Satisfying the monster

"Where's your little brother, Lady Christine?" Brother Bertram's huge hand continued to stroke his meat. "Make this easy on yourself. Unless of course, you want to feel this fat cock plow your tight ass." Christine struggled to understand what Bertram was saying ... surely, he couldn't mean ... that couldn't even be possible. The naked monk lifted a single finger that was as big around as a broom handle and smiled cruelly.

"Maybe we'll start with just a finger, huh?"

"No, wait!" After feeling that same finger stretching her just minutes ago, she could only imagine what it would feel like pushing into her anus. "I'll satisfy you; I'll use my hands ..." she pulled futilely at the manacles holding her arms above her head, "... if you unchain me."

"Not so proud now, are we milady?" Betram searched through the discarded robes lying on the floor and produced a ring of keys. "I think you and I will get along just fine once you loosen up a little."

A minute later, with the chains no longer restricting her, Christine looked up at the giant towering above her.

"Please, I've never tried this before ..." The man's scowling face didn't even twitch and if Christine thought that her innocence would soften the monster's heart, she quickly realized that if anything, Betram preferred it this way. It took both her hands to fully encircle the man's girth and in spite of the soft outer sheath of skin that covered the member, she could feel the shaft inside was as hard as oak.

"Lick it, you eager slut." Betram directed her pushing her head down to meet the swollen tip of the organ. "Get it good and slick before you start stroking me." Bertram's loins smelled like stale, picked fish and beer, and Christine almost gagged when her head was pushed down to his member. She tried to spit on the huge appendage, but her mouth was dry and finally in desperation she took the whole head into her mouth.

"Auughh!" The taste of his meat was even worse than the smell, but Brother Betram's fist tightened in her hair and pulled her down so even more of his cock filled her mouth. His other hand gripped her head and Christine realized that her plan to satisfy the man with her just her hands was as naive as it was optimistic. Bertram's manhood was so thick that her mouth stretched painfully to accommodate it and her hands squeezed as tightly as she dared in an attempt to keep even more of the throbbing erection out of her mouth.

"God, I love having a Highborn maiden gagging on my fuck-stick like a street whore!" Bertram's crude grunt filled her with shame. She should protest! She should fight, but by this point her will to fight was badly diminished. All she could hope for was that her tormentor would finish with her quickly and not take any further liberties.