As they enter Whiterun, Maer's Master declares that he intends to stay for a while, in the house he bought. The town looks the same and Maer recognizes several people but they don't acknowledge her. Maybe that's not surprising. Last time they were there, Maer was clothed and she was her Master's equal partner. Now she's naked, collared, and wearing all sorts of restraints advertising her status as a sex slave.

Well it's not quite true that they don't acknowledge her, some of them get predatory glints in their eyes, pleased with what they see. Maer can't help but notice. Her cheeks flush red. It's humiliating. It's degrading. It's turning her on. She hopes no one sees the liquid that starts dripping from her crotch, running down the inside of her leg. Of course that thought just gets her going even more. Maybe she'll ask her Master if he wants to fuck her? She still sore from Markath, but....

"DRAGON," the cries goes up snapping her out of her reverie. "DRAGON ATTACK!" Men and women run back and forth, and warriors gather.

Maer's Master springs into action, followed by Lydia and Leona... and by Maer too. They killed a dragon before in Whiterun (well, Leona didn't). They can do it again. That is why the Jarl made her Master a Thane, after all.

She is almost giddy with excitement. Just before they left Markath, she finally managed to learn the Pale Shadow spell. If she can create an illusionary dragon to fight this one, then maybe Leona will stop calling her useless.

Her Master, Lydia, and Leona pepper the dragon with arrows. Some of the Jarl's warriors try their best as well. Maer waits for her chance.

The dragon flies straight overhead.

"This is it."

Maer draws a mental bead on the dragon and makes the gestures of power, she reaches deep to channel the magicka within her and... and... nothing. She has nothing left. Her body aches. Her eyes blur. Her mind wanders. She drinks four or five magicka potions she'd saved up, but to no avail. Instead of feeling the magicka course through her she gets the taste of her Master's semen in her mouth. Images of getting fucked and abused in Markath float before her mind's eye, bringing her arousal to a fever pitch. The spell slips even further out of reach. Maer has to use all her willpower not to start masturbating as she watchers her Master, Lydia, and Leona slay the beast.

The guards and the people of the city cheer them as heroes. Well not Maer, of course. No one would expect a sex toy to do anything useful in a fight.

"Would you like me to fuck me, Master," Maer asks meekly. He usually likes to, after a fight like this.

"No I wouldn't. You're like a bitch heat, aren't you? I can see your cunt dripping all over the place." Several of the guards laugh at her Master's words.

"Yes Master. Seeing you work just makes me so horny. I'm sorry."

He nods. He isn't going to punish her for asking.

"Get to work harvesting the bones and key organs from the dragon. When you're done, sell them. Here, take this money too."

She looks at him, puzzled.

"The house is drab. I want you to take care of it. Make it nicer to live in. Upgrade it."

She nods.

"When you're done, come find us at the Bannered Mare. I need a drink."

"You're not buying any drinks tonight Thane," someone shouts to cheers from the crowd. They all gather around and walk off, talking and laughing. Just before they leave, Leona turns to her and says "you used to at least contribute a little when we fought, but not this time. Why is that? Too scared? Or were you too busy dreaming about cocks?"

Maer says nothing. She knows that if she speaks it'll be something like "please fuck me," and she still has a little bit of self-respect left.

Leona scoffs then turns away to catch up to the others. Maer, for her part, gets to work on the dragon remains. As she works she wonders why humiliation turns her on so much. Was she always like that? Did her Master do it to her?