Her reverie was broken by sudden noise, and she looked up as alarm coursed the length of her nerves and she shouted silent curses at herself. She hadn’t been paying attention, hadn’t been watching her new Master, hadn’t…
Her self-berating stopped with as abrupt a transition as the panic had inspired.
Aithne had lived most of her life at sea and, when outdoors, could tell the time of day or night in an instant, even when clouds obscured the sky. But there were no windows i
The room around them was giant and magnificent, filled to the brim with bizarre apparatuses. The very air buzzed with energy. Bright light shone from fire-less sconces along the wall and glowing runes covered the floor. High above Aithne’s head, large spheres rotated and spun, each at different speeds, in some strange pattern she could not grasp. She gaped at her surroundings, trying to take in the entirety of the giant room, but everywhere she looked, she saw something new, and each new thing s
Aithne sat on the floor of the cage that encompassed a full third of the inn’s front porch and simply enjoyed not being weighed down by chains. Rorikstead, she decided, was her favorite town in Skyrim, at least so far. First, it was not one of the places she had visited with…Him (though the occurrences were less frequent and less severe after two weeks of distance, she still felt the familiar combined spark of hatred and longing shiver through her body at the thought of her former master) and, s
The end was coming. Aithne could feel it, could almost see Death’s cold fingers reaching toward her. It had been five days since they had left Markarth and she knew she would not last even that much more. Though it was the first five day stretch since she had landed in this cursed land that she had not been forced to fuck someone, it was the worst five days of the entire experience. And it was not a close comparison.
She plodded along steep mountain road on her toes, leaving a red tr
After three and a half days of travel with Sutfu and the other pilgrims – for pilgrims was what they purported to be – Aithne was on her last gasp of stamina. Every step on the steep mountain paths was torture in the spiked shoes and she was lagging behind the group when they made their fourth camp.
She slumped to the ground next to where Sutfu placed his bedroll and tried to enjoy the respite from movement, but her body was wracked with eponymous pain and she could not tell the diff
She had thought she knew cruelty. From the moment Borkul had dragged himself from the wreckage of the Jaunty Spirit, she had undergone every torture she could imagine (along with several she would never have envisioned had she had all of eternity to think upon it). He had beaten her and raped her and ground her down until she was nothing but a mindless plaything. She had thought him cruel, then and after. But the truth was, he had not been.
Evil, certainly. It would not be possible t
A sudden lack of movement tumbled Aithne from chaotic dreams that slipped from her mind with alacrity, leaving only a tainted residue of disoriented horror as her eyes cracked open to see the first blushes of pink painted against the star-laden sky.
Her arms ached and her legs felt numb. She shook her head. There was no time for this - if they had stopped, HE would be expecting her to…
The thought froze in her mind as the memories of the night before crashed in concert wi
It couldn’t last, of course. Sound returned first. It began as a distant whistle and grew over time, as the cart jostled along narrow, rocky mountain roads. A faint breeze, a rushing wind, then a slight pop and she could hear once again.
From this crack, her shell quickly shattered and her other senses returned in full brutal force. She couldn’t hold back an audible cry as the pain from her half-healed wounds seemed to lance through every nerve her body contained all at once.
For the second time, she broke.
Five more times, they had stopped at an inn. Twelve more sessions of inconceivable torture. And that wasn’t even counting the bandits who had demanded a toll to pass, those three days ago. She had been the payment…for all fifty-three of them.
She had tried to remain strong for her master, to show him she was not weak, but after every instance, her body shook a little more, her heart quailed a little harder, her breath grew a little more hag
Aithne lowered herself to hands and knees and looked up at her master. He nodded, opened the door, and entered. She crawled after him, the bell clanging with each shuffle of her knees. The gems pinned to her nipples and the tip of her cunt buzzed softly and she couldn’t stop a moan as a low shudder passed through her body. Of all the accoutrements the stranger in Solitude had sold to her master, they were her least favorite.
Not that it mattered – she wore them for her master, not fo
“I don’t understand.” Her master looked around the room with a disgusted expression. “This is Solitude. The capital of this stupid little province. Look at all the people here!” He swept an arm, taking in the large and very busy inn. “I was sure we’d make a killing. This is your fault. Look more enticing.”
Aithne nodded, though she had been doing her best for the better part of three hours, and stretched her naked body, then started to dance as gracefully as she could.
Aithne was woken by a touch on her shoulder. She blinked and looked up to see her master standing over her. A warm feeling ran through her body and she smiled at him, the first genuine smile she could remember. He looked momentarily startled – or she might have imagined it – but then his visage shifted to his usual gruff stoicism and he motioned and she pushed herself to wobbly feet.
He watched with an expression that told her that he carried the same concern she was feeling. She wil
She was awoken by a roar that filled the air and made the ground vibrate. She gasped as pain lanced through her arms and shoulders. She struggled to put weight back on her legs, though they had their own share of complaints.
The roar sounded again as the first tingling of feeling began to sweep over her limbs, and she twisted her head in every direction she could manage even as the refugees began to drag themselves from their tents. Soon the area was filling with muttering and cries
The sun had dipped partway into the distant horizon like a satisfied man in a bath when they arrived at what appeared to be a mine, except there were a number of ragged tents staked out around it. HE inquired and discovered it to be a makeshift refugee camp.
“Just our luck,” HE muttered as they she set up their own small camp on the outskirts, somewhat away from the refugees. “I had hoped to make some money tonight but these cowards don’t have a septim to split between them. Finish s
It was the warmest, most comfortable bed in the world, fit for kings or emperors. Delicious heat stroked her skin, cocooned her in its embrace like a mother’s womb, and she smiled and snuggled deeper into…
HIS voice cut through the warmth like a shard of ice and her body fought to comply without hesitation. For some reason, it would not move as quickly as…
A sharp smack on her thigh, and she cried out as she struggled wit
There was no sea. There were no ships. There never had been. It had been an illusion, a dream born of fever and nightmare, best left on the shoals of sleep, where all dreams founder upon waking.
Bright sunlight. The sound of the surf crashing and gulls calling and horkers shuffling their massive bulks across the shore. She noted them all in a distant part of her mind, but they weren’t for her. HE turned and began walking, HIS hand holding the lead to her collar in a negligent grip. S
Her first time on a Navy Sloop of War had been a revelation. The tight rigging, the prow as sharp as a knife, everything in exactly the right place. Every inch of space was built with purpose – not a hair’s width was underutilized. It was, as far as she was concerned, the peak of specieal knowhow. It moved through the water like it was…
“You’re doing it again.” A sharp crack and her right breast burst into flame. She cried out as the cave rushed back into focus, along with the ten-in
Aithne huddled at the end of her chain as she watched the door. Master had found a town some days or weeks ago. She wasn’t sure – she had lost track of time in this enclosed space, where the only hints of the world outside came when He opened the door to leave or return.
She heard His footsteps crunching outside and hastily pushed herself to her knees, then poised as she had been taught, with head bowed and hands open on her thighs. She heard the door open and peeked up as much as sh
Aithne slept fitfully on and off with little regard for time or surroundings – her body felt equally burning hot and unceasingly cold, and she had no appetite, only sipping water when it was offered before dipping back into sleep.
When, at last, she truly woke again with her senses fully restored, she felt a little like she had in the water – cocooned in delicious heat. She was still laying on her side, but the fire was banked to a low glow. She couldn’t see the sky beyond, so she fi
The orc heaved a large bag out of the water and flopped it on the ice with a jarring metallic clank without looking away, then spoke in exactly the sort of deep grumbly voice that she had imagined. “I have one more load to get. Sit tight – I won’t be long.”
Aithne couldn’t have responded had she wanted to but he didn’t seem to expect a response – he turned and jumped back into the water. Aithne spared a moment to marvel at the orc’s ability to swim in such icy water as she clambered
It made no sense, Aithne thought. The crow’s nest was the highest point on the ship, which meant it was the closest to the sun. That should make it the warmest spot, shouldn’t it? She glanced off-port at the distant mountains of Skyrim. They stared back, their icy crowns glittering in the bright light of day. They were even taller than the crow’s nest – they should be the warmest spots on the planet. Instead, they were the coldest.
It made no sense.
She sighed and re-focu