<strong>Sophie</strong><br/><br/><em>I am in hell,</em>thought Sophie.<em>I have died and I am in hell</em>.  She obeyed; anything to spare herself the torture as her soft thighs opened and wrapped around the King's hips, with that move, her lifted body settled on his cock like an impaling spear, her tight sex splitting by her weight, drawing him in and deep with a painful rip of her maidenhead.  "Aiii!" she cried as she felt herself full, full of his hard shaft.  Tears fell like raindrops, tears of shame, tears of pain.<br/><br/>"Master," she said, after a moment of wailing, her voice a ragged whisper.  "Master you are. . .oh. . .my god.  I. . .oh please. . .love having you.  In me."  She closed her eyes, each word searing her mouth like acid as she spoke it.  Her arms were heavy like lead, she could not keep her grip on the bar without excruciating paint, especially as she began riding him as he had commanded.  "I enjoy it so.  Like a common harlot.  Please. .f-f-f. . .please fuck me,  Master."<br/><br/><strong>Aurora</strong><br/><br/>"But it is not your choice," she said, gently, but still with an iron in her voice that would not be bent.  "It is mine, and I will stake what remains of my innocence and purity, already torn from me by Harrick, on finding what I seek here.  If asked, I will not say that you did not try to turn me away from this path, but my mind is made up, Sir Darius."<br/><br/>She pointed to a door that, if one used the altar as the focal point, was directly behind it.  "That is where we will begin.  I am looking for knowledge, but will take whatever I can fathom a use for from this place.  Be my eyes as well as my hands, sir knight, and search well."