Saving herself... For the Alter?

He pulls his hand out of her snatch, stopping to give her ass a good squeeze. Charlotte squeals. "I'm going to really enjoy this. If you're as good a girl as you have been, so will you." He grabs the waist of her skirt with both hands and gives it a good hard yank, pulling the skirt off her hips, passed her knees and down around her ankles.

Charlotte lets out a terrified little cry, her flight instinct taking over and catapulting her to her feet. She runs further into the church onto what use to probably be the dais where the alter was kept. Frantic, she starts looking for a way out or a way to defend herself. Her eyes catch sight of a small cross on the floor. The edge might be sharp.

Grabbing it, she points it at the ****. "Stay away!" The man pauses not even a foot from her.

~Now now. Play nice!~ Charlotte feels the thong's typical **** on her sex drive, her clit practically thrumming. She gasps, falling to her knees, doubled over. The semi-sharp cross lands at the tattooed man's feet.

"That wasn't a nice way to treat your first, girl." He picks up the cross. "But I'll forgive you just this once." He pushes her to the ground and uses the cross/shank to cut open her tank-top, leaving her in only her thong. Her cloths gone, he throws the cross as far as he can, putting it completely out of sight.

Again the thong taunts her. ~A defiling in a church. Down right poetic don't you think? Brings new meaning to saving yourself for the alter.~

"Now... Where shall we start little one?" That evil smirk that Charlotte has really come to hate re-appears on his face.