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After her ship sinks in the far, frozen north, Aithne is forced into servitude.

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Aithne's story part 36 - Slave of the College of Winterhold

“What did you do?!” Ghint’s already wide eyes seemed ready to pop out as he stared at Neblii (the slave of the College of Winterhold, not the mage who claimed to have invented mass translocation but whose claims have been widely discredited). “You must have made ol’ Urag mad!”   Neblii shook her head as she scrubbed the bottom of the pot. “It wasn’t him.” I was already a slave, she didn’t add. He just didn’t treat me like one. She bit her lip and forced back a fresh splurge of tears. “
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Aithne's story part 35 - Remember What You Are

It was so much easier yet so very much harder this time.   She had to fuck (or, rather, be fucked by) one elderly dark elf, not an entire room of men, and after more than a year of Urag’s orcish cock,  Savos’ - Master’s, she reminded herself, it would not do to think of anyone by a real name – dick seemed thin and reedy. It felt more like being fingered than fucked.    It was a perfunctory fuck, void of meaning except to relieve Sav…Master’s physical need. He finished then to
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Aithne's story part 34 - Crumbled Illusion

Chtonji beamed as the cake was set in front on him and immediately grabbed for it.   “No.” Aithne took his hand and held it, laughing. “Not yet. First we need to crush the box. Right, Da Da?”   Urag, beaming from the other side of the highchair, nodded, picked up the small box on the side of the cake, and set it in front of Chtonji. He placed his hand on Aithne’s, which still held Chtonji’s, and said, “Ready?”   Aithne nodded, but her attention was fully on the baby
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Aithne's story part 33 - Treading in Merky Waters

Merry (Early) Christmas! My gift to you: a chapter from each of my stories. Thanks for reading!   ____________________________________________________________________________________________   Aithne patted Chtonji’s back as she made her way past the Arcanaeum’s foyer, an open area made of very inflammable material where the students had taken to practicing smaller spells. The baby waved one arm and made an adorable cooing sound as he shifted, and Aithne smiled down at him. H
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Aithne's story part 32 - Imagine That

Aithne sighed as she nestled against Urag’s hot skin. She liked the rise and fall of his chest as his breathing stabilized, the sound of his heartbeat throttling down, the contented snort-like rumbles he probably didn’t realize he made, the comforting feel of his arm holding her.   It had been far too long since he had agreed to sex, citing concern for her safety as if her body was somehow more vulnerable after giving birth. Not, of course, that she would dream of complaining about it.
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Aithne's story part 31 - A Storm of Memories

Aithne balanced the tray on her hip as she stepped into the suite. Urag sat on the bed holding Chtonji in front of his face and making incongruent cooing noises. The baby smiled and gurgled and reached out a tiny green hand to grasp Urag’s tusk, and her Master laughed. Aithne paused a moment to cast a fond look at both before moving to the dining area and setting the table.    Urag entered the room just as she finished and handed her the baby as he passed toward the bathing room. As sh
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Aithne's story part 30 - New Beginning

Aithne slipped from the bath and dried, then put on the clean robes that waited near the bath cabinets. It had taken some time to find out where the laundry was done, but once she had found it, she had taken over that duty as well. As with the food, Urag cared little about what the robes he put on looked like. Also like the food, Aithne cared in his stead; his robes were now always free of stains and pressed. She made sure of it.   When she stepped out of the suite into the Arcaneum, s
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Aithne's story part 29 - What Have I Done For You Lately?

Aithne felt a glow in her and she basked in its heat as she set the breakfast table. It was a new emotion, one she had difficulty naming. Joy seemed a bit strong. Happiness as well, though treading carefully around the perimeter of the word did not lead to a feeling of it being entirely out of place. She feared to pursue that thought further, shying away and shifting downward.   Content.   She rolled the word around in her head and it felt right. She had made her Master happy
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Aithne's Story part 28 - Back to the Kitchen

Aithne woke with a feeling of slight panic. There was something she was supposed to do. Or supposed to have done. What was it?    She looked around the dark room. Nothing seemed amiss. Urag snored from the bed, a sound that always made Aithne smile a little only because it felt like an outward expression of the differences between her orc masters. Both had snored, but Urag’s was a gentle rumble. Borkul’s snores were like him – oversized and powerful. And difficult to sleep with.  
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Aithne's story part 27 - Accidental Runaway

“Sir?”   It had felt best to wait until the day was done to broach the subject so she wouldn’t interrupt Urag’s work, but now that they were alone in his quarters, Aithne wasn’t so sure. Perhaps he wouldn’t want to discuss it now. She cringed inwardly but held her ground – there was no going back now.   Urag didn’t look up from his stew. “Hm?”   “I…um…I have finished the book. You said to tell you when I was done.”   That did bring his attention away from
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Aithne's story part 26 - Testing the Boundaries

Aithne’s eye followed the path inscribed on the floor, though she had long since memorized the parts of the pattern that were within her view. After all she had been through, standing behind a desk with nothing demanded of her while wearing a basic but comfortable college robe and shoes was a welcome circumstance, but it was not without its own discomforts. Her feet and back ached, neither helped by the stone floor nor her growing belly.   Not that she would ever say anything, of cours
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Aithne's story part 25 - Paradigm Shift

“MERKS! WHAT IN OBLIVION?!”   Aithne had heard the phrase ‘loud enough to wake the dead’ but this was the first time she had witnessed it. She blinked open her eye, then groaned as pain washed over her. Every bit of her body felt battered and bruised. Well, externally, anyway. As much as it hurt, it was still nothing compared to what Borkul’s clients had wrought. Not that that helped her headache. She tried to lift her hand, but the spike of pain that shot up her arm in protest foresta
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Aithne's story part 24 - Spark

Every day for a month, Merks persisted. Every day he became a little crueler, inflicted a little more pain. Every day, Aithne endured it. Sometimes she cried out - pain still hurt, no matter how pathetic the source – but always, he seemed unsatisfied at the end.   His friends showed up with their same enthusiasm the remainder of the first week but the crowd began to peter out as the month went on until it was whittled to just the two of them. On the twenty-seventh day, she followed him
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Aithne's story part 23 - Student Body

Aithne stood in the same spot as she had the day before, though this time she paid more attention to the room around her. If her past way of serving was not what her new Master wanted, she needed to know what was.   Although there was little to see that gave her a clue. It was the same as the day before – people (presumably students or teachers) came in, chose specific books or scrolls for no clear reason, then sat or stood or paced and read them. Sometimes someone would have several b
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Aithne's story part 22 - Shattered Expectations

When her Master climbed out of bed the next morning, Aithne was on her feet, posed and ready to do things right this time. Whatever that might look like.   Her Master yawned and rubbed his eyes. His cock strained against the silk breeches – he had awoken with an erection, one thing, at least, he and Borkul had in common. Her new Master turned, then froze when he saw her.   “Ah. It wasn’t a dream.” A big sigh, then, as Aithne waited. Had it been Borkul, she would have already
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Aithne's story part 21 - First Night

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
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Aithne's story part 20 - The Orc

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
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Aithne's story part 19 - Third Handoff

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
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Aithne's story part 18 - Dragonfire

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
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Aithne's story part 17 - An Eye for Trouble

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
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Aithne's story part 16 - Cruel Twist of Fate

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
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Aithne's story part 15 - Damaged Goods

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
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Aithne's story part 14 - Awake at Last

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.  
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Aithne's story part 13 - Lost in the Haze

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
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Aithne's story part 12 - The New Normal

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
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