She has a request

"If I leave, will you tell anyone I was here?" you ask.

She shakes her head, still looking stunned.

"Good." You sigh. "Look, it probably won't do you much good, but you should find somewhere better to hide. When the soldiers come, the first place they'll go for are rich houses like these." You hope you don't need to tell her what will happen to her then.

You turn to go, but she grabs your arm. "Please. I don't want a **** soldier to be my first time."

"So?" you snap.

She blushes. "I've heard girls like you, gutter whores-" you bristle at that, although there's no malice in her tone, "-rut with other girls the same way you do with men. Please, you've been so kind ... I'd like that."

Your first instinct is to push her away. You don't need trouble like this, and you only have a limited amount of time here. On the other hand, you feel sorry for her. Before today you'd never thought of a girl that way, but you can still taste Frey's mouth and cunt. And you've always hated these stuck up rich girls a little, the chance to take something more than her jewellery. She leans forward tentatively to kiss you, and you make up your mind.

"Alright," you say. Then you reach forwards quickly and grab the hem of her nightdress. She gasps as you rip it open, and you feel a thrill of arousal at the sound of her shock and the sight of her milky breasts. "You think the Hel soldiers will be gentle with you, bitch? They won't. So, if I'm going to prepare you for them, I've got to be rough too."

You push her down on the bed, and pull your tight black pants down to the knee. "Here," you say, pressing her hand against your pussy. "Use your fingers."

"Like - when I'm -" she blushed even redder "- doing it myself?"

"Exactly." She begins to stroke you gently. You smile savagely, enjoying your role of tutor and ravisher. "Harder, girl. I can barely feel that. Goddess, if that's what you do to yourself, no wonder you're so horny. Stick them in there."

She obeys, and you moan with pleasure. After a moment you push her hand away and tear off the remains of her night dress, throwing it over your shoulder with a flourish. Pushing her on to her back, you lift up one of her long pale legs by the ankle and thrust your other hand into her pussy, making her cry out, your fingers coaxing moisture from her with more skill than you thought you possessed..

"Soon, some Hel soldier is going to have this cunt," you say, an unexpected thrill running through you at the cruelty of your words. "He'll break your maidenhead, and share you with his friends, laughing as you scream and cry out." To your amusement, you feel her get even wetter at your words. "How many of them do you think will have you? How many ways do you think they'll use this pampered body? You're a pretty thing, maybe an officer will take you as his personal whore-" you enjoy throwing that word back at her "-and then it'll be the slaver's block, and a life of getting this over and over, from whatever old pervert buys you and whoever he chooses to tell you to fuck!"

Soaking wet from your own words, the noises she's making, and the sheer lust this situation inspires, you give up talking and thrust your head down, plunging your tongue into her and lapping as if you're dying of thirst.

In your excitement, you fail to realise what a **** position you're in. You've almost entirely lost your usual alertness. She's given up any pretence of being quiet. The pants round your legs make it impossible for you to run, and your bobbing ass is facing the door, giving anyone who opens it a clear view of your dripping pussy.