The Princess became Nothing

[[Syla's backstory]] Once upon a time, there were a proud and fierce sergal clan, they were all knew and feared by any peoples living in the country, many unaware travelers have walked on their territory and none of them where as ever be found back alive, these creatures were extremely aggressive and were eating everything on the corpse, using the bones to create weapons, defenses, furniture , houses etc… Since their younger age, the babies were trained to became violent killing machines toward anyone who wasn't apart of the clan, they were all menacing and pitiless…all? No, every weak and kind sergals were having the same fate as the travelers, considered as some waste of time and useless food consumers but as good and quality meat nonetheless. The whole clan was directed by the same family, generations after generations, and they always knew this kind of life under the rules of their bloody leader without any unusual event. But one day, a rich family apart of the clan had a newborn, the mother, Malika, and the father, Dal'ik, were already proud parents of 13 children, all already warriors, hunters or being trained. But the newborn, her, was considered as weak, her arms couldn't hold even the smallest rock and her bones being as fragile as baby birds wing's ones. Her name was Syla, a female sergal. She would have been killed as soon as she was out of her egg but her parents, as strong and merciless as they were, Dal'ik being one of the best warriors of the clan, couldn't kill her, they were already considering her as their beloved child, not only them 2, even her 13 other siblings were playing with her or wished to protect her whatever it would coast, so they decided to keep her, hiding her from all the clan and making her living in their cave, but the chief, him, wasn't a fool, he already heard about Malika's pregnancy but never heard about the babies fate, so , someday, je visited by surprise the happy family when they were all having a nice meal, plowing through the door with 2 of his guards, he immediately spotted the 14th child and glared at it, ordering his guards to kill him as soon as possible. The whole family didn't said anything and was waiting for the babies head to fall under the blade of an axe but suddenly, Dal’ik screamed, opposed to the death of his daughter and begged for her to be spared. The chief chuckled a bit but managed to stay serious, respectful toward his warriors and knowing that it could be worth it, so he made a deal, Dal'ik would have to hunt even more for the clan, even if he would have to go out of the territory, thing dangerous, and he would have to offer his wife and all of his daughters to the chief whenever he wanted to satisfy his sexual desires, doing anything he wanted to them without any resistance from them. The father was horrified at the proposition and was about to argue when Malika stopped him and stood up at the same time as all of her daughters, they all accepted the deal while looking sadly at the ground. Happy, the chief threw the baby back to her mother and left the house and the family in peace, ordering them to repair the door by themselves, all the girls then cried and the boys were ashamed, but in their heart, they were happy to jave the baby with them. Syla kept on growing up in her family, all were still living happily without any problems, Syla was learning to read, considered as useless for the clan, but she was really trying hard to the point she could perfectly talk, write and read in English. Nothing exiting happened in her life as she was kept safe in the village every time a group of peoples were trying to end up the sergals and she never had to fight, the more she was growing, the more piercing she had, they were her hobby, she was making them by herself with bones or some random metallic materials she could find, she was beautiful, other females were jealous while all the males were attracted by her, but no one was allowed to be with her or to breed her because she was weak. Life was going like that a couple of months until she reached the age of 16 months (equally at 18yo in human age), she was then as weak as before, but all the protection, attention and happiness her family was giving her was making her extremely submissive, the exact contrary of the standards required bu the clan. Her life turned to disaster when a very cold winter was arrived, the whole clan had a lot of vegetables to eat but not a single piece of meat to consume, they would have all survived without problems with that but Syla was extremely annoying due to the fact that she hate vegetables, screaming and whining for meat that no one could offer, the only babies that were born were strong so not destined to be food, with that behavior, Syla quickly changed the mind of the chief, he couldn't handle anymore the weak girl, not only she was a shame to the whole tribe, but now she was being a bothering and useless being, it was enough for the chief, he then decided to kill her and told to his guards to do all the work, but Malika heard everything, she ran to her house and picked Syla in her arms, when the 2 guards entered, she was defenseless with her daughter in her arms, they were about to kill the 2 sergals regardless of the consequences until Dal'ik appeared and fought against them so Malika could flee, that's the last time when Syla seen her father before her mother ran to the sergal’s territory’s limits to leave her in front of someone's house, she ordered to her daughter to never come back to the village before running back to it, that was the beginning of Syla's new life, she never saw again her parents or her siblings anymore, unfortunately for her, the house where her mother left her was the house of some sergal hunters. They were 3 and jumped on the poor female before putting her in a cage, she would be sold to earn some money, sergal’s skins and meat were appreciated by rich peoples, the skins was used to make amazing clothes or furniture while the meat was considered as an aphrodisiac. Without any help, Syla had to find a way to save herself, she looked around her but didn't noticed anything that could help her, but she then looked down at her body and had an idea, she already saw her sisters being raped by the chief of the tribe and, seeing how he was enjoying it, she thought that the 3 hunters could have some fun in exchange of her freedom so she slowly began to rub herself while teasing them by dirty talking, and it worked, all of them were aroused and accepted her deal, it was too tempting to reject the offer, so they uncaged her and used her body to satisfy themselves, they even came in and on her, regardless of the fact that she could be pregnant. Her job done, they settled her free and they all fell asleep almost instantly, Syla used thos opportunity to steal some food and clothes, but most importantly, their wallets with all their money and flee to the closest city, it took her a month to reach it because she wasn't fast and didn't had any map or compass to help her, but she finally made it, it was a whole new world for her, the real civilization, buildings, traffic and everything that makes the city crazy, noisy and bizarre. She was just wandering in it, she understood everything because she learned how to read so it wasn't hard for her to start her new life here, but unfortunately for her, when she was reading a newspaper, a bandit stole the 3 wallets from her and all the money inside, she then lost everything, she panicked a lot and ran anywhere in despair to find a solution, begging some peoples to gave her some money, but they were all selfish, on of them even punched her and broke her left arm because her bones were to weak so she just gave up and decided to let herself die in a dark street, she was crying, thinking at her family, she lost everything, the peoples she loved and her only opportunity to start a good life, she was only a poor and anorexic weak sergal, things went even worse as 2 homeless peoples took her corpse and carried it deeper in the dark street to rape her, she didn't even defended herself, she was just done and hopeless, but when the 2 finally jerked off, one of them took her head and hugged it tightly, he ordered to his friend to take care of your arm while he was explaining to you that he was sort of the king of all the homeless peoples around here and that he wanted to protect her, with her piercings, she was already looking like a punk or a bandit so she couldn't be considered as a normal person in the society. As submissive as ever, Syla accepted the offer of the “homeless king", she had protection and a bit of money in exchange of her body, being used as a sex toy for the rest of her life.