Just a little bit more fun with Evellyn

By chance you glance up; the buildings on either side of the alley have a few balconies, and about 7 or 8 people were milling about those balconies, no doubt to drawn to all of the commotion. They were currently leering at the very naked Evellyn, who apparently hadn't noticed them. You grinned. Why not have a little more fun? The people above were being very quiet, no doubt because they didn't want to alert Evellyn to their presence while they leered at her.

On an impulse, you seat yourself on the wooden crate and maneuver the naked Evellyn on top of you.

When time resumes, Evellyn finds herself sitting on your lap, straddling you, her breasts awfully close to your face. With a derisive sound, she immediately gets off you. Another flash, however, and she's back. Ever bullheaded, Evellyn gives it one more valiant attempt and again finds herself flashed back on top of you. She gives up- clearly you want her there, and there's nothing she can do about it.

Your hands roam across her naked body, up and down her toned abs, lightly caressing her breasts, and flicking her nipples. Evellyn shivers at your touch, but she has learnt the futility of protests at this point. She simply closes her eyes and contorts her face into a cute pout. The people above seem rather enthralled.

"You know, you really are quite beautiful", you say, and on an impulse that surprises even you, you plant a kiss on her sternum. Evellyn gives a little gasp, and her cheeks somehow redden even more, and immediately turns away.

Your hand roams downwards between her legs. She gasps and moves to stop your hands, but another gust of wind, and her hands are now tied behind her back. She struggles futilely against her bounds as you start to pleasure her cunny. Despite herself, her body starts responding.

After all, you've had plenty of practice at this.

"Why do you have to be such an asshol-AHH" Evellyn no doubt attempted to deliver that with venom in her voice, but it was rather undercut by an involuntary moan of arousal at the end. You glance upwards; the little crowd in the balconies had swelled a bit- there were about 14 people now, and all of them seemed very pleased with the little display.

"Says the woman who tried to kill me"

"That was-ahhh yest-ahh-erday. How long-ahh are you going to go on abou-ahh it?"

You pick up the pace with your ministrations and her body had **** but to respond.

"Why Evey, you seem to be quite wet", you muse, loudly enough so that the people above can hear.

Evellyn does a remarkable job pretending not to have heard what you just said, and continues speaking (with intermittent moans of course). "Besides, you were thieving! I was just doing my job."

"A noble lady hardly gets to lecture us commoners about thieving. What is nobility, but insitutionalized thievery?" you say with mock solemnity. It was something you had heard a cute young protestor shout out, in another city. She had gone on about something called 'democracy'. You remembered stripping her naked and letting the mob 'democratically' decide what was to be done with her.

Even amidst her arousal, Evellyn delivered an impressively derisive laugh. "You're telling me-ahh that you do this ahh, for political-ahh ideology?"

"Nah", you admit. "I just like seeing beautiful women humiliated."

Tired of talking, you decide to accelerate the process a bit. Tapping ever so slightly into your super speed, your fingers play with her pussy and clit with increased intensity. Evellyn tries to form another sentence, but when she opens her mouth, only moans come out of her mouth.

You can feel her approaching climax, and when she is right on the cusp of cumming, you withdraw your fingers. You absent-mindedly wipe off the (copious) juices on Evellyn's midsection. Evellyn moans in a mixture of disappointment and surprise, and opens her eyes to look at you with puzzlement.

Evellyn speaks ever so softly. "Aren't you going to...?"

You grin and cast another glance up. About 20 people now, watching intently.

"Sorry milady, I didn't quite hear you there", you tease.

Evellyn's face is a mixture of fury and sheer arousal. A tad louder, she says, "aren't you going to... finish, what you were doing?" She makes an adorably pleading and hopeful face.

"Do you want me to?" you ask devilishly. With a finger, you tweak one of her nipples, which immediately elicits a moan.

Quietly, Evellyn responds- "Yes". You really are quite good at this.

"Louder please. I didn't quite hear you. What did you want?" After all, the audience above must hear as well.

"Can you finish my orgasm?" she asks just louder. You hear some snickers from above. Evellyn, bless her, seems too caught up in her own desire to pay attention to anything but your fingers and her pussy.

"Sorry, my hearing is quite bad these days. I think it's because of all the women screaming in my face, it really does a num-"

"Can you please make me cum?!" Evellyn practically shouts at the top of her lungs. You really did a good job on her. Every single one of the folk above on the balcony no doubt heard her begging for orgasm.

"That's rather sweet of you, dear. But surely a noble lady wouldn't want to orgasm in front of a bunch of strangers?"

You point a finger upwards with, you're sure, an insufferably smug expression. A quick flash of confusion passes by her face, before she looks up slowly, with utter dread. The crowd, now about 25 (or more, you don't bother counting) strong, break their disciplined silence, and start cackling, hooting, and jeering.

"Seems rather un-knightly of you to beg for a thief to make you cum, in public no less!", you say, with mock outrage. You make sure to be loud enough so that your spectactors can hear every one of your words.

You and Evellyn can hear your audience gossiping amongst themselves.

"'Knight' he said? That trollop can't be a knight can she..."

"She's nobility I think..."

"Say, isn't that lady Evellyn? This is the fourth time I've seen her naked in the last two days alone!"

"What a disgraceful excuse for a knight!!!"

You get the idea.

Evellyn couldn't even be bothered to cover herself up (not that she could anyway with her hands tied up behind her back), and simply slumps her shoulder in shame. Her defeated face is so cute you almost feel bad for her. Almost.

Ah what the hell, you think, and in a flash, carry her away from the crowd, to yet another secluded alley. Perhaps she deserves some peace for today.