Throughout my entire journey, I spent a long time thinking about my future in this world, and in the reality of my new identity, there was plenty to ponder. Based on my class, I was looking at either working for some organization or going freelance. The only difference was that working for a state/kingdom/clan meant killing conventional enemies, and that at least provided some justification. But I'd taken my own oath – I served my country, and I didn't need new chains. I couldn't picture myself as a quiet, peaceful housewife, and the world itself probably wouldn't allow it anyway.
Blending into society and immediately making contact with the locals wasn't feasible – I didn't know the language or customs. First I thought about sneaking up to observe, then changed my mind. There was a guy sitting in front of the house, quietly reading some scroll. I figured he'd spotted me long ago, given his Perception stat. I never made a habit of underestimating people. So I approached the hunter's cabin openly.
"Well, hello there, isekai girl," he said in a deep but rather pleasant voice – but that wasn't what threw me off, and not even that I'd been made so fast – what threw me was that I understood the language. Apparently the local language came with the basic package. The guy sitting before me was a bit over thirty, with a short, stylish beard. Athletic build, long dark hair tied back in a ponytail. And a suspiciously kind smile that instantly made me trust the man – though an internal alarm bell did go off.
"How did you know I'm not from around here, if you don't mind me asking?"
"First, you're wearing clothes," he smirked, as if that was the most abnormal thing in the world. "Let me introduce myself first – my name is Turiy. You probably haven't figured out what world you've landed in yet. But here, people generally aren't shy about their bodies, and if any other girl from this world were in your place, she'd never wear fur clothes in this heat just to avoid being naked. Second, your system-crafted items are very low quality – you probably made them yourself when you arrived. And of course, I can see your class is 'Lustful Scout,' Nika, and anticipating your question – you can't see anything about me because your level is way lower than mine."
"Do you get many people like me showing up?"
"Not that many, but every 50-60 years or so someone appears. I suggest we continue this conversation inside, over lunch. You don't mind?"
I agreed, and we went inside. The cabin had a Spartan setup – a table, two benches, a fireplace in the corner, and a bed against the far wall. To the right of the door was a cupboard with dishes and other gear. The guy started setting the table – sliced loaf of bread, half a wheel of cheese, greens, some sausages. By the hearth was a pot of some meat-and-herb soup. We ate in silence.
"Cold beer?" my new acquaintance asked, though I'd already relaxed as if I'd known the guy for a hundred years.
"Sure," I agreed without thinking, though internally alarm was already flaring – this bastard was becoming way too familiar way too fast. He poured beer into mugs, and we drank without clinking. I felt heat spread through me.
"Maybe take off your clothes – they're too out of season. And don't worry, like I said, we don't shame bodies here."
I could barely think straight; the heat throughout my body was driving me mad. I quickly stripped and sat there naked. Though somewhere deep in my subconscious, a faint alarm persisted.
"Well, one more round?" He filled the mugs, and we drank again. My thoughts were cottony; I only managed to notice he'd also pulled off his shirt.
"So how do you like the beer?" He moved to my side of the table and put his hand on my thigh. Somewhere deep down, I knew something was wrong, but my thoughts flowed sluggishly. Then he pulled me by the neck toward him and pressed his lips to mine. Resistance wasn't an option. Our tongues tangled together, and his hand started stroking my breast. I was in a state of bliss – my breast melted under his touch. The little pink nipples stood so erect it was almost painful; down below was a flood. Turiy scooped me up and carried me to the bed. All the while, our tongues never parted.
Laying me on the bed, he pulled back, a strand of saliva stretching between our tongues, then he started licking my neck and moving lower, while his hand stroked my dripping cunt. No thoughts at all – I just reveled in the ecstasy. He slipped one finger inside.
"So you're still a virgin, huh. Don't worry, I'll make your first time memorable." He dropped his pants and lay on top of me. The heat of his body drove me crazy; he slipped his tongue back into my mouth, and I felt his hot cock rubbing against my pussy. He adjusted it with his hand and guided the head inside until it pressed against my hymen. I felt good – insanely good – yet something was missing; I wanted his cock to keep going. Overwhelmed with languor, I moaned loudly. He pulled almost all the way out, then slammed back in with force, tearing through my hymen.
At that moment, I felt a sharp pain, but simultaneously such powerful euphoria from the feeling of being filled inside that the pain blended with it, bringing even more pleasure. He began thrusting, and I, completely out of control, moaned loudly. After a few minutes, orgasm hit. My brain simply couldn't handle the flood of pleasure – I think I even blacked out for a second. Despite my orgasm, he kept pounding me into the bed, which only amplified my pleasure. He grabbed my ankles and pushed them up, lifting himself slightly. In that position, his cock went deeper and seemed to reach my womb. The pain stimulated me anew, and I came again, brightly – my screams probably echoed through the entire forest. Then I felt his cock pulse inside me, and a hot stream flooded into me. It was magical. I came a third time and blacked out for a couple minutes.
When I came to, I felt my partner flip me over and place a pillow under my stomach. Then he knelt behind me and entered me again. Our games continued for maybe another hour. After that, I simply passed out.
I came to in the evening. My whole body was relaxed, and I'd gladly have given in to that bliss, but anxious thoughts immediately started clanging like alarm bells. That asshole drugged me with aphrodisiacs and fucked me. Not at all how I'd expected my first sex as a woman. Though maybe it was for the best – I didn't have to force myself over that hurdle. It was, so to speak, fait accompli. But that thought did nothing to calm my rage. The bastard was sitting at the table again, staring at his scroll. I needed to plan my next move – rage is rage, but acting without a cool head was out of the question; he probably wasn't lying about being above me in levels. So first, a plan.
I opened the system logs to at least understand what had happened.
Warning: An epic-level mental attack was used on you, partially blocked (Steel Will)
Warning: An epic-level mental attack was used on you, partially blocked (Steel Will)
Willpower +1
Your "Willpower" stat has reached 50. You have gained the perk "Fortress of Mind." Even in case of complete mental subjugation, you retain an island of will; your thinking cannot be altered by means below the divine level.
Warning: An epic-level mental attack was used on you, partially blocked (Steel Will)
Arousal 60/100
Warning: An epic-level mental attack was used on you, partially blocked (Steel Will)
Arousal 80/100
You consumed "Potion of Passion"
Arousal 140/100
Critical arousal threshold exceeded. Immediately satisfy your lust to regain control of your body.
You have lost your vaginal virginity! Quest chain "Insatiable Cunt" initiated.
Quest: Insatiable Cunt 1 – Perform vaginal sex ten times, with at least 4 different partners. 1/10
Reward: 1000 EXP, variable
Failure penalty: none
You receive 600 EXP
Congratulations! You have reached Level 4.
Vaginal Sex +2
Vaginal Elasticity +1
Attractiveness +8
Arousability +5
Fertility +2
Endurance +6
Strength +2
Agility +1
Warning! "Ero-Snares" spell was cast on you.
Effect: You have fallen into mental dependence on the person you had sex with while the effect was active. All his commands are a joy for you; you cannot think badly of him. You feel constant sexual attraction to him. (Partially blocked by Fortress of Mind) (The spell will be completely erased within 8 hours)
So what I'm getting is that I'm enslaved not just in body but in soul, and I can only think clearly because of a lucky break – if I'd been one willpower point short, my personality would have been wiped. Well, that's it – this bastard is dead. Don't expect an easy death, you piece of shit.
"You're awake, darling? Come here." His voice sounded so sweet to me that I simply couldn't resist – if not for Fortress of Mind, I'd be happily trotting over right now. I stood and walked to him with a blissful smile.
"On your knees." The order was expected – he was certain now that I'd do anything for him. I obediently knelt before him.
"First, treat your master to a nice blowjob – need to level your skills, wouldn't want to be awkward when I sell you to your buyers."
"Yes, master." I unbuttoned his pants and pulled them down slightly, releasing his half-erect cock into the open. On one hand, I was disgusted; on the other, the mental bonds still partially affected me. With an idiot's smile, I took him in my mouth and began clumsily working him with my tongue. His cock slowly started to grow, filling with blood.
"Yeah, lots to teach here, dumb cunt – you've never sucked cock before? Mmm-hmm." He grabbed my hair roughly and stood up from the bench. Then he just started fucking my mouth. His cock hit my throat; it became hard to breathe; tears squirted from my eyes – it hurt. But on the other hand, my body against my will started getting aroused. I can't say I liked it, but heat spread through me, and I started heating up; down below was a flood, and my neck began moving in rhythm, trying to take this asshole's dick deeper. At some point, ecstasy peaked, and I came – not as hard as with vaginal sex, but still. A minute later, this bastard started cumming straight down my throat. I started choking, and only after he let go did I collapse into a coughing fit.
"Now get on all fours – you're getting punished."
I got up, braced against the table, and arched my ass toward him. Didn't have to wait long – a second later, a stinging slap burned across my ass. The perverted bastard liked sadomasochism too. More from surprise than pain – though it did hurt plenty – I yelped.
"Shut up, cunt – I don't want to hear a peep out of you without permission. Understood?" And he slapped again with full force.
"Yes, master," I squeaked, tears involuntarily spilling – fucking female body; in my past life I'd learned to endure torture, and here I was falling apart. But nothing – in a few hours, we're going to have a talk, you condom.
After the fifth slap, I started getting turned on.
Masochism +1
(Ability Masochism partially converts pain into pleasure depending on skill level; increases experience gained from sex by 1% per skill level.)
Submission +1
Masochism I get, but the Submission stat I didn't like at all. No time to dwell on it now, because I was seriously getting worked up from the slaps. After the seventh slap, that asshole roughly fucked me right there in that position. During it, I came twice and gained another 300 exp and a point each in Agility and Endurance.
"You know, I actually like you, slut. And even the fact that you didn't jump me the second we sat at the table makes you more interesting. Now tell me – how did you manage to resist my mental attacks? And how many points do you have in Willpower?"
The question was obviously loaded – if he had mental skills, lying wouldn't work, so I'd give him half-truths.
"Master, I wanted you from the very first minute, but I was very shy. In my world, it's not customary to move so fast. Master, will we live here together in this cabin? I'm so happy I met you, master! Will you tell me about this wonderful world? Will we travel together? Will we..." A hard slap cut off my last question, but I'd achieved my goal – I'd pissed him off, and hopefully he'd forget about the Willpower question. And the fact that I was glad to meet him was true – the slave leash on my mind was still working.
"Shut up, stupid cunt. Good thing I don't have to put up with you long – your buyers will be here in the morning, and you'll be someone else's headache. And nomads will teach you submission real quick."
"Master, are we really parting? But I'll die without you."
"Don't worry, you'll love the nomads just as much – they know their alchemy."
What a bastard. And it doesn't even cross his mind to hide his plans from me. No matter – soon the leash will fall, and you'll have your back to me. Clearly this piece of shit had enslaved young girls before. Despite thoughts of brutal revenge, my face wore universal sadness and tears welled in my eyes. I didn't even have to act – the leash itself fed those thoughts about my master. It was already late evening, and we went to sleep. Turiy lay on the bed, and I was made to sleep beside it on the floor like some dog. No sleep was happening. I decided to meditate – there were only 3 hours left until the mental collar wore off.
The first hour I spent meditating, which ultimately added a point to Intelligence.
You have reached 25 points in the "Intelligence" stat. Choose a perk from the list:
Perfect Memory
Accelerated Thinking
I chose Accelerated Thinking, obviously – for an assassin, it's the most critical parameter. I also got a perk for Endurance from a few hours ago after sex, but that one was non-optional.
Enhanced Endurance: Your endurance depletes slightly slower.
Then I started planning my escape. I didn't know if Turiy would feel when the collar dropped, so I started preparing 15 minutes before the deadline. First, I found a pretty decent dagger among his belongings – I'd spotted it in the morning when I entered the house, lying by the utensils. Sneaking quietly, I reached it and took it in hand. Returned to the bed – the bastard was sleeping on his side, so technically I was behind him; the Backstab skill would work. The moment the bonds fell from my mind, I felt it immediately – until then, even knowing he was my enemy, I'd looked at him with something like admiration, and suddenly my perception sharply shifted.
I almost threw up looking at that goat. Blinding rage clouded my eyes, and I used Backstab, aiming straight for the neck. The dagger sank 4 centimeters and stuck – his body toughness was incredible. I yanked it back out, and he abruptly bolted upright, staring around wildly trying to figure out what happened. The next strike, to the eye, went more smoothly, but also wasn't lethal. And then I flew backward into the wall – apparently he used some magical skill. The air left my lungs, but fortunately I wasn't stunned. Turiy started screaming bloody murder – a dagger to the eye wasn't exactly pleasant – while I immediately dropped to the floor and tried to become invisible; it was night, my time. He whipped his head around with his remaining eye, trying to spot the would-be killer, but apparently saw no one.
The stealth of the Blade of Night ruled. I began slowly retreating toward the door while he cursed furiously and demanded the killer (apparently it hadn't even occurred to him it was his slave) come out like a man. Getting out of the hunter's cabin, I ran toward the stream. I accepted the failed assassination calmly. I'd underestimated the system's influence in this world – I thought my target was just a guy, a bit faster and stronger, plus magic. Turns out there are skills or stats that harden the body like Superman's – a normal person couldn't have taken that first hit. I needed to re-evaluate everything, but first priority was to get the hell away.
I ran along the current until morning – my class, though it wasn't stated, gave me pretty good night vision. By dawn, I made a short rest. Drank water and let my aching legs recover. Thank god I'd thought to put on my boots before the kill and grab my bag. During the four-hour marathon, I picked up two points of Endurance. Scrolled through the logs – there was still more to read, plus a new quest chain that had appeared after blowing that asshole. But that could wait. I stood to continue on.
I needed to figure out where to go next. If he was planning to meet slave traders, they'd likely have a tracker – the most important person in that business. Hoping to hide tracks, especially with the system and its skills, would be stupid. So I needed to keep running – though for the same reason, they'd probably be faster and have more stamina than me. But there was no other choice.
Even though I didn't have high hopes, just in case they used dogs, I stepped into the stream and ran in the water for an hour, then got out on the opposite side and kept going.
After another 3 hours of running, I had to stop at some edible berry bushes and take a lunch break. Not meat, but the berries were very sweet – sugar meant energy, which I needed.
By noon, I reached a river into which the stream fed. The river was small, only 4-5 meters wide. A not-so-brilliant plan formed – make something like a raft. Plenty of wood around, though without an axe I couldn't cut proper boards, but I'd try breaking some thick branches. Spent 2-3 hours building my wonderful Titanic – a raft of arm-thick branches about the size of a door. Intuition screamed that pursuit was close. That there was pursuit, I didn't doubt for a second.
Pushed the raft into the middle of the river and climbed on – it floated, so good enough. The raft moved pretty fast; there was a high chance of going over a waterfall, but that was better than slavery. I drifted until evening and, luckily, hit no waterfalls or even rapids. And toward evening, I spotted a settlement in the distance.