"Princess, on your knees. Ass up."

 

Maer is content fucking Orcs. There's a feeling of physical contentment that follows being well fucked... and if there's one thing Maer is, it's well fucked.

 

 

"This is your bed. Mark your territory."

 

Maer wrinkles her nose as she obeys, though she's careful that her Master doesn't see. She finds joy in the constant orgasms and she knows her willing submission contributes to their intensity... but pissing near where she sleeps still disgusts her. Maybe over time it will change?

 

After she's done, Maer realizes that she can actually tell the scent has changed near her bed. The dank dark cave is pungent as ever of course, but somehow she picks up a few notes in the stench that are distinct, that are hers. She wonder if her Master does as well?

 

 

"You're ready. Come over here." Her Master is standing by the contraptions at one side of the cave.

 

Soon Maer is strapped in and completely restrained. She gasps has her Master attaches suction cups to her tender nipples.

 

"Open up," says her Master as he pulls her mouth open by the nostrils. Something is inserted into her mouth, gagging her. At the same time, she feels something probing at both her vagina and anus. Well trained, she unclenches her sphincter and something thick slides in. Her vagina lubricates massively - it always does - and whatever it is that's being inserted slips in smoothly.

 

She moans as the machinery starts working her breasts - "whhrrrr... whhrrrr... whhrrr...." - rhythmically they suck on her nipples again and again. Oh sweet Dibella, is she leaking? This can't be for real! She's being milked like a cow! Maer is startled out of her outrage by something being squirted into her mouth...

 

"You better swallow, it's all you're eating today." She obeys (of course), swallowing it down. It's sticky and thick and kind of musky, but not bad tasting compared to the things she's had to put in her mouth in recent months.

 

And, of course, the things in her vagina and anus slide in and out, vibrating, thrusting, stimulating her.

 

Maer loses track of how many times she climaxes, and of how long she's there, as she's milked and fucked.

 

 

Afterwards, she's sore and exhausted. Is she's satisfied? Maybe... she's too sore and exhausted to tell.

 

Time passes in the usual way...

 

 

... still Maer tries to find time to study when she has a moment. She still has plenty of notes from various tomes she's purchased in the past. She's still a mage at heart. And, she reasons, the more useful she can be to her Master, the higher the chance that he will show her kindness again.

 

 

Her Master hasn't shown anything even resembling affection since they returned. Not that that is unusual. Still, when Maer prays to Dibella, sometimes she asks the Goddess to maker Maer's Master fall in love with her. If she could? Please?

 

It's silly, she knows, but it feels good to ask. And who knows what might happen?

 

 

Maer's milk production continues unabated. Sometimes she's put in the milky-fucky machine (as she thinks of it), and sometimes she's forced to milk herself. As for the actual milk, her Master takes it. Maer doesn't know what he does with it.

 

 

"Grab your ankles, ass in the air."

 

Maer obeys (of course), and submits to inspection.

 

"Hmmm," says her Master thoughtfully, but he doesn't elaborate.

 

 

"We're leaving."

 

This time, her Master doesn't give any indications where they're going or why. Maer can't help but be disappointed, though she keeps it to herself (naturally). Perhaps last time was an aberration. Perhaps her Master doesn't care for her at all? But why would he do those things, imply affection? Is he toying with her feelings? Does it amuse him? Nothing she's seen of him suggests it's the kind of thing he'd do for fun (unlike her First Master who enjoyed fucking with her head purely for entertainment).

 

These are the thoughts Maer are thinking as she walks through the gate of the Stronghold, into the cold misty rain of the Skyrim highlands.