<div class="floatright">(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/c4/2e/4a/c42e4a96012522e6906f7e0b22f7c153.jpg)</div><br/><br/>They did not go immediately into the Gold Whistle.   Instead, he turned the majestic warhorse, she is strapped into the saddle, in such a devious concoction.  That made her hornier, then the nine hells' are hot.   The walk back to the stables is like every other torturous leg of the walk about in this town.  More people looking at her, the more she gasps and bites back moans.   All the while it building up, the pressure that surely she is going to have an orgasm.  Like every time, before they reach the stables and he pulls her off.  Just short of release.   Songbird finds it hard to stand.   Her legs are wobbly.   She manages to keep on her feet.<br/><br/>Hellhound gives instructions, she nods.  Letting him know she has heard.   They begin walking, and now she finds this even more jarring.   As she has a sash shay to her walk, her hips swinging back and forth wantonly.   Making walking harder.   Hard as she is trying to focus on straight ahead.   She cannot  avoid taking in, all those looking at her.   Did it trigger, or is it the swats she has been getting with the scabbard of his bastard sword.  That come often it seems, as she has trouble keeping up.<br/><br/>Failure, and salvation, all at the same moment.   She had failed his dictate,  but relief comes over her as she orgasms on the spot, some twenty paces from the Gold Whistle.   She has to grab onto a wall of one of the buildings.  As her body shudders and she lets out a loud moan of rapture.   If that wasn't enough to give her away.  She squirts, and that is visible as her juices squirt and the spray coats her inner thighs with her wetness, and it's like a fine mist between her thighs.<br/><br/>She is halfway there to telling him the truth.   However, she stops short, her life depended on that she remained in character.   But angst welled up in her stomach as she now dreads the punishment for failure of not to climax.<br/><br/>He doesn't say a thing,  as he swats her again, and they continue the twenty paces and enter the inn.   Which she is glad,  the humiliation of those who had seen, the comments that had come her way.   Anger also,  not at them but at herself as she is turned on by the comments.  Now she has all the patrons of the inn turning to look at them.   One in he takes the silk rope, knots it and dips it in honey.  He would put the knot honey coated in her mouth as a gag, and tie it off around her head.<br/><br/>With that, he guides them to the bar and sees about getting a room.<br/><br/>The bartender is the owner of the inn, the Halfling.<strong>"Hmmm let me see,  that be 8 silver pieces for the room.   2 copper each for meal and 2 copper each for drinks.   Which totals 8 silver and 8 copper.  I'll cut you a deal,  drinks and dinner on the house,  and 6 silver for the room.  You  put the slave to use here tonight, what say you?"</strong><br/><br/>Songbird's eyes go wide with what the Halfling says.   As he seems as tall as her.   Hellhound can see he is standing on a crate behind the bar.