The Castle of Kink (IC)

[Knightmare27]

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There were the weirdest rumours in the town down in the valley about Hexenstein and its new, eccentric owner. A satanist. A wizard. A retired gangster. If any occupation had even the slightest "dark" overtones, it had surely been applied to the masked man who was now sitting in a small chamber in one of his castle's towers, looking out towards the road to his castle.

The truth was both more mundane and stranger than they probably imagined. To find it, they would have had to frequent certain websites they would not want to be caught dead visiting. To those select few, he was offering a unique service: A fully equipped medieval dungeon and torture chamber. As he was doing this for his own amusement, the prices were reasonable, and his announcement had created quite a buzz. "I am an avid collector of torture instruments", he had written, "but I decided to be unselfish and share my collection with anyone who can appreciate it. Stays of any length can be arranged."

With his strange and disturbing hobby, he had become a recluse by necessity, not by choice. His offer to host guests at his castle was his attempt to be in the company of fellow connoisseurs - or even curious newcomers with a taste for the macabre. It was just such a woman he was expecting now, and he was impatiently waiting for her to arrive. Just for her, he had put on full medieval executioner's garb: Leather trousers, a rough linen shirt, and a black hood. She was going to get an unforgettable taste of the middle ages.

He heard a car coming up the road. This had to be her...

 

[GaelicLover]

When she signed up for the tour, Beth never expected it to include a week's stay in a medieval castle. She leaned forward, looking out the front window of her rental car at the massive structure. Decidedly medieval... she decided thoughtfully. In all honesty, this had been a gift from a friend, her best friend who got them both into more trouble then either of them could handle.

"You need a vacation...!" Sam had pleaded with her, pushing the tickets into her hands.

No matter how many times she protested, thanking profusely, Sam wouldn't have any of it. So now Beth was here, staring up at this ominous castle thinking she'd bitten off far more than she could chew. Did they even have working bathrooms here? Plumbing? How "authentic" was this tour and stay supposed to be? There had been strange mention of an authentic medieval torture chamber, but Beth hoped she'd never see the inside of it. Torture was...dark and mysterious and that scared her. Beth wasn't sure what scared her about it, but there was something that made her rather uncomfortable about it; she just couldn't put her finger on it.

Pulling her car through the open gate and into the outer bailey, Beth noticed she was only one of two cars in the gravel lot.

Wasn't this supposed to be a popular tour...? Beth swallowed uncomfortably and contemplated staying in her car and driving back out. But her curiosity won her over and she opened the door, following the directions on the invitation, walking into the great hall. There were a few people cleaning, dressed in authentic period servants clothes, but no one to greet her.

Strange tour indeed. Beth bit her bottom lip and crept a little further into the room. She'd had enough of waiting there awkwardly; she walked over to the nearest "maid" and tapped her on the shoulder. The woman turned around with an open smile and curtsied.

"Milady...?" She asked.

Beth laughed lightly, "Uh, yeah. Is there a guest services building or...?"

"I'm sorry, ma'am?" The girl looked politely confused. Beth sighed. This week was going to be difficult. She shook her head and waved the girl off, walking back towards the large oak doors she'd come through. Those things were heavy, difficult to open too. She looked around once more, hoping someone would gather her up, but she could see no one other than the maids who were clearly of no help. Steeling her spine, Beth shook her head angrily. Sam was going to get her money back for this tour...it was a colossal waste of...

"Good afternoon, Miss Campbell." The male voice behind her made her spin, heart racing in surprise. Where had he come from?

 

[Knightmare27]

He had quite obviously given the young woman quite a fright. Hoping to calm her down (no easy task with his face hidden completely under that hood), he continued in a calm, polite voice with an undefined Eastern European accent: "Welcome to castle Hexenstein. I am the lord of this castle... I hope you did not have too rough a ride up here? Let me get you a servant to take care of your luggage."

He called for a tall, red-haired young man who had been cleaning in the corner who stopped his work. He came closer and greeted both him and his guest with a polite bow, asked "May I?" and took the bags. The servant following them, they walked through the great hall, past walls covered in medieval weapons and tapestries (actually, they were modern reproductions, but he had taken great care in having them made as authentically as possible). This part had large windows, their wooden shutters open, letting in both ample sunlight and a chilly early-autumn breeze. At the end of the hall, two stairs led up to a small gallery in front of a door.

He led her into a hallway behind it (less decorated, and with smaller windows) and to a stairway to the upper floor where a room had been prepared for her. Hidden behind a heavy, dark wooden door decorated with wrought iron, it was brighter than would be expected from its intimidating exterior, thanks to a large window in the opposite wall. It was immediately obvious that his flair for historical accuracy did not extend to creature comforts - there was glass on the window, and a heater (cleverly hidden behind a tapestry) gave off a comfortable warmth. A four-poster bed made from relatively light wood and decorated with carvings of hunting scenes, the desk, the chair and a brightly-painted wardrobe made up most of the furniture. Behind a small door was the shower and bathroom, which did have plumbing. He had to admit that the sanitation was among the least amusing aspects of the middle ages.

"As you can see, my lady, we have taken certain liberties with the medieval feeling here - I do not want my guests to freeze, or endure the indignities of a real medieval toilet. Unless, of course, they enjoy that kind of thing. In which case I could offer you a more authentic room. Or maybe you would enjoy a stay in our dungeons...? I trust, however, that you are not unhappy we did not reproduce this aspect of medieval life. You will also find that we do indeed have plumbing and electric light - two other things our inventive forefathers somehow forgot to discover." He paused and gave a small grin, though it was hidden under the hood: "Speaking of their inventions...I offer to give you a tour of this castle, including the...special aspects of it, if you would like to."

 

[GaelicLover]

The room was quite beautiful and Beth was quick to offer a hasty, "Oh no, it's quite alright" when he suggested a more authentic room. It was cozy and authentic enough for her in here, she wasn't really interested in a painfully authentic experience anyway - this was a getaway from the stress at work, a way to escape from reality a bit.

She heard the dangerous smile in his voice when he suggested the tour and some small part of her warned her that she was about to get in over her head. Beth nibbled her bottom lip, seriously contemplating posting up in her room and staying far away from the strange man in the executioner's hood. For heaven's sake, why was he wearing that dreadful thing? It made Beth nervous, and curious, why she didn't know but she thought it a bit strange.

"Special aspects?" Beth murmured uneasily, glancing up at him from beneath long black lashes. She was nervous and she was never nervous. It was almost liberating to place herself into another's care and especially when she couldn't even see his face. But she took a deep breath and crossed her arms over her chest, nodding.

"Sure, that...that would be fun." She offered what she hoped was an encouraging and brave smile, trying to not let the executioner's hood terrify any more than it already had. "So this place...is it yours or do you just work here?"

She asked as she followed him out of the room, freeing herself of her purse and all personal belonging but her cell phone. He moved at a slow pace, allowing her to look at the decorations and the age the stones held in the walls as they wound through the hallways. She was afraid she'd never find her way back to her room, but trusted she could find someone to show her.

 

[Knightmare27]

"Yes, this castle is mine. A little hobby which grew out of hand. Or rather, the right stage for my actual hobby. Not many people share it, I am afraid, and so I am especially happy to have you here today, so I can show you my collection. You may even want to try out some pieces, but it goes without saying that this is up to you."

On the way to the dungeon entrance, they walked over the rather large, gravel-covered inner courtyard. Right next to the castle's well, there stood an odd contraption: While most of it looked like a crane, the chair fixed to it in place of a hook hinted at a more sinister purpose.

"Well... we might as well begin our tour here; what we have here is an authentic Ducking Stool. A reconstruction, of course, but made after historical drawings. You see, the medieval townsfolk were not too keen on women who had a sharp tongue, or nagged them constantly. And if you really succeeded in annoying a town, they would strap you to such a device. You would be lowered into water - something clean like a river if you were lucky, but I heard some of them used swamps instead... and pulled up again. Then down... and up... how often and how long depended on the executioner - that would be me - so it paid to be on good terms at least with him. As I said, you are free to try any of the exhibits, but I trust you are much too well-behaved to deserve a round on this machine, am I right?"

 

[GaelicLover]

Well behaved? She was far from it, but Beth bit her tongue and just smiled and nodded. Had she lived back in the medieval ages, she surely would have known this place well. She had a sharp tongue and didn't take a lot of crap from guys, and if her memory served her, it had been even more of a male driven society back then. With a horrified thought, Beth stared at the dunking chair. He'd said she could try any of them? She certainly wasn't going to get into that chair on her own volition.

She gave a small shudder, biting her bottom lip.

"That's a bit awful. So women weren't allowed to speak their minds? Or argue a point?" Beth murmured, "I mean, I'm not saying I'm difficult by any means. I certainly haven't ever done anything to deserve that..."

She gave him a nervous look, wishing he'd take off that hood. All that talk about the executioner doing the dirty work there...and it was a good idea to get on his good side. Maybe she should take that advise.

"Wonderful place you have here." She gave a nervous laugh, "It's really...uh...authentic."

 

[Knightmare27]

He knew he was being too scary... his new guest was obviously the curious newcomer type, and she seemed to feel genuinely intimidated by him. He almost wished he could take off the hood, but decided against it - it kept the mystique he liked to surround himself with. Still, a little reassurance would probably not go amiss, even if he did have to, technically, break character.

"Thank you. Yes, I am actually a little proud of all the details I added. Not everything is from the same century... or the same continent, for that matter, but who cares? It looks medieval. If we wanted to go completely authentic, we would have to include the Black Death..."

"Now, however, let me show you some things I put especially large efforts into... worse than the Black Death, some may say. And they would not be entirely wrong. Behind these doors, I have collected a few dozen very good reasons to be glad these are not the middle ages - and I am not a real executioner."

He hoped this last part would reassure the frightened Miss Campbell. With a great flourish, he produced a large key - it looked almost like a small club - and unlocked the creaking iron door. Behind it lay a spiral staircase, narrow and slightly uneven. With a lighter - another of these modern conveniences - he lit a torch and proceded to use it on the torches lighting the way down.

"Come, follow me, young lady. I promise no harm will come to you - or at least, unless you request so."

 

[GaelicLover]

Unless I request it...? Beth raised an eyebrow at that when he wasn't looking. Like she'd request torture? She straightened her spine a bit and followed him as he lit the torch and started down the slightly uneven steps, making sure to watch her footing. She wondered if this was an original feature of this castle. Some of it was obviously restored, but this seemed...very old. She gave a little shiver.

A little unusual that he's showing me this before anything... Beth kept her opinions to herself, surprised she was being so quiet. Usually she never kept her opinion to herself; maybe it was the creepy hood, the intense and powerful voice, the terrifying dunking chair, and now the eerie spiral staircase.

Beth kept her right hand on the dry, rough wall, trying her best not to trip. Right at the bottom, a raised lip on the edge of the final step had her stumbling into her guide's back and with a muffled curse, she apologized.

"I'm sorry, just...that last step." Beth tried to shake off the embarrassment.

 

[Knightmare27]

He felt her hands against his back and quickly turned to take her arms. He gripped them and caught her in mid-fall, then put her back on her feet. "I am sorry, my lady. It is really too bad the architect is not here so I can whip him for this oversight...", he said with a chuckle. In truth, the architect was here. He had planned this stairway himself, uneven steps included. Then again, he was not entirely against receiving a good whipping in the right circumstances... and from the right person.

Suddenly, the sound of fast steps came from upstairs, soon followed by the shadow of a young man climbing down. The same servant who had taken Beth's luggage up to her room came down the dungeon steps - not exactly running, but clearly in a hurry.

"Sir, the other guest is here."
"What was her name again? Miss Wellington?"
"Yes, sir"
"Ah, I remember. Please tell her to wait for about ten minutes, then take her down here."

With a quick nod, the young servant was off again. The lord of the castle turned to Beth: "As you heard, we will be receiving a second guest soon. She is here for punishment, not simply to receive a tour of this fascinating place. If you wish, you can stay while I demonstrate the use of some of this... but I fear it is nothing for gentle souls like you seem to be. I leave it to you if you would like to take this opportunity to see some of my collection in action - a unique opportunity, I might add - or if you would like to go your separate way, perhaps to tour the rest of my castle on your own - which you are welcome to do."

She still looked scared and would probably choose not to watch the instruments she was quite obviously afraid of used on someone. Perhaps, however, her curiosity would be sparked. Who knew. It was to be expected from someone new to this form of pleasure, someone who had come to this place out of curiosity, not with anything in mind. He knew not to force anything. The spikes and shackles and dark atmosphere could be intimidating enough on their own.

 

[Erica88]

As the taxi drove from the airport, Erica felt rather nervous about the surroundings of the place. Her dad had rewarded her with a nice 'all expenses paid' holiday to a place of his choosing, but looking around it didn't seem there was much to do here. Perhaps it was his hope she would be doing some sightseeing but that really wasn't her thing. Erica very much preferred to do nothing but lay on the beach, enjoying the sights of almost naked guys, to go dancing and clubbing.

At times she saw the chauffeur adjust the car mirror so he could attempt to steal glances under her short skirt or into her cleavage. She enjoyed showing off her body so she pretended not to notice anything, it might even get her a nice discount on the trip. When the castle came into view she studied it and wondered what kind of hotel it would be. She hoped it would have a nice hot pool and spa, but the outside looked very ancient.

Three weeks she would be staying here and she hoped she wouldn't die of boredom. Her suitcases were filled with short skirts and barely covering tops, but that hardly made them any lighter. While she was waiting and looking around, a guy came over to her. His hairs as red as her own. He informed her she would have to wait 10 minutes, although she wasn't sure what she was waiting for.

The taxi drove off, giving her the feeling she was trapped here.

 

[Knightmare27]

"If you would please excuse me for a moment. I have to greet our new guest."

He knew it was impolite to leave her standing there, but these matters needed attending to - and, he had to admit, he was looking forward to someone he was permitted to do his worst on (admittedly - had her father known what "his worst" was, he would probably have been slightly more reluctant to enlist his services...)

With a short bow, he climbed upstairs, towards the daylight. It stung a little in his eyes, but he adjusted quickly and spotted the two figures at the entrance: The servant, and a red-haired woman in her mid-twenties. Her clothing revealed a lot, and there was a lot to reveal: A full figure, not as starved as many girls were nowadays... good thing his heavy trousers hid a very obvious sign of excitement and so helped him to remain dignified as he approached her. She was here for punishment, and that meant he was allowed to be as scary as he wanted to. He relished the chance and straightended himself out to his full - quite impressive - height, his executioner's hood enhancing the threatening air. His voice, too, became less friendly. Deeper, more booming. He was an actor at heart, and now he got to play the villain.

"We have received news of your arrival. Your father has informed us of your failings - your list of sins is long, and you have disappointed him deeply. And yet - he gave you a chance to redeem yourself. You will receive your punishment here, and hopefully learn to be a better daughter in the days that come. Until then - your well-being and, indeed, your life, is in my hands. You will yet regret your undignified behaviour, your whoring and drinking."

He decided against finishing his little speech with an evil laugh - too cheesy - and continued, in a more matter-of-fact tone, while looking for signs of fear or apprehension in her green eyes: "While you are my prisoner, you will obey all my orders, and the orders of my staff. Disobedience will be punished, so that you may learn. Now, follow me. The servants will take care of your belongings. Do not attempt to escape. Some of these boys are awfully fast runners."

Admittedly, that last sentence technically made this a kidnapping. Hopefully, she would take it in the half-joking spirit he had intended it to be. In truth, of course, there would be no attempt to capture her if she did intend to run away. He was a strange old man, but, despite the rumours these stupid villagers liked to spread about him, not a criminal.

The young red-haired man took the bags, while the lord turned and motioned for her to follow. Hopefully, she had abandoned all hope. This was not a good place for such things...

 

[Erica88]

Erica nearly laughed as the strange figure emerged from the castle and wondered what kind of show this would become. As he began to speak and spoke of her failings, she gave him a surprised look and wondered if the man was being serious or that this was all a big joke. She had been surprised when her dad had offered this holiday to her, but to have her punished?

She wasn't sure either way and chuckled a bit embarrassed and planned to see it all as a joke until something made her change her mind on that. After all, there were laws about such things so she had hardly a thing to worry about. She followed the strange dressed fellow, while her eyes stayed close to the servant guy. Perhaps he could be convinced in showing her the more pleasant places later.

 

[Knightmare27]

Unfortunately, she seemed to take this all too lightly. Fortunately, as they entered the inner courtyard, he spotted exactly what he needed to make her come to terms with the seriousness of her situation: There, looking menacingly dark even though it was brightly lit by the summer sun, stood the ducking stool. Surely she would be a little more frightened drenched and near-drowned!

For now, though, her light-heartedness actually made it easier to prepare her for the nasty surprise. The two stopped in front of the contraption, and he swung the crane's arm over, then lowered the armchair fastened to it with the winch. It was a sturdy piece of oak furniture, with dark leather straps for the wrists, ankles and body.

"You will be welcomed in the way insolent sinners should always be welcomed. Take a seat on this, and start to fear for your miserable, ill-spent life!"

With a mock-inviting gesture, he pointed the seat out to his new guest. She really looked too enticing in that almost-nothing she was wearing. The thought of what she would look like with wet clothing clinging to her voluptous body almost made a very undignified dark stain appear on his trousers. Maybe he would help himself to her later. Her father had said nothing about this in his letter, and he would stop if she wanted him to - he was neither a kidnapper nor a rapist. However, he had complained about her whorish ways. So, maybe... there was hope for this dirty old man.

 

[Erica88]

Erica eyed him, still trying to figure out how serious he was with the things he was saying and hinting at. It was hard to judge things when most of him was hidden in his costume, but surely it couldn't be taken too serious. The contraption looked like some torture device and such weren't used in ages.

So with a daring look Erica sat down and looked at him. Her skirt and thong under that offered not much protection against the rough oak wood so she hoped she wouldn't be sitting on it for too long

 

[Knightmare27]

She sat down on the device bravely... or perhaps just naively, still thinking there would be no real pain in store for her. So as not to scare her, he pulled the straps not too tightly, almost as if he was strapping her in for "safety". As he pulled the leather close around her wrists, her skirt offered him a look at something very enticing. She apparenlty felt no shame about showing it off, but he kept himself from ogling her for too long nonetheless. Later, later...

Finally, she was secured to the chair. He returned to the winch and pulled her up to the top of the crane, then swung the machine over the well. Finally, he slowly lowered the chair until it was closely over the low, round wall. Her feet were already inside the long, dark shaft, but the rest of her was still sitting outside in the warm air, looking very unconcerned. For now.

"This punishment was given to women who did not show people their due respect. For you, disrespecting your father is just one of your many crimes, but it is as good a point as any to start with the penance. Be not afraid. Most people do not drown."

With a chillingly cold chuckle, he started playing with the pin which held the winch in place for now. The moment he pulled it, she would get a long fall, followed by a deep plunge in cold, dark water. The poor girl. She did not even know what was waiting for her.

Now! He pulled the pin and watched her disappear from the face of the earth, towards an uncertain fate deep below.

 

[Erica88]

Erica screamed as she fell down and as her mouth was still open when she reached the water, she got quite a bit inside of her. Her lack of clothing was both a blessing as a curse, as the weight didn't pull her down, but everything stuck to her body. She hadn't been wearing white but still it was very clear she wasn't wearing a bra and her nipples clearly were effected by the cold water.

- "What the fuck... You can't do this to people.. Are you crazy."

She yelled towards him

 

[Knightmare27]

He had pulled her up rather quickly after that first plunge, to gauge her strength. She was rather strong, apparently. Strong enough at least to shout foul language at him. This was not to be tolerated! He just allowed her one quick breath and a few swear words before he let go of the winch again. This time, she stayed under quite a bit longer.

It was deep, that well. It had to be. It had originally been meant to supply an entire castle with water during a siege, after all. Now, the long well meant an agonizingly long fall for his poor victim. Time to brace for the inevitable, when the cold hit her heated body and pressed the breath out of it. This was no refreshing bath - this was agony.

As he waited for the suffocating depths to take away the girl's fighting spirit, he called for another servant - Sara, a portly woman who worked the kitchens - to run down to the dungeons and tell Beth that she could, if she wished, see the ducking stool in action. It would be quite a show for her - and it would humiliate Miss Wellington to be seen panicking and gasping for air like a dying fish - if for the entire opposite reason...

After what had to be a frighteningly long time, he pulled her up, anxious to see if she was well, or if he had overestimated her. He knew first aid, but it would be a real shame if he overstressed her so quickly. There were so many things waiting for her.

 

[Erica88]

Erica was coughing a lot more after that second time as she had the feeling her lungs were full of water. She was wise enough to otherwise keep her mouth shut, just in case he planned to do it again. She felt terrible and was quite sure this wasn't a time she was going to enjoy.

The make up she had been wearing was a complete mess and her clothing looked terrible as well. Her breasts were shivering cold and she didn't want to know how much water had sneaked into her pussy

 

[Knightmare27]

He gave her some time in the sun to dry off - and to gather some fear for the next drop. The water had shut her up, but not taken her out - excellent. She was still flopping in her restraints up there, and trying to take in as much air as she could get before she was to fall into the black hole again. Her clothing had absorbed so much water it clung to her as tightly as a second skin - she might as well have been naked, so much of her curves were now revealed. He could even see a faint hint of her nipples against the tight top she was wearing. Her lips were already getting blue, and she was shivering - whether from fear, cold, or a combination of the two.

If she was to survive, he had to let her rest just a little. As he waited for her to gather some strength again, he continued his haranguing and threats: "The ducking stool, for women who have no control of their mouths. Will you have more control? Will you learn not to sin with your tongue?"

He did not wait for an answer... instead, he let her drop again, very quickly, then pulled her out, as fast as he could. Then, after just a short gasp of breath, the final drop. This one was to really see what she could take. Longer than even the second one, and hopefully enough to frighten her into submission.

 

[Erica88]

These two times Erica luckily had her mouth closed and some air inside her when he dropped her into the water, but the last time really was long and Erica felt very scared. She loved water and the beach, but now she really feared she was going to drown if he didn't pull her up soon. She hated him and this place

 

[Knightmare27]

She was showing so much strength and defiance that he decided to give her a special treat for the finale - he lowered her very slowly until he could hear her splash into the water, and then further down until he knew she was deep under. Then came the devilish game: Several times, he lifted her until she could almost breathe, but every time, he dashed her hopes by letting her sink again. Only when he was sure she was either close to fainting, or close to going mad, he finally winched her up and pulled the chair as high as it would go, leaving her out to dry, and to be marvelled at by everyone in the castle. Her wet clothes hid nothing anymore.

 

[Erica88]

The last one truly was torturous and in the end Erica was convinced she was going to drown. She just couldn't hold her breath any longer, not after all those times he had almost let her up. Her mind was screaming for air and her mouth was fighting to be opened and inhale and she had the feeling she was going to pass out when she finally was released from her prison of water.

Up she went and she felt completely drained from the experience. She couldn't care about the way she was on display in her outfit, she just was happy to be alive. Slowly she started to notice how extremely cold she was feeling

 

[Knightmare27]

With her dangling up there helplessly, forced by the water to show all her curves, the lord of the castle had all the time he needed to call together an audience. She was too cold, frightened and in pain to care about this now, but soon, she would start caring for sure. He went through the parts of the castle where he knew some of the servants were working - the kitchen, the laundry, the workshop, and called for anyone who wanted to see something special to follow him. Soon, a small group of people - men mostly, but also some women - were following him around.

As they reached the inner courtyard, smiles appeared on the faces of the men, their eyes fixed on the two enticing breasts which appeared all too clearly under that thin layer of cloth. Most of the "servants" (a term he preferred for "authenticity") did not go to the trouble of wearing period clothing, but some did. And one - Ann, a fat lady from the kitchen - apparently decided to be fully in character as a townswoman from the middle ages: With a grin, she started to shout taunts and jeers up to that figure on the chair. "Hey, you are showing everything! Cover up, you dirty girl!" "Breathtaking, the view from up there, isn't it?"

Soon, some of the other people in the small crowd joined in, amid much laughter.

 

[Erica88]

Erica hardly heard what was being yelled, she was still too much recovering from her ordeal, but it was getting hard not to notice the crowd that had gathered. Normally she didn't mind being watched, but this was very different and there just wasn't any way to cover herself at all. She noticed the red hairs from the servant guy she had met when she arrived

 

[Knightmare27]

She was starting to notice the crowd, and the crowd was taking great efforts to be noticed. Inspired by Ann, the taunting picked up, some of it jocular, some vicious and some of it openly sexual - clearly the lord of the castle had not been the only one to take notice that her position forced her to show a bit of her thong between her spread legs.

"Cover up!" came the cry again, and it was taken up by the crowd. They knew full well, of course, that she was strapped in and not able to cover anything even if she wanted to, and that made it even funnier for the audience. Then, one of the laundry crew really got into character and threw a piece of dirt at her. It missed, but he still earned some cheering for the idea.