Return to Rae's troubles

"I guess this changes things a little." You lead Sandra away from the couch, but instead of having her take a seat, you back her up against the bookshelf. "I think I'm going to have to show you what Rae will have to go through." This seems to be exactly the right approach because Sandra lifts her hands above her head until her pose is strikingly similar to some of the drawings you found in her notebook. Except she's still dressed. Sandra, it seems is bothered by this too.

"Please Mister, don't hurt me." Sandra falls back into the role of her cleric, before expanding a little on her thinking. "Rae pleads with the guard as she squirms in his grasp, but there's nothing she can say to stop him from stripping off her remaining clothes, is there?"

Following her not so subtle hint, you unbutton Sandra's white blouse and pull both it and her bra off. Sandra lowers her arms long enough for you to remove the items and then lets you attach the heavy chain from last year's project around her slender wrists without protest.

"Oh yes, Stephen, when that musclebound guard lifts Rae against the wall, does he chain her arms up like this?" With her arms high over her head Sandra's bare breasts lift and sway freely. What little cool you were still holding on to is rapidly burning away, and you find yourself eager to do just that.

A few feet away, between the bookshelf and the window, a former tenant had a large hook bolted to the wall to hang his bike from. Once you finish attaching the heavy chain and step back to take a look, you're pretty sure that Sandra looks far better hanging from the hook than any stupid mountain bike ever did.

"This, Sandra, is what you get for manipulating your DM, do you understand?" Under normal circumstances you'd probably be stammering and stuttering like a fool, but instead you continue to channel the brutal NPC in the Overlord's dungeon. You have no doubt that part of this confidence comes from what you saw in Sandra's notebook. Your silent musing is interrupted as Sandra twists experimentally from the chain before looking up at you nervously.

"Yes, Sir. I'm sorry I was so wicked." She pulls at the chains to test their strength, but there is no way Sandra is getting free until you free her, and Sandra returns to her the game without missing a beat. "Rae knows she has broken faith with Saint Cuthbert too. That she has to be punished for her unlawful theft and weakness. Besides, if she protests too much, that beast might make her regret it..." she bites her lower lip before finishing the thought, "this is a dungeon after all with all kinds of whips, brands, clamps and other nasty stuff." For some reason, you feel a little more comfortable talking about the **** equipment hanging from the walls than what the crude jailor is doing with the half-naked beautiful woman in his power.

"That's right." You growl softly, "during her brief tour Rae saw more of those horrific devises than she ever even knew existed." Sandra's soft curves all seem to jiggle at once as she trembles against the wall.

"That's what I'm most afraid of, Stephen." Sandra's voice is low and throaty, "if Rae doesn't let those guards do whatever they want, she could be whipped ... or worse."

You've never really been into BSDM, but you have fantasized about getting your hands on these tits from the very first time you got a good look at Sandra sitting in Viv's dorm room. Now, there's nothing to keep you from doing exactly that.

"The gloating guard grabs Rae's tits and kneads them like a baker working his dough." You tell Sandra even as your hands do exactly that. Sandra's breasts are not just large, but they are also soft, warm and sensitive. When your thumb gently brushes the dark tip of one of those breasts it puckers and grows even harder. Curious, you pinch the other nipple hard enough to make her whimper softly and then release it to see which of these two approaches has the greater effect.

"This is your punishment, Miss Morelli, as much as it is your cleric's. Do you think the dungeon guard should prey on her sexual innocence, or use pain to break her spirit?" A real dom would undoubtably snicker contemptuously at the way you are giving up control. That's fine, as long as you and Sandra are both comfortable with where this is going.