Bindings of Pleasure Ch. 33

Chapter 33: Pains and insults

Oww!"

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.

"Arggh! What the hell... arrggh... are you doing, housecat?" asked Amari between pained groans.

Emily did not respond as she continued to follow the welts. She started to imagine herself in that situation and began to flood her panties with juices. After all, like any good slave of the Auberron family, she liked to be treated roughly. She was longing for masochistic stimulation, because her master had not satisfied her masochist urges in quite some time.

"Arrgh! Housecat... arrghh... could you stop doing that? Asked the catgirl again.

"Huh! Oh!" once she noticed what she was doing Emily removed her hand in a panic.

After an awkward moment of silence, Emily put her hand back above the catgirl's back and it started to glow from the healing aura after she recited the incantation. Before long, Amari let out a long sigh of relief as the lash marks on her body started to disappear.

Third, Emily had to free Amari from her bindings while ensuring she did not try to escape or succeed to cast a spell. Obviously, this was the most delicate task and took a long time to accomplish. Once she was done with that, she escorted her back to her cell in a fraction of the time it took to free her from the bindings on the wall.

With her tasks done Emily went to the kitchen and grabbed food for her master. Whenever he started to do his research on ancient magic, Corantin lost all notions of time and forgot to have dinner. Therefore, every time after the other servants had removed the food from the dinning hall, she had to get a plate of food from the kitchen and had to deliver it to her master in the library.

As for why she did not get anything for herself. Because while Corantin was enjoying his food, she loved to snuggle between Corantin's legs and enjoy her own snack. She would have her dinner after Corantin was done.

After they both finished, while she was picking up the dishes, Emily asked something that had troubled her since leaving Amari's.

"Master, why was she calling me a 'housecat'?"

"Erm... oh you mean Amari!" answered Corantin.

"Oh! Yes, Amari was her name isn't it."

"So... housecat...," pondered Corantin out loud.

After a while, he remembered a conversation he had with Amari, long ago, about housecats.

"Oh! Right! That's a felune insult. They're nomads. They pride themselves in being wilds. So, for them someone submissive, tamed, that doesn't live to the whims of nature are the lowest being. That's what they call 'housecats'. For felune it's the biggest insults," the young lord explained.

For calling you that our naughty cat earned herself a big punishment tomorrow. Go eat now, I'll keep reading this book for a while. Wait for me in my bedroom after eating. I'll join you in a while," ordered Corantin knowing full well the maid had yet to have a proper meal.

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