#363187 - “It is indeed, quickly now,” I ordered and she followed me to my bed chamber. She sat on my bed as I returned, staring at her lower belly where my seed still oozed from her, the leather collar still around her neck. But that was yesterday and today would I reclaim my honour, that I had decided, the stage was erect in the market square and my tormentor was held by unwilling guards thereon, a slip of a girl with an evil tongue, a witch in the guise of an angel, her yellow hair spilled wantonly upon the shoulders of her white smock and she stared at me with as much hatred as was humanly possible as they held her, nay not humanly for it was animal passion and hatred she displayed as they held her, her hands roughly tied behind her waist as she shivered in the November sunshine with just a thin cheesecloth smock to hide her nakedness, cheese cloth and naught beside had I ordered so I might readily tear it from her when I thrashed the truth from her presently but first there were po