The Road is Long

[Frags]

Irving was content as he watched the girl move around the room, fulfilling his wishes. If she weren’t such a whore she might’ve been the marrying type but Irving wasn’t quite ready yet to settle down. And when he would be, he’d have to find a woman with honor, one who hadn’t taken virtually every man in the village. As he laid down he felt sleep come over him, interrupted only briefly when she curled up at the end of the bed. For a moment he gazed down at her. She reminded him of a loyal pet. They both needed something and they were both getting what they wanted out of the deal.

As the night wore on and sleep resumed, the sun eventually beat back the moon for control over the sky. When its first rays fluttered over the horizon Irving woke. Stretching he was reminded of the girl when his feet nudged against her. There was something wrong. Had she forgotten her orders already? With another nudge with his foot he tried waking her as he spoke, “Don’t tell me you’ve forgotten what you’re supposed to do in the mornings? You’ve got to come for your breakfast, its going to be a long day.” And again he tapped her with her foot if the first hadn’t woken her.

He was going to be stubborn, unmoving until she climbed over to him and took him in her mouth. After the eventful day yesterday she probably wouldn’t be able to take as much as she had yesterday morning but there was still something inside him she could take.

 

[sallythescorpian]

Sleep had taken Bronwyn almost the second her head had hit the bed, and she slept soundly, exhausted.

She awoke to find herself being prodded rudely with Irving's foot, and as she struggled into full wakefullness, a second helped her to wake up completely.

“Don’t tell me you’ve forgotten what you’re supposed to do in the mornings? You’ve got to come for your breakfast, its going to be a long day.”

Suddenly it all came rushing back, and frantically, she scrambled up the bed and began to suck him, woking him as deep into her mouth as she could, massaging him with her tongue, and licking and probing all his sensitive spots. She glanced up at him, trying to ascertain if she was doing okay.

 

[Frags]

Irving turned aside the blanket so he could reveal himself to her. When she came forward he let his head lie back on the pillow, his eyes darting down over his body as he felt her lips near his cock. He smiled a little at her quick reaction, making up for lost time as she worked her mouth around his length.

After a few minutes he began moving his hips against her face, trying to climb deeper into her mouth. But his hands didn’t reach for her hair nor did they keep her pressed against his waist. He was enjoying the feeling too much as she took him in her mouth.

“Girl, you’re going to be a pro at this by the time we reach the last town and we depart. Hell, you may have a whole new career on your hands,” he spoke through his breaths and moments of pleasure. “And since you seem to like it so much I have no doubt you and that career will get along very well.”

 

[sallythescorpian]

“Girl, you’re going to be a pro at this by the time we reach the last town and we depart. Hell, you may have a whole new career on your hands"

Bronwyn continued on, sucking his length into her mouth, and doing all she could to make him cum. His words had a strange effect on her. Shame suffused her, turing her crimson as heat flamed in her face. He was telling her was was going to be a whore, that was her future!!

Conversely, she felt a swell of pride at his words, pleased that she was doing a good job, and that he was enjoying her attentions so much. She began to hum, knowing the vibrations in her mouth would stimulate Irving further, and she worked hard to secure her breakfast.

 

[Frags]

As he felt the moment near he raised his hips against her, keeping time with her as she hummed along. Time passed in a haze before he lifted his hips sharply one more time, shooting his seed into her mouth. To know that this was her breakfast, that in a sense, he was feeding her this way and this way every day every morning, seemed to turn him on more. But there was work to do today and they could delay no longer. Besides, there’d still be a nightfall, possibly another village and more money to make.

With a sigh he laid there, waiting for Bronwyn to finish what she did best as his eyes set on the dying fire. The clothes looked dry, or at least dry enough as he returned his attention to the girl. Life was cruel sometimes but she seemed to like everything and he wasn’t about to complain. Maybe it was a blessing for both.

 

[sallythescorpian]

Bronwyn tried her best to relax her throat, so that she could take all of him, as she worked his length! Finally, her efforts were rewarded and she swallowed all he gave her, conscious that it was, in effect her breakfast.

She continued to lap at him, cleaning him of any residual traces, and then, when she was fully done, she climbed from the bed, and stoked the fire, while she checked that his clothes were dried.

The stoked up fire warmed the room quickly and warmed up thier clothing, and the clean basin of water she had placed on the hearth last night, was warm, and she carried it to him, so that he could wash.

Meanwhile she dressed quickly and packed up their belonging, making sure there was nothing left behind in the room. She was especially careful with the oil she had gotten from the Inn Keeper.

 

[Frags]

When she was through with her duties, Irving sat up in bed. Grabbing the blankets he wiped himself clean from her saliva, putting his feet on the ground. The first thing he did was wash his face in the basin she’d brought to him, giving himself a quick wipe down. It was the second best thing to a washing he’d find until they’d come across a stream or a town with a big enough tub.

Then he turned toward the hanging clothes, taking his down and pulling them on. Walking around the bed his boots were then pulled on as he kept an occasional eye on Bronwyn, watching her gather up her things. He smiled when something crossed his mind and he made his way toward her.

“There are a few things we have to get in town. But I think you’ll be awful warm in that dress you’re wearing. Why not just go out in that corset of yours? Maybe while we’re out we’ll find you some panties so you won’t attract so much attention.” Irving wasn’t sure if he wanted her to go outside in just her corset or not but he was tempted to see if she was still as obedient as ever. To see if she’d go without a dress and just the corset. He doubted he’d ever stop testing her. Not until their travels came to an end.

 

[sallythescorpian]

Bronwyn had gathered almost all her things, when Irving spoke.

"I think you’ll be awful warm in that dress you’re wearing. Why not just go out in that corset of yours? Maybe while we’re out we’ll find you some panties so you won’t attract so much attention".

She felt the heat infuse her face, and knew that she was crimson. Surely, surely he would not make her walk around outside in such a state of undress???? She would be arrested for public nudity, or for being a loose woman, or engaging in lewdness. Her eyes filled with tears.

"No, please no, Sir! I cant go out like that! I.......I'd be shamed!! Not even the whores do that, please, please dont make me, I'm begging you! Please!!" She fell to her knees in abject supplication, her head bent, and she began to kiss his boots, "please sir, please, anything but that, please!! I.......I'll be a good girl, I'll do whatever you like, but please dont shame me so, please!"

 

[Frags]

Irving stared at her for a long time listening to her. She surprised him when she bent down to kiss his boots but he wasn’t going to be anymore lenient on her than he’d been. With his eyes downcast over her lowered body he spoke, “Whose little whore are you? You’re mine, isn’t that right? You do what I say when I say. That was our agreement lest I dump you off somewhere else and let you find someone else to protect you. But after your reputation, who’d care to protect a little whore in a little town?”

He sighed as he raised his eyes toward the door, “Now, drop the dress and pack it away. If we find anything for you to wear in the store while we’re buying supplies, then I’ll consider finding something for you to cover yourself. If you want to continue to defy me then you’re only leaving me with one choice.”

Then he moved away from her, taking his boots with him as he sat upon the bed. His eyes rested on her as he waited for her to comply with his order.

 

[sallythescorpian]

Bronwyn cringed, certain in the knowledge that she had one choice and only once, and brokenly, she stood, and began to unfasten the bodice of her dress, letting it fall from her body. She picked up the corset he had indicated, and stepped into it, tears streaming silently down her face.

She braced herself agains the bed, and whispered "I'm your little whore sir! Will you please lace up my corset for me, I cant reach!" She hoped he would not do it too tightly, as, the last time he had done so, she had had trouble getting a deep breath, as her waist was cinched so, and her tits, although not particularly big, had been pushed up and out, and had been spilling out of the cups at the top of the corset.

She was red, from head to toe, humiliation making her body vibrate with shame, and unfortunately, and she hated the fact, it also made her pussy weep with excitement, as she imagined her shame as people looked at her exposed private places.

 

[Frags]

"My little whore,” he repeated as he listened to her admittance. When she told him she needed help he rose from the bed, moving behind her. Pressing his body close to her body his breath beat against the nape of her neck as a hand slid around her front, cupping her breast. In her ear he whispered, “We’re going to need plenty more oils for the road.”

Then he let his hand slip away from her, his body giving him enough room so he could lace her up. But he wasn’t kind in his tying. It was tight. If she was going out he wasn’t going to let her off with a loose-fitting corset. She was just going to have to deal with the tight corset. After he was done he asked her, “How is that? Would you like it tighter?” he grinned a little to himself.

Mindlessly he slipped a hand over her ass, feeling her cheek. Then he let his hand dive between her legs, discovering that she was wet. “Why, you get off on this, don’t you. You want people to see you. You want to be fucked by every single man in this town, don’t you?” Then after some hesitation, the grin still on his face, “Women included? We’re being honest remember.”

 

[sallythescorpian]

Bronwyn was able to breath only in little shallow breaths, her ribs pulled in tight, and her waist now tiny. Irving could have spanned it with his hands and had room left over. Her tits were pushed up very high, and were in severe danger of spilling over, the upper section of her aerola visable above the top of the cup.

“How is that? Would you like it tighter?”

"No thank you sir, I think this is perfectly fine ....... providing that you like it, that you are happy with it!" she added the last as an afterthought, trying to show deference to his opinion.

She looked at herself, and then Bronwyn glaced down, shocked and horribly turned on at her slutty appearance. He felt between her legs, discovering her shameful secret, and she felt herself flush with embarrassment.

“Why, you get off on this, don’t you. You want people to see you!" She hung her head, ashamed. She was turning into a whore in truth. He continued " You want to be fucked by every single man in this town, don’t you?” She shuddered hard, a strange mix of degradation and undeniable arousal, at his suggestive question. She moaned, her cunt suddenly gushing a trickle of her juices down her thighs, she couldn't say it, she couldnt, she managed a brief nod.

It could not get any worse, she thought, her shame evident for him to see! She was horrified that such a suggestion could have that effect on her, her cunt was clenching on nothingness, her clit was swollen and sticking out, throbbing and begging for her attention. Then he added, “Women included? We’re being honest remember.” She was momentarily shocked. "how is such a thing possible?" she asked, and then unbidden an image of her being touched by a woman filled her mind and she reddened impossibly more!!

 

[Frags]

Irving heard her and was going to leave it as it was but when she asked him if he were happy with it he decided to say, “I think we can take it in a little more.” Then he loosened it a little before tightening the top just a little more. “There,” he spoke with a smirk, “That ought to do it. What do you think?” he tempted to her again.

Then he walked around to the front of her, looking her up and down as though she were some animal. “I couldn’t hear you. You’re going to have to tell me. Out loud and with your words. And don’t whisper it,” he warned as he slipped his hand between her legs. Gently he touched his hand against her pussy, his fingers threatening to invade her, “You want the entire town to cum inside you, don’t you. You’d like that.

“As for the women,” he continued, “They can use their tongues, fingers, hands or other things they can find. But that doesn’t answer my secondary question either. You would also like the women to have their way with you too, wouldn’t you? You disgusting little whore,” then he let his fingers slip back and forth inside her for a few seconds before withdrawing them. Wiping them dry on her clean corset he looked back up to her face. “Well?”

 

[sallythescorpian]

He tightened her corset further, constircting her and giving her a very strong feeling of being bound, and at his mercy. Her tits were pushed up obscenely now, forced up,until the cups were only partially covering her nipples. A slightly deep breath, or even bending forward, and she would have her breasts exposed in their entirity. Even as it was, half her aerola was clearly visable, and she was shocked at her appearance.

“That ought to do it. What do you think?”

She nodded, her head down "I think that will do!" she said quietly.

Somehow, wearing, or almost wearing the corset, made her feel even more exposed than she would have felt completely naked. It seemed to emphasise her exposed pussy, and ass, and her ready-to-pop-out-at-any-moment tits.

he was refering to her answer to his earlier question again:

“I couldn’t hear you. You’re going to have to tell me. Out loud and with your words. And don’t whisper it -You want the entire town to cum inside you, don’t you. You’d like that"

Bronwyn was terribly confused. Surely she didn't want that .... did she?? Yet even as he said the words, her nipples contracted and her cunt gushed a little, and she cringed as she was sure her juiced met with Irving's fingers. She opened her legs a little more, and began to rock her desperate body against his fingers, which were teasing her, but not giving her what she needed. She was so aroused, and she hated that she was. Why could he not let it go? Why did he insist that she vocalised her dark desires? and yet, even that, even being made to do so, made her wetter.

"I...... I.... dont know why..... but, I..... well... I get very excited when you say that! I dont think I want the entire town to pump me with cum" she shuddered, on the brink, even as she said the words, "but, my ..." she pointed down at her clenching pussy, unalbe to say the word ".... my body gets excited at the thought!" She rocked her body, trying to impale herself on his teasing fingers, even now, the wet sound seeming very loud in the room.

“The women can use their tongues, fingers, hands or other things they can find. You would also like the women to have their way with you too, wouldn’t you? You disgusting little whore,”

She was shuddering, her clit pulsing visibly, sticking out, prominent between her pussy lips, the sparce hair giving little coverage. "I.... dont know! It is so depraved, so wrong and nasty, I dont know....." her pussy gushed once more, coating his fingers, and sending trickles of cum down her legs, she hung her head, mortified that his words, and the images they evoked were effecting her so ".... I guess ..... maybe ...I might like it!"

 

[Frags]

“You ‘might like it?’” he asked her with a questioning look in his eye. Irving seemed to be able to see through her. After all she’d done and after all her screams of more through yesterday, he was almost sure she’d love anything he did to her. He doubted there was a single thing he could do to her that she wouldn’t enjoy.

“We won’t be able to put you through the ringer here since we do have to leave within a few hours. But there are other towns, other whorehouses. Maybe I’ll get you a girl. But only after you’ve earned the coin to pay for one,” he spoke, standing near the foot fo the bed. Yes, she’d be selling her body again to have her own experience with a woman. “Of course I’ll be present to take part. Maybe she’ll hear you scream ‘More, more more’ like you were last night.”

He laughed a little at that as he looked over her. “You’ve got nice tits but how about before we leave this place we do one more thing. Bend over on the bed and keep your legs on the floor. I’ll fuck you one last time before we leave. Would you like that?”

 

[sallythescorpian]

Bronwyn was mortified at the way her traitorous body reacted to Irving's suggestion that she whore herself out, so that she could engage in lesbian activity, while he watched and took part. Images of the things she do, and the things that would be done to her flashed rapidly through her mind, and she felt her cunt clench excitedly, her clit was swollen and very, very prominant, and she wondered if she could cum, just from squeezing her legs together.

She flushed an even deeper red, when he suggested that the whore would hear her begging "more, more more" and his reference to how she had done just that the previous night. She had been a virgin, so very recently. Obviously she was a woman with very low morals, for it had taken so little for her to eagerly whore herself out!

"Bend over on the bed and keep your legs on the floor. I’ll fuck you one last time before we leave. Would you like that?”

She could not bring herself to beg, although she was not far off! She bent, as he instructed her, and she knew that in that position, he could see just how red and swollen her excited pussy was, her juices creaming her thighs, and she could not contain the little wriggle she gave with her ass, enticing him to take her, saying with her body what she could not bring herself to say aloud.

 

[Frags]

“If you want it,” he spoke as he watched her moved toward the bed without a word, “Then you’re going to have to beg for it. And I don’t want some weak effort. I want you to really beg. Plead. Say whatever you have to say that’ll make me want to fuck you. Because if you don’t I can spend the next hour sitting up here with you, teasing you, bringing you to the edge and never letting you feel the rush you felt last night.”

Moving from the foot of the bed and toward her positioned body he slapped her ass hard. Not removing his hand, he let it slide along her skin until a single finger touched upon her pussy. Gently running it up and down her he was sure to not insert it nor to touch her clit. Irving was sure of his word that he wouldn’t let her cum unless he wanted her to. Then his finger left her for the moment, threatening to return if she didn’t adhere to his order.

“And put your legs together,” he spoke to her. Then his hand returned to her pussy, inserting his finger into her this time. The pace was incredibly slow and didn’t go very deep. Irving was testing her, seeing how far she would go before she caved in to his wants.

 

[sallythescorpian]

“If you want it hen you’re going to have to beg for it. And I don’t want some weak effort. I want you to really beg. Plead. Say whatever you have to say that’ll make me want to fuck you. Because if you don’t I can spend the next hour sitting up here with you, teasing you, bringing you to the edge and never letting you feel the rush you felt last night.”

Oh God! She needed him to fuck her so bad. Her body was really excited, and she was ashamed of that fact. How had she gone from virgin to needy whore in such a short time, and what if she was becoming addicted to it??? Would she be begging strangers on the road to meet her needs? The thought partly humiliated and partly excited her , but totally shamed her.

She felt the sting of his hand on her ass, and the hot rush of blood to the skin's surface. She gasped, and as he ran his finger lightly over her wet pussy, and she found herself opening her legs, trying to catch his finger with her pussy. But he was too fast for her, and he simply teased her.

"Please sir! Please would you fuck me? I ..... I need it! I think I might be addicted to your.... your er... manhood" she flushed deep crimson. "please fill me with your flesh and with your seed!" She looked hopefully at him, wondering how mcuh futher he might make her debase herself.

He told her to keep her legs together, and she was humiliated to reaslise just how wide she had spread them, opening her cunt hoping for him to fill her hungry pussy.

 

[Frags]

As Irving’s finger worked against her and she began her begging, he sighed as he pulled himself away. Sitting on the bed he stared down at her face before looking back to her bare ass. “You’re going to have to beg better than that,” he commented plainly. “Otherwise I’ll let your need go unfulfilled.” It was a threat he was willing to make good on, although there’d still be plenty of teasing over the next hour just to get her excited for no reason.

With a hand he moved her hair out of her face, looking down at it. To him she seemed such a mess. A girl in a corset begging to be fucked by some stranger whose name she hadn’t even heard. The only thing they had in common was they both needed one thing. But as time went on it seemed Bronwyn not only needed the protection he could offer, but also the fuckings she’d received over the last day and a half.

When he was through with her hair he stood from the bed, walking behind her again. Though he didn’t strip down. Instead he stood there watching her, waiting. And the more he thought about it the more he was tempted just to play with her until they had to leave. The thought alone made him smile.

 

[sallythescorpian]

Bronwyn's traitorous body was desperate, and any war she fought with her pride was a lost cause.

She had worked herself against his finger, and on a few occasions, she had felt her orgasm very close, but he had touched her so lightly, stopping periodically, when it suited him, that she was left desperate and needy with her orgasm fading from her.

You’re going to have to beg better than that, otherwise I’ll let your need go unfulfilled"

She was so tempted to see to her need herself, and she brought her fingers to the apex of her thighs, but thought better of it, and removed them again.

"Sir, would it be okay..... would you mind if I touched myself??? Please?"

She waited, and then, her body's need overcame her shame at humiliating herself so, she pulled away from him, and sat on the ground, her knees bent, and spread wide. As she sat, the boning in the corset forced her tits up and over the top of the corset.

"Please, please please, Sir. I am begging you! Please fuck me!!! I want your thick cock to pump my wet pussy, Look at it " she glanced down "its all read and swollen, and so wet, its dripping!! It needs to be filled and fucked so bad, please make me cum, please! I'll go mad if I dont get it now!! You have made me addicted to it!!! A few days ago, I was a virgin, now I cant manage with out. Look how my clit sticks out, begging for attention!! Please sire, please - I..... I'll do anything...... anything at all, just please don't tease me and make me cum!!!"


She was on the verge of tears. She had been fine until he began to tease her, touch her so, speaking such naughty suggestions, and making her visualise herself engaging in dirty and depraved acts, all of which served to turn her into a mindless lump of flesh, needing only one thing.

 

[Frags]

Irving remained silent as he watched her react to him. When she asked him if she could touch herself he shook his head and spoke, “You’ll never touch yourself without my permission. Understood? Any satisfaction you ever receive will be from someone else. Never again will you get it from your own hand. Besides, it isn’t nearly as exciting.”

Afterwards he pushed himself away from the bed, walking behind her. This was when he saw her reposition herself on the floor, beginning to bed. The girl was such a mess. And for him. She didn’t know anything about him, not even his name and yet she wanted him to fill her in her most intimate of places. There was no denying that he was amused by her actions, by her words but he wasn’t ready to fuck her just yet. Really he was only playing with her. He wanted to humiliate her without her receiving a single thing from him. After all, the trade off was that he’d receive her body and she’d receive protection. It wouldn’t make sense, to him, if he began working for her in two areas.

With a sigh he began, “You’ve disobeyed me. You moved away from where I told you I wanted you and went to the floor. Now put on your dress, we’re going out. And fix your corset, your tits are hanging out. Be a lady,” he looked down to her before turning his back on her. Her actions only gave him an excuse not to fuck her. The playing with her was almost as fun as screwing her. But she had to know that he wasn’t there for her. Not in that way.

Picking up the bag, briefly looking behind him to check up on her. “Hurry. The sun isn’t going to stay in the sky all day.”

 

[sallythescorpian]

Bronwyn could hardly contain the tears that threatened. She had humiliated herself utterly, and to no avail. She had begged to be allowed masterbate!!! And she had been refused!!

“You’ll never touch yourself without my permission. Understood? Any satisfaction you ever receive will be from someone else. Never again will you get it from your own hand."

She felt dirty at having even voiced such a request out loud! And now she understood and accepted that she was not to come on her own touch again, and the great dissappointment she felt at such a dictate, shamed her to her core. What kind of respectable woman, felt like crying, when she was told she could not do something so sinful?! What kind of woman begged to be allowed do such a sinful thing? And the shameful answer was that Bronwyn was that type of woman.

She took her dress, and cringed at his comment:
"Now put on your dress, we’re going out. And fix your corset, your tits are hanging out. Be a lady,”

She looked down, and noticed just how lewd she appeared, and she quickly stood, and managed to squeeze her breasts back into the cups of the corset. She put on her dress, her head hanging with embarrassment, and she gathered their things, and followed him to the door.

She was fighting back tears. She had totally shamed herself, begging to be fucked, to touch herself, and she had been refused. Frustration rode her hard, and she found herself surripticiously squeezing her thighs together, endeavouring to sneak some relief.

She spoke quietly to him, her eyes down, her face still very red.

"I am so sorry sire! I dont know what came over me, to make me act so........ so cheaply! Please forgive me, I dont mean to be such a ...... such a loose woman, and I hope my slutty behaviour has not made you think ill of me! Please allow me to remedy such a situation."

 

[Frags]

“I don’t know,” Irving began as he looked at her. “You’ve acted like such a dirty whore I don’t know if my mind can be changed about you. Maybe I’ll keep you from screwing the town. I think I might have something more interesting in mind anyway,” he smirked at her. Hoisting the bag under his arm he began walking down the stairs.

There didn’t seem to be anyone from the day before in the place but he wasn’t looking. He wasn’t the one who’d be humiliated by the attention. There were only a few people who watched them as they walked by. Irving just wanted to get on the road and leave but there were still some things to do. Once outside he walked across the street and into the clothing store they’d been in earlier.

Explaining to the man behind the counter, as Irving placed the bag on the floor for relief. Irving opened the conversation about finding something for Bronwyn to wear as panties. There were a few reasons and as he was guided toward another end of the shop, Irving picked up the bag again and found himself surrounded by various kinds of underwear. There were so many to choose from. Then a thought came to him, as it had the day before, that he ought to let Bronwyn choose.

After a brief glance around he spoke, “Choose a pair. If I don’t find it acceptable then I’ll take matters into my own hands.” It was a threat he very much wanted to carry out but he was going to give her a chance.

 

[sallythescorpian]

“You’ve acted like such a dirty whore I don’t know if my mind can be changed about you. Maybe I’ll keep you from screwing the town."

bronwyn felt tears burning her eyes! He was right!! She had behaved like such a slut, no wonder he thought she'd take on the town!! Hadn't she said as much herself??? She flushed even deeper as she remembered show she had almost cum as she told Irving that she want every man and woman to take her and use her!!!!

No wonder he called her a dirty whore!! She was one!! He hung her head in shame, and followed him out of the tavern. First the barman, and then the ostler, both grinned at her and made lewd gestures which she pointedly ignored. Head down she followed Irving into the store, and went to the underware section.

She would prove herself a good god fearing girl to him. She looked around, immediately dismissing the costly silk or linen items, and then she selected a cotton pair of the most conservative, old lady panties, she could find. She smiled happily as she presented them to Irving, and sat back and awaited his response, hoping to be renewed in his esteem!!

 

[Frags]

“No,” Irving spoke, looking at the very conservative clothing she chose. There was a very thin line drawn down the imaginary line he cast for her. Privately he wondered if he was moving it just to have his fun with her, make her squirm. Watching this girl move wasn’t a terrible thing.

“Drop those and follow me,” he added as he placed the bag on his back, keeping it there as he would for their journey. Leading her away from the back of the store and back outside he crossed the street although he wasn’t headed toward the place where they stayed. Instead he was bent on the whorehouse not too far away from it. As he neared the doors he spoke, not bothering to turn around, “You can wait outside if you want. I won’t need you for this.”

And with that he slipped inside, returning a few minutes later with a pair of panties in his hand. They were still warm from its previous wearer, having bought them with the reserves of Bronwyn’s day of whoring the day before. Other than the heat and the scent from its previous owner, they looked as though they belonged in the store across the street. They were silk, black. And he handed them to her.

“These are yours now,” he spoke to Bronwyn. “Put them on and then we’ll pick up our last supplies. While I’m doing that I’ll have you tell the shopkeeper, in detail, exactly what you did yesterday.” At this last bit he smiled as he recrossed the street, not bothering to wait for the girl.