Sitting on a large bed, the prisoner/discipliner, was busy watching nubile bodies in sheer gowns wrestle around him.  His eyes unnaturally dilated, he licked his lips as a thin sheen of perspiration materialized upon his brow.  The trio of rescuers watched in a mix of horror and arousal as the woman around Galahad, pulled gowns up around their waists, revealing they lacked undergarments.<br/><br/>Helaine heard her male companions catch their breaths as the closest maid made a diving attempt at Galahad’s lap, only to have her face ending firmly planted in his crotch.  Eyes rolling back into his head, he fell back upon the bed, smiling blissfully.  Another swung her body over the prostate man and proceeded to shove ample breasts into his face, her movement giving the hypnotized audience a full view of her delicious female anatomy.<br/><br/>“Okay, this has gone far enough!”  Helaine shouted angrily.  She slapped Lancelot, smartly across his face, making sure to hit his recently broken nose from an earlier encounter.  Yelping in pain and eyes watering, he glared at her.  “Now that I have your attention,” swinging around to threaten Gerald she growled, “help me get Galahad out of peril and by God, if I see any of your hands wandering where they shouldn’t, I’ll tell the bishop and Arthur that you need to renew your knightly vows!”<br/><br/>Small in stature but extremely strong, she kicked her companions into action.  Pulling the practically nude women from the ‘fully attentive’ Galahad, Helaine grabbed his shield while struggling to move him towards the chamber door.  "Don't make me grab your sword, Galahad, I won't be as gentle." She warned.