Dominatrix System

Chapter 165: Sales Slave

It was time to start, and I headed out of the Apartment. While Freya and Stacy set upon the tasks I set for them, I knew Cassandra would be setting up a meeting with the Necromancer Guild. I still didn't know what they wanted to do, but my instinct told me it was something large. That would greatly assist in my exit strategy.

As I moved through the quiet streets, I could see people looking around and were on edge around the city. It wasn't just me, I began to notice as I walked toward the warehouse. I saw people with their heads on a swivel looking in corners and even jumping at ghosts. The poor in a city knew when things were going on by instinct, and very few were looking at ease.

It didn't take long for me to reach the warehouse, and I let up only a few of the enchantments as I had planned to leave Melony till later. Now was the time to talk to the slave I purchased yesterday, so I didn't need to disarm more enchantments than that. I also needed to practice before I headed toward the gang. I believe that setting up a schedule that is easy to follow may be imperative. I didn't know if someone was following me, but I knew that someone knew where I worked and lived. That meant that I needed to be extra careful.

I stepped inside and instantly went to my new slave's room. I looked at her with an unreadable expression and looked at her through the cell bars. I went grabbed the key and came back, and I opened the cell with food and drink for the girl and sat down before her. "You have a choice, and I don't really care what you pick. You have to sell to me what you have learned before, after, or during being a slave so that you can prove your worth to me. Suppose you cannot convince me that you are better to keep alive than dead and liability, then I will toss you like wasted gold. Normally I would sell you and try to make back some of the lost gold or at least some silver. Unfortunately, you are either not that lucky or unlucky depending on your ability to sell yourself to me, and no, I don't mean sexually."

This slave girl had been told to think, and I could see the determination on her face. I liked the expression on her face as she was a survivor. Survivors could be dangerous if dealt with improperly, and it told me if I decided to kill her I would have to make sure she was dead, or she would be a liability. The girl took a deep breath and pointed to the food and water.

"Mistress," She began, her voice sounding scratchy, "Can I drink, please? Maybe some food so I can better talk?"

I nodded and gave her the water, and she quickly drank it, not spilling a drop. I then gave her the food, and she took a bite out of the rations, and I saw her close her eyes for a moment, tasting her potential to survive. This woman was expressive, and that was interesting. She looked at me with a smile a moment later, and I saw the slight off-white of healthy teeth as she smiled. "Sorry, Mistress," She said, "You are a Slave trainer, and there is nothing that I can do in your immediate orbit that I could do that other person could not. Based on your style, I normally am best at cleaning and doing menial tasks. I know some tailoring, which has been taught to me in captivity." She took a moment, "I am also very good in bed, I have been told, although I would rather not do that for the rest of my life. Beauty is something that dies with age for those who do not care for you. So that would not be the best route for me to survive. So what I am able to sell to you is my ability to talk, Mistress." The slave girl finished.

I raised an eyebrow at her, and I could see her taking a moment to bite more food. I could see her brain working as best as possible to think of how to explain what she meant, and I couldn't help but laugh. "You want to be a saleswoman for me?" I asked, "Selling my products like slaves?"

The woman nodded, smiling at me, and said, "That is exactly that, Mistress," She said, "I heard that man talking about me and trying to sell various women and men over the short time I was in shops. I believe I could do a better job than him at it and would only get better as I do it more, Mistress," She said.