An interruption and learning about sexual punishment.

"Adam!" A deep, but unmistakably feminine voice barked my name from a distance, startling me and drawing my attention. A squad of heavily-armored women were rapidly approaching me and judging from their religious symbols, I had to imagine they were the "inquisitors" that I was just warned about. From their cruel, stern expressions, I had a feeling this conversation was going to go much differently than the one with my neighbor.

"Uh, h-how can I help you?" I stammered, immediately kicking myself for such a stupid response. The female warriors quickly surrounded me in a tight circle, their leader stepping forward to address me. As she stared into my eyes and I into hers, I couldn't help but wonder how such an attractive, cute girl could be threatening me like this.

"It's nearly midday and your unsanctioned lack of presence was noticed from her ladyship's court," The woman rested her hand on her sword, "She expressed great disappointment and displeasure."

"My presence? In who's court?" The knight briefly exchanges stunned looks with the rest of her cadre of divine warriors before resting her incredulous gaze back towards me.

"Who's court?" She rattled in her armor indignantly, "How dare you make a mockery of the Countess's rulership." The woman seethed, "If you were anyone else I would crush your skull like a worm on stone."

"I-I'm serious!" I pleaded, "I don't know what's happening, I just appeared here... pixies!" I faltered for a second, thinking, "Or was it fairies? I-I don't remember, you have to believe me, I don't know anything about this place!"

"Pixies?" Her eyes narrowed, "You were in the forbidden forest? The law clearly states that only parties authorized by the Queen may enter those woods."

"I wouldn't know!" I was beginning to get frustrated, but my fear of their glinting swords outweighed heavily. There was a long moment of silence as they no doubt attempted to discern if I was lying.

"Well, I suppose under the circumstances your tardiness for work is excused," The lady-knight began, though oddly enough, she started undoing the straps and latches of her gauntlet, "However, you must still be punished for trespassing in the forbidden forest. Ordinarily, it's a fine and a week in the city jail..."

I held my breath; did she mean to beat me senseless with her bare hands? "I-I'm sorry, it won't ever happen again! I swear-"

"Stop whining Adam, you're fortunate I know you." As she handed her gauntlet to one of the other soldiers and pulled off her heavy glove, I saw a pristine, manicured hand, not nearly as rough and aged as I expected for a fighter. "If I weren't locked up tightly in this armor, I would sheath your cock inside me, so I'll go easy on you... here." She made a loose fist and presented it at waist height.

"Um... excuse me?" I was flabbergasted at her last statement... maybe they didn't speak English here, but what she said made no sense. "Can you clarify what's happening here?"

"This is your punishment: fuck my hand." She said forthrightly with an expecting expression. As I glanced around, the other women had mostly emotionless faces, if not a bit of interest in the situation, like they wanted to see me defile their leader's hand with my cock.

"I... I usually get punished like this?" I slowly undid my belt buckle, unsure whether or not this was some convoluted test of faith to cut me down like a grain stalk. "Does anyone else have to do this?"

"No, just you." The female paladin had a thoughtful look and as she spoke, she positioned herself right beside me, her gauntleted hand reaching across my back and holding the side of my stomach while she placed her other hand in front of my cock, "It's the way it is, the Lady in White works in mysterious ways. She has deigned that you be disciplined with eroticism: if you were to be caught stealing, I may lock you in the pillory until I swallowed three of your creamy loads. Speak out of turn in the lady's court and I'll squeeze out your sperm with my thighs until you learn your place. This is how it is and how it's always been.

"I-I see..." I swallowed heavily, my hardening cock springing free from the holy warrior's vivid and very lewd description. My desire to return to my own world was suddenly diminishing; 'home is where the heart is', right? "So, I guess I'll... start?" I motioned towards her hand's tunnel with my excited member.

"Yes, and do hurry, I'm expected to oversee an execution in the cathedral soon." I barely processed her words as I thrust into her warm, soft palm, her slender fingers wrapping around my shaft. While it felt heavenly to receive the laziest handjob of my life, I tried not to think about the word "execution" while fucking her make-shift pussy. She tightened her solid grip and moved even closer to me, my throbbing cock being roughly squeezed by her strong hand. "You're quite enthusiastic today, are you becoming a masochist I wonder?"

"Wait, who are you?" I asked, my brow furrowing as I continued thrusting, slapping my loaded balls against her thumb. "You said that you're familiar with me?"

"Lady above, you really forgot everything." She scoffed, rolling her eyes, "My name is Basilea Blackstone, High Inquisitor to the Church of the Lady in White."

"You're part of the church? I thought you served, uh... the countess..?"

"Countess Lydia Rose," She finished for me, seeing me struggle, "The church and the nobility are one in the same, both are ordained by the great Lady above. I serve our goddess by protecting and enforcing the law of Countess Rose and- Ugh! this is taking too long." Basilea released her grip and spit into the palm of her hand, when she returned her fingers to their rightful place around my throbbing cock, she began jerking me off brutally fast.

"Oh fuck," I moaned, tilting my head back and enjoying the respite from having to move my hips. I pushed through the pleasure and continued asking questions, "So h-how do you know me?" She huffed, hot air escaping her nose like a bull as he fist continued it's fast-paced milking motion.

"I guard the countess when she holds court. You, are the scribe, the one that is supposed to be taking note of accepted requests, reading letters, among other important duties," Basilea glared at me, "Which you missed today."

I felt my my testicles churning and groaned, signaling my impending release. The warrior woman stroking my cock didn't stop for a second, instead pumping me even faster. I felt the first pulse shoot out of my cock and rode the wave of pleasure as more ropes of sticky man seed were coaxed out my spurting dick. I watched in horror as the thick, gooey strands sprayed out onto the boots of the female guard in front of me, her eyes widening in surprise.

"S-sorry!" I breathed, but Basilea continued her ruthless five-fingered ****, forcefully milking out every drop from my balls. The guard lifted her foot and shook her boot, which only succeeded in splattering the fresh semen on the greaves on her adjacent allies, much to their chagrin.

"There, all done." The dark-haired beauty looked at me with smug satisfaction. She inspected her jizz-covered hand and lapped up my spunk like a hungry kitten, cleaning her fingers thoroughly. One of the other guards returned her glove and gauntlet and she began putting them on, "Go see about that amnesia in the church, tell them that I sent you. The Countess can't have her scribe in this kind of state, otherwise I may have to punish you again."

I hastily nodded and the legion of female soldiers opened up their formation, allowing me to escape. It was an alien experience, being punished with a handjob in public... and not one of the other women made any sort of comment on it!

I hurried down the street, recalling Sarah's directions: Down the street, around the corner!