Follow her

For a while, Cathleen stayed in her hiding spot, watching the Beta as she tied the bandits up, one after the other, making her wonder just how many ropes were on that cart. The Beta worked quickly, probably knowing that they would not be **** forever. But she wasn’t sloppy, she created a devious hogtie, even more wicked than the binding technique she used on her Mistress, making Cathleen uneasy just from looking at it. It even involved her victim’s hair, making them unable to even move a single muscle once they woke up. Pathetic as she was, she knew what she was doing.

Suddenly, Cathleen flinched, barely managing to not let out a startled yelp, as something cold touched the tip of her penis. Looking down, she remembered that she was still not wearing pants, and apparently, she had gotten an erection which was now hitting the rock she was hiding behind. Alright, watching the Beta do her handiwork made her feel uneasy AND horny. Still, by just staying here and watching, she would achieve nothing. The Merchant was clearly able to handle herself, easily being the most powerful Mystic Artist Cathleen had ever seen. Still, would she really be able to take on an entire bandit nest while being tied up like that? Mystic Arts were closely tied to martial arts, in other words, movement, at least as far as Cathleen knew. Which, granted, did not mean much. Still, she was curious. And after a while, said curiosity won. She left her hiding spot, sneaked past the cart and into the forest.

Following the merchant was not a hard task. Due to her bondage, she was only able to move forward hopping, leaving a visible trail in the undergrowth. After a couple hundred feet, the trail started to lead upward the mountain range. When it got even steeper, the cracks in the thickets got replaced by hard impacts, some even being small craters. The merchant probably had to use an increasing amount of resolve to keep her foothold on the slope.

Finally, Cathleen reached what looked like the entrance of an abandoned mine. In front of it, there was a human lying on the ground, probably what was left of the guard. She lying flat, face-down on the ground, not showing any movement besides the trembling of her body. Next to her were the remains of a shattered wooden shield. As Cathleen got closer, she could see that she was a complete Beta now, her small member barely visible between her thick thighs, white cum dripping out of her pussy. It was the same as with the blond bandit earlier. Cathleen furrowed her brow. Sure, she had not seen this futa when she had still been an Alpha, but she had been strong enough that the bandits had trusted her with guarding die entrance. Breaking an Alpha in, especially to this point, should take hours, not mere minutes, especially since her balls weren’t smashed. Cathleen was not an expert, but that seemed not normal to her, even for a Mystic Artist. However, that only strengthened her curiosity, and she entered the mine.

The tunnels were dark, but not the point where she couldn’t see. Lamps using luminescent crystals created steady, dim lighting. Occasionally, a group of three or four bandits could be seen lying in the ground, each in similar shape as the guard at the door, giving the mine an almost addicting smell of cum.

As soon as she became aware of her thoughts, she slapped herself, bringing her back to her senses. She realized what was going on. Even though the sex with Mahara had helped, she still hadn’t been able to recover all the resolve she had lost to the Tigergirl, and somewhere deep inside her, there was a weak Beta that just wanted to be impaled by a huge fuckstick.

She slapped herself once more. She needed to get rid of those thoughts. They probably were the reason why she followed the merchant. She needed to get out of there. She had to fuck someone, but who? The bandits in the cave all had their pussies full of cum, even if some of them still had some resolve left in them, sticking her cock in that who drain her more that she could gain. The brothel in the village? But it was so expensive, and her savings were precious. Maybe she could try and catch a beastgirl. But she was weakened, and if she got overwhelmed, she would not only become a Beta but a stray Beta. Which, in these mountains, could be a **** sentence.

Then she got an idea. The Beta that drove the cart! Sure, following the conversation she had heard earlier, she probably did not have much resolve, but that could as well be by the standard of a cultivation vessel. Maybe her resolve was still passable. And even if not, if she could at least manage to exhaust her, she could then steel one of the bandits. It was literally like a ripe fruit waiting to be picked. But she had to hurry before the merchant was done. Cathleen turned on her heel.

…and stopped. In front of her, there were two tunnels. She looked in both of them, but they looked too similar. No way to tell which she had come from. There was no use. She had to guess.