Intervene on Koti's behalf
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Deciding that it is better if you get involved, you quickly walk down the stairs. Just when Miss Dila starts to suck from Koti's breasts, you call out to her. "Hey," you voice rings through the empty tavern, "leave her alone!"
Miss Dila pushes away from your partner's luscious tits and gives you a hard stare. Her eyes beam with discontent. "Who the fuck is this bitch?" Koti doesn't answer.
"I'm the reason she's leaving. She's out up with your demands too long. Koti and I are leaving, together." You answer defiantly. Through she is still pinned down, Koti smiles delightfully at your proclamation. Miss Dila, however, looks at you with hatred.
"You're the cause? Who do you think you are?" She growls.
"I'm an adventurer bent on changing the world."
"We'll Miss 'World-changer,' I'm not letting this whore go until I remind her who see is." Miss Dila throws Koti against the wooden bar.
"Hold on," you pause for a moment, thinking, "isn't there any other way to not fuck Koti? She's been through enough."
Miss Dila freezes for a moment, processing carefully. Suddenly, and evil grin appears on her face. "Well, I suppose you could fill her place." You stand dumbstruck until you finally realize what she wants. This bitch wants me to have sex with her! No- your thought comes to an abrupt end. Koti is still pinned down by Miss Dila, suffering. Memories about your old tribe suddenly find connection to the current situation. I won't let Koti go through the same thing I did. You conclude. "Fine," the syllable barely escapes from your mouth, but Miss Dila hears it.
"Great. I'll be in my house, you better come within five minutes!" She walks out of the inn, her back turned to you two. Once the door closes, Koti rushes to you.
"Millia! You can't! You don't need to sacrifice yourself for me!" She cries.
You lift her chin and lightly kiss her soft lips. "Don't worry about me, Koti. I'll be fine. I can't let my tribe members do something they don't want to do. Go pack your things. We will leave soon." You assure. Koti looks up to you with concern, but nods and watches you head towards Miss Dila's house. It's not as far as you would've thought. Soon, you stand in front of a rugged wooden door. You knock cautiously.
"Ah, Miss Troublemaker's here," Dila says pulling the ugly door open. She firmly grabs your arm and pulls you inside her dark house, causing you to fall onto her hard floors. As you turn over and look up to the woman, you see nasty eyes glaring at you, almost smiling. "Oh, I am going to have fun with you." She grabs you and flips you back over. Suddenly, she tears your gray nightgown off, exposing your body. She laughs as she drops her pants, revealing a large dick. Yet she doesn't take off her shirt, which still concel her large breasts. You Yelp as her hand grabs your brown locks and smashes your face agains the floor. "You think you can come into my town and take my bitches. Well, I am going to make you pay. I am going to make you suffer." Your manage a whimper. Dila laughs, "Oh, did I hurt little miss angel? Well, slaves need to get used to that!" The entirety of her thick dick forcefully enters your pussy. You scream, mostly in protest than in pleasure, as Dila fucks you hard. While any sex to you is pleasurable, sometimes there are other factors. Anger, sorrow, pain, and many others fight against the overwhelming happiness the sex brings to the women of Amazola. You tits and dick floppy inconsistently against the wooden floors. Miss Dila moans loudly as her thrusting becomes randomized. She's terrible, you think to yourself, she could at least thrust with rhythm. However, Dila still continues to fuck inconsistently for a few hours before cumming into your pussy. Exhausted, you fall limp to the floor. Miss Dila disappears around a corner, giving you time to catch your breath. As you being to sit up, something hard and metal hits you in the back of the head. Blackness surrounds you...
Slapping. You wake up in a dimly lit room to the sounds of slapping. You look around to see where it's coming from, but it is nowhere to be seen. Suddenly, you hear the moaning of a woman. You've heard it before. Miss Dila. You look behind you a see the scary truth. Once again, Miss Dila is fucking you. But this time, cold metal grips your wrists and ankles. You see chains suspending you into the air, giving access for Dila to fuck you. As Dila cums into you, you realize that once again, you are a sex slave. Dila stumbles infront of you, and falls down to her knees. Clearly, she's exhausted. "Wow," she whispers, "you sure do give a workout." You pull at your restraints, but Dila laughs. "You can't escape now, might as well get comfy." She calls as she disappears from this basement. The blackness returns.
This time, you wake up to the sounds of jangling metal. You turn to see a beautiful woman with black hair pulling at your chains. Koti realizes you are awak and gets in front of you.
"Millia! Oh my god, your awake! You've been gone for two days! Don't worry, I'll get you-" Koti says until and arrow goes through her chest. As blood flies across your face, you look in horror as your eyes meet an iron arrowhead protruding between Koti's tits. She looks down, staring at her death, before falling over.
Dila stands at the entrance of the basement. In her hands is a bow, to her side area few arrows. "Tsk," she says, "She just had to get in the way." You try to scream at her with rage and sorrow, but air barely escapes from your weak mouth. Dila steps over Koti's corpses and grabs your face. Tears sting your face. "Oh, don't worry. I still have fun with your bodies for a few days. Then I'll bury you outside of town." She walks behind you and once again starts to fuck you. For the first time, you feel no pleasure, on pain. Deep, string pain. Dila reaches around and stabs a small hunting knife through your heart. "You just had to intervene," she whispers in your ear as your body goes limp, held up by cold fetters. The blackness returns. This time, it will stay forever,
YOU DIED
