When I approached the cabin, it turned out things weren't as bad as they'd seemed. The roof was rotten and sagging, but the walls were standing. The wooden door creaked but opened on rusty hinges, and even had a bolt on the inside. Overall, it was livable for a couple of days.
Inside was a rotten bed, a hearth, a table with a bench on one side, and tons of dust. First, I propped my captive in the corner of the room. I sat on the bench to rest a moment – it was unlikely anyone had followed me, so I could relax briefly. But not everything was rosy.
First, I'd acted like a fool in the village – I shouldn't have gone so hard on the mob right away. Even though I'd left none of the clan soldiers alive, the villagers remained. The soldiers had come because of a messenger or some other distress signal from the village, which meant the loss of an entire squad would soon be noticed by the clan. They'd question witnesses and create two composite sketches – with all the system tricks, they probably already had that technology. They might not pin it on me, but they'd identify one of their own – a futanari – without difficulty. So even if my trail had gone cold over the past couple years, it would heat up again.
Leveling had stalled, because simple physical exercises were no longer effective. For example, to raise Strength by one point last time, I had to do 2,368 push-ups with a 25-27 kilogram weight on my back – I counted. Same story with Agility and Endurance.
The solution was to spend free attribute points – and to get those, I needed to level up. Even the lowest sergeants in the enemy army were level 18, and I was stuck at ten. Though my stats were comparable to a system-user of level 30-40, standing still wasn't good.
I needed to finish studying rune spells, expand my arsenal, and keep grinding physical stats the hard way. I had to complete my ki core cultivation and find time for mage meditation – it significantly increased mana capacity, and strong channels reduced cooldowns. For example, after acquiring Dark Arrow, I could fire it every 35-40 seconds; now the cooldown was half a second, and I could fire 6-7 without damaging my channels. They also dealt more damage thanks to my magic level.
Enough thinking – first, I needed to deal with the prisoner. Time to recall old interrogation skills.
I removed the gag and blindfold from this wonder. At first, she panicked, twisting her neck, then glared at me. "What's going on? Why did you tie me up? You're not mad that I..."
A hard slap cut her off. "If you mean whether I'm mad that you were going to sell me out to your relatives in exchange for forgiveness – no, I'm not mad. I just needed a prisoner for information."
"But I don't know anything! I haven't been home in four years – I don't know what's happening now."
"Don't worry – you'll tell me about every member of your clan, what they can do, what they like to eat, and who they like to fuck. And believe me, you won't miss a single detail." My bared teeth – I couldn't call it a smile – apparently made an impression.
"I won't help an enemy of the clan – you can kill me."
"I assure you, darling, in the end, you'll beg me to kill you – unless you're a good girl. And you will be. Soon you'll remember even what you heard while still in your mother's womb."
I tore a splinter from the battered bench and began sharpening it with a knife – slowly, lovingly, right before her eyes. She watched silently, not understanding. Then I suddenly pulled her forward, dropping her face-down on the floor so I had access to her hands, and drove the splinter under her fingernail. She screamed for a long time, writhing in pain, leaving snot and tears on the floor. When she calmed down, I drove a second splinter into the next finger – more screaming and crying. Apparently, her pain threshold was very low – she was a pampered aristocrat, clearly not someone the clan had big plans for.
After the fourth splinter, she begged me to stop, swearing she'd tell me everything. I didn't believe her and drove a few more splinters under the nails of her other hand. Only then did I remove them and change her position. She was in shock – pupils dilated, staring at me with wild terror. But I knew this state wouldn't last; she'd answer truthfully for at most two questions, then start hedging.
"What's the clan head's name, level, and class?"
"Emil – the clan head is Emil. Father said he's level 78. I don't know his class, but he's a mage. Please don't hurt me – I'll tell you everything."
"You didn't say what class he is – looks like we need another lesson."
"No, please, I swear I don't know! I only know he's a fire mage and can read minds. I really don't know his class. I swear – just don't hurt me again!"
"Fine – I'll forgive you this time. How many houses are in the Osm Clan? Name them all."
"Besides the Osm house, there are four: Mong, Gur, Zah, and Men."
"How many children does the clan head have?"
Before answering, she rolled her eyes up and to the right, making something up – clearly the lesson hadn't taken. "The head has five sons and eleven daughters."
"Does he happen to have a futanari daughter?"
Her dilated pupils told me I'd hit the mark. I kicked her in the balls – unfortunately for her, futanari had the same pain points as any man: the balls. After that, I flipped her over and kicked her all over for about twenty minutes. By the end, she couldn't even scream – just whimpered. I left the cabin, letting her sit with it, and sat outside on a stump.
Sadism +5
Dominance +8
Not stats to be proud of – I'd killed many without remorse, but never enjoyed sadism. After another twenty minutes, I went back inside. Lisa lay on the floor, staring blankly ahead. I made her drink a sip of health potion – hoping it hadn't expired, since I'd gotten it from Dex over two years ago. I sat her up against the wall.
"Understand – I don't want to hurt you, but you have to be a good girl and tell me everything. Otherwise, I'll have to hurt you again." At the word "hurt," her blank stare turned to me in terror.
"Please, no – I'll tell you everything, anything you want, just please, no more."
She broke – and surprisingly fast. I didn't expect Belarusian partisan-level resilience, but not this fast either. Over the next two hours, she told me everything she knew about the clan – all the secrets outsiders weren't supposed to know, and even the speculations they'd discussed about secrets they themselves didn't have access to.
I left her tied up and went hunting. With my current stats, bagging a couple rabbits was easy. The cabin had a hearth and even an old rusty cauldron over it – I'd need to clean it. In the meantime, I decided to make rabbit shish kebab. A thought occurred to me: in my old world, rabbits and hares were among the horniest animals – if these fluffballs evolved into something lustful like the deer, what a nightmare that would be.
After lunch, I returned to the prisoner. I hadn't fed her, though she'd certainly smelled everything. The next phase of interrogation was about her – I ordered her to show me her full system status. And here came another surprise: apparently, you could display your status to another through the system. Lists of her stats appeared before my eyes. No wonder she was still level 3 – aside from Intelligence at 34, she had nothing. But her Intelligence perk was interesting:
Lustful Mind: 20% chance to gain +1 Intelligence after each orgasm.
Now that was an interesting perk – you could sit around jerking off all day and push Intelligence past a thousand. Strange that her Intelligence was still so low.
Another oddity was her Submission stat at 8 – all other stats ranged from 11 to 17.
I sat down to plan my next moves. Killing Lisa was not in doubt – but that wasn't even the tenth question. Should I flee the clan's territory or start sabotage? Given the capabilities of system-users – moving faster than cars, seeing and perceiving like SVD optics – the clan could easily lock down a huge area. In effect, I was trapped. Laying low for a couple weeks wouldn't hurt. Sure, my Stealth was high, but who said the clan didn't have specialists with maxed Perception for whom my Stealth shone like a beacon in the night? I'd gotten a little too cocky – entering that village was a big mistake. Hiding forever wouldn't achieve anything, but for a couple weeks, while the clan hounds sniffed every passing ass, I needed to be quiet as a mouse. I'd also prepare a proper sabotage plan.
In the evening, I gave the prisoner water and a piece of bread. I slept on the dusty bed – I'd cleaned off just enough dust. A basic magic book helped with that – there was a section on household magic with a dust-gathering spell. I struggled for about fifteen minutes but managed to create a rune chain of earth, air, and gathering. All dust within five meters coalesced into a dense sphere. After forming, it wanted to drop to the floor, but I caught it – about the size of a soccer ball, solid and heavy, maybe 7-8 kilograms. I tossed it outside and went to bed – then bolted upright. The déjà vu was too strong – I remembered some asshole a couple years ago falling asleep with a prisoner on the floor and waking up missing an eye. I tied the prisoner with extra ropes to the table – which, though rotten in places, was still massive and heavy. I blindfolded her, gagged her, and made sure she couldn't move properly. I scattered wooden utensils I'd found in the cabin around the bed so no one could sneak up on me – and only after satisfying my PARANOIA did I sleep. I got only four hours – apparently, high Endurance let my body and mind recover faster.
In the morning, as always after waking, arousal was elevated. I thought about quickly relieving it by masturbating, but then my gaze fell on the prisoner. Why not? I'd use her as a dildo. I pulled up her tunic and took her cock in my mouth. The prisoner woke up and tried to sit up, but couldn't – her hands were tied to the table leg. Lisa's cock quickly hardened, and I simply sat on it, feeling the familiar bliss of fullness inside my vagina. I started moving slowly, and Lisa let out a quiet moan. It felt wrong for a prisoner to be enjoying this, so I grabbed her erect nipples and started twisting and pulling them hard. That brought a scream of pain – and I froze. Was this how Sadism worked? I stopped hurting her but ordered her to make no sound. She just sniffled, afraid to make a peep. I enjoyed my morning sex. After the first orgasm, I got off Lisa's cock – it was still standing, and she clearly wanted more – but I decided to raise, if not Sadism, at least Dominance. I removed her gag.
"You want to come?"
"Yes, I beg you – I'm going crazy."
"Then beg me."
"Please, let me come."
"Beg better – I don't believe you. Maybe you're fine as you are."
"Please, Mistress – I want to come so badly, I beg you."
I mounted her for a second round. This time I came after a hot stream of cum hit my womb. I left the prisoner in the cabin and went outside. First, I went deeper into the woods and cast the cleaning spell a few more times, creating another seven earth spheres – they were solid as granite and didn't crumble. Then I stripped bark from a dozen trees with soft, thin bark, crafted several meters of rope, and wove strong nets. I put four spheres in each net – making dumbbells weighing 28-32 kilograms. That was nothing for my current body – so I approached the problem differently.
I took the rune reference book and looked for something useful. One rune caught my eye – Gravity. I formed it in the air and felt nothing. I formed it on the ground – again, nothing at first, but when I leaned toward it, I felt myself being pulled head-down. It didn't create gravity, but amplified the existing one – Earth's gravity. I grabbed my axe and started chopping trees – I needed planks. After three hours of work, I'd cut thick logs into about four square meters of ten-centimeter-thick boards. I started carving the rune into them with a knife – first attempt was a flop, but I grabbed another piece and practiced. After half an hour, I stopped everything and had lunch, feeding the prisoner a couple pieces of meat and water. Then I took her, hands still bound, to the bathroom – washed her with a simple water-and-air spell that created pressure. With normal mana output it would be combat magic, but I fed in a trickle, and she came out clean.
After lunch, I went back to carving and soon succeeded. I carved rune symbols – 16 on four square meters – filled the grooves with tree resin, and channeled mana into them. When I stepped on the board, I knew the idea worked – it was a gravity training platform. Even basic movements were difficult.
Evening was falling, and in a good mood, I returned to the cabin, ate the last rabbit meat, fed Lisa a piece, and before sleep, fucked her again – this time for an hour. Then I tied her up according to all PARANOIA international standards and went to sleep with a smile on my face.