One of them brandishes a knife and says "let's slit her throat for Potema!"

"No," says another. "She'll make a good sacrifice, but let the high priest decide when and how."

Well that's a relief. She gets to live. For now.

The one who stopped the guy with the knife sends the others back upstairs to their posts, except one "report to the high priest."

"What will you do?"

"I will assess the captive and interrogate her."

He doesn't interrogate her. Instead the cultist rapes her with great glee. Still, she reflects, how different is it from what she would've had to put up with if she'd become a prostitute as she'd initially planned?

"You stay here. I'll be back," he says with a satisfied grin before heading back up the stairs. He takes all her stuff too, presumably to rifle through it at leisure.

He's tied her to the pole again, but the knots aren't that tight and after a while Godis manages to wriggle free. She spares a grateful thought to the times they played "rescue the maiden" back in the village. For some reason she was always the fair maiden to be tied up and rescued. Godis didn't mind, and she didn't mind when the boys "accidentally" squeezed her boobs back then. She did learn to wriggle her way out of knots just to pass the time. Sometimes boys noticed and the knots got very for a while tight - tighter than this cultist's knots - but in the long run she always found a way to get out. Then her captors would try to catch her, wrestle her down, and tie her back up again. She always made sure they'd catch her....

So she's free... now what?

She could turn and run. Godis is pretty sure she saw Lady Katheryn turn and flee now that she thinks about it... but Maya is still up ahead. What happened to her, she wonders?

In the end she resolves to press forward - at least until she finds some clothes. She imagines wandering the byways and highways of Haafingar stark naked. That won't end well for her she's sure, so at least she should get some clothes.

Forward it is, carefully on her hands and knees, but forward.

A dead draugr gives up an ancient bow and quiver of arrows... the clothes is too old, crumbling and tearing when she tries to take them.

Alas, poor Maya!

A bit further ahead, Godis finds Maya's dead body. She died fighting, but in the end she was brought down.

Godis takes a moment to remember her companion - Maya's confidence, her bravery, and her kindness towards a young woman from the countryside. But Godis is not a sentimental woman. Life and death are simple facts to be accepted and living must keep going. She strips Maya of her valuables and armour and weapons. Maya won't need them now.

If she stops the cultists that will be a kind of vengeance for her companion. That would be fitting.

Godis continues forward.

Godis fights hard. Maya's blade is enchanted too. It's very effective.

Perhaps it's easier to be brave and confident and kind when you're wearing high quality Elvish armour and wield a magic blade. Godis certainly feels braver and more confident. Then she kills the cultist who raped her. He doesn't beg for mercy. He dies too fast.

In spite of her best effort and Maya's armour and weapons Godis is hurt. These cultists aren't pushovers.

Once more Godis is forced to yield. She's near the actual ritual site and one of the senior cultists come down to inspect her.

"You're going to suck my cock!" The senior cultist steps up and shoves his dick into her mouth.

Godis sucked a fair number of cocks back at the village. She was pretty good at it too, she thought, and it was kind of fun. Certainly she was popular with the boys.

Sure this guy is a crazy evil cultist or whatever, but sucking cock is sucking cock so she sets to it. It's a bit challenging because her arms are tied and she can't really reposition her body, but on the other hand it's pretty obvious that this guy hasn't had any action for a while. If he joined the cult to get laid it evidently didn't work out.

It doesn't take long before he ejaculates massively in her mouth and on her face and neck. Godis smiles at him distractedly the way she used to smile at the village boys, suggesting she's somehow swept along and can't conceal her enjoyment. It's not exactly acting as she does like sucking cock, but she makes sure he notices that his cock had that effect on her.

The cultist seems a bit surprised - pleased even - at her apparent pleasure. "We have to get back to the ritual", he mutters and leads off the other cultists.

The way they tied her is very uncomfortable. Cruel, even...

... but it doesn't take Godis too long before she wiggles out of the restraints.

They were in such a hurry they even left her gear behind. She puts on Maya's armour and creeps up the stairs, the volume of the ritual chanting and screaming growing louder with each step. She is near.

Godis sneaks up on the cultists and murders several of them before they know what hit them. Summoning ancient demons is apparently very distracting. Luckily.

The senior cultist lies dead at her feet. She can still taste the flavour of his sperm in her mouth.

They're all dead. The ritual has been stopped.

As she loots the cultist's stash (as one does), a wave of euphoria sweeps over Godis. She did this. Like the heroes of the stories she is battered and bruised, but she stand victorious. She stopped the evil. She did it, not Lady Katheryn (who fled) nor Maya (who died), but Godis the village girl.

It's a great feeling.

To top it off she finds a shield that's obviously enchanted.

Snack break.

Still riding the endorphin high of her success, Godis leaves the cave and wanders into the starry Haafingar night.

... she comes to a fork in the road.

One way is the path back to Solitude. She can report on her success at Wolfskull cave and on the fates of her companions... and then decide what to do next. Maybe try to get that prostitution license she needed? She'll need to get armour and weapon licenses though, or they'll confiscate Maya's armour and sword... and the magical shield. Would she want to sell them? They ought to be worth a fair penny.

The other way lies... who knows what? The sign says Dragon Bridge, but she's never heard of the place. That way lies adventure.

Which should she choose?

It is probably unrealistic to expect that each of them will get the full Maer or Ephedrina-style writeup, or even the Godis one (where I'm trying to be brief). It turns out my playing speed outpaces my writing speed by a fair margin. But at least I thought I'd introduce them so all their travails will not pass in complete silence.

... without further ado, allow me to introduce:

ARETHUSA

Arethusa has recently arrived in Whiterun from Cyrodiil in the hopes of joining the Companions in Jorrvaskr. She has no skill in magic and does not intend to pursue the ways of the wyrd, trusting instead in her shield and blade.

The spoiler shows Arethusa posing with her sword and blade in the Bannered Mare in Skyrim.

GODITH

Godith is a young Nord farm girl who just arrived in Solitude from the nearby countryside. Her is intention is to earn a living as a prostitute, thinking it's better than subsistence farming. Basically this is a restart of the Godis game - same character except for a slightly different hairstyle and a new name - and Godith is similarly set permanently at level 1, starting with 1 in all skills except Speechcraft.

This time, however, the intention is to actually try to do the non-adventuring lifestyle rather than be distracted right away.

The spoiler shows Godith attempting to seek guidance from Mara prior to setting out for Solitude.

MALATHEA

Malathea is a scrawny and kind of awkward looking Breton wannabe witch. She's starts off with nothing to her name, apprenticed to a Necromancer. One of Malathea's quirks is that she has exceptional reservoirs of magickal power (I think I set her magicka starting at 400 or something like that). Unfortunately, her magicka recharges with less ease than others, requiring a special ritual (masturbation).

One or two Skyrim settings may have been a bit harsher than my usual playthroughs as well, though it only becomes topical a few times. As in almost all my Skyrim games, spell tomes are fairly rare and require time and magicka-penalties to learn from.

ATHELIL

My current playthrough.

Athelil is an ambitious Nord adventuress, aiming to become a powerful mage. She starts off with a whole bunch of advantages: permanent licenses for magic and weapons and some pretty sweet gear. On the downside, she has 0 in all magical and combat related skills and learning spells is dependent on skill, so she's got a bit of an uphill battle there.

And, of course, if she loses her gear she may be in for a harder time as well.

SWANHILD

Swanhild- another hardy Nord farm girl - travelled to Markarth to see what the town has to offer.

Spoiler shows Swanhild at her first job in Markarth:

SLITHA

You know the story: young Nord girl, absent mother, demanding step-father. Skyrim is a cruel place, and it doesn't get less cruel if the authority figures in your life are looking to take advantage of you.

Here is Slitha in her little room.

MINOU

A young Breton woman gains admittance to the college in Winterhold. It's mildly controversial as she has no training in the magical arts whatsoever. She is, it has to be said, fairly charming and she seems to have money too.

The spoiler shows Minou's starting gold and skills above 0:

SIALIS

Sialis is a retainer of a Dunmer noble house. One of the noble ladies of the house disappeared on a sea journey to Windhelm. Reports suggest that the identity of the missing Dunmer noble was assumed by one of her followers, known as Ephedrina.

Sialis arrives at Windhelm intending to track down Ephedrina and get some answers. Like Ephedrina (or rather, the noble Ephedrina served) Sialis is well equipped. Unlike Ephedrina, Sialis does not have any licences. It shouldn't be a big problem though.

Spoiler shows Sialis fresh off the boat, contemplating her next step.

THISTLE

A Bosmer woman is robbed of all her belongings - including her clothes - and dropped off in some random spot in Skyrim. Or perhaps it's some sort of strange wood elf ritual? In any case, Thistle has no food, no money, no clothes, no weapons, and no compass. Is she resourceful - and lucky - enough to survive and prosper against the odds?

Spoiler shows Thistle from another angle:

The reports of necromantic activity seem to be accurate, as the cave is guarded by several animated skeletons! Maya and Lady Katheryn dispose of them without breaking a sweat.

One of the skeletons carried a massive axe (beofre they obliterated it) which Godis picks up. "It can't be that different from chopping wood back at the farm" she says cheerfully. The others laugh.

... and it really isn't. Godis gets some good solid hits in in the next fights. The axe is massively powerful when she connects, scattering bone (and necromancer gut) all over.

The three of them quickly find a rhythm and carve through the opposition with little difficulty.

"Well done Godis" says Lady Katheryn. "Maya, I think you should take young Godis as an apprentice." May smiles, but doesn't say anything.

Maybe being an adventurer beats making a living on your back?

"Whoa! Look at that!" Godis is a little worried by the cascades of magical energy washing over the site.

"They'll be too preoccupied with their foul ritual... right?" Maya nods at Lady Katheryn's question "I hope so..." then she grows stern. "Never fear, truth and justice is on our side! Jarl Elisif depends on us! Forward!" She's a real leader, afraid of nothing.

The fighting soon gets heavy. Godis does her best, screaming like a fury as she charges into battle with her massive axe.

The enemy is more terrible than Godis ever imagined...

... but she does her best.

Maya is brave and relentless...

... and Lady Katheryn bristles with arcane power.

Alas, it is not enough.

They are defeated. As Godis lies tied on the cavern floor  - sore and frightened - she wonders what the necromancers will do to her. Will she be able to talk her way out of this? And what happened to Maya and Lady Katheryn?

She doesn't have much in terms of advantages - no wealth, no skills, no family connections to speak of. But she's young and healthy and the menfolk seem to like her.

Godis likes the menfolk as well, and with no better prospects she's come to where there's more of them in the hopes of earning an easy living on her back.

"You'll need a license to work my inn, sunshine. But when you get one, do come back."

Whoring, it turns, out is not as simple as she told herself it would be, back when she was on the farm.

"Honey, you're young, you're strong... you seem bright too. You're wasted being a prostitute... come with me. I'll teach you how to survive in Skyrim, on your own terms."

Maya is a brave adventurer who's taken a liking to Godis. She wants to take the young Nord under her wing.

"I don't know... it sounds dangerous," Godis replies. But it also sounds exciting.

Godis goes up to the palace to obtain the license. Turns out there are a bunch of requirements that will take both time and money. What a hassle.

While at the palace, Godis meets a woman - another adventurer - who calls herself Lady Katheryne.

"Darling... you're a friend of Maya's? That's wonderful! She's a wonderful woman! If she says you can become an adventurer then you must be special! You'd be a fool not to take her up on the offer darling!"

Godis stops by the Temple of the Seven on her way back to the Winking Skeever. She spends her remaining money on an amulet to Dibella. Maybe the goddess will help her get what she's looking for?

"I'd love to be with a big strong man like you...." 

It's true. She's batting her eyes, smiling, flirting and it's all natural. She would in fact like to bed this strong warrior - for appropriate payment, a girl's gotta eat and all - but...

"... I'm not allowed. I don't have a license and I'm too afraid of breaking the rules. It's so silly, isn't it?"

Who'd have thought it'd be so tough to become a whore?

And so the decision is made.

Godis borrows some money from the inn keeper. The terms are steep, and the consequences for not paying back are probably unpleasant.

It makes sense, though. If adventuring works out, it should be easy to pay back. If she is killed, debt won't matter. And if adventuring doesn't work out but she survives she'll be able to use some of the left over money to sort out the prostitution license.

She doesn't mind keeping whoring as a fall-back plan. It's why she came to Solitude in the first place. Still... if somehow she can become as confident as Maya or as mysteriously powerful as Lady Katheryn, wouldn't that be something?

She purchases a few necessities with the money, saving the rest.

"Maya... I'm ready... if you'll still have me?" Godis is nervous. This feels like a big step. Bigger than when she walked through the gates of Solitude, thinking she'd become a whore.

"Of course I will Godis. Glad to have you. The three of us will set out immediately."

"Lady Katheryne? She's joining us? That's great news!"

"Indeed. We'll be investigating some possibly necromantic activity for Jarl Elisif. I thought it prudent to bring a mage of some sort for support... and Lady Katheryne is very competent."

"Oh I don't doubt it. She seems really nice."

Ephedrina is playing at Candlehearth Hall and Windhelm is about as welcoming as she remembers it.

"I'll cut off your cock and feed it to the dogs if you talk to me like that again," she says between songs. She's a fuck-moll, yes (though this guy wouldn't know that), not a whore.

"Hey, sorry! No offense intended! I thought you might want to make some money... I was just trying to be nice...." The drunk mutters to himself as he slinks off "fucking greyskin bitch. What's her fucking problem?"

Gascayn, for his part, watches and smirks from the distance.

Ephedrina still refuses to fuck Gascayn. He puts a good face on it, but she can tell he's frustrated.

She's frustrated too, but she knows how to deal with that frustration.

This time Ephedrina doesn't wait for the thoughts to intrude on their own. She deliberately starts constructing scenarios in her head, thinking of herself being humiliated and degraded as she masturbates. Gascayn figures into those fantasies, as does the drunk and his disgusting suggestion.

She remembers the first time Gascayn fucked her in the ass too. The complicated things she felt then.The things he's done since. It doesn't take long before her first climax. feels good.

More pictures of Ephedrina as she imagines taking the drunk's cock in her mouth after being fucked in the ass. Gascayn is there too, calling her "my little whore" and laughing.

Satisfied, Ephedrina drifts off to sleep, thoughts idly passing through her mind. She obviously gets off on how Gascayn treats her... she wonders... did he make her like that, or was it always a part of her, only buried? 

On one hand, it may be safer to keep these things locked in her mind - to be brought out when she needs them. On the other hand, the thought of Gascayn forcing her to heel as she feebly resists... is really really arousing. 

She almost starts touching herself, but instead she falls asleep. The dreams are really vivid, though.

The next morning she's brought in for another grabby search. The guard feels free to squeeze her breasts and press his erection against her through their clothes. But he lets her stay dressed. Almost a gentleman by Nord standards.

The job is - of course - a fuck-moll thing. She lets some noble fuck her and while he's busy grimacing, she removes some jewelry from his purse. Easy.

Gascayn is watching, too. She looks at him, almost bored. No orgasm here. He looks away.

She doesn't bother faking an orgasm. The guy doesn't care anyways.

They leave Windhelm soon afterwards. She is not going to miss the town.

"I heard you play at Candlehearth Hall. You have a pretty voice."

They're hiring a wagon. She hears Gascayn whisper to himself "you should hear what she sounds like when she fucks."

Somehow - maybe because of his tone of voice - he sounds frustrated and petulant rather than degrading. He's trying to spoil the moment, to make it taste of him, to own her. It's not working. She smiles.

The journey to Riften is uneventful.

"I'll be paying off my last deal tonight, Gascayn."

"Doesn't it make you a bit sad?"

"No." Not sad. A little frightened, somehow. But that only increases her resolve. Gascayn got his tendrils into her mind. Best to shake them off if she can. She has to try.

"You're back. How was it?"

"Less exciting than you'd think. I'm going to take a break from... guild business."

"Is that so? What does Gascayn say about that?"

"It's none of his business."

Vex looks surprised. That is pleasing.

"So I hear you've bought out of your deals with Gascayn."

"That's right. Well... one's left, but I'm paying it out tonight."

"And you're leaving the guild?"

"No... but I'm taking a break. Girl's gotta tend to her health. I'm kinda... sore...." She smiles, making a joke of it. He laughs. 

"A couple of days is fine, but we need you. Some work requires a fuck moll. You're good at it."

Ephedrina nods. She is not intending to remain a... a fuck moll as they call it. But she'll worry about the Guild later. One thing at a time. Tonight it's about Gascayn.

"You're going through with this?" It's hard to read his face.

"Yes. Here's your money."

"You're making a mistake. It's dangerous in Skyrim. You need someone. Someone to protect you. Take care of you."

"I don't like the way you 'take care of me' Gascayn."

"Could've fooled me," he says with his sardonic grin. The way you moan and scream sure makes it seem like you're enjoying yourself.

In some ways he's right. Humiliation and degradation turns her on. She's accepted that as a fact now, but she's not going to let that rule her. She's not going to let Gascayn rule her.

"Goodbye," she says with a pleasant smile. They both know she means "go fuck yourself."

"You're making a mistake," he calls out after her as she walks away. Not too loud, though. He wouldn't want to look weak in front of the rest of the Guild.

Walking out of the Ragged Flagon feels good. Leaving Gascayn behind feels good.

Maybe he's right. Maybe she does need him to stay safe. It's a risk she's willing to take.

Ephedrina plays at the Bee & Barb for a place to stay and a few coins. Most of the regulars there have seen her naked. They've seen her in chains, fucking, humiliating herself, in ecstasy.

Nobody says anything, though. She's about to begin a new chapter.

"I love you Ephy."

"Are you that desperate Gascayn? You're trying that? Really?"

He sought her out at the Bee & Barb and he's trying to convince her to stay with him. He's not offering any changes in "the arrangement" - the money he'll claim from her, the "deals" he'll offer. He wants her under his thumb.

"I told you. We're done. It could've been different maybe, but you made the choices you made and we're done."

"I do love you" he says again with real intensity. "And love can make a man do foolish things."

She resists the opportunity to mock him, but he reads it on her face. He doesn't like it.

He's angry now, looming over her. "When you come back to me... WHEN, not if... I will not be as gentle on you as I was. I won't let you take advantage of me again."

"Threathning me isn't going to change anything." She's made up her mind. Unsurprisingly (but still troubling) is the fact that his threats are turning her on. Enough that she's having a hard time focusing.

"I'm not threatening you. I telling you facts." He looks like he's about to attack her, but he contains his rage (barely). "And the facts are that I love you and I will do anything - ANYTHING - to get you back."

"Anything except treating me decently," she manages to say (while images of him degrading her and making her climax play through her head). It's enough, though. He storms out.

"Have a care Ephedrina. I will collect you... and you will pay."

One last parting shot and he's gone.

Will he collect her? Time will tell.

She tries to sleep, but the lack of a collar and piercings and restraints... they make it hard for her to fall asleep somehow. Eventually she strips naked in her bed. It helps and after a while she passes into a troubled sleep, dreaming of the man she just spurned.

"Hey Ephy, it's been too long. Let's fuck." She can see the bulge where his penis strains against his pants. He's not hiding it.

"Not right now. Not tonight."

"How can you be so cruel? After everything I've done for you..."

"After everything you've done to me, you mean. How can you expect that I'd want to... I'd want to lay with you." Somehow she can't even bring herself to say the word.

"Ephy, Ephy, Ephedrina... everything I've done, I've done it for you. To make you feel good...."

"You're so full of shit," she says. The idea is preposterous. "You've done it because you enjoy it... because it gets you off to...to... treat me like that."

"That's true too," he acknowledges."But that doesn't change the fact that it makes you feel good."

"Listen Ephy... when you're naked, bent over my knees and I'm smacking your ass... it's getting more and more red with each smack... it's beautiful. You're beautiful... and you're happy."

She stands there, mesmerized, unable to interrupt or walk away.

"I can feel your cunt dripping on me as you lie there. You can't help but grind it into my leg, ever so slightly. Don't think I don't notice. And then... picture it, hear the sounds in your mind... when I fuck you on the floor of the Ragged Flagon... your voice echoing, people watching... you climax so hard you forget where you are... you just come again... and again... and again."

He looks at her in silence as she stands before him, stunned, overwhelmed by the scenes in her mind.

"We both know it's true. It's what you need. It's who you are... but if you must..." he stops whispering, breaking the spell as his voice returns to normal, "... you may go now. Do your little show of independence. You'll be back... on your hands and knees... I'll put a collar around your neck... and you will finally be happy."

"Fuck you," she whispers without conviction.

He smiles and winks at her as she leaves, "I know you will. Very soon."

Ephedrina's had hoped the hot bath would clear her mind and calm her down after the conversation with Gascayn. It's not working. Her heart and mind are both racing.

I

It's inevitable.

Ephedrina finds herself on the floor, spreading her legs, touching herself. She tugs at her piercing (there's still one deal left with Gascayn, he still has a claim on her). She rubs and kneads herself, waves of pleasure radiating throughout her body.

It's easy.

Her mind is full of images of Gascayn fucking her. She can taste and smell his semen... she recalls his mocking laughter. The pain he inflicted on her sharp, shocking... arousing. And people are watching her... degraded... humiliated... ecstatic....

There it is. Ephedrina moans and twitches as the first orgasm comes. Others follow soon thereafter. It feels so very very good.

She collapses on the floor, spent.

Additional images of Ephedrina thinking of Gascayn and the things he's done to her.

Ephedrina falls asleep, exhausted once more. She takes care not to think about what Gascayn said.

Neither of them bring up the conversation the next day.

Instead, they go adventuring.

They make an effective team, it's undeniable.

Bandits, draugr, spiders, wolves... sword in hand, Ephedrina kills them all.

During a quiet moment, Gascayn's words come unbidden into Ephedrina's mind.

Is he right...? It's a disturbing thought. He's just playing with her. Trying to wear her down. Sure... but does that necessarily mean he's wrong?

"Did you think about what I said?"

"No," she lies. It's all she's been thinking about when she's been thinking... which is exactly why she's been trying to keep her mind blank. The whole thing's preposterous.

"Ephedrina."

"Yes?"

"We make a great team."

He's noticed too.

He continues "I've been thinking about you...."

Her nipples get hard almost immediately. Is it something in his tone of voice? Something about what she thinks he's thinking?

She waits for him to continue, but he doesn't... and it's not like she's going to ask him either.

"Well done, Ephy."

She easily cut down a couple of bandits. This is the first time he's complimented her, she thinks. Ever?

They approach Windhelm, grey, grim, and dour. There's some guild business they need to take care of there, according to Gascayn.

Ephedrina changes out of her armour, handing it over to Gascayn along with her sword. It makes her feel nervous, vulnerable. 

He smiles at her. They both know he's enjoying it. He still has power. But there's no helping it.

Let's get this over with. Ephedrina resolves to be brave as she steps up to the gates.

Her last action before stepping through the gates is to put on the cursed collar. Robbed of her magic, her armour, and her weapons. She is powerless.

Hopefully they'll be able to do what they need to do and leave as soon as possible. Hopefully Windhelm won't be too cruel.

"Ah... it's good to be back where it all began" says Gascayn with a big smile. He gives her a long penetrating look. For all the world it looks like he's undressing her with his eyes. She tries to meet his gaze, but eventually turns away, blushing... and hating herself for it.

"What happened to your choker?"

"I got rid of it. Didn't like how it looked."

"Pity, you look good with something around your neck."

Yeah, that's why I got rid of it, swine. She doesn't say that, but she thinks it. Her internal monologue has a lot of invective for Gascayn, but she's been trying not to let it surface.

Ephedrina has crafted another outfit. It's a practical Elven set of armour, designed for work not for fashion. Bosmer design, she thinks. It's more protective than the Nord chainmail she wore earlier and significantly less builky. She's not a bigot, though her time in Skyrim makes her take some satisfaction in doing things better than the locals.

Some fool bandit crosses their path. It doesn't end well for him. Ephedrina is fast and lethal. It's good to have her sword back.

"You like mead? You know, from honey?"

"Yeah sure."

"You shouldn't drink it. It'll make you fat."

"Fuck you!" Well there it is. The invective surfaced.

"Ah, feisty Ephy is back. I've missed you," he laughs. "We're headed to Honningbrew Meadery for a drink...."

She rolls her eyes at his dramatic pause.

"... there's a bit of guild business we need to take care of. Well, mostly you. I'll be supervising. There's a guy you need to fuck and..."

Ephedrina interrupts him with another "fuck you!"

"Ahaha no... not fuck me. Though that'd be nice. I miss the feeling of you around my cock. I'm beginning to think you only spread your legs for me because we made that deal. But no... you're still a guild fuck moll, don't forget. And there's someone for you to fuck... and some rooting around in a basement as well."

"Fuck you."

"Three times. Seems like your vocabulary gets proportionally smaller as you pay down your deals. Maybe you should take some more deals...?"

"Fuck off."

"Aha! Progress! A whole new word! Don't tell me I don't tend to your mental growth as a fuck moll and as a person."

It's some bald Nord she has to fuck. Since there's no real helping it, Ephedrina decides she might as well enjoy herself.

She presses her breasts against him, dragging her sensitive nipples (still sore from the recently removed piercings) across his chest. Her hands touch him as if she really wants to feel his skin and she gives him the sweetest little smile. Soon she feels his erect penis press against the moist folds of her labia. The scents of their bodily fluids and his bad breath mix with the heady smell of fermenting honey...

On her back, her legs in the air spread wide. The Nord pounds her hard. She feels the coarse wood and prickly dirty straw against her back. Meadery staff walk by on occasion, trying to pretend they don't notice, whispering among themselves. Gascayn looks on - most likely with a look of condescending amusement - from the drinking room.

It's degrading... it's degrading enough that her orgasms come quickly and intensely.

The Nord grins as he empties himself inside her. "That's right you little grayskin whore. This is what you want ain't it? Big Nord cock!" She says nothing, she just twitches and moans and quivers and squeals, her eyes rolling back into her head. It feels good.

Afterwards, covered in sweat and dirt and bodily fluids, and feeling achy and sore she wonders... why does it feel better when they treat her like this? Did Gascayn do this to her somehow?

The basement is riddled with Skeevers. Not a problem. She disposes of the disgusting creatures with ease.

... there are some additional tunnels as well. It's her job to clean them out.

How dangerous will it be? She almost doesn't care. She'll kill or be killed. Fuck 'em all.

There's some disgusting Skeever Shaman or some such down in the warrens. Ephedrina briefly wonders how hard she'd climax if he fucked her down here in the filthy warrens, pushing her face into the dirt.

Feeling her nipples harden at the mere thought - even as her body is sore and exhausted from her previous orgasms - she fears the answer might be "very very hard."

Then she kills the disgusting Skeever Shaman. Because fuck him.

[Kill move behind spoiler block]

"You done?"

"Yes."

"Good."

She did something the mead vats to destroy the business so someone else can take over. Apparently that's something the guild wants to happen. She doesn't care, though.

"Why do you smell like Skeever shit?"

"Why do you look like Skeever shit," she retorts.

His self-satisfied condescending grin disappears for just a split-second. It's very satisfying.

The grin reappears quickly though. "I like how spunky you're getting. Will make fucking you even more satisfying... though you'll need to take a bath first."

She's not going to fuck him, though.

After her bath, she plays the Bannered Mare again. A song of chaste love from afar and deep romantic passion. Nothing like her life... but she sees a few tears in the eyes of her audience.

"I can tell you're horny, Ephy. How about it?"

"I'm not in the mood Gascayn."

He's right, though. She's horny as all fuck. But she's not going to fuck him, because fuck him.

"Come on. Your cunt juice is practically dripping on the floor. I know you."

"No." But she can't help but check the floor, just in case. Because he is right, she needs a fuck. But no, she's not actually dripping.

He catches her look and grins. Point for Gascayn. Whatever.

She channels her sexual frustration at the alchemy table. The more potions she can make and sell, the more money she'll make, and the sooner she can get out of Gascayn controlling her gold... and then... get rid of him?

Will it be safe? Maybe she can find someone else to partner with. Couldn't be worse than him, could it?

Third night in a warm bed. It's hard to sleep though, she's too horny.

They set out the next day. Ephedrina hums to herself as they walk. It's another beautiful day. Gascayn is more subdued than usual. That just puts her in an even better mood.

As soon as she sets foot in the town, Ephedrina is subjected to a humiliating search. The guard squeezes her tits and ass for his own pleasure (with a "heyo, what's this" as he grabs her nipple piercings - going back a few times to pull and tug), but at least he lets her keep her clothes on.

The hot soapy bath makes her feel significantly better, though, washing off the dirt and the stink.

Ephedrina's skill at music earns them room and board. It's a skill she learned at court, when she was a handmaiden to a Dunmer noble lady. It's stood her in good stead.

She studies one of her recently returned spell-tomes before bedtime. Luckily the bandits didn't sell them on.

... and then she passes out to a long exhausted dreamless sleep. Who knows what tomorrow will bring?

Back in her old life Ephedrina spent a non-trivial amount of time sewing, embroidering, and doing other handy-work. Neat handicrafts have always been highly prized at court. She never minded overly even if it wasn't a passion, and she was fairly talented at it as well. That proves useful now, more than she'd imagined, as she's able to craft herself some decent clothes.

And... in what is probably a testament to Ephedrina's strength of spirit - she feels genuinely happy. The weather is lovely. Her new clothes is not bad at all. And she's been making some money from potions. Maybe she really is digging up after all.

Her new clothes not as posh - or as powerfully enchanted - as the things Gascayn took, but it's better than the Nord rags and castoffs she's been wearing recently at least.

"You look nice, Ephy... even if I can't see your cunt." He gives her a winning smile, as if he thinks it's a perfectly normal compliment to give to someone. And he said it loud enough that the people around them clearly heard it. Bastard.

She's not sure if it's meant as a genuine compliment or it reflects what he thinks of her... well actually... it's probably both.

Gascayn has some sort of business at the palace. As is typical, he doesn't share any details.

The Steward apparently believes Ephedrina is some sort of Dunmer noble. It doesn't stop him from trying to look down her cleavage though. Taking her cue from Gascayn, Ephedrina puts on her best effervescent courtly act.

"You look hurt milady. I hope the bandits didn't give you too much trouble."

They did. They gave her a lot of trouble, but she takes the effort not to show it on her face. "Not at all my lord steward," she laughs. "We gave them significantly more trouble."

Right. They're here to collect the bounty. Based on the bounty letter she obtained before... well before the bandits defeated her. It looks like Gascayn has pocketed the gold.

"An excellent vintage my Lord Steward," says Gascayn. "Is it Breton? If it is, I must say it lives up to its reputation."

His look tells Ephedrina that she shouldn't have any. Of course. The bastard.

At least she recovered a good deal of her money from the bandits. Between that and the money she made from her potions she had enough to buy out of the nose-ring deal, the tiara deal, the pierced nipple deal, and the obligated-to-fuck-Gascayn deal. That does feel good.

He still controls her gold... and well... she's not sure she can make it in Skyrim without him. So she'll stick with him. For now at least. But Ephedrina makes a promise to herself. She's not going to fuck Gascayn.

Ephedrina is feeling horny though. Her face is getting flushed and it's getting slippery between her legs.

It didn't use to be like this. She's changed. But she's not going to fuck Gascayn.

As luck would have it, Ephedrina catches the eye of a rich man's wife.

The woman lays it on pretty thick, winking and smiling when she asks about Ephedrina's "adventures". It's pretty clear what she's after, but it suits Ephedrina just fine.

Soon enough the two of them are fucking a priest on the floor of the temple of Kynareth. The woman obviously finds it arousingly transgressive. Ephedrina might have felt so as well at one time in the past, but compared to where and how she's been fucked it's not particularly outlandish.

Still, it's nice. And it's nice to have sex with someone who felt she had to persuade her first, rather than simply take her body. Someone who's invested in her pleasure, not just their own...

... and yet... and yet... while it's nice, it's somehow not quite as exciting.

Uh oh.

After the little dalliance at the temple (and she did get off, at least), Ephedrina visits a certain shop outside of Whiterun. There she buys a key which can unlock the magic curse collar that was put on her for not having a magic license. She figures it's cheaper to put the collar on and not lock it when in town - and that way evade the enforces - rather than bleeding money for licenses all the time. It's not like she'll be casting spells inside city walls anyhow.

Back at the Bannered Mare she puts a bit of time into studying spells again. It's a nice feeling. Empowering. And now that she's can take off the magic curse collar when she feels like it, she may be able to put her studies to use again.

She also gets herself a black choker. Somehow she's gotten used to having something around her neck. Just the physical feeling. Not the magical curse part.

Again, Ephedrina plays and sings for their room at the Bannered Mare. She's better than the jackass who normally plays there, without a doubt. He claims to have studied at the bards' college. If that's true, that's a poor reflection on the college.

Finally, she lets herself collapse in bed. Two nights in a row sleeping in a warm, clean in bed. A whole day in which no one fucked her except those she decided to fuck.

Slowly Ephedrina drifts off to sleep as the thought "fuck you Gascayn" pleasantly wanders across her mind. Maybe she should get rid of him after all... but it is safer with him around... but maybe if she is more careful...? She doesn't have to decide right now though... but still... fuck Gascayn....

It's rigid and merciless... but a little too big. She manages to slip one of her lithe wrists out, then another...

She's free!

Pausing only to put on somme footwear she runs as fast as she can... to safety... to Gascayn.

"They beat you again?" Gascayn is incredulous, amused. "Did you get fucked?"

Ephedrina nods. He laughs.

"And so you've come back to old Gascayn again. You need me, don't you?" He looks at her face expectantly...

"I need you, Gascayn."

"What are you without me?"

"..."

"Well...?"

"... not much."

"That's right! Not much!" He laugh uproariously. "Now, I suppose you want my help to kill those bandits."

Her voice is barely audible. "Please help me Gascayn."

They kill the bandits. It's easy. Their leader - the man who raped her twice and sold her as a slave - bleeds to death on the grass less than a minute after the fight starts. Ephedrina spits on his face as the light in his eyes go out.

"Fuck you," she whispers.

"You owe me a lot of money, Ephy... why don't you let me take the beautiful clothing off your hand," he says good naturedly. "I know you're not that high maintenance, right?"

He laughs at her face expression. "Think of it as another deal. I'll give it back to you when you have the money... I'm doing you a favour, really."

He isn't, of course. He's humiliating her and controlling her, but Ephedrina knows it's best to humour Gascayn. That's the point. They both know. The moment of vengeance is turned... not quite to ashes, but there's a bitter note to it. Gascayn's taste in her mouth, so to speak.

At least she has her sword and fan back. And most of her money... which she promptly hands over to Gascayn in return for letting her out of several of his degrading "deals".

"So this is where those bandits brought you to heel, right? Like a little bitch?"

She nods, biting her lip.

"Just thinking about it gets me hard." She's stroking his cock, which probably contributes. "You... were... ungh... a virgin too...ungh... right?"

"Yes," she whispers. She remembers the searing pain between her legs... and also the pleasure. She tries to push it out of her mind, but the memory turns her on.

He fucks her hard, her mouth tasting the green taste of the grass. The same as when the bandits fucked her.

Gascayn ejaculates inside of her, then collapses on her sweaty back.

"I'll wait for you here. You go take your vengeance."

He's not coming with her?

Her pussy is still sore from the pounding. She's got dirt on her face and the taste of grass in her mouth. She's got that feeling in the pit of her stomach. She should've peed before she started this... fuck it, she's so nervous.

Ephedrina sneaks towards the camp of the bandits who raped her and sold her as a slave. Time for them to pay for what they did.

Was it the nervousness? Was she too careless? Is she simply no good?

It is almost impossible for her to curl up and ugly cry with despair. Somehow she fucked up. Again. They captured her. Again.

Maybe Gascayn will rescue her? She sneaks a quick look through her tears at the horizon, but he's nowhere to be seen.

"You look familiar" says the bandit leader, rubbing his cock in her face. "Oh yes, you're they greyskin with the tight pussy... who brought me the nice sword."

He smiles. "And now you're back... but your new gear is trash. Tsk tsk tsk. I thought you had standards." He flicks her nipple piercings and she yelps. "I guess you spent all your money on jewelry... but don't worry, I'll let you keep your pretty baubles. They suit you."

"Just as tight as I remember... ungh... but... ungh... you've learned... a few... things."

Ephedrina can't help it but press against him as he moves, trying to reach her own climax even as he callously fucks her.

"Thank you for the fan, by the way. It's a bit dainty for me, but it's nice on a hot day."

She can feel his sperm run down the inside of her leg.

"Now what should we do with you...? I do enjoy fucking you. And you brought in a decent amount when we sold you... but you're a bit more used now... and to be honest, I didn't like the way you waved that sword at me when you came for your little lovers' visit. Hmmm...."

"Why don't you wait here while we decide what to do?"

He locks her into a contraption, spreading her legs and arms wide.

"Now don't you go anywhere, okay," he says before wandering off to the other bandits. What will they do to her? Why wasn't she more careful?

... and then the little soul gem attached to her clit-hood starts vibrating. There's nothing she can do except squirm.

He smiles at the nearby serving girl. "What do you think? Does it look like the most fucked snatch in Riften to you? No, right? I think Elves have magical cunts...." The girl giggles into her drink, embarrassed and amused in equal measures. "Elves certainly have magical cocks, don't we? What do you think Ephy? You've taken a lot of cocks... is there a difference?"

Ephedrina just nods, blushing. How can he still find ways to make her feel humiliated, even in this degraded state? Maybe it's a good thing she's not completely used to it... but still....

... it's enough to push Ephedrina to buy out of the "whore armour" deal. She'd managed to steal some valuables at Goldenglow, and this is how she spends the cash. She buys out of the jewelry deals too.

Not that she doubts that Gascayn will find other ways to make her squirm... but Ephedrina is not ready to give up yet. She knows he enjoys the game, enjoys watching her struggle. Why wouldn't he? He's the one who's making up the rules. Not that she has any options except playing along.

Gascayn greets her as she returns, dressed in some stolen robes. "Fuck-moll, we're going Whiterun."

"Why?"

"Guild business. Don't worry your slutty little head too much, you'll get plenty of cock in Whiterun..."

The others laugh.

Still, it's good news. Maybe she'll be able to get her things back from the bandits who enslaved her. Maybe she'll be able to extract a measure of revenge.

The roads are dangerous, but so are the two of them.

Ephedrina loots everything she can, including weapons and armour.

She relishes every fight. It feels good to kill. It feels good to forget the humiliations. To feel powerful...

... but Ephedrina is still a fuck-moll. She is still in debt to Gascayn.

Still, he knows her body well. He takes time and care, to make sure she climaxes... once... or twice... or three times. The bastard.

She's agreed to offer him her body at least once a day. He never refuses.

There are moments where Ephedrina can rest and reflect. She's no longer desperate. She's settling into the new routine. Gascayn is still a prick, but most of her time is spent travelling, fighting, and looting. That's what she wanted to do. It's alright.

Even with Gascayn's fuckery in the mix, it's better than sneaking naked through the basement at Goldenglow, almost paralyzed by fear of discovery. It's better than being bound, whipped, and raped by bandits. Better than being displayed naked and sold as a slave...

... was she lucky that Gascayn's the one who bought her? Would someone else have been worse? Was he right to hold it against her that she left him?

It's unsettling to even consider the question. Ephedrina pushes the though from her mind and tries to sleep.

The next days are more of the same. It's glorious.

Even with the stupid diadem and the nose ring... and the cuffs... and the collar... it's glorious. Skyrim is beautiful. Ephedrina is collecting loot. She's going to pay off her debt to Gascayn. It's going to be alright. She'll be alright.

Finally, in the distance. Whiterun.

The bandit camp is not that far off. She wonders if they're still there.

It's clear to her now. She can't borrow money from Gascayn again. It's a slippery slide. At first it was coated with honey, but the honey is gone. Now he's laughing openly in her face as he fucks her. But she's not giving up.

She'll have to go back to Goldenglow with what she has. Which is nothing. But if she is going to escape Gascayn's grasp she'll have to be both smart and careful. Borrowing money from him is neither.

It's a strange vulnerable feeling to be out in the world alone and naked. Ephedrina tries not to think about it, to focus only on what she must do. Part of her wants to crawl back to Gascayn and beg him to have mercy, to let him do with her whatever he wants as long as she doesn't have to do this. But she knows he'd just push her deeper into his grasp. If she stops fighting she might lose herself to him utterly.

So on she goes. Across the lake. Back to Goldenglow. Naked.

She retraces her step through the abandoned cellar. Once inside she retrieves her lockpicks, hidden in a small pouch inside her body.

Is this who she is now she wonders. She tries to ignore the physical stimulation from the friction from the bag. But she didn't have a choice, not really. If the Riften guards had searched her and taken her lockpicks it would've been a disaster.

She creeps through the estate. The uneven wooden floor is rough on her knees. She is almost breathless with fear. What will they do to her if they find her?

Ephedrina can imagine their laughter, their words as they... no... focus. She keeps moving forward, her heart jumping from every tiny sound she hears.

Slowly she works her way through the Estate until, finally, she finds what she's here for.

Gascayn made her put on a vibrating clit piercing. One of his deals. It goes off, stimulating her. She can't help it... moaning, breathing heavily Ephedrina stops and touches herself. Is she trying to suppress her arousal or increase it? She isn't even sure.

Finally the vibrations stop. Luckily it seems no one heard her.

Ephedrina swims through the cold lake water. The shock of the cold water and the realization that she has escaped the Goldenglow Estate hit her simultaneously.

Running through the cold night air, Ephedrina can feel her breasts flopping about, the nipple piercings chafe, and that cursed vibrating clit piercing jangling all over the place.

At least she has boots.

She doesn't slow down as she runs back to the Thieves Guild. It shows the power Gascayn has over her. She's naked and she knows he's exploiting her, yet she runs back as fast as she can to be with him... and he'll make her feel safe. It's fucked up.

Once back, Ephedrina sells what she's stolen and pays down some of her debt with Gascayn. She even buys out of a deal or two before she collects her reward.

Massive waves of relief washes through her body as she realizes she's free of Goldenglow. Even though she doesn't particularly want to fuck Brynjolf if feels incredibly good. It's a release in more way than one.

Gascayn too rewards her. It's a more humiliating fuck, just the way he likes it, in full view of everyone. He makes her beg him to fuck him. He makes her plead for permission to climax. Ephedrina doesn't resist. She's saving her strength for later, for when money and debt and freedom is at stake. Getting used as a fuck-toy... it's degrading, sure... but resisting will just wear her out for no gain. Gascayn will get what he wants from her in the end, she knows that. Besides, it feels better when she goes along it. 

Ephedrina almost forgot, but she made a deal to beg to be spanked every day. Gascayn looks almost disappointed when she remembers, but then he smiles. "Of course, if that's what you want" he says with a smarmy grin.

Some of the people at the Ragged Flagon watch and laugh, amused by the show. Others only pay half-hearted attention, absorbed in more interesting matters. And some completely ignore it as if the fuck-moll getting spanked is completely unremarkable. Ephedrina can't decide which is more humiliating.

Ephedrina is sore and exhausted, but she feels like she's digging up. She has few deals with Gascayn, and she owes less money. If this keeps going... maybe... maybe she'll be alright. She'll just have to hang on, do her best, and... not break.

At least she gets the chance to wash of the filth. Normally a bath makes her feel better about things, but today it doesn't really help.

"What happened?"

The fact that he's calm and seems understanding is somehow more oppressive. She expected punishments and other repercussions (beyond the added debt for unshackling her), but there's none of that. She feels like puking from the worry and the shame. What will he do. How will he punish her?

"They... I was picking a lock and they found me. Maybe they heard me."

"Go on...."

"They tied me up... they took everything... they used me...."

"Oh?" Gascayn's eyes light up a little bit. "How so?"

"Two of them... one in my mouth, the other in my... in my pussy...."

"That's called a 'spit roast'. Did he cum in your mouth?"

She nods.

"Did you swallow?"

She nods again. "He made me."

"Did you like the taste?"

"I... I don't know."

"That's okay. Then what happened? It looks like they whipped you." He runs a finger over one of the welts. It stings.

"Yes. And they put on the... these..." she gestures at the shackles and collar.

"And then they let you go?"

"No... I ran. When they weren't looking. They were chasing me...."

"But you got away. And you came back here, so you can fulfill your obligations." He caresses her cheek and smiles "given how you fucked up, that's not that bad. Well done milady."

"I... Gascayn... I messed up..." she whispers. She did mess up. "Please spank me. I deserve it. I failed."

"Of course my pretty," he smiles.

He spanks her hard. She cries, both from the pain he's inflicting and from the build up fear and tension. She lets it all out.

She can feel his erection pushing into her abdomen. She knows what she has to do.

"Please Gascayn. Please fuck me. I feel so bad and I need you to make me feel good."

He grunts and smiles as she gets to work on his cock.

Gascayn takes his time before he enters her, teasing and touching her. He really does have a gift for stimulating her in just the right way. By the time he starts to fuck her, Ephedrina is only thinking about her body and its needs. The time at Goldenglow recedes from her mind, as does the fact that people at the Ragged Flagon are watching as Gascayn fucks her.

Ephedrina is just on the verge of climaxing. Gascayn slows down just a little, enough that she can't quite get there.

"You'll have to go back, Ephy" he whispers, his breath tickling her neck. "You'll do that, right?"

"Yes! Please!"

"... and you'll have to find the money to replace what you lost."

"Yes, yes! Please!" She knows she's whining and snivelling. Her sexual frustration makes it impossible not to.

"Who takes good care of you?"

"You do!"

"Will you ever leave me?"

"..."

He increases the rhythm enough that she starts moaning and quivering. The way he's holding her makes it difficult for her to make any movement to control the sensations, but she's doing her best, straining against his strong arms.

Again he slows down just a fraction of a moment before she reaches orgasm.

"I asked you a question."

"Please Gascayn. Please," she moans. Then she gives up and whispers "I will never leave you. Please."

Ephedrina's screams echo throughout the Ragged Flagon as he finally lets her climax.

After they fuck, Ephedrina agrees to more deals. The weight of metal on her body reminds her of the magnitude of her debt.

"Gascayn is nicer that I would've been. Rewarding you for your failure like that."

"Everything has a price, my pretty greyskin girl."

If Ephedrina wants new armour, if she wants new weapons, she'll have to pay. She has no money. It's all at Goldenglow. Even worse, so are her permits. Even if she gets new gear, she won't be able to leave Riften without it being taken away.

Gascayn will spot her some gold, without a doubt, but that means more debt and potentially more "deals". She doesn't know how deep the deal-hole is, and she's pretty sure she doesn't want to find out. She should be careful.

The other members of the Thieves Guild make it clear that she has little choice. She has to return to Goldenglow.

Not that she'd know what to do with herself otherwise.

Exhausted and spent, Ephedrina is about to pass out in the dingy hole that's her home in Riften. She spends a few moments performing rituals for Nocturnal, in the hopes she'll receive some sort of guidance. She still has to do something about Goldenglow... should she take the money and buy new permits and gear and risk the consequences from accumulated debt? Or should she do something else?

Nonetheless her stubbornness and sheer will to survive asserts itself. She keeps pushing on, hiding from every sound, plodding through the mud and the mist and the cold water. But she doesn't stop. She doesn't give up.

But where is she? Where is she going? She has no idea.

She exhausted from lack of food and water, from lack of sleep, from Ataxia (caught from the skeevers) and from an excess of sexual ecstasy.

The night and the woods seem never ending, as Ephedrina stumbles barefoot across the landscape.

And then the clit piercing starts vibrating.

All parts of her vagina hurt, sore and aching from the way the Goldenglow guards used it. The vibrations both hurt and arouse her, but no matter how she squirms and squeezes she can't reach a climax or make it stop. Curse Gascayn for making her wear the tortuous thing.

Walking the high road naked, shackled, lost.

Morning follows dawn and Ephedrina is starving, thirsty, sick and exhausted. She can't decide if she hopes to come across people on the road or not. If anyone decides to abuse her, there's nothing she can really do about it except beg and plead... and Skyrim has not proven itself a merciful place this far.

Ephedrina finally finds a sign-post, allowing her to orient herself. It seems she's been making her way towards Riften. Should she be relieved? Is it destiny? She's not sure.

"Can you help me?"

"That's quite the predicament you're in... what happened?"

"Bad luck and cruelty... but please, can you help me?"

"I wish I could, but I don't have anything that can cut steel."

Ephedrina is trapped and helpless. It's lucky that the peddler chooses not to take advantage of her.

"Oh you're back," says the toll keeper at the gate. "What happened to your armour?"

His tone is one of enjoyment and mockery, not sympathy.

"You look nice like that," he calls out to her. "You should dress like that all the time."

In one sense, she's back to safety now that she's in Riften. But somehow, Ephedrina doesn't feel any better.

Ephedrina stops by the Temple of Mara. Luckily they're able to cure the Ataxia she contracted from the skeevers. It'd be nice to feel like that made an appreciable difference, but really she's still fucked.

Ephedrina contemplates her current situation and the immediate future. She is not optimistic. Neither Gascayn nor Brynjolf are going to be impressed. She used to think things couldn't get any worse, but the men at Goldenglow showed her things could get a lot rougher than what she is used to.

She can only hope that Gascayn will be kind, though she knows it's a foolish thought.

Her heart grows heavier with each step as she makes her way towards the Ragged Flagon. But where else is she supposed to go? What other options does she have?

She's through the Ratway. Up ahead is the Ragged Flagon, the Thieves Guild, Gascayn... and whatever consequences await for her failure.

"You fucked up, milady."

Gascayn puts on an act of paternal disappointment, but Ephedrina knows he's going to drive her failure home ruthlessly. He'll milk it for all it's worth. She's trying not to cry from despair.

"I thought you were better than that."

She did fuck up. She did. And she paid the price. But the sickening feeling in her stomach tells her she's not finished paying the price.

And yet... and yet... the space between her thighs is soaking wet. She feels terror and helplessness, and this is how her body responds?

What will they do to her?

She finds out soon enough. They not so much fuck her as use her body as sleeves for their cocks, slamming into her as hard and as deep as they can. Even if Ephedrina wanted to, there's no way she can attempt to participate and reciprocate. All she can do is hang on, moan and scream (muffled though her screams are by the cock down her throat), and wait for them to finish.

For a brief moment she thinks they're done, but no they are start over again.

It's a blur of sensations - smells, pains, aches, touch, and pleasure too. Ephedrina climaxes several times somehow as she writhes and squirms.

One of the men keeps restricting her breath intake as part of his enjoyment, especially as she's climaxing. It does make the orgasms more intense. Eventually, however, she passes out from the combination of exhaustion and oxygen deprivation.

"Ah, you're conscious again." He's leering at her. Ephedrina gets the sense the man has been staring at her dirty cum-drenched body as she lay splayed unconsciously on the floor. Now that she's awake, he's immediately ready for another round.

She's sore and tender, but it doesn't stop him. Nor does it stop her from, eventually, reaching another painful orgasm.

"That was your reward for bringing your cunt to us. Very thoughtful. But you were naughty too... so now it's time for your punishment."

* Click *

* Click *

* Click *

Ephedrina lies whimpering on the rough wooden floor. She doesn't resist as he shackles her up in a number of tight iron bands (padded, thankfully), then proceeds to whip her.

Each strike burns. Her cries and yelps seem to please him.

"Oh you like that, bitch?"

No. But they both know that doesn't matter.

"My little whore-cunt. My little pain-bitch. I will beat you until you love me, do you understand?"

Ephedrina nods and whimpers.

"The boys are happy to have someone to empty their balls for them. We'll keep you here forever, my little cunt-slave, do you understand?"

He is whipping her as he speaks, punctuating his words with merciless strikes.

"You don't have a name anymore, you're the nameless whore-cunt. You will eat our cum and drink our piss and that's how you'll live, you understand?"

She nods almost imperceptibly. In shock.

Satisfied he grins and - finally, to her relief - stops hitting her.

"Your nipples and cunt are already pierced, huh? I guess we aren't doing anything you're not used to."

This is not true, of course. She's never been treated this brutally before, by Gascayn or even by the bandits who captured and sold her as a slave. In this very moment Ephedrina is acting purely from submissive instinct, squirming and whining and begging and hoping to be let go, hoping that the pain and humiliation will stop.

Finally her tormentor decides to take a break - to eat, to drink, and to piss (not on her, as he'd otherwise implied).

It takes Ephedrina a few moments to regain the use of her intellect, to be able to consciously register what her senses tell her other than being overloaded from an ecstatic mixture of pain, pleasure, and fear.

An indeterminate amount of time passes. She can hear flies buzzing in the air, and her captors carrying on in different parts of the building.

No one is watching her... they aren't, are they? No, they're not.

She makes a run for it...

... and escapes.

Outside, mist still wreaths the land as day has turned to evening. Behind her, she can hear the men yelling and searching. They know she's run off and are beginning the pursuit.

Ephedrina is naked, bound, and afraid. What should she do? What can she do? She doesn't even know which way is which. She'll have to keep running, but where will she end up?

Key Mods

At this point the main mods that have defined the playthrough (beyond what I think are the basic SL and SL devices ones) are:

• Devious Followers Continued - all those deals with Gascayn.
  • DF For Cute Cows - gets a special mention for the nose ring, which is the first time I've used it.
  • Ghaan Revealing Outifts - for the custom whore armour.
• Naked Defeat - for when Ephedrina is on the losing end of a fight
• Apachii Divine Elegance Store - for all of Ephedrina's fancy starting gear
• SL Survival - for the license stuff (though I use some of the other features as well).

A Couple of Caveats

• Some of the mods in this list are switched off and a good number have not been interacted with at all.
• This has not turned out to be the most stable playthrough, unfortunately, so please don't just copy this list.
  • I suspect it might be Dudestia Outfit Changer has caused some real trouble.
  • Also, Naked Defeat stripping off Devious Devices definitely caused some issues, so I have to make sure they're removed appropriately before ND gets rid of them.

She cases the perimeter, looking for guards and access points. Ephedrina was told there's an abandoned sewer that should take her close to the main building, unseen. The first target, however, is the beehives, some of which must be put to the torch.

Sneaking about to carry out some nefarious deeds for her patron is not new to Ephedrina. That sort of thing was always part and parcel of being a "useful" handmaiden to a Dunmer high noble. What's new are all the additional humiliations - the armour exposing her private parts, the heavy ring in her nose, her obligation to ask to get fucked and spanked and so on. For sure, Dunmer nobility enjoy showing their power and privilege by imposing humiliations on their lessers, but typically the game is to humiliate the servants of your rivals not to humiliate your own dependents.

Focusing on the task at hand, Ephedrina efficiently light the beehives. Smoke mingles with mist. In the distance, the alarmed cries of guards can be heard but they never come close to Ephedrina.

The tunnel is where it's supposed to be. Ephedrina is distracted by how horny she feels (she can feel herself dripping on the floor occasionally). Willing herself to concentrate, she continues forward.

The tunnels are - unsurprisingly - overrun with skeevers. As she kills them, Ephedrina takes the time to skin them and harvest their useful parts. Good thing she studied that "summon hunting knife" spell. It's proving exceedingly useful.

Holy shit!

Somehow an Avatar of Hircine manifests itself!

Luckily, it's too large for the tunnels and Ephedrina can safely put it back down using ranged attacks and her (continually resummoned) familiar. There's no way she could have survived if the spirit was able to close to melee range.

Maybe this is a side effect of the summon hunting knife spell? Scary....

Finally Ephedrina is inside the main building at the Goldenglow Estate. As she searches for the safe she's supposed to clean, she finds all sorts of valuables. Naturally she pockets them. She has a number of substantial debts to service, after all.

Nocturne confound it, she's still horny as all hell. There's something about the tension of the situation that turns her on. She considers finding a hidden corner to masturbate in. The idea is exciting - stimulating herself while the unknowing guards sleep, eat, and patrol nearby - but she decides against. It's simply too risky. Even if her armour is designed perfectly for that kind of action.

Ephedrina picks a number of locks as she searches for the strongbox. The guards are going to be in serious trouble once she's done here. But that's their problem.

Where could the strongbox be?

"Intruder!"

"Boys! Over here!"

Oh no! She's been spotted!

Ephedrina panics. Her instinct is to fight back, of course, but the instruction was to kill no one. Should she flee? Should she fight? Where's the way out?

By the time she decides on a plan of action (to flee), she's surrounded and beaten down.

"Look what the cat dragged in, hehehe."

"I like her armour."

"You brought your pussy here for us. How nice."

"Hang out honey, I'm going to get something special for you...."

The other guards laugh.

Oh no... this doesn't look good... at all....

It's morning and Ephedrina asked for her spanking, to get it out of the way.

Gascayn is, of course, completely full of shit, but it's nice to pretend.

He spanks her still red ass. No matter how she tries not to, Ephedrina can't stiffle her cries completely.

"Remember this," says Gascayn. "One day you might buy out of the deal. But remember this moment, naked and on display, getting you tender little ass smacked. That's what you get if you're bad."

"Yes Gascayn, I'll remember. I promise I won't be bad" she says in a little girl voice. She's not sure whether playing along is part of the deal, but she doesn't really feel like testing it right now.

Ephedrina needs money to buy necessities (a map and compass, permits) and so makes another deal. This time she has a to wear a tawdry diadem. It's not the worst he could've asked her, she supposes.

She takes a bit of a tour of  the better homes in Riften, sneaking about and stealing what she can.

Bersi pretends not to recognize her. It's probably for the best.

The annoying clit-piercing goes off vibrating every so often. It's both annoying and... enjoyable... and distracting. Ephedrina finds she's thinking about sex almost all the time now. She never used to care at all, except as an abstract romantic fantasy.

"My love, please fuck me. I'm really really horny."

Ephedrina is bound by her deals to offer sex once a day, and to pretend she's really in love with Gascayn.

They're doing it right in the middle of the Ragged Flagon. Some people are even betting on it, though she's not sure on the details.

In any case, her orgasm is deep, loud, and satisfying. She despises Gascayn, but the sexual satisfaction is very real and very intense, to Ephedrina's regret (and pleasure).

Ephedrina spends her accumulated money (from thefts and Gascayn) on a new set of permits. Now she should be able to get by the toll guards with her armour and weapons, and without being collared either.

"I was going to make you strip before giving you your license, but I can already see your cunt... so nevermind."

Great.

Standing outside the gates of Riften, Ephedrina can feel the cold mist caress her exposed skin. Her next job for the guild is to enter the Goldenglow estate to burn some beehives and clean out a safe. Ephedrina is nervous, but Brynjolf and Gascayn are expecting her to do her best.

The Thieves Guild (well Brynjolf) has assigned Ephedrina her first mission. There are three individuals who owe the guild money and Ephedrina is to collect it.

Normally, it'd be about intimidation but since she's the new designated fuck-moll (Ephedrina winces a bit every time she hears the term), she must fuck them to persuade them. It's a sort of a test. She's not sure how (or if) they will be able to confirm she followed the instructions, but it's probably best to play along.

"Bersi, I'm here to collect."

"Hah! I can see your snatch, and you're trying to intimidate me?"

"No," she says with her sweetest seductive smile, "I'm here to ask you nicely. The nasty stuff comes later... if we can't work something out."

He grins at her lewdly. "How about you let me fuck you, and then I pay? How about that, huh?"

She feigns shy surprise before accepting. Soon enough they're rutting on his shop floor.

A few more images of Bersi and Ephedrina on the floor.

The next... target? Client? Fuck? Keerave, the Argonian landlady at the Bee and Barb.

Ephedrina is intimidated by the scales and the teeth and the tail, but to her relief Argonian fundamentals turn out to be similar to Elves and Humans.

Additional images of Ephedrina on Argonian action, for those who are into that sort of thing:

The last... Ephedrina decides to go with "mark"... the last mark is a follower of Dibella. Ephedrina ends up enjoying herself (and her partner) quite a lot.

"You've done well, lass."

Ephedrina hands over the money she collected, and Brynjolf formally admits her to the Thieves Guild. Membership comes with a distinct set of armour as well. It's not bad, though Ephedrina still misses her noble Dunmer outfit she used to wear before... well before she was defeated.

"Gasayn... I've been... do I really have to say this?"

"Yes, Ephy. You have to own up to your behaviour on your own."

"What behaviour? We made a deal, that's all."

"Exactly."

"Fine..." she rolls her eyes "... I've been a bad girl." This is so stupid.

"You have, and you need a lesson. Take off your clothes."

"What? Here? In front of everyone?"

"Yes of course. What's it matter to you? You're a fuck-moll. No point in being delicate."

She sighs. Reluctantly she undresses. He seems to enjoy the fact she's taking her time.

"You're very pretty. Did I ever tell you that?"

Then he spanks her. It hurts physically, but the deliberate humiliation is probably worse.

Some people look on with interest. Others seemingly ignore the sound of spanking and her occasional yelp echoing through the Ragged Flagon. They all know what's happening, though.

"Given your role, I've made a few minor adjustments to your armour, dear. I'm sure you'll like it."

"Really Gascayn? Do you have to do this?" So far Ephedrina has more or less been able to maintain her mental equilibrium, even while on her back. Somehow this - Gascayn messing with something she earned - pushes her to the verge of tears. Still, she holds it back.

"Yes I do," he says with a smile. "You made a deal. Besides it looks really darling on you. It really helps you display your best qualities."

"Fuck you," she mutters.

"Yes yes, you made that deal too, sweetheart."

"You're settling into your role, I see."

"I guess...."

Gascayn too joins the Guild, as Ephedrina's "handler."

"Another nice thing about the armour is how it lets you show off your jewellery."

It's late into evening, and Ephedrina goes to rest. There's a small chamber off a rarely used section of the underground passages that Ephedrina has claimed for her own. It's muggy and dirty and kind of stinky, but it's the best she can do.

As she gets ready to sleep Ephedrina realizes she's so aroused she's literally dripping onto the floor. Why is that? She thinks of all the things that happened to her today... the sex, Gascayn's treatment of her, the pitying and knowing looks the other thieves send her way... and it just makes increases the throbbing ache in her genitals.

She's tries to ignore it, but she's having a hard time falling asleep. Her hands drift down to her (always) exposed crotch. Just a single touch. It feels good. And she's so so wet.

And then she's masturbating, rolling and moaning on the floor.

More images of Ephedrina in this private and intimate moment:

Exhausted, Ephedrina strips off her armour and falls asleep.

Rest now. Who knows what tomorrow will bring?

A while back, Ephedrina undertook to murder someone in Riften. She's not always a woman of her word, but in this case she is. It will be a nice change to have a sword in her hands again.

She goes to the location and changes into her armour out of sight of the guards and any enforcers.

The killing is trivial, but it feels good to be doing something combat related again... even if her armour is designed to be degrading and all the gear is crude and inefficiect compared to what she had.

"Gascayn my love... I need you to fuck me. Please?"

Ephedrina decides it's better to get it out of the way early in the day, just so she doesn't forget.

It's a bit funny, but Ephedrina can kind of fool herself into thinking it's a real thing - that they're lovers - when they fuck. It feels nice.

It doesn't last though. When they're done it feels gross. Still, a few minutes of fleeting happiness is better than none.

"Ephy my darling, we're going to find the Thieves Guild's headquarters."

That involves travelling through abandoned sewers and cisterns beneath Riften, and disposing of various vermin (human and animal). It's a bit like their first foray underground. Still, there's no forgetting that it's not the same, what with the jewel dangling from her exposed crotch. Only in the middle of the adrenalin rush of combat does she momentarily forget it's there.

In the end they find the headquarters. It wasn't too difficult, all told. The two of them make a pretty good tunnel clearing team.

"You must the be the fuck-moll Brynjolf was talking about."

"I... yeah, seems like it I guess."

"I like your nose ring. It's a really unique look."

"I guess that's one way to describe it."

"Has anyone ever attached a leash to it?"

"Uh... I...."

"Sorry, didn't mean to be too forward. I guess you're still new to this thing... it's so brave of you. I could never do it, haha."

"Why is that?"

"I don't know... maybe I'm too much of a romantic to use my body like that. Anyways, you should chat to Vex if you want more details. "

"Thank you."

"So you're the fuck-moll."

"Looks like it. I don't know what it is though."

"Hah! I guess the other Dunmer's got something on you then, to volunteer you like that."

"He does... but I still don't know what a... what it's all about."

"It's simple enough. Some work requires a floozy to spread her legs or suck some cock as part of the execution. If

the floozy has other skills that's great, but the main thing is that she fucks and sucks with a smile."

Vex looks her in the eye "is that you?"

Ephedrina sighs. "I guess it is...."

Gascayn lays out the rules.

"You're wearing those devices to remind you of the debt you owe me. You weren't cheap you know. Which is fair enough, you're exceedingly lovely. But still, I'm out of pocket for rescuing you."

Ephedrina almost spits in disgust. "You call this a rescue?" Gascayn seems unconcerned.

"Once you've paid back a fraction of the purchase price, I'll take them off. Then there'll be the remaining debt and my right to profit off my purchase - that's you my love."

"How can I pay you anything? I don't have any money...."

"That's up to you sweetheart. Beg, steal, sell your ass... it's not my problem. But I suggest you figure something out unless you enjoy your current predicament."

"Fuck you Gascayn."

He laughs. "Oh yes don't worry milady. That's part of the deal, but only once you've paid your way out of your little lock-up situation."

Almost immediately a guard demands that Ephedrina come along for a search.

Ephedrina is not impressed. "Where in the name of the Daedra do you think I'm hiding contraband? What is wrong with your head?"

The guard just shrugs "just doing my job." Then his face turns stern "you better watch your mouth or you'll get yourself in serious trouble."

Back in the guard room, the guard is fascinated by Ephedrina's devices... or rather the devices Gascayn has put on her.

He pokes and prods at the strap that runs between her labia, trying to get his fingers inside. It's to no avail, though she can help but moan from sexual frustration. It's the same thing with the anal plug... he undoes it and slides it in and out a couple of times.

"Convenient," he laughs to Gascayn. "How much to fuck her?"

"You'll have to ask her. What do you think sweetie? Do you want to sell your ass?"

"Fuck both of you!"

"She's feisty isn't she?"

Gascayn laughs. "That's how I like them."

"Still, you better discipline her mouth. Before her mouth cause harm that her throat can't mend, if you catch my meaning."

Additional gratuitous images of the humiliating search:

Spiteful and perhaps not thinking completely straight from the overwhelming expectant throbbing in her genitals, Ephedrina swipes a few valuables in the guard room on her way out. It's awkward, with the gloves, but she can fit a few trinkets in her mouth at least.

Ephedrina has always been adaptable. As an attendant to a Dunmer high noble she's learned to persevere and even thrive in the fact of dramatic reversals, cruelty, and worse. This is a shitty situation, no doubt, but she will get through it.

Ephedrina crawls out through the Jarl's hall. A few people notice her, commenting on the shape of her ass or asking Gascayn if she's available (she's not). Otherwise, she's beneath notice, much like the dogs scrapping for bones at the dining table.

"Brynjolf."

"Gascayn. Will she do?"

"She will make the perfect fuck-moll, you can trust me."

"What? Fuck you!"

"Quite the mouth on her, given her circumstances."
 

"Indeed. But she'll come around. You'll see." Gascayn turns to address Ephedrina. "Ephy... you don't mind if I call you Ephy, do you? You basically have two choices. You work with me, to pay back your debts. You'll be a free woman, one day, and you may learn a number of things to your benefit."

"What's the other option?"

"I remove the chastity belt and put you in a brothel until you've paid back what you owe me. Given the current rates and overhead expenses, I reckon that's at least five thousand dicks you'll have to take... assuming you don't spend any money on things like eating."

"Not much of a choice, is it?"

"That's for you to decide sweetheart."

Ephedrina makes the only choice that makes sense. It requires some level of trust in Gascayn, which is probably foolish.  But what other option is there?

"Would you like to put her through the paces a bit, Brynjolf?"

Brynjolf would. He removes the plug and fucks Ephedrina up the ass. In spite of Gascayn's instructions to "show the gentleman a good time" she's not really doing much except letting herself get manhandled, bent over in various ways, and fucked.

Ephedrina is stimulated to a peak, but still can't get any real relief with the chastity belt preventing access to her clitoris or vagina. It's extremely frustrating.

"You may well do, lass," says Brynjolf afterwards. "If you can maintain your spirit and poise while spreading your legs like that, you could be very useful indeed."

Ephedrina doesn't ask him what he means, she just crawls out of there. Is it possible to exude an aura of condescending disdain at someone who just fucked you in the ass? While crawling on your hands and knees due to the humiliating restraints you're locked into? While the the fluids from your sexual congress still cover your ass, because you're unable to wipe them off effectively?

If so, that's what Ephedrina is doing... but it's probably not having the intended effect.

"Brynjolf's with the Thieves Guild. We're getting in with them," explains Gascayn. "You're probably wondering what a fuck-moll is."

"Oh fuck you Gascayn!"

He laughs. "You keep saying that. Don't worry, you'll get your wish soon enough. But in the meantime, how was Brynjolf for you?"

Frustrating. It's one thing to be forced to have degrading sex, however hot it may be. It's another thing to not be able to climax. She doesn't say anything though.

He reaches down to pat her head. "I have a few things to take care of. Why don't you run along and see what sort of money you can make? You know, towards your debt. You can meet me back here later tonight."

Ephedrina never was much of a thief. She was always too scared of the consequences. Now, having not much of a choice, she grabs every single thing she can and sells it. She even sneaks into a few homes of the wealthy (and the palace) to make off with what she can. As long as the guards don't stop her as she runs (well crawls) to fence her loot, she should be fine.

She also - just out of curiosity - investigates the prostitution options. It turns out that one man, Benjen Blackbriar, controls all the prostitution in town. He'll take a solid cut and expect a minimum payment every so often no matter what. That doesn't sound like a good idea at all to Ephedrina. She already has one overbearing asshole who thinks he owns her to deal with. No need to add another.

She's not a whore... it's not that she has a massive objection to the idea. You have to do what you have to do to survive.... but if she has a choice between whoring and not whoring, Ephedrina will choose against. And this deal seems bad enough that she'll avoid it if she can.

There's another member of the Thieves Guild to service, however. His name is Maul and he's no better than the Brynjolf. It may not be much of a distinction to most people, but to Ephedrina it's not whoring. She's not getting paid.

Maul ejaculates down Ephedrina's throat, forcing her to swallow his load. Once again, she is stimulated but prevented from taking any action to reach a climax. It's so so frustrating. The yearning for release almost overwhelms the spite and humiliation she feels at her situation.

Ephedrina's thieving spree is surprisingly lucrative, and she actually raises enough funds to buy out of the horrendous contraptions Gascayn said represent the first fraction of her debt.

"Well done Ephy. Excellent hustling and with your dignity intact", (he chuckles) "you didn't even whore yourself out."

"Enough talking. Get me out of these things!"

"First, let me explain the situation going forward." He's enjoying letting her linger helpless, but Ephedrina feigns nonchalance rather than let her frustrations show.

"You still owe me a good deal of money. And every day more debt will accumulate, representing my right to profit from my purchase. With me so far?"

"Yes."

"The debt will be represented by a number of deals. Conditions you have to fulfill, as a reminder of your obligation. If you get enough funds, you can buy out of any given deal. If you accumulate additional debt, you can take more deals... and if you really fuck up, it's back to being treated like a slave. Make sure you meet your obligations too, or I'll add additional debt as a reminder. Is that clear?"

"That's demented, Gascayn. You can't be serious."

"Aren't you going to ask me what the deals are?"

She hesitates, but really he's holding the cards. "What are the deals?"

"First, once a day you have to fuck me. Not only that, but when you fuck me you go all in. For the rest of the time, you can hate me, but when we're fucking you crave my cock more than anything. You act like you love me and will do anything for me. Close your eyes and pretend I'm someone else if you have to, but make love to me like you mean it. Got it?"

She nods, a surly grimace on her face. What a pig.

"Second, you have to ask me to spank you every day. To keep you humble, you see." He grins at her obvious distaste.

"Third there's a bit jewellery you'll have to wear for me."

"And fourth, I'll provide you with a few outfits to wear. You can choose to wear them or go naked. Simple enough. Do you accept?"

Apparently he's done, and is waiting for her to reply.

"It's completely unreasonable Gascayn. I thought you were my friend, and you're doing this to me."

He smiles and nods, "that's right. But you still need to answer the question."

"Fine Gascayn. I'll follow your ridiculous rules. Please let me out of these things." She indicates the bondage gloves and the rest of her restraints.

"Wonderful milady! I think you'll grow to love our arrangement." Slowly, almost sensually, he removes the devices.

"Now I won't remind you a second time, but this one's a freebie," he says with a glint in his eye. "Ask me to fuck you. Like you mean it."

Ephedrina sighs and closes her eyes for a moment. Her training in the courts of the nobility means she understands when she has to play along, to pretend to feel things she doesn't really feel, to swallow her pride. This is one such time.

When she opens them again, she looks at Gascayn with puppy eyes and says in a pleading little voice "Gascayn... please won't you fuck me? I really need you to fuck me... please?"

"Very good milady, very good." His erection is immediately obvious. Soon enough, they're both naked, filthy though Ephedrina still is.

The truth is, Ephedrina has been horny for several days now. She's craving the release.

Another truth is that she does find Gascayn physically compelling. She released him from her service because she was too attracted to him, and that attraction is still there. If anything it's magnified. The feeling of his hands on her body - his hands particularly - and all the ways he handles her turns her on even more.

A third truth is that in spite of how she hates it intellectually, Ephedrina finds the whole situation incredibly sexually charged.

... so when Gascayn pins her knees to the floor, spreading her legs wide, and pounds her it feels incredibly good. It's the first time someone's fucking her properly, and she doesn't want it to stop. It is not acting at all when Ephedrina screams and thrashes from climax after climax. Yet he keeps going, and she almost passes out, moaning and whimpering, and forgetting everything about how she got to where she is. Gascayn, apparently, had some pent up sexual tension to release as well because he's driving at her hard.

"That was pretty good, Ephy. Think how much easier it would've been if you'd just let me fuck you like this in the beginning. I could've stayed by your side and protected you."

She sighs. Is he right?

"I'll protect you now," he smiles. She lets herself return the smile, cuddling up to him. He's full of shit, but it's probably a better strategy to butter him up a bit.

The moment passes.

"Now for your jewellery."

Gascayn requires Ephedrina to pierce her nipples (it's excruciating), her clit-hood (even more painful), and her septum (also painful). She tries to hide her tears, but doesn't quite succeed.

The jewellery are simple rings in the nipples (the tugging and chafing is hard to get used to), a little vibrating attachment near the clit (oh he's going to mess with her for sure), and a massive ring through her nose (for real? This is degrading!)

"Let me see you," he says "and smile for me... perfect. You're so pretty like this, you know Ephy?"

She's still high from the post-orgasm endorphins, so when she fakes a smile it feels genuine somehow.

"This is what you want me to wear?"

"Well... you could go naked if you prefer."

"But it's so... you can see my... everything."

He gives her another indulgent smile.

"You have such a sweet little cunny, it'd be a shame to hide it. Fresh air will do it good. Keep it from going sour...." He's really enjoying this. "Besides, think of it this way... imagine you're in the middle of a fight and your opponent catches a glimpse of you tight little snatch. That'll distract him for sure, giving you an opening to strike home. Or they could be blinded by a reflection off your piercing. Either way, it'll provide a combat advantage."

"You're a complete fucking pig, you know that?" The constant stimulation from her new piercings are not enough to blunt her disgust.

"You'll come around to my way of thinking, I'm sure of it. You'll thank me one day."

Since Ephedrina doesn't have an armour license, she can't wear the "whore armour" as Gascayn calls it. Instead he provides her with a set of clothes, altered to suit his sartorial philosophy (that is, providing an unobstructed view of her "sweet little cunny").

Ephedrina contemplates her situation. It's pretty obnoxious, and Gascayn is enjoying messing with her entirely too much. But he did take off the chastity belt, collar, gloves, and the spiky bondage shoes... so maybe she has a real chance after all?

Later that evening, Ephedrina takes a bath. It feels glorious to be clean again.

The presence of her piercings are a constant reminder of the control Gascayn now exerts over her body..

The "slut dress" is still humiliating, but at least Ephedrina is no longer filthy.

She soon discovers that the people of Riften - especially the men - enjoy slapping her tits and ass as she walks by in the "slut dress." It's something they felt entitled to do when she was crawling around naked on her hands an knees. This dress, and walking upright, is insufficient to convince them to stop.

"Gascayn... I've been a bad girl...."

"Oh I know Ephy. Come over here."

He spanks her hard, occasionally carressing her vagina in between the strikes, fucking her gently with his fingers. It's painful, degrading... and hot.

Bastard.

Finally Ephedrina gets to rest (she rented a room at the inn). Exhausted physically, emotionally, mentally, and sexually she falls into a deep and dreamless sleep. Tomorrow is probably going to be trying, to say the least, but that is a problem for tomorrow.

Things were going so well, then... one single mistake... and now she's here, naked, with iron around her neck.

"The greyskin girl is up next."

There's no helping it.

They shackle her up on the stage, every part of her body exposed to the eyes of the curious.

Adding to the humiliation, Ephedrina's body betrays her.  Her nipples are rock hard, achingly so. He inner thighs are slick, covered by the liquid slowly seeping from her vagina. She tries willing it to stop, but it's not use. Ephedrina doesn't like it, in fact she hates it, but right now she's probably more aroused than she's ever been. All she can do is hope that it isn't noticed.

Who's that in the audience? Could it be?

Yes, it's Gascayn!

Ephedrina is about to call out to him when he catches her eye and shakes his head ever so subtly. She understands, and gives nothing away.

The bidding starts, and Gascayn joins in.

Ephedrina almost pukes from the knot in her stomach as she watches them compete for her.

Gascayn wins. The knot eases up a bit.

"Gascayn! I'm so relieved to see you here! What luck!"

"I'm very pleased as well, milady. I heard that there was a Dunmer woman with an uncommonly pretty face for sale today. I decided to check, just in case... and here we are."

One of the auction house staff interrupts them.

"Do you want to fuck her, sir? Her cunt is practically glistening."

Ephedrina gestures with her head, irritated. "Can you tell them to get me out of these." She indicates he bondage mittens they put on her hands when they took her off the auction stage. They prevent her from doing anything with her hands.

"No."

What? Why not?

"Milady, I think you misunderstand the situation. I bought you. You belong to me."

"But... I thought...."

"Not forever, don't worry. The law doesn't allow it. But for the time being, I own you. I'll explain what it means in due time." He turns to the attendant. "Package her up for me if you would. The collar and plug I provided, spike heels... best put a belt on her too. You're right, she's positively dripping."

Instinctively, Ephedrina moves to cover herself, but the attendant - and a few helpers - stop her.

Ephedrina is too shocked to resist... not that resisting would help her.

They fit her with a collar - a slave's collar - tight, but not choking. They put a pair of ridiculous iron contraptions on her feet. They shove a giant... thing... up her anus (lubricated, thankfully, but it's still intense), and they fit her with a chastity belt (but such that the anal plug can be removed separately if required - she knows, because they test it on her, pulling it out and plugging it in a couple of times).

"She's good to go, sir. Thank you for your purchase."

Ephedrina struggles to get to her feet.

"Milady, I think you'll find it easier and more convenient to crawl."

"Milady, let's go!" He whistles and snaps his fingers, as if calling on a dog. Reluctantly, Ephedrina crawls towards him.

Ephedrina - feeling an indescribable mixture of fury, humiliation, and (alas) arousal - follows.

"I should've kept bidding. What a fine piece of ass" says someone. "Let me know if you get tired of her. I'll take her off your hands."

"I'll keep it in mind," says Gascayn breezily

And with that they leave the Riften Slave Market for whatever comes next.

Like a black-clad, masked whirlwind of death, she sets upon them...

... leaving a trail of bodies in her wake. Most die before they even know they're under attack.

Several bandit camps fall, above and below ground. None can stand before her.

The approach is simple... sprint into the camp, lashing about her slaying all she can reach. Before the bandits can even react, most of them are dead. The stragglers are easily put down as they try to regroup. It's almost too easy.

The day flies by in a euphoria of combat. Only one camp left, then she'll return to town for her rewards and rest. Maybe Carlotta will be free this evening? She hopes so.

... Ephedrina has grown cocky. She doesn't even summon her familiar as she approaches the last camp.

She runs in, and slays a few bandits, same as always...

... but there are more than expected. Some of them don't go down after one or two slashes. Finally a real fight!

They circle behind her. Ephedrina is surrounded! Should she withdraw and regroup? Summon her familiar after all?

A blow lands on her back. Involuntarily she lowers her guard and more blows rain down upon her.

Ephedrina is brought down!

"Make him take off his mask before we kill him. I want to see his face."

"Oh, look at that. A pretty face. What a lovely surprise."

The way they laugh does not make Ephedrina feel any better.

They strip her naked, laughing and cheering, their dead comrades forgotten.

"I'm first!"

The bandit leader pushes her down and penetrates her from behind. It's the first time she's had a penis inside her... inside her vagina. He's not gentle. The pain is excruciating. Ephedrina squirms and screams, so he places a boot on her head.

"Keep still bitch! You better work with me if you want to live."

He grinds her face into the dirt. Some of it gets in her mouth. She can feel the muck on his soles scrape across her cheeks.

"Shit, you should've told me you are a virgin... were a virgin, heh. Ah well too late now."

Thankfully Ephedrina has started lubricating, making things go a little easier. It's more like an intense muscle soreness down there now, rather than an abrasive pain. Still she screams and moans each time the bandit leader pounds her... and he's pounding hard.

"Push back against me when I push" he demands, pressing her face further into the soft soil to emphasize the point. She doesn't really know how, but she tries half-heartedly. She's rewarded with more pain as the frequency and intensity of his thrusting increases, but also with small jolts of involuntary physical pleasure.

Finally he shakes and moans. His meaty hands squeeze her ass and thighs (bruising her, she has no doubt) as he slams his hips into hers. Having finished he leaves her - face down ass up - as he gets dressed.

Ephedrina lies there, unmoving, her legs still spread apart in the position he left her. She can feel something warm seeping out of her vagina, cooling down as it runs down her leg.

"I'm next!"

"Let's whip her!"

"Tie her up!"

"Let me piss on her face!"

"Not now." The leader speaks with authority and the others obey. "Let her recover a bit. We have plenty of time with our new little whore."

The excited chatter dies down, though some quietly grumble that it's not fair that he got to go but they didn't.

Eventually Ephedrina collects herself and - cautiously, slowly - gets up. She spits the dirt out of how mouth and wipes the snot from her face. Someone throws her a dirty rag to clean herself and a few stale breadcrusts to eat.

They tie her up.

"You're not going anywhere," which is true enough.

As night falls, Ephedrina - naked and sore - watch them going through all possessions, sharing them out.

She has plenty of time to worry. She tries to keep her spirits up and not feel sorry for herself, but it's hard. Especially since she doesn't know what they're planning. What will they do with her? What will they do to her?

Again, Ephedrina is subjected to a tedious search. She keeps her clothes on this time, but she's still fuming.

Having her magic license, Ephedrina purchases a few spell tomes

"Why don't you sit here with me for a while, sweetheart? I'll show you a few tricks you might like...."

The court wizard is - it turns out - a perv.

Best swallow your pride and maintain good relations.

"No thank you," she says with a (fake) smile.

"Ah... it's a pity. Normally I'm not into greyskin girls, but you're not bad looking for a Dunmer. I'd be happy to be into you." He winks and leers.

Thank you asshole. Go fuck yourself. That's how she feels, but instead she says "I really should go study now."

"Gascayn...."

Ephedrina has thought long and hard about this.

"Yes milady?"

"Thank you for everything you've done. I won't be requiring your services henceforth."

"Milady? You can't be...." Gascayn checks himself, before continuing more calmly. "I understand. Is it... was it something I did?"

"Of course not, Gascayn."

That's a lie, of course. It took Ephedrina a while to come around to it, and it's still more of a feeling than a fact... but the way Gascayn fucked her... and the way he acted afterwards. It made her think he'd start seeing himself as her equal... or even presume to try to influence or control her.

Ephedrina thought she'd be able to handle it - to manipulate Gascayn via his presumption. Make him more loyal. Maybe pay him less. Except... except that her sexual urges have been growing stronger, almost overwhelming. She's been dreaming of Gascayn. Of doing things with him... of him doing things to her. And that's dangerous. He might succeed in controlling her.

The risk is too great, so she has to cut it off before she gets in too deep. Even if part of her regrets it.

He sighs, showing more emotion than usual.

"Very well milady. I am but your servant. If you don't need me... well... I can only hope that one day that will change? I will always be willing to serve you faithfully."

"Who knows what the future holds." This is so awkward, but there's no helping it.

"I'll head to Riften. See about the Thieves Guild. If you ever need me, look for me there."

"I will Gascayn. And... thank you. I truly appreciate your service."

She almost leans in to kiss him... but she resists. It wouldn't help.

Ephedrina pays Gascayn his outstanding wages, and it's done.

Ephedrina returns to the inn in Kynesgrove to relax and study. It's quite pleasant.

"Where's your feller, milady?"

It's not quite an appropriate way to address a noble, but Ephedrina lets it slide. The whole noble thing hasn't really worked out that well for her, and the woman is friendly. Still....

"He's not my 'feller'. He was my retainer, but he is not with me anymore."

"Oh, is that so?" The woman gives her a knowing look. "I guess things didn't work out."

"What do you mean?"

"He was clearly hoping for something. The way he looked at you when your back was turned... and now he's gone."
 

"It's for the best."

"Oh I'm sure, honey. A lady like you? You can have the pick of any litter I'm sure."

It's not that Ephedrina wouldn't want a retainer who is in love with her. It could be quite useful, she expects. Still, she's satisfied she made the right decision. Gascayn was not handling himself the right way.

Skyrim is dangerous. But Ephedrina is more dangerous, as various bandits, necromancers, and other riff-raff learn to their regret.

Skyrim is also cold and wet.

Yet Ephedrina is enjoying herself. On her own, equal to any challenge thrown at her. The only real question is where she'll go and what she'll do.

One day, Ephedrina arrives at Whiterun.

The guards do their usual "we're going to search you" drill, but she talks them out of it. That's a point in Whiterun's favour.

Inside the gates some poor woman is crudely restrained and forced to serve as a tour guide (and who knows what else). That's a point against Whiterun.

She goes to renew her licenses. The quartermaster is not a jerk about it, which is decent, but the fact that licenses are required in Whiterun also annoys her - making that whole thing a wash. Still, Whiterun is better than Windhelm... but, so far, Kynesgrove's been the most pleasant.

Ephedrina pays a visit to the Jarl's advisor and undertakes to clear out some bandits in his hold. But the Jarl is not the only one with problems. Ephedrina spends a bit of time talking to the locals, finding several other issues that need solving. She's not sure the expected rewards are enough to cover the ongoing cost of permits, but with loot and her potion making thrown in, it'll probably be enough to put her ahead.

That evening, Ephedrina plays her harp (acquired between Windhelm and Whiterun) at the local inn - the Bannered Mare. Her performance is well received, earning her a bit of coin (enough for a bath) and a free room for the night.

The performance earns her more still.

As she's playing Ephedrina makes continued eye-contact with an attractive brunette. Afterwards, they chat. The brunette's name is Carlotta and Carlotta thinks Ephedrina is talented enough that she should go to the bard's college in Solitude.

It's not a bad idea.

Another thing that is not a bad idea is for the two to go to Ephedrina's room where they soon get naked.

It's Ephedrina's first time with a woman, and she likes it.

Additional sex:

Later that evening - after her bath - Ephedrina masters another spell. It conjures adventuring equipment - a robe, a circlet, boots, and a magic staff. Realistically, she doesn't need any of them, preferring to trust in her sword and fan. But if life has taught her anything, it's to have more than one backup plan.

She really is ready for anything.