Walking to her cell as I returned to my human form, as Camila followed me, I didn't wait to see what kind of mutation Duygen had. Standing in front of the Black woman's cell, I turned my head towards Camila, and she smiled as she began to speak. " Her name is Chantel Harris, and she is heavy into trying to hold white people accountable for the past. So she doesn't have a very kind nature to your kind, master." Camila said, making me look back at Chantel as she glared at Camila.
"Oh, really? So you want to punish me for something I had nothing to do with? Well, if we are going to play that way, I should at least do what you are accusing me of doing. So what is the issue you have with my people, Chantel?" I said while stepping through the cell bars, making her back up in fear.
I snapped my fingers, and a whole range of fun equipment showed up in her new room, making her look around quickly as she tried to think of a way to talk herself out of this. "I just want the history taught, that's all." She said, backing up, making me chuckle.
"It's taught so much that at this point it's beating a dead horse. You're point is fucking stupid then, as you already get what you want. But I believe that isn't your honest answer. Why don't you stop lying and just admit what you really want?" I said, forcing her to walk back, glaring at me as I hit a nerve inside her as she grit her teeth.
"I want payback! Is that so fucking wrong! You subhumans have made my people suffer, so we should get our pound of flesh!" She yelled out as I chuckled. "See, it's good to be honest. Show the world your racist mentality. But as for your point. That's a stupid way to look at it, I mean, who do you think sold you to my people? Here's a hint: it wasn't a white person." I said while she backed up against the wall.
"Your own people sold your Ancestors to my people, so you can't really blame one group of people over another in this issue, plus on this planet, there isn't a group of people without blame, as every group of people for being vile subhuman insects. We are all tainted beings, you, me, Camila, even the random dirty bag taking a shit on a toilet somewhere in this world. We all are subhuman shit stains from something our people did in the past." I finished speaking as she glared at me.
"But it's not fair! We deserve payback!" She yelled out, making me break out in laughter.
"Your people deserve nothing; life isn't fair. Life doesn't have past wrongs righted. You sucking it up and move along, that is just how it is, do you think my people should hold the Middle East accountable? I mean, the force my ancestors to be sex slaves or soldiers to die on the battlefield, the Ottoman Empire wasn't as kind and just. Let's all point fingers, like that is going to change anything." I said, picking up a whip from the rack.
"What are you going to do?" She asked out of fear as I smiled at her. "Well, if you want to hate me for what my Ancestor had done. I may as well do what they did. You know, there is a saying, if you call someone something over and over, at some point they will become that out of spite." I finished saying as I cracked the whip on the ground, making her jump a little.
"Usually, I take my time to break a woman, but for you, I am going to do it way crueler because I just don't like you now," I spoke these words, making her change her tune. "I understand, I was wrong for holding you accountable for the past. Please spare me." Chantel said while she was falling to her knees trying to save her ass.
"Camila, strap her onto that pole with her back facing me," I said. Camila smiled and nodded as she walked over to Chantel, who started to struggle as she yelled out. "You won't get away with this! And fuck you, Camila, I thought we were friends!" She yelled out as I waved a hand, making her body become more submissive, shocking her as she wasn't flailing anymore.
"What did you do to me?!" Chantel asked, making me smirk as Camila bound her arms above her head as I pulled the chain, making Chantel dangle with only her toes touching the ground. "I normally only increase the pleasure a woman feels by getting whipped to a hundred. Let's see what happens when it's times by a million," I said, making Chantel look confused.
Camila stepped away as I raised the whip and sent it flying as it struck Chantel's back. Her pussy sprayed out a torrent of liquid, covering the wooden pole as she moaned out loudly. No words come out, just the defining roar of a moan that overwhelmed Chantel. Her body convulsed from the pleasure as blood trickled down her back from the first hit.
I watched with amusement as the first hit already overwhelmed her. What would the tenth or hundredth hit do to her? I wondered with a smirk on my face as I brought the whip back behind me before sending it flying once more. She sprayed another large amount of liquid out. I was thinking to myself, 'I hope I picked treated wood for that pole, or it's going to get waterlogged.'
"Please, mercy." A low voice came from Chantel as I spoke. "I didn't hear you. I don't think that's how you should be addressing me. Dig deep into your bloodline, you know what you should be calling me." I said with a wicked smirk on my face. She didn't reply as I smirked, bringing back the whip before sending it flying towards her back once more.
The pleasure flooded her as she climaxed again, and her mind was slowly cracking with every hit of the whip. What she didn't know was that there are two ways to break a human, through pain and pleasure. This has been a fact throughout human history. Now she is experiencing both at the same time.
As the sounds of the whip and her moans over pleasure filled the cell and drifted into the hallway by the tenth strike, Chantel couldn't handle it anymore. "MASTER, IT FEELS SO GOOD! MORE! STRIKE THIS DIRTY BITCH UNTIL YOUR ANGER HAS BEEN SATISFIED!" She screamed out with her tongue hanging out.
My strikes moved from her back to he thick ass, making it jiggle with each hit, as she convulsed from the pleasure. "MORE, MASTER! HIT ME MORE!" She screamed out, no longer caring about the past; she was now living in the present. An Chantel loved it.
Her ass cheeks had bleeding marks before I moved onto her thighs; her body was covered in blood, sweat, and pussy juice. Chantel was a hot mess by the time I put the whip down and walked over to her. Letting my fingers run up her bleeding thighs as she moaned out and squirted as my fingers touched her cuts.
"Your master is going to fuck you now, do you have a problem with that bitch?" I said, pulling on her hair as she moaned and looked back over her shoulder. "No master, my pussy is yours to use." She said with eyes glazed over and a broken smile on her face. "Good, girl," I whispered, making her gush out.