He finally rose from atop her, releasing the weight from her torso. He stretched, looking at her abused body.  HE'd have to keep her on a collar, a choker even.  He may want to look into locking away the wet tightness that he just ravaged, she may try and please herself without him.  He couldn't have that.  She would know no pleasure that was not administered by his generosity, and she would have to earn it. This was a slavers town, he imagined they sold chastity belts of some variety.  He loosed her binds from the bed.  "Get up. And wash yourself at the basin, or we can head to the baths.  Either way, we're going out."  He remembered she could not understand him to his knowledge.  Either way, she was free to stand, her wrists still bound and the collar locked about her neck.