I stepped into the first training area again. The cries of the mother and son disappeared as the door closed. More and increased volume of moaning and groaning echoed in this room. I turned my attention to the Centaur who was in the throes of fucking the Red-headed slave. She was moaning loudly while the black-haired slave begged for his cock in her dripping wet pussy.
The Centaur was desperate for relief with tears dripping down his face as his cock repeatedly plunged into her depths. Over and over again, the woman cried out in pleasure as he cried in despair, following his instincts to ejaculate. I watched my pussy growing moist. I decided to have some fun with Freya. She has been getting me off suitably in the mornings while making Stacy listen to my moans. It was pleasing how Freya was teasing Stacy without Stacy knowing about it.
After a decade, I found Freya's sadistic side coming back slowly. She was still very much the girl I trained her to be. That would never leave her body at all. But with her breasts, I feel like she has accepted herself more. With the regaining of confidence came the sadistic side she showed when I was young. I was extremely pleased to see it as well on her. Freya was very subtle about it, and the gradual change was perfect.
Her sissy clit was still caged, and I wanted to toy with it tonight before giving her the good fucking she deserved. I brought myself back to the present and realized there were other moans and groans than the loud ones the Centaur was making with the two desperate slaves.
Where Jackie was sitting on her stool before, Young Mistress Jackie was now sitting on the slave's cock. It was deep inside her pussy as he was using his hands and feet to remain her stool. The young mistress was even more ruthless while he was desperately trying to stay in position. I couldn't help but note that he was getting a serious core workout as she continued to ride his cock. His groans mixed with the occasional moan as she rode him too. To make it even worse for him, she had one of my riding crops. When he started to shake or lower his body, the crop would lash out low and behind her ass. I moved for a better view and saw the riding crop would land on his balls. Every time he would groan, but he was then more motivated to keep up.
I watched, stunned at the fantastic show she was providing. I felt proud as she did it to him, and I saw her expression of joy as she took her pleasure from him. I almost started to clap when I noticed her legs trembled from a small orgasm but decided against it. I quickly decided to leave for other things while she was enjoying her toy, finally deciding to learn what that random man's problem was.
I exited the training area and moved down to the cells finding the man sitting in the corner looking at me with extreme hate on his face. The look in his eyes almost looked blank, surprising me. My instinct told me he was staring at me with hatred and that he could see me. Looking at his eyes, though, I knew who the idiot was. He was the idiot that attacked me when I was walking Kitty and tried to use his authority on me. I gouged his eyes out, damaging them. The only way his eyes could be fixed is with those rare regeneration potions I heard about in schooling.
With the way his eyes healed, he got his hands at least on a watered-down potion that worked but did not have the same effects of something pure. I guessed he probably got it from a gang acting as a black market. If I was correct, though, he was lucky it even worked. I looked at the muscular man and took a silent step to the left. His pupilless eyes followed me without a problem. He could probably only see shapes, I guessed.
His eyes probably got the man removed from the guards since he could no longer do his duty. They probably kicked him out on his ass with a handful of gold at most. I guessed more that they didn't even give him the pay he was owed and just kicked his ass onto the streets when he came back with gouged-out eyes. No matter what, the entities that rule us are more callous than those that lead from the dark.
No one would stick up for the guard unless some officer thought he would get in trouble in the future or it would help their career. This man was now abandoned from his mistake. My plan efficiently worked like a charm without me needing to earn the Ire of the guards. Suppose I killed him, though, that was attacking the guards as a whole, and they would have relentlessly tried to find me. He probably couldn't even report the incident as it happened since it might put him in captivity instead. I smiled with a sadistic grin, knowing that my plans mode perfectly, except for the stalking. I was impressed with how damaged his eyes were that he could do so.
I watched him inside the cell, and I started to wonder what use this guy was. His hatred was pure, and I knew it would take a little extra work to train him. Did I need anything from him, though? I didn't feel the man was dangerous, so he was C rank now at best. More likely to be a D rank guard. I wasn't a Wizard anymore, so my ability to feel his mana type was gone, but Instinct told me he never got that privilege. Something I found nothing but stupid from the Empire. I never met soldiers of this nation, though.
His gaze of hatred could be continuously fell on me. He knew what I did to him. He also knew I did it on purpose, making him live in this new hell. I decided I wouldn't settle in a bubble, and I spoke. "So, How is your revenge on me going?" I asked with contempt.
His gaze stayed on me, and his mouth didn't move. We stared at each other before a hatred-fueled laugh came from him. "He, He, I will kill the bitch who robbed me of most of my sight. You are her, so I shall plot." He stated.
This hit me somewhere, and it hurt. My laughter peeled out non-stop. I laughed like an idiot, knowing any image I built up over the years would be destroyed if my toys saw me like this, as tears came out from my eyes. It hurt me how much my ribs hurt how stupidly funny his sentence was. I felt frustrations and concerns lift off me while I mindlessly laughed at his comment remembering movies from my previous world, and I came to a decision.
A decision was made from his stupid comment, but first, I hit the floor. The statement was so dumb that I couldn't stop myself from laughing. I had never had someone with so much malice towards me say something so stupid so seriously in front of me. It broke all my barriers, and I knew that I would die at this moment if someone attacked me. It pierced all the mental barriers that disciplined me for decades in multiple lifetimes.
I laughed so hard I lost track of everything until my body laid flat on the ground taking large gulps of air into my lungs. Recovery came slowly as I recomposed myself; looking at him almost set me off again. His expression showed more than hatred now and showed confusion with it. I slowly got up on my feet, knowing I had dirt on me now. My image slightly ruined to him. Still, I struggled to keep my composure.
I struggled to keep the mirth contained. It was difficult for a bit, and the struggle was real as every time my eyes landed on the idiot, it burst forth again. Finally, I got control of myself and took out the key, and opened his cell. He burst forth instantly towards me. My foot struck out immediately, hitting him in the stomach hard. He hit the back of the cell, and I winced. I stepped forward and checked to see if I did any damage to the wall.
With a sigh of relief, I found no damage and turned my attention to the idiot. I pulled the new bladed whip that I never used before. The man was struggling for breath as I pulled his head up to look at me. The whip released from blade form, and the sound of metal clicked beside me. "You are so stupid," I told him as I forced him to look at me. "That stupid comment made me realize you're too stupid even to be a toy. Selling you would ruin my reputation as a Slave Master. Keeping you would be keeping someone with a death wish in my camp. With two sentences, you killed all chances you had to live a quiet life under my beautiful feet." I told him. I saw him struggle and heard his nasal passages move and dodged as he spat at my face. It passed by my head as he stared at me with defiance and hatred.
"Bitch, I will kill you in the afterlife if not here." He stated with certainty. This almost made me chuckle again. Instead, I wanted him to see despair before he died.
This cell was isolated from the others, and my smile turned sadistic. "The afterlife, you can kill me?" I said, voice incredulous. "I have met the god of hell." I said, "I was worthy enough to be apart of his game and reborn. You are a pathetic whelp that hated a woman for defending herself. I was a boss of an underground organization that spread through multiple nations and made leaders of millions of people bow to my whims." I started my old identity. "Who the fuck do you think you are to mean anything to the God's above probably watching me. With an Idiot like you, I wonder if one of them will send down a decree to make you apart of the 'Game' I am participating in. You would be an easy opponent with how fucking stupid you are." I finished looking at him. His face was confused. "Sorry, I used too many words, and your comprehension can't catch up." I sincerely apologized to the idiot. I thought of an alternate way to make an idiot understand.
"I give up. I don't care enough. I will tell you one thing, though. If you meet Rick in hell or Elena, tell them, thank you. I appreciate the climate here more than there. I am very grateful to them." His expression turned even more confused. I no longer cared and knocked him out quickly with a swift hit to the nerve on his neck. He passed out, and I dragged him out towards an easily cleaned area near the cells. This was something I had the contractors make; since I didn't want to spend a ton of time cleaning if I needed to do a serious punishment.
It was a tiled shower. The shower shot water out at a much higher rate than anyone would ever find enjoyable able to bite into a person's skin. The showerhead could also be removed to clean the entire area. One additional feature of the room with two chains hanging down with shackles enchanted with suppression enchantments.
I dragged the worthless idiot and put him in the cuffs, leaving his body in the simple restraints. I then turned on the shower at a light setting and sprayed the idiot. With a batch of insults, he woke up instantly. I turned off the water, and I stepped away. I then ignored the subsequent insults hurled at me. I got the distance I wanted, and with a scream erupting from him, my new whip hit his back. He screamed bloody murder is voice cracking at the strength used in it.
His back spectating the various enchanted effects, wracked his body. Fascinated, I noticed frost, various poisonous effects, and even some light flames that all appeared simultaneously on his back. I was fascinated knowing each spike had a different enchantment. It took seven seconds for them to dissipate. My eyes glowed with happiness, and I cracked the whip on his back again. The cries renewed, and his voice cracks under the strain. His screams didn't stop as the enchantments continued his torture for seven more seconds. I waited to see the effects wore off, and I made sure to hit a new spot just as the effects dissipated. The effects started anew in the new location, and his screams began to become weaker as blood and flesh hit the floor. I watched and waited six seconds before the Whip hit a clean part of his back.
Something fascinating happened then, and the once weak screams redoubled. The previous effects didn't dissipate, and new ones arrived. I watched endlessly, fascinated with the impact of it. After seven seconds, though, both effects dissipated. I smiled happily, and I noticed I ran out of fresh back, and the floor started to be covered in his flesh and blood. It was a scene I was all too familiar with back in my mob days when I was still rising to the top. I smiled in the memory of it. Torture was a different art than a Dominatrix. This was something I comprehended in this life that I didn't understand in my previous life. I enjoyed his screams of pain, but it didn't touch my pussy like a scream of despair did. This whip brought out pure pain in the recipient, not anything else. It overwhelmed their mind with a large amount of pain, suppressing any other thought it seemed like.
I clicked my tongue in contemplation as I remembered I promised this Idiot despair. I was still horny as well from watching Jackie have her fun with her toy as well. This made me realize that I could do more before killing this idiot. I could only hear his groans now, and I decided that I could have some fun before continuing to test my whip. I left the room to the training area ignoring the Centaur and Jackie, who had their own versions of fun.
I came back swiftly with a cart with tools of fun. I stepped in front of the idiot whose head was hanging low as he groaned. Again I lifted his head and stared into his eyes. He looked defiant in pain, and his voice cracked as he spoke, "Is that it cunt?"
I smiled, seeing his hatred was still very evident. "Oh, Idiot," I said with a condescending tone. "You are so stupid you cannot understand even the level of trouble." I finished before turning to the cart for a second and speaking behind his back. "It's Cute that you think I can only do so little. I am an experienced Sadistic bitch. I love your pain, misery, and despair are all things I enjoy. If I die again, I wonder if in hell they will hire me this time?" I finished with an excellent question to myself.
I grabbed some tools and turned on the shower. "You know, There are many ways to inflict pain," I mention while getting into lecture mode. "There are tools that are made to damage the body so slowly they eventually die from causes of death that can only make us shudder. You can save many of them too. But Most time's you don't. you enjoy watching them die slowly or just leave them knowing next time you have a body to clean up." I mention as I gathered some salt. "I figured since you are so salty, I will treat you to some salt in your wounds to start," I said as I took a small amount and poured it into his open flesh wounds on his back. His scream filled the room for a moment before he grits his teeth, silencing his cry of pain.
I appeared in his sight again, looking at him, surprised with his defiant look. His hate for me showed. I smiled, looking at his expression with one of joy. "You are something fun to play with temporarily. But one thing I learned as a Boss back in my day is never to leave idiots around. They do stupid things thinking they are smart." I finished grabbing a strap-on from the cart, taking off my shorts, and slipping it on. I felt good wearing the protrusion, and I came back into his sight seconds after.
"I think we can have some more fun before you kick the bucket. What do you say, dumbass?" I asked quickly. His mouth opened, and I inserted the dildo into his mouth. I chuckled at how easy it was to bait him into opening his mouth. He choked on the cock right away as I shoved it down his throat. I felt my pussy moisten as he looked up at me angrily as I wet my cock with his saliva.
"You really are stupid," I commented as I made his lips touch the base of my eleven-inch cock. It was larger than any beginner should take, and I ruthlessly forced it down his throat. His gaging continued as I pushed it roughly down his throat ruthlessly and noticed the tears in his eyes exciting me further.
I pulled out as I realized he might vomit any second stopping that form of relief as my hand slapped his broken back. He screamed at the sudden eruption of pain again, and I looked at my bloody hand with disgust. "The blood of an idiot isn't really worth it," I said without thought, moving away from him. I lifted his body that was weak from the blood loss, and spread his ass cheeks. I didn't give any further warning pushing the strap on inside his rosebud.
He cried out, and I reached to his head, grabbing his hair. I watched his face as I started to fuck his ass. "What do you have to say?" I asked curiously.
"You," He grunted, "Are. A." I slapped his back again, interrupting him with his scream of pain. Soon he gritted his teeth. "Bitch." He forced out through gritted teeth. I notice though his cock got hard, and I smiled, knowing that I was hitting his prostate, forcing his body to feel pleasure.
"Really?!" I thundered and reached down with my bloody hand onto his small hard cock. "This makes me think I am a saint. Letting you release useless genetic code for the last time into the universe. But don't worry, I won't let you." I finished saying. I kept my hand on his cock through feeling the twitches as I fucked his ass. His face showed anger disdain, but he subtly started to show another emotion that made my pussy twitch in excitement. His embarrassment.
It was a fact that his body enjoys some part of this as I ruthlessly took his rosebud without his consent. His cock started to harden, and I smirked. "Ready to erupt in your lass useless attempt to release your stupidity genes?" I asked. I took the whip out again, and I poked his balls. The new scream erupted from his mouth as a frost enchantment killed everything inside while his cock erupted with sperm.
"Huh?!" I said, surprised. "Looks like I fucked up," I commented as his crackled scream continued while I pulled out of his spent ass and his body hung off the chains. Still, his small cock erupted for fourteen seconds, desperate to impregnate something. I looked upon it with disdain.
Still, my pussy was drenched as the idiot's scream was filled with pleasure after the enchantment lifted. "You really came from having that done to you. You are fucked in the head. At least your final moments will be helpful to me." I commented.
I decided to finish this and stepped back, and the once weak screams redoubled as I began to whip him again. The previous effects didn't dissipate, and new ones arrived. I watched endlessly, fascinated with the impact of it. After seven seconds, though, both effects dissipated. I smiled happily, and I noticed I ran out of fresh backspace, and the floor was coated with blood and flesh. I decided to check one last thing and whipped him to death.
In it, I learned one last thing from the idiot's corpse. Seven times the effects stacked together after that the new ones would overwrite the oldest one. My happiness shone as I decided to clean up the mess before it dried.
I started to clean up quickly, following one of the essential rules of a Dominatrix. Clean up after yourself.
I happily cleaned up the gore with the shower and questioned what to do with the body as the blood went down the drain.
In my head, happiness about my new weapon's effectiveness reigned supreme and pussy dripping with a sexual need for the night.