Chapter 12
by 
dinodino3
What do you do with her?
Leave. You got what you came for.
At the sound of the password, the stone door began rolling into wall. It grinds audibly against the floor.
As you look passed the opening door, you see a lavish bed chamber. The Queen's private quarters...
You know you should hurry onwards, with the door open, but you take your time-- enjoying the moment.
Your hands, pulled away, have left the poor gorgon in a manic desperation. Her hips twist wildly, thrusting forward in hopeless search of their missing benefactors. Her voice shakes wildly, vacillating between outrage and **** submission.
"What are you doing? I was so close! Don't stop... I need it..."
You reach up to tie the gag quickly back into her mouth.
"Pvease!"
Wasting no time, you move on towards the open sanctum, abandoning your pleading victim. "Why give such a monster the satisfaction?" you say, justifying your actions. A part of you admits that you were fueled by a sort of jealously. You haven't failed to notice your own desperation, building slowly but unrelentingly from the past encounters. If I can't have it, no one can, right? Perhaps misery does love company.
The gorgon is a wreck, slumped into her restraints. She sobs loudly beneath the makeshift hood.