Ursula is punished, but it's not quite what she expected

"Stubs, Lionel, you're up. Let's give her a taste of that punishment that she's undermining," Gedd chuckled coldly. "If this is what it takes, don't worry; we'll scare the fear of Geod right out of you, replacin' it with the fear of my Ten Thieves! It's really for your own good."

At his summons, a big, bald man, ironically garbed in a tattered priest's robe emerged from the back of the group, walking around so that he could stand in front of her. He looked her up and down with a simple, dumb frown on his face, then reached out tentatively, grabbing both of her breasts in his tremendous, calloused mitts. She gave a groan (moan) of discontent (excitement) as the lug began to play with her wanting tits, squeezing them and pulling at each nipple. A smile began to spread across the man's face. "Fun!" he chuckled, looking back at Gedd, who nodded approvingly.

"Stubs, you about ready to start? Lionel's gonna finish her off before you get to do anything. The gal's looking awful moist," Gedd teased, raising an eyebrow and sneering as he noticed liquid beginning to shine between the counselor's legs.

"Oh, I'm ready, boss! It's time to floss~" the short man giggled, producing his length of rope again, which was now knotted in three places. Curling his tongue up past one side of his lips, he took a position to Ursula's side, then held out the rope like it was measuring tape to determine the distance from the apex of her ass to the front of her pussy (answer: like the rest of her, pretty damn wide). Next, he indicated for Lionel to lift one of her legs. The man did so, causing her to gasp again with excitement; at the same time, the bandit referred to as Stubs stuck his rope between her legs and grinned widely. "You're gonna see why they call me the Knot Man!" he cackled.

"Uuugh... These bandits all have self-important nick-names," Ursula complained internally, feeling the urge to wipe them out rising. All of this foreplay wasn't helping... She was wet already and had been since she'd stepped into the alley! What was taking these damn bandits so long to find their balls and stick their cocks in her?!

Ignoring her wishes, the giggling man at her lower body began to run the rope back and forth between her legs slowly, allowing each knot to tease her like a firm knuckle pressed against her pussy. At this, she really did begin groaning. "Geeez, she's a wet one!" the short bandit guffawed, noting how dark his rope had gotten from just a moment rubbing against her.

"Yeah," Lionel agreed, now thrusting two fingers in and out of Ursula's mouth with interest. Up to the knuckles, each finger was now coated with her red lipstick. He was too simple to notice the significance of her tongue running along the length of them, in a way that an unwilling captive's never would.

Ursula's blue eyes alternated narrowing and widening as the so-called Knot Man agonizingly pulled out her reactions, increasing speed to allow his namesake rope to play with her lower lips. Just as he'd expected, she began squirting soon enough. "Aaaah, Geod!" she shouted in a mixture of ecstasy and annoyance. "This is a waste! I-I can get this just by masturbating!" she thought to herself, although, even internally, she was being rather haughty... This was far more aroused than she got just tweaking her own nipples or fingering her own pussy.

"Ha ha ha ha! Geod ain't got a thing to do with it!" Gedd laughed, clapping his hands together as the bandits all collectively grinned, watching the counselor's juices shoot onto the dark pavement of the alley.

"What... What are you going to do to me now...?" the counselor questioned, her lips quivering both above and below, her meaty thighs and calves trembling.

"Now, we're going to throw you out onto the street. Good lady of the church, tied up and naked... Ought to be a nice, fat blemish on the face of Geod, I'd think," Gedd shrugged, grinning behind his half face-mask.

To Ursula, that sounded... completely inadequate! "Ha... Ha I say!" Ursula scoffed, looking between Gedd, then Lionel, then Stubs in turn with a sort of madness flashing in her blue eyes. "Do you have a set of balls between you, Band of Ten Thieves? There ought to be ten cocks in your number, ought there not?! Don't you have the guts to **** me?!" she questioned, her purple hair flying around as she looked between each thief in her range of sight (which meant those not admiring her jiggly bottom).

"Wha? Listen, we're not the **** type," Gedd protested, sounding offended, as if his pride as a thief had been hurt. "Ain't never **** anybody. Ma'am... would I be totally off base if I began to suspect that you're trying to get us to **** you? What, trying to bring additional heat down on the Ten Thieves?" he questioned, raising one eyebrow.

"No! No, I'm not trying to do that! I'm just saying, that's something bandits do, isn't it?!" Ursula whined, her face becoming a mask of desperation. "I-It's not so weird for me to think I'm going to be ****, is it?!"

"No, it's not weird for you to think that. But no, you're not going to be," Gedd finished, crossing his arms and closing his eyes, as if the matter was closed.

Ursula felt like screaming, but instead, she...