Reluctant was definitely not what Josephine was; no, she was frantic and terrified. The other guard turned his attention away from Raoul, and grinned, striding over. "I have never known a slut to be reluctant to pleasure." Josephine whimpered as his fingers trailed along her thighs, which had been forced apart a bit by then. "Come on, darling, open up. We'll get our way one way or another. Don't make us force you." The girl whined, her legs being pried apart bit by bit. Her resistance was not strong enough. Soon enough her strength to resist faded and her legs were able to be pulled away from each other. Her heart beat was fast and frantic, but not with pleasure.