Dominatrix System

I took the mother and son back, quickly passing by as I heard the centaur cry out and a female slave cry out with a loud sound of fluids ejaculating. I was surprised at the volume, and I looked over. Mistress Jackie was sitting on her favorite male slave with his balls in a vise as he groaned. I saw the crop came down on those balls, and the groan increased in volume. The slave's arms were shuddering as she sat on his stomach while he held her up with his arms and legs in a bridge position.

That looked incredibly painful, and the slave could probably only groan at this point. In the meantime, though, the centaur had a large dildo I had around deep into his ass while he pounded a blonde slave without stopping. Semen seemed to come out of her pussy as he pulled out and trusted in with mindless abandon. Another male slave begged him to fuck him too, and the centaur had tears streaming down his eyes, looking almost blank as he continued to thrust into the slave under him.

I looked at the male slave and noticed a small stream of semen leaving his rectum dripping onto the ground underneath him. His ass was stretched wide open and was twitching as he cried out to the centaur. I nodded and noticed another female slave counting off to the side the number of times the Centaur came inside a slave.

I turned, and I saw the mother and son looking at the scene in front of them with pale faces. The fear was noticeable, and they seemed to understand that things could be worse for them if I decided to change what I was doing to them. I didn't care, though, and I decided not to interact with Jackie at this moment.

I motioned for the mother and son to leave the training area as I contemplated the next steps that I would be doing today. I finished early, and Jackie still has things to be doing to the centaur. I had two options moving forward at this moment. First, I could go do a little shopping since I didn't think that Jackie had the female balls to snoop. Or I could watch Jackie and give her some pointers.

Both were valid plans, and I needed to decide soon. I finished bring the mother and son back to their cell, and they looked back at me with fear in their eyes. I didn't care, though, since I already made it clear how I am training them moving forward. If they took Jackie's love of ball-busting or the centaur as something that might happen to them, it wasn't my business.

I went, and I grabbed more food, though for the couple, and I made it a bit nicer for them. It was something simple sometimes that went a long way for slaves, and I brought it back in bowels before placing it in their cells before I made my choice.

I needed to go shopping, and the place shouldn't burn down if I left it for an hour. The marketplace was nearby, and hopefully, I could pick up some leather whips to replace my old ones. The thought of my old training whip that I had for years and my old bladed whip was gone from existence was something that greatly annoyed me. It also served as a wake-up call that there was much in this world that I didn't understand.

I had memories from the system that made less sense and were in the back of my mind. Some of them looked ludicrous, but it also told me one thing.

I was weak.

That was a fact in this world. In my previous world, Strength came from multiple faucets. One was financial strength to make things move all over the world. That was a type of power that only one percent of the population had. It was a rare power that grew as the digits in your bank account increased. Still, there was a max point on that financial power where it stopped getting you more power.

The next form of power was that connections. This worked much better in combination with financial power but was worth its own weight in gold. Connections in everyday circumstances helped me immensely when I had to do bad deeds and get away with it or get caught with only a slap on the wrist.

The last was a combination of two; Popularity and Political. These were not mutually exclusive in the world I resided either. Political, though, was the major aspect of it, and I was heavily involved in political dealings in the nation that was my headquarters. I needed to keep my backyard clean, obviously. The problem with that is the majority of them were corruptable with financial power.

It was stupid, and when I think about how things in this world, I could see many similarities as well as differences. The power in this world had all the Finacial power, power of connections, and Political and popularity my previous world had. Still, it had one that I lusted for that overcame all the others.

Personal power!

Personal power in this world was something that Mana introduced that had nothing to do with my previous world. The more personal power you had in this world dictated where you could be on the ladder. If you are weak and have the financial power of someone higher, then you better have a large backer. Otherwise, you will have that stolen by others with the personal power to keep that wealth.

It was fascinating how that personal power changed things, and I knew I needed to increase my own.

I woke up from my personal thoughts as I noticed the confused stares of the mother and son staring at me. It seemed that I was just watching them after I handed them the food and lost myself in thought. I turned then and left the couple to do what they wanted. I then headed out the front gate and quickly headed to the nearest business area or marketplace. It wasn't very far either, and I looked through wares in a slight hurry. Although I had time, I did not, in fact, have a lot of time.

Finally, I came upon a weapon store, and I entered the shop that was set up. It held many iron weapons all around and some bows. They were some of the most popular weapons that I knew among common folk in this continent. It made me wonder if there were more continents in this world as well since I have heard this phrase more than once in my travels.

At this moment, though, that was beside the point as I moved through the store looking at the weapons. It wasn't a high-end store, and I looked through it casually, barely finding anything of note. Then I came across an old-looking bladed whip that looked interesting. The metal didn't seem to be iron, but I could see some rust on it.

This was an old piece of historical weaponry; it also looked interesting since it wasn't a typical bladed whip. It seemed looser as I picked it up. It came with a short sheath that moved with it, it seemed, and that caught my eye. I looked at the blades, and they seemed to link together in a sort of curve into each slot. I looked it over, and I was intrigued.

I decided quickly and took the whip for myself. It needed cleaning up, but I could always start a collection even if I didn't use it for battle. In fact, it was something I believe I should already have done so something like this wouldn't happen to me. I now needed a primary weapon for my dark persona, and I already should have had ten to twenty potential ones ready. My old primary bladed whip and leather one were for beginners that it was only really useful for dealing with people weaker than me.

The Sadist's whip that I got from the system was the only primary weapon that worked for my current strength. Again it was unacceptable, and as I looked around in this small weapon shop, I found nothing that caught my eye. I sighed, and I paid the shop owner for the whip. Since it was rusted, I only had to pay about ten gold coins. This was cheap and, with the current condition of the weapon, was a little overpriced.

I didn't have the time to haggle, so I accepted the price while noting it in my heart that if I came across this man in the future to be a little harsher with him. That was it, though, and I wouldn't get hung up on it as I traveled through the marketplace until I came across a small shop selling musical instruments. I entered inside and was startled at the condition of the instruments inside the shop.

Unlike the other shops I had seen in this marketplace, this one was immaculate, and the instruments seemed well taken care of. I looked around, thinking that a reward for Freya wouldn't be out of line. I knew that lately, her mana seemed to be growing steadily, and she only had the flute that her father purchased years before. It wasn't a bad instrument, but as I found recently, having backups wasn't a terrible thing.

I started to look at the flutes, and my eyes landed on a flute that seemed genuinely unique. It was entirely bone-white, and upon picking it up gently, it was, in fact, it was made entirely of bone. It was the only one it seemed inside the store that appeared to be made of bone, and it looked unique with etches into the bone along the entire shaft.

I continued to look at it, not knowing if this was something that Freya could use when a woman stepped up to me. "Hello, I see you are interested in that flute." The woman said, stating the obvious.

"Yes, I have a trained bard that is growing in power and needs a new flute. She is not yet B rank, and I am wondering if this is something suitable for her. I should probably bring her around, but this seemed interesting to me." I finished.

The woman watched me for a minute, thinking about all the clues to my identity that I gave, and looked at my body once again. I turned to her, looking up from the flute to see her appearance. She was a tall black-haired woman that had hair in long curls down her back. She wore a brown robe or dressed with a belt around her waist. I took in the details, and I felt my instinct say that this woman wasn't a threat but was shrewd.

"Well, This flute isn't something a bard would typically use," The woman said, "It is made with beast bones and creates a unique lower tone that most flute players wouldn't typically use." She paused before continuing, "Still, this is a unique item that typically isn't found in these parts and can diversify a bard's sounds if that is what you are interested in." She finished with a polite smile.

I looked at her for a couple of moments. The problem was that even though I had a toy that used these things, I wasn't educated on them. I wouldn't know if what she is saying is the truth. That unsettled me until I looked down at the flute while ignoring the woman for a moment.

The flute was interesting. That was all that mattered to me, and frankly, I was willing to pick it up, for now, to see if that interest was worth anything for Freya. If it weren't worth anything, I would have the gang come in a couple of months after I left to wreck the place and be done with it.

I smiled with that thought, and I turned to her, "I will purchase it," I replied simply, much to her surprise. The woman leads me to the counter, where the flute cost me just under a thousand gold coins. That was expensive, but I didn't pause, giving her a predatory grin as I put down the coin for it. I finished with a simple line, "You better be right, or I will be back much to your demerit in the future."

With that, I exited the store with a confused woman behind me, and I traveled back to the warehouse. I might not have found a whip that I could use, but I liked the look of the flute. That was enough to put me in a slightly better mood as I had something to reward a good toy.