Start to pull away

"Shit, Sandra." You manage to get out, as you start to pull your hand slowly from inside her bra. "I can't believe I got carried away like that." Even before your hand is free of the warmth, she presses forward pinning your wrist between her soft flesh and the bookcase before you can pull it free.

"Wait." The buxom sophomore does not seem to share your concerns about this rapid development. "You saw my sketches, Stephen ... and that movie ... it's OK, no it's more than that. I want you to show me what that sadistic thug does to punish Rae." As temping as this is you try one more time to be the gentleman.

"We can't do it like this, we need dice an-" You get cut off before you can even finish the thought.

"No!" Her head twists backwards enough to look up at you over her shoulder. "You don't need dice, Stephen. You know what the guard is going to do. Show me."

"I'll have to take off some of these clothes ..." Sandra doesn't say anything but the sigh she lets out sounds like a combination of relief and excitement. You have to release the chains from her wrists to get her blouse and bra off but as soon as they are tossed to the side Sandra presents her slender wrists to you. This time once you've wrapped the chain four or five times around her arms you pull her to the wall by your window and attach the chain tightly to a large hook that the old tenant used to hang his bike from. As you carefully unzip her skirt and then pull off her shoes and socks you explain that the guard isn't that patient.

"He tears Rae's remaining clothing off with his powerful hands, ripping the delicate undergarments into shreds as he strips the cleric." Once her last sock is removed, Sandra bends her knees to let more of her weight hang from the hook, she looks easily as sexy as Red-Sonya and she must see the desire in your eyes.

"Is he going to **** her?" Sandra may have her kinky side, but Vivian told you that her roommate had never done anything more than kissing with her boyfriend, so you imagine that at least part of the concern you hear in her voice is genuine.

"No." You are quick to reassure her. "The guard can't risk defiling Rae because so many witnesses were there when the Bailiff inspected her and announced his findings." Sandra's moan is mostly one of relief, but is there also something else? Based on the sketches in her book, you are pretty sure of the direction this has to go. "But Rae is in a dungeon and there are all sorts of other ways to punish uppity young virgins like your cleric without actually rupturing their maidenheads..."

"Saint Cuthbert, I will not dishonor you; I swear." As she hangs from the hook on the wall, naked except for a plain pair of blue panties that hug her hips enticingly, you reach again for her magnificent breasts. You've never really been into BSDM, but you have fantasized about getting your hands on these tits from the very first time you got a good look at her in Viv's dorm room. You haven't forgotten the scenes in the Barbarian Queen where king's soldiers brutalize the innocent women of the kingdom, especially the one in the dungeon.

Sandra's breasts are not only large, but they are also soft and warm and sensitive. It is not hard to imagine what the scar-faced guard would do to Rae once he had her chained and stripped like this. You pinch her nipple, stretching and twisting it hard enough to make her whimper softly before releasing it, then lower your head and take the swollen bud into your mouth, gently soothing it with your tongue.