So there I was... At some gods forsaken mine in Eastmarch. Still bound in various apparel. With a woman held with one hand and a dagger in the other. If only I didn't have need for the dagger...

"Please miss. I have a daughter. Please..." She pleaded. In an instant the realization hit me that I had, for all intents and purposes, become like my kidnappers. She was just like me... It made me feel disgusting... "I'm sorry. I was expecting... someone else..." I whispered to her. She breathed a sigh of relief when I sheathed my dagger. I released her from my grasp and leaned against the wall of the shelter. "What were you thinking... I could have been any of a thousand cutthroats roaming this blasted land..." She looked down as if ashamed. "Look, I was hiding out here because I feared these would give folks the wrong impression." I told her and showed her the restrictive bindings that still held captive. She seemed shocked at first, though within seconds she nodded her head and said; "Those would have caused a bit of a situation for sure."

"What happened to you?" she asked while she reached over with a strange curiosity. "Bandits or slavers I guess... They raided our village and carted me off... All the way from Hjaalmarch to here."

"Hjaalmarch is indeed far from here." She said, still fascinated with my apparel.

"If you help remove some of them I might let you keep them..." I told her in a playful tone. She looked up, rather startled. "You can have the gloves, boots and corset. They should be easiest to remove."

After a moment of thought she responded. "I'll help you and I'll give you clothes, but I'd like to ask for a favor. You seem rather adapt at sneaking around unnoticed. I'd like you to get something for me from a nearby village."

"Probably not something that someone would not miss, I take." I said with a slight smirk.

"In Kynesgrove there is man called Kjeld. He owns Steamscorch mine. I used to work there. He made me do things... He said he'd throw me out if I refused. So I let him... He owes me. He owes my daughter. So, please."

"Men..." I sneered. "Is there a quiet place where we won't be disturbed?"

"Annekke took Verner to Windhelm yesterday to see an alchemist and I have been taking care of their house. The others sleep in their own tents outside, so no-one will bother us in there. Just wait for the campfire to die down. I'll meet you inside."

And with that I just let her go. I was surprised at her sudden turn-about... I mean you don't get held at knife-point everyday... Then again... She was a woman scorned. Divines hath no greater fury... It was still a gamble, but she looked genuine enough for me to risk it. I was right on the money as it turns out...

When the camp fell quiet I sneaked inside the house. There I found her with her daughter... "Thank you for scaring away the bandit, miss." The girl said to me and offer me a chair. Then she yawned and ran into the back room, leaving us alone. "I had to tell her something..." she said. "I guess you did." I replied while I started to undress.

"I brought some lockpicks and some tools...And... Oh my..." She gasped as my dirty tunic fell to the floor. "Is that?!? Is that a chastity belt? Did they put that on you?" "This belt is my friend. It has kept them out. Well at least from the front." I said as I turned around and showed her the access hole to my anus." To my surprise I felt her sliding her fingers along the belt, but careful not to touch me. My smile grew wider. "Here." I said. "I'll show you how to pick these poor locks. You are going to have to open the ones on the gloves and the one on my back."

I sat down on one of the chairs and quickly rid myself of the locks on my boots. I had been lacking a proper driver to turn the lock once I had figured out the pins. I then invited my host over. She had been watching quite attentively and now it was her turn to have a go. "To start, you want to feel around the lock. Find out here it makes the most noise when you finger the lockpick around in there." "Then, when you have explored enough, go ahead and retrace those points of interest and slightly twist the driver until the lock opens." I made sure to emphasis on the innuendo where possible to brighten the extremely serious look on her face while she was trying to figure out these poor locks.

A smile grew on her face as her first lock popped open. "There, that was rather difficult." She sighed as she wiped the beads of sweat from her forehead. "The rest are probably all the same as this one. I doubt they used different locks." I said in an effort to reassure her and added; "Too bad the collar has a better lock. I'll have to have a blacksmith take a look at that."

Like I had predicted the other locks came of much easier now that the pattern was known. As she helped me take off the corset I could feel the pressure releasing from my body. It hurt like all oblivion, but it did not matter. I was free again. Well... Almost anyway...

As I stood, flexing my body in ways I had not been able to do in what felt like forever, I could hear her breath becoming heavy. To my surprise I found her covertly playing with herself. I hadn't been with another woman in years, but I figured I'd throw her a bone...

"Now, as for your reward... I am at your service..." She looked up a bit startled, but as I lowered myself she shyly parted her skirt. "Either you don't believe in panties, or you were hoping for something..." I smirked as she looked away, blushing like a bonfire.

"I'm sick of men... But I have been so lonely..." She whimpered. Before she could break in to tears I pulled her forward on her chair and buried my tongue in her vulva. She didn't taste like Anjar, that last girl to suffer my wrath... She didn't last as long either...

I should have been arrested for attempted murder for what I did to that poor woman, but when time came to for me to depart for Kynesgrove she kissed me passionately. A spark could be seen in her eye that had not been there before. I wonder If I'll be renowned as Thermis the Wicked before this adventure is over. Hadmir might have been right after all... Thermis Manslayer comes to mind too... At least I got rid of those cursed clothes... Depending on how things will turn out in Kynesgrove I guess I'll be seeing her again. She told me to get a silver locket with a small emerald from a man called Kjeld.

Onwards and upwards then... Have at thee cursed fate! From Oblivion's heart I stab at thee!

Notes:

This writing follows a play-through using the following mods for the core experience;

- Alternative Start - LAL

- Immerslave

- DD assets, integration, expansion

- DD Cutting

- Fill Her Up

Also used, but not essential at this point:

- Death Alternative - YMOYL

- Sanguine's Debauchery Enhanced

- Sisterhood of Dibella

- SexLab Solutions

- SexLab Romance

- The DD Manual

- Xaz Prison Overhaul

The world this all takes place in:

Using Hydragorgon's Slavegirls, Slaves for vanilla Bandit Camps by pchs and Valadarius' DD for the Masses II to create a setting where slavery is commonplace. Bondage is an integral part of society in Tamriel. A slave owner is obliged to provide basic needs by law. However, like everything in Skyrim, the law outside of the holds is upheld by honor... and there are enough honor-less lowlifes to fill the fields of Whiterun...

My set-up is tweaked to be more Amazonian in nature than Gorian.

Disclaimer (thanks to thebookdesigner.com ):

This is a work of (pure adult) fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.