Unexpected help

The two pretty slaves look eager to humble their owner and they work swiftly to peel away the embroidered robes designed to conceal their mistress in spite (or maybe because) of her discomfort. You cannot help but smile when you see what Lady Relia has been hiding under her voluminous over-tunic. It is easy for a woman to claim that she is a stunning beauty when she is covered from head to toe in a concealing tent. But as her two slaves slowly remove her outer layers you begin to get a sense of what Lady Relia looks like. The undertunic covers almost as much as the bulky robes, but the fabric is soft and tailored to fit and accentuate the curves of her slender body. with a narrow waist, full breasts fill out the top nicely and the shape of her thigh draped by the long tunic is promising. Unlike the outer robes that were laced tightly to Lady Relia's neck, this garment is open at the base of her throat and you can see just a hint of her breast through the gap in the robes. The pale smooth skin of her bosom reminds you of cream, and you wonder if it feels as soft as it looks.

That small glimpse of Lady Kiriakolis makes you ache for more, and almost as if she can read your mind, the curvy brunette **** girl pulls a small knife hidden in the heavy robes of her mistress and turns her attention to modifying the undergarment to be more pleasing.

"Can you see why my Mistress fears falling into the hands of a man?" The **** asks as she starts slicing away the sleeves of the inner robe. You take a couple steps closer to where the stunned noblewoman is standing in shock with her hands clenched together at her waist.

"You would certainly be a temptation for men hungry for female flesh." You agree with a hungry smile as you eye the exposed length of her smooth supple arm.

"You can't do this." Her voice lacks its former confidence, but Relia finally finds the courage to try to twist away; in spite of her light build the blonde **** is strong enough to hold her mistress in place as the second sleeve of her dress is cut away. "Stop!" The noblewoman's voice rises in fear and anger as she threatens the pair. "I'll sell you bitches to the nastiest whorehouse on the river." Her two slaves only laugh wickedly as they continue cutting away at the skirt shortening it to a length not much longer than their own immodest **** tunics. The pair step to the side allowing you to appraise their mistress now wearing a garment that could easily pass for **** garb. You slowly close the gap as she backs across the room until her back is against the ledge of an open window and you stand only a hand's width from her trembling body.

"Your slaves seem to have little love for you, Lady Relia." You observe with a chuckle. "It makes me wonder what their grievance with you might be, did you mistreated these pretty things?"

"No! I'd never." Lady Relia's protest sounds a bit strained but she smiles hopefully at the pair. "These girls are like friends." The curvy brunette grimaces and shakes her heads, but the slender blonde reacts with a vehemence that surprises everyone.

"You're not my friend you bitch!" The slender blonde grabs handfuls of her mistress' finely coifed hair and twists her down to her knees as she continues her tirade. "You made me suck your loser suitors. You got those assholes all excited with your teasing and then left one of us to satisfy them as you fled for the safety of your chambers." She mashes Relia's face into your groin grinding the noblewoman's face against your cock. "You claim to be a paragon of chastity, but you're nothing but a horny bitch who uses others to get your jollies." Lady Relia is getting no help from her other ****; instead of pulling the lithe blonde away, the brunette maintains her grip on the struggling aristocrat's arm.

"This is what you had us do Mistress." The scorn in her voice is unmistakable, "maybe it's your turn to feel a cock banging the back of your throat."