Ursula resorts to begging and is granted her request

... Ursula wasn't going to let this night be a waste, not after she'd worked so hard to get the glory holes ready, just for those to be ruined! Not when she'd set herself up in this alley and allowed herself to be robbed blind!

"I admit... I wanted to learn more about that angel who robbed you and set you on this course," she murmured, hanging her head as she dodged around the issue.

"Well shit. I'll tell ya that. This some kind of fucked up interrogation technique?" Gedd questioned, shrugging with a sympathetic look. "What do they teach you in that church? I'll tell ya, then leave with your stuff, no problem."

"No! Don't leave. I... I need something else," Ursula finally admitted angrily, allowing her shoulders to hang instead of keeping their usual, proud arch. "I... need cocks! I want them so badly! I've been fantasizing for hund-" she started, then shook her head, realizing she'd almost let slip that as an angel, she'd gone literally centuries hiding a craving for dick. "What feels like hundreds of years without the allowance to experience sexual intercourse with a man! All I wanted from this damn ambush was for you thieves to ravish me with your dirty bandit dicks!"

The others began to murmur, looking between each other with a mixture of confusion and anxiousness. It didn't seem like they were wholly opposed to the idea, but until Gedd signed off on it, they weren't going to make a move.

"So this is like... a **** fantasy? You know it's not **** if you ask us to do it, right?" Gedd questioned, blank-faced.

"No, it's not a bloody **** fantasy! I just want your cocks!"

"... But it is a gang-bang fantasy, then?"

"... Okay, fine. Yes. I am asking you to gang bang me."

Gedd rubbed his chin thoughtfully, running the thumb over his lower-face mask. "Well, we Band of Thieves don't have anything against a consensual gang-bang. But what was that about the angel? You're gonna look into that too?" he questioned, narrowing his eyes.

"Yes, yes. Write your damn story on a piece of paper and stick it in my mouth when you're done for all I care. Just get on with it!" their captive begged, squirming with antsy anticipation.

"Damn if I understand it, but if that's what you want, it looks like the boys are into it. Have at it!" he finished, raising one hand again and spinning his fingers around in a motion for "circle." The men, at his command, took their positions. It seemed he was going to sit it out, but that still left as many as nine-

"I'm not really into older women," one of them complained, stepping aside. The others booed.

-Eight men to ravish Ursula Wilmette with their dirty bandit dicks.