Bindings Of Pleasure Ch 27

Chapter 27: A warchief's downfall

A Felune woman was fuming in her cage. Her name was Amari. Until recently she had been the warchief of her clan, but traitors had changed that.

One morning, after enjoying a torrid night with the slaves she had just acquired the day before, she got lured into a trap by a commotion. Thinking her moronic subordinates were up to something stupid again first thing in the morning, she got dressed quickly and exited her tent. Unfortunately, before her eyes could even adjust to the morning sunlight, countless points had been thrusted against her neck.

With this many opponents catching her off-guard, she had no choice but to surrender. She hoped their foolishness would give her all she needed to know to prepare her retaliation. Whomever was behind this could not kill her.

The laws were clear, and she could only be replaced if she was beaten in fair combat. Should she fall in battle the clan would withdraw and hold ritual combats for months to select the new chief. Killing her wouldn't do, the non-combatants would search for a corpse during that time. The only way to grab the position was to make her disappear. Then they could take the interim position until she was stripped of the title after they consolidated their strength and, easily, win the competition. This surprise attack meant the ringleader was forced to oust her out of the clan without killing her. She would have her revenge in time.

Her former subordinates shackled her and brough her to their new leader. To her surprise, the leader of this rebellion turned out to be one of the last clanmate she expected to do so. It was her fiancé, Zakarion. Needless to say, it was a political marriage. They had been engaged to ease the tensions between the two strongest factions within the clans that her family and his led. They both kept many lovers regardless of the engagement, so jealousy was not a possible motive.

No, it was something much simpler. He hated her and had no intention to go through with the appeasement the elders asked for. That was fine with her, the feeling was mutual. It ensured she would not feel any guilt when she would crush that asshole.

Unfortunately, her now former fiancé had prepared a farewell party for her. For hours she was forced to serve as a plaything for his men. Furthermore, she did not notice it, as she was always surrounded by dozens of men, but at one point, somebody grabbed her girlfriends and female slaves and added them to the party.

As night fell, the orgy was still ongoing. This fact forced Amari to realize that the bastard had turned all the warriors against her because nobody lifted a finger to help her. Eventually, all the men left her, too tired to continue, and she was freed from the ordeal. Exhausted, she also fell into sleep right there on the dirt.

The next morning, she was woken up by a bucket of cold water being thrown at her.

"Wake up, slut, your new life awaits you," gloated Zakarion.

He ordered two men to forced her on her feet. They pushed her toward a man. It did not take long for her to recognize the man. He was the same man, she bough slaves from the day before the coup.

"Oh! She's quite the looker. Do I really get to do whatever I want with her just for taking her away? asked the merchant.

"Exactly, she was captured in battle, and you can sell her as you'd like far from here," confirmed Zakarion.

Without any pleasantries, she was handed to the merchant guards and taken away.

***

After that, she accepted to become a sex slave. She was grateful that this man was driven by his greed much more than his lust. Therefore, when she was given the option, she took it without hesitation. She hated being submissive to her partner. But she had a plan, and she would need to open her legs to execute it. She planned to find a rich and stupid noble. She would ensure he buys her, and then she would manipulate him into enabling her revenge, Finally, she would get rid of him when it would be time to get back her position of warchief.

And here came the cause of her rage. The first step of her plan had been thwarted by some whore locked in front of her and stealing all the attention. She had been displayed only moments before her. Therefore, she had been unable to catch someone's eyes because nobody even took a look at her.

She had no doubts about her looks. She knew she could entice anyone she set her eyes on. But how could she bewitch somebody when no one paid attention to her? That's so unfair! What does this stupid bitch have so special that grabs all the attention?

The catgirl's ruminations kept on going for days. Each one was a repeat of the last. Even after days huge crowds formed around the central cage while nobody paid attention to her.

Come on you morons leave that bitch alone and look at me! This sentence had become a mantra in Amari's raging mind.

***

After a week, Amari's rage turned into despair to not accomplishing her goal and been left to rot in her cage. Amari was currently treated pretty well with good food and hygiene help, but after the big auction happening soon, her living condition would go down quickly. After that, she would be kept just well enough to keep her good looks and shown to the rare client. Then would come the real bad phase. Where she would be dragged around the continent as the merchant who owned her travel around looking for downtrodden people and rich clients. Meanwhile, she would receive minimal food and no more help for her hygiene as her value would diminish. Then there would be her last chance, if by next winter the merchant had not found a buyer, he would do whatever it took to get her off his stable.

She was so desperate, she prayed to the patron goddess of the felunes for the first time in a long time. Moon goddess, please grant me your grace. Take pity on your daughter and have someone, anyone notice me.

Her prayers seemingly went unanswered because the day went like all the others, with no one batting an eye at her. By her estimations, only scant few days remained until the grand auction would be held. After that her chances to execute her plans would plummet. She knew how much her beauty was valued but if nobody took her. Her price would drop, and some fortunate merchant could buy her. This would be the worst-case scenario, because a merchant would not possess the forces required to enact her revenge plan. Her fear that her prayers went unanswered continued for many hours. As the crowd was starting to thin out, she heard an oddly familiar voice pronounce her name.

"Huh! Amari?"