Dark Fate: Book 2 – The First Night

I smiled as I let the two women digest that little bombshell. I knew I couldn’t just go advertising that fact too much, but I’ll admit that I was reveling in my second chance, and the power my choices had given me. Power that I had fought long and hard for, before. Looking back and forth between Kayla and Hibari, I said, “Now, before I deal with the unfortunates who I need to put out of their misery, I think we should decide what is going to happen with you two.”

Kayla frowned. “What do you mean, decide what is going to happen to us? Let us out of these restraints, so we can get out of here, before the goblins come back!”

I shook my head. “All the goblins in the building have been killed. Spawn rates won’t be that fast, not yet. Until someone works out a barrier to prevent the mobs from spawning, we’ll have to clear the buildings every eight hours or so. Plenty of time until the next groups start spawning. Well, maybe one or two of the early ones, but the rest will not be coming back until much later.”

The Wheelwoman did not seem entirely pleased with my pronouncement. “Fine! Just get us off these slabs, will you? I’d rather not spend the whole night bound to a rock, waiting for some damn goblin to rape me. And I’d REALLY like some damn clothes!”

Hibari nodded. “Yes, Greene-san. I know we are at your mercy right now, but I, too, would really like to get out of this position. You—” she paused, and shook her head, as though trying to convince herself of what she was about to say. “You say you’ve been through this before. So, do you know how to release us?”

I nodded slowly. “There are three ways I could release you. The first, and simplest, would be to give you the same ‘release’ as I’m going to give to the other women, the ones that are too far gone. The second way would be for me to attempt to shatter the stones binding you through brute force, though if the dungeon has hardened it like dungeon walls typically are, then that may well prove impossible without using attacks that would kill you in the process. The third involves binding the dungeon to my will, and forcing it to do what I command it to.”

I held up a hand to stifle any questions for a moment, and said, “Unfortunately, enslaving a dungeon like that is one of the things that will have warring races join forces to hunt you down That kind of power is too great to be left in the hands of anyone. So, if I were going to do that, I would have to have some assurance of your silence.”

Kayla sighed, and said, “I promise, I won’t tell anyone about you getting the uber-powerful object under your control. Not like anyone would believe me if I told them about all of this, anyways. God, I hope Becky is OK, I bet she’s been just living it up with Marco. Wait until they hear about the day I’ve had!”

Hibari just shook her head. She, at least, realized the error that the Wheelwoman just made. The Ninja looked up at me, sighing, “Given what the young one said, I guess you are not going to simply accept a promise from us, to not share your secrets with the world, are you?”

I nodded slowly. “Indeed, Hibari. I am afraid that the only assurance you can give, that I would accept, would be for me to bind you, in the same way I will bind the dungeon. I’ll need to enslave you, just like I did Talia here.”

“You can NOT be serious!” Kayla shouted out. I looked back to her, to find her eyes filled with disbelief. “Enslaving people can’t actually be a thing. You’re just trying to take advantage of us! Like all those other men.”

I sensed a bit of a backstory there. Well, it didn’t matter too much to me, especially since she was right, and I most certainly was taking advantage of the situation. After all, the biggest strength of the Slave Master profession was in growing your ‘stable’ of slaves, to the point where they could be considered a small army.

A Slave Master could enslave one additional person with their [Slave Brand] for every five points of Charisma they had. Beyond that point, if a Slave Master wanted to enslave more creatures, they’d have to sell or transfer a slave to make room. Or they would have to use the infinitely more fallible slave collars.

Naturally, higher tier races took up more spots. Tier 2 races took up two slots, Tier 3 took four, and Tier 4 took eight slots. Well, that was just when they were initially enslaved, of course. If someone evolved or was otherwise forced to change their race while enslaved, that didn’t take up or refund slots to their current master. When trading to others, however, it was a different story.

As for those who weren’t a Slave Masters? Well, they could own system slaves, sure, but the controls were weaker. They had to rely on slave collars. A Slave Collar was an enchanted item that basically replicated the Slave Master’s brand, but it could be easily transferred to new owners, and it was easy to remove. The nice thing about a Slave Master’s slave brand was that it could only be removed by some significant ritual magic, and, even then, only if the Master was dead.

Of course, selling a slave with a Slave Brand was possible, even to someone who wasn’t a Slave Master, but that, too, required a ritual, involving the blood of the new owner. A non-Master could only have one of those Brands per Tier, and the slots were counted the same as for Slave Masters, with the exception that the higher of the slave’s racial tier and class tier determined the slot cost, while a Slave Master only cared about the racial tier. So, a non-Master in Tier 4 could have four Tier 1s, or two Tier 2s, or a single Tier 3 slave. As with a Master, that only mattered when the brand was transferred. If the slave grew after that, all the better for their master.

I shook my head as Kayla kept badgering me about things. “I can’t believe you’re talking about just enslaving people as if it were nothing! Even if there are monsters and magic now, you can’t be just doing things like that! This isn’t some third world hellhole!”

I focused my gaze on her. “You are correct, this is not some third-world hellhole. This world, the entire world, is about to descend into a hell the likes of which you have never seen before. The strong will prey upon the weak, and people will die. There is no escaping that.”

“However, I can offer you safety, and protection. I am stronger than someone of my level normally would be, and I can protect you from the worst of what is happening. But I will not be betrayed again. So, I demand utter submission and complete obedience from those who would follow me, and seek my protection.”

Hibari cleared her throat, and said, “But, if we submit to you, then you will protect us?”

I nodded to her. “Make no mistake. If you choose my protection, you will be mine, body and soul, to do with as I please. But you will have my protection, and I will see to it that you thrive and get stronger in this new world. While no man can truly predict the future, at my side you have a far better chance of living than you otherwise would.”

Kayla sputtered. “Oh, come on, Hibari! You can’t seriously be considering what this stupid demon is talking about, can you? And Talia, was it? You have to see how stupid this whole thing is, right? Tell your boyfriend off already!”

Talia shook her head. “He is not my boyfriend, Kayla, but my Master. His word is my will, and his strength my protection. I serve him, body and soul, and he’s given me purpose in this new world. Join him, and you’ll know such pleasure you wouldn’t believe.” She sighed dreamily, clearly remembering.

“I’ll do it! I’ll submit”

I looked back at the ninja, and smiled. “Very good, Hibari.” I reached down and pulled out my cock, allowing the two bound women to get a good look at it. “Talia, prepare Hibari, while she gets me ready to claim her.”

“Yes, Master.” Without complaint (except perhaps that she wasn’t getting a more active role), Talia moved around the stone slab, and kneeled behind Hibari’s bound form. From the ninja’s expression, I could tell that the Battledancer had not wasted any time going to work with her tongue.

“You sick fuck! I can’t believe you! Just a pervert like all the other men! And you, Hibari! I can’t believe you’re going along with this!”

I ignored Kayla’s continued ranting as Hibari opened her mouth with reluctant acceptance. Maybe she was a natural submissive, or maybe she was just doing whatever it took to survive. Either way, she proved that she had some skills as she ran her tongue across my cock, purring to cause vibrations as I pushed it down her throat.

With a setup like that, it did not take me long to get my flag to full mast, and my engine ready to go. I pulled out of Hibari’s mouth, causing her to gasp for air as I moved around behind her. Talia moved aside, allowing me access to the Asian lady’s well-toned body.

Hibari managed to get enough of her breath back to speak as I lined up behind her. “Quiet, girl. This is what we have to do, in order to survive. I would rather be a sexy demon’s pet than an ugly goblin’s broodmother. I want to live, and this is the best way to ensure that I AAAAHN!” Her rebuke of the Wheelwoman was cut off as I shoved inside her in a single thrust, her body shaking in pleasurable response to the sudden intrusion.

The ninja was tighter than I expected a mother to be, but then I remembered that she had been changed by the System, so perhaps that wasn’t so surprising. If it had youthened her, then it probably had made other changes, as well. She was limited in how much she could respond, thanks to the restraints, but if her moans were any indication, she was quite enjoying herself.

I took her hard, and fast, but not roughly, or without consideration for her needs. This was more like a rite to seal her submission to me, not the conquest of a rebellious slave-to-be. I wanted her to willingly submit to me, to want to be mine.

It wasn’t much different from the idea of leading troops into battle. If you simply whipped people again and again, they would fight, but only until they could find a way to escape, even if it meant they died, and you died with them. If you offered nothing but rewards, people got lazy, and unmotivated. If you offered rewards with one hand and beatings with the other, and distributed each according to their due, then the performance of the troops got significantly better. Sure, I could force things, but there was a limit to how much time I could spend breaking and training slaves. At least until I found a place to make a permanent base, I’d have to limit the number of rebellious slaves I took in at any one time.

While Hibari definitely appreciated the attention, I could see that Kayla was looking disgusted. That shock and disbelief turned to something more closely akin to anger and hatred. No doubt, I was proving all the horrible stereotypes about men to her. She shuddered in revulsion as I came inside Hibari, placing my brand upon her left ass cheek as I did so.

I pulled out of the Ninja, and walked towards the Wheelwoman. I didn’t bother to put my dick away. It amused me to see her trying to maintain eye contact when her face was eye level with my cock, still slick with intertwined fluids.

“Will you submit?”

“Fuck you! I’d rather die than support the patriarchy like that whore! You’re going to be in so much trouble once this gets out!”

I shrugged, and let her see me shrug. “If that is what you want, I have no reason to deny you. I don’t have time to break you properly before we’ll have company.” As I spoke, I stepped around to the side, so that I had a clear line on her neck, and drew my sword.

“Wait! You can’t do this! It isn’t ri—”

Her protests were cut off by the falling blade, which ended her life. One by one, that same blade took the heads of the other ten women who were doomed the moment the goblins took them. Talia took the opportunity to clean me off and tuck my dick back away, as the system message appeared before us.

Well, that was about what I expected. The system did not reward killing helpless individuals that highly, after all. Still, any loot was worth it, in my opinion. Now, all that was left was the core itself.