Her skirt comes off

"You want to cum, don't you, Your Holiness?" Sandra moans softly and rattles her chains weakly, but she neither concedes nor denies your crude assessment. "Admit that you're a whore, bitch, and I'll give you what you need." You can't even believe you are doing this and wonder how in the Hell you are going to explain this to Vivian.

"Never!" Your nasty language seems to awaken pride in the hapless cleric, or perhaps her player.

"We'll get this skirt off and then go from there." Sandra's sigh sounds almost like one of relief, and you wonder if she is as confused as you are by the turn that this solo run has taken.

It takes you a minute to find the small hooks just above where her zipper ends, but once you unlatch the two hooks and unzip the skirt it falls to the ground in a pool around her feet. She's now wearing just a pair of pretty yellow panties to cover her ass and your hands move confidently to the softness of her round hips.

"Please Mister," Sandra is somehow still able to stay in character, "I'm sworn to chastity in service to Saint Cuthbert."

"You'll be in service to me and the boys tonight." You answer her in the coarse accent of the burly guard, "I'm just the first of many who's going to sample this sweet body of yours."

"Noooo ... please, I'm begging you." With your hands on her hips, it is easy to pull her back against your hard-on so she can feel its girth as you grind it against her from behind.

"Rae can beg all she likes." You whisper softly into her ear, "these men have had all sorts of innocent young women plead with them. They don't care, they probably even like it." If you thought that the threat might break her, you are clearly mistaken because she quivers in your arms and grinds her ass back against you even harder.

"Rae is so conflicted, Stephen." Sandra's response is breathy and low but still loud enough for you to hear most of the words. "She knows that this brute is treating like a piece of meat, but she can feel her inexperienced body is responding to his groping." Once again, your fingers press against her sex but this time the only thing between you is a very thin, very wet pair of panties. "Oh FUCK, Stephen!" This is the first time you've heard the conservative young woman use language like this, "Rae can't stop him ... all she can do is twist helplessly in his arms as he touches her ... rubbing her ... teasing her sensitive body ... making her ache for more."

You step back, feasting on the sight before you as you work on the button of your waistband. You've never got your pants off this fast in your life. Your prick, already stiff and throbbing, pokes up proudly and presses against the soft warmth of her flesh. At first, she's confused when you position her ankles together but then she feels your member press into the small triangle where her legs come together at her crotch. She moans loudly and rests her forearms against the wall and presses her ass back to improve the angle of her backside.

"You squirm like a two-copper whore." You growl as you hump the damp fabric of her panties. "By the time this night is over, you'll be begging me and the boys to use you just like you need." It's quite not as good as actual sex, but with your hand cupping your cock and pressing it hard against the heat of her sex through her sheer underwear, and her warm thighs clenched tightly around your shaft, it is the next best thing.

"No, I'm not a whore." Sandra's eyes are closed, and her words come out in soft gasps through her open mouth. "I'm completely chaste, I swear."

"You may have never had a man split you open, Miss Holiness and Purity," it's surprisingly easy to play the part of the sadistic guard, "but deep inside, you're a needy slut and it won't be long before you're begging for my cock." As you speak you can feel Sandra start to jerk in your arms, she's close to a climax herself. It would be so cool if you could make her cum ... you have to pace yourself, so you don't blow too soon.