Dominatrix System

Chapter 155: Slaver's Information Part 1

The walk through the town toward the warehouse was uneventful. The man under my arm looked like he was an escaped slave, so even as I walked passed guards, they didn't care. This was the beauty of a feudal society with a slave system. I couldn't help the smile on my face as the Guards looked at my neck and saw the strength in my arms to carry a full-grown man under one arm. They shook their heads, obviously not wanting to get involved with me, and carried on their patrols.

I opened the warehouse as the sky turned to twilight, and I entered without pause. I moved passed the empty cells and contemplated leaving this for the night for a good rest. I quickly threw that aside. I entered the training areas and entered the second training area where I trained the mother and son just a few days ago. I took the man, and I punched him in the stomach once more for good measure. He loudly coughed before laying back down on the table, not moving much.

I had put him on the rack, and I took one hand. I quickly used the chains on the rack and shackled his first wrist. I quickly followed up with the second arm before restraining his legs and neck. I did not want this idiot to be able to run away or kill himself. I then finished stuffing cloth in his might, although I doubted that he had poison in his teeth like some overzealous organizations in my previous world.

I looked over the subtle muscular man on the table, and I could tell he was an archer. I looked down upon the man as he struggled to breathe with the cloth in his mouth. His nose flared, and I moved to my secret room to grab a large knife. It took a minute, and when I came back, the man had regained most of his ability to breathe.

"So," I began as I walked back into the room, seeing those hazel eyes looking at me with his nostrils flaring to breathe in. "You and your associates decided to attack me to enslave me tonight," I said, my voice bland as if I was talking about something completely unimportant. "To be honest, it was the first time since I had been a slave when I was a child that someone thought they could collar me." I continued as I reached him. His hazel eyes followed me, and I could see the fear in them as the large knife came into view. "I am wondering what you know of me," I stated before moving the knife slowly up the table, letting the noise of it scratching the table sound out.

I stopped with the knife just by his face and set it down, so it was just out of his vision. I moved the wheel with the chains and tightened the restraints, so he was pinned to the table even more tightly. I turned and grabbed a chair before sitting down near his head. I took the knife in one hand and the rag out of his mouth with the other.

"BEAST BITCH! UNHAND ME, YOU SUB-HUMAN SCUM!" He roared into the room. "YOU ARE NOTHING BETTER THAN SCUM FOR NOBLES TO INSEMINATE! WORTHLESS BEAST!"

I raised an eyebrow for only a second before laughing. I couldn't help it as it reminded me of those skinheads back in my previous world. It was like a little taste of home with someone screaming racist obscenities. I remembered the first war I had with the skinheads over some parts of the southern states. It took over a year to finally carve out a small piece of territory in only one state. They resented that, but at that point, I had a growing power base while theirs was whittling away.

They were good times in my past, and the remembered achievement of my past life made me smile brightly. "Ah, that is good," I said, clapping as he roared out something I didn't pay attention to. I was a little stuck in my memories of my past achievements in the previous world.

I stood knowing that the man wouldn't speak anything useful unless I began to make him say something. I reached forward, took the rag, and stuffed it back in his mouth, shutting off the string of obscenities that flowed out of his mouth.

"You know, I feel like I haven't had a truly real conversation with someone in a long time," I told him, twirling the knife in my hand. "It is a great thing to have a real conversation with someone, but there are some things that you cannot tell people who will be able to talk the next day," I continued seeing his eyes narrow as I told him that. I quickly turned and brought down the knife seeing his eyes widen as the knife landed between his legs. I quickly cut into the briefs and tore the cloth apart, revealing a small cock underneath. It was only an inch or two flaccid, but I didn't care much as I continued what I was saying, "But I don't have to worry about that with you. You are not going to be alive when I am done with you, and no one will come to rescue you here," I told him blandly as I removed the cloth from under his ass.