Left

Deciding that there was no use in overthinking it, Cathleen went left. Even though she was in a hurry, she tried to find some hints that she chose the right path. But it was futile, she had not paid enough attention to details on her way in. There were crystal lamps on the wall, and occasionally an **** now-beta on the ground with cum dripping out of their pussy. For all Cathleen could tell, it COULD be the right path. But finally, she saw a door farther ahead, and light coming from behind it. She picked up her pace, ran through the door…

And found herself in a part of the cave that she definitely had not seen before. Crap!

It was a big hall, brightly illuminated by a large number of crystal lamps. At one end of the hall, there was a somewhat throne-like looking chair, with some sort of crest hanging above it. Cathleen was not in the hall itself, but instead on a balcony on the right side. If she had not turned around, she probably would’ve gotten to the main entrance of the hall.

Hearing some unmistakable noises, she carefully looked over the edge of the balcony. There was the merchant, still completely tied up, and a blond futa lying below her. Considering that there was no one else in the hall, this one seemed to be the bandit leader. In a way, it was fascinating. Even though the merchant could only move her legs, and even those only restricted, she had complete dominance, her massive cock buried balls deep in the asshole of her victim. While she used her breasts and bodyweight to pin her opponent down, her hip moved relentlessly hammering her fuckstick in again and again. It didn’t take long until the bandit leader stopped fighting back, not that she had achieved anything by doing so in the first place. Soon after, the merchant’s movement changed as well, replacing her rapid motions with slower-paced, forceful thrusts, until she finally came.

“That’s why I love alphas. Nice, unused holes. You know, I’m really glad you guys are here, because I’m pretty pent up. That village was ****. All those juicy asses, but they all bought something and I’m not allowed to fuck customers. Company policy. Well, let’s see how your other one is.”

With one fluid motion, the merchant got back on her feet. But even though she just came, her erection was still so hard that she was apparently even stronger than the weight of a human body, resulting in the bandit leader getting pulled up with her. The latter let out a cry, but she seemed too exhausted to even lift her arms, let alone struggle herself free. Cathleen had not seen her testicles before, but now her balls were definitely no longer able to cover her pink, probably virgin pussy.

Next, the merchant crouched down, and Cathleen could see the earth move, grasping her feet and binding her to the ground. Then she jumped up, but since her feet were buried in the rock, the momentum lifted the bandit boss about two feet into the air. The merchant adjusted her position, and when the bandit leader realized what was happening, she could do little more than making a horrified expression before her own bodyweight impaled her. Her cries and screams that slowly turned into moans echoed through the hall, but the merchant didn’t care, rocking her hips and moving more and more violently. After a while, the bandit leader became silent and stopped moving, her now limp body held in place by nothing than the penis so big that it even made her belly bulge out slightly.

Finally, the merchant came again, and as her erection subsided, the bandit leader, now drained of any resolve, slipped of her cock and could’ve been mistaken for a corpse if it weren’t for her twitching.

“Ahh. That got to be the tightest pussy I had in a long time. I think I’ll take you with me as well. Even if you should be no good as a cultivation vessel, I’d rather use you than that useless meatsack. But you have to wait until I’m done with the rest of your friends. Well, anyway…”

Without showing even the slightest bit of effort, the merchant ripped herself from her bondage, making clear that all of this was little more than a game to her. She then picked the former bandit leader up and laid her over her shoulder.

“Alright, that’s that. Did you enjoy the show, little one?”

Cathleen froze. The merchant hadn’t looked up to her, but it was obvious that she had meant her. Shit. And it was her own fault. Once again, she had allowed herself to get enticed by what she saw without realizing it. She should’ve just gone back to the village. Curiosity killed the Catgirl. That saying existed for a reason.

With a huge jump, the merchant leaped on the balcony and landed before Cathleen, her now flaccid, but still majestic cock dangling hypnotizing in front of her, the musky smell penetrating her brain. It was to late. Cathleen no longer had control over herself. She could no longer run away; she was barely able to stop herself from jumping onto that huge member. But she knew it was just a matter of time. It was over. She would become a cultivation vessel if she was lucky, or she would end up like the other bandits in the mine. There was no way this hyper-horny cultivator would not fuck her.

“You seem eager, not even wearing pants. But you don’t look like your one of the bandits. Tell me little one, who are you?”

“I-I’m Cathleen”, she managed to stammer. But suddenly, like an extinguished candle, the merchant’s aura vanished. Cathleen’s body was hers again, and she no longer craved that cock in front of her.

“I see. Well, anyway, I’m off. Be careful not to get lost in the tunnels. Bye!”

With that she left, leaving a dumbfounded Cathleen behind. What the hell had happened? But before she could stand up again, the merchant appeared in the doorframe once more.

“Oh, right, before I forget it: if you ever happen to be in one of the big cities, be sure to visit the east futaria company. Just say that the Glutton recommended you and they will treat you well. That’s me, by the way. My name is Sylvie, but the others call me the glutton because I can completely drain someone with just one or two cumshots, as you saw. Anyway, gotta go!”

Cathleen blinked. Then, she remembered what the merchant had said to the bandit leader.

“I’m not allowed to fuck customers. Company policy.”

Oh, I get it. Mahara probably told her my name when she bought that book. Great, that means I now owe that weirdo big time.