The mother and son were both weak, dripping with semen and female ejaculate. Crisscrossed streaks marked their backs from my whipping as I fucked them from behind. The mother had semen dripping from both her pussy and her ass, and her breasts heaved in long breaths that made them jiggle.
Both were still turned on from the gel I put on them, but I was done with them for now. I smiled brightly as I stepped back. Satisfaction from listening to both of them cry and beg for mercy filled my soul. I would always enjoy them some more, and I could think of some interesting things if they were mine at the end of the day. Alas, they were not my property, and so today, I would take them back to their owner sexually charged.
"Get up," I casually ordered them as they laid on the table with the mother partially covering her son.
The mother slowly got up with her son moving to follow her up. In the meantime, while they got up, I grabbed the anti-scarring creme to make them put it on each other. As I moved to do it to them, I could hear low moans as every movement on their skin brought them pleasure even as semen and female ejaculate moved down their body like a slow-moving syrup.
I got the cream and looked down at the metallic Strap-on sticking out of me from my pussy. It dripped with the fluids of my pussy at the base along with the pussy juices and both the mother and son's anal fluids. I smiled as I remembered their cries again, and I turned to see the mother and son finally standing with both of them still breathing harshly. I tossed them the creme, "Lather each other wounds with that. It will heal those scars I left on you," I told them.
I moved, reaching down, pulling out the metal cock from my pussy. I suppressed a slight moan that wanted to escape my lips as I did so. I sighed with remembered pleasure and orgasms that my legs still slightly trembled over. I began to put away unused toys while watching the mother and son.
I didn't give them much attention, and soon their scars disappeared without a single sign of the abuse I gave them just hours before. My pussy trembled still as I thought about whipping the mother's softback as I fucked her in the ass while her son moaned from his mother penetrating his ass pussy. The cries and begging all flashed in my head, and I shook my head.
There would always be more slaves I could train and other toys. Slaves would never be in shortage since this world was like this, and My smile was broad and showed my satisfaction as I finished putting away the unused toys. The mother and son quickly finished erasing the scars with the creme, and I sent them to the shower to clean themselves up.
They both left into the showers, and I locked them inside. It was the moment when they would want to flee most of all, and I needed to grab things for them. I left the training room, and I heard loud cries as I heard a crack of the whip. A roar of pain erupted from a man, and I heard Jackie yell, "You are a stool! How dare you fall down while I am using you for your purpose!"
The crack of the whip hit the slave again, and his cry of agony was one that hit my ears sweet point. I looked over at her and saw the slave she liked groaning on the floor in agony. I walked past while seeing the centaur thrust into the other male slave. His cock thrusts into him repeatedly, and the male let out a low groan, and I saw semen dripping slowly out of the man's cock.
The Centaur looked tried, and his eyes glazed. He looked at the red-headed female slave with glazed eyes, looking at her like he was his salvation. As soon as the Centaur got off, the Centaur's semen began spurting out of his asshole onto the front of the Centaur as he dismounted. He moved over to her, and I saw her shaking her head in the vise with a moan. "Oh, God, Again," She said, and I wondered if Mistress Jackie even gave them the gel. It didn't matter much to me since these slaves, if they survived, would be given to Cassandra to do miscellaneous things or maybe something else afterward. But I wouldn't have an immediate use for them anymore.
I watched as the Centaur mounted her and easily lined up and shoved his long hard horse cock into her making her moan. The Centaur was ruthless and began to thrust as fast as he could like an animal with glazed eyes venting his lust without care to the world around him. He looked like a beast instead of an intelligent free-thinking Centaur like he was.
It was that his mind was slowly losing grip with reality, I believed, and I nodded in pleasure at the thought. Jackie was doing a decent job with him even as she sat back on her stool again. The slave's arms and legs trembled under her, and the crop she now had in her hand cracked against his ass. He corrected his stance and was much more still, and Jackie ground her ass into his back and smiled.
"Ah, Mistress Sally," Jackie said happily. "I didn't see you there!"
"I was passing by and took in the current scenario. I will be finishing my contract today, so you can spend a little extra time today before I come back," I informed Jackie, and her smile grew.
The look of the slave under her ass, his expression was shaken, and his trembling increased. A loud crack of a crop landed on his ass, and he moved forward slightly and regained control of his body, holding up his Mistress. "That is wonderful to hear!" Jackie replied, "I will see you when you come back then unless you have something you would like to talk to me about now?" Jackie asked.
I shook my head slowly as I began to walk towards the storage area, "No, I have nothing to talk about at this moment. You are busy; enjoy!" I finished, entered the storage area, and grabbed some clothes that I got for the delivery of slaves. They were simple dyed burlap clothes. The black didn't make the sleeveless shirt and shorts look as cheap as they were. They were a simple improvement, and I took out two of them. I took a moment to find one that could contain the mother's ample breasts before I grabbed some simple chains. I left the storage area, walked back into the training room, and saw Jackie putting her hand in the Centaurs ass.
"Cum, you beast, Cum buckets into the whore, you stupid beast!" Mistress Jackie ordered, and I couldn't help thinking she might hurt herself if she wasn't careful. Her arm withdrew just as the Centaur went crazy and thrust faster and faster in the slave under him, and he cried out, releasing a stream of cum into the woman. Her cries went ignored, and I entered back into my training area without thinking about Jackie's training.
I walked over to the showers, unlocked the door, and saw them just finishing cleaning each other up. Neither wanted to look each other in the eyes after what I did to them today. I reached and grabbed some towels and tossed them at the pair after they turned off the water. They were both now cleaned up, and the towels hit their wet bodies.
They needed no order, and although I could see that the boy's cock was still large and the mother was dripping fresh liquids from her pussy after they dried themselves off. The effects of the gel wouldn't leave that quickly, which was perfect for the delivery. I tossed the proper clothes to both of them. "Put these on," I ordered them flatly.
They both put them on, and after a long time without clothes, I could see that the clothes were not comfortable for them. These were very cheap clothes, and I didn't expect them to feel comfortable in them. In fact, the clothes probably felt scratchy on their skin. I walked up to them, and I put on the shackles just to make sure there were no misunderstandings as I brought them to their owner.
As soon as I finished the basic shackles on their arms, I nodded. "Time to go," I told them, and both their expressions were full of anxiety despite both being incredibly horny at this moment. I moved them through the training area Jackie was having fun in. Jackie smiled as her crop came down with a loud crack as the Centaur cried out in a fresh ejaculation. The slave under her ass cried out as the crop hit him again, increasing his struggle not to tremble.
Then we were out into the cells walking to the entrance without stopping. For the first time in over a week, the two saw the light of the afternoon sun. They followed me obediently, faces filled with anxiety as I walked them out of the warehouse.
Slowly we walked through the streets, and except for some questions, if the mother was for sale, nothing much happened. Men looked at her breasts and appreciated them. It wasn't until we reached the Nobility district entrance that a guard seemed about to stop us when a guard shook his head.
"MIstress Sally," The Guard said very much to my surprise.
"You know me?" I asked.
"I am pulling an extra shift for guard duty. One of the men here got sick, and I was called over from the entrance near your tailoring store. Although few know you, I happen to have seen you once before entering the shop. It is hard to forget a free Beast-kin in the Empire." The Guard explained, "Please forget we ever pulled you aside."
I watched him for a moment and disliked that he remembered me. But he was correct on one point. I was a rarity in the Empire, and I would stick out like a sore thumb. Still, it was convenient timing since I wanted to surprise the noble.
"Thank you; I will not say a word. Have a good evening..." I trailed off my voice and smiled, "I am sorry; you have me at a disadvantage, May I ask your names?"
"I am Hilbert, and this is Gregory. Pleased to make your acquaintance with a beautiful woman as yourself." The Guard said, introducing them both.
I smiled broadly and nodded, "Nice to meet you both. I do have a delivery to make, so please excuse me for not wanting to talk further." My smile was sweet, and I saw a blush on both their faces.
"Please have a good night," Hibert said with a smile and rosy cheeks.
I walked past into the noble district, thinking of the pros and cons of killing those two guards. It probably wasn't necessary, but I disliked that they knew me.
To kill or not to kill. It was a tough choice, but I decided that they were better alive to reinforce among the guards. I was a slave trainer.
With that, I dropped it moving towards my destination, looking for the right mansion.