Of course not

Roger squirmed in Greta's iron grasp as the women admired his naked body.

"Ooooh, look at that!"

"He's loving this!"

"Mmmmm, I'd love to have some time alone with him!"

"Are all the knights total studs like this one?"

"Only one way to find out. I think we need to strip the Queen's men more often!"

Their cat calls filled Roger with shame... and... pride?!

He'd always been at least semi-popular with the tavern wenches, although he'd figure much of that had to do with his social status as much as anything else.

But the way these women were looking at him now was on a whole other level.

Sure, the power and control they had over him clearly played a part, at least for some of the thieves, although the pure lust in many of the women's voices, and the way so many of them were hungrily eyeing him... there was clearly a genuine physical attraction there...

Roger tightly shut his eyes and tried to drive those thoughts from his mind.

What was he thinking?! These women were thieves, and he was a knight! And they had already humiliated him so much!

And yet...

Noo. He had to escape. He had to!

Roger felt his stiff, throbbing cock jiggle back and forth as he struggled in vain to break free.

"MMMM, I love it when they do that..."

"It's like he's vegging us to do more!"

"OOOooooo, just look at that thing!"

"I think he needs some relief..."

Roger gasped and opened his eyes as he felt warm, soft breath blowing across his stiff dick.

He looked down and saw several women were now kneeling eye level with his crotch and paying particularly intense attention to his erect manhood.

"Can we have some fun?" A short and rather plump redhead asked as she kept her eyes locked on Roger's member.

Roger looked at them, and then over at Vanessa.

His eyes were pleading, although no one could tell if it was for mercy or relief.

"Sure," the guild mistress agreed. "Although let's get a better look at him..."

Roger gulped, he didn't like the sound of that.