Yes, but there is a price.

Sonja gasps with each painful thrust as the golem slams her ass back and forth repeatedly impaling the redhead on its rigid cock. Bracing herself with her left arm against the wall, the she-bandit slips her right hand down between her legs and begins to play with herself, hoping to get this trial over as quickly as possible. The only groan of pleasure, however, comes from the priestess watching above.

Losing all pretense the servant of Bel opens her robe wide, showing her voluptuous naked figure. She moans loudly as her hands shameless roam across her near pefect body, pleasuring herself while watching the sight below.

"Enjoying yourself?" Sonja has to grunt out each syllable in order to give voice to her sarcasm.

"Very much." The priestess purrs as she fondles her huge breasts. "I'm about to cum, can you say the same?"

"Whore." The she-bandit winces in pain and places both her hands back against the wall, giving up on the vain attempt of pleasuring herself.

"True enough." The woman grins. "I did serve as a prostitute in the Anakia temple of Ishtar before I was sold into the service of Bel. Yet I would show more respect, Hyrkanian, the advice and skill of a whore seems to be exactly what you need right now."

"What do you mean?" Sonja's clinches her fists against the wall as the anal fucking is starting to hurt more than the spanking she just received.

"I could tell you the secret of how to turn the pain into pleasure, and might even aid you in your journey." The servant of Bel excitedly rubs her cunt causing her body to quake. "Of course there will be a price." She moans.

With clenched teeth the she-bandit stammers, "Name your price whore."

"That you will swear to serve me for a week as my **** when I so command it." The priestess demands.

"Agreed." Sonja snarls in anger and pain. "By Scáthach, I so promise."

"Excellent." The priestess drops her robes, fully revealing her amazing figure, golden blonde hair and gorgeous face. With considerable dexterity, she jumps down into the pit and then saunters towards the hard-pressed redhead examining every aspect of the tawdry scene before her.

"How the hell am I suppose to climax being rutted like this!"

"You had no problem pleasuring yourself when you were triumphant on top." The blonde reaches up and cups Sonja's left breast. "Victory excites you, so let defeat also."

"What the fuck are you talking about?" The redhead groans through each piercing stab.

"It is our greatest strength." The former prostitute muses. "Only a woman can have total control whether dominating, or being dominated. Enjoy the thrill of the surrender, the power of submission, the knowledge that in your subjugation you will always triumph."

"I don't understand." Sonja grimaces.

"A man's desire is always the greater." The blonde gently caresses Sonja's breast. "They constantly feel the need to prove themselves, because they so weaken at the very moment of their climax. This means no matter what they do to you, they will always lose. Embrace your womanhood, Hyrkanian. Its beauty, its weakness, its power. Surrender to your submission, enjoy it, triumphant through it, and know the blessing of not only Bel and Scáthach, but of Ishtar herself."