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It was a fairly quiet day out in the woods, early fall, the leaves were just starting to turn, and deer hunting was good. Amunet had managed to get Iestyn to stay at home with the children, just for a day, so she could have some time to herself. Get out into the woods with her bow, and try and snag some meat. One good sized deer could last for weeks or even months if they kept it cold enough. So up high in an evergreen tree she sat, just along a deer trail she knew was often used this time of year, waiting for one to come along, bow at her side as she rested on the trunk. Her eyelids fluttering open and closed. It was a comfortable tree to sit in, and Iestyn had kept her up most of the night with a little bit of "fun". Eventually sleep won out and she drifted off.

The sound of movement in the bushes below woke her up suddenly, the movement of jumping up making her lose her balance and fall out of the tree. The last thing she heard as she fell was a terrible ripping sound as the front of her robes tore open, the back having gotten stuck to a large patch of sap that she had unknowingly laid down on.

Down she went, tumbling along a few branches that broke her momentum and, she thought, nearly her arm too. She sighed, any animal that may have been around before was long gone now, so the best she could do was climb up, fetch her clothing and do her best to keep the rip closed as she walked home.

The climbing part was easy, the tree had nice sturdy branches, and she had already been up earlier in the day, so she knew the path. Retrieving her robe however, proved to be considerable more difficult. The sap held fast against her first attempt of yanking as hard as she could, leaving her with two handfuls of cloth and an even more damaged robe. She sighed, this was going to prove itself difficult. Next she tried to gently pry the robe off the sap from the top. The robe barely moved an inch though, the now dried sap had seeped into the fibers, the more she pulled, the more the robe ripped.

Amunet shook her head, realizing that it was a lost cause and climbing back down. She took the time to inspect her hunting equipment. The bow was mostly intact, although she cursed noticing the string had snapped. Her quiver was in good shape too, although there were a number of broken arrows. She took off the heads and tossed the broken shafts into the woods, they were useless now.

It was only at this point that it started to dawn on Amunet just how bad things were for her. She was deep in the woods, alone with no clothing... except one piece but it only made things worse. She realized, bringing a hand to her throat, that she was still wearing her collar from the romp with Iestyn the night before. The key was still at home so there was nothing she could do short of breaking it, and she really had no desire to do that. She would have to find her way back home, but as a hairless cat breed anyone who saw her would get much more of a show than she was willing to give.

She shivered, feeling intimately exposed as the chill autumnal wind blew past her, her body starting to react to the chill. She could feel her nipples starting to stiffen, and, she realized, not only because of the cold. She had to get moving right away.

She hastened to head towards town, keeping a sharp ear out for anyone who might be around, it was this time of year that hunters were most active, and she didn't want to be seen by one, or worse, mistaken for a deer and shot at. Staring by taking off at a run, she realized quickly that as she moved, her breasts were flopping around considerably more than was comfortable without restriction. She silently cursed what pregnancy had done to her body before slowing down, admitting to herself the benefits outweighed the cost.

Not paying attention to where she was walking Amunet suddenly stepped on a dry twig, and the resulting snap could be heard from quite the distance. She froze, listening to see if anybody was close enough to have heard it. Her eyes opened wide as she realized she could hear distant rustling in the underbrush, someone or something had definitely heard the snap and now they were coming in her direction.

She started off at a slow jog, trying to hold her breasts down so they didn't flop about quite so much. At the same time she listened carefully, trying to see if she could tell from which direction the noises were coming. Suddenly there was yelling to her left, and it was close. Something about having heard a deer nearby, and she figured they meant her. The worst case scenario had happened and she needed to get moving or get out of sight. Fast. She looked around at the trees nearby, most had branches starting too high up or, in the case of evergreens, were simply too dense to allow climbing in any reasonable amount of time. The sound of footfalls were fast approaching.

She broke into a brisk run, it was faster, but resulted in two problems. The first being that her breasts were flopping all over the place, and holding them in place only slowed her down. The second was that she made a lot more noise when running than when moving slowly. Despite her increased pace she could tell the hunters were still faster than her. They sounded male and thus probably hadn't been slowed down by having borne four children. Probably.

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She decided to try and throw them off by using strategy instead of simply speed. She took a dive into the underbrush, instead of sticking to the deer trail she had been previously following. The small twigs and branches of the saplings slapped at her uncovered skin, leaving little red lines across her belly and legs. She zigzagged and dashed back and forth, trying to make her trail as difficult to follow as she possibly could. Her desperation to escape forcing her to ignore the stinging little marks all over her front, at least until she got one she could not ignore. One whippy little branch, one little branch at just the right height to slap her across the left nipple. She couldn't help but let out a cry, the unexpected pain making her stumble and fall to her knees.

She couldn't help but notice that the footsteps behind her had gone quiet. One of the hunters uncertainly calling out "ello? Someone there?" Amunet got up to her feet quickly and desperately looked for somewhere to hide. Suddenly she saw it, a ditch that a tree had fallen on top of. There was just enough room, she thought, for her to slip underneath and hide. She immediately made a beeline for the tree, hearing the footsteps starting again, but moving slowly, as she moved and made noise.

She tossed her bow and quiver in then tried to slide in sideways, but found that she had a bit of a problem getting her breasts through. She silently cursed them again, grabbing each with each hand and holding her breath, expecting pain from this. She pushed down hard and flattened her breasts as much as she could, managing to get the leftmost one in. She took a breath, suppressing her desire to cry out before pressing down on the right one. It was only halfway in, stuck right between the log and the ground when suddenly she felt the log shake. One of the hunters has just stepped on it. As he approached her it only increased the pressure of her breast, squeezing her hard between log and ground. She exhaled as hard as she could and yanked, letting out a muffled sound of pain as she kept her mouth shut as tight as she could.

The hunter walking over the logs seemed to freeze for a moment before continuing to walk along the top of the log until he was right above her. She could hear others walking in the distance as well, keeping an eye out for the "deer" they were chasing. The hunter standing right above her seemed to be sniffing at the air, suddenly declaring "Smells like the doe's in heat. I don't hear it anymore, but she can't be far. Come on."

Amunet breathed a sigh of relief as she heard them walking off, shifting her legs uncomfortable before noticing that it wasn't a deer the hunter was smelling, it was her. She had been so caught up in the excitement of running she hadn't noticed that she too had started getting "excited." She slid one of her hands down her body to feel between her legs. Suppressing a gasp at the slight brush against her engorged folds, fingers coming away more than just a little moist. She shook her head, trying to clear her mind a bit. Was she actually getting turned on so much by nearly getting caught naked?

She waited for a few minutes, until she was certain that the hunters were well out of the area before she squirmed her way out from under the log, taking the time to carefully extract her breasts, instead of just squishing them flat since she was no longer in such a rush. She reached back to grab her quiver and bow, but reconsidered, they offered no cover for her nakedness, and were just added weight and bother when she was trying to be stealthy. Instead she covered up the hole she was hiding in with a few branches and left them there. They were useless without a new bowstring anyways.

Looking up at the sky to get her sense of direction back, using the sun to figure out in which approximate direction Fair River lay she set out once more at a quick walk. The rest of her journey through the forest was relatively uneventful, the only exception having been a slight run in with some raspberry bushes that she ultimately decided to just go around. As she started to get close to town though the chances of being seen increased, so she moved slower and quieter.

She expected to be hearing people as she approached town, but not as many or as far away from town as she was. It sounded like at least a dozen people were chatting ahead of her, and moving in the same direction. She sped up a little to try and catch up, finding herself next to a road leading into town. In front of her: a three carriage caravan destined for Fair River and thus, destined for the market. She followed it close, keeping to the woods and out of sight as best she could until she saw her chance, nobody was looking behind. She made a mad dash, jumping into the backmost wagon. In here she was safe from prying eyes, at least for a moment.

She looked around the wagon, it was filled with crates of different sizes, each labelled with an intended destination. She sifted through them a little, not opening them mind, she wasn't a thief and wasn't looking to pry into someone else's belongings. One crate in particular caught her eye though, it was half opened and simply labelled "Fair River Market." Peering in she found it to be nearly empty. Nothing but a few foot long wooden poles, tapering towards the tip. They were well polished and lacquered to prevent splinters. The only other thing there was an even more curious contraction: a number of steel balls of increasing size set upon a piece of string. She shrugged and moved them all out of the crate, depositing somewhere they wouldn't roll away and be lost so that they could still be sold by whoever ran the caravan. Grabbing the lid she closed it gently over herself. The box was pretty cramped and there wasn't much room to maneuver, but she figured if it was going to the market she could just slip out and be much closer to home.

Closed up inside the box and safe from discovery, at least for the moment, she closed her eyes and relaxed. She yawned, feeling herself drifting off for the second time this day. She hoped that this time her awakening would be a little bit less rude.

The initial awakening was, in fact, less rude. She awoke to the sounds of other crates being unloaded, she was about to lift the lid up on her own to take a quick peek out when something very heavy landed on it. She could hear two people talking nearby, sorting out what went where it would appear and something about loose toys. She couldn't quite catch the whole conversation. It didn't matter much anyways since as soon as the wagon was empty she would escape and start making her way towards home, she must be mighty close by this point she figured. How wrong she was though. She heard the heavy crate being removed, then waited a moment before trying again to push up the lid, only to find that it had been driven solidly into place by the hard impact. In her position she could barely get any leverage to push it off. She was stuck.

It wasn't too long before the men came back for her crate. She felt herself being moved out of the wagon, light suddenly streaming in from a knothole right in front of her crotch. She hadn't noticed it before in the dark, but now anybody who looked in could get a very close up view of her slit. For some reason the thought of that made her shiver in excitement.

After the felt the box get set down she waited for a couple of minutes. It seemed like it wasn't going to be opened just yet. She leaned forwards, trying to peek out of the hole near her hole as best she could. All she could see though was feet. The feet of dozens of people as they walked by. Any one of them could be interested in this crate, could come take a peek to see what was inside, the hole couldn't be too hidden, it was facing the crowds. She started shifting uncomfortably, the thought that she could be discovered at any moment seemed to turn her on immensely. Almost subconsciously her hand slid down to her slit, gently rubbing it and getting it even more moist. She was teasing herself and barely even noticing. She never dipped her hand in, just as Iestyn would have wanted. She just rubbed her outer folds, her thoughts and her fingers keeping herself in a state of arousal.

Suddenly she smelled something that tickled her nose. A familiar smell, the smell of something Iestyn had her taste whenever she had been a particularly naughty kitty, and had almost been trained to get turned on by. It was the smell of her own arousal, trapped in this box with only one small hole for it to get out. This particular problem was one that made itself worse. Her arousal made her more aroused, as did her continued thoughts of being seen, and her fingers which even now continued to tease herself. This culminated into one very turned on kitty who was almost begging for a release.

Seeing no other choice, even if she got out now she would practically have to find some corner alone where she could let off some steam, Amunet decided to try a trick she had figured out recently. She shifted herself as best she could so her legs were wide open, trying to push herself up and slide forwards a little, simultaneously freeing her tail and exposing her slit. As a sphynx her tail was just as hairless as the rest of her, meaning it had an incredibly short layer of soft velvety fuzz. The lack of fur meant she could do something that near all other cats would find very uncomfortable. She grabbed her tail, following it along until she had the tip in hand and guided it to her slit, pushing it into herself.

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She slowly started to piston her tail in and out of herself. It's natural instinct to flick about when she was happy or excited helping as it wriggled around in her. She moved to put her hand down to try and steady herself in the cramped box, but instead it rolled on something, making her bump her head against the side. She held her breath at the sound, waiting to see if anyone heard it. After a bit it seemed like nobody had, she felt around for what her hand had rolled on, finding one of the long smooth pieces of wood she had seen earlier. In the near darkness she felt the tool, realizing only just now what it was probably for.

She grinned in the darkness, grabbing hold of her tail and pulling it out of her snatch, slowly sliding this new tool in instead. She didn't keep it in long though, just long enough to spin it around a couple of times, get it nice and slicked. Pulling it out again, she gently running a finger along one side to be sure it was nice and wet. She nodded in silent approval to nobody in particular before pointing it at her lower hole. She had to bite her lip to stop herself from moaning out loud as she slowly put pressure on the toy, feeling it stretch her ass open as the top poked through. Slowly the toy disappeared until only the very back end, just enough for her to get her fingers around, was poking out.

She lay back as best she could in the cramped crate, just enjoying the feeling of her ass being full for a moment. Her mind drifting and imagining it was Iestyn in there, giving her a moment to get used to it before he really got going. She whimpered softly, these thoughts only fueled the fire deep in her loins, it did nothing to quench it. She grabbed her tail again, once more guiding it to her slit and pushing it in, but this time instead of just letting it slide in and out, whipping around on its own, she kept a solid grip on it. Treating it like a dildo, mind a whippy didlo that spasmed around inside of her, she starting to roughly pump her tail in and out of her snatch. She couldn't help but moan softly each time her tail flicked up against her g-spot as she lewdly tail fucked herself inside this crate.

The market was a busy place, and it was only a matter of time until someone got close to the crate. Amunet heard the clinking of coin falling on the ground nearby, but it only spurred her on. She could see through the little hole the shadow of someone bending down to pick up the dropped coin. The thought that all he had to do was turn his head and he would be able to see her filled pussy and ass through the knothole in the crate was more than enough to push her over the edge. Quickly, she pushed her tail in as deep as she could. She tried to remain as quiet as she could, but she couldn't help but whimper loudly as her hips bucked, rocking the crate just a little bit while her juices were squirting around her tail.

Her orgams only caused her two more problems. For one her smell within the crate only got stronger which, even so soon after orgasm, was only making her feel really horny again. However this first problem was rapidly solved by the second. Her shaking of the box had attracted attention, and she froze as she saw the wide eye looking in through the knot hole at her. It wasn't long until she heard people rummaging about, and something about a crowbar. Moments later the crobar arrived and she could hear them trying to open the crate. Amunet prepared herself to take off as quickly as she could, and the second the thought the lid was loose enough she threw her weight upwards.

The lid flew off, pushing a few people back and giving Amunet a chance to jump where they had been a mere second before. Before anyone could react she was underneath a covered table nearby and crawling away. She still had the dildo in her ass and her tail shoved into her snatch, making each movement difficult as they rubbed and flicked inside of her. She wanted nothing more than to find somewhere she would let off steam once and for all, but she had no time. Scurrying away in the maze of interconnected tables to lose her followers before quickly diving into an alleyway, behind a few more empty crates.

With a moment to rest finally Amunet pulled the tail out of her pussy, looking at it covered in her own arousal gave her a terrible idea. One that she couldn't help but attempt. Looking around first to make sure nobody was around she carefully brought the end of her tail to her mouth, giving it a long lick. She tasted that familiar taste that was almost sweet, the taste Iestyn gave her whenever she was being truly naughty, just like now, and she loved it. She took the tip of her tail into her mouth, gently suckling on the tip. Her other hand dipped down to the dildo in her ass, sliding it in and out of herself and moaning. She imagined it was Iestyn again, just getting into fucking her as he slid his fingers covered in her naughty juices into her mouth and made her lick them clean.

Unfortunately an opening door nearby snapped her back to reality, she peered around the crates hiding her, a large brown dog had just opened the side door of a building and was tossing some trash. It seemed he wasn't too observant as he failed to notice both Amunet, and the door not closing properly behind him, the latch simply not clicking into place properly to lock it. It gave Amunet a chance to sneak over and peek in. Her eyes went wide at what she saw, a shop full of nude women and men showing off what seemed to be various implements made to be used in the bedroom. The majority of them were furred, but there was a couple of hairless breeds like her for some of the more erotic showings.

Figuring that if she could go unnoticed anywhere it would be in this store, she slips in and grabs the first item she can find that wouldn't cause her too much trouble: a wooden ball gag. She quickly looked over the paper that came with it and explained how to put it on, taking just a moment to slip it into her mouth. It wasn't comfortable, but it let her blend in easier. She quickly wandered through the store, intent on finding somewhere she could be out of the way and out of sight to hide until... what exactly she wasn't sure. Maybe nightfall so she could slip away and hide in the darkness to get home.

Caught up in her thoughts she jumped as she felt a hand on her shoulder, turning around to see the large brown dog she had seen outside earlier. "You must be new, I don't recognize you." he looks her up and down a moment, while she just stays still, waiting to see if she should bolt or not. "The gag is good, so's the collar, very impressed with the work, you bring that yourself? Dildo in your ass is a good touch too, 'specially since we actually sell that one. I think you need a bit more of our equipment through to make a good model. Follow me and we'll get you set up."

Amunet paused, then followed, hoping more 'equipment' meant more clothing. Even if it would probably be embarrassing clothing, it was better than nothing. Once in the back room, which was filled with the extra stock, the large dog barked out a few orders to people to grab things she didn't quite understand, not being particularly familiar with this aspect of sexual play. First thing to be put in place was a leash on her collar, which she had kind of been expecting, but it looked odd with three strips of leather coming off of it. She heard something being clipped to the back of her collar too. As a cuff went around her tail to hold it up she lifted up her hands to take off the gag and complain, but they were grabbed and handcuffed behind her back before she could even touch it. Finally the two extra leather straps on the leash attached to the cuffs, holding her hands up so she couldn't reach all the way down to the dildo.

The canine examined her again, nodding "I think you look much more like a suitable bondage model now. Let's get you back out on the floor then."

Amunet whined a little, the sound muffled by the ball gag. This wasn't what she had expected at all. She had to get out of here as quickly as possible. She knew how too, she just had to disappear out the side door again, maybe just hiding in the alleyway would be best.

Upon being sent back out onto the floor she was lead to the bondage department. Problem was it was near the far end of the store from the door she wanted to get to. Also since the bondage department had some of the biggest problems with customers abusing the models there was another large feline acting as a security guard who was supposed to follow her around as she showed off the products.

She had to choice but to walk through the store, her face bright red from blushing. She could almost feel all the eyes on her. While there were at least two before, she only saw one other furless now, and it was a male, getting less attention than she was. She averted her eyes from him as much as possible, finding he didn't even turn her on, at least not directly.

All the stares though, she couldn't help but feel the warmth between her legs. She almost wanted to show off, to have Iestyn here with her, for him to pound her raw in from of all these people. Really make a show out of it. She was snapped out of her reverie suddenly and tried to yelp, but the gag blocked it. Someone had cheekily decided to try and cop a feel, sliding a finger along her soaked pussy. She turned to face her attacker, but was unable to do anything. The security guard, however, was a different matter entirely. Having seen what had happened he forcefully tackled the offender to the ground.

The confusion gave Amunet what she thought might be her best chance to escape. She quickly ducked into one of the aisles. Her one goal in mind was to get out and get home. She really felt like she needed her Iestyn now too. She headed for the door, keeping out of the way of all the crowds until she made it. Fortunately from the inside it was a push door and she simply slipped out. It left her hiding once again with crates.

She looked up to the sky. Night was rapidly approaching, although the remaining light gave her a good look at the market. She recognized where she was, if only because she had visited here in guild work before. It wasn't too far from home, but it wasn't exactly close either. It also wasn't exactly in the best part of town. By day it operated mostly like a normal market, in that people came and sold their wares. The wares here, however, were usually less socially acceptable. At night, however, and apparently in the evening too, it became Fair River's red light district. Brothels, sex shops, opium dens, as a major trading port, you name it, Fair River probably had it, and if it was morally reprehensible, yet not illegal, it was probably in this market. It was not a good place for a girl to be dressed in bondage after dark.

Hearing the door behind her opening again she glanced back quickly before diving back into cover. She could see the security cat glance around, scratch his head and then walk back inside, clearly perturbed by his lost charge. She felt kind of sorry for him, she was sure her problems were bigger than his, even if she wasn't able to explain them to him.

Looking around once more she saw the market was near empty, it was twilight, and while the daytime shoppers had left, a lot of the night time shoppers had yet to arrive. It was the perfect chance for her to escape, find her way to safer streets and ultimately back home. She carefully ventured out from her hiding place, trying to keep low and out of sight, jumping from alleyway to alleyway and sticking to the dark.

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Unfortunately in her haste to stay hidden she didn't really look down the alleys so much. This proved to be a serious lack of judgement. She was peeking out, planning her next move, when suddenly someone grabbed her tits from behind. This also proved to be a serious lack of judgement, although not on Amunet's part. Here she wasn't trying to blend in, staying seen but unnoticed, this was on the streets. Her hands cuffed behind her back, she grabbed his chest back, suddenly dropping forwards, literally flipping the man over her head and depositing him harshly on his back, he screamed loudly as he tumbled through the air, not having expected this in the slightest. Her foot followed soon after, landing on his chest and holding there to make sure he was aware that she meant business. he didn't seem to mind though, he was getting a pretty amazing view.

Realizing where he was staring Amunet just moved on, it wasn't worth it right now and she had to get home. She doubted he would be interested in following her after that. And while she was right, the yelling attracted attention of another kind. At least one or two members of the city watch always patrolled this area at night, making sure nothing nasty was happening, and the yelling had gotten their attention. From a distance all the pair saw of Amunet was a figure, and the glint of her metal handcuffs in the torchlight. Assuming the worst, an escaped criminal of some kind, they shouted at her to stop.

Amunet heard the yelling and turned. Normally the city watch would be a grand thing to see, but right now if she was caught she would probably just be thrown in a cell for the night. Certainly one alone, the guard wasn't exactly keen on letting people get raped. Nonetheless everyone would be able to stare at her. Naked. She felt herself getting slightly wet between the legs again, but did not have time to dwell on it, she did want to make it home and not have to prove her innocence this night. She sprinted away from the two guards, who immediately gave chase, shouting the whole way at her to stop.

Amunet found once more that her tits were a problem though. While she knew Fair River better than anyone, and as an ex-guider she knew how to escape someone, every step brought more discomfort as her breasts bounced around unrestricted. It forced her to slow down enough that the guards could still keep up with her, although not catch up completely.

Quite suddenly though Amunet saw two people, probably two of the people she could recognize that she least wanted to see right now: a blue-grey and royally dressed short haired cat, and his white long haired wife, in a dress a size too small for her already fairly thin frame. Xavier and Liz. She sprinted past, hoping they wouldn't see her, but she didn't have that much luck. Xavier looked seriously confused for a second before taking off after the naked Amunet, wondering very much what was going on. Liz followed as well, if only because in her mind a hot naked woman in bondage could only lead to a hot threesome, which she would very much enjoy.

With neither armor, nor boobs to slow him down, Xavier managed to cat up to Amunet fairly quickly, Liz was a little further behind, but still managed to catch up eventually. The blue cat put his hand on the bound Sphynx's shoulder, trying to stop her running. "Alright Amunet, what in the world is going on here?" Liz, of course, tastefully adding "And is it likely to lead to sex later?"

Before Liz's question could be addresed though the two guardsmen caught up, getting a proper view of Amunet for the first time and seeming more than a little surprised by how she was actually dressed. "Alright, what in Vanguard's name is going on here?"

Xavier took a brief glance between the guardsmen and Amunet before stepping between them "I apologize, I believe this might just be my fault. You see, this is one of my 'working girls' if you understand my meaning. Unless she has done something specifically illegal, I believe there may simply be a misunderstanding."

The guards turned to Xavier, noting both his expensive clothing, and that of the woman standing behind him "Not as such, no. She simply looked suspicious, walking around dressed like that. May I ask who you are?"

Xavier smiled slightly "Of course. I am Viscount Xavier Errington." He gestured to Liz "This is my wife, Elizabeth Alana Lacey Goldwyn Redway Errington." He stressed the Redway part, the surname given to the Duke of Castle Redway and his immediate family. Amunet got a brief hand wave "And the working girl is Amunet if you wanted to know."

Both guards seemed to go wide in the eyes, realizing they were in the presence of two nobles, one of them a rather high ranking noble. They stood straighter at attention and bowed slightly, one of them speaking "I'm sorry Sir, M'lady, we were not aware of your positions. Might I just make the innocent suggestion though, to avoid future confusion, that the purchase of a proper house to display your girls may be more appropriate in the future. The streets can be a dangerous place, although we do our best to keep them safe."

Xavier just nodded, simply wanting to get the guards to leave them alone at this point "Noted. I think we can handle ourselves at this point though."

The two guards bowed again and walked off to continue their patrols, they seemed to keep their backs stiff and straight until they were well out of sight though. With them gone, Xavier turned to Amunet once more, moving up to remove the gag that was keeping the sphynx silent, leaving the straps on, but letting the ball portion dangle below her chin. "Now, would you care to explain how you ended up bound and naked, runnning around the streets of Fair River alone?"

Before she could even open her mouth to answer, Liz stepped in "Woah, wait. You're Xavier's Ex, aren't you? Holy shit, I did not notice this before." She grinned discomfortingly at Amunet "You owe us now don't you. I think since we pretended you're a whore working for us, you should come to bed with us and make it a little more realistic no?" Xavier's eyebrow went up, wondering just how Amunet would respond.

She frowned seriously at the two and answered Liz with a very firm "No. Not happening. I have a husband to get back to." She sighed "Although I suppose I at least owe an explanation for how I ended up like this."

She proceeded to launch into the story, explaining how she had gone from hunting in the woods, to a crate, to a sex shop, and finally out on the streets, simply not mentioning certain aspects of how she felt about it though. Liz seemed to find the story hilarious, Xavier smirked a tad too, but was better at keeping it hidden.

Suddenly it appeared to Amunet that she was wearing clothing that covered her, Xavier seemed to be straining just a tad "Let's get you home then I suppose, I can't keep this up for too long."

Amunet blinked in surprise "Well, apparently you can still be nice to me. Maybe if you had shown it at the guild we might have stayed friends."

Xavier's face dropped to a frown at that comment, while Liz pouted in the background that she wasn't getting the bondage threesome she wanted. She figured she would convince Xavier to drop by a bar and pick someone up who would be up for it while they were heading back to the inn. It could cheer the both of them up.

A couple blocks from home Amunet turned back to face Xavier and Liz "I really appreciate the help, but if Iestyn sees you two it is not going to end well. I think you should just end your illusion and head back to wherever you're staying tonight." She paused for a moment and sighed "Also sorry. I shouldn't have made that friends comment, you're trying to help me, and I just snapped at you. I think it's obvious it has been a long day for me."

Heading on by herself, now that the illusion of clothing that Xavier had put on her was dropped she hurried home, hoping nobody was around to see her. Getting to her front door, she kicked it a couple times to knock, her hands still bound behind her back.

In what proved to be a great surprised to Amunet, it was not her husband who came to the door. Instead it was Mia, the young woman who worked for them, and lived in the shop/house who answered. She looked Amunet up and down once with a rasied eyebrow before stepping out of the way. Simply calling out "Iestyn! Your wife is home!" And closing the door behind her.

Amunet sighed in relief. She was finally home. By this time of night the kids would be asleep in bed, so she wouldn't have to worry about them. She could just go crash. Looking up she saw Iestyn coming down the stairs, as soon as he saw her a great big grin grew on his face. It was enough to tell the sphynx that she wouldn't be sleeping any time soon.