"Did the dogs fuck you?"

 

Maer shakes her head.

 

"You may speak."

 

What a disgusting thought. She hesitates for a moment, finding her voice. "No Master."
 

"Any horses? Did you get horse cock?"

 

Her eyes widen at the image. "No Master."

 

"Would you like to?"

 

"No Master! Please, no!"

 

He laughs. "I'll keep that in mind."

 

 

 

"Dragon!" The shout goes up as wings beat overhead.

 

Master Dub rushes to the town square to join the defense, with Maer trailing after. Leona and Lydia and her old Master are there too, and a number of other warriors. Maer does a credible job, she thinks. She doesn't hit the dragon with any flame bolts or anything (lousy aim), but the Flame Atronach she summons does.

 

 

"Slave, where is your owner?"

 

"Over there" whispers Maer, pointing (and hoping her Master doesn't hear her).

 

"I'm going to search your slave," says the guard. "I don't like how she was acting when the dragon attacked."

 

Once back at the barracks, the man prods, pokes, and laughs. "I've seen you whoring at the Bannered Mare, haven't I," he asks.

 

Maer nods.

 

"I thought so." He inserts his fingers into her vagina, searching for contraband and enjoying himself. "How about a freebie?"

 

Maer moans. Why not? To be honest, she wouldn't mind. Her body and her psyche has already fallen into the habits her old Master so carefully molded. She's horny all the time. She's dripping right now from the magic that coursed through her body earlier, from the humiliating situation, from... well... from everything.

 

"No," says her Master. "I have places to be. If you want her you'll have to pay. Same as everyone else."

 

 

"Alright woman. The Thane said you're a little slow, so I'm going to make it clear to you."

 

They're outside the Whiterun city gates, battered by wind and the cold rain of dawn.

 

"We are going to fight and kill. You will follow. You will obey. You will never falter or complain. Do you understand?"

 

Maer nods. She has understood that for a while.

 

 

The march across the countryside is cold and miserable. It is not made any better by the fact that the Master beats her at the slightest pretext. He does not hold back, and soon her blood flows. She tries not to whimper, moan, or cry... but she doesn't quite succeed.

 

 

More than once he beats her.

 

Maer wonders if anyone is looking down at the scene from the Castle in Whiterun.

 

 

Maer is cold. She is freezing. She is bleeding and aching from her Master's beatings. Yet she pushes on, her Master following behind. Silent. Without pity.

 

 

When they get to the outlaw camp (that's where they were going), they assault without pause, without words. Maer, feeling half-dead from the cross country trek, does her best. She summons the Flame Atronach and then she's spent. No more magicka. But she knows not to falter. She loots a bow and arrows and manages a few hits.

 

 

Her Master lets her loot some armour, which is both warmer and safer than the rags her old Master gave her (she remembers his amused sneer as she sold he mage robes).

 

The outlaws are utterly destroyed.

 

 

"Strip."

 

They've just entered the outlaws' underground complex when her Master gives the order. He gestures at her and then at his erect cock. It's a sign her old Master trained her to obey. Maer crawls over and takes his cock in her mouth. She works the head with her tongue, teasing the urethra and the ridge where the head connects to the shaft. The taste... Orc cock tastes different. She's not sure she likes it, but then not liking it makes it hotter.

 

She's a good cocksucker. She's had a lot of practice. He shoves it further down her throat, thrusting in and out. Maer doesn't have much of a gag reflex anymore.

 

"You're nobleman's daughter, is that right?" He thrusts again. "You may talk."

 

"Yerghhh grrssstggrh" (yes master).

 

"You probably never thought you'd be sucking Orc cock back then, did you?"

 

"Ngggghsstgghh" (no master). Orcs were considered subhuman in Maer's old life. Monsters. The idea that a human woman - much less a noblewoman - would have sexual congress with one was anathema.

 

Maer pictures herself fucking her Master as Breton nobles and courtiers watch. She can almost hear their horrified disapproval, their disgust, and it turns her on. Hopefully her Master wants to fuck her and not just have his cock sucked....

 

 

"What did you think of Orcs. Back then?"

 

Her Master has slid a couple of fingers inside of her, with a thumb gently caressing her clitoris.

 

"Mmmmh," she moans, closing her eyes and thrusting her pelvis to match his rhythm. What does he want her to say? She doesn't want to offend him...

 

A strong hand grabs her by the throat. She picks at it uselessly with her hands, trying to loosen the grip. He's still working her pussy, but she can't breathe. His eyes are remorseless, hers wide open and desperate.

 

"Tell me the truth. Don't mince your words." He releases his grip.

 

As she gasps for air, Maer can feel the edges of an orgasm building up. "I... mmmmh... we hated them... Orcs... nnnggghhh... yess... Orcs are... oooohhhh... disgusting... yess... yesssss...."

 

The sensations build and she's just about to climax when he pulls out and flips her over.

 

Slowly, every so slowly he pushes his cock inside her. He is surprisingly gentle as he slow fucks her.

 

"Keep talking. How far have you fallen?"

 

 

"I... I... I am better than any... oooh... disgusting Orc.  Mmmmh... yes... I am a Breton noble... ngghhh... and... I... would... I would never.... mmmmmh... yesss... fuck me... please Master.... I'm just a whore... I'm your slave... please... fuck me...."

 

He presses her face into the dirt and starts pounding her. His massive frame slams into her again and again, almost knocking the breath out of her each time. She tries to reciprocate, but is using all her strength not to have her face, tits and stomach scraped across the rough ground.

 

The climax arrives, hard and sudden. Maer starts screaming, but her Master covers her mouth with his meaty hand. Still she screams. He reaches up, pinching her nostrils shut but still covering her mouth. She can't breathe. Her orgasm was about to recede, but instead it peaks at another high. She tries to scream, but no air escapes or enters. She bites at his hand. He laughs. Her whole body shakes, limbs spasm and flail. Maer is hit by a quick series of rising climaxes one after the other and then... blacks out.

 

 

When Maer comes to, they destroy the outlaw hideout with fire and axe. Nothing can stand against them. They all perish.

 

 

Maer feels like an adventurer again. She's using her skills, she's facing danger, and she's finding treasure (though her Master takes almost all of it). And the sex is... well... it's incredible. Maybe this is not so bad after all. Maybe her Master was just testing her at first.

 

 

Maer is still his slave, though. As they leave the outlaw hideout, her Master ties her hands behind her back and loads her up with everything they've found.

 

"You're a mule now."

 

It's degrading, sure. But at least she is dressed. She thinks she might get to like her new Master better than her old one.

 

He kicks her ass hard, to get her going. "We're going to Whiterun, mule. Go!"

 

Maer starts to run. It's a long way back.