Dominatrix System

Chapter 102 (Content Warning, Sex and Gore)

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.