Chapter 33: Pains and insults
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Whoosh!
"Oww!"
Amari was pinned, face first, against the wall. Sturdy metal manacles kept her limbs in an X shape. With her back left defenceless, Corantin would sporadically lash on it with his whip. Between screams, she had tried to open the conversation multiple times, but Corantin gave her the silent treatment. He was dead set on keeping it that way until her behaviour improved. Still, it felt like she at least understood that her insults and taunts would not help her because she had also stopped talking for a while.
"Hey, could you at least tell me how long you plan to whip me before getting me out of this to put your limp dick in my pussy?" asked Amari.
Corantin only answered with a stronger hit on her defenseless bag. He had no intentions to get her out of this position today. He did not need to for what he had in mind for her. With the lust crest on her body, he would not fuck her anymore until she submitted to him. Why would he? He did not need to give her lustful training, she might have more libido then even him. No, the key to making her his was awakening the submissive and masochistic sides she had suppressed all her life. It was not delusions; his master's eyes had granted him that knowledge. Well, Corantin thought maybe he would not put a complete ban on sex. If she behaved as he wanted, and if she begged him heartfully. Then maybe he could reward her.
After an hour of whipping, Corantin left the room leaving the catgirl struck on the wall. But before he left, he gave the woman slit a rub. He found it delightfully wet. He had not seen her cum from the painful play, but he liked the improvement.
Immediately after separating from Amari, Corantin went back to the library, eager to resume his research on the magic circle in the basement.
He started by first rereading about the teleportation circle. One thing was sure, it did not cause anyone who touched it to be transported away. Corantin hypothesized that either trying to brute force through the inner layers would activate the teleportation as a trap or it was the true door, and nothing lay behind the stone wall.
As these theories came to him, he realized he was being silly. Regardless of which one was true or neither, it would not advance his research. Discovering teleportation had been a massive boon but without being able to solve the outer circles it would do no good. Cursing his foolishness, Corantin continued to read the ancient tome.
Corantin's pace of reading had increased a tiny bit, but it was still slow. Too slow for his taste. Because he had the hutch that more amazing spells were hidden in the tome's pages. Yet, each new spell that Corantin read about felt more mundane than the previous one. Rather than a tome about advanced spells, it felt more and more like it was a tome destined to beginners yet contained a spell like teleportation. Something was wrong.
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As her master was busy dealing with the tome conundrum, Emily was entering the training room ready to take care of the warchief-turned-slave.
First, before freeing the woman, she had to check the state of the hex placed on the catgirl. Corantin had placed it on Amari's to ensure she would not do anything to stop his forced sex starvation. It was nothing dangerous. Should she try to touch herself, she would receive a little lighting discharge to stop her. Without any troubles, Emily confirmed the hex was not damaged or drained, so she moved to the next task.
Second, she had to cure the lash marks on Amari's back, but Emily got captivated by the crisscross pattern. She started to run her finger along the lines.
