Round 20

Jeane’s crimson eyes gleamed in the gloom as she pressed the ornate dildo against her lips, savoring its cool smoothness. The anticipation was almost too much—her cunt dripped steadily, and her veiny dick twitched with a mind of its own, eager to defile whatever young flesh awaited inside. But first, they needed to deal with this nervous little mouse outside the door.

"You sure this is a good idea?" Clarice hissed again, wringing her hands. Jeane let out a low purr that made the girl flinch. "Oh sweetie, it's an excellent idea," she cooed. "The best ones always are." She turned to Silra, who was leaning against the wall with an expression of barely concealed disgust. "My dear rogue, would you be so kind as to... persuade our guest here to join us? I'm sure we can find a way to make it worth her while."

Silra pushed off the wall with a sigh that spoke volumes about her opinion on the whole situation. She approached Clarice slowly, hands visible and non-threatening. "Look," she said, keeping her voice low and reasonable, "we're not here to hurt you or anything like that. But we really need your help." She glanced back at Jeane, then quickly away again. "My... friend has some very specific tastes, and she's offering you a chance to experience things most people only dream about."

Clarice’s eyes widened further, her cheeks flushing pink even in the moonlight. "Experience? What kind of—" The sound of footsteps echoed from inside the church.