Yes, Elina, I know it's raining. Perhaps you'd prefer to remain kneeling while we wait for the weather to improve? Molag knows you could all use the posture training. No? Then listen carefully! We have a lot of ground to cover and you do not want to make me repeat myself.

The basics then. You have all been recruited to serve as bloodslaves for the Volkihar clan, which for all your purposes means me, and anyone I give you to. You will serve as blood cows, soul gem incubators, and sexual playthings as well as any other duties we see fit to assign you. When not otherwise assigned you will await the use of your betters. Learn how to hold your current posture comfortably and without fidgeting - Looking at you here Reasa - and you will save yourselves much grief in the long term.

Before we leave this place, you will all have been branded, bound to a state of permanent high arousal, taught a little basic discipline, and inseminated. Luckily I have access to a very reliable fertility spell, so impregnation can be accomplished  quickly and efficiently. The actual fertilization itself will be accomplished by me personally using  traditional methods. Any of you in a mind to complain should bear in mind that the same result can be accomplished with less fuss and less effort by fitting you with a pet collar and leaving you tethered overnight in the Death Hound pens. You might want to keep that in mind.

Next: two of your number have been in service for some time now, and may be considered old hands. Yoni and Idonea, stand up!

Good. The rest of you, take a good look at these two.

They can advise you as to what exactly is expected of you. Ask them any questions you may have - not while I'm talking, Peregrina! - about the day to day running of the camp. The ballooning up breast size, by the way, is a side effect of the fertility spell. It affects some earlier than others, but it does effect everyone. Those of you quietly sniggering might want to remember that.

What next? We also have in our number two ex-members of the Dawnguard. They're the one with dark hair and boy's haircuts. They have the good fortune to be the sole survivors of the Dawnguard's recent and ill-advised operation at Forbear's Holdout. What's that Traccenia? No, it's "Forbears'" not "Four Bears". Much like I'm going to forbear the use of the Discipline spell on this occasion.  Fortunately for you, Traccenia, you are unlikely to be assigned any duties that cannot be satisfied using your neck or cunt. Your brain will not be required and I recommend you use it as little as possible.

Back to the matter at hand. Most of you have had the misfortune to fall into the hands of the Falmer of Chillwind Depths, where you have learned some interesting, unusual, and in at one case Pista, decidedly unhygienic habits. Normally, I'd try to correct this on the spot, and some of you have indeed had some processing. However, affairs inside that cave were far from ideal for training purposes...

and so we find ourselves forced to relocate here. Regardless of the state of your training, you will all learn what is required of you here. The only variable is how much you need to suffer before I find your comportment satisfactory.

Right! Let's get on with it. And I don't want to hear one more word about the rain. If I can manage in the sunlight, I'm sure you can put up with a little water. Pista, let's wipe off that charus crap and see what's going on between your legs. I assume the Falmer have been using you for reproductive purposes? This will probably be well trodden ground for you in which case...