Poorly for Catherine

Catherine grunted as she barely deflected another blow, cursing under her breath. The bandit was much better than she had expected, that much was true, but what truly frustrated her was how she herself was acting. She was distracted, her edge was dulled. There' had been far too many close calls, especially considering how well-trained she was.

However, she was knocked from her thinking by a swift axe striking her chest, sending her tumbling backwards as she grunted, trying to again gather her bearings. At least she hadn't let go of the training sword she was using for the spar. Still, it was very clear she was losing, and badly, and that needed to change. Deciding to throw caution into the wind, Catherine tried to go on the offensive, hoping to catch the former bandit by surprise with a series of swings.

As she started her attack, however, the distraction that had been nagging Catherine during the entire spar struck again. Her swings were wide and sloppy, and her foe took advantage of this, a single hit from his axe sending her blade clattering to the floor, while another sent her flying backwards, this time defeated and disarmed. Grunting as she hit the ground, Catherine just laid there for a moment. How had a mere bandit defeated her?

Still, she didn't have long to think over her defeat, as when she looked again, Kostas was standing before, smirk clear on his face as he looked down at her. Oh, how she longed to punch that face in....but there was also something else about the bandit...something Catherine couldn't quite put her finger on, but she was sure it was the source of her poor performance. Before she got a chance to ponder on it, however, the bandit acted again, moving quickly and stripping off parts of her armor!

"Hey, what do you think you're doing?!", she asked as she tried to get up and fight him off, but found herself lacking the strength or the will to do so. As she glared at him, he laughed, continuing to strip her, easily fighting off her half-hearted and feeble attempts to resist.

"I'm merely claiming my prize for winning our spar", he stated, and as she continued, Catherine's resistance grew weaker and weaker. But why? She didn't want this.... did she? Something at the back of her mind appeared to laugh, taunting her as more of the will to resist simply left her, and her armor was soon completely off, followed by the clothing she wore underneath.

"T-this isn't some bandit camp, you can't just do whatever you want, you dirty pig! Lady Rhea will hear of this!", she responded, but it was half-hearted, and it only made his laugh as he took off his own clothing to reveal his hard cock. Catherine's eyes immediately were glued onto it, no matter how hard she tried to look away. Something was pulling her to it.

"Oh, she'll hear of this alright, once she is mine too", he said with a grin as he walked forward, before his cock was right before it was standing right in front of Catherine, just a few inches from her face. It looked.... delicious.... her mind blanked as she leaned forward and opened her mouth, giving a testing lick before she started to suck, a part of her yelling at her to stop, but drowned out by a strange power, a power that wrapped itself around her, made her want to obey. As such, Catherine continued to suck the bandit's cock.