Captured and enslaved by Forsworn
[Messing around with the CBBE Morph sliders in RaceMenu. I didn't think I was into the whole pregnancy thing, but damn. Gonna have to download that soulgem oven mod now.]
The lawless Reach, in the end, proved to be more than a match for the so-called Dragonborn...
Fuckmeat whimpered as the hood was yanked from her face.
All around her, the Forsworn - Masters - lay dead, or dying. Men clad in
blue wool and mail were setting the tents on fire. Stormcloaks. The name
for these people came back to her like a bolt of lightning, across the fog of
time. How long had it been?
The Stormcloak who had unhooded her grabbed her by the hair and
scrutinized her face.
"Wait, I know this one," he said to his companion. "Where have I seen her
before?"
A snort. "She was the one everyone said was 'Dragonborn', remember? A
few seasons ago, when the Greybeards broke their silence?"
A flash of recognition. "Hmph, I wondered what came of that. Did people
really think this sow was Dragonborn?"
"Talos knows why. This one's not even a Nord."
"More than that, an elf bitch!" He spat. Fuckmeat flinched as spittle hit her
face, but knew better than to react.
Dragonborn. That was a word flavored by the bright optimism of seasons
long past. It had been a long time since anyone had called her anything
but Cumdump. Whore. Fuckmeat.
The Stormcloak started to undo his britches.
"Sinmir," his companion said sharply. "The High King will want to decide
what to do with her."
The master called Sinmir grunted. "Relax, Ralof. Just going to use her pretty
little mouth. Ulfric won't care."
Ralof. Fuckmeat recognized the other one now. Helgen. The cart. Gods, that
felt like a lifetime ago. Ralof looked down at Fuckmeat with an inscrutable
expression for a moment, then turned away with a disgusted grimace.
The tightening of the grip in her hair brought her attention forcefully back to
Sinmir. His cock was out now, jutting angrily against her lips.
"Open up and get to work, whore."
The former Dragonborn closed her eyes, resigned. It was what she was good
for. Fuckmeat parted her lips, and went to work.
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