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Sacred Duty

By: OmnislashXX



The kingdom of Jupta. This place is a place filled with heroic knights, mystical creatures and dark magic. The kingdom was set on a huge continent that it shares with five other neighboring Kingdoms. Jupta, located on the very west of the Alexian continent, is friendly to all the other kingdoms, save for the Shiarl Kingdom, a country that sits on Jupta's northeast border. They have, over the course of time, engaged in warfare over the borders, land and resources. No side has ever been able to gain any substantive victories over the other, so the wars have always ended up coming to stalemates. The only real casualties, have been the men lost in those battles. This story takes place seven years after the last debacle. 

Sarah was the daughter of the head priest of the Shrine of Shereidon. Shereidon was a god that many of the peoples on the Alexian continent worshiped. There were many shrines built throughout the countries for the people to gather. The Shiarl Kingdom, however, did not worship Shereidon, though they believed and coveted his power.

Sarah, a girl dressed in a white cotton and linen uniform, was busy about the temple located near the border of Shiarl. Her auburn hair bounced along her shoulders as she helped set up ceremonial decorations for an upcoming festival. Her shrine outfit hung about her shoulders comfortably, the sleeves only covering her shoulders. The top seams dipped sharply around her neck, briefly tracing the top inside curves of her breasts, to meet almost at the center of her chest. Three woven strands of gold string gently kept the small opening around her cleavage closed and It conformed rather softly around her medium, almost perfectly rounded breasts. It traveled underneath her tightened blue sash that she wore as a belt. Her shrine maiden dress traveled out underneath her sash, down the length of her soft tan thighs and came to rest slightly above her knees. Her dress was adorned with small trails of gold and blue. 

Sarah was fresh and young and nubile at the age of eighteen, but she had no interest in many of the squires or knights that happened to wander into the temple to pray. Though she was an attractive girl, she was only interested in her devotion to Shereidon. She hoped one day to take her father's place as head of the temple.

She was in the main room of the temple at the start of her ordeal. The main room was massive. The whitened marble contrasted with the bright red rug that traveled from the huge main entranceway. The rug traveled through the middle o many pews and towards several carpeted stone steps, which in turn lead up to four altars, semi-circling a huge statue of the God. The statue was also made of white marble. The statue was muscular. His beard flowed down to his feet and hie eyes shown with softness. His arms were hung to his waist, but his forearms were outstretched with his palms held up.

Sarah had just finished cleaning and setting up the second altar when she heard a great deal of commotion coming from the entranceway. 

There were men that were yelling from the outside, some screaming, most alarmingly upset. Sarah ran from her spot at the altar towards the Shrine doors. But just as she was about to open them, the massive brown wooden doors were instantly torn down and a huge amount of people wearing gold armor, with green pants and carrying swords immediately entered.

She paused, taking in the situation and then whirled about instinctively. She had not even taken two steps when one of the men had managed to snag her with his arm around the waist.

"Ahh let me go!", she cried in a soft voice.

But another rough gloved hand curled around her mouth. She suddenly smelled a strange odor wafting into her nose. She looked about and realized that the soldier's hand also held a small white cloth.

"No", she whispered, as her struggling began to cease. But soon all she saw was encroaching blackness. 

The muscles in her legs gave out and she found herself slumping into darkness. 

The soldier holding her suddenly felt her weight and then kneeled down to spin her around. He curled his left arm around her knees, let her stomach fall across his shoulder and picked her up. he carried the unconscious Sarah out of the temple.

A bearded man on a huge brown horse met up with the soldier outside of the entrance. He was big and muscular, and his black hair matched his gruff appearance. Several men wearing bright blue clerics robes were sprawled about the ground.

"Sir, we have the High priest's daughter," the soldier informed.

"Good work Alex," The man said in a stern authoritative voice, " I'm sure that she is the one that truly knows what I desire."

"Yes sir," Alex nodded.

The gruff man beckoned and so Alex leaned up against the horse, so that he and the man could slide Sarah's unconscious body up on top of it

The gruff man looked to the distance. The sky was orange, the sun setting on the horizon. A crisp wind blew.

"We'd best be off, before news gets to Jupta about this," he said, " We must have time to conduct our interview."

"Yes, Duke," Alex saluted.

With that the small army of soldiers mounted their own horses and quickly disappeared from the Shrine with their prisoner.

News of the attack on the Shereidon temple grew fast. The head priest, whom had actually been away to see the King of Jupta on business, was horrified to learn of his daughter's abduction. A search patrol was immediately launched and suspicion grew that once again it was the Shiarl Kingdom. The patrol had left for the shrine immediately and was hot to follow the trail that the attackers had supposedly in their haste. The attackers were not yet known and the pursuit may have been delayed, but the mystery of Sarah's abductors would not be too difficult to uncover. Unfortunately for Sarah, it left just enough time for her to be...

When Sarah became aware again, she knew that she wasn't home. She remembered what had happened as her gaze began to focus. Her arms refused to move from their position and as her vision started to clear. She realized that she was standing up. The sandals that she wore at the shrine had been removed, her bare feet rested upon the smooth wooden floor. Her wrists had been secured by ropes to a large wooden beam that traveled through a vertical wooden beam. The wooden beam was smooth and circular and was about two inches thick. It rested along the middle of her back as it embedded itself into the floor. She quickly realized that the wood floor she was standing on was just a portable contraption.

As her auburn hair floated across her shoulders as she learned that she was still wearing her shrine outfit. Her ankles were also secured by more ropes that lead from the wood floor. The lines were taut enough so that she wasn't leaning on the vertical beam, but loose enough to give her limbs and inch or so movement.

As she quickly surveyed her surroundings, the room morphed into what looked like a throne room. There were about four soldiers, all wearing the same garb from before, standing about the place. Two were guarding at each side at the double doors behind her while the other two were standing on each of side of the small staircase that lay in front of her. The blue sparkly floor, flowed up the staircase towards a bright gem encrusted chair. Sitting in that chair was a muscular man, with a black beard and a gruff face. He was wearing finely embroidered blue pants and a golden silk shirt. By his throne lay a scabbard. 

Sarah also noticed an old sinister looking man standing at the man's right hand. He was wearing a rather shabby black cloaked robe, that was torn at the seams. Sarah caught the gleam in the man's crooked eyes and suddenly became aware of a strange feeling. Although she was wearing clothes, she felt embarrassed by his gaze.

But what had happened to her? Why has she suddenly being held captive? And what did they do to her when she was out? Could they have...?!? Her heart started to beat fast as she started to panic.

"I see that you are finally awake... Ms. Sarah," the man in the chair spoke kindly but with authority.

"Wh... what?," she started to form sentences, " What is going on?"

She was still trying to take in her surroundings.

"Well, my guess is that your being held captive," the man mused.

The other men in the room chuckled.

Sarah became suddenly afraid. Her breath became very slow and her skin grew cold.

"Oh don't worry. Our intention is not to harm you," the man explained.

Sarah narrowed her eyes, then quickly retorted, " Then why am I your prisoner?"

"I'm sorry for the rough treatment," the man continued, " but it is the only way to get the information I seek."

Sarah paused, wide eyed. She had no idea what the man was talking about. She didn't know anything besides how to upkeep the Shrine. She didn't know why someone would abduct her just to ask her questions.

"I don't know anything, I'm just a Shrine maiden," she explained, " Now please let me go."

She struggled with her bonds, pulling against the ropes. But the binds were too strong for her so she quickly sighed and relaxed. Her skirt felt smooth as it brushed against her legs She caught the old man's gleam again and felt very insecure. She looked away.

"You are the old man's daughter, are you not?" the gruff man asked.

Sarah decided to be defiant and didn't answer.

"Well, are you or not?! This will go easier if you just cooperate," the gruff man asked again.

Sarah shot the finely dressed, but overly gruff man an angry look before saying ,"Yes!"

"Then we did not make a mistake," he said.

The soldiers kept eyeing her and she moved her limbs as best as she could. She was growing both impatient and fearful about the situation.

"I swear I don't know anything about anything," she claimed, " I just want to go home."

"Indeed you shall, after telling us what I wish to know," the man retorted.

It was then that the old man spoke up. His voice was low and oily and it made Sarah's skin crawl.

"Perhaps It would be better Lord, if you were to introduce yourself and clarify to the young lady the meaning of her visit," he advised.

"Yes, your right Mortimer," the man agreed. 

He stood up out of his chair and slowly walked toward the bound girl. As he stepped down the staircase in his smoothly black boots, he gave out his introduction.

"I am Duke Ross, of the Kingdom of Shiarl," he bowed his head to her.

"Duke... of Shiarl?", she exclaimed.

"Correct," he smiled with his beard.

"Why would you kidnap me? I'm a citizen of Jupta. Do you wish to start a war again?", Sarah berated the Duke.

"Well, eventually," the Duke admitted, " but I'm aware as much as you are that a war against Jupta is really pointless."

Sarah swallowed as the Duke continued.

"Nobody wins. The two sides are deadlocked. No one has advantage over the other," he explained.

"Yes, so why would you want to risk causing an international incident, such as kidnaping a Shereidon Temple worker no less, that may trigger another onset of war? Hasn't there been enough bloodshed?", she asked.

"I do not wish another pointless war myself," Ross admitted," but I do wish there to be a war that has a point. And that is why I have abducted you."

Sarah was confused. She had no idea why she would be so pivotal to the Kingdom's plans. 

"I don't have any merit to any of your Kingdom's schemes. Moreover, many other countries may look down upon your desecration of a Shereidon Temple priestess," she told, " You don't have any cause. Please just let me go." 

She pulled on her ropes.

"I want the spell," he flatly said.

A jolt suddenly went through Sarah's body. The spell? She darted her eyes back over to the Duke's face. She inwardly hoped that he had not caught her momentary gasp, but his knowing and intrusive glances toward her gave her the feeling that he had.

"You know... the spell," the Duke said again., raising his eyebrows.

"I don't know any spells," Sarah voiced.

"Well, see... there... you lied," The Duke strode up next to her.

He drew his face close to hers and smiled. She could smell a faint scent of alcohol on his breath. She tried to draw her head back as much as she could from him. His gruff face just smiled and then he stood straight back up again.

"You are the daughter of the high priest. So he must have told you the spell I want. It's a tradition to pass the secret on, is it not?", he smiled wryly.

Sarah's grim expression told the story. She did know what he was talking about. But she had no idea how he could have known. She just stared blankly and said nothing.

The Duke moved closer and then pressed his hand against the vertical wood beam, drawing up close to her body. He was still smiling knowingly. He drew his mouth up close to her face. Her cheeks drew flushed and she closed her eyes, pulling back away as best she could. But when she opened her eyes again, she found he had drawn his mouth close up to her left ear.

"I want the Ragnabirth spell", he whispered.

"No! You can't!," she blurted out.

She immediately realized her mistake. Everyone in the room was smiling, especially the duke. She gritted her teeth in disgust and then bit back her tongue.

"Ahh So you do know, " the Duke stood up straight again, " well now were getting somewhere."

"You... won't get any farther," she sighed, relaxing in her restraints, " I won't tell you anything."

"I don't know about that, " The Duke grinned, " I think you'll want to tell us sooner or later."

Sarah just glared at him with anger in her eyes. In her heart she could not believe that someone such as the Duke would know about the Ragnabirth spell. No one was supposed to know. It made her upset that he knew about it. 

"I know all about what the Ragnabirth spell does, " the Duke explained, " I know how to perform it, what it does, and it's risks. But... what I don't know is what the words are. In fact nobody knows of any written form of the spell."

Sarah just stared silently.

"Actually sire, " the oily old man interrupted, " It's forbidden by law to even write the words out, or so I'm told. The law is even forbidden to mention I believe."

"That written law only exists archived in the main temple. So few even know about it," the Duke explained.

"So how is it that you know?" Sarah grumbled.

"Well... Shiarl espionage does wonders." the Duke mused," In any case we know that you know the words."

"I don't know them," Sarah denied.

"But, you do," the Duke grinned.

Sarah shook her head in denial. She just wanted to go home.

"Your going to tell us the words," the Duke commanded, " and then you can go home."

" I don't know them," Sarah vehemently repeated.

The Duke chuckled. He didn't at all seem angry. Instead he seemed amused. The old man's face was cracking into a smile as well.

"Well, you can either tell us what we want to know, or you can be the subject of entertainment and still tell us what we want to know," he mused.

"Wh..what...", Sarah felt a cold shiver run down her spine. 

She looked around at her surroundings again. The men in the room were staring at her with silly grins on their faces. Everyone's gaze seemed to be focused on her body. She immediately thought about protecting her virginity. She had to...It was a law to be a virgin in order to be a priestess at her shrine. But she was in a very precarious position. Anyone could do anything they wanted to her at the moment. She was in no position to guard herself. She subconsciously pressed her thighs together and felt her cheeks redden.

"I know what you are, " the Duke smiled, " Temple Worker. Priestess. Virgin."

Sarah gulped at the last word. She drew her head down and gave the Duke a reserved look. Her cheeks reddened.

"I bet no man has ever seen you naked," he continued.

The thought of everyone in the room looking at her while she was nude crashed into her brain. Her nipples started to tingle a little, but she tried to clear her head away from the thoughts. She didn't want these strange people to stare at.. everything.

"I... don't know anything," she whispered again.

"Well, we'll see," Ross continued on, "in the meantime I'd like to show you something."

The old man hobbled forth and produced a long slender black box from within the confines of his dirty old tunic. He handed it to the Duke. The Duke just continued to stare at the confined Sarah. 

She struggled in her ropes, pulling and tugging at them, but she could not get free. 

Just then, the door to the throne room opened with a loud sound and the soldier named Alex walked through. 

"Ahh Alex, You just made it, " the Duke said, " Please close the door."

The soldier named Alex did just that. Afterwards he strode through the room, nodding at the nubile young Sarah and took a seat by the steps. Sarah knew then that something was up.

The Duke had again come up to within arms distance of her. She struggled again to get free as she peered at the black box that the Duke had in his hand. He slowly opened it. 

"Take a look at this," he smiled.

His thumb and index finger dug into the box, and a moment later her produced a small fuzzy creature. It resembled a caterpillar, except that it was completely covered in white fur. It's size was that of a small pinky finger. Sarah thought it looked harmless. As it wiggled in the Duke's hand, she thought it looked a bit cute.

"Strange isn't it?," the Duke smiled, "these creatures are very rare to find. Very magical creature."

Sarah stared at the fuzzy white caterpillar more closely.

"It has a voracious appetite. Continues to eat regularly," he explained. 

At once Sarah started to become concerned. What did it eat? She asked in her mind. But before she could even react the Duke reached out and placed the fuzzy creature onto her right shoulder. 

She jumped. She didn't want something to start taking bites out of her! She didn't much like insects. She just wanted it off. As she struggled to try and fling it off, the Duke reached out right arm and grabbed her on the other shoulder. 

"Calm down," he said, " they don't eat meat. It won't hurt you at all."

She calmed down, but then watched then as he produced yet another white bug. His fingertips placed it directly onto her blue cloth belt.

"What... what do they eat?" She asked.

The Duke produced a third one and then stooped, placing it onto her dress.

"Silk," he smiled, standing tall again.

At that he closed the box and then stepped back. It took a moment for her to realize what it was he had just said. The bugs that he had just placed on her ate silk. That meant that...

She looked up onto her right shoulder. Sure enough, the small white bug was starting to chomp into the seam. Her heart lunged.

"So..," The Duke said, "We'll give you time to think it over. You can tell us the words to the spell whenever you want and we'll just let you go. But... well... I wouldn't wait too long to decide!"

He laughed and then walked back to return to his seat. The people in the room turned their attention away from her, and started conversation amongst themselves. Every once in awhile they would glance toward her. The old man was staring at her with obvious enjoyment and the Duke licked his lips at her in anticipation.

She wasn't going to give in. The Ragnabirth spell was a spell no one should have ever known about. The only reason she knew about it was because of her lineage. It was a forbidden spell, only to be used as a last resort if the world should fall into chaos. She knew she could never give it up.

She struggled, trying to get free of her bonds again. She could not break them, and she started to breathe heavily. The bugs were already chewing on her uniform in front of a room full of men. They were all waiting for the bugs to start peeling away her clothes strip by strip. She whipped her head around trying to locate them on her tunic. She spotted one all the way at the bottom of her skirt, near her knees. It was crawling on the seam, eating away at it as it moved.


Sacred Duty



Another one was busy eating along her neckline. It's mandibles were slowly tearing into the tunic's cotton, eating away small pieces of her uniform. The last one was sitting on her belt.

"They never grow tired y'know," the Duke explained, " they just keep eating and eating."

The one on her belt crawled underneath her sash. She could not see where the caterpillar had gone. It hadn't of taken long and already her tunic, which usually felt snug was starting to feel a little looser. 

She knew she needed to get out of this. Maybe the bugs would eat part of the rope. But they didn't seem at all interested in climbing up her arm and eating her bonds. The only thing they were interested munching on was the tunic that kept these men from staring at her flesh! The old man kept watching her. She didn't want that creepy old guy to see her body! 

But she couldn't move. The bugs were working on, slowly eroding away her tunic and there was nothing she could do about it. The minutes were slow and long, but she stayed silent. She knew that she could never give up the spell for anything, even if it was humiliation. But... with every bite she was going to be exposed just a little bit more. 

The men just sat back and relaxed. They were quite content to just wait it out. After all, to them it was just a big show. 

She looked down and noticed that the seam of her dress had risen to about an inch higher. The caterpillar was still working at it, going clockwise around her dress as it continued to eat away at it. The belt sash on her waist was loosening too. Even her breasts were starting to feel a little less confined. Every once in a while she could feel the cloth moving along their soft skin. She looked down at her chest and saw one of the white fuzzy bugs starting to eat away at the top one of each of the gold strings that kept her breasts safely nestled inside her uniform. It munched, chewed and pinched at the gold silk threads of the string. Sarah couldn't help but watch as the bug worked it's way through the tightly woven fabric. As it munched, the string had more and more give to it. It was going to break if the bug didn't stop. Which it wasn't. The caterpillars incisors snipped away at it. It was barely hanging by a couple threads. The caterpillar paid no heed to her frantic pulls on the ropes. It continued to clip away the next strand of the thread. It broke another soft string as it gulped down it's meal. Then the fuzzy white bug's incisors cut into the last available thread. The top most string of her tunic snapped open. She felt her breasts push a little bit more against the fabric. Her cleavage was starting to become wider and wider. The seams around her breasts slid a bit downwards, revealing some of their soft contours. And The caterpillar kept on eating away at the seam. She began to feel flushed and a bit exposed.

Maybe someone would come and rescue her before hen, she thought. But how would anyone know where she could be?! She was in this alone... and she could not do anything. 

Soon after she felt a sudden looseness around her waist. Her blue cloth belt was starting to move because it was so loose. She watched as it's knot began to slip. She wanted to fix her belt, but she couldn't use here hands. Every second, her belt slowly sagged lower on her waist. The fabric smoothly started to flow through the knot. Her tunic was drawing ever more further from her waist as it loosened. With every second, the belt slid more and more through the knot. She sweated as it started to move quicker. She wanted to tie her belt, but she couldn't! She tried moving her waist, wanting to throw the bugs off. But she knew that she had no way to remove them. Their feet allowed them to cling to her fabric with ease. As she thought this, she felt another sudden change on her waist and realized that her belt had been suddenly eaten through. Her whole waist felt free as the blue sash like belt slipped down across her dress. She watched helplessly as it quietly brushed against her increasingly shorter skirt, past her knees and folded onto the floor next to her naked toes. The hem of her dress lightened it's feel around her waist, and the bottom of her shirt hung loosely out. Her cheeks became beat red as she tensed her muscles. She stared up and caught the stares of all the men looking at her. The Duke gave her a knowing glance and licked his lips. She gulped. 

"Going to tell us yet? That outfit is getting a bit skimpy there, " the Duke said.

"No," Sarah exclaimed, shaking her head no. 

No matter what, she could not reveal the spell even if she could not escape this situation. But If she did not say, these strange men were soon going to be able to see... her... 

Her beat red face looked down. Her dress was slowly being eaten upwards by the white caterpillar, exposing the bottom parts of her silky white thighs. She pushed against the ropes in frustration, but it did no good. The men were staring, watching the caterpillars sitting on her tunic. They could see bits of her breasts peeking out from the front of her shirt, and more and more of her round and soft legs. She saw the one caterpillar traveling down the right seam of her shirt.. as it inched along, it kept snipping along, revealing very small parts of her right breast. It was nearing towards the next string of her tunic.

"You really wonder where it all goes," the Duke said, " no one really does. That's the mystery about them."

Sarah wasn't paying attention. the front of her shirt was jagged, and she blushed because the men could already look upon some of the exposed sections of her breast. The seams were becoming loose and the fabric that was draped across her breasts were sliding further and further down as the minutes passed. The bug had inched it's way downwards and stopped at the second string of her tunic. It placed it's mouth onto the string and started to again pull and tug at it, ripping cloth with it's mouth. She could feel the men's eyes focused on her shirt, and she wanted nothing more to close up the cleavage. She again tugged at the ropes in vain. The bug chomped at the thread. She sweated as she waited, knowing there wasn't much she could do. The caterpillar's incisors snipped and gnawed away at the gold string. Her eyes intensely stared at it, pleading for it to stop. But the bug continued to dissolve and erode away at the cloth. She sweated as she watched as the sting threatened to snap. Her breasts were softly pushing against it and the thread complained noiselessly. The sharp incisors of the bug clipped and clipped. Sarah clenched her teeth. And then she felt the second string suddenly jerk open. The front seams of her shirt slid softly down the top parts of her breasts, exposing more and more of their soft flesh. The inside mounds of her breasts were exposed. She felt naked, even though she knew she wasn't. If things kept up these strange men were soon going to be able to peer at her nipples! 

The caterpillar on her skirt was doing it's job efficiently. The bottom parts of her skirt were being eaten away piece by piece, raising the seam of it higher and higher. Her dress was softly folded around her waist, and it moved ever so slightly as the bug pinched and prodded it. Sarah was trying to move her dress with her thighs, enough so she might be able to knock it off. It''s feet clung to the fabric though, and it chewed relentlessly, each bite exposing more and more of her thighs. The bottom parts of it had already risen halfway up them. Her soft ample legs were growing more and more naked!

The third caterpillar was busy cutting into her shirt under her right arm. It was snipping her shirt as it moved vertically upwards.

Suddenly she realized that the man named Alex had made her way over to her. He was a young man with a clean cut haircut and boyish looks. He was smiling gently. She have him a desperate glance.

"I think you better just tell the Duke what you know, " he said.

Sarah didn't say anything. She just stared angrily into his eyes.

"But in case you don't, well here's more incentive," he sneered.

She watched as he opened his hand and placed yet another caterpillar onto the bottom part of her skirt. 

Oh, no! she thought, now her skirt was going to be eaten away twice as fast!

She threw her whole body against the ropes, but it did no good.

The she felt a slight tugging near her chest. She looked down and learned that the last string was slowly being snipped through. Her whole body flushed. If that string broke, there was a good chance her tunic would slip down too far... Her breasts were already in danger of pushing their way out of the seams. Each snip of the caterpillar's mandibles caused the seam to expose millimeters of her soft warm breasts. She didn't want that thread to snap!

Snip. Eat.

She watched helplessly. The skin on her breasts told that her shirt was slipping..

Eat. chew.

Her breasts slid out more.

She pulled as hard as she could on the ropes, but could not move.

Snip.

The thread was taut. It was threatening to snap. The caterpillar pinched at the last strings of it.

Then she felt it go. The thread flew open. The seams of her shirt were pushed against by her breasts, and they started to slide out. The fabric brushed her softly against her breasts, and the seam slid downwards, a hair's length above her now hardened pink nipples. She couldn't believe her luck. But how long could she hold out?! Any more and her nipples were going to become exposed!

A whisk of air in the room caused her to draw her attention towards her skirt. It was short. Very short. The caterpillars there had succeeded in exposing most of her upper thighs. She blushed, knowing that these men could see so much of her round legs and so much of her breasts. She was embarrassed, but her body started to tingle with excitement. Her breasts were starting to harden a little and she felt a warm tingling sensation inside of her legs. 

The old man's eyes gleamed with lust. The soldiers also looked as if they were standing quite uncomfortably. Everyone was staring at the exposed parts of her body.

She didn't even want to move. She was afraid that if she did, the seams might slip across her nipples. The bottom parts of her skirt were eaten so high up, that mostly all of her thighs were showing. The seam was just barely able to keep the men from catching glimpses of her white soft cotton panties. The caterpillars were slowly eating away at the back. As they were eating horizontally across, the seam rose a centimeter higher, exposing the crease where her back thigh met her butt cheek. . 

"You have some really nice thighs," Alex commented.

"I think you should check for scars Alex," the Duke said, " just in case she got bit."

"No!", Sarah screamed.

"I really hope your wearing panties under there," the Duke smiled.

The bugs had managed to raise the skirts hem enough, that small parts of her butt were beginning to show. She didn't want to move her legs. She was afraid that any movement would cause the hem to rise up just enough to expose her cotton white panties.

But then she realized she had an even bigger problem. The caterpillar on her chest was sitting directly on top of the seam that was just barely covering her right nipple. She could look down into her tunic and actually see her pink tits, but the cloth was just barely covering them. The bug moved inside the seam and wedged itself between the cloth and the nipple. And then began to chew.

The bug snipped the seam down string by string. The faint outline of her nipple was starting to peak out of her shirt. 

"No," she whispered, her body become red and flushed.

The caterpillar's fur slightly touched upon her nipple as it continued to snip away the white cloth that was guarding it. It tickled her nipple as it worked 

The caterpillars on her skirt were snipping away at the back. As they ate, portions of her panties became visible from the back, snugly conformed around her soft derriere. But she was concentrating on the caterpillar that was about to expose her right nipple.

It tugged on her cloth, causing it to slip and the top pink outside circle of her nipple slid out. Her nipple was hard and the eaten seam slowly exposed more and more of the top part of it, before it caught onto the tip of it. The only thing preventing the cloth from sliding out and revealing the whole nipple was the nipple itself. But the bug sat there and poked at the seam. It sunk into that exact point with it's mandibles.

"No," she whispered," No... please...."

No man had ever seen her naked nipples before. But now a crowd of strange men watched with lust filled eyes, as the bug's mouth snipped the cloth hanging on the tip of her nipple. She watched, as if almost in slow motion, the cloth give way to the bug's intrusion. The seam of cloth slipped around the tip of it and her hard nipple moved out into the castle air.

Sarah wanted to do something, anything to keep the men from staring at it. She blushed, embarrassed that her right tip was sitting out in front of everyone. 

"You'd think she was enjoying this. I mean look, she's fickle," the Duke spoke.

"Yeah, and it's a very nice kind of fickle. I mean look at it, it'd perfectly round and pink," Alex said, " It definitely suits her. What do you think gentlemen?"

"It looks sort of big to me," one soldier said.

"Nah, too small," said another.

""I think you gentleman should take a closer look," the old man said.

Sarah's eyes widened.

They were all commenting on how her nipple looked! She wanted to hide it from their eyes, but her bonds were too strong and the men's pupils stood firmly affixed to her fickle tit. 

"Stop.. looking at it...," she squeaked, blushing and looking away.

"Then tell us the words to the spell," the Duke commanded.

Sarah paused. Her choice was to either let these men continue to look at her exposed nipple or let them have a potentially disastrous spell.

"I...... I", she mumbled," I... can't..."

The Duke gave her a knowing grin and then licked his lips. She gave him a look of disgust and disdain.

"The longer you continue to hold out, the more and more we see...," he informed," how much longer are you going to let this continue?"

She couldn't answer. She was too busy staring down at her own body. Her right nipple was hanging out in front of everyone. Her other nipple was dangerously close to joining it's twin. Her thighs were practically naked. Just how much longer could she hold out?!

The men's eyes were focused on the front seam of her skirt. A caterpillar was traveling horizontally across the front of it. Her bottom part of her panties were just a hair away from peeking out from under the seam. As the bug traveled in front, it started to eat away at the hem. Chomping, gnawing and chewing, the hem of her skirt eroded ever more upward. She saw the caterpillar eating there and immediately realized why they were intensely staring. 

"No...", she thought.." "My skirt... is too.. short..."

As the caterpillar crept along, the men could see the faint outlines of her white panties. She closed her eyes. She didn't want them to look at her this way!

The fuzzy white bug that had exposed her nipple began crawling up the left side of her neckline. She noticed that the right side of her. Her tunic was beginning to sag. She looked over and found that the other bug had eaten away up the whole right side of her, exposing her flesh. It was now on her shoulder, eating away chunks of cotton. The one traveling up her left neckline began traveling up towards her left shoulder. 

She looked down to her waist. Her panties were peeking out of her skirt!! She wanted to tug them down, but she could not move her hands and she knew it was too skimpy to even try. The caterpillars were eating away at the back part of her skirt, and more and more of her soft pink cheeks were already peeking out. She pulled at the ropes, wanting to get free, but she knew it was impossible. Things were getting out of hand!

As she thought this, she felt something crawl onto the back of her left thigh. She knew it was one of the bugs that been on her skirt. She felt it easily slip in underneath. She gasped as It's feet trailed up her left cheek, almost around the seam of her panties. She inwardly prayed that it would not crawl toward her silky white panties. Her whole mind was focused on it's feet as they inched across her ass, and then up to her waist. But it stopped directly when it reached her skirt's waistband.

She felt a sudden looseness at the right of her shirt. She looked over and saw that the caterpillar was chewing on the shoulder. It was eating horizontally across. Her heart trembled... her shoulders were the only thing keeping her shirt on...

She turned to the other side and saw that other caterpillar doing the same exact thing on the left side. Her seams were being eaten.. and her tunic was drooping lower... and lower. Her seam hung loosely below her exposed nipple now... , the border of her second pink nipple lay directly on the seam, threatening to fall out. She closed her eyes... Why was this happening to her?! She already felt more embarrassed then she had ever felt in her life, and she realized that things were just going from bad to worse. She couldn't let these men see any more of her! The price, though... was too steep..

Her skirt slid on her skin a little. She gasped and gazed down at it. She remembered the bug that had crawled on her ass. It had stopped... no... it must be eating away at..

She felt a slight nudge on her skirt's waistband, confirming her fear.

"No!", she felt a cold rush of energy fill her.

She moved her legs and tried to wiggle her hips. The damn thing was trying to make her skirt fall off...

The Duke bit into an apple and then gave another one to the old man. She looked at the men with disgust. She knew they had no intention of releasing her. They were waiting patiently to see her naked flesh. Their pants were already tight. She gritted her teeth. She wanted to try not to think about her situation. But a sudden looseness on her right shoulder told her to look that way.

The bug had succeeded in snipping away at most of the cloth hanging from her curved skin. Her shirt was only holding on by a couple of tiny and taut strands. She watched to her horror as the insect began to sink it's teeth into those strands. It's white mandibles began to pinch at them. She watched helplessly as it closed it's mouth on the last strand. It snapped helplessly. The right strap of her shoulder separated from her shoulder. It flopped down. Her shirt completely opening from the right side. It hung loosely on her left side, completely exposing her right abdomen and right breast. 

Her face became red again and she closed her eyes. Now not only could they see her nipple, they could also see her full breast. She closed her eyes. She couldn't believe this was happening to her! She didn't want these strange people to see her naked! She wanted to struggle, to run, but the bonds were too secure. She had no choice..

Her skirt slipped down more, causing her to open her eyes at once and focus down at it. Her full stomach was exposed and her panty line started to creep out from the top. She stared down and realized that not only was her skirt being loosened around her waist, but the other one was eating directly up the left side of her skirt. It was already halfway up and she was embarrassed by the fact that her panties were peaking out from the hole. 

Her skirt slipped again. The bottom seam of her skirt began to once again cover up the bottom parts of her undies. But for every little slip of the fabric, the top seam of her panties began to creep out more and more. 

"No", she thought. 

She pushed her legs open a little, trying to keep her skirt from sliding down her legs. The barely remaining cloth conformed around the front parts of upper soft silky thighs. It was too loose... she wanted to pull her skirt up!




Sacred Duty



The caterpillar on her left shoulder began to slice into the last vestiges of the strands that softly held her ragged shirt onto her body. But she was not paying attention to it. Her naked right breast softly moved with each of Sarah's struggles. Every time she glimpsed at her huge round orb and her tight pink nipple, she realized that it was dangling out naked in front of the whole room of men to see. She couldn't do anything to cover it up. 

The waistband of her skirt softly advanced downward, and more of her small and snug panties began to slide out. They could see her breast... now they could see her parts of her panties... And the bugs were not stopping!

Then she felt a sudden pull on her left shoulder. At the second she titled her eyes toward that direction, her mind immediately told her.

"No...", she whimpered.

Her eyes reflected the two separated straps on her left shoulder. She knew there was nothing she could do. Slowly, the top part of her tunic slid down her skin. The silk slightly tickled against her left nipple and it slid in circular fashion around her breast with a soft caress. It dropped and slid under her left arm and silently plopped next to her feet.

Her chest fully exposed, she felt a rush of embarrassment and excitement! She felt both cold and warm, as the men eyes carefully scrutinized each little detail of her soft contours. She wanted free... to cover herself. But she couldn't move... she was just too embarrassed to even think. Her cheeks were flushed red. 

"Thank you for allowing us to gaze at such a fine pair of breasts," The Duke applauded with a clap of his hand. 

"Yes indeed sire... they look... extremely delicious," the old man smirked. 

Sarah watched the old man. He was clearly staring at her nipples with lust filled eyes. She tensed her muscles as she tore her embarrassed gaze away from his.

"What turns me on is her innocence," Alex told," She's never had a man look at her naked breasts before."

Sarah gave Alex a scowl.

But Alex just walked over to her. She was still glaring at him, as he drew within arm's reach of her. 

"No man has ever gazed upon such treasures..", He gleamed.

She still glared at him with disdain.

"Have they?", he asked quietly, and then with his right index finger softly poked the bottom part of her left breast.

She gasped, trying to draw away. But he instead drew his hand back. He walked backwards, not taking his eyes off the shocked and now even more embarrassed woman. She couldn't believe it. He had touched her...there...

But her skirt suddenly drew her attention. It had started to slide down even more. She was trying desperatly to hold it up with her legs, but it wasn't working! More and more of her panties began to show. They were nearly halfway out already! The bottom lacy seams of her panties that circled around her legs, peeked out from the top of her skirt along the outside of her hips. As her skirt battled it's way down, her smooth skin started to appear beneath her lacy panties. 

"No... you can't... fall..."she whispered. 

But the caterpillar that had been chewing it's way up was almost at her waistband. At it kept on chewing upwards, the cloth kept moving around her left leg. The cloth slipped around the outside front of her thigh. Her waistband continued to slip lower. Her waistband caught onto her panties as it slipped further and further down the top part of her rear, slowing it's descent. But it was almost toward the middle of her rear. Once it slipped past the point where here butt began to curve back...

Both caterpillars snipped. Her skirt drew further and further down. the men watched intently. And she could not move her hands.

Her waistband slid down and reached the middle of her butt. The caterpillar had managed to eat up vertically all the way up to the waistband. The waistband itself was loose and soft. The bottom seams of her panties kept on sneaking out, exposing more of the top parts of her thighs. The waistband hung loosely around the middle part of her panties in the front. And then her skirt started tugging the middle of the back part of her panties.

They were slipping down...

She tried to move so that her legs would catch hold of the skirt. The skirt softly gave way to her movements. The top seam of her skirt slipped down the middle part of her rear. And kept slipping.

"No... no no...", her heart pounded.

Her skirt fell slowly slid down her panties, completely exposing them. With nothing to hold onto, it slipped ever quickly and ever softly down her thighs and past her knees. It swished down to the floor on top of her feet.

"No!", Sarah shouted, squirming to break her bonds. 

"Everyone is starring at your body Sarah," an inside voice told her," they're looking at your breasts and at your panties. You can stop this... just give them the spell.."

"Well... you've held out longer then I expected," The Duke complimented.

Then he smirked," My what cute panties."

She blushed. She couldn't believe that she was in a room full of men while she was stripped down to her panties! She wanted to run, but she had no choice but to stand there. She pressed her thighs together as hard as she could. 

The Duke stopped to stare at the snugly formed panties. They were all white, except for a small pink string that ran across the top of her seam and formed a small little pink bow at the center. She was moving her waist ever so slightly, trying to keep them from staring at them. 

"Let me go... haven't you seen enough?", Sarah berated.

The Duke's eyes narrowed.

"You still have one more piece of clothing on," he flatly said, pointing to her panties.

Her eyes diverted to her panties. The caterpillars on her shoulders were crawling down her neck. The caterpillars on her skirt were now crawling up towards her knees. 

"N... no...," She screamed," No! Please... don't.. let them eat my panties off..."

"Then tell me the words to the spell." The Duke bargained," If you do that then you can get a new dress and go about your merry way."

"Yes tell him," the voice inside her said,"Tell them before...

"I...It's... too dangerous. It's my sacred duty to guard it... I ...can't..." she slackened.

The Duke just smiled.

"The I guess.... we'll get to see what lies underneath those cute little bottoms of yours," He said.

"No... No...", she told herself repeatedly.

This was not happening. It was just a dream. This was not real life. Those were the thoughts running through her mind. But she was embarrassingly aware that she was awake and it was real.

She threw all her weight against the bonds in vain, her breasts bouncing. But the caterpillars were unrelenting. They inched and crawled ever closer to her panties. The first one on her torso started to crawl onto her left breast, slightly tickling it as it moved. The other one padded it's way through her cleavage. The other two were inching their way past the front of her left knee.

"No..", she kept repeating," no... no...stop...."

It was bad enough that these strange men were able to look upon her naked breasts and all of her soft round thighs but her panties were the only thing that was keeping the men from staring at... it... She didn't WANT them to see her...womanhood... 

It would be her small silk panties versus all four caterpillars. She knew they wouldn't stand a chance against those bugs...

They were moving onto her stomach... crawling further and further down. The others were beginning to crawl up the inside of her left thigh. They were crawling higher... and higher..

She opened her legs and bit and then smacked them together, trying to smash them. But their soft bodies just pressed against her own soft skin. She couldn't hit them with enough force. 

The other ones crawled past her belly button. 

"No... no...", she kept repeating.

"Just give them the spell," the voice said," Then you won't be fully exposed. Just do it!"

"I... can't," Sarah face beaded with sweat," I don't want my panties to fall, but the whole world would be in trouble if I talked.... I have to bear it.."

The caterpillars were crawling up the inside of her upper thigh. They were almost at her panty seam. She felt their feet crawling on her leg as they moved. She looked down and also saw the other caterpillars reach the bottom of her stomach.

"I...can't... bear it... if they... see," she breathed to herself heavily and then pleaded," Please... for the Love of Shereidon, don't let them eat my panties off..."

"Your God is not here. The only way to get out of this... is the spell...", The Duke prodded.

"It's....," she began to speak,"... something.... I... can't reveal."

"Then I guess...", The Duke spoke," I'll let them eat.. your panties off."

The men all cackled with lust filled laughter. 

The caterpillars on her thigh crawled up higher... they were just and inch away from where her panty seam lay neatly across the section where her thigh creased into her torso. The other bugs were just mere centimeters from the top hem of her panties. 

She watched as the nearest one took another step, it's mouth directly over the front top seam of her panties. Then it placed it's feet on top of her panties and drew it's mouth over top the small pink bow. Silently it's mouth lowered, grabbing the bow with it's pincers and quickly tugged at it. Sarah felt the delicate cotton softly rubbing her skin with every bite of the bug's mandibles. The small pretty pink bow on her panties easily snapped off, and the it disappeared into the insect's mouth.

"Nooooooo", she squeaked," no....no....no..."

But then she felt another tug. The caterpillars on her upper thighs slowly stepped up higher and then met the bottom seam circling her left thigh with it's pincers. It's mouth gently pulled at the fabric. She felt the cotton gently tug away from her skin from were the caterpillar was eating. But it softly snapped back onto her skin as the bug's mouth swallowed a small bit of cotton.

The second caterpillar on her torso joined it's friend and both began to tug and pinch at the top of her lacy panty seam. The last caterpillar crawled on top of her panties at the fold of her thigh, then crawled horizontally, directly overtop of her still hidden vagina, where it came to a stop to the bottom right thigh. It started to pinch at the third seam. 

The bug were all over her panties now, chewing and biting up her silky cloth. Sarah sweated with embarrassment and humiliation. She had no choice but to watch herself become fully exposed to the men's lust filled eyes. The Soldiers... The Duke... That creepy old man... they were going... to see...

Her panties felt a little looser. The soft cotton started to show loosely soft wrinkles as they folded away from her skin. It's top seam became jagged and it started to slip a centimeter downward. With every small nudge downwards, her muscles tensed. Her panties became looser with every soft tug. The bugs were eating away the seams in circular fashion. The bottom openings to where her legs slipped through were widening. The seams were slipping up, centimeters above the circle of her thighs. They both ate as they moved up the front of her panties. Then as they reached the top circle along each side of her waist, they traveled back downwards. Biting along her backside, they ripped tiny parts of the cotton from her soft round derriere. With each selective bite of the cotton seam, it slowly eroded so more and more of her cheeks were showing. 

One bug was eating the top seam on her backside. As it chewed along the middle, The faint part of her crack started to show. It continued to chomp along and as it did so and Sarah felt her panties start to nudge themselves downward again. The back seam of her panties softly slipped, and the crack of her butt emerged even more. Sarah breathed tightly. This... wasn't...happening....

The sides of her panties were beginning to become very loose. As every second passed, a millimeter of her skin became exposed. The front part of her panties were slipping down, about halfway between the bottom of her small circular stomach and the very beginning portions of her most private of hairs. She already felt extremely exposed at her front, but with every little nudge, she watched the hem slip meter by meter. Sarah wanted to break her bonds.. reach down with her hand and keep her panties from falling. But she couldn't... she watched helplessly as her cottons slipped slowly down her hips .

The bugs on the bottom seams continued to eat on the backside, and she felt her butt cheeks sliding out from underneath. More and more of her soft round rear found it's way out. She noticed the soldiers in back oh her, guarding the door. They were deliciously staring at her supple behind. She closed her eyes with more embarrassment. The bugs there continued to eat downwards again. As they reached the bottom circle of the seam, her panties grew narrower and tips of her pubic hair started to sneak out along the edges. They inclined again, eating as they went, the seam shortening with more hair peeking out. The top band of her panties slipped further down her rear, exposing a little bit more of her ass.

"No..", she again repeated, acknowledging the sudden movement of her cottons.

She was losing more and more of her panties... how long did she have before they fell?

She watched the bugs on her bottom seams again reach the top of the circles. The seams had become wider and wider, and with the bugs eating the top seam, the two edges on both sides of her waist were starting to draw closer to each other. 

The top bugs were each on the opposite outsides of her waist. The pulled at the crooked seams again and again. As the one caterpillar tore away a small section of cloth there, her panties which had been loose on her skin suddenly drooped! The back seam slid down almost halfway down her ass. She instinctively balled her hands into fists and then tightened her legs, trying to keep her panties from falling down and showing her violators the very thing she wanted to guard the most. "No....I'm....losing... them...", she barely spoke.

The front seam of her panties loosely dropped downwards. More and more of her skin slipped out of the front and her seam stopped it's descent just centimeters away from the top lines of her pubic hair. No..no... she wanted to pull them up!

The caterpillar on her right waist was starting to crawl down the front, eating away at the hem as it moved. As all the caterpillars tugged at her white silky panties she felt the front part of her seam budge a little more. Some stray pubic hairs started to creep outside. No...No... I can't..pull them up...stop...falling...

She glanced at the men. They were intensely staring at her. They all knew the outcome. But she didn't care... she couldn't let her panties drop without a fight.

The caterpillars on the bottom seams ate more of the top circles, and the cloth draping across the outside of her waist were becoming extremely thin and narrow.

The caterpillar descending down her front was drawing closer and closer to her pubic hair. 

"If that bug eats there, my hair is going to slip out," she thought.

She wanted to struggle but knew it wouldn't be of use. It inched closer... and closer...

She pulled on her ropes as hard as she could. But the ropes would not let her hand go. Her eyes focused on the caterpillar as it beared down. She gritted her teeth. All she could do was watch.

And then it reached it's destination. It chewed on the seam directly on her front. It ate bits of pieces of cloth, revealing small tips of her hair. It tugged and nudged the seam. As it did so, the seam started to slip. Sarah didn't want to watch. She threw her head upwards, tears welling in her eyes. Her cheeks could not turn anymore red and her nipples were so tight and fickle they were starting to ache. 

The bugs incisors snipped the at the cotton. Her auburn pussy hair pushed it's way upward. The cotton slipped as the bug tugged and pulled. Her pussy hair crept out from underneath the cotton inch by inch. She felt air brush against her pubic hair, and the bugs feet squirming through it. And she could feel eyes... eyes... that were staring directly at her most private of hairs! 

She wished her arms were free, so she could slip her panties back up. The worst part was the fact that not only could these men look at her most private areas, but the fact that she could do nothing to cover them.

The front of her panties lay halfway down her pubic hair, but just barely above the soft center fold that canyons into her vagina. Both of her ass cheeks were a fourth exposed from the bottom outside, and the back of her panty seam had slid down so that half of her ass was completely naked from the top.

She felt nude. The only real thing hidden was her...And the bugs were battling their way to it! 

Her panties were halfway eaten, barely hanging on her waist. She knew they wouldn't last another minute. She couldn't believe that room full of strange men were about to see her vagina. Her heart was pounding... Not like this... I don't WANT them to see my pussy!

The caterpillars on her bottom seams had managed to tear away enough so her pubic hair could also be seen hanging out of the sides. As they continued upwards they bit back more of the bottom seams. As they crossed her waist, the bottom edge was eaten back so that only a couple of soft cotton strings held onto her sides. They slid downwards, Her panties slipping further down her ass. The top seam flipped inside out along her ass as it started to slip from the middle peak of her ass. The front seam slipped further down, the small fold the led to her pussy started to peek out.

Her cheeks were beat red, and her nipples were tightened. She could feel a strange sensation underneath her half eaten panties. Her body was shaking and her muscles tense. She felt as if she was going to break! 

The caterpillar on the top back of her panties drew close to her right side. She watched with horror as it's mandibles were drawing closer and closer to the cottony strings that kept her panties on the right side of her hip. It inched and bit... inched and bit. 

"No...no..."she pleaded.

"Master... you are indeed great," the old man spoke.

"Damn right," Alex cheered, " come on... come on...Fall..."

"No...No....no," Sarah sobbed, squeezing her legs.

The Duke just smiled.

The caterpillar crawled up to the last cotton strands, and then sunk it's teeth into them. She felt a slight tugging and then an extreme sense of looseness. The soft cotton panties broke open from her right waist, and they started slipping towards the left. The inside of her panties were turning inside out. 

Sarah watched with a face full of sweat as the back portions of her panties slid towards the middle completely exposing her soft right round cheek. The front slid down the around her inner thigh and the right side of the seam slid further to the middle, exposing even more pussy hair. Only the bottom tip of her panties stayed in place.. her legs were squeezed so tight that it couldn't slip downwards. 

She breathed out. She had thought that it was the end. But somehow she had managed to keep her vagina underneath the ripped and eaten cloth. 

But A sudden feeling on her left waist told her the same story was about to happen. She gritted her teeth... If the second side snapped...

The caterpillar that had traveled up the front was now bearing down on her left side. The caterpillar on the bottom left seam was doing the same. The seams grew wider as they continued and Sarah watched helplessly as they both met. Her muscles tensed as they started to chew on the very last portion of her panties that were somehow holding them up. They tugged and they chewed at it. She put all her strength into her hands, but the ropes were too tight and she could not budge them. They snipped and ate. She watched, sweating and blushing. The cotton was too loose there!! It was slipping down her waist.... The back of her panties were hanging loosely around the bottom curves of her ass.




Sacred Duty



Snip. Eat.

She was losing them....losing them.....

The left strand snapped. Her heart felt like it was going to jump out of her chest. The left portions of her panties fell along her ass, flopping loosely down. Now her left cheek was exposed. The front of her panties fell silently and quickly, her pussy hair becoming fully exposed. But the cloth didn't fully drop. Her legs were so tightly squeezed together that the cloth stayed put between them. 

She couldn't believe it. She was the only one keeping her panties from falling completely off! 

She was desperate... she had to keep her legs closed otherwise these men would see it... That creepy old guy would be able to stare at her trembling pussy.

"You have incredible luck... ," The Duke laughed, " But how much longer can you hold them up?"

Sarah's heart was beating fast as she asked herself that same question.

"Please....please... Haven't you seen enough?! No more...no more... I don't want you to see anymore. Please... I know I can't escape... But I don't WANT you to see it...", she responded in gibberish panic..

"I want to see it," Alex told and then licked his lips.

"Indeed....I wonder what the Shrine Maiden's pussy looks like," the old man agreed," Come on give us a look."

She blushed in embarrassment. 

The Duke then proclaimed," You know what I want." 

"I... can't...", She squeaked," You know I can't."

She felt something crawling on her ass. She knew it was one of the bugs. It crept over along her left cheek slowly drawing toward the canyon. Slowly and silently it slipped between her two cheeks.

"Please..", she pleaded.

"Pleading won't help. Only the spell," The Duke prodded again.

"I....c...can't...", she trembled.

She felt the other bug crawling on the back fold of her right thigh and buttock. It inched it's way, toward the center of her legs. Reaching the portion of cloth that was dangling from between her legs, it tugged at it.

She opened her eyes as she felt the movement and spied downwards. Two of the caterpillars were crawling through her pussy hair. They struggled through it, tickling her as they went and then snatched at the small cloth that was just barely covering her vagina. 

"No.. no..." she watched helplessly.

Their mandibles ripped into the soft silk, tearing away bits and pieces. As they bit into the last vestiges of her panties, they kept pulling and yanking, exposing more and more of her pubic hair. One of them crawling through her hair, moved itself into the very soft fold of her skin that led towards her wet spot. 

"No!! That's too private of an area!",she thought, but it just grabbed a piece of cloth and chewed.

She thought she could even hear them taking bites. 

CHOMP. CRUNCH.

Each bite drew the cloth ever closer towards the tip of her vagina. 

She wanted to reach down and grab the bugs, toss them off and cover herself. She strained in her bonds. Her body was sweating. 

The caterpillar that had slipped beneath her butt cheeks traveled down the canyon. It Moved ever downwards, and then wedged itself in underneath the cloth. It started to travel farther and farther down...

The cloth between her legs was growing smaller and smaller. The tip of her vagina was mere centimeters away from being exposed. She squeezed her legs together as tightly as possible, but the insects were slowly winning. They kept tickling her sensitive skin as they moved. 

The last caterpillar was creeping underneath the cotton. It slipped past her other hole, and continued to move. The creatures legs touched upon the sensitive skin that was around her vagina. It tingled and Sarah suddenly became aware of it. Her eyes were wide in shock. She squeezed her legs again but it did no good. She kept sweating and breathing the word "no".

The caterpillar reached the very outer edge of the bottom of her pussy. It's feet itched and tingled. It moved onto the soft edge of her pussy and started to trace the edge of it. The sensation was incredible. It tickled and itched at the same time. She felt a sudden strange hotness within her. Her muscles ached. 

The caterpillars in front bit into the cloth. As they ripped and tore, the small tip if her vagina slid out. Sarah then knew it was hopeless. She couldn't believe it... 

The caterpillar kept on tracing the outside of her pussy. It's fur brushed against her skin causing even more itching and tingling. Then as the caterpillar took the next step, it's fur brushed against the vagina one more time.

The extreme itch and tingling instinctively caused Sarah's thighs to weaken. She opened them just a tad... but as soon as her mind became aware of it she already knew it was too late. The cloth slipped from her skin.

"No....no...," she sobbed.

Her panties slipped away from her vagina, fully exposing it to the room full of horny, lust filled men. As the panties quickly dropped to her feet, all the men smiled and grinned.

Sarah was completely naked, her soft pink flesh showing a reddish tinge as it shook from exposure. She could feel the men's eyes looking all over her completely. Looking at her small hands that lay bound by the wrists. Trailing down her slender arms, and her shoulders. Her soft supple neck. Gazing at her naked stomach. Staring at her soft round breasts. Zeroing in on her taut and fickle nipples. Looking at her soft feet, her long graceful calves, her round saintly knees. Her pink soft thighs, her delicate inner thighs. Her auburn pubic hair. Her pussy.

"No!!!NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!", she screamed, rattling the whole throne room. 

But the men just laughed at her sudden cry. She embarrassingly succumbed to their visions, knowing that she could not hide herself. She slackened on her ropes, defeated.

"My my... what a nice pussy," the old man breathed.

Her eyes were blurry from the sudden tears. She couldn't even find the energy in her voice to talk back to the old man. She didn't want to anyway. They might have been given the satisfaction of looking at her naked body, but she would never give herself up to this torture.

"Well, I guess you are more resistant than I'd thought you'd be," Ross complimented," Most women usually talk after exposing their tops. But you actually held on until the end."

Sarah's sheer embarrassment and humiliation was for a brief second overpowered by her shock and anger.

"You.....you....mean... You've done this... to other poor.. innocent souls?", Sarah found her voice.

The Duke stood up from his throne. He again began to walk towards her climbed down the stairs silently.

"You bastard," she muttered, looking at him with utter disdain.

"Such language coming from a pure and innocent follower of Shereidon. How sinful," The Duke joked.

He walked directly up to her. He was a good head taller then she was, and he loomed over her soft, trembling and naked body. Her eyes grew wide and she became embarrassed again by his close proximity to her nudity.

"Now...let's take a look shall we?", he smiled.

With that he kneeled down. She gasped... her heart skipping a beat. His eyes became level with her waist. She could do nothing but become humiliated as his close stare bore directly toward her unclothed front. 

"No...what are you doing? Don't...", she shivered.

She drew her waist back as far as she could from his face. But he was too close!!! And he was staring at....

"My... your so round and pink...," he smirked.

His eyes looked directly at her vagina. It was pink and fleshy, and it glistened with small beads of moisture.

"You definitely are sinful. Your wet," Ross informed.

"Stop...I'm not...", Sarah denied.

"I bet it's so tight and warm," The Duke continued.

But then he suddenly moved his right arm. His hand was moving directly towards her vagina.

Sarah jammed her feet into the floor and pushed against her legs, trying to move her waist.

"D.... Don't... don't touch me there," Sarah stammered.

But then she felt another hand. The duke had reached out his left arm faster then his right. Before she knew it his fingertips were softly resting atop her right butt cheek. She gasped, having never had a man touch her on the butt before.

"Steady," Ross told her," I only want to..."

She couldn't move. She watched to her horror as his right fingers drew nearer...and nearer....His index finger brushed against her pubic hair and then his middle finger did the same, resting near the tip of the index This thumb closed in on his other two fingers.

He was fumbling his fingers through her private hairs! Her nipples betrayed her thoughts as they started to harden again. She felt a tingle in her pussy and Ross smiled as he watched it moisten.

"Just the slightest touch makes you wet," Ross told the audience.

Sarah's cheeks were red. 

"No...no I don't...stop touching me there..", Sarah responded.

But then Ross drew his hand back.

"My apologies... But I must retrieve these," Ross answered, and then held up his hand to show that three of the caterpillars were safely resting onto his palm.

"But where is the fourth one?", Ross examined again and then saw it," Oh there he is. Right on your..."

"NO!", Sarah shouted," Don't!"

But The Duke reached out his thumb and forefinger, lightly picking up the bug. His fingertip gently brushed over top the pussy's soft sensitive skin. 

Sarah tensed. Her pussy tingled with more sensation and her muscles ached. He was touching her around her vagina and she couldn't do a damned thing about it! She didn't know how much she could continue to bear.

The Duke stood up, thankfully to her, and then looked her in the eye. She returned a humiliated and angry scowl right back at him.

"What? You seemed like you enjoyed that," he smiled.

"The Church with excommunicate you for this. The temples will hunt you down. My father will come for me," Sarah lashed out.

"Maybe, but not before I obtain the Ragnabirth spell. Then I won't care less. I'll be powerful enough to level a whole army with a single stroke. Then who in their right mind would oppose me?," The Duke stated.

"Who in their right mind would want the Ragnabirth spell? It's forbidden for a reason," Sarah explained.

"Yes.. because it's powerful," The Duke finished.

Sarah sighed and then argued," Powerful? It's too powerful. One mis-spoken word while casting it leads to the death of all souls on earth. Because you're calling on Shereidon himself and the power that he commands. A Shiarl who believes nothing of Shereidon would doom the world. I can't allow it to happen. No matter how long I have to endure this torture. So go ahead... look at me...."

"Actually...," The Duke told," we're going to do more then look."

"W-what?!", Sarah exclaimed.

"Well this is torture," the Duke laughed.

"W....waitaminute," Sarah's voice started getting shaky.

What.... what were they going to do to her? Her face was blushing again. She started to yank and pull at her ropes again.

"She's already wet and fickle Alex. And now... she's all yours," The Duke nodded to the blond young man.

Sarah felt a very huge knot well up in her throat. She gulped.

"Thanks Duke," Alex smiled as he stood up. 

He started to slowly walk towards her. Sarah looked at him with a frightened look. She yanked and pulled, struggling to get free. His feet were bringing him closer.

"You seem a little tense," Alex told her," Actually... I'm going to help you with that."

"No... stay away.... I don't want your help," Sarah replied.

"This is your first time isn't it?," Alex asked.

There was a brief pause in the conversation. Alex placed another foot towards her as Sarah pulled and pushed at the ropes.

"I can understand that...being a shrine maiden. Being in the company of a man makes you pretty shy and reserved," He continued.

"But now here you are completely naked, showing as all here your glowing assets," Alex young and brazen voice echoed through the room.

Sarah pulled at the ropes. Her skin was starting to feel hot and her muscles heavy. Her blood was rushing through her veins. Adrenaline again pushed through her muscles and she lashed out against her bonds. But she still could not budge them.

" I really have to say... your naked body is really sexy," Alex admitted.

Sarah stopped her struggling and stared hard at him.

"Really... a shrine maiden like you with a body like that. It's almost a waste if nobody ever gets the chance to see it," he went on.

Sarah's face tinged red. She hated the fact that he was staring at her soft round body. 

"It's even more of a waste," He slowly stepped up onto the wooden platform," if nobody gets to play with it."

He smiled. Her face grew pale. She swallowed as he drew closer. 

"Stop..", she commanded," Don't come any closer." 

"But I want to come closer. I want to examine you more closely. I want to see every inch of your body," he informed.

She swallowed again, trying to slip her hands through her bonds. 

"Tell me... have you ever masturbated?", he asked.

"N...no...", she answered, blushing.

"Yeah... actually I bet that's true," Alex nodded," I guess it would be kinda sinful, right?"

"Y...yes...," Sarah stammered.

There was a brief pause.

Then Alex shook his head as if he were disappointed.

"Man... you shrine girls.. I wonder what you do for fun," he scratched his head with his left hand.

After he finished he straightened up and then looked her straight in her shaky, widened eyes. But as he did so he found himself stopping. He examined her face and her nose. Her mouth was small and her lips curved firmly. Her flushed cheeks hugged her face softly, and her ears were small and round. Her auburn hair gently curved around her ears, lined down the back of her neck and gently touched the tips of her shoulders. It softly reflected the light as her movements slightly tossed her hair about. Her soft brown eyes were staring directly at him.

Clearing his throat, he found himself standing there. Then he remembered what he was supposed to be doing. 

"Well....are you ready?" he asked.

"No!," she suddenly cried, shaking,"Please no... please...please... don't take me... please... please..."

"What?!", Alex widened his eyes. 

But then his surprise shifted into a pleasurable grin. The whole room broke out into a chuckle.

"Take you?", Alex repeated, " I'm not going to take you."

Sarah swallowed as Alex's chest drew forward to almost an inch away from her. She breathed hard waiting for his next move. Alex felt his body starting to move. He could hardly control himself, being this close to her naked and beautiful body. His left arm suddenly wrapped around the right side of her abdomen, just below her ribs and his hand softly rested onto the small of her back. She gasped again.

His hand felt warm and rough to her. Her first reaction was that she wanted him off of her. But as his hand lay onto her soft skin, her muscles seemed to feel a sense of gentleness. 

"I'm going to do the next best thing," he told her," I'm going to make you experience your first orgasm.."

Hey eyes widened. Her muscles tensed. Her cheeks flushed again. 

"You..you... can't be serious!", she screamed.

She struggled to free herself of his grip. His hand held onto her back lightly, but she found that her strongest pushes couldn't even budge it. He was surprisingly strong. Her breasts brushed up against his attire and her waist gently brushed against his. He felt his penis growing underneath his pants as her soft body continued to caress his own as she struggled.

"Your turning me on," he told her.

"Stop," she said.

His hand started to move lower. His pinky finger started to caress the top part of her left butt. His hand told him how softer her skin was getting as it traveled. His penis kept erecting even more. She felt his hand move halfway onto her rear. She tried to push away, but the tickling sensation coming from his fingertips left her muscles there feeling weak.

"I'll stop if you give the Duke the spell," Alex asked her.

"I can't give it to him," she repeated.

"Well then, there's something I've been wanting to do," he told her," I briefly touched your breast before."

She heart fluttered again and she blushed at the thought. She looked at his eyes, but they were staring directly at her left nipple. 

"I want to feel it again,"he knowingly smiled.

"You....can't...", she whispered.

But his right hand defied her. He slowly brought it up and gently rested his fingertips on her left, soft, fleshy mound. The skin sank as he rested his fingers on top of it.

"No...", she complained.

He was touching her breast... her butt. She had never had a man touch her like this... Her skin felt warm and relaxed, but her muscles tensed at every touch of his fingertips. She watched his fingers softly spread open over her breast as his hand moved closer, gently rubbing her silky flesh. His palm slowly descended and the tip of her nipple pressed against the flat of his hand. Softly he pushed against her flesh with his fingertips.

"Your...so soft....", Alex whispered," How does it feel...to have a man touching you here?"

"You can't...", she repeated,"Uhh,"

He smiled at the sudden slip of pleasure from her mouth. He softly gripped her breast and then rotated it.

"So..you do like it.." he said.

"No...I... don't...", she whispered

But it was like she was somewhere else. Her skin was hot and flushed. Her sense of embarrassment was being replaced by a sort of sensuality. Her muscles relaxed and she felt her body move closer towards him. The arm around her waist pulled her closer and his hand gently caressed her ass. 

Her soft touch and soft breathing was driving Alex crazy. He thought his penis was literally going to bust out of his pants. She was so young, so feminine... so beautiful. He hadn't realized it until the moment he had stepped up to the platform.

His right palm slowly slid beneath her nipple. He curved his hand downwards so that he was softly holding her breast from underneath. 

"If you like that... then....how about...", he whispered.

His thumb and index finger closed in towards the center of her breast. They both met on either side of her nipple. Then he softly pushed and rubbed his fingers together, her nipple in between. 

"Nuh...no...", she was trying to protest.

Alex smiled.

She looked at him. Her nipple was itching with pleasure. Her whole body could feel the insane sensation generating from his simple pinch. Her pussy was moistening more then she wanted. It was becoming hot and heavy. 

What was going on?! A few minutes ago she had been repulsed by his perverted stares. Now he was casually touching her naked body and she could find no energy to fight away from his advances. Each of his touches were soft and gentle, leaving her body aching for more of it. He continued to run his fingertips across her breast, touching the tip of her nipple with his fingers and occasionally pulling away at it. And each time he did, her nipple told her that it wanted to be touched more! 

"Your silent...", Alex told her," Trying to figure out why your having so much fun, hmm?"

She broke out of her trance-like thoughts. She suddenly remembered where she was. She was in a room full of men, men who were torturing her for information. She saw the Duke sitting on his chair, busily watching her soft seduction. The old man's oily and intense glare betrayed his perverted thoughts. Even the guards were intensely watching. 

"No... No...", she tried to move backwards," What... what are you trying to do to me?!"

"Trying?," Alex answered," I'm making you... cum all over this floor."

She opened her eyes wide. 

"Don't....", she tried to struggle again.

She suddenly became afraid. But it wasn't out of revulsion. It was because she knew her body was betraying her. His soft gentle touch was eventually going to make her... and she couldn't do that! She was a servant to the God Shereidon. A pure servant. It would be bad enough if she had an orgasm on her own and in private. But with a room full of men watching...




Sacred Duty



"If you think that feels good, how about this?", Alex broke into her thoughts.

He lowered his head towards her chest. She gasped, watching as his mouth drew close to her breast. She tightened her mouth, knowing she couldn't stop him. He held her breast snugly with his hand as he slowly stuck out his tongue. The tip of his tongue lightly brushed against the side of her nipple. 

The sudden wet touch on her nipple sent her gasping. The tip of his tongue circled clockwise around her hard nipple, lightly caressing it. The sensation jolted through her body. She couldn't even say no. Her brain was totally focused on what he was doing. His tongue lightly pushed against her nipple repeatedly. He kept circling it with his tongue, pushing against it and causing it to itch. He lightly brought his tongue directly underneath it and then stopped. Slowly he pushed up against the nipple, the tip of it pointed upwards. It crossed down the point of his tongue and slipped away, moving her soft fleshy breast. 

"S...stuuu sto...p...", she tried to say.

But the pleasure of it caused her to breath heavily. She wanted to pull her arms out of her bonds, but her chest suddenly started to inch further towards Alex' tongue.

"You taste so good," he told her.

She looked out and saw everyone watching. She didn't want everyone to watch...but she could not even find the strength to try and stop his persistent tongue. What was worse, her body was trying to push towards him! 

Alex's left hand traveled from her ass, gently rubbing her skin with his fingertips. His arm slowly unwrapped around her waist. But although she felt the sudden freedom to move backwards, she found that her body refused to move. The hand slid up her ribs, snaking towards her other breast. The fingertips rubbed her soft delicate skin as they went and she could tell exactly where his hand was going. Slowly his fingers started to wrap around the bottom circle. Her soft skin gently gave way as his fingers slid uphill. Her nipple entered between his index and middle finger and it caught between the wedge of his fingers as his hand slid completely up. He closed his fingers, squeezing the nipple and gently pushed against her breasts silky soft skin. 

Now both of her breasts were itching and tingling and she found herself succumbing even more. She had to try and stop this. Her body had never felt this good before and every touch made it feel strangely better. Her body was tingling and her pussy was getting hotter. She felt like it was damp and sticky and her mind had a strange urge to stick her fingers there.

"I... can't do that!," she screamed in her mind," there are strange men watching!! And I belong to Sher.... What... what are they doing to me?!"

Alex tongue kept licking her nipple. He just licked and licked and licked. Each touch of his tongue made her want to jump out of her skin. She pulled on the ropes. But she didn't know what she would have done anyway had she have managed to break free. His tongue kept on licking her there. And his other fingers were busy pinching her other nipple. They were both hard and taut. Then Alex pushed his mouth closer to her left nipple. He slipped his lips overtop of her breast and let her nipple enter his mouth. He slowly brought his front teeth down, gently clenching her nipple with them. Then he brought his tongue overtop of it's tip in stroking motions. 

She looked up at the stone ceiling. She couldn't believe the amount of pleasurable sensation she was feeling. Her nipple was aching tremendously inside his mouth. Each sudden touch of his tongue caused her to become more and more breathless.

Alex's penis was hurting inside his pants. Her soft gentle feel and hard heavy breathing was almost torture to him. His body was tensed and hard. Her nipple was soft underneath his mouth. He had touched other women before, but he couldn't figure out why she was causing his body to become so extremely crazed. He wanted to touch more and MORE of her.

He looked up to peer at her face. Her eyes seems glazed over and she was staring directly out over his shoulder. Smiling at her, he stuck his tongue out again and licked her nipple as he moved his right hand away from her left breast. His fingertips trailed down her abdomen and then traveled outwards to her waist. He circled his fingers around, gently caressing her skin. His hand journeyed further down her waistline, down to her hips. Slowly they snaked towards the top part of her upper thigh. Her pink skin felt smooth and soft and it grew warm whenever his fingers stopped.

"Why...", she asked.

Alex saw her look down at him. Her face wore a puzzled look. He could understand why. She never really had felt these sensations before. He gave her a knowing glance and then smiled. Slowly his hand traced the outside of her upper thigh. The skin there was soft and delicate. He gently rubbed his fingers on them. She knew that his hand was on her leg. His touch was gently tickling her skin there. She tried to move her thigh a little, but his hand just followed. Slowly it rounded to the front of her leg, softly touching skin as it went. But then his thumb slowly slipped past the front of her leg and snuck onto the softer skin resting on her inner thigh. 

"What are you doing?", Sarah was suddenly brought back to reality.

Alex glared at her.

"What do you think I'm doing?", he answered her back.

He rotated his hand again, and the rest of his fingers rested onto her soft delicate inner thigh. Then his hand inched higher. 

"You never had someone touch you...there...before have you?" Alex grinned devilishly.

A sudden surge of energy poured into Sarah. Her heart was leaping as she immediately realized his intention. She wrenched at her bonds. NO! she didn't WANT him to touch it!!

She felt his fingers move up her inner thigh. Her skin was tingling and screaming with pleasure as his fingers rubbed against the soft flesh of her leg. She tried to squeeze her legs closed, so that she could pin Alex's hand and guard it. Although she admitted to herself that her body was imagining what it would be like, at the same time she realized that a Duke, an oily old man and four other soldiers were watching Alex's hand slowly move towards her untouched pussy and she knew in her heart that she didn't want him to touch her there, let alone have all these people watch him do it!! 

But Alex couldn't even help himself. Her skin was so hot and soft there that he was literally trying to keep himself from shaking. He rubbed her inner thighs with his fingers, trying to coax her legs open. Her soft warmness and her reactions to his touches were making his skin and his body tense with excitement. He couldn't keep his eyes from staring at her facial expressions. His fingers wanted to explore her most intimate section... 

Her nipples were aching....he was still constantly touching them with his tongue. Their constant throbs made all of her body weak. Combined with his fingers slowly tickling her soft thigh's skin.... She knew she couldn't...hold...out. She.... couldn't...keep...her legs closed... His insistent touching was too much. Her thighs weakened as his fingertips rose higher. His fingers were on the last inch of her thigh. He kept rubbing the skin with his fingertips as he slowly rose them bit by bit. 

"Please," she asked him, "if you touch me there... I'm a maiden to Shereidon..."

"Well," the Duke's voice suddenly broke in, " if you don't want him to, then give me the words to the Ragnabirth."

Sarah couldn't say anything. The spell was the last thing on her mind right now. Sure, it could save her from having her pussy fondled, but she was certain that the Duke would create a catastrophe if he gained it from her. She was the only thing keeping the world safe. Plus...his fingers rose another few centimeters higher!!

His pinky finger slowly brushed through her pubic hair. It's tip stopped within a hair's length of her pussy's border. 

"No....you....can't....touch me there...", she told Alex with heavy breathing.

"I...can't?", he said. 

She was sweating, her muscles tensed. His fingers were moving again... the tip of his pinky finger pushed on her soft flab of skin bordering her wet spot. She couldn't believe a man was about to touch her in her most private area!!! She tried to move her waist, trying to keep his fingertips from landing on top of it. 

"Sarah," Alex called her name.

She focused on his face.

"I want you to feel what it's like to have a man touch your pussy," he rested his tongue in between his teeth. 

Then his complete hand slid through her pubic hair. His index and middle finger lightly curved and then pressed onto the top of Sarah's pink, hot trembling pussy. 

The sensation of fingers resting on top of her vagina shot through her brain. She tried to pull her whole body off the ground by pulling on her arm ropes, but she couldn't budge. All the men in the room were staring at Alex's fingers as they lightly rubbed overtop the most sensitive part of her body. The insides of her legs screamed, moaned, tingled and itched to an extreme pleasure even more powerful then the one she had just felt with her breasts. His fingers gently traced the outside borders of her pussy and her skin itched with every little rub. She could feel her insides become hot and damp.

"No...no...for the lu....luh...love... of Shuh....Shereidon.... No!!!!", she cried.

But Alex kept rubbing. He moved his fingers back and forth along the edges.

Alex's own body was tensed and excited. His cock moaned to be released. Her pussy was soft and wet to the touch. He knew she had never been touched this way before. Being the first person to ravish her body so sexually and incredibly made him want to show her more. He wanted to feel her on the inside...

"Your so wet..." he told her.

"No...I'm not....," she shook her head away, flushing and growing red.

But he momentarily withdrew his fingers and brought them up between their faces. His fingers were covered with a clear sticky substance.

"No...", she blushed.

"What incredibly sinful pussy juice," he smirked," wonder how it tastes."

With that he stuck his fingers up to his mouth. She watched him lick off small portions of her own bodily fluids off his fingers. She blushed in embarrassment. All these people were watching him enjoy her own cum. She couldn't believe it.

"Mmm... sweet," he licked his lips.

She closed her eyes in humiliation. This man was sampling her pussy's fluids. In front of everybody. She didn't know how things had come to this. But her body was hot, her nipples were hard and all the men were watching her being worked over. All except Alex. He was enjoying her body... and she couldn't do anything about it!!

Her pussy screamed again. He had placed his fingers directly on top of it again. He slid his index and middle finger along the inside borders of her hot trembling vagina, causing her to feel even more tremendous tingling and itching. She tried to move her waist away from the extreme touches, but her small struggles were in vain. His fingers weren't leaving and every rub was making her more and more crazy.

"How does it feel to have a man touch it?", he asked her.

But she couldn't say anything. Her mind was too busy focusing on the fingers that were brushing over top of it. He was slowly rubbing at first, but then he started moving them faster. Each stroke of his finger caused more and more moisture to build up and he found that it was getting rather sticky. 

"Stop...stop...", she was saying.

She was supposed to be a loyal servant to her god. A pure servant. She didn't ever seek a man's touch. But now she was being forced to endure it. It feels so good.... she thought, no wonder it's sinful...

"If your that wet on the outside..", Alex trailed.

Alex moved his hand a little, so that his fourth finger and his index finger were resting atop her pussy's borders. His middle finger was resting just over top of her...entrance.... He rubbed the outside borders of her pussy again and again.. but as he did so he started to push his fingers apart. the skin of her wet and trembling pussy softly stuck with his fingers. Her opening stated to widen and his middle finger started to push...

Sarah's pussy was furiously complaining. Her brain was in complete overload. She couldn't stop what he was about to do!

"Please don't!!", protesting was the only way," Don't do that!!! I'm supposed to be pure!!! If you do that.... I... can't...."

"I won't on one condition," Alex informed," and you know what it is."

Alex then rubbed the borders of her pussy again for emphasis. She was about to speak, but the sudden jolt of ecstasy from her vagina caused her to loudly moan. She blushed as all the people intently and knowingly stared at her. 

"You people.... won't listen. I won't give it to you no matter what you do to me," she told," But...if you do that...."

Alex was staring at her with a hard look. She knew that he was going to do it. She couldn't stop him. There was no way she could get away. Slowly his finger started to press....

No....no........ 

Sarah tried to push her waist away from his finger, but his hand stayed firmly affixed. Sarah closed her eyes... she couldn't believe.. Alex middle finger squeezed it's way inside the opening of Sarah's pussy. His fingertip slowly slid into the hot cavern of wetness, brushing his skin against her inside walls.

She opened her eyes wide with amazement. This time the intense pleasure was so great she couldn't help but open her mouth and groan with pleasure. "oooooooooooouuuuuhhhhhhhhhhhhhh,," she squeaked out in a middle to high pitch. But then she realized what had just happened. She was feeling something entirely foreign inside her body. It was small, but her mind threw the picture of a fingertip directly into her brain. It was moving...touching...sliding...

Alex wiggled his index finger inside her pussy. Her insides felt hot and slippery. The skin enclosed on his finger as he moved it, but it would instantly give way to his constant prodding. He felt her hot juice sliding and sticking to his finger. She was trying to move her hips away from the pleasurable sensation, but he kept his finger inside her soft wetness. With each touch of her slippery insides, his penis moaned to him, wishing it could take the place of his finger. 

The pleasure for Sarah was too strong!! She wanted to give anything to have him take his finger out! He kept moving it, brushing it along the walls of her insides, immediately causing hard complaints of pleasure. It slid, side to side, rotating around. Then his fingertip started to slide in deeper! As it did so, her pussy tingled and itched more! She clenched her mouth tight, not wanting to groan or wheeze. But her rock hard nipples bounced with every slight nudge of his fingertip. Small trickles of her own pussy juice were dripped onto the floor.

"Stop...stop..." she heard herself say inside her head," He can't keep doing this!! I'm a cleric... a maid to my God. I took an oath to be pure. His finger feels sooooo good, but it's a sin. I can't keep letting him poke inside me!!"

His finger slipped inside her pussy again. Her muscles tensed. Her pussy was growing more hot and tingly. She couldn't stop him. She couldn't stop him. His finger just kept ...on... squirming....

"Please, please," she told him," please... stop. it. I can't go back if you keep on doing it...".

"Well... in that case," he smiled at her.

He stopped the movement of his finger. She breathed slowly. Maybe he was going to take it out...

But instead his middle finger pushed against the right wall of her insides. His fourth finger pushed against the lip of her pussy and his index finger moved over. She opened her mouth in amazement and then stared at him embarrassingly. His index finger pushed against the opening of her vagina. Slowly, it nudged it way inside, resting comfortably beside it's neighbor. Then both fingers began to move!

Now she had two strange rough appendages rubbing, brushing and sliding through her insides! It was double the pleasure and she tensed her muscles, wanting to close her legs as they both encouraged her insides to break. She couldn't believe that she was being ravaged this way....

Alex smiled directly at her as his fingers danced through her soft fleshy hotness. He leaned in again and started to lick her right nipple. His tongue touched it's tip as her nipple softly tingled. 

"It's starting to become unbearable isn't it?", the Duke's voice rang out," the constant touches. The endless pleasure. Things you've never done before."

She was hardly paying attention to the Duke. Alex's fingers were too busy worming their way inside her pussy!!

"I wonder what your father would say to this?", the Duke wondered aloud.

The image of her father came into her brain. She knew what he would think. He'd feel disappointed and betrayed. She was supposed to be his pure and innocent daughter. But if he knew that strange men were staring at her exposed and nubile body, if he knew her nipples were perked and hard, if he knew some strange man was fumbling around inside her vagina and making her drip sinful juice onto the floor in front of everyone, he'd be devastated. But she knew that the cost of her stopping this was too much. She could not let them...

"Give us the spell and you can stop this torture. You can go back and purify yourself and that would be that. Why won't you?" the Duke continued.

"Be...uh....Buh.....Because.....I....cuh.....can't!!! Uh..uuuhhhhhhhh", she squealed between moans.

"Hmmm," Alex commented," is that because you want more?!"

"Nu NO!!", Sarah replied," I juh.... just can't!! No matter how.... sinful... how...duh....debase it is... Even.. if I Can't.....guh......gaaaahh......go back... I wuh....won't give in to you. I won't give that spell to you!!"

Alex stared her straight in the eyes. They were burning with red hot emotion and determination. He knew then that she was telling the absolute truth. He had no idea if the Duke could tell or anyone else in the room. But he knew for sure... she was never going to reveal that spell. No matter what they did to her. He smiled at her and continued rubbing her pussy. He might have realized that this torture would be pointless for the Duke to continue, but that didn't mean he wasn't going to fully enjoy her young body when he had the chance!

His hand lay palm side up, his fingers curved around on her skin. His two fingers were still rummaging inside her tender soft pussy and his thumb lay on the fold of her thigh and her underside. He looked for her eyes again and when he met them, unfocused and glassy, he gave a knowing glance. 

She immediately knew he was going to do something else. She wanted to pull away from the ropes but she knew she simply could not do it! Her insides were growing tremendously hot and wet and she knew that her body was simply not going to take much more! Never having been so privately touched, she had no idea what to expect next.

Slowly he moved his thumb over the front of her V sectioned pussy hair. She felt it sliding through her hair. It lightly rested onto the exact center. Then he pushed it towards the tip of her pussy. As his thumb came into contact with the lip of her vagina, he softly massaged it.

Her outside and insides were burning. She had no idea how much more she could take! Then Alex slightly moved his thumb again.

"Know which part of a woman's body is the most sensitive?" he asked her.

She had no idea, but she blushed at the question.

"This", he answered.

His thumb lightly brushed against her clitoris.

Her body nearly keeled over with immense pleasure! Her pussy trembled and the muscles on her legs literally ached with pain. Her whole body felt like it had instantly tightened. The fingers inside her pussy massaged the aching tingling muscles as she tried to recover from the slight touch.