Relia is returned

As you lie on your side by Alicia gently stroking her plump breast mentally comparing it to her sister's smaller and firmer tit you hear a polite scratching on the flap of your tent, and Theo's head pops through the doorway just as you pull on your tunic.

"I have something for you Rider." He smiles as he pulls Relia in by a collar and chain. " 'Not that it looks like you've been too distraught while she was gone.' Theo adds as Alicia scrambles to cover herself." The pretty girl had all the markings of a well fucked slut, her eye makeup was streaked from tears, she had a red hicky on her neck that you don't even remember giving her and a half-dried stream of cum crusted on her thigh. "I have to take this one back to the holding pen," he nods at Relia who was staring at her pretty feet, "now that you have your prize back."

Alicia is clearly not please that she is being replaced by another after the way you had shown her what she'd been missing. She looks up at you from the bed hopefully but when you made no effort to stop Theo, she picks up her undergarment from the floor and pulls it on, even meekly allowing the young officer to loop a cord around her neck.

"Was she as good as she looks?" He asks you just before he steps through the flap.

"Better." You assure him and see a faint smile on the girl's face as she reacts to your assessment just before she steps out the door.

"You're a heartless bastard." Relia stares at you with some of the hauteur you remember so well, her small fingers pulling futilely at the collar around her neck.

"Why?" You ask innocently, "because I fucked that pretty little thing, or because I let her go without a second thought."

"No, I don't care about who you stick your cock into or how she feels about it." She folds her arms across her chest and you suspect that she did care at least a little when she realized what you had been up to. "You let the Lord Marshal send me to his interrogators."

"I am sorry about that," stepping across the tent you hold Relia's slender shoulders in your hands, "but I really had ****." You see no obvious signs of ****, but that didn't always mean much. "Was it bad?"

You were caught off guard by the sudden flurry of blows and two or three of them hit you in the face before you were able to pull her into arms and hold her steady.

"I hate you!" Relia snarls into your ear. "You let them rip through my mind like a beggar going through a bag of kitchen waste, and the whole time you were getting your jollies fucking some other captured cunt!" To your surprise she collapses into your arms sobbing as you hold her naked body firmly against your chest.