Chapter 8(Von)
The blood hounds were going crazy barking at every dark elf on the entire plantation and sniffing everyone's shoes. The hound handlers were getting irritated and shouting curses at the hounds, unable to understand what was making them behave like this.
Ynarana silently smirked inwardly, deeply amused.
Ynarana and the other day shift women were supposed to be manning the watch towers out in the corn fields right now, but with the hounds getting too confused to ensure that the vampire wasn't hiding in the corn fields, the women had not yet been sent to their towers. The day shift women were currently just standing around outside in the cleared ground around the plantation settlement buildings, basking in the sun as the men tried to make sense of the situation with the blood hounds.
The Gwendils had a few new faces now, with quite a few recently arrived gorgeous new young Gwendils from Clar Karond. With the (wo)manpower drain of the night shift guarding the slaves from vampire attacks, there had not been enough women left to man the watch towers during the day, and, (even more importantly), there had not been enough gorgeous young women to fill Lordling Runor's bed at night.
Lordling Runor had solved this problem by offering more employment positions for (specifically) young female crossbow archers.
Lordling Runor relied heavily on the Gwendils to find young women willing to do this job, as non-Gwendils were repelled by this low paying and sexually exploitative job offer, and Lordling Runor always advertised these jobs by going to the Gwendils and asking them to "tell their friends" that a certain number of jobs were available.
The Gwendils then wrote very carefully written letters to prominent secret Gwendils in Clar Karond, which were delivered by Lordling Runor's dark riders. The Gwendil community in the city would then learn about the available positions through these secret leaders of the Gwendil community, and the most vulnerable young Gwendils in need of sanctuary would be dispatched to the plantation to fill these positions, gradually arriving on foot after many days of walking.
This arrangement kept the beds of the various plantation Lordlings filled with young women, and gave the fleeing city Gwendils guaranteed employment and a place of sanctuary in the Gwendil communities of the plantations, benefiting both sides.
A number of gorgeous new Gwendils had arrived just yesterday, with a few arriving each day, and the plantation was still waiting on a few more to achieve full numbers to man every watch tower during day shift. Ynarana grinned at the gorgeous fresh meats, winking at them.
The fresh meats all smiled back, subtly looking Ynarana up and down. They were so excited to be here and were obviously eager to play.
"I already have a best friend," Ynarana told them apologetically, speaking in code to explain that she already had a girlfriend.
The new Gwendils looked disappointed but nodded in understanding.
"Do all the women have best friends?", one of the gorgeous black haired young Gwendils asked eagerly.
"Most could use a new friend?", Ynarana explained in code.
The new Gwendils all grinned greedily.
"When do we get a chance to make friends?, So far there have been no opportunities," another sexy young thing asked hopefully.
"Night shift, the entire night locked in a watch tower with just other women. It's the best place to have fellowship with new friends," Ynarana explained in code.
The fresh meats all looked extremely excited, understanding perfectly what Ynarana was secretly telling them.
"I hope to do a night shift as soon as possible," one of the fresh meats said eagerly, the others all nodded that they wanted this too.
"Night shift is the most popular shift, everyone wants to do night shift," Ynarana apologised.
"Oh?, Well can those on night shift agree to rotate shifts on occasion so that we can all have a turn?", a fresh meat asked hopefully.
"You girls only just arrived yesterday, settle in first and earn your place, and then you will be gradually allowed to make friends once you earn all our respect," Ynarana explained.
Dark elf men were in earshot, and laughed at what the women were apparently talking about.
"You girls fighting over night shift and social pecking order is so funny, you must get bored stiff if you find night shift so exciting," Torvines laughed from horseback nearby with his squad of dark riders.
"Night shift is fun, we get to stand around gossiping and talking in a group all night long," Ynarana lied.
"How is that more fun than being in bed with me?", Torvines asked with a cocked eyebrow.
Ynarana shrugged.
The fresh meats were getting confused now and looked at Ynarana curiously.
"This dashing handsome man here is my betrothed Torvines, we are getting married on Saturday," Ynarana told them.
"You are?," the fresh meats asked, clearly wondering if Ynarana was really a Gwendil or not.
"Sometimes when a man pursues you persistently enough, you just have to say yes," Ynarana said in a playful tone, but making her meaning clear to the young Gwendils.
Torvines laughed at Ynarana's pure cheek.
The Gwendils nodded in grim understanding that Ynarana had had no choice in accepting this marriage.
Torvines trotted his horse up right beside Ynarana, and reached down to pat her hair affectionately.
The fresh meats all shifted nervously, not wanting this middle born man to be here.
"My betrothed here is Torvines Movavul, the personal Chief Herald of Lordling Runor and one of the most powerful men on this plantation," Ynarana informed the new Gwendils.
The fresh meats all squeaked with fright and curtsied fearfully. Torvines grinned down arrogantly at them from the back of his fine dark steed.
"Torvines my dearest, these young ladies are all brand new, some only arrived here yesterday," Ynarana said warmly.
"Yes I know my love, I saw them arrive. I won't be too hard on them," Torvines chuckled arrogantly.
The fresh meats looked at each other hesitantly, and then one of them spoke fearfully.
"Congratulations on your upcoming wedding, lord and lady Movavul," the gorgeous young slender thing congratulated fearfully.
Ynarana and Torvines both laughed at the use of the shared House name, the first time anyone had addressed Ynarana that way, and both graciously told the fresh meat that she was most welcome.
"Is everyone invited to the wedding?", another fresh meat sucked up shamelessly.
"Oh absolutely, it is being held in the afternoon a few hours before sunset, and all the day shifts will be shortened that day so that everyone can attend. All are invited," Torvines said proudly.
"There will be a lot of alcohol," Ynarana added playfully.
"And a lot of men eager to mingle, you may meet your own husbands that day," Torvines added with a wink, oblivious to the fact that these women were all Gwendils with no interest in men.
The fresh meats laughed politely, hiding their discomfort at Torvines' comment.
"Make sure you take extra Babies Bane Root on Saturday and the following days afterwards, (I'm serious)," Ynarana advised them with absolute seriousness.
"Oh?, Will the men be that pushy?", one of the new girls asked apprehensively.
"If some of the local middle born dark riders get drunk at the party, they will just help themselves to any unclaimed low born women and won't take "no" for an answer. Take a lot of Babies Bane Root if you don't want to get pregnant," Ynarana explained with absolute honesty, her tone jesting but her eyes frantically telling them that this was no joke.
The fresh meats nodded fearfully in understanding.
"Oh come now Ynarana, you make pursuing a coy woman sound like an act of rape. Are you making jest of how our own romance started?, If so it is in poor taste my dear," Torvines scolded affectionately.
The fresh meats were all looking at Ynarana with very subtle pity, understanding that Torvines had raped Ynarana and then forced her into a relationship that was about to become a marriage.
"My dear Torvines was very VERY persistent in pursuing me, he swept me off my feet with endless romance, my poor heart couldn't resist," Ynarana told the fresh meats in code, her tone light hearted and humorous to keep Torvines unaware of her true meaning.
The fresh meats all nodded in perfect understanding, and one of them gave Ynarana a sympathetic cuddle.
Torvines laughed obliviously.
The blood hounds were still sniffing and barking at absolutely everyone, as the hound handlers cursed and beat them, and Torvines turned in the saddle to look at the noisy hounds.
"I don't know what has come over the hounds today, this is most unlike them," Torvines commented.
"They are horrid animals, barking at nothing most likely," Ynarana lied with a shrug.
"So we cannot go to work until the hounds behave?", one of the slenderer of the fresh meats asked.
"It's probably safe to go in the corn fields in all honesty, but this is just a precaution using the blood hounds. We need to be sure the corn fields contain no nasty vampires before you ladies enter," Torvines reassured arrogantly.
"Vampires in the corn fields?!," one of the newest Gwendils squeaked in fright, apparently not having been informed by anyone since arriving yesterday.
"Yep, I got bitten just the other day," Ynarana said, showing the healing bite wound on her wrist.
The new Gwendil flinched back in alarm, cursing in fear.
"I had no idea this area was filled with dangerous monsters!, Everyone kept telling me how safe this place is, I shouldn't have come!", the new Gwendil exclaimed, clearly upset.
Ynarana immediately gave her a cuddle and discreetly whispered very softly in her ear, "The vampire is a Gwendil, it's all under control,"
"Really?", the fresh meat whispered back in astonishment.
"Really, she is part of the community and our ally," Ynarana whispered very softly in her ear.
The fresh meat Gwendil calmed down completely at this promise, deeply relieved.
"What are you whispering about Ynarana?", Torvines asked curiously.
"I told her to stop being a coward and remember that she is a dark elf," Ynarana lied.
Torvines chuckled condescendingly.
"Anyway, we are not going to work until these hounds stop this nonsense," Ynarana changed the subject back to topic.
The fresh meats all nodded politely.
"Might as well enjoy this free time and get comfortable," Ynarana suggested, moving towards a parked empty wagon to sit on.
The fresh meats that Ynarana was talking to, about ten of them in number, happily climbed up on the wagon and sat all over it. (Some more fresh meats were standing in other little groups around the settlement, not part of this conversation with Ynarana.)
Ynarana was just about to sit on the wagon too when Torvines scooped her up with surprising strength and sat her in front of him on the saddle, scooting back on the saddle to make room for her.
Ynarana was surprised by this affectionate gesture but not exactly offended, Torvines strong arms wrapping around her fully clothed body from behind.
Torvines trotted his horse to stand beside the wagon full of fresh meats, so that Ynarana could keep chatting to them, and Ynarana leaned back into his chest with a slight sigh of comfort.
The fresh meats basked in the sun in silence for a while, becoming extremely comfortable in a tight huddle with each other. Ynarana looked jealously at the yummy huddle of gorgeous young women, wishing that she herself was right in the middle of it.
The fresh meats gradually felt comfortable enough to talk generally.
"Did you hear that bound bride getting tickled half the night?", one of the fresh meats asked Ynarana.
"That was my mother," Torvines said quietly.
"Oh!, I'm sorry I meant no offence!," the fresh meat back-pedalled frantically.
Torvines didn't look offended and inclined his head in acceptance of the apology.
"My future mother in law is here for the wedding, she will be gone soon enough," Ynarana reassured.
"She is a bound bride… Wait, does that mean that you are a bound bride too?", another fresh meat figured out.
"Yes that's right, I already sleep in bride binding every night in practice for my married life and I am about to become an official bound bride on Saturday," Ynarana confirmed calmly.
The fresh meats all shifted uncomfortably.
"What's it like being a bound bride?", one of the bolder fresh meats asked hesitantly.
"Really inconvenient and aggravating," Ynarana said with a laugh.
Torvines chuckled huskily, squeezing Ynarana's breast through her clothing in front of the fresh meats.
Ynarana nodded down to her breast being fondled.
"He plays with my boobs constantly," Ynarana said adorably in a tone designed not to cause offence.
"You like it," Torvines purred, putting a tongue in Ynarana's ear.
Ynarana squirmed in the saddle and faked enjoyment at this tongue in her ear, making aroused noises that were entirely fake. Torvines now had an erection that she could feel poking into her bottom.
The fresh meats watched Ynarana faking her enjoyment, too polite to comment.
Torvines had no problem molesting Ynarana in front of these low born young women, and put an arm down the neck of her top to play with her breasts under her clothes.
"Torvines, Torvines we are in public," Ynarana softly begged him.
"I don't mind," Torvines said, licking the side of her neck from behind.
Ynarana gasped and groaned in pretend arousal, her eyes apologising to the fresh meats.
Torvines put a hand down her pants, and inserted a finger inside her menstruating vagina!
Ynarana was embarrassed, but had little choice but to endure this, and she began to think about Vladana to get herself wet and horny.
"There is your wetness," Torvines purred huskily, fingering her more quickly in front of the embarrassed fresh meats.
Ynarana shifted about in the saddle, unable to close her legs, his finger expertly squeezed in under her to penetrate her hole, and she groaned and moaned in sexual pleasure.
Ynarana closed her eyes and opened her mouth in a grimace of pleasure, and was forced to have a public orgasm!
"I came, I came!", Ynarana begged Torvines in a groaning voice at the end.
Torvines removed his hand from down her pants, revealing a crimson red finger from her menstrual flow.
Torvines looked at the finger for a moment, and then experimentally tasted his finger.
"Ew gross!, Torvines what are you doing?!", Ynarana protested.
"Tasting your period," Torvines replied shamelessly.
"What are you, a vampire or something?", Ynarana complained.
"Do vampires eat periods?", Torvines mused.
"I don't know, blood is blood I guess, it's still really gross," Ynarana protested.
Torvines put the crimson finger to her lips.
"Taste it," Torvines commanded.
"Yuck, no I'm not going to taste it!", Ynarana protested.
"Just give it a try," Torvines insisted.
Ynarana very hesitantly poked out the tip of her tongue and gave his finger a very small lick, it tasted like gross old blood!
"Yuck!, That tastes filthy!", Ynarana protested grouchily.
"Tonight in bride binding I am going to make you taste more of it," Torvines said sadistically.
"No, please not that!, You will make me puke if you do that!," Ynarana pleaded.
Torvines was suddenly tickling her stomach in the saddle!
Ynarana screamed with laughter and tried to get out of the saddle, but his arms and body held her in place so that she couldn't escape!
Ynarana bucked and thrashed and laughed hysterically, his strong fingers probing her belly with powerful squeezes.
Ynarana felt completely humiliated in front of the fresh meats, Torvines had completely humbled her in front of them in a way that stung her pride.
"You have a choice Ynarana, you can agree to lick and drink your own period tonight, or I will simply tickle you until you agree anyway," Torvines chuckled sadistically.
"That's not a choice at all!", Ynarana squealed with laughter.
"Quite right, my gorgeous young bound bride," Torvines chuckled smugly.
"Please stop tickling me!", Ynarana pleaded, laughing frantically.
The horrible tickling stopped, replaced with the crimson finger held to her mouth…
"Suck my finger clean," Torvines commanded sternly.
Ynarana's eyes turned to the fresh meats all gawking at her, and blushed with humiliation as she obediently sucked his finger clean, feeling like a slave right now.
"Good girl," Torvines purred, patting her face dominantly.
Ynarana nodded fearfully and stopped sucking his finger.
The fresh meats were all looking at Ynarana with deep pity.
"Being a bound bride is like… This," Ynarana told them glumly.
***…
Torvines eventually stopped completely humiliating Ynarana and rode off somewhere, leaving Ynarana in peace to snuggle with the fresh meats on the wagon in the sun. The men were all out of earshot now, and the women could talk very quietly without being overheard.
"You wretchedly poor thing," one of the fresh meats told Ynarana sympathetically.
"Being a bound bride is just horrid, I just wanted to be left alone," Ynarana whispered extremely quietly.
"I can't even imagine how unpleasant it must be… With a man…", another one of the fresh meats said carefully, obviously a kinky girl.
"Some moments it can be bearable, even pleasant, depending upon what he does to me, but when it is bad it is REALLY bad, he tortures me for fun, tickles me to the point of abuse, pisses in my mouth and forces me to drink it, and I can't defend myself or make him stop, I am forced to humiliate myself even more by begging for mercy," Ynarana whispered with self pity.
The fresh meats all shuddered in horror.
"He pisses in your mouth?!, That's disgusting!", a fresh meat exclaimed in revulsion.
"I get depressed thinking too deeply about the future, for the rest of my life I will be his bound bride!", Ynarana moaned in misery.
The fresh meats soothed her with cuddles and back rubs, Ynarana's fate so terrible that even these dark elf women had sympathy for her.
Ynarana gradually calmed down completely in this pleasant huddle of sympathetic Gwendils, gradually becoming wet with arousal.
The fresh meats also very subtly looked aroused and wet from this proximity to each other, and looked around very subtly for somewhere more private to go and play.
"You can't go anywhere in this settlement without one of the men at least seeing where you go, if you go into a barn or some other private place the men will know you are in there," Ynarana whispered in warning.
"Can we set up a lookout to warn us when they are coming?", one of the fresh meats suggested hopefully.
"Yes that would work, but do not get naked, you might not have time to dress. Pull your pants down the bare minimum to play and hike them back up immediately at the first hint of men coming," Ynarana warned them.
"Could you please be our lookout, you already have a best friend anyway," the fresh meats begged.
Ynarana sighed and nodded, getting off the wagon and leading them to one of the best barns for providing privacy.
"If I give a high pitched whistle like this, (whistle), then that means that men are entering the building. Do not make a sound in the barn and be quick, you might not have a lot of time," Ynarana told them with the uttermost seriousness.
The fresh meats all nodded.
Ynarana led them to a large hay storage barn with multiple rooms but only one entrance door, and went inside it to inspect it and make sure it was indeed empty of people.
Ynarana then guided the fresh meats to the most secluded part of the barn, a modestly sized alcove between tall piles of hay bales in the furthest room in the barn from the single door. The alcove was little more than a hay carpeted walkway between the piles of hay bales, but was big enough to fit all the fresh meats with privacy and room to play.
The fresh meats got comfortable in the alcove, pulling down their pants halfway down their thighs to expose their flawless pretty young vaginas.
Ynarana trembled jealously and hurried to keep watch as the fresh meats started kissing and fingering each other.
Ynarana sat on a hay bale in the door room of the barn, and kept watch as the fresh meats silently played with each other.
A few dark elf men walked or rode past the half open barn door, as did the occasional human slave running some errand for their masters, but none entered the barn despite a few gazing curiously in at Ynarana.
The hounds were still going crazy barking at everyone, and the day shift was being delayed considerably in starting.
Time dragged on, giving the fresh meats a generous amount of time to play with each other, and Ynarana felt bored.
***…
The fresh meats looked completely sexed to exhaustion when they emerged from the alcove two hours later, Ynarana still hadn't whistled in warning this entire time but the fresh meats were apparently completely spent now.
The fresh meats walked over to Ynarana and sat with her on the hay.
"Thank you for keeping watch, that was wonderful," one of the fresh meats thanked Ynarana profusely.
The other fresh meats all nodded in agreement, snuggling together intimately like people who had just gotten to know each other with a two hour long orgy.
"Be less obvious," Ynarana warned them, referring to their extremely comfortable and intimate body language towards each other.
The fresh meats hesitantly altered their body language and posture to look less like they had just had an orgy with each other, and Ynarana nodded when they got the body language right to look less suspicious.
"That was our first… Group friendship," the fresh meats informed Ynarana happily.
"It was better than we even imagined it would be," one fresh meat added.
"I'm happy for you, the first "group friendship" is always very special," Ynarana encouraged them.
"Maybe next time you and your best friend could join us?", the fresh meats offered generously.
"My best friend Sethelel works night shift, I hardly get to see her recently," Ynarana explained glumly.
Ynarana was given a warm compassionate cuddle by one of the pretty young things, making her smile.
The fresh meats whispered to each other and giggled, all feeling the shared bond of sex after their orgy, and Ynarana had to again remind them to be less obvious that they had just had sex.
The fresh meats apologised yet again, and changed their body language.
Ynarana didn't mind being nice to these fresh meats, as strange as that might sound for a dark elf. The fact was that every Gwendil who joined the community on this plantation would end up pleasuring Ynarana eventually, even with Ynarana's relationship with Sethelel getting more serious lately. The Gwendils of this plantation, even the committed couples, were very fond of group sex with other Gwendils, and did not consider certain things to be cheating.
Having a threesome of course wasn't cheating if both lovers were present, and the same went for foursomes, fivesomes, or more people. All the couples without exception had threesomes or bigger, and this meant that everyone got a chance to play with everyone else eventually. It was only a matter of time before these fresh meats were eating Ynarana's vagina, and for this reason Ynarana had no problem treating them favourably with the understanding that they were all her sexual playmates now.
The vampire Vladana also didn't count as cheating by a collective decision of all the Gwendils. Vladana needed to feed, and it was best to have as many Gwendils as possible to feed her so that the amounts of blood milked from each individual was lessened. The vampire was seen as sort of like their community pet that all got to play with equally, she was accepted into the community but wasn't a dark elf so playing with her didn't really count as cheating.
Sethelel had been faithful to Ynarana, (not counting with Vladana), and Ynarana knew this because the other Gwendils in the tower were shameless gossips who would tell Ynarana instantly if they saw Sethelel cheating. As Sethelel was staying faithful, Ynarana felt that she should too, and had not strayed.
Ynarana was currently developing a bond with these fresh meats by taking them under her wing and recently acting as their lookout. Ynarana was already picking out which ones she wanted to have sex with first, and would use the bond of favourable treatment she was developing today to get these fresh meats to join her and Sethelel in group sex, all help had it's price in Naggaroth.
For a while Ynarana continued to sit in the barn mentoring and advising the yummy young fresh meats, earning their trust and favour, imagining what their vaginas would taste like during group sex with Sethelel.
They looked absolutely delicious.
***…
Ynarana was still being followed around by her fresh meats at the end of the day, the meats following Ynarana like baby ducks following the mother duck.
It had taken half the morning for the hound handlers to eventually figure out that the vampire had smeared her blood all over the door mats to make everyone's shoes smell like her, and it had taken even longer to find Vladana's true trail through the corn and confirm that she wasn't hiding in the corn.
It had been almost noon by the time everyone started work, and the slaves had been flogged like crazy to work twice as fast to make up for lost time, (which didn't bother Ynarana and the Gwendils at all).
The slaves had been whipped bloody, and the work had been done in time to avoid any delays to the upcoming corn harvest. Some of these slaves would die from the bleeding whip marks of today becoming infected, but that didn't matter so long as the harvest was collected. Once the corn was harvested and sold, Lordling Runor would have ample money to buy more slaves, they were ultimately completely expendable so long as they generated profitable labour before they died.
Slaves were relatively expensive but not rare, the Black Arks and corsairs captured more human slaves all the time. The plantations tended to burn through quite a lot of them to generate profits, but the profits were always greater than the cost of replacing the slaves, so that didn't matter. Quite a lot of middle born or high born families who owned house slaves also forced these household slaves to breed with each other as much as possible, the females constantly kept pregnant, selling these surplus slaves for a profit to supplement the family income. As a result Naggaroth had no shortage of slaves, but the sellers still sold the slaves for as high a price as they could get away with.
Human slaves were like vermin to the dark elves, they rarely lived even a measly hundred years, bred with explosive speed compared to elves, and could be fed very cheaply with rubbish bread made from the field corn this very plantation grew, supplemented with whatever worthless scraps of vegetable peelings and kitchen waste one had on hand.
The males were vile smelling hairy things with reeking armpits, basically ugly beasts, often infested with fleas and lice and intestinal worms. They were not even slightly attractive to most elves, too covered in hair for a start, and only a few elf women sexually fancied human males.
Female humans on the other hand could be sexy in the extreme if shaved of their relatively sparse body hair and cleaned and groomed properly. Vladana herself was a case in point.
Being a Lahmian vampire had given Vladana some supernatural seductive powers, but her actual physical shape and proportions were exactly what they had been in life before she was turned undead. The huge breasts, sexy body and gorgeous face were all natural, just with an extra supernatural glamour of seduction, she naturally looked like this as a human.
This wasn't to say that Vladana's physical perfection was typical for human females, it wasn't typical at all, most were quite plain, but the Lahmian vampires didn't recruit new vampires from the plain humans, they deliberately picked only the really remarkably sexy ones like Vladana. Human females were usually plain, but those rare ones that were sexy could be REALLY sexy, even by elf standards.
Ynarana shook herself, snapping herself out of this tangential train of thought, returning her attention to her surroundings.
She was back in the plantation house after her part day in her watch tower, and all of her fresh meat ducklings had come flocking to her afterwards while still outside walking home, following her into the building and generally staying close to Ynarana.
Ynarana tolerated her little flock of fresh meats, and immediately sought out Sethelel, greeting her girlfriend with a warm cuddle in a hallway.
Sethelel was dressed for work in a cheap scale mail vest over dull civilian clothes in the form of a pair of faded grey pants and an equally faded grey long sleeved shirt, with a pair of worn old boots on her feet and her repeater crossbow slung over her back. Dressed the same as Ynarana honestly.
Sethelel was freshly bathed and smelled clean, her hair still slightly damp from bathing, and looked especially gorgeous all clean and well rested like this. Ynarana smiled.
Sethelel smiled back fondly, and noticed the fresh meats.
"Who are these young ones following you?", Sethelel asked in amusement.
"I seem to have adopted a little flock of new ducklings who follow me around like their mother duck. Ducklings meet my best friend Sethelel," Ynarana said playfully.
The fresh meats all greeted Sethelel shyly.
"Well hello there little ducklings, aren't you just adorable," Sethelel chuckled playfully.
"I like that one, oh and that one, that one, that one too, in fact I like all of our ducklings, we should teach these ducklings how to fly," Ynarana said playfully in code.
Sethelel grinned hungrily and nodded eagerly that she wanted to have group sex with Ynarana and the fresh meats.
The fresh meats trembled nervously but nodded their consent, understanding that Ynarana and Sethelel wanted to have sex with them some time in the not too distant future.
Other people who were not Gwendils were all within earshot, so Ynarana and Sethelel couldn't do anything fun with their little "ducklings", but still flustered them by whispering highly sexual suggestions in their ears.
Sethelel and Ynarana walked together into a sitting room trailed by their ducklings, and hoped to sit down together for a while and spend some time together, but Torvines and the two pairs of parents found Ynarana shortly after they sat down, and drew Ynarana away to spend time with them instead.
Sethelel gave Ynarana a soft little wave and turned her attention to the ducklings as Ynarana was leaving the room.
Ynarana was irritated by this suffocating attention from Torvines and the parents, but smiled politely, and simply went where they led her, sitting down at Lordling Runor's table in another room.
Ynarana sighed, she just wanted some time with Sethelel and maybe a good hard shag. This whole wedding to Torvines was extremely inconvenient.
***…
"Ew Torvines that's gross!, Yuck!", Ynarana exclaimed in bride binding that night.
Torvines chuckled and pushed the soiled menstrual rag back inside her mouth!
"Suck the rag or I will tickle you again," Torvines warned her.
Ynarana was disgusted but fearfully obeyed, gagging on the horrid taste of old blood and uterus yuck!
What in Khaine's name was wrong with this man that he felt the need or desire to force Ynarana to drink her own period?!, This sort of thing just wasn't normal!
Ynarana gagged on the vile taste of the soiled rag, and almost threw up, struggling to keep her dinner down, feeling green with nausea right now!
"This is so bad!", Ynarana protested in sick dismay through the rag in her mouth.
Torvines chuckled at her disgusted reaction, but showed her no mercy!
"Where is your mother!, I am on the verge of screaming at you!", Ynarana warned through the rag in her mouth.
Torvines glared angrily but rose, putting on pants and leaving the room angrily to get his mother, leaving Ynarana bound topless to the bed. Ynarana immediately spat the horrid rag from her mouth onto her chest.
Torvines soon returned, accompanied not only by his mother but also by his father, both of Ynarana's parents, and even Lordling Runor!
"Torvines!, What by Khaine are you doing?!, I'm topless in bride binding here!", Ynarana protested in genuine outrage.
"I am the one who asked all these people to come," the dressing gown, glove and loose rope clad Safafi said calmly.
"You did?, Why?", Ynarana asked in confusion, too confused to even be mad at her.
Safafi gestured for everyone to sit around the bed on various storage chests as makeshift seats, leaving the topless bound Ynarana laying on the bed in the middle of this circle of people on full display. Ynarana's mouth was smeared crimson with her period yuck, with the dark red soiled rag spat from her mouth to rest on her chest between her breasts earlier. Ynarana was utterly humiliated!
Safafi cleared her throat.
"Ynarana I wanted everyone, including the esteemed Lordling Runor of House Guguc, to be here to discuss the various issues of your bride binding on Lordling Runor's land," Safafi explained.
"Did this have to be done right now when I am half naked in bride binding?", Ynarana asked crossly.
"To be honest yes this is the best time, the best way for all to understand a bound bride is to see her in bride binding at a moment of stress and upset," Safafi insisted.
"But this is humiliating, what I want to talk to you about is humiliating," Ynarana pleaded.
"No secrets here, let's call this what it is. My son was using Ynarana's soiled menstrual hygiene rag to force feed Ynarana her own period blood and make her drink it," Safafi began.
Lordling Runor flinched and grimaced in disgust, as did Ynarana's parents.
"Ynarana then screamed at my son and demanded that he get me in here, probably to talk her out of calling off the wedding for this outrage," Safafi finished.
"With all due respect to the tradition of bride binding, I do not entirely blame young Ynarana for not wanting to endure such unhygienic treatment as this," Lordling Runor said carefully and quietly.
Ynarana's parents looked disgusted but did not dare to encourage Ynarana in any way to want to call off this marriage, the shameless social climbing suck uppers.
Safafi nodded politely to Lordling Runor but said, "Unhygienic as this might be, my son has every right to do this to his bound bride as his Khaine given right, and the traditional cavalry houses will not hesitate to enforce this right…"
Lordling Runor subtly but visibly flinched back, and hurriedly stated that he was in full and enthusiastic support of the traditional values of the traditionalist cavalry houses, obviously fearing the wrath of their infamous coalitions that wiped out Houses that offended them.
"Lordling Runor, our generous and gracious host, is under no obligation to keep our couple here on his land, and employs them only at his pleasure. But even on his most beautiful and scenic land, Lordling Runor is, ah, "requested" by the traditional cavalry houses to do nothing to infringe upon Torvines' bride binding rights to Ynarana once they are married," Safafi said with charming diplomacy.
Lordling Runor politely noted these words but held silent.
Safafi reached out a hand towards Ynarana, but did not touch her, simply holding her hand hovering over Ynarana's stomach, drawing everyone's attention.
"Ynarana is not yet a bound bride, not yet married. This right here is only practice before the wedding," Safafi said.
Safafi lowered her hand to gently rest on Ynarana's stomach.
"Were Ynarana a bound bride then me touching her like this right now would be completely forbidden, a bound bride in her bride binding is untouchable to any but her husband and small children, not even other bound brides can touch them," Safafi explained.
"There are common sense exceptions of course, if the house is burning down or something then a bound bride may be freed from her bindings by anyone to save her life. But apart from common sense situations, a bound bride is completely untouchable, even to the land owner of the land she is on," Safafi diplomatically informed Lordling Runor, who nodded slightly in acknowledgement.
Safafi pointed to the soiled period rag laying on Ynarana's chest.
"This right here is really gross, even I agree that this is disgusting, (Torvines stiffened indignantly at these words), but no matter how gross and disgusting this is, no person has the right to prevent the husband of a bound bride from doing this." Safafi said carefully.
"Assuming that Ynarana and Torvines get married on Saturday, then Torvines will have the absolute Khaine-given right to make his bound bride ingest periods and worse. He could make her eat horse shit if he wishes, he can feed her anything at all as long as it doesn't kill her or permanently harm her, and no one, no matter how wretched it is, may do anything to rescue Ynarana short of killing her husband and making her a widow," Safafi warned diplomatically!
Ynarana wailed in horror and revulsion!
"No not horse shit!, Please don't make me eat horse shit!", Ynarana pleaded pitifully.
"I was never going to make you do that!", Torvines protested incensed.
Safafi immediately soothed both Ynarana and Torvines with her calming voice.
Ynarana's parents looked queasy.
"It is natural to feel pity for a bound bride in dismay, but it is not anyone's place to intervene in the will of her husband, even if one considers the husband to be very cruel. The husband has absolute rights to his bound bride so long as she is not killed or permanently injured," Safafi said sympathetically.
"I don't like this, I don't like this at all," Ynarana warned, subtly hinting that she was having second thoughts about the wedding.
Ynarana's parents just about fell over themselves rushing to talk Ynarana out of reconsidering this wedding that helped their own social standing, and Safafi and Tovonnith both noticed this and sneered in disgust, the first time Ynarana had ever seen Safafi sneer like that.
"How perfectly disgusting you people are, is your daughter nothing but a tool for your own social climbing!?", Safafi scolded Ynarana's parents in an uncharacteristically severe voice.
Ynarana's parents were shocked and protested their innocence as strongly as grovelling respect allowed.
"No I don't think my wife is wrong in her judgement of you tanners, your dear sweet daughter is in obvious distress in a disgusting situation, and you have yet to even comfort her, you are only concerned with sinking your lowest born teeth into House Movavul's status!", Tovonnith chastised Ynarana's parents severely.
Ynarana's parents were in obvious distress now and deeply humiliated, but they did not dare to answer back to Tovonnith.
"Ynarana I have grown to respect, she is obviously reluctant to marry my son, not at all a scummy social climbing parasite, and even now she looks indecisive to wed my son on Saturday, for very justifiable reasons. Rather than comforting and listening to your daughter, you are pushing her into this marriage like utter social climbing scum!, Shame on you!", Tovonnith scolded them.
Tovonnith turned to Ynarana directly as her parents spluttered in humiliation.
"I have said little to you, dear girl, but I have noticed you. I am a very good judge of character, and I have judged you. You are afraid of Torvines, afraid of everyone around you, you are shy and flighty and the only people you clearly trust are your female friends on this plantation, you most certainly don't trust your parents and are afraid of them too," Tovonnith began and continued.
"You just want to be left alone in peace, it is written all over you, you want to be left alone but you are too afraid to resist my son out of a combination of fear, duty and, and, what is this emotion?, Ah yes, a sense of genuine affection. You want Torvines to just leave you alone, but you also want him to be your husband, and you can't decide quite what you want."
"This complete lack of social ambition makes me trust you young Ynarana, unlike your detestable parents, you have no hidden agenda regarding Torvines, you are not trying to use him. Right now you are angry with him and are considering leaving him for force feeding you your own period rag, just like any young woman with no agenda would. You are just innocently following your heart," Tovonnith noted as though seeing right through her.
"I am so utterly humiliated, I can't endure marriage to Torvines if it is going to be like this," Ynarana warned honestly.
Ynarana's parents protested her words, but were viciously scolded to silence by Safafi and Tovonnith.
"That is completely understandable, you don't have to go through with this," Tovonnith encouraged her with surprising sympathy for such a normally complete ass hole.
"I don't know what I want to do, I can't decide. I don't want to leave, but this was so horrible tonight. The talk of horse shit has me questioning if I even want this," Ynarana admitted wretchedly.
"Did you want to marry my son before tonight?", Tovonnith asked her seriously.
Ynarana considered, seeing no point lying.
"Yes, yes I suppose that I did, now that I have gotten used to it. I do want strong babies, I do want a man who is kind to me and doesn't hit me, I do want to be cherished and have deep conversations about childhood long into the night. But now I am not sure, I cannot endure horse shit," Ynarana said honestly.
"You don't want money or riches or status?", Tovonnith inquired.
"Money is nice I guess, not that I ever really buy much, status I don't care about at all. As long as my needs are met and I get to live on this plantation with all my friends, I am a happy woman," Ynarana admitted completely honestly.
Lordling Runor smiled at the mention that it was her greatest ambition to live on his plantation.
"What a beautiful attitude you have Ynarana," Safafi said approvingly.
"I won't make you eat horse shit Ynarana, I absolutely promise you that. I won't shit in your mouth or anything involving shit," Torvines promised her.
Ynarana nodded gratefully.
"I only did the period thing because it came out of your vagina, and that makes it sexy," Torvines admitted quietly, embarrassed saying this in front of others.
"It was really gross, please don't do it again," Ynarana begged him.
"I won't, well at least not this much, I guess that it is pretty unhygienic, I don't want you to get an infection," Torvines promised.
Ynarana nodded in deep gratitude.
"So the wedding is still on", Lordling Runor asked.
Ynarana sighed and nodded.
"I am just afraid of what the next thing is going to be," Ynarana added.
"Whatever it is, I am willing to negotiate to keep you happy, I love you Ynarana," Torvines assured her.
Ynarana reiterated that she was still willing to marry him on Saturday.
Torvines' parents congratulated them happily, (Ynarana's parents were icily silent in bitter humiliation).
"I am sorry for dragging you in here like this, Lordling Runor," Safafi apologised happily.
"Oh no not at all, I have gained a new appreciation of bride binding tonight, it is fascinating," Lordling Runor replied graciously.
Safafi turned her attention to Ynarana's parents.
"I am not unkind by nature and I am willing to improve my opinion of you both. As our children are getting married we will be seeing a lot of each other for many long years, no need to start this relationship sour," Safafi offered graciously.
"Thank you Lady Movavul," Ynarana's parents accepted her offer with obviously wounded pride.
"I am less forgiving than my wife, but perhaps in time you can improve your character sufficiently to earn my respect," Tovonnith offered arrogantly.
Ynarana's parents humiliated themselves by thanking him.
Lordling Runor and the parents gradually left the room after a bit more talking, and Torvines closed the door after them.
"Your parents, by Khaine that was really something," Torvines said in wonder.
Ynarana sighed and nodded, her parents really were scummy people…
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