Above and beyond

It takes many minutes for you both to recover. He reaches his feet first, Grabbing you by the hair, smearing some of his seed into it, letting it clump together. "Clean your filth from my cock!" He mashes his softening manhood, completely into your face. You can smell your excrement on it and close your eyes as he smears some of it across your face.

"Open up! Or I'll clean it with your maiden blood!" You have ****, unable to resist him in your current state, you open your mouth and quickly run your tongue across it. He dips it into your throat and you suck it as hard as you can.

It takes but a moment and he's satisfied. "What a good little whore you were!" he gasps for breath as he rests in a squat that pins your chest beneath his knee. "You even came when I bred ya. Do let my runt rip you from the other side if you take! I'm gonna be filling barrels with my seed thinking about that."

You can't feel anything, you just draw pleasure in nothingness. "I'm gonna go get you that meal, have somebody take your horse over, and see what I can do about that room, I don't think you'll be fit for eyes until the morning. And I'd hate to see anybody in the alley get a free chance to rob me of my purchase." He moves his knee and slaps at your empty belly, making clear his message.

You wait here, I think I can get you an old wench outfit to sleep in.

When he returns, it's with a large plate of Mutton and roasted potatoes. He also uses a rag to free his seed from your eye. But you're completely blind in your left-eye for most of the night.

You manage to sit-up enough to take your first bite of the pink flesh. Allowing its juices to run down onto your breast. Life-giving energy flows through you, color comes back And you attack the plate with bare hands.

When he leaves, he doesn't return again for a long time. You begin to worry for your horse, summoning the energy to wipe yourself up completely. Clean the small pool of yellow-ish, brown seed below you, and shamble your way to the door. You discover it's locked.

You pause to catch your breath and whisper a prayer, sobbing when it answers back. He hasn't broken your link. Just when you're about to re-dress, kick the door in, and take your chances with the crowd upstairs the door clicks, and slides over. "Far room on the second floor. Stop for nothing, talk to no-one, don't leave it until I come to get you. Your horse is in the stables, paid for two days." He gropes your pert breasts one final time, before saying. "We never met, you don't know me, you've never been here before... Clear?"

He hands you a tattered outfit that does nothing to conceal your chest, but its dry so you take it.

You nod your head in confirmation. "Vividly." you muster. "Let no-one say I don't pay my debts," he says as he pushes the door open and disappears up the steps.