Payback

"Wakey, Wakey." Rosalind cooed as she tried to rouse the merchant. He didn't seem to respond to her polite attempts at waking up. Oh well. She had some more fun ways of waking him up. She walked over to his sleeping form and then lifted up her foot and stamped as hard as she could on his....precious jewels.

"Gah!" The merchant screamed as he awoke to the most pain he'd ever felt in his life. He tried to move his hand to try and massage the area but found them bound in place with some rope. "What the?" He muttered as he looked up. He was in a camp of sorts, his horse slaughtered and his carriage ransacked....and standing before him was none other than the knight herself, Rosalind, wearing the most malicious smile he had ever seen on her face. "Where am I? What did you do to me?" He questioned her, his voice quivering as Rosalind began to circle him like a predator.

"To answer where, you're in your final resting place." Rosalind chuckled darkly as she sauntered up to him. "And as for what I'm going to do to you...." She licked her lips as she moved her hand to caress his chest. "I'm going to make sure your last moments are nothing but ****." She smiled as held him by his collar and licked his neck.

The merchant's hairs raised on edge from her touch. He felt her hands grab the clothes on his body. With her well toned muscles, she ripped his shirt off with ease, dropping the pieces of cloth to the side. Her hands, which looked delicate, soon began to feel and touch his bare body. She pinched and poked and prodded him, with seemingly no reason other than for her own amusement.

"Ugh, you're so squish and flabby." She chuckled. "Like a living sack of jelly. I suppose someone as rich and sly as you must eat a lot after you swindle so many poor souls." Rosalind replied sarcastically. "Look at these....they are almost as big as mine." She responded as she grabbed his chest and squeezed hard, her nails embedding themselves into his skin.

"Lady Rosalind, please whatever I've done to deserve this, please, forgive me." He begged as her nails dug into him. Rosalind seemed to enjoy his cries for mercy, as with another cruel smile, she pushed him back into the tree he was bound to.

"Sorry, but no refunds." Rosalind said mockingly. "All purchases are final." She told him. His eyes widened, he knew what those words meant, especially with who had said them to. Those were his own words that he had told that Ricard fellow a while back.

"If this is about the bracelet, then please, if you let me go I'll pay you back double...no ten times the amount of its worth." He pleaded.

"My dear, merchant, do I really seem the kind of girl to be bribed." Rosalind cooed. "As I've said, Ricard is a dear friend of mine, to insult him is to insult me. You can't bribe me, old man, you have nothing to offer me that I couldn't already have on my own. However when you embarrassed and humiliated Ricard, well....embarrassment and humiliation aren't things you can just erase. They need...special payment." Rosalind informed.

"Special Payment?" He gulped.

"Why yes." Rosalind said as she quickly pulled his pants off. "Just as you humiliated Ricard, I'm going to personally humiliate and **** you." Rosalind said as she stripped him further. "Only then will I be satisfied and consider your debt...paid." Rosalind told him.

"No, no please." He wanted to scream but Rosalind put a gag in his mouth.

"Shhh. An animal doesn't talk back to its master." She shushed as she began to gently strip off her own clothes with more care than she had done with his. "You should consider yourself lucky. A pig such as yourself is getting the pleasure of this body first hand. Many would count themselves lucky in your place." She informed. "Now....let's begin." She told him as she pushed him flat against the tree and began to exact her payment.

A few hours later......

"How pathetic." Rosalind thought as stood up. Her body dripped with juices both her own and from her victim. She strutted over to the carriage, not bothered in the slightest as the winds blew and tickled her nude body. Looking over the merchant's belongings she found some containers with water. Perfect.

Using the containers, she gave herself an impromptu bath, washing herself enough to be presentable. She then used the remaining scraps of his clothes to dry herself and then quickly redressed herself. Despite trying to keep him conscious, the bastard was ultimately unable to keep up with her superior body and passed out after she wrung him for a few hours.

Looking over at the container she saw she still had some water left and used it to rinse her mouth. Normally she would never choose to get so intimate with a man of all things but Rosalind had found that such intimacy did hold some power in some scenarios. The look of fear he had as she took each action, using every part of her body to violate his was intoxicating, but alas all good things come to an end.

Now fully dawned in her clothes once more, Rosalind returned to the **** form of her victim. It was time to finish him off. Normally one would need a weapon such as a knife or blade or blunt object to do what she was about to do, but Rosalind didn't have such needs. Soon, the merchant would not swindle and rob any other. Rosalind smiled to herself, satisfied to have finally dish out justice. Now it was time to remove him from this world permanently. She had already emptied the carriage of all the important belongings. All the gold, money and whatever other valuables he had that she could carry were taken out. Now she laid his unmoving body inside, and began using some of the oils and **** that he sold and bathed the carriage and him in them. She threw in a few extra pieces of dried wood and leaves.

With a few tries, she managed to light a fire. Then it was all up in flames from there. She threw the fire into this makeshift pyre and almost immediately it was consumed in the flames. The fire ate and devoured the merchant and engulfed him and his carriage. Rosalind looked on, making sure the body in particular was burned beyond recognition. Once she was satisfied the knight went on to pick up the valuables she had found and headed back to the village.

Once she reached there, she would bury her finding in a place nearby where only she and Ricard would know- or well, Ricard would know, for Rosalind would have no memory of these events once she returned. Ricard however would, and he would be forever grateful to Rosalind for doing them.

Anyone who crossed Ricard would also feel Rosalind's wrath and would pay the price... even... Ricard's own friends, if they dared.