Train her to be ruthless

There was only time for about one more exercise today. This was arguably the most important, since Raven could already fight decently, and was obeying in to a degree. What I needed now was to break down her outmoded sense of morality.

The room I led her too now was very empty looking. At the other side of the room was a middle aged man in scruffy clothes, strapped securely to a guillotine. She started a little when she saw it and glanced at me. I smiled through my mask.

“This man is a **** and murderer,” I lied. In reality, he’d been just some guy I **** off the street. In time, of course, my charge would willfully kill even innocent children for me but for now it made the exercise easier. “So when we kill him, it’s no big loss.” He squirmed a little.

“I’m going to give you one chance to do this the easy way. The red button on the guillotine will activate it and kill him. Go press it, and I’ll reward you.” She stood frozen, and looked at the ground. Ah, still not there yet. Oh well. I leaned down and whispered to her, “You’re still going to kill him you know. I’m going to hurt you now. When you’re ready to press the button and kill him, just let me know.”

And so I shackled her to the ceiling, and beat her senseless. Her willpower training was working against me now as I progressed from leather floggers, to single tail whips, to bamboo canes. I was beating her pussy and breasts with so much **** I kept breaking canes and still she just whimpered and hung there taking it. Her pussy, however, was now even wetter than last night.

I got up close, so she could feel my body heat, and slipped two fingers into her. Immediately she began to moan and buck, “So… you ARE a pain slut. As much as you hate the beatings they’re getting you horny, aren’t they?” She sobbed and shook her head frantically as I fingered her.

I kept this up for a few minutes. Her legs where now spread wide as she desperately tries to hump my hand. “You want to cum don’t you?” I said slowly, clearly showing I was back in control. She nodded frantically. “You know what you have to do, right?” Again she nodded, sobbing in desperation. I paused and leaned close, “…do you want to do it?” she just hung there, writhing for a moment, then nodded again. I shook my head, “Say it.”

“I… I’ll do it… I’ll push… the button.” She sobbed, shaking and humping the air desperately.

“What button? I don’t care about that. What do you want to do?” I worked my fingers a little harder, careful not to let her cum but adding a little extra pleasure.

“I… I’ll push the… I’ll…” she stammered, thrashing around. “I’ll… I’ll kill…” she sobbed and screamed in desperation.

“Is that so?” I said, sounding bored. “I’m sure you can ask nicer than that. Ask for permission for what you WANT to do.”

“I...please…” she broke down, crying and humping for nearly a full minute before she tried again, “P-please… Master Deathstroke… Please I… I want to…kill him.” The last part came out barely a whisper.

I smiled, “Want to what? I can’t hear you when you mumble.” I rolled her clit between my finger and thumb slowly.

“I want to kill him!” she screamed desperately, “Please! Please let me kill him!!!” I smiled and took a step back, releasing her from her shackles. She dropped to her knees and crawled, unable to stand. The man on the machine was sobbing in terror now, though unmistakably aroused by what he’d just heard. It would be the last thing he heard, as the blade silently descended. Raven just kneeled there, staring at all the blood, sobbing, and I approached.