After playing with Freya, I played with Stacy, then with all my pets, giving Melony a nice, long day of cumming without restraint, even as she screamed and begged for it to stop. Over and over she begged, and it was amazing to listen to.
I missed her screams after I finished with her, and yet, Melony had grown addicted to it. Once you have a taste of something like that, she would slowly withdraw from it. Try to escape it, tell herself day after day that she would hate it in the moment. The pain was a clear memory as she orgasmed more than she felt like she could take. Chaining orgasms and her body spasm out of feelings of overwhelming pleasure, but the longer it went on, the more she missed that overwhelming, unending pleasure.
Melony was trapped by it; the longer she was without it, the more she would masturbate and feel frustrated by how it did not bring the pleasure she was hoping for, how it would feel incomplete, not enough. Then she would grow frustrated, hating how she wanted it again, and the memory of the pain of the moment would seem not as bad. Time had passed, and her body would remember it more and more fondly than as she grew more and more frustrated. She would decide to seek my assistance again.
The cycle repeats as her brain forgets the bad moments and remembers the good moments of overwhelming pleasure. Like a junkie, she would seek me out, unable to escape the need in her body, and would beg for me to pleasure her. To do the same thing that made her vow against ever doing it again. To beg for mercy, and I would decide her fate.
It was fun, I loved watching her frustrated need as she approached me, and each time she took less time to get frustrated. Reach out to me sooner, masterbaite harder to the memories, and she was growing more and more into my orgasm hell toy.
I shoved aside thoughts on Melony, though, and remembered my main issue in the city at this point.
Carl.
Fucking Carl, the devil was still interfering with my plans, not even showing a sign of reacting to my attack the other night. He must either assume it was not me, someone else, or that it had something to do with the situation in the capital.
Those were the three most likely options, and I wished I knew which.
Stop, Sally. think.
I sat on my throne thinking without a slave around. I did not need to relax or pleasure at this time. My cute tigers needed more training, but the ladies were helping them understand society more. It was very useful for the sibling phantom tigers I abducted from their aunt. They still had no memory of that, which I was thankful for.
Okay, instead of thinking about random things, think about it from Carl's perspective. How does Carl see me? What image have I given him?
An adventurer Beast-kin. A Slave trainer who is skilled in her craft, changing his lover to meet his fetishes. A Dangerous B ranker that has intelligence and skill, yet is young and lacking experience. That is probably how he views me. The main reason my businesses have gotten any size here in the Demon Lands is luck, he presumes, so I think he thinks of me as at least Moderate to higher intelligence with some luck to my name.
I had connections with the Lich, which means he knows I am a criminal but not a stupid one. Does he think of me as a Schemer?
No, probably not. He would be right, too; I would rather be direct than scheme around the actions of others. I can control my own actions and my people's; I cannot control others, and I would rather not subject myself to their whims. If Carl is as intelligent as I think he is. I cannot help but wonder.
Does he even think I did those two attacks that night?
More guards are bad for both of us. The Demon Lands, with the new Ambassador here, wants to show that they are really good at creating a safe populace.
At least in the Capital.
To be fair to them, they really are. The capital has been the safest city I have seen in the world so far.
So, putting that altogether, Carl obviously does not want to fuck with the guards, and he is a B-ranker. I don't want to fuck with the guards, but I am more than willing to fuck around with them. Egg on reactions and see how they act. All of that is information that, as long as I collect it slowly, would be more than fine. To my knowledge, Carl does not mess with the guards and is unwilling to even show himself peaking out of the shadows.
So if he is putting his bias on me, that means he probably does not suspect me. That is the reason for a lack of retaliation, which is good.
VERY good.
How can I abuse that? How can I use the reaction against him for my own advantage?
"Wait," I said aloud to no one while sitting on my throne, then stood and paced around the room, thinking there was an important thought. "W-What if Carl thinks the Necromancers want land in the capital? It would explain why they did not attack me. You cannot attack your supplier without repercussions. Which means I could have told them about Carl, and so they made a demonstration or something. If he thinks it is they are looking for land, he might think OTHER attacks are their doing for my benefit. MAAAAYYYYBEEE," I said, and a wicked grin appeared on my face.
It was risky, it was assuming things, but Carl's lack of a reaction was odd. He probably has the same information I have. The Demon Lands are about to do something about the Pirates, and so why attack someone who is about to get destroyed by a MUCH larger entity like a Nation?
I could not help but wonder if I should make a bet on my thoughts. To do something audacious. Would it even work how I want it to work, though? Maybe, maybe not, but it is a plan that would mess with Carl and continue the war he started by attacking my business. I was even doing a Monopoly practice by giving his stores their own territory, but he attacked me for no real reason.
I moved around the room, decided, and walked downstairs moments later, and found Stacy at the front. Her eyes were still a little glassy from our play a day or so ago, where I made her cum a dozen times to her favorite pain while making her stare at something she would not get to touch. Stacy trembled, and I noticed her gaze of desire on me.
"Stacy, get a runner to invite Avery over for some fun, tell him either he shows up tomorrow or I will not be here for him for the next week or so if he asks, His choice." I told her, and Stacy nodded and took a note for that, "Then prepare me a pack of rations for the day after tomorrow. I plan to take Freya and my cute tigers out to play for a bit." I told her and licked my lips, and Stacy bowed.
"Yes, Mistress," She said, and her face flushed as I went to find Freya to tell her we were leaving. I wanted to start giving her opportunities to break through, and sometimes combat helped.
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