After a long night of playing with Baroness Hillary, she was left twitching and was passed out in my arms. I had woken her again and again and continued to make her cum with both pain and pleasure. Her body had been twitching since then, and I was sure for the next week, or so she wouldn't be able to sit down or sit on her knees without feeling pain. She would be sore all over, and she would also be having trouble walking. I am sure that even the bottom of her feet would be super sensitive and have trouble with that.
Overall it was a great reward for her that would keep the whore pain slut that she would be masturbating for years. I would have to contact her along with the Marquis and the Duchess and have them visit. I am sure that they could find themselves in other countries with their position.
Getting up from the bed at this point, I had too many things to be doing. Kitty was still untrained, but I would train her on the road again. I moved to the living room and dressed to go to the warehouse. I needed to do something with Melony, and I wasn't sure what I would do with her. If I could sneak her out or not, I would have to do it earlier rather than later. Plus, I could quickly snap his neck or something with that kid, so he didn't report it. I could then mask and blindfold her and transport her to the docks.
That might be the best plan, and I could have some more fun breaking her in later. Melony was a smart worker for that B ranker, and I could use her somewhere else if properly broken in. Still, the risk was there; she was only a C ranker and not someone important. Were her skills enough for me to keep her around, and would I be able to convince her to change her loyalties?
The last thought in my head chuckled, and I smiled. It wasn't a matter of I could change her loyalties but how broken she would be when I finished changing them. I looked at my tigers and wished I could have trained them more during our stay here. I missed sending them around and training them. This place had not been kind to them, and I was ignoring a huge part of my professionalism by not training them more. They were strong Beasts from the Northern mountains, and their lineage all but guaranteed that they would become magical beasts that could rank.
That required killing and training for them, which was one reason we left the Kingdom of Arlin. The fact that I hadn't been able to train these beasts more into killers and more and to look for blood was something that made me uneasy. These tigers were magical beasts, or future ones, to be exact, and the fact that I had been making them laze around wasn't for their own good.
It was one of the things plaguing my mind as it was the weakest part of myself right now. They were firmly D rank max C rank at this time, and I would have to find something for them to train on later. Maybe I could pit them against others in the future. Get them a taste for blood and train them up as my loyal guards. Either way, I would have to come up with something soon.
For now, I had to think about the last touch-ups for what to do this week, and that consisted of what to do with Melony and finishing off that fucking rat Sherry. I also needed to make sure the Marchioness and the Duchess remembered me for the years to come. I would make it so that they would visit me wherever I went. I would make sure that they would want to travel to me just like the whore lying in my bed now was going to be doing for the remainder of her life. As soon as her friend gave her to me, she was mine. A natural masochist like that who dreamt of those things would never be able to forget my harsh touch.
With that settled in my mind, I got dressed and decided against sticking around for breakfast this morning. Instead, I headed out instantly and decided to let Melony decide if she would follow me. I would lay it out in simple terms for her, and I felt myself wondering how she would be after the abandonment for two days in pleasurable torture. My other I would bring it back today along with a box with or without Melony in it. It was time to get ready to move.
Moments later, after my last thought, I cloaked myself and headed down into the shop seeing Stacy working with a customer. She smiled at me, and I ignored her, heading out without a passing thought about her. It was no longer that early, and I moved through slightly bust streets as people moved around the city.
Much to my satisfaction, that same spot drove my instincts crazy, and that told me the Necromancer Guild still hadn't moved. They were a terrible partner to have, but it was the partner that I had. I needed them to provide the distraction. I just hoped that the military movements were for them. They probably had some sort of leak in the Guild telling the Military what they were up to, and now wasn't the time to be getting close to them.
Giving up the graveyard was a perfect move, too, if I had to say so. I was sure that the gang members running it would probably die in the fallout, and Cassandra would probably have a hell of a time keeping everything together. A sociopath like her would be perfect for her to hold everything together. I would also have to visit her to find out where to put my stuff and which ship is the escape ship in the end.
Her meticulous planning was invaluable, and I would grant her her freedom by leaving her here without any orders. I wouldn't take off the collar that bound her to me, though. Not at this point, I wanted to save that for when I came back, and she submitted to me. Even then, a sociopath like her may do something crazy without a hand like mine to guide her. No, Not crazy; I shook my head at that thought. It would be so logical to Cassandra but would look crazy to the rest of us.
I had emotions, and it was a hindrance and a blessing at once. I enjoyed what I did and used empathy to plan around my adversary's plans. It was something that Cassandra could only do on the surface level. Her scary intelligence thought would help her immensely around many of her faults.
Lost in my thoughts, I arrived at the warehouse and checked the area, and quickly found the boy watching from a corner. It was great positioning, but he couldn't fully hide if he was meant to be watching such a warehouse that was partially hidden. For now, I would leave him there, and later I would slice his throat open when I was leaving with Melony.
I did not need a fight over a slave with someone of the same rank. He was even stronger than me, and it would cause a ruckus that I didn't want nor need when I needed to hide my strength. However, that was probably getting out by now.
Quickly I moved into the warehouse and locked myself in the office, taking a large portion of my day to go through a single set of movements. Sweaty from that, I stepped out, fed the woman I purchased, and told her that I may bring her to her new home today. I took extra food and walked into the second training area before opening the secret room where Melony was dripping with pussy flids and tears from her eyes. Long tear stains from her face down to her large breasts marred her skin, and I felt my pussy moistening. Her eyes were partially closed, and I grinned.
I opened the cell and was greeted with the smell of urine and feces. A constant low moan was constant, along with a much louder buzzing from the vibrators all over her. A moment later, the moan got louder, and her pussy erupted with a squirt, and it flowed down the vibrators down onto the floor. Her eyes opened a little wider, and more tears poured down her cheeks.
My pussy moistened, and I couldn't imagine what she would look like if she reached phase three of me trying to get information out of her. Only one person in my previous life reached that point, and I didn't have the time to do a proper job of it. Her body hung, looking so good on the edge of being completely broken. I could still see life in those eyes and hoped she would make it out one day. I personally wished for it to be a realistic hope of negotiating with me. For all intents and purposes, she was mine, and the chances of her former owner getting her were slim. She better hope that he doesn't even try, as I would kill her before he took her.
I stepped into the cell and started to unhang her from the ceiling. I took out each toy and torture device inside of her and laid her down on the rack in the training area. Her body smelled of sex and sweat. Feces created a pungent smell, and I wondered how that got past with everything firmly in place. It always did, so I set to clean it up while she continued to moan on the table.
Taking my time cleaning; it took me a while to clean two days of training filth. Some of it had started to dry, which was normal, and more had fallen on top. The woman lay on the table, and her eyes fluttered closed, resting. That was fine for a moment. I had to give her brain time to reset and bring back some rational thought but not too much. I needed her to have a twenty-minute nap with full rem sleep but not enough to regain her full awareness. I needed a broken woman, not a cognitive one.
Meanwhile, I continued to clean up and got to cleaning her, making her moan even as she slept. Nothing would wake this woman short of smelling salts and a bucket of cold water. I lightly bound her arms to her side and her legs together and headed out to grab said bucket after cleaning her body.
I grabbed water for her to drink and food for her to eat before coming back, and I sat down. I watched the big-breasted woman, and I wondered how she would respond. I watched her breasts rise and fall in all the telltale signs of sleep, and I got up after a bit and dumped the cold water on her body.
Instead of a large reaction, she groaned, and her eyes fluttered open. Her eyes were bloodshot red, and I smiled back at that smile she had seen so often. That unchanging smile, and I saw her body shiver and fear enter her eyes. She gulped, and I continued to smile at her in silence. "P" Her hoarse voice tried to say something but was too dry to complete it.
I took the water and fed it to her, and she gulped at the sips of water. I wouldn't allow her to hurt herself by drinking water, and she began to cough as moisture returned to her mouth and throat. I continued to feed her more and more water, slowly allowing her to breathe easier, and she attempted again, "Please, no more," She begged.
"Tell me," I said slowly, "What will you do if I free you from this place?" I asked.
Melony froze, looking at me smiling expression, and she shook her head. "I-" Her voice faltered as she tried to say something, "I couldn't possibly leave?" Melony said, her voice unsure and questioning.
"That is a good girl," I said still with the same smile, and relief poured through her visibly. "Tell me," I began again, "What are you willing to do for me?" I asked.
Melony looked at me and then at the now clean cell. I could see the fear in her eyes and looked back and forth, "Anything, Mistress," She said pitifully, and I continued to smile at her. That smile drove fear into her heart.
"Anything," I said slowly as if tasting the words in my mouth. Still, I remained smiling with the exact same expression. "Then I want you, Melony, forever. You will follow me for the rest of your life, devoting yourself to my cause," I told her slowly, "You will be punished and rewarded based on your value or lack of value to me. You have one chance, Melony." I said, my expression unchanging.
"O-One Chance?" Melony asked.
"One chance to choose. Devotion to me, Or," I let my voice trail off. I returned to my smile, and I watched her not saying anything more.
She looked at me with wide tired eyes, and I continued to see the fear in her expression. It was terror in her expression, and I wondered if the woman before me had the will she had before left in her. If I wanted to rebuild this woman in my image, I would have to take it slow.
I could see the hesitation, and tears started pouring down her bloodshot eyes. "M-Mistress," Melony stuttered out slowly, "I-I will," She sobbed, "I will devote myself to you," She cried, and I looked at her and allowed my expression to change. My smile changed to something softer and happier, and I saw her tremble at the change.
"What holds you back, Melony," I asked, looking at her, "Is it your previous boss?"
Melony trembled harder, and tears poured down, "I-" She began to say, but I pressed a finger to her lips.
"I know there is something holding you back, Melony," I said slowly, "What is it?"
"I'm scared of you," Melony said, frightened.
"Oh, Melony," I said, my voice plainly soft, "I know," I told her and stood bringing my lips down on hers, kissing her gently, and her body shivered at the gentle caress. "You should be scared of me," I continued slowly, "Devote yourself to me fully, and you will never fear me again. Instead, you will delight in my touches and looks. Devote, and you will lose this fear."
My lies made the invisible tension in her body disappear, and I saw her melt without even noticing as my finger glided along her. I knew this would all be temporary as she would remember the pain and suffering I inflicted. Her body was tired, and her brain wasn't working very well. Her rebellion would come back at some point. But I could see that she was in a place where I could work, and I smiled.
I only touched her softly and the contrast of soft pleasure made Melony moan. "Sleep, for now, Melony," I said in my soft and soothing voice, "Sleep, and you can show your devotion to me later."
Melony stared at my soft smile, and I could see the indecision. Her devotion wouldn't be real for now, and I knew it. But she was malleable now that I could train her in the future. If she shown backbone at this moment, it would have taken too long and wouldn't be worth my time.
I watched as she fought not to sleep and closed her eyes.
I should have fed her, but I will do that somewhere else. For now, I looked, stood up, and prepared to get her out of there.