Syndicate #2

8.5

—Experimental Hall, B12, 08:25 AM.

Chloe has been working on practicing the slave, feeding her with as much lewd imagines as she can.

Currently, she’s wearing her solid dominatrix getup, which is consist of showing a lot of black leather and a lot of her creamy skin.

Tall bondage heels wrap around her ankles. Torn black stocking cling around her slender legs all the way to her upper thighs, where she wears a micro mini leather skirt, displaying a very exclusive gap in between her smooth inner thighs that she’s sure will get people thinking, “Is there a black lacy underwear that goes with that, or did she decide to go commando when she chose to put on this outfit this morning?” After all, it is never too early to go panties-free. Or get f****d seven ways to Sunday.

Chloe wears a tank top that rides low around the chest area, which allow a set of creamy pale t**s to jut out from their confines. Her t**s are still developing, but they jiggle with every move. If she bends over, she’ll be able to give a full view to her cleavage and slim waist that plunges down to the hidden valley of her equally creamy buttocks. She wears a biker fingerless gloves in each hand, which display a set of perfectly manicured shiny-black nail polish. Her wavy blonde curls lie a stark contrast against all the black that clings to her slim figure.

Her makeup is smokey, mostly used to emphasize those beautiful green eyes of hers, which can be done through some dark-colored eyeshadows and mascara, coupled with a burgundy lipstick on her pouty lips to go with the look. She looks like someone who no ordinary folk would want to mess with, and their instinct is telling the truth if they feel so.

AZ102 is strapped in this b**m asylum patient getup, which is kinda ironic because the girl is getting every close to completely losing her marbles when when she first saw her. The cotton white fabric stands in contrast to the girl’s olive complexion and dark long locks. At least half a dozen of straps are attached to the mini dress. It opens wide at the neckline, breasts and shorts short just above the p***y. There’s no underwear involved, of course, for practicality and habitual’s sake. Chloe needs the girl to get used to being used without completely breaking her mind, which is why she’s resetting and resettling the girl into the world of s*x through the smoothest path as possible. Chloe has to wait until AZ102 is more stable to attempt a more coarse approach. They want the subject experiment to enjoy s*x, not abhor from it. And AZ102 has such a pretty face, too. It would be a shame if she goes to waste.

It had been quite some time since Chloe had initialized her methods on AZ102. The Arabic girl still shows prominent sign of insanity on day three, but then again, it is still too early to expect much results. AZ102 had been sent out looking much more lucid last night, but something must have happened that had shocked her, to make her condition reduced to worse like this. Chloe tries to get her talking, but the girl refuses to speak, having lost her voice since her initial shock, which is already the state Chloe received her in. But then the trainer tuned in to last night’s live feed and discovered the reason. The boy. AZ101. Hassan, the girl’s brother-in-law. He had raped her just the other week, and once again last night. No wonder the girl is in a state of shock.

AZ102’s hazel eyes are staring wide, unfocused and easily distracted. A soft piano is playing somewhere in the background, causing her to wonder curiously every once in a while. But then, as if triggered by an invincible sound, she suddenly starts breaking into tears, falling to her bare knees and sobbing uncontrollably to herself.

Damn it! Chloe curses inwardly. She had told those fools that the girl is nowhere as ready to receive another man inside her, let alone going through what she had gone through last night. If only they would listen, then Chloe wouldn’t have to start from scratch again!

But pointing fingers and blaming others won’t get her the results they want; only hard work does. Still, that doesn’t mean that Chloe is going to standby idly the next time those Dungeon bitches try to butt in again. They had a contract, damn it! If she and Lena have to respect it, then the Dungeon will have to respect it as well!

The sound of her earpiece buzzing reverts Chloe’s attention to reality in a brief. It’s an incoming call. The trainer pick it up, and a thick modern Sloane-British accent comes hoarsely from the other end.

“Hey girl. Cara from the Dungeon is here. I was just wondering if we can drop by to check on our little slave.”

“Not now. You broke her last night. I’m still trying to pick up the messes you left behind.”

“Are you sure? Because I think I might have something that might help.”

“What it is?”

“Not what, who. It’s Hassan, her—”

“—Rapist? That’s your idea of helping? Bring her rapist to the nearly broken girl?”

“Hey, I’m just trying to help over here. Besides, you’d never know. The boy’s the only face she knows right now. It might help if they meet without having to hu-ha, ya know?” Cara whistles suggestively.

Seriously? How old is this woman? Is Chloe is supposed to be the younger one? The younger trainer can’t help but to roll her eyes.

“Listen, you want your slave cured? Then you better stop interrupting my progress.” But before she can hear Cara’s reply, the line goes dead. Chloe grunts, which causes a yelp to sound out from the other side of the room. She whirls her head to find Subject AZ102 crunching at one corner, hands around her knees, eyes peering at Chloe in fear. The petite blonde snorts. “This will take a while,” she groans to herself.

*

Training is consisted mostly of trying to bring the girl’s consciousness back to the surface, which involves a lot of shoe tapping and finger snapping in order to get the subject’s attention. And when that happens, Chloe tries to reinstitute the trust they have previously built before, which is often coupled by a series of shouting, whether it comes from Suzan’s desperate whelps or Chloe frustrated infliction. It is not only after the trainer manages to get the little slave to listen to her that the blonde starts trying to make AZ102 sits.

It is not rare for all of this to end up in a goosechase. Chloe can only be thankful that the room is not so big to have her chasing the crazy little subject all over the place, though it can get rather frustrating when her patient runs away one too many times. Chloe not only tracks the little slave down in circles, but also applies the training repeatedly like so in what feels like an unending circle.

After a lot of coaxing, Chloe manages to make the slave stay seated on her own, even convincing her to straddle the unconventional chair. The bike chair she provided is only a small triangular surface, which barely allows much support for the slave’s weight, but it will serve its purpose. Front edge of the seat is extremely narrow, and it forces the girl’s pantiless p***y to rub hard against the rubbery surface.

Chloe wants to give the slave an illusion of freedom when she doesn’t immediately tie her down, wanting the subject to let her guard down and relax, when in fact she has her perfectly where she wants her to be. “Good, good, make yourself comfortable. You’d want to sit down while I give you something to watch. You’d like that, don’t you? Some entertainment to fill up your day.”

Chloe speaks in a low, reassuring tone, voice sounding like a lullaby to AZ102’s ears. The slave still looks around with her wild eyes ever so slightly, as if anticipating to be attacked at any time soon, but at least she is no longer a frantic mess. The girl only nods slightly, and Chloe smiles at her approvingly in return.

When Suzan sits quietly on her little narrow chair, with her innocent big doe eyes staring forward, she looks just like a little obedient child, which Chloe likes. She feels like a parent, the mother that must tame her wild thing of a child — and a succeeding one, too. Now, hours of work will proof its effectiveness through the next step she’s planning.

“Alright now, promise you’d behave, okay?” Chloe speaks to the girl slowly as if she’s a parent lecturing her child. “I’m just gonna show you something every simple, and when I do, I want to keep calm like what you’re doing now. Don’t overreact, promise?” Chloe nods her head as she tells the girl, waiting for AZ102 to response. The girl doesn’t say anything at first, but she eventually nods her head, though she’s mostly just following Chloe’s head movement.

“That’s good to know. Now, why don’t you be a good girl and keep still, just like what you’re doing now. And whatever do you, don’t freak out,” Chloe adds soothingly, before beginning the harder part. “Whatever you’re going to see next, I want you to remind this to yourself. This is your fate in the Syndicate. If you want to survive, you’ll have to adjust to your new environment. That means you have to start responding naturally to your desires, no matter how strange you think it is, instead of just torturing yourself by repressing your urges. Remember, I want you to give in into what your body wants. Don’t hold back. You’re in a safe place here, Suzan, so just remember my words, okay?”

The girl peers up slightly at the call of her real name, finally showing a deeper degree of recognition. But just as soon as her eyes refocus, something deeper registers into her mind. The words of this yellow-haired girl.... Something at the back of Suzan’s mind is warning her off from it.

“N-no…. no….” She begins to whimper, body shaking slightly, but too low to hear.

“What was that?” Chloe asks, stepping closer to hear her better.

Something about the suddenly proximity snaps Suzan out of it, and then she begins screaming. “No! No! Stay away from me, you evil b***h!”

Suzan makes a move to get up from the bicycle, but Chloe is faster, using just a little bit of strength to keep the girl in her place. She has worked way too much to have a stepback now. Good thing the girl has been kept too weak this entire time, else the trainer will have to chase the slave girl all over again.

The girl doesn’t react to kindly to this, though, getting fractic by the minute. Her body shakes so much that she ends up toppling to the carpet instead, too weak to keep herself in place. When Chloe tries to approach the girl again, Suzan lets out a hysteric wail, before raising both hands for a desperate prayer. But then it quickly doons on her that she’s trying to pray while still being completely naked. How can she even try to face her God in such a state of undress?

“Oh God….” Suzan whimpers weakly when Chloe slaps her hands off, preventing the girl from enacting her prayer.

“We are your God now, silly girl,” Chloe suddenly snaps, running a bit out of patience. If she wants to crack into this girl, she’s gonna have to start being a little bit harsh on the slave.

Still, Suzan tries to pray again in her frantic state, but Chloe keeps on slapping the girl’s hands off, preventing her doing what she intends on doing. Though Chloe has to admit, the slave has quite a strong-willed mind when she’s cornered. The trainer makes a mental note to make good use of that for later.

Suzan can’t keep on doing this. She just know that she can’t. Not with her world crumbling to pieces. Not with her faith slowly fading away as she’s thrusted in this place of sin more and more. Eventually Suzan succumbs and sort out to screaming out her words of prayer to her God, desperately begging for help with tears straining down her face.

“Oh God, please help ease me from this pain. I can’t— I can’t take it anymore….” she cries out, hoping ever so desperately for a miracle to strike. Yet no matter how long she waits, nothing out of the ordinary happens. No help is coming to her way. She has been abandoned, physically and spiritually, and the mere thought of it crushes her, destroying the last remaining good faith she has in her.

Suzan cries some more, this time more out of the lost of her faith than pain. No…. not pain. She can still feel it. Not just in her mind, but also from her body. Somewhere... deep in between her legs.

“You want to ease your pain? You can do it, right here, right now. No need to ask your God for a miracle. It’s very simple, really,” Chloe tells the girl in a stern tone, keeping her gaze on the girl, studying Suzan’s every reaction.

Suzan has cried so much that her lungs begin to raise and collapse in a desperate move, like as if she’s sucking in her own breath. Chloe doesn’t say anything, wanting the girl to calm down a little bit before trying something more. This time, judging from the girl’s reaction gradually turning docile, she can tell that her words have finally begin to get through. Chloe waits out until Suzan allows her breathing pattern to regular by herself. When the trainer is sure that the slave won’t freak out again, she proceeds.

The blonde keys in a series of command to the piece of micro computer attached to her wrists. It’s like a slightly more advanced version of an Apple watch. In accordance, a projector starts turning on and begins emitting images on the white wall Suzan is facing. The girl only lets out a yelp when its appearance catches her in surprise, but she remains seated. Chloe wants to test the girl without giving her a warning, wanting to see how the slave will react. So far so good. Then images start playing. There’s no audio, but the implication is clear.

Playing in front of them is a loop of a c**k smacking into a p***y, again and again with plenty of c*m decorating the outer rim of their s*x. Suzan starts in amazement, for the first time witnessing a s****l act that is not forced upon her, but rather replayed for her enjoyment to watch. She wants to shy away from the sight at first, too shy and skittish to even allow herself to witness such a blunt act. Yet strangely, no matter how often she makes herself look away or squeeze her eyes, she finds herself keeping getting drawn back to watch it, again and again until she finally allows herself to watch on without being haunted by the fear of being at the receiving end.

What’s happening to the video, it’s clear that the woman is enjoying it. She can’t see the face, but she can read their body language. The man and this woman, they are both enjoying it. And, oh, would it be wonderful if this can go on forever? Seeing what wondering s*x turns out in this short video makes Suzan’s slim body reacts little by little. At first she starts to sweat in several areas. Then her core starts to get wet, then slightly itchy. The trainer allows her to keep on watching and just sit there, not showing any sign that she’s expecting something else from her, so Suzan looks on.

The itch inside Suzan is starting to get even more annoying by the minute. The longer she ignores it, the worse it grows. Abruptly she stands up, hoping that it will just go away, but it doesn’t. Frustrated, she sits right back down. Huffing, her gaze drops to the odd shaped chair. The rubbery feel of its surface brush irritatingly against her bare s*x. She wants nothing more than shut this feeling out, having a bad feeling that something bad will happen if she follows her instinct and act on it. So she shuts her eyes, hoping that this will end soon.

Chloe notices that the subject is trying to cheat by closing her eyes, so she outwits the girl by allowing audio to flow out from the speaker, making the husky sound of labored breathing and moaning to echo through the room lewdly.

Suzan sticks her fingers inside her ears, trying to block out the sound. Goosebumps appears on her skin when the sound hits too close at home. It’s too intimate, too passionate, and she knows that she’s not supposed to enjoy it. Not because of the yellow haired’s presence, but because she knows that she’s just not meant to enjoy this. The warning comes from a much older memory, implanted into her mind repeatedly throughout her years on the surface. Yet, no matter how hard she tries to block out her surrounding, splinters of moans still manage to get under her skin. Slowly, she flutters her eyes back open, and this time her body moves on its own. 

The trainer’s eyes watch with interest as the girl starts moving her hips in a rhythm; irregular at first, but then it starts to fall into a steady rhyme. The need to conquer the itch is hitting her hard very quickly. Her desire to be fulfilled will appear soon enough.

At first Suzan is just moving back and forth in place, trying to get her itch rubbed. Without her notice, wet juices start to coat the bike chair real soon, making the surface turn slick enough for her to slide easier by the minute. Eventually, her breathing turn as labored as the ones from the recording. But pretty soon she realizes that the itch is not outside her, but deep inside.

Grunting frustratedly, Suzan abruptly stands up, looking around frantically. The yellow haired doesn’t come to stop her or ask questions, though she kind of wishes she would. Suzan needs something — though what exactly it is she’s looking for, she has no idea.

Her gaze finally settles back to the chair, because she can’t find anything else. The room is too clean. There’s no odd object and angle sticking out anywhere, so she is forced to settle with what she’s got. She grunts one more time at Chloe’s direction, silently challenging the other girl to stop her, before suddenly switching the chair around and settling back down. Or at least that’s how it seems at first. But instead of placing her butt on the cushion, Suzan crouches behind it, hips bend forward so that her s*x can kiss the tip point of the bike seat.

Perhaps it’s because the head looks slightly similar to a dildo, which is why she is descending herself toward it, hoping that it will penetrate her. But the position is not comfortable and takes a lot of effort, Suzan has to switch her brain around to figure out the best penetrating position. Finally she settles back to putting the chair back to how it originally was, before crawling on all fours while facing the screen. Her eyes burning longingly at the scene before her, c**k sliding in and out, before bringing the tip of the seat toward her entrance as well.

What happens after that is something surreal in Suzan’s world. She is allowing herself to be entered, but the sensation is spectacular! The tip can’t enter her very far, yes, but it is a penetration all the same. She can feel her own sleek folds parting up to allow the blunt end entrance, and she doesn’t think she has ever felt so happy before.

But if she thinks that getting thrusted just once is enough, then she’s dead wrong. It needs to be done repeatedly, just like in the footage, to get the desired result. The itch she has can not be easily scratched. She needs to do this repeatedly before she can get done. Thus she moves her hips, pounding into the blunt tip of the odd-shaped chair until she grows restless, hot and panting to the beat of the porn playing in front of her.

Chloe can’t believe what she’s seeing. This frantic, timid girl who was once so traumatized by s*x, has now turned into a s*x-crazed maniac! In the span of less than an hour, no less! It seems like her hard work does not come to waste after all.

She can’t believe what she’s seeing. If Chloe doesn’t know any better, she’d say she’s hallucinating, because of how much she wants this to work out. But her eyes tell no lies. The slave is crawling on all four by her own accord, getting f****d like a b***h by a bike chair, nonetheless! A freaking bike chair! That’s fantastic! Oh, she is so ecstatic that she’s afraid she’d start jumping up and down frantically. But Chloe is gonna hold herself in, because she doesn’t want to scare the slave and erase the progress she has just made. Besides, if she lose control, then it’ll look like she’s the crazy one. No, she’ll simply watch on from her spot so that she can oversee how far the Arabic girl will take this.

Chloe smirks satisfactory while she lets the hidden camera of the room to record the exchange between the slave girl and her chair. Finally, the slave’s desire for s*x has awaken. She will treasure this and tamper it until she turns into the s*x maniac that the Dungeon desires.

#10

Payment and Reward

—Lobby, B15, 06:37 AM.

When Hassan can finally see Suzan, she looks completely different from the last time he saw her. Perhaps it’s because he is more used to seeing her wrapped in dark hijab from head to toe, though he believes that it’s mostly due to these people deciding to give her a complete makeover as they see fit.

Her natural dark locks have turned into silver-grey tresses around the edges, most likely thanks to some dye, though the new color only cover the lower half of the length, allowing some gold highlights so shine through from where the different colors intermingle. Dark and grey strands frame around her heart-shaped face, cascading at her tawny tan skin. There’s no longer a ring pierced through her small button nose, and no marks either, which indicates that the nose ring he had seen worn on her had been a faux.

Lavender colors her well-defined lips while brown smokey eyeshadows accentuate her almond-shaped big doe eyes — eyes that look little bit lost as she tries to take in the world around her. When she turns to his direction, Hassan holds his breath for a second. He thought she’s gonna wreck havoc, but she just looks past him, as if she can’t recognize him at all. She still looks as beautiful as ever, and he is glad that she hasn’t lost her gentle beauty.

A blonde with black bondage-dominatrix getup is pulling at her collar, instructing Suzan in silent words to follow her command. Finally, they come to a stop at the center of the room. The blonde orders Suzan to sit down, and the girl obediently lowers her backside onto the floor, just like a well-trained dog. What’s going on here?

It has been days since the last time Hassan has seen his sister-in-law. He tried to find her before, but there’s just no point to it. Cara had made a call before, when she tried to help him find Suzan, but something must have happened, because she only shook her head when she ended the call. Cara told him that Suzan would be unavailable for access for a while. For how long exactly, he had no idea. All he was told was that he should just continue working according to schedule, and she’s sure he’ll get the chance to meet Suzan soon enough.

That sought after days arrived, and he finds her at their s*x dungeon’s underground lobby, of all places. Of all the numerous of times they could meet, he really didn’t expect her to just suddenly appear so unexpectedly. They must have kept her at a different place, because he had never seen her except inside a showroom to perform s****l acts together.

And now he finds her crawling in the Dungeon’s hallway, panting like a dog who just wants to please her master, which is another level of creepy all on its own. What had happened to her? Why is she acting this way?

Looking at her causes guilt to cross his eyes. Both times they had experienced bodily union, and both times also the boy had taken her without consent. The first time was thanks to that drug one of Angelina’s assistants had given him, but the second time was all him. Deep down, he was sure that he should have known better that it was her. The masked lady appearance matched up to Suzan’s looks. He should have known better. Maybe it was also the lust playing with his mind, which would explain why he really couldn’t hold himself back when put in such proximity with her.

But looking at Suzan’s condition now, he can’t help but feel pity for her. What exactly had been done to her, to make her act this way? She looks nothing more than a pet now. The sight arouses him. She’s wearing this white asylum costume that shows a lot of cleavage and legs. Seeing the display causes a jolt of spark to go straight down to his c**k, stirring the monster within him to wake. Hassan tries to regulate his breathing as people stop and gather around them. Apparently even this sight of display is still considered unusual for the permanent residence of The Dungeon.

“Alright, people, please give ways to the Boss,” Cara’s recognizable voice echoes from the other side of the room, and Hassan can see people starting to move, allowing three familiar faces to come into the center.

Angelina, the Mother of their hen, is striding in a six inch red devil killer heels. Well dressed as usual, a form-fitting purple colored bodycon peplum dress clings to her figure perfectly, and its silky material becomes a stark contrast against her fair complexion. An unsually wide gold waistband circles around her slim waist. The overall outfit accentuates her elegant and professional look. Golden strands glow softly under direct light, highlighted against her chocolate brown locks. Red paints her lips, making those bee-stung lips stand out seductively.

Angelina is followed closely behind by her two most trusted employees, Cara and Margot.

Cara has her hair dyed a little bit more yellowish blonde and straightened. She wears a gold top that has exotic hand drawn patterns on it. She has a long black nylon skirt to be paired for the bottom, a stretchy bow band tightens around her waist. She looks almost too girly in this outfit, expect for the presence of combat boots that kicks up her wild style.

Margot has a zebra printed blouse, the first top two buttons left undone to expose some good amount of cleavage, while she has some leather pencil skirt on that tucks the ends of her blouse in around the waist. A long black jacket cut from the same leather material lies over her top, while some dark stockings and a pair of knee length boots with heels wrap around her legs. Her hair is tied into a neat knot at the back. She also wear some diamond earrings and have nude makeup on.

All three of them sway their hips in the exact same rhythm, as if all of this had already been coordinated before they decided to arrive. The presence of all three of them occupying the same room not only causes attention to be immediately drawn to them, but to also suck pretty much most of the oxygen around them. They are like these powerful magnets that just can’t help but to draw in the people in their surrounding, men or women alike. It’s not just because they are drop dead gorgeous, but also because they have their air around them that simply commands respect and obedience from the lesser beings.

Some of the slaves they pass even immediately drop to their knees, unable to shiver in both fear and delight at the sight of their ‘Mother’. Mother…. He had heard some of the other slaves refer to Angelina as their Mother, much because she is like one, protecting and providing them a place to stay and all. And since she is the Mother, then that means the slaves are her children. Cara and Margot are called Aunts, for some reasons.

“As promised. Your delivery is here,” says the blonde dominatrix, before giving the trio a slight bow. Her motion seems genuinely well-practiced, but there’s this wicked smile plastered on her face that makes Hassan shiver with unease. She’s not an ordinary person, he’s almost sure about this. He has never seen her before during his brief stay in The Dungeon, and if she’s someone who matters, then he is sure that she would have been introduced during the tour.

“Who’s that?” he whispers to the person next to him.

“Who? The new face? Never seen her before,” the guy replies with interest.

“Oh, I know her,” someone else slips in. “She’s from Tower M. But aren’t they rival company to our company?”

“Sshhhh! Be quite. I can’t heart what they’re saying.”

Hassan focuses his attention to the spectacle at the center of the room. All four doms are interacting right now. There’s a bit of hostility in the air between them somehow, though, he can just tell.

Angelina gives her a civil smile. “I see. Well done, Chloe. I’ll be sure to contact Lena—”

“I’m not here to hand the girl over, though. I’m just here to show you that she’s doing very well in her re-education, as you can see,” Chloe spares a look at Suzan, obviously feeling damn proud of her work. She has managed to break the girl in and reform her.

All eyes focus on Suzan by the mention.

“That’s not the agreement. You’ve fixed her, so the girl should be returned to us,” Margot says curtly, clenching the slime tablet in her hand.

“Impatient, aren’t you? Lena hasn’t prepared on her request yet, but I’m sure she’ll make a call just as soon as we’re ready. My visit is brief, and I think my pet has gotten the walk she needed. Can’t stay for long, or else she’ll start misbehaving.” The words are full of meaning when she says it like that. 

“Misbehaving? I thought you’ve managed to tame her?” Cara can’t help but to ask, a dry insult hinted in her tone.

“For most of the time. But I think I’ve done my job a little bit too well now. Now, everytime I leave her alone, she’d try to hump anything that she can put inside her.”

“You’ve managed to turn her from timid to a s*x addict?” Cara can’t hide the surprise in her voice. “We’ve tried every stimulant techniques we’ve got, but no matter what machine we attach her onto, she always end up breaking in the end. How did you manage to do that?”

“Oh, nothing big. Just a little bit of patience and care. Plus a ton of appropriate stimulants.”

“We’ve done exactly that, but she didn’t respond this well. She was too strong-willed, so we had to break her down, but she turned mad right after the therapy. She was too stubborn even when insane,” Margot explains, still not sure of what she’s seeing.

She’s not the only one staring in disbelief at Suzan, though. Even Angelina can’t help but look amazed at the sight before her. Suzan is acting like a properly trained pet; and it’s not the regular kind. They can see the slave girl trying to stay put whilst kneeling on the floor, obviously fighting her instinct to explore despite her perked up interest. She puffs around in her spot a lot, lifting and lowering her ass as the mood strikes her, exposing her pantiless p***y every once in a while in doing so.

“Tsk, tsk. You Dungeons are so hot-headed. No wonder you failed to break through her mind. She was already pretty unstable by the time I got my hands on her. So no, I wasn’t talking about brute physical force. I’m talking about psychological encouragement. I almost did anything, I must be honest, except to let her roam around and explore her sexuality. I just exposed her to some ‘soft’ porn, then I just let her respond to it naturally.” What Chloe defines as ‘soft’ porn might be completely different to what the general public understand. “From there, I just picked up the pace and allowed her to corrupt herself until she became what you see right now. Training her to know her proper place is just child’s play after that.”

Everyone almost talked at the same time by the time Chloe finishes explaining. A series of voices continuously erupts all around Hassan, discussion filled with comments and speculation.

While chaos erupt around them, Chloe chooses the moment to bid her goodbye. “Well then, until later.” Chloe nudges her head to the side, before walking off, hand yanking at Suzan to follow her from the end.

The trio doms are left to watch on as their new asset crawls away. 

“Not so fast,” Cara tries to interject, but Angelina stops her.

“They can leave. Chloe’s right. We’ll settle this the right way.”

The assistant looks like she wants to say something else, but ends up stepping back, unable to disobey the Mother.