They walk across the expansive Skyrim landscape. Maer's Master amuses himself by telling her to change her outfit and, later in the afternoon, go naked. The weather is balmy so she doesn't get too cold. It's not too bad, all things told. It's not like she's never been naked in public before, and even then it's not like there are many people around.

 

 

Every so often they stop so her Master can enjoy her body. It's not particularly degrading or anything at this stage, she's very used to it. She is a sex slave after all, a fuck toy. Maer is used to it and even gets some pleasure from the situation.

 

 

Maer has a bit of an emotional moment as they pass by an old - and now cleared - outlaw stronghold. From her spot on the road she can see the outcrop where she looked down on Whiterun... however long ago it was. Days? Weeks? Months? It seems like ages ago. She was there with her friends Onmund (who is no longer her friend) and Brelyna (whom she misses - and, suddenly she wonders, did the tentacles 'prepare' Brelyna's body too?)  They were recovering books stolen from the library at the College in Winterhold. She remembers being excited and feeling free and in charge of her own destiny. But maybe that wasn't the case after all. Maer wonders about that as she trudges on.

 

 

They are attacked a few times, by random outlaws mostly, but nothing gives them any real trouble.

 

 

By dusk, Maer sets up camp, cooks, and attends to all the things that need attending to. Throughout the whole day her Master has said maybe 10 words to her, and she has not spoken even once. But he hasn't beaten or whipped her either, so she must be doing something right.

 

 

Maer is tired from the long walk, but still has a hard time falling asleep. She thinks back to long ago, when she was a desirable match courted by Breton nobles. She remembers enjoying the attention and toying with the emotions of some of her suitors. Most of it was innocent, she didn't really know what she was doing, but she probably treated some of them cruelly. She wonders what any of them would do if they met now. Would they even recognize her? Probably most of them would act like Onmund, she reckons... and maybe she deserves it... or maybe not... it doesn't really matter....

 

Today wasn't a bad day... if this is what slavery holds for her, she wouldn't really mind that much... but she knows this was a good day... what will happen... ah, she can't worry too much about it... and finally, Maer drifts off to sleep.

 

 

Maer wakes before dawn to cook breakfast and attend to her Master's needs in silence. He seems satisfied.

 

 

Once again they're scouring a cave for outlaws, and once again they slaughter their foes mercilessly. Thankfully, Maer's Master lets her wear armour (and clothes) as they go about the bloody business.

 

 

"You did well, Princess."

 

Oh? She looks at him.

 

"I got you some pretty baubles, fit for someone like you."

 

Maer is careful not to show her disappointment on her face. He got her some of those vibrating nipple and clit piercings her old Master used to make her wear.

 

She doesn't need them. It's not like Maer isn't already aroused almost all the time. This, she knows, is going to be annoying - she's going to have a harder time keeping her mind clear. Still, she drops to her knees and places her head on the ground by his feet, to show her gratitude (and hide the annoyance on her face). She knows there's no way she can change his mind on this and she'd rather not get whipped for perceived petulance.

 

"If it turns out you don't like them, feel free to take them out."

 

Of course, he's not giving her the piercing removal tool so she'll have to somehow pick the locks or otherwise improvise.

 

He handles her clithood and nipples gently - more gently than you'd expect from an Orc - as he slips them into place.

 

* Click * and they're locked.

 

"Damn, you're wet Princess," he says wiping his hands on her cheek. "You must really like your gift."

 

That's not true, it's all the magic she used as they killed the outlaws that turns on on. Still she bites her lip, lowers her eyes, and nods. Yes Master. Please fuck me.

 

* Bzzzzzzzzz *... he turns on the vibrations. Maer moans and starts touching herself, practically without thinking.

 

He fucks her face down in the dirt. It doesn't take many minutes before she screaming beyond any self control.

 

 

"It's time to return and sell our loot, Mule."

 

She knows what that means. After he's tied her hands, he loads her up with everything. She can barely walk under the load, but she carries on.

 

They're not going back to Whiterun, though....