Dominatrix System

We made it to the hideout quicker than expected. I looked around, seeing gang members getting ready. I decided I had time to kill and went into a private room. I looked at the system the gods gave me, and a vicious smile appeared on my face.

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Name: Sally

Age: 15

Titles: Ex-Slave, Apprentice of Jack the Torturer, Martial Genius, Apprentice Wizard, War Provoker, Gang leader

Race: Beastkin - Phantom Snow Tiger

Level: 2

XP: 9555/10000

System Points: 51500

Energy: 1330/1330

Strength: 75

Agility: 130

Vitality: 55

Toughness: 67

Charisma: 22

Intellect: 81

Wisdom: 73

Luck: 16

Points to Spend: 0

Shop - Items Available;

Inventory - 0 Slots Available;

Lotto - No spins;

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I looked through the records a bit, noticing something new. Inside it showed the training of both the Marchoniess and the Sissy under her. It then multiplied it. It effectively doubled the training on the sissy. This was weird. Did that mean inside my system that relationships matter?

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Records:

+500 points for training both Master and Slave

+500 points for training both Master and Slave

+500 points for training both Master and Slave

+500 points for training both Master and Slave

+500 points for training both Master and Slave

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This went down for a bit, and I recognized what a gold mine I just learned. I saw the points for both of them separately missing. I did notice, though, that my training the sissy mouse-kin was still earning points. This extra was only for yesterday.

The system recognizes relationships. This means so many things! My brain is almost overwhelmed with the amount of information this could mean! What would happen if I started to train my mother? Brother? Sister? What would happen if I trained a whole family? My mind turned even faster. I always felt stifled about the slow progress of my system points. The experience is relatively easier to do. I could just poison well water or something in a city. This would kill a mass of people, and although I think the experience would be low, the quantity would offset that.

I looked at my options, thinking about what I needed most out of what was left.

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Talents

Whips Enhanced - 10000 Points

Do you see me now? - 25000 Points

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Items

Sadists Bladed Whip - 50000 Points

A bolt of Soft Cloth - 100 Points

Fruit of an Enhanced Apple Tree - 5000 Points

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Stats

Instinct Candy - 15000 Points

Luck Candy - 5000 Points

Charisma Candy - 3000 Points

Breasts Enhancer Candy - 5000 Points

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I was still eyeing that Sadists Bladed Whip. I decided against that and picked up the Instinct Candy. I picked up the Breasts Enhancer Candy for Freya. I took the Luck Candy as well. Whips Enhanced was picked up after. I looked at the Breast Enhancer Candy, wanting it for Freya. She would look like such a good sissy slut with breasts.

I looked at it, and my eyelid twitched. The lack of an explanation was very comforting. I rolled my eyes with my own sarcasm. I looked at the Whips Enhanced, and it was just like the previous description. All that change was that It said I now excelled in whips. This was a fantastic development. I held a whip in my hand and lashed it. It started to feel like an extension of my hand. I started to pull tricks that I couldn't quite get before. They came to me much easier now. I pulled out my bladed whip and felt the same way.

My ability went up just with that talent. My smile turned vicious and bright. I took the instinct candy that tasted like strawberries. I felt it stream down slowly.

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Congratulations, You have taken the "Instinct Candy"; Unlocking Instinct Stat;

Calculating...

Calculating...

Congrats, You have an initial instinct stat of 67

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My eyes widened onto the instinct stat. This was much larger than I thought I would have. I then took the Luck candy. I spun the wheel in the system. I had grown very angry as it landed on two. I wanted a lot more since I always thought the more luck I had, the more I would get. I looked at the finished status screen.

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Name: Sally

Age: 15

Titles: Ex-Slave, Apprentice of Jack the Torturer, Martial Genius, Apprentice Wizard, War Provoker, Gang leader

Race: Beastkin - Phantom Snow Tiger

Level: 2

XP: 9555/10000

System Points: 16500

Energy: 1330/1330

Strength: 75

Agility: 130

Vitality: 55

Toughness: 67

Charisma: 22

Instinct: 67

Intellect: 81

Wisdom: 73

Luck: 18

Points to Spend: 0

Shop - Items Available;

Inventory - 0 Slots Available;

Lotto - No spins;

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I checked the System with a question in my mind. Why did I still have the title Apprentice Wizard? This made no sense. I looked at it more and knew there were things about the system I did not understand.

I got up done with checking the System. A massacre was needing to be done tonight. I left out of the room I was in. Most of the gang had headed out of the hideout, heading towards their target gangs. They left as I reached Cassandra, who was acting as the face of the organization.

"Is everything on schedule?" I asked, walking up to her.

"Yes, Mistress, Everything is proceeding to plan. Everyone was kept in the dark of their targets. The ones you saw down here are the spectators. There was also the last group headed towards that closest gang." She finished.

Carl came from behind us with a cloak on, ready to head out. I started to walk out, and both of them followed. We didn't talk as we entered into the docks towards our first victims. We moved through the streets like three reapers. We reached a busy tavern. Inside, many dock workers spent their meager earnings on alcohol and food. We walked past them all, moving through the dining area with no one caring.

We reached that back where the cooks were cooking. I passed them and walked to the last door. No one asked what we were doing as we walked into the door. Inside was a staircase leading to the second floor. At the top of those stairs were a gambling house with card games. The nostalgia I felt seeing it was almost overwhelming. We entered into the room, flashing a bag of gold to the guard at the front. This made the guard at the entrance nod. He let us by, and we walked to the VIP section. Inside were the people that did not look like they were working all day. Heads turned to see us walking in. They thought this might be the time we removed our cloaks, reviling our faces.

Instead, Carl stepped forward, and with his claws open. He sliced out the throat of the biggest threat in the room. The room froze, surprised, as Carl did the same to a second person who was killed right after. They moved into action. Their actions were too late as the only person to be able to fight back was killed first. The rest of them scrambled as Carl reaped the remaining lives in the room. We walked out with blood on the cloak Carl wore.

The Gambling room froze as the scent of blood prevailed into the room. Cassandra spoke up into the silent room. "This is now the territory of the Bloody Candies. Refuse you die submit, and live!" She announced.

The room remained frozen before people started to leave. We left the room as everyone remained frozen. Without direction from their leaders, the gang members acting as guards refused to move. The leaders, though, were ripped to shreds in the next room. We left the gambling house through the backdoor. We walked through the alleyways. The first small gang had been dismantled or at least paralyzed. Tonight was not about enforcing the takeover. It was simply removing the heads of organizations.

We arrived at the next destination. This was the second brothel I had been to in the city. I could hear the moans behind simple curtained-off rooms. I looked at it with disgust. This was simply unsanitary. The last one ran by a Mouse-kin at least gave them rooms. I could literally see filth around the area. My nose crinkled with the foul smell pervading the room.

The male receptionist moved forward to ask a question. The words died in his mouth as he noticed that Carl was covered in blood. His face paled, turning a ghostly white. I smiled as Carl didn't need prodding as she destroyed the vocal cords as the guy looked like he was about to yell. He gurgled grotesquely, falling to the floor. His hands went to his throat, hoping to piece it together. We stepped past, into the almost vomit-inducing space towards the back. We walked past the curtained rooms towards the end of the hallway. The moans were loud, and more were faked orgasms as well. I almost laughed out loud as one whore, told a client that it was the best she ever had after a terribly poor performed, fake orgasm.

We smashed open the door loudly, making several girls scream out. Inside, a man was fucking a small girl. I cared little as she was crying with tears dripping down her face. We walked up to the man, and Carl Killed him. I was starting to grow tired of these easy kills. The man fell to the floor gurgling. The small girl was crying even more at this point. I picked up the still dying man off the small girl as an act of pity. We walked straight back out. Clients and whores ran out of rooms exiting as we followed them out. The second gang head was dead and many more tonight. These were the small fries bleeding out. Next came the big boys of the Docks.

We moved through the streets quickly as guards started to respond. Fires were starting to break out in the distance. The guards no longer knew what was happening. They were receiving reports of both fires and killings. Both of these were serious matters. The lack of direction from their leaders was the problem. The guards ran to their leaders, who just laid down for the night.

This was part of the plan as the guards took longer to respond to the many problems tonight. The guards in the docks seemed to be less than usual as well. We frowned as it confirmed that we still had informants. The guards ran out of their guard barracks. We walked into where they just left. We watched as guards left quickly heading towards the fires. We entered in where the guards vacated. Inside, the leader of the Guards was suiting up. He noticed us walking in, and his face went pale.

Carl charged forward. The guard leader dodged, and my bladed whip lashed out. My bladed whip hit dead center of the back. He screamed out in pain as flesh was rent. Carl stopped the scream seconds later, tearing out his throat. We left quickly, expecting a larger fight from the guard leader. The man disappointed us, but he needed to die.

The man was firmly in the pocket of our next target. We climbed up to the roofs. This was all to avoid contact with guards running around. We moved to our first big target of the night. It was not long before we found ourselves in the Warehouse district of the docks. We went into the maze of warehouses and went to an unassuming one in the center.

Cassandra opened the doors widely, and Carl leaped forward. The guard was caught off guard as Carl tore into him. Cassandra moved to grab the keys off of the body. We moved forward, opening the second door. Inside was many women in various parts of undress. While working with black powder. Carl killed the man on the right while Cassandra did the left. With two bodies falling to the ground, the women started to scream. My smile turned happy as the party started. This was the largest gang of the docks. The gang ruled the drug trade in the city. This was a surprise when I first found out. I was hoping for weed only to be disappointed. I could kill for a joint.

The substance was a cheap ecstasy knock off. It was a black powder with even more side effects. I guessed it was what they could make. The drug was addictive but not crippling so. I wanted control of the distribution and creation. This was a priority target for us. The gang members started to flood in from various parts of the warehouse. They came with bats to swords. They moved towards us, yelling out at the women. Some of the women took the opportunity to take some of the substance with them.

We ignored this and started to kill the gang members. They started to ignore the fleeing women and attack back. Cassandra stood back and I started to fight with the overwhelmed Carl. There were more gang members than we suspected. I started to enjoy my bloodlust but stopped from going crazy. I only killed those about to hurt or kill Carl. I wanted Carl to stop the accumulation of experience at this moment. I wanted that Sadist Bladed whip from the System. Bodies started to fill the battlefield as we moved forward.

We reaped through the warehouse, killing as we went. We made it to the end, surprised not to see the boss. The information said he should be here. I looked around, seeing if there was an escape tunnel. There wasn't, and I wanted to smash a wall. What I did do was smash a stupid fucking painting. My hand slammed into something harder than paper and wood. I took my hand back, checking to see if I broke anything. I didn't and thanked myself. I looked behind the fragmented painting to see a small safe. I laughed at the cliche.

Instead of hanging around, we tore the safe out of the wall. We left the warehouse, and I berated Cassandra for believing bad information. We moved to a prior arranged spot to dump important spoils. We dropped the safe in the empty room and moved on.

There was more killing tonight! I was itching to see a good fight as well between some gang leaders and Carl.