Earnor stood in thought on the other side of the simple door as Tialla and Castor delegated the specifics of their deal on the other side. On a cursory look, one might think she was behaving similarly to Mayor Dalia, who was so beaten into submission that she was anxiously waiting by the door for her master's guidance. The reason for Eranor's sudden stop was not because she was anxious to see her Nana, but rather because she was lost in thoughts at what to do.

Their plan to use the presence of the Aeon Worm to help force an alliance had fallen into shambles. The elves weren't under the influence of the worm, they were just seeking expansion for their own reasons. Really, they were just back where they started. The whole Aeon Worm thing was always a backup plan, a hail Mary shot in the dark. The fact that it turned out not to be true wasn't the end of the world. One might even say that because the worm wasn't involved, the world was less likely to end. Eranor couldn't help but feel like she failed though.

She finally turned away from the door, deciding that pacing was better than just standing still. She also felt weird waiting around in the same way Dalia was. She turned around and walked toward the middle of the waiting room where Corinthus was struggling in obvious annoyance to find a way to be comfortable in her decidedly uncomfortable restraints. The two locked eyes for a moment. The fire that was in Corinthus' eyes from the last time she was there was still flaming in her eyes, but her demeanor was more annoyed than ready to strike.

"Am I going to bother you if I vent for a moment?" Eranor asked the bound Corinthus. Corinthus rolled her eyes and lifted her bound arm in a gesture to remind Eranor that she didn't have a choice. It seemed that being constantly paraded around naked had loosened the general's decorum. Eranor blushed a bit, though the general didn't say no. "We had a plan," Eranor said taking the twig ring off her finger and showing it to Corinthus. "We were thinking maybe the elves were under the influence of the Aeon Worm, and that would finally convince everyone to band together to stop them." Corinthus grumbled a little. If she could talk, she would have told Eranor that it was obvious they weren't under the influence of some cosmic being, they were just entitled assholes. Eranor got the gidst of that even without Corinthus saying anything. "I know it was a shot in the dark, but I can't help but feel like I let Nana down you know?" Eranor locked eyes with Corinthus again. Corinthus gave a questioning look, shooting a quick glance to Dalia still pacing by the door. Eranor grew flush at the silent accusation. "It's not like that!" She said defensively. "Well not exactly like that, I guess. It's complicated." Corinthus scoffed, and Eranor sank a little. She found the general's distaste at her submission hurtful, thought it was clear Corinthus was long past caring who she offended any more.

Eranor let Corinthus have space for a moment. She did have a right to be angry or annoyed at Eranor's submission to Tialla, even if she understood that it was freely given now. That Eranor would volunteer to take part in a relationship that Corinthus had been a victim of understandably upset her. At the least Eranor could give Corinthus the freedom to not be burdened with her inner thoughts, which now were turning to what exactly to do.

Without the alliance, nothing would stop Castor from pillaging through the Miqo countries, and eventually Biscotti and the Naga countries. Even if they weren't outright pillaged an attack was certainly inevitable. She pondered for a moment what to do. There had to be something. She involuntarily fidgeted with her collar around as she thought, feeling the shape shimmer with the slightest bit of magic. That's when Eranor got an idea. A pretty awful idea all things considered, but that's what things were coming to it seems.

"Corinthus?" Eranor questioned making her way back over to the captive Miqo. Corinthus grunted in annoyance but looked Eranor in the eyes. "General Castor, he does ... use you right?" The fire in Corinthus' eyes lit anew with anger and she shot Eranor a glare. Eranor held her hands out defensively. "Hold on I just ... I have an idea." Corinthus was still visibly angry but was listening.

Eranor held out a finger to tell Corinthus to pay attention as she magically removed the collar from around her neck, breaking it apart into small, almost liquid pieces of metal before reforming it into a small dagger shape.

"My collar is made from a very reactive metal," Eranor explained. "I don't even need a magical focus to move it around like this. I barely need to use my hand. Neither would you." It took a moment for Corinthus to grasp what Eranor was saying, but seeing the dagger floating in Eranor's hand finally got things to click for her. She angrily slammed her arms on the ground and grunted, as close to a command as she could manage.

Eranor glanced expectantly at the door. Something this severe was probably something she should discuss with Tialla first, but there also wouldn't be another chance to set this up. She doubted she would ever have another moment along with Cointhus again.

"Where do you want it?" Eranor asked quickly. Corinthus grunted something through her gag and licked her teeth. "Ok," Eranor got the idea. She focused her magical energy and broke the floating dagger, and former collar, into small pieces, hovering them in a loose circle. She got on her knees and brought the circling bits of metal down to Corinthus' mouth. "Do you have it?" Corinthus licked around her gag again and focused. Eranor felt a slight pull on her invisible grip of the floating metal as Corinthus reached out with her own magical energy to grab it. Eranor let go, and let Corinthus take full control of the metal. She immediately formed the pieces into the dagger shape, that floated just in front of her face, before breaking it back into smaller pieces, and bringing those pieces into her mouth, hiding them behind her teeth.

"You need to be sure to wait for the right time. When you're alone. When he ..." Corinthus cut Eranor off with an angry grunt. She had spent countless hours being beat or locked in a small cage thinking of nothing but how she would kill Corinthus if she ever got the chance, and she did not appreciate advice from Eranor. "Fair enough," Eranor conceded. "Listen I'm ... I'm sorry. I know you look at me dressed like this, and probably hate me. You're right to, I don't blame you. I wish I could have protected you from this. No one deserves it." Corinthus exhaled dismissively. With the apology Corinthus was able to look past her initial emotion, and realized she didn't really care. Whether or not her former princess chose to live a life of weird baby subservience or not, it wouldn't change her own predicament. Only she could change her own predicament, and she welcomed the new opportunity to do so.

"You know that if you do this ..." Eranor trailed off letting the implication sink it. It didn't take a genius to think through the scenario fully. Corinthus could get a lucky shot in on Castor, but the chances of her escaping from that alive were basically zero. It was clear that she didn't care anymore. She would give anything for her revenge. She would let Eranor, Tialla, the whole of Naga and Miqo, and maybe even the whole world burn if she could get a chance to kill Castor. Her own life was nothing. She basically was nothing now, just an object to show off and give pleasure, and to beat when her master was bored. All of this was somehow conveyed to Eranor with a single melancholic but angry look. "You're brave, I'll never forget you." Corinthus scoffed again. She didn't care who remembered her. Her pride as a general, her desire to be written about as a hero in her country's history books had been beaten and exposed out of her.

On the other side of the door a decidedly less one-sided conversation was reaching its conclusion. Tialla and castor had finished working out the details of their cease fire, and a timeline of when Tialla had to remove her soldiers by, as well as time frame where the elves would not invade Pal Miqo. A simple but tense negotiation, that had been wrapping up as Eranor was concluding her conversation outside.

"There is one other thing, something of a practical matter," Castor winced a little expecting some outcry at what he was about to suggest. "We will need you to make an official declaration, suspending all slave trade in the Miqo countries." Predictably Tialla's expression hardened.

"Practical my ass," Tialla spat back. "I know exactly what this is. It's another dig. A way to make us look weak."

"Regardless of the reason I must insist," Castor said with a sigh. "If we do not hear a declaration to that effect withing the week, then the council will not honor our timeline, and I cannot guarantee the safety of your soldiers still in Pal Miqo."

"Mother fucker," Tialla cursed quietly.

"I didn't think you would take it so negatively. You seem to be quite the abolitionist. Or maybe slavery by choice is more accurate to your sensibilities."

"Fuck you," Tialla spat back.

"As you say," Castor relented. "I do not need an answer, and, clearly, it's a touchy subject. The answer will be if we hear your proclamation or not." Tialla crossed her arms silently.

"We're done now," Tialla sat up and moved to leave. "You may stay here tonight. In. Your. Ship." Tialla made sure to specify this. "And you will leave first thing tomorrow."

"As you say my queen," Castor gave a quiet if smug bow. The two silently exited the room, both in very bad moods. Castor made a clicking sound and his two slaves took practiced positions at his heels. Corinthus shot Eranor a glare as the group made their way toward their airship.

"Follow them would you," Tialla ordered a guard in an unusually bossy tone.

"Yes queen," the guard answered quickly and got to work following the general.

"That bad?" Eranor asked. Tialla just sighed in frustration.

"Every time he comes here, he manages to get under my skin," Tialla said with a pout. "He wants me to make a proclamation. To ban all slave trade in the Miqo countries."

"Well, I mean that sounds like a good thing," Eranor began.

"It is," Tialla said back quickly. "Or at least it would be. That's why it's got me so riled up," Tialla paced out her frustration. "As much as I want to be happy about this, I can't be."

"It's a sign of capitulation," Eranor said knowingly.

"Not just that it ..." Tialla struggled to form words.

"It stole your moment." Eranor filled in Tialla's missing words. "That's probably something you wanted to do on your own. Something that would have put you in the history books as a real progressive thinker and kind queen, but now ..."

"Now it's just going to put me in the history books as Castor's bitch," Tialla said pointedly. "That fuckin prick." She took a moment to catch her breath and calm down, then gave Eranor a serious look. "Does that make me selfish? That I wanted the glory and credit for stopping the salve trade."

"I mean a little," Eranor answered honestly. "But I don't think that's the whole story either. It's more than just you taking the credit. It's supposed to be a good thing, and now he made it so it's not a good thing. He spoiled it."

"I think that's a very generous reading for me," Tialla answered honestly. "I appreciate it."

"Well, I wouldn't be thanking me just yet," Eranor said with trepidation.

"Why not?" Tialla's face scrunched in concern.

"There's no trace of the worm," Eranor sighed. "At least from what I can tell."

"That's fine, it was a long shot anyway," Tialla tried to comfort Eranor.

"Yeah well, I may have done something bad. Because I didn't know what else to do without the worm to make the alliance work."

"What do you mean by something bad?" Tialla said with concern. "I mean what could you have done?"

Corinthus ran her tongue behind her teeth, cutting it slightly on the sharp metal hidden there. She tasted the blood.

"Cages now!" Castor barked. With a quick spell Corinthus felt an electrical shock run through her collar and dissipate through her body. She held in her yelp of pain, but Dalia couldn't help herself and cried out. She never got used to the constant shocking to get her to follow commands, and she couldn't deny the effectiveness of the system. She was hobbling as fast as she could into the airship and into her master's room, where their two tiny cages were. She and Dalia both scrambled inside. Even with the doors wide open, they knew better than to try and leave the confines of their cages. They would get shocked again, more painfully. Castor entered the room a little later with a sigh.

"You two should get warmed up for later," he said casting another spell. With it Corinthus felt a familiar vibrating from inside her privates. Some machine planted in there by the elves meant to stimulate her at the press of a button. To get her sexually frustrated and more eager to please her master when the time came. She hated how effective it was. She grunted in frustration as she found herself involuntarily raising her bottom in the air and grinding it against the back wall of her cage. She was hoping for any tension to get her release, but she knew she wouldn't find it in her infuriating bitch suit. Dalia had taken to whining and panting in the way she knew Castor loved. Hoping to be filled with her master rather than trying to get herself off like Corinthus was.

"Not now Dalia. Later tonight," Castor sighed shutting both Dalia and Corinthus's cages, leaving the girls to whine in moan in their cages in sexual frustration.

Corinthus hated herself right now. She always did when Castor did this too her. Because despite how much she hated him, all this stimulation made even her beg to take his cock. Because she knew, through repeated training, that if she did take his cock, then the vibrating machine in her sex would finally be turned up enough for her to reach climax. Though this time another thought filled her mind that increased her anticipation even more.

Later that night her master took her out of her cage. She was more obedient than usual. Begged to have her master's cock in her mouth. He even took her gag off, and she relished him with the most humiliating words she could think of as she begged to be used. Really buttering him up, getting him excited to have his dick sucked by a former general now turned into a pet bitch. And she did do that. For probably the first time since she had been forced into being his pet, she actually let herself enjoy it. She lost herself in the moment pleasuring her master, and she did a good job if his moans were anything to go by. It was strange. She wanted him to finish in her. It was a weird mix of sexual desire and murderous intent. Because as he did finish inside her, and filled her mouth up with his cum, she finally struck.

Corinthus formed the metal hidden behind her teeth into razor sharp knives, and bit Castor's dick off. Castor's screams of delight were replaced with screams of terror, as the salty taste of cum in Corinthus' mouth was replaced with the sweet taste of blood and revenge. She could hear the cries of guards from outside his cabin. The soldiers always heard what their general did in his quarters, so they no doubt heard his blood curdling scream as his dick fell off the onto the floor and left him bleeding.

Corinthus only had a moment to react, but to her it felt like an eternity. She really got to savor this moment, the mix of shock and terror on Castor's face. The look he gave when she formed the metal into a dagger in her mouth and started slashing away at his ankles. The soldiers came in the room about the time Corinthus had General castor on the ground. They only had time to watch as she mounted his screaming body, and sliced his throat with her dagger.

The look on Castor's face, would fill Corinthus' vision for the rest of her short life, and the sound of his gurgling, gasping, dying breathe would be the song that sang her off to the afterlife. She felt she could say with a cruel irony, that this might have been the best sex she ever had. She stuck the knife in his eye for good measure before she felt the most intense shock of her life as the soldiers activated her collar on its lethal setting.

AUTHORS NOTE: Here's the next chapter everyone. Eranor has definitely made some moves and they've definitely been acted on. I think I may have to up my age rating because of this chapter, but it was probably worth it. Corinthus was kinda bad ass and that kinda edgy stuff is fun to write, but what's going to come of this little attack. Well you can find out now by subscribing to me on subscribe star or ream which you can see on my link tree https://linktr.ee/bigred0603 Hope you all enjoy.