Christine held still as Tom cut through her ropes, and she breathed a sigh of relief. Allowing her red curls to flow freely around her shoulders and not inhibit her movement, she rubbed circulation back into her arms and hands before stretching a bit and looking at him. She had given him her word, and he<em>seemed</em>less evil than Alistair. Still, she blushed and backed up against the wall as he moved his hand over her body. Her body was lushly curved, which was a feat...considering she'd grown up on the street. Her mother had tried hard to keep enough food on the table, and Christine  had naturally curvy hips and breasts.<br/><br/>Looking up at him, she felt her nipple pebble beneath the chemise, and she remembered she'd offered to undress. Blushing deeply in humiliation, she reached down and pulled off the corset before allowing the ruined chemise to tumble to the floor. She was still shaved and smooth from her earlier harem experience, and her pink nipples puckered in the dim light. Looking up at him, she spoke genuinely for the first time.<br/><br/>"I...I know that this is supposed to be punishment, but...well...I am still very sore down there. I just ask that you take me gently, please."<br/><br/>Her voice grew quiet, but her eyes asked him for mercy.