The guard is surprisingly gentle

Both Sandra's nipples tighten into hard nubs, but while the one that is swollen from where you pinched it starts to soften, the other nipple lifts eagerly when your fingertips caress it gently.

"He's going to use her body against her." Sandra's eyes half close as she bends her knees until almost all her weight is hanging from the chains around her wrists. "You'd think that someone that big and strong would be rough and demanding, but this is so much worse for Rae."

"Worse?" You ask as you continue to play with her magnificent tits. "How so?"

"I think Rae was ready for the brutality that she saw the other prisoners had to go through, Stephen." Sandra drops out of character for just a second as her eyes meet yours questioningly. "I'm guessing Rae's early training with the Church of Saint Cuthbert involved exposure to pain and discomfort much like the martyrdom of their holy founder." You hadn't really thought much about what clerical training for initiates of her church might entail, but it is a reasonable assumption. "But I doubt she's ready for the feeling of sexual arousal. Until she was brought before the Ballif earlier, she'd never ever been touched by a man - not like this."

"Does she like it?" You ask as you cup her tits and gently massage the mounds of soft flesh. "Does she like being fondled by a man, as she squirms helplessly in that dark cell?" Really, what you are asking is if Sandra is OK with what you are doing, and her soft whimper of surrender is all the encouragement you need. Without a word you spin her around, so her face is pressed against the wall and you can get a good look at her ass as she hangs from the hook.

"There's more than one way to break a proud prisoner." You chuckle coarsely doing your best crude henchman voice as you press her against the wall and your thighs grind against her ass. "Especially if she's a pure little virgin like this one is." You move your hand downwards from her breasts between her soft belly and the cool wall towards where her long full skirt is tightly belted around her waist. It is just as well that there is this extra level of protection, because if Sandra had been dressed as skimpily as her Lawful Good cleric was, you doubt you could have kept your fingers out of her pussy. Even though your hand is rubbing her through the thick fabric of her skirt, you assure her that Rae is not so lucky.

"The guard slides his hand down to Rae's sex like this. Do you think Rae is already slick and ready when his fingers reach her treasure?"

"Yessss," Sandra's moan is low and needy. "Rae is mortified, Stephen, but there's no doubt that her inexperience with men has left her poorly prepared to fight her body's treasonous response." You can feel the moist heat radiating from the normally reserved religious young woman as your fingers press even harder into the cleft. There is a thick seam in her skirt that you press against what you hope might be her clit; and judging by the way she shudders in your arms you feel confident it is.

"He wants Rae to cum ..." You press firmly against her, pinning the sexy brunette to the wall as your fingers continue their ****. "Does your lawful good cleric lose that last remaining bit of dignity as she is caressed and teased in front of the other cheering guards?"

"She doesn't want to, Stephen ... she wants him to stop, Stephen, but she's afraid that if he does stop, she'll start begging for his touch." It is almost an invitation to tease her like that, but she is so close to cumming that you hate to wait any longer.