Luca didn’t grant Nicholle any clothes for the three day ride back to his country, but paraded her nude on the front of his horse all the way back.  When they reached his castle—a renovated ruin—he had the blacksmith fit a copper collar to her neck.  When she was properly marked, he brought her into his throne room alone and showed a skimy white top and loincloth.  “Would you like clothes, little one?” he inquired.  “A proper slave of mine may go clothed if it please me, but first I need a willing sign of your submission.  Kneel at my feet and drink my seed.”