The Inquisitor's Judgement

After a while, all the heavy and expensive-looking pieces of the ceremonial garb were finally removed, and Sadie remained clad in a white blouse with a frilled neckline, and black trousers, both of which clung to her curves in all the right places. Matilde's face flushed red with embarrassment. Her heart was still beating fast. She knew the embarrassment was going to be unbearable, but perhaps it wouldn't be too terrible if Sadie was gentle with her.

Matilde felt so vulnerable in front of Sadie, and the blonde woman sat down in one of the extravagant looking chairs, padded with pillows, and poured herself a glass of wine from a bottle resting on a silver platter atop the dresser. She elegantly sipped it and stared at Matilde with an intense gaze.

"Come here.." she said softly, gesturing with one hand towards the spot right in front of her. "Undress for me.." Sadie cooed, and Matilde reluctantly moved to comply, placing her cloak and outerwear onto the floor, then slowing down as she started to reveal more and more of her skin. She couldn't look Sadie in the eyes, far too embarrassed to meet her gaze, so she let her eyes drift around the room instead.

"Do I remove.. A-All of it..?" Matilde asked, rather foolishly. Of course she would have to remove all of it. But still, she didn't want to disrobe in front of a woman she didn't know, and that she greatly feared. Sadie only laughed.

"Yes, little blossom.. Slowly now.. Make it alluring for me.." she commanded, and Matilde began to undo the make-shift belt holding her robe together, starting to pull the strings down with slow and careful movements. The cold air against her bare flesh made her shudder involuntarily, and her hands were shaking - from nerves rather than the temperature - as she removed the last of her garments and tossed them onto the pile on top of her other clothing. Her nipples stood fiercely erect, betraying how nervous she felt, but she dared not cover herself, for fear of consequences. Instead she waited.

"You're beautiful.." Sadie murmured, looking at her from top to bottom and then up again. Her expression was full of adoration, but Matilde still felt awkward being gazed upon so intently, especially by another female. "Don't be embarrassed.. You are exquisite, little blossom.." Sadie said with confidence, once again referring to her as 'little' despite the two of them being practically the same age. Perhaps it was to mark their power dynamic, or perhaps it was merely because the inquisitor was taller. Matilde swallowed hard, and said nothing.

Sadie got to her feet, and put the wine glass away, half empty. "Sit," she commanded, and pointed to the chair that she had just been in herself. Matilde hesitantly obeyed, placing her naked flesh down on the cushion as she sat. She swallowed nervously yet again as Sadie walked across the room to procure something. She grabbed a silver platter with a bowl on top, a small bottle of some kind, and an ewer of water. As she got closer, Matilde saw the sharp blade resting upon the tray, and felt herself tense up. Her hands clutched the chair-arms tightly.

"Don't be alarmed.." Sadie said in her melodic tone, noticing Matilde's strong reaction. "I'm not going to hurt you." And Matilde was very surprised when the noble and prestigious Miss Sadie sat down on the floor in front of Matilde, almost like a common servant, and - spreading the peasant girl's legs apart - began to lather her pubic hair in some sort of soap or foam. Sadie didn't say anything, just worked her fingers into this deeply personal area, brushing over Matilde's sensitive skin in a manner that sent shivers down her spine and almost made it hard for her not to make some sort of noise.

The feeling of someone else's fingers against her privates was almost too much for Matilde to take. She gasped and tensed up, trying to push the other girl's hands away as if it were a reflex.

"Relax.." Sadie purred softly. "I'm just going to shave you.. I'll make it fast.." she reassured the girl. And with surprising deftness, she did exactly that, removing all of Matilde's pubic hair in a matter of minutes with the razor-sharp blade. It felt humiliating and odd. She couldn't look at Sadie in the eye as the noble woman carried out the deed, and having those delicate fingers all around her nether regions felt incredibly intimate. As the hair was gone, Matilde felt even more exposed than she already was.

"Does it feel good?" Sadie asked teasingly as she removed the last bit of stubble then washed the whole area carefully with the cold water. Her touch was as gentle as a feather caught in a summer breeze, but the cold water felt mildly unpleasant.

"Y-Yes.. Thank you, Miss.." she said, bowing her head slightly towards Sadie. Even though she had no experience at all with sexual things, or with the upper classes and the noble houses, she did understand that this was an act of service that Sadie had done for her, and that this was likely not a very common occurrence. As awkward as it was, she was likely expected to be thankful.

Sadie got to her feet again, leaving the soapy bowl on the platter to the side. She then removed her white blouse, letting it fall to the carpeted floor, revealing a pair of shapely breasts with rosy nipples. Her abdomen was flat, and her hips were curved and well-defined. Her trousers followed suit, and her own sex was completely shaven too. Matilde swallowed as she looked down there. It felt strange, to be staring at another woman in that way - especially a female inquisitor - but it was hard not to, as she now stood naked before her.

"It's chilly in here," Sadie noted, "and we don't want you to get cold during your.. sacrifice." Her expression was one of amusement with just a hint of danger, like a feline with prey between its paws. "Let's get into the bed. I will keep you warm, my sweet little blossom."

Matilde did not argue. Did not say anything at all, in fact. Instead, she timidly walked across the room and crawled up onto the mattress. She couldn't believe how soft it was, and how stark the difference was from her straw-filled mattress at home. Sadie finished her wine, then climbed up beside her, and gently caressed Matilde's cheek with the back of her fingers - a signet ring in gold and gems glinted on her fourth. Then she pulled back the covers a little bit, and rolled onto her back, lying in the middle of the huge four poster bed, beckoning for Matilde to join her.

"Come closer..," Sadie said softly, spreading her own thighs apart even further, "Let me look at your lovely little face..."

Matilde did as she was told, slipping herself between Sadie's legs with a hesitant expression. The inquisitors body was warm to the touch, and smelled faintly of lavender and elderflower, as if she had been bathed in these very perfumes. Sadie wrapped the covers around them, then hugged Matilde close to her, as if she was the blonde lady's doll and they were going to take a nap together. Matilde's heart was drumming thunderously within her, as she rested her face in the nape of the other woman's neck, feeling her own small breasts push against Sadie's larger chest. Her soft skin was incredibly smooth to the touch.

"You don't need to be so scared, little blossom.." Sadie whispered into her hair, holding Matilde tight against her. "I know it must be frightening, especially to be with a woman of my rank, but I hope you understand that I did you a favour. Isn't it much nicer to be here with me than in some cold dungeon cell with a strange man violating your bottom?"

Matilde remained silent, still trembling slightly from fear, and the blonde lady slowly ran her fingers up and down her spine in a caressing manner. It was a kind of tenderness that she had not expected, that much was true. Sadie seemed displeased with her lack of a verbal response however, and demanded her attention.

"Look at me..," she said gently, her voice still kind. "When I ask you a question, you answer it.. Understood?" Sadie asked as she pushed Matilde away a little, so that she could meet her gaze. "Tell me, little blossom... Don't you feel grateful? Don't you want to make me happy?" The inquisitor stared at her with an intense expression, brushing Matilde's bangs away from her eyes. But the peasant girl felt shy, and her eyes were fixated on the inquisitor's exposed chest, her breasts gorgeous by any standard, and her nipples stood out proudly as if daring Matilde to touch them.

Miss Sadie put her hand beneath Matilde's chin, forcing her to meet her eyes. They were staring into her with an authority that made Matilde shiver, and though her mouth felt dry, she quickly found her voice.

"Y-Yes.. I am grateful, Miss." Matilde responded quietly, her voice a little shook. Sadie's expression softened into a look of satisfaction, but continued to scrutinize her with those captivating eyes of hers nonetheless.

"It's not a question of want or need, you understand.. It's about duty. About being respectful to the nobility and to your superiors, and honouring the Lady. She chose your destiny today. I merely claimed you to save you from the barbaric touch of that common soldier. Surely it must feel more pleasant to lie with me than one of the men who make killing others their profession?"

Sadie waited for Matilde's answer. This time the girl was quick to give her reply, speaking up with a quiver in her voice. "Yes, Miss.." And Sadie was probably right. The bed felt like a giant nest of comfort and warmth compared to her own small mattress in her room at home. And the inquisitor had been surprisingly gentle with her so far. Her touch was not one of cruelty, as she imagined most of the soldiers' were. It almost felt pleasurable as Sadie moved her hands up and down her body, tracing her curves with delicate fingers, and lingering upon the small of her back, right above her buttocks.

"Then be grateful, little blossom.." Sadie said with a hint of finality to her voice. "And be obedient.." She looked into Matilde's eyes, searching for any sign of resistance. Finding none, she seemed pleased. "Kiss me.." she demanded suddenly, and Matilde obliged, closing the distance between them as their lips met. The kiss was soft and slow, like water running over smooth stones. The taste of sweet wine still lingered there, and Matilde felt like melting into Sadie's arms as their lips touched. Sadie ran a hand down her cheek, then caressed her butt with the other. It was the first kiss she'd ever received. It was strange. Not in a bad way necessarily, but strange nonetheless. It was making her tingle all over, from her cheeks to her legs. The inquisitor pulled her close again, her hand squeezing Matilde's bottom possessively.

"Mm, little blossom..." She said, letting the perhaps-meant-to-be-endearing pet name roll off her tongue like silk, "By chance, was that your first kiss?"

Matilde nodded, blushing furiously. Sadie grinned and bit her lip. "Then I'll show you.. How to do it properly.. Shall I teach you?"

Again, Matilde gave her answer. "Yes please, Miss..." she responded, in a shy tone.

Sadie giggled at that. "Saying please now, are we? Good girl.." she purred. Then, with a look of sudden intensity, she kissed her again - licking Matilde's bottom lip, begging for entry. The young villager's heart began beating faster. Was she really allowed to kiss her like that? After a moment of hesitation, she parted her lips properly. Sadie's tongue slid into her mouth, deepening the kiss, exploring her gently. Her lips were soft, much like the bed, but warmer and wetter. Sadie seemed to take pleasure in it, moaning as their tongues mingled, her hand once more finding it's way down to Matilde's butt. She squeezed it softly, her finger then gently trailing across her anus. It was a sensation that made Matilde gasp into Sadie's mouth, causing the inquisitor to chuckle quietly. Then, finally, she pulled away. "Very good..," she said, a grin spread across her face. Matilde's face felt warm with embarrassment, but she also couldn't deny it felt quite pleasant.

"I can tell you have a wonderful body.." Sadie purred as she continued to caress Matilde's round tushie, now with both of her hands at once. "The Lady is truly gracious to have given you to me.." she cooed, but the way she spoke about Matilde made her feel uncomfortable, for her tone felt charged with an animalistic hunger, and Sadie appeared more visibly turned on previously. "Tell me, little blossom.. Do you find me attractive?" the woman asked, staring down at her body with such lust that Matilde could feel her breath on her neck, slightly erratic.

"Y-Yes.." Matilde stuttered, nodding hastily as if her life depended on it. Then she laid her head down again, her lips almost brushing up against Sadie's neck as the inquisitor dug her fingers into the soft and supple skin of her bottom. The peasant girl felt incredibly awkward as Sadie spread her bottom cheeks open a little bit, and ran those curious fingertips across her anus several times more. The feeling was incredibly odd. But even odder was that, with a mixture of embarrassment and perhaps a little arousal, she was starting to feel increasingly warm and a little lightheaded. Breathing in the other woman's scent, her heart started drumming a staccato in her chest.

Sadie let out a small moan as she ran her fingertips down Matilde's butt crack, all the way to the wet slit beneath. A glimmer appeared in her eyes. "Oh, little blossom... You're so wet already.. How adorable..." she cooed. Then, she pulled one of her hands away, out of the warming comfort of the covers, reaching for a bottle of oil resting on the nearby nightstand. She coated her fingers in it, and - without warning - pushed one of them inside Matilde's tight anal passage. The peasant girl yelped a little in surprise, and raised herself up - her eyes wide open and staring down at Sadie, as the noblewoman started moving her finger in and out with gentle but determined motions.

"That feels.." Matilde started to say, her expression twisted, but the inquisitor interrupted her.

"Be quiet, little blossom.." she demanded, but not unkindly. "The Lady has chosen anal sex for you for a reason. You dare question her eternal wisdom?" Sadie asked with an arched eyebrow. And Matilde shook her head. She didn't want to say anything that might offend the blonde inquisitor, pious and confident in her role as a servant of the Lady. They truly believed that the Goddess controlled the outcome of the wheels, and that those who received better outcomes were blessed by the Lady, while those who had bad things happen to them were deserving of their punishments. Matilde was not so sure.

Sadie continued moving her finger inside the young girl's tight little hole. It was pleasantly warm in there, and the soft flesh seemed to clench down onto the inquisitors digit with surprising force. Sadie visibly enjoyed the way it felt, and smirked when she saw the look on Matilde's face, clearly amused by how she was struggling to keep quiet.

"Your little hole is so tight.." she said with a grin. "Are you enjoying this..? Perhaps you want me to put a second finger inside..?" The peasant girl's cheeks turned red at the lewd talk, but she nodded regardless, because she imagined that was what the inquisitor wanted her response to be. This did earn a chuckle from the inquisitor however, who paused for a moment. "Then tell me.. little blossom.." Sadie whispered as she pulled her finger out for a moment. "Use your words.."

"A-Ah.. please, Miss... Put your.. Another one in me.. Please.." Matilde begged quietly, with a hint of shame in her voice. Sadie appeared overjoyed with her reaction and did exactly that, sliding two well-oiled fingers into Matilde's rectum, stretching the hole and sinking them inside until her first knuckles were completely submerged. Then, with a powerful thrust, she buried them all the way inside, and Matilde let out a small squeak, squirming involuntarily.

"Shh..." Sadie demanded. "Don't make a sound... You're here for my pleasure, little blossom.. Your only duty is to service me, and fulfil your sacrifice." The words weren't said as an order so much as a reminder, but the message was clear enough, and Matilde obeyed. She pressed her mouth down against Sadie's neck once again, letting out silent gasps of pleasure into Sadie's skin as the inquisitor fingered her virgin bottom. It did hurt very slightly when the blonde woman tried to spread her fingers apart in there, but it felt like an oddly pleasant pain. Without thinking, Matilde began to kiss the inquisitors neck, soft and quiet moans escaping her lips.

Miss Sadie continued with her invasive movements, easing in and out with quick motions, but gently and almost lovingly caressed her head with her other hand. "That's it, little blossom.. Your beautiful behind takes me in so well..." She cooed. They stayed like that for several minutes, Matilde making soft little noises of pleasure as she kissed Sadie's neck, whilst the inquisitor fingered her rectum, sliding her eager fingers in and out of the little hole with practiced precision. The wet sounds of penetration were impossibly naughty, sending jolts of arousal down Matilde's thighs. As if to soothe her and grant her comfort, Sadie held her close with one arm, pulling Matilde against her chest.

"So warm.. Mmmmh.. How do you like it, my little blossom..?" Sadie said in an aroused tone, almost breathlessly. "Does it feel good..?"

The peasant girl swallowed hard. "Y-Yes, Miss.." she stammered out quietly, and felt Sadie push her fingers in all the way at her words - as if rewarding her for good behaviour. Uncertain what came over her, Matilde lifted her head up and kissed the inquisitor again, pushing her tongue deep into Sadie's mouth as she clung to her tightly. She moaned softly as Sadie's tongue eagerly caressed hers in return. The pleasure was spreading through her body like wildfire, lighting everything up in a sensation of ecstasy.

Sadie suddenly rolled the both of them over, so that she was now on top, her face hovering over Matilde's with an expression of immense lust and want. "Little blossom.. Tell me what you feel.." she demanded in a deep, sensual tone, and Matilde blushed fiercely, meeting Sadie's eyes with hers. The inquisitor's eyes were dilated with desire. She continued working her fingers inside Matilde's snug anal passage, moving them back and forth with small thrusts, trying to find a pleasurable angle for the girl. Resting her weight on her elbow, the other hand cupped Matilde's breast, her thumb playing with one of her nipples.

"I.. I.. It's still really tight, Miss..." She responded hesitantly. "But it feels good.." Sadie grinned at that - but she did not look surprised. "It almost makes me.. Like I need to..."

"What did I tell you? The Lady knows what is best for you, little girl. You need only trust her judgment, and serve her as your duty dictates.."

Matilde nodded, biting down on her bottom lip as Sadie continued to push her fingers in and out of her bottom. She realized how wet she was, and how her fluids had begun to leak out, and down onto the silky sheets beneath them. A sudden feeling of pure embarrassment washed over her, worried she might get scolded for ruining the expensive-looking fabric with her lewd mess of juices. Yet she couldn't help but to lift her legs upwards a little bit so that Sadie got a better angle, her clit throbbing painfully, aching to be touched.

Suddenly, Sadie's eyes seemed to flash - a hint of devilish lustre dancing in them. "You love having your butt messed up by me.. don't you? Does my little peasant girl enjoy it?" she purred. Matilde swallowed hard, realizing that Sadie was reading her mind and emotions far too well for comfort.

"I... I.. Yes, Miss Sadie.. It feels good.." she responded in a small voice. She wanted to say something more, but before she could open her mouth, Sadie pulled out of her anus with a wet sucking sound. Then, she raised her fingers to Matilde's mouth.