The mother and son followed now dutifully behind me, looking meek as I stepped out of the showers. They followed me out of the showers, and the whip marks started to heal on the young man. I brought them out to the room Jackie was in. At this point, the Centaur was on one of the women with a large puddle dripping from her cunt of white liquid. Each of the pillories had a pool of white liquid under them. The man's ass was also dripping with that same liquid. He cried out for the centaur's cock to fill him as I noticed something about that male, too; that his balls seemed red from abuse to them. My thoughts were confirmed when Jackie came by with a crop whipping down upon those balls.
"Beg louder bitch boy. I don't think he hears your pathic cries!" She said to him harshly.
I turned to watch the Centaur even as I heard a fresh male voice cry out, "Please, Master Centaur, please fuck my tight little cum dumpster!" I ignored the male slave crying out as Jackie went on with criticizing his begging. Jackie had a pronounced love for ball torture that I did not have. I didn't mind it, but it wasn't something that I glorified as she did.
Then again, I glorified in general pain and emotional suffering probably even more than she likes ball torture. The centaur in my vision, though, looked exhausted. His hips were thrusting into the blonde slave much more slowly than usual. I brought the mother and son into the training room. The mother gasped as she noticed the slaves in here while the son looked horrified.
I walked past the fourth slave, counting the number of ejaculations that the Centaur has achieved today. I entered the area of the cells and brought the mother and son back to their cell. "That training is something that might happen to you two if you don't understand what I mean about entertainment," I told them flatly, earning their attention as I closed the cell behind them. "That Centaur will probably be trained to last no more than two or three events before being disposed of if he cant be sold. If you want to last, remember that my training to you two now is for you, not me." I said, making it sound like I was appealing to them.
The mother and son looked at me with horrified expressions. Then they realized what I was doing for them. The realization could be seen on their faces as they discovered that I was doing the best I could for them to remain together. Instead of looking at me with fear, they saw hope and gratefulness. I left at that smirking when they couldn't see me.
Frankly, the only reason I was helping them was for my reputation after I left this empire. It would make me a wanted commodity when I traveled through the nation in the future if these two were still going years from now. Entertainment was an essential thing among the Nobility in the Empire. It was quite different from how the Kingdom of Arlin required strength, with the only preferential treatment being for their family before others.
As I left the cells after seeing to making sure the slaves in them were appropriately fed, I joined Jackie again. The Centaur was now on the male slave. Its knees kept bending to thrust into the slave harder and faster. Jackie was laughing, and a riding crop whistled through the air, landing on the centaur's ass. The centaur cursed as I came into the room, seeing fully what was going on. The riding crop came down two more times in quick succession.
"Ah, You need to cum three more times!" Jackie exclaimed. "You have one minute to release a load into your partner before I decide to put some of your favorite medicine onto that swelling prostate gland inside your ass," Jackie said with a sadistic grin that made me happy. With that genuine threat, the Centaur started to thrust with increased enthusiasm. The male slave under him cried out, and I realized that Jackie had already made the Centaur completely not care about the fact that it was a male hole. The threats punctuated with follow-up would be the only thing that moved him like this.
I positioned myself and saw a swollen ass on the centaur with a large insertion in it. It was also vibrating, and I realized why the centaur was so desperate to keep away from the aphrodisiac. I never specified that she could use the ass hole. Then again, I can see why she did so. Jackie started to count down loudly about ten seconds earlier than she gave him. He wouldn't know that, though, as he desperately tried to cum.
"Two!" Jackie enthusiastically shouted out.
"One!" She followed up quickly.
"Game over!" Jackie yelled just as the centaur released his seed deeply in that slave's ass.
"NO!" the Centaur screamed out in despair as Jackie's riding crop landed on his balls.
"YES!" Jackie yelled out; happily; She didn't even wait and pulled out the large dildo from his ass. The asshole puckered stretched out from the dildo. She grabbed some of my large gloves and ordered, "Stand still!" She then grabbed a handful of that aphrodisiac in her gloved hand before stepping up behind the Centaur. She then shoved her hand into the Centaurs ass with glee as he cried out in both pain and pleasure. I then notice her arm go in a little with that hand and started to twist and press inside. The Centaur loudly moaned, and I could even see his balls twitch as she worked inside his ass.
She then pulled out of his ass and stood back, taking off the glove. Then grabbed that sizeable vibrating dildo and shoved it back inside without mercy. Jackie then ordered him to fuck another slave of his choice.
The male slave seemed to be the recipient even though the two female slaves cried out for his cock as if on queue. The man under him cried out in pleasure, thanking him for choosing him to be the recipient of his massive horse cock. I watched as the Centaur went to work and he cried out as the sadistic woman behind him injected extra mana into the vibrator inside him. The vibrations increased in more than just volume, and the Centaur cried out.
"Jackie," I said slowly as I watched her overpower the enchantments. Jackie seemed to wake up and turn to me. Without thought, she walked over to me and turned to watch her training.
"I am two more ejaculations from making him hit forty," Jackie said with a proud smile towards me. "At first, I thought the aphrodisiac on his cock would make him cum faster. I started to put it on even more liberally than you did." Jackie said, making a report of her training method. "That didn't seem to increase the speed of ejaculation, though." She said with a frown. Then turned to me and said," Then I thought what if I increased the pleasure that he felt? So I started to stretch his asshole with my hand and fingers. What I learned is that the ass of a Centaur is huge and can only use large insertions." I nodded as she stated that fact, "Then I noticed that I could use some of your larger dildos and vibrators on that to increase the speed of ejaculations. It worked, and now he is almost like a broken faucet. With the combinations of threats and aphrodisiac, he is following instructions perfectly." She finished with a smile.
"Acceptable," I said, knowing full well I would have done multiple of the same things she had done. I wasn't as interested in the Centaur as he released another moan while cumming inside the slave. He then got down and ran over to a black-haired female slave. He inserted inside her, much to her pleasure. The other female slave cried out in separation, begging for his horse cock. "Finish up here and clean up the slaves in the showers this time," I told Jackie, receiving a nod. "Make sure that he finishes the number of ejaculations, though."
"Yes, Mistress Sally." Jackie nodded as I walked away.
I sat in the office for a little bit thinking about the mission tonight. I would be ranking up my system with the blood of my enemies. I sat down, and I contemplated things like I hadn't done in a while. I had been so caught up in everyday activities in my current plot to increase my voice that I never sat down to just think. This was a habit that I took up in my past life as a mob boss. When I could at the time, I would review what I knew and wanted to know, and it was something that changed many decisions I was going to make for the better, I believed.
The Centaur wasn't going to be a problem. His training just needed that edge to send him over the edge of sanity to a mindless fuck machine bent on filling holes as best as possible. It was almost an insultingly easy job to do. Still, the noble just wanted my fresh name stamped on a slave. It was a professional compliment, even if it was insultingly easy. It was something I had never done before in this life, though. I still never had sifted through those new memories from the system, either.
Many of the experiences were interesting such as a woman named Kathrine that was a Dominatrix herself. The memory was one of the first and most fierce to try to take over this body. She was an interesting woman that used her body to gain power in every way she could. She had done it as well, ascending almost to the throne of the continent that she lived on. The problem was that she put too much into her slaves and not on herself. When a powerhouse of wizardry came from the shadows, they had an epic duel that I couldn't understand fully. It happened in the skies, and that confused me as it felt effortless inside the memory.
The duel, though, lasted weeks and changed the surface of miles of land under them. However, the Wizard won the duel when one of the Wizard's friends came out of the shadows as Kathrine focuses on the Wizard's spell with her whip. The scene looked so unusual I couldn't understand fully what was happening but the dagger in her back ripping through the flesh was something I could understand. Kathrine's final look of disdain on the person behind her was piercing, as was the blade of the second dagger as it pierced the side of her skull, ending her life.
It was a harsh lesson in this memory not to create too many enemies. A dagger from the dark is a lot more hazardous than that in front of you. It was a lesson that I remember from my previous life as well. The more power you had, the more you had to hide that power. There was no such thing as invincible or immortal there was only the powerful and the weak. Even the weak can kill those stronger than them too.
I was a crack shot in my past life, the gunfight that finally ended my life; I took many down with me. I killed more than the number of bodyguards I had loyal to who died in that final battle. I guarantee that those that attacked me were the politician's bodyguards as well. Otherwise, if they contacted professionals, I would have been warned. My control in the underground world was almost absolute. That meant that many were envious and wanted to dethrone me. Lonely is the throne, for many are looking to take it for themselves.
This made me think of the present. I wasn't creating any more enemies than I had to. The Northern beast mountains didn't know who killed my cute tiger's protector was. That was a mystery to them and a reason I was going south away from that war. I didn't want to paint a target on my back with the beasts.
The necromancers guild was another potential enemy. That was a mystery in itself, though, since neither had declared what the other thought of each other. The attack seemed to be a probe meant to scare me. They had succeeded, and then I raised the prices of the bodies they wanted. It could be they were willing to take the insult, but I think another meeting with them now that I raised a rank might be in order.
The thought caught on with me in my mind. I thought that maybe it would be better to keep my rank hidden from them. I didn't know how strong their organization was in total. Mine, though, had only a single B rank. That was miles higher, though, than when I met with them originally though. A C ranker owning an organization and a B ranker owning an organization meant two different things.
The Necromancer guild was an organization that would never be able to recruit openly and would need to be very careful in its movement. It would be best to have them on my side in the future, and coming to an agreement with them would be best. This is only double so with the amount of undead that they must-have in the city. Making it seem like I don't know about the army might be a good thing in my position of bargaining. Or at least make it seem more sincere as I try to work with them.
It was a hard decision to come to, though, bringing myself more into the light for a chance at an alliance with the mystery guild. The thoughts I had around it all were not pleasant, but the truth was I needed them to slow down whatever operation they probably had in the works. If I kidnapped and began training the City lord and his family when that army erupted, all of this would be for nothing. The City lords disappearance would not be acceptable in an emergency such as that.
I stood up in the office and decided quickly with my usual quickness. The time spent in my thoughts was helpful in my plans again. I would make a second attempt to become allies with the Necromancer Guild. I would show them my might and demand respect. Either we came to terms, or we fought. I wasn't afraid of either decision.
I opened the door to see Jackie there looking annoyed, but she quickly contained it. "Mistress Sally!" She exclaimed in surprise. "I finished cleaning up the slaves, put them in the cells, and Cleaned up the training area." She announced.
That was what probably annoyed her was that she had to do that all herself. "Well, Let's inspect your work then, And tell me, Did the centaur cum forty times?" I asked her with a raised eyebrow.
"Yes, Mistress, The slave I had off to the side counted Forty-one times since at the last one he orgasmed twice in quick succession," Jackie announced happily.
"Okay," I said, "I will check with that slave, though," I told her, making her blush, "I want to double-check to see if I can trust you again, Jackie. Next time don't disappoint me like you did the first time."
I walked out of the room with Jackie close on my heels to inspect the cleaning she did.