.

“That isn’t even a close equalization to this current situation!”

“Your right in this case it should have been EASIER for you to put some your supposed to protect first instead of yourself , as you wouldn’t even be putting your life at stake.”

Hey that’s actually a pretty good rebuke, with quips like that maybe you should consider a job in philosophy, or politics.

“I-I can’t believe I’m hearing this from some one like you of all people.”

You shrug your shoulders.

“Hey I may be a terrible scourge to women’s modesty but at least I don’t parade my self around like some righteous hero, when in reality I’m just some self centered egotistic, hypocrite with sword, and armor.”

Oof, you almost feel cruel giving Evellyn such a brutal dressing down, maybe that career in politics really is a potential career path.

“I...” Evellyn looks down at the floor unable to come up retort to your logic.

What your saying even though she doesn’t like is true. As a knight she has failed miserably. Even after being humiliated by your hands, her ego shattered, Evellyn still took some pride in the virtue, and duty she upheld. That she least is better in character then some rogue like you. Yet now that one saving grace of her pride is now gone. has fully dishonored herself. Selfishly putting her self above those she was supposed to watch over. Now she is just a hypocrite with a sword like you said.

Watching Evellyn continue to stare down at the ground with a somber expression you hide a smile. In such a melancholy mood the lady knight will be quite easy to manipulate, and convince to take part in a little idea of your’s.

“Now, now...” Slinking up to the dreary looking Evellyn you put an arm around her shoulder.

“Don’t look so gloomy my dear we all make mistakes don’t we?” You chirp with upbeat encouragement.

Evellyn picks her head up slightly still wallowing in self disappointment she only seems to be half listening to you.

“And in my overwhelming sense of kindness and compassion, I will give you an opportunity to redeem yourself.” You clench your fist looking up to the sky with an overall dramatic expression on your face.

“What do you want from me?” Evellyn says dryly not as much of a fool to not realize what ever your offering it isn’t going to come for free.

“Ah you wound me Evellyn, what’s with that hostile look I am simply giving you an opportunity to be that dashing knight you claim to be, to be able to swoop in, and save that poor priestess, why she’ll probably be so grateful she’ll fall madly in love with you, then two of you will get married, end up adopting a child together, and then-”

“Get to the point already!” Evellyn gives you a annoyed look.

“Right, right as I was saying I will allow you to rescue this citizen in need here, if you just do one little thing.” You say, a large grin on your face.

“A-and what is that?” Evellyn asks, an uneasy look on her face, her not liking that mischievous smile of yours.