Chapter 120: Choosing a Slave Type

I watched the sow in front of me clean herself up as I planned in my head. I needed something more than just poison and the stick to keep this girl with me. I knew that her pussy would be swollen and extremely sensitive. Any form of play with her at the moment would have to be something more gentle. I wanted this toy to come looking back for me after this plan. I wanted to instill some type of loyalty that was more subconscious.

I watched her, and I walked over to the temperature setting of the shower and put it on freezing cold, making the sow yelp. "Hurry it up, Sow," I ordered.

The baroness moved faster using the detergent while getting used to the cold water. It was an odd mix to watch, but a lot of the sweat and filth came off easier than I bet that she expected. It was only a single night, after all. Her expression showed her shame, though, and I liked that expression on her face.

After a night of bringing her pleasure that would bring people to despair, I decided to be gentle with her. The cold water would also help with the swelling somewhat as well. I turned my head and told her, "Your done," I told her, stepping forward as she finished cleaning her feet. I then grabbed her soap and went to the place that she avoided the entire time. I lathered my hand with the soap, and I started to clean her sensitive pussy without mercy. I even fingered her and her reaction, to say the least, was intense.

I grabbed her pussy and rubbed the outside of it hard, making sure to rub her swollen clit while I was at it. The Sow grabbed my shoulders and cried out, "Mistress, Please!" She cried with tears or water in her eyes. It didn't matter; my hand continued with ruthless abandon making the girl moan loudly into my ears as I cleaned her swollen, sensitive pussy without remorse.

My fingers rubbed the outside, making her think that it was over, and I brought my fingers back to her clit. I pinned it between my two fingers before starting to rub her swollen lips, making her cry out again and again inside the showers. I then brought my fingers into her canal and shoved them up into her sensitive pussy. Her body reflexively held on to me as I started to finger fuck her pussy. She cried out, and I made sure that she was reaching the end of what was a painful pleasure.

Her exhausted body shivered, and I felt her pussy spasm on my fingers. I knew that she was close to orgasming, and my other hand pulled her head that was looking down at the insertion to look at me. "You will not orgasm, Sow, Not until I have given you permission," I ordered.

The sow didn't have a slave collar, so it wouldn't go into effect and stop the body from doing it. The sow's eyes widened at that, and she looked at me perplexed for a couple of seconds while the order dawned on her. I didn't stop; it was just that this surprise stopped her reactions for a second when her body reinstated the painful pleasure coming through her swollen pussy.

"MISTRESS<" The sow cried out, and I looked into her eyes as my fingers went in and out of that swollen pussy. "Please! I can't hold it!" The sow cried out, stating her distress.

"Sow," I said at the moment where she was crying; my voice was like a cold bath of water that was still falling on her back, "You cum, and I think before I send you home, I might leave you another night in that cell in the same state," I told her.

The sow looked at me, and I saw her grit her teeth. I could see for a moment that she wanted to say something along the lines of, 'Please, Be Reasonable," Probably in some whiny voice. When she looked in my eyes, though, I could see the courage dissipate into a mind not willing to test my 'Reasonableness.'

"MIstress, God, Please, Let me cum, I can't hold it, PLease, I can't HOLD IT!" The sow cried, her expression one that showed how hard she was holding it. So I grinned, and I let go of her, and my fingers left her pussy. Leaving her holding herself on edge. Her pussy was dripping with cold water and pussy juices that showed me how close she was to cumming. I put my hand in the water, washing it off slightly, and I pushed her back into the water as she looked at me, confused.

The burst of that familiar cold water seemed to wake her up as I just 'blue-balled' her. The pain of coming down from that close to cumming brought her pain, and I stepped away, "If you can't hold it," I said with a sadistic grin, "Then I will stop," I told her.

Realization dawned on her, and her expression changed to something of mixed emotions of pain and something else. I couldn't quite tell. It didn't change the fact that my pussy was dripping from her reactions. Although I didn't get to see her begging me when I released her, that didn't mean her reactions didn't get a rise out of me now.

I turned off the shower leaving her shivering, and walked over and tossed a towel from a hidden compartment that I had. It was something that I kept in case it was needed. I didn't want her catching a cold before I sent her back to the City Lord. The towel whipped out and hit her in the face.

The sow didn't need prompting from me and started to dry her shivering body up. This time I didn't 'help' her, and I watched. I opened the door and motioned for her to follow me. I could see from the expression on her face now that she was still horny even as she shivered from the cold. It was warm inside the warehouse, though, and so it wouldn't be a problem for too long. I watched her reaction as he heard the two bound masked slaves.

"Sow," I said, reminding her that I was bringing her back to the hidden training area. The sow looked at the two with dread and something like excitement from her memory of the night of torturous pleasure that had permanently marked her mind without her realizing it.

She walked behind me and was brought back to the stinking training area, and I started to clean it up, forcing her to join me with simple words, "I will not train a sow in her own filth. Get here and clean up this mess so you may learn how to do so." The expression she showed as I did something that was more or less caring for her seemed to hit the spot in her. She held the knowledge that I was going to do something to train her today and that I was doing this for her in the end.

It was a subtle psychological thing for giving something to someone even as you make them do it too. That added to the fact that each order I gave that she followed was instilling the natural order of things in her mind. I needed it to be a subtle as possible as I did this, ingraining it in her mind quickly as well as slowly. I had only the day to do it before sending her back to the world she knew.

Her mind was already partially broken from the night, and I just needed to solidify my presence in her while I wasn't there. When she went back, and everything was 'fine,' She would start to question what had happened to her. Was this reality? Did that really happen to me, or was it just a dream? These types of questions would plague their mind and make her question a reality. It would be a form of PTSD or Stockholm syndrome that I wanted to instill into her. I also wanted her to know what I was doing, making her think of the experience as even more surreal.

I finished cleaning up the mess with a couple of buckets that I had stored here for cleaning. I then moved them out of the room, making sure to cover them, then I left, leaving her in the now cleaned but still smelly cell while I grabbed some incense sticks and brought them back, lighting them.

I let her out of the cell again and looked her over before pointing at the chair, thinking about her training. "Sow," I began, "How should I train my little piggy sow?" I asked her with a thoughtful tone as she watched me. Dread showed on her face as I told her what I was thinking. "You will become my toy because that poison in you will kill you before you are ever able to find an antidote without me," I told her while hopping up on a counter, making a show of me thinking. "I could turn you into a cumdump for my male slaves?" I said with a blatant lie making her face pale. "Think about it," I told her, "You could be held down by the dredges of society and fucked without pause for countless hours as they take turns with your swollen, sensitive body. You would probably even have their kids!" I said, filled with anticipation at the prospect. It was getting even harder to hide how horny I was getting as I saw that pale face imagining it.

I clapped my hands at that last statement, "Oh! I could make you a breeding sow!" I told her with a large grin, "That is a good idea!" I told her, "What do you think, Sow?" I asked her.

The sow stared at me, and her face fell like it was already decided that this was what I was going to do to her, "M- Mistress," She said with tears dripping on her face. "Please, Don't, I don't, I don't, I don't," Her tears started to fall even harder, "I don't want to be a breeding sow!" She cried out, with tears falling into her lap as she cried.

"Hmmm..." My voice trailed off as my pussy was dripping in juices with how horny I felt. "Well, You seem to have an opinion on how you want to be trained..." My voice trailed off again, and I hopped off the counter and stepped closer to her as the tears dripped onto her lap. I held her face up, and I licked the tears off her face, changing her expression from sobbing to something different. The range of emotions this toy showed continued to change quickly. "Tell me, Sow, How do you want to be trained?" I asked her with genuine curiosity.

That expression changed again and again from confusion to dread to hope to hate to love. It continued to change emotions over and over as she tried to grapple with it. I decided to add fuel to the fire burning in her hoping that this would attract that loyalty that would pay off in the longer run. "Tell me, Sow, If it is something I find interesting, you will become that to me. Now, I will give you five minutes; tell me by then, Sow, Or I will make you a breeding Pig." I told her.

The expression on her face was one that was indescribable as she struggled to find something that would change the rest of her life. The woman had pride, so she wouldn't want to be a pet. So I believe she would suggest that although that would probably be the best outcome for her. I wouldn't accept that, though, as I had a Kitty that I still needed to train. I had a pain slut, but I doubted that she wanted to be that. I also had my sissy bitch, which I believed was a switch. It would make sense as Freya, when she was still Derek was a bit sadistic. In fact, it was watching him when I woke up to my desires.

I was waiting, and I wished I had a mechanical clock to tick for me. The feeling would bring her into even more despair as she had to decide her fate quickly. It was exceptional to watch her face as it changed, and she spoke up. "I want to be your toy! I don't know what types of toys there are, though!" The sow cried out with some time on the clock still.

I smirked at this woman; even in the pits of despair, she would choose the best decision. She didn't have the knowledge, so she asked. It took brains to realize that was even an option. I wanted her around as she might make a good advisor in the future. I could see why the City lord kept her around, and I decided that I wouldn't break her mind with that question.

"Well, there are plenty of types of toys, Sow," I told her truthfully, "There are Mares; there are sissy's which don't apply to you. There are brats which I find annoying. There are types of furniture that I could make you into. I think a Nice chair would be nice..." My voice trailed off, thinking of more types of play. "There are pets, but I already have one of those, so not interested in you becoming one. There are servents which I don't think would be a good fit for you. There are so many types that I am actually struggling to think of them all. You could be a baby, but that is useless to me, and they are too needy."

I didn't remember many of the actual terms used in my previous life, but I had a friend that used to talk about them. Well, I wouldn't call them a friend, more like one of my bodyguards that died with me that night. Most of the knowledge I knew today was him trying to talk me into playing with him in a playhouse. At this time, I regret not going to play with him in that club.

I had many regrets from my last life, though, as I never accomplished that goal, and I looked at the sow looking at me with desperation. "You know what? Instead of listing it all out, I will give you some choices of things that I might find interesting. If you can come up with something that will interest me, I will pick that." I told her, and I saw hope enter her eyes. "First, of course, is being my breeding Pig," I said and saw that wonderful whiplash of emotions cross her face. "The second option is I can make you into a Mare. Become the little horse that I can ride around. Get good enough I might even attach a carriage to you." I smiled with the thought, and then I had realization dawn on my face.

There are Centaurs in this world! I couldn't make her a mare if there were actual Mares I could make. Still, making this Sow into a Mare might be interesting, so I would leave that option available. "The third Choice is becoming my servant. I could use one, my toys that are starting to get busy lately, and I could use someone that is even under them. I don't think this is the best choice by all means. Just the most boring one." I told her, and I would put her in a slave collar if she chose it. "I am not going to lie though; if you choose this one, you would also be 'Servicing' important visitors that I have in the future. You would be the bottom of the totem pole of hierarchy in my household. Even other slaves would have the right to boss you around." I finished.

That last comment made this much more interesting choice to me, and I thought of the fourth choice and decided against a couple when I heard the woman speak up, bringing me out of my thoughts. "I want to be your Pussy's Slave! I want to do everything for your pussy!" The sow exclaimed with a look of excitement.

"Oh, That is interesting," I told her truthfully, and I thought about how I would train her to be a pussy slave. A grin grew on my face, and I looked down at her. "That is interesting, and since you have chosen it, I will make you my pussy worshiping slave!" I exclaimed with my own excitement. This new toy had no idea what she just asked for, and I couldn't help but get excited thinking of the dispair that she would feel when she returned to me.

My mind started to turn rapidly, and I thought of the training I would need to do to incentivize her to return. I didn't want her to think that dying would be a better choice, and I had a smile grow even larger on my face.

"Well," I said with a pregnant pause, "We should get started making you a pussy slave, Shouldn't we?" I smiled my pussy secreting fluids at a rapid pace wetting my pants even more.