"If you don't mind, I'd like to fuck her face."

 

They're spending the night at her former Master's house. Her new Master - the Orc named Dub - has some business to discuss. Maer is being passed around as a fuck-toy to whoever wants her. It's a courtesy. Her Master is a good guest.

 

Her old friend and former lover Onmund is a guest as well. He has been trying to earn a place at the Jarl's court and has been ingratiating himself with the Thane. Right now, he wants to shove his cock down Maer's throat.

 

"Go ahead, be my guest" says Maer's old Master. "I've missed the feel of her tight little snatch."

 

"It is nice and tight, isn't it" says Onmund as pushes into her mouth. He's not gentle about it and saliva drips down her face. "Amazing given how many cocks she's had."

 

"Almost magical!"

 

The two men laugh, then get down to fucking. Maer is resentful of both of them. She decides to try to withhold her orgasm, to at least put a small question mark at their ability to please a woman.

 

Onmund alternates between slapping her face and pulling her hair. Her old Master is dragging his fingers down her flanks (very sensitive) and slapping her ass. It feels good.

 

"Did you ever hear her squeal like a drowning pig," asks her old Master. "Here, grab her nipples. When I give the signal, shake her tits as fast as you can."

 

For his part, the Thane grabs her labia above where his cock is entering her. The pressure on her clit is intense as he squeezes and Maer protests (though her cries are muffled by Onmund's cock in her mouth). The Thane starts fucking her hard, his penis striking her g-spot perfectly. The orgasm is inevitable and she starts involuntarily moaning. Suddenly (at the Thane's signal, though she can't turn to look) Onmund starts shaking her tits rapidly from side to side, by her nipples. The pain is excruciating and mingles with the pleasure. Maer is squealing, she's sure of it, but there's nothing she can do to stop it.

 

She fails spectacularly, climaxing not once but three times as the two men fuck her.

 

Afterwards, she lies sprawled on the floor, panting, covered in fluid, feeling sore and feeling... good . Why is she such a slut?

 

Onmund spits in her face and whispers "whore,"

 

 

"I heard Master... I mean the Thane... I heard him say that he has Contacts at the college... and that he sent me there as part of my... 'conditioning'...."

 

The Thane, Onmund, and her Master have been talking and laughing and drinking. Onmund and Dub complimented the Thane on how he'd turned Maer into a perfect little sex slave, but they were hinting at something more Maer thinks.

 

"Do you know what they meant," she asks Lydia.

 

"Not really," replies the warrior. "Well... a little bit. I heard him say that whores with magical ability could be very useful. He didn't say how."

 

Maybe he means the spells? But the way they've been laughing doesn't sound like they are celebrating her ability to cast Firebolt.

 

"He once mentioned something about some tentacles up that College, and that exposure could trigger some sort of change in women who can use magicka. The Thane said his friends at the college made sure you were exposed? Does that sound familiar?"

 

Tentacles? Maer is momentarily overwhelmed by memories of those... hours... how long did it last? And the Thane knew? He was... behind it?

 

"I guess it does," says Lydia. "It's obvious from your face."

 

But they went to rescue that poor girl. How could her old Master have anything to do with that?

 

 

Her Master overheard her speaking with Lydia.

 

"I'll let you off easy this time," he says. He spanks her and it hurts, but Maer knows he's right. That was easy for him. She's not bleeding.

 

Leona laughs. "How do you like having an Orc Master," she asks with a smile.

 

Maer knows Leona's trying to bait her into talking again, but she's not falling for it.

 

 

Her new Master is still talking to her old Master downstairs. Apparently Dub has agreed to take on a number of "missions" for the Thane. Skyrim is in turmoil, and the Thane intends to prosper. They talk late into the night.

 

Maer, however, just wants to go to sleep.

 

Onmund intercepts her.

 

"You know he played you all along, right?"

 

Maer nods. She doesn't actually know. That's what they are saying, but what did he do to her?

 

"When those tentacles were deep inside you, how did it feel?"

 

Like an orgasmic dream, every part of her body tingling. Her insides tingling. Maer doesn't say anything, though, she just sort of shrugs.

 

"You're not talking? He's got you broken in? Is that it?"

 

Maer nods. She got spanked for talking. Her Master will be much less gentle if she speaks without permission a second time.

 

"You know, slavery suits you Maer. Maybe I'll buy you one day. Wouldn't that be fun?"

 

No it wouldn't. Her first Master was emotionally manipulative. Her new Master is ruthless. Maer does not want a Master who resents and despises her... not that she has any say in it, unfortunately.

 

 

Maer lies in bed wondering. She thought she'd begun getting used to her new Master, but all this talk tonight... it's making her nervous. What does it mean? What will happen?

 

Finally she drifts off. She dreams of her Master fucking her, but instead of a penis he has tentacles.