Too tempting to pass up

In my room I take the time to change into a black turtleneck and trousers, I look nothing at all the the robed members of the clergy that terrorized much of Europe, but the all black outfit is mysterious and completely different from what I usually wear. By the time I get back to Alison's room, with a couple candles and a lighter, she has changed her clothes too. In the flickering light from the candles I can see she is dressed - as promised - in nothing but a skimpy black slip that does little to hide her pale breasts and that reaches no lower than mid thigh. In spite of the blatant sexuality of the undergarment, the embroidered veil that modestly covers her hair and the soulful way her dark eyes search mine make me believe that this lovely maiden is as innocent as Alison described.

“Please, Sir.” I can hear the fear in Alison's tone as she plays the part of the innocent Spanish Doncella, “There's been a terrible mistake, I am a loyal daughter of the Holy Church.” She steps forward to meet me, but is stopped by the chains fastened to her slender wrists.

Each of the chains taken from her purses has now been fastened to the bike hooks bolted to the wall, and as her arms are stretched behind her, her breasts strain dangerously against the lacy bodice of her slip. Later I will have to have her show me how she was able to chain herself to the wall, but right now I am finding it surprisingly easy to play the role of the lecherous inquisitor.

“That is what I am here to determine.” I speak quietly but in a tone that my students learned to fear back when I was still teaching. “The charges against your family are most heinous, and you my dear are at the center of the accusation.”

“Me?” I have to keep from smiling at the incredulous innocence of the question. “What could I have done?”

“It seems that you have been consorting with one of Beelzebub's demon lords.” I make up her crime as I step closer so she can feel the heat from the candle on her smooth cheek. “Fornicating with the ebony djinn and sating him with your sinful flesh.” Apparently I strike the exact right note for Alison's fantasy because the moan that escapes her soft lips is primal in it's neediness.

“No, my body is pure.” Her eyes lift to mine in what could only be a silent invitation, “No man has ever seen my naked body, or touched my flesh.”

“Don't lie to me, Harlot!” I growl as I push her back until my body pins hers against the wall. “It is well known that Judite women use their bodies to lure Christian men away from the path of God.” I kiss the struggling woman tasting her sweet lips with mine and I have to admit the rattling of the chains as she tries to squirm free combined with the exotic fantasy she has painted has me more than a little excited. Initially I have to hold her head to keep her from pulling away, but soon enough she surrenders and I am able to plunder her mouth as she whimpers and moans. “You see however, my Jezebel, your sinful body is no match for my will.” When the kiss finally ends Alison is panting hard and it takes her a moment to collect herself. When she does she is once again the innocent Senorita pleading for mercy.

“I swear by Holy Virgin, your Excellency, I am a faithful servant of God.” By this time, the fate of the chained maiden is no longer in doubt, the only question that is still circulating in my mind is should I gently break her, or just overpower the chained captive as she pleads for mercy. Her eyes widen in fear as I slowly run my hands over her nearly naked figure squeezing her small round breasts and thumbing her hardening teats through her lacey slip with my thumbs.

“And just how do you think a pure servant of God should demonstrate her obedience to the Church?” I pull down the silk until her left breast pops free of the slip. “Would you sacrifice your sinful flesh to save your eternal soul?” The way I press my knee between her thighs leaves no doubt in the mind of even the sheltered maiden Alison is pretending to be what I mean by sacrificing your sinful flesh.

“Not that, Sir.” She pulls futilely at the chains wrapped around her wrists and turns her head to the side to avoid my lustful gaze. “Please, I am promised to anoth-.” I cut off her protests with another kiss this time grinding my thigh against her sex and roughly kneading the exposed tit as I plunder her mouth. She is panting and squirming on my leg by the time I shift my attention to the delicate ear beneath the elegant veil.

“Do you think your betrothed would still want you if he knew that you were an agent of the devil?” I whisper softly as I nuzzle the delicate lobe, “a succubus whose young, lush, ripe body is a lure used by Hebrew Elders to lead young men to Hell?”

“Please, I'm not a Jewess.” Pinned as she is against the wall with her wrists wrapped in chains, her silky undergarment pulled away and my thigh wedged between her legs, Alison looks ready to be fucked, and the way she is pleading her innocence and her devotion to the Holy Church just wants to make me defile her even more. I step back long enough to strip naked and even in the dim light from the flickering candle I see Alison eyeing my rock hard erection as I close the gap between us. She has not forgotten the sweet Spanish Doncella that she is portraying because when I reach for her half naked body she tries once again to negotiate some kind of resolution “Your Excellency, Please! What do you want from me?”