“Hmmm… so what can you go for,” Niyleen said her mouth watering at the options. “Beef? Goat? Stew?”
“How about some tuna,” Lucari said with a hint of mischievousness.

 

“Ah fish. Haven’t had a home cooked slaughterfish stew in a while. Although, only my mother could make it correctly. The scales have so much flavor in them but people seem to want to toss them away…”

“So, only food and money?”

 

“Huh,” Niyleen said finally giving Lucari her full attention. “What’s that?”

 

“You only seem to want to talk about money and food, whenever you lack either anyway,” Lucari said a little miffed.

 

“I’m sorry Lucari but my stomach… it hungers!”

 

“Right…”

A holler and a quick meal later Niyleen and Lucari sat on the bed satisfied their bellies filled with cabbage potato soup, cooked beef and ale. Patting her belly, Niyleen said, “Whew, that was great. And that ale, not as good as Honningbrew but damn it hit the spot.”

 

“I know right *hic*,” Lucari said. “I cud usa bit more, but…” She looked at Niyleen with a glossed over look in her eyes. “Ehehehee, wanna mes wit tha bargirl a lil?”

 

Niyleen stifled a laugh. “Lucari, you are drunk you milkdrinker.”

 

“An youuur booring, but hoos coun ting?”

 

Niyleen rolled her eyes. “Fine what the plan?”

 

A few minutes later Niyleen yelled for the barmaid who was shocked by the sight that befell her. “Err, did I, um, interrupt something?”

 

“Not at all Hroki dear,” Niyleen said rather seductively. “In fact, how about you join us? May not be enough room on the bed, but the floors are just as soft and just as warm.” She licked her lips and saw Hroki flinch.

“I… I think I need an adult,” Hroki said before hastily gathering their dishes and running out of the room.

 

“I’m a add ult! I tink.” Lucari yelled after her.

Niyleen rushed to close the door and laughed as she leaned against it. “You’re more drunk than Degaine gets. No more story for you, I think it’s time you—”

 

“No! You pwomised afta food mo’ stowy!”

 

“Julianos, why do you test me so,” Niyleen said aloud not too particularly worried about how Lucari would react. She sighed and frowned at her inebriated companion. “Fine. Fine…”

 

“Stowy time!”

 

 

 

Almost a week had passed and I had gotten used to being Eolri’s pet. Unlike the stories, I was treated rather decently, and just as she had said, no one touched me nor did they make any rude looks or remarks aimed towards me. I started to feel a bit special, like the sweet roll that all the kids want, but none of them can get.

 

Lucari: I wyke sweet wolls.

 

Eolri once again lead me up to the workstation area and suddenly turned toward me with her hand out as though she were wielding a weapon. “With your hands behind your back, what do you do if someone were to pull a weapon on you like I have?”

“Uh, die? I mean, die Mistress?”

Eolri rolled her eyes. “Stupid girl. You don’t simply die, you unleash your inner strength and rip him limb from limb.”

 

“But I don’t have any—”

 

“Shut it, and get on the workbench,” Eolri snapped. When I complied she said, “Today I’m going to give you a treat Niyle.”

“A treat, Mistress,” I questioned.

 

“Repeating others makes you looks stupid, but yes a gift. By now you would have normally received some sort of punishment, but since you’ve been so obedient and yet so impressive, I’m treating you, so be thankful.”

 

(I wonder what Mistress Eolri has in store for me?)

 

Lucari: Was it a sweet woll?

 

Niyleen: Haa… I wish.

“Ah you’re here,” Eolri said to someone I couldn’t see. “Come, let’s get started quickly.”

 

Hard footsteps approached until there was an awful looking woman bird thing standing there looking at me keenly. “Hssss, it thisss one has. Precious to the causssse she is.”

 

When I tried to get up, Eolri put her hand out and stayed me. “Don’t worry Niyle. The Mother here is just going to help me with the ritual. Now it is dangerous, but I promise you, we’ll stop if things get out of control.” She looked me in the eyes and her cold eyes oddly soothed me. “Trust me.”

 

(I do) I thought as I laid back down as I was.

“Let us begin, Mother Hagraven.”

 

Eolri and the Hagraven began chanting something in some weird language and before I knew it Eolri was glowing blue and the Hagraven had a pinkish aura. Before I could think about that a blueish aura began to swirl around me as well.

“What’s going on,” I asked but I received only more chanting as an answer. When they changed their cadence the aura dissipated from around me. “Is that i—FUUUCK!!!

 

My skin felt like it was ripping apart and when I looked down at my body, my skin was literally breaking apart. Cracks covered my body, it hurt to move, and it felt as if I moved to quickly I would break apart into millions of pieces.

 

Lucari: I ‘no of some moi-ter-ryza dat can help with cracked skin.

“Owowowowow! M-Mistress! Please stop! I’m sorry, I’m—OWW!!” I wanted to cry, I wanted to run, but instead all the pain suddenly turned to shock when I looked at Eolri and saw the look on her face.

Eolri was smiling. I couldn’t see her mouth but her eyes told me that the bitch was smiling. I thought that this was a treat, that I wouldn’t be punished, but she lied. And this bitch wanted me to trust her? Fucking Forsworn. But at the time, I pleaded and pleaded with her to end this pain or to kill me outright.

 

When I finally thought that I wasn’t going to get a response, Eolri stopped her chanting and said, “This is going to get worse before it gets better. Brace yourself Niyle.”

 

Lucari: Your Mistress… *hic* was a bitch… *hic*

I remember thinking to myself (How could this get any worse?) I wish I hadn’t, because as soon as I did was I engulfed in flames. And at that moment I heard a faint voice laughing at me, mocking me for being too weak.

But it didn’t matter, because at that same moment I let out a screech louder than the one that poor girl I ridiculed did. “EYAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!!!”

 

I don’t remember when I stopped screaming all I remember is that eventually I just couldn’t anymore, and all my tears had been dried up by the flames.

A strange new pain formed behind my eyes and it was nigh unbearable. If I could have screamed I would have, if I could have cried I would have, if I could have runaway I would have. But this stupid ritual was not only torturing me, but it was sapping me of all my strength. If this was a gift, I would have gladly taken Eolri’s worst punishment.

 

Lucari: You herd voices in your ‘ed! Did they *hic* counsel you or understand?

 

Completely drained and defeated, a weight began to bear down on my chest and my eyelids began to get heavy. It felt like death was finally upon me, and I was willing to receive its embrace. Before I could though, I heard Eolri—although faintly—say something to me that sounded like, “The worst is behind you now. The rest is all up to you and your willingness to survive.”

It was faint, but I heard another change in cadence, and then suddenly that pressure on my chest expanded and expanded until it was outside of me and I was surrounded by a ball of light that could be seen throughout the Karthspire and probably beyond.

Everything was white, and for a second I thought I was dead until I saw Eolri and the Hagraven still by my sides chanting away. However I couldn’t hear them, nor could I feel the pain from before. Once again I felt as if I were at death’s door and I was ready to pass through until I heard that voice from before call out to me.

 

Foolish girl, another one you trusted has you crying for death. First your father, now this?

 

(Stop it! Mistress said the pain is behind me, that this is a gift.)

 

And your father said it was a gift when he raped then all but killed you so he could reanimate your corpse and have his way with you. Have you not realized that the Divines have given you a big 'Fuck You' since the day you’ve been born?

 

(N-no, you’re wrong…)

 

Am i? Then why are you here? Why are you being almost dead again? Why has someone you’ve come to love betrayed you again!

 

(YOU’RE WRONG!!!) Whatever inner strength I had, I released it all at once in defiance of the voice.

 

Lucari: You’re not a bergin? Aww…

 

Niyleen: I’m more surprised that you aren’t, but that is NOT the point right now.

I must have blacked out because when I came to I head the whispers of Eolri and the Hagraven discussing something instead of their chanting. The Hagraven seemed angry and Eolri looked like she was trying to calm it, but the more I tried to listen, the further their voices seemed to get.

 

My brain was fuzzy and I began to doze off, but every time I did by the Nine my field of vision went from the skys of the Reach to the Dreamsleeve. I recalled Eolri’s words and realized that I could end it all right then, but then the words of the voice rung through my head, ‘the Divines have given you a big Fuck You since the day you’ve been born’.

 

(If the Divines want me to die, they’ll have to do it themselves.)

 

And so I began my struggle to stay in the mortal plane as my body slowly eroded to the Dreamsleeve.

 

Lucari: Zzz…eh? Wait… Wait wait wait… you died!?!

 

Niyleen: No, but I could have. I could have…

This tug-of-war continued on for hours and obviously since I’m right here telling you this I ended up surviving, although I felt completely drained. All I had to show for all that torture were these glowing glyphs that covered my body.

 

Glancing over toward Eolri, I said with a weak smile, “… do good… Mistress?”

“You did better than good, my pet.”

 

I remember smiling again before passing out from exhaustion.

 

Lucari: Zzz… zzz… zzz…

I woke up after Divines know how long to the sounds of footsteps coming up on me.

“It seems like the Master Ravager’s precious pet has decided to finally grace us meager Forsworn with her presence,” said a familiar angry voice.

 

“Huuuh?” I opened my eyes and saw an inverted Nanae looking down at me with disgust.

 

“I hate you Niy,” she said with disdain. “You showed me up in front of the Mater Ravager, you stole Eolri away from me, and you participated in the Ascension ritual and you’re not even a fellow Forsworn!”

I rolled over on my stomach and said rather groggily, “It’s not like I asked for any of this.”

 

“Oh I know,” Nanae said coolly. “And that’s even more of why I just can’t stand you. You’re probably the type of girl that was given everything she ever wanted then decided to rebel just to spite her parents. A little bitch with daddy issues that was insecure about herself. I’ve seen your type come and go through this came enough times that I know EXACTLY what to do with you.”

 

Niyleen: Oh, by the way, here’s the part you were waiting for… kinda. You better wake up, or I’m going to rush through it.

 

Lucari: Zzz… Niyle’s naked hee hee… zzz… z…

She strapped on a, well, strap-on around her waist and wrestled me over on my back pinning me down. Nanae wasn’t strong by any means, but I was even weaker since I had yet to recover from the ritual.

 

“W-what are you doing,” I said fear showing in my eyes. Despite her being ontop of me, I only felt chills throughout my skin.

Nanae looked into my eyes and the hatred in hers boiled over. “And it wasn’t even a complete Ascension!” She spat in my face before proceeding to answer me. “Isn’t it obvious you little slut? I’m going to train you the same way we train all the little sluts that come through the Karthspire.”

 

Lucari: …

“Please stop!” I cried, but it was no use. With no regards to me, Nanae thrust the strap-on inside of me and began to pound away like a dog in heat. “Oww—!”

“Shut it bitch! Unless you want to die,” Nanae said with a frenzied look on her face.

I didn’t want to comply, but the look on her face told how serious she was, and with me powerless as I was I had no other alternative. So the bitch had her way with me.

 

 

 

After what seemed like hours she finally stopped fucking me but not before saying, “This isn’t over slut. I’m going to train you thoroughly and properly over the next couple of nights and if you say anything to -Eolri, I WILL kill you. Whether it be in this life or the next.”

And so the next night came. Having not yet regained my strength there was nothing I could do when she came to my tent again and trained me, this time in the art of fellatio.

But she didn’t seem very impressed by my skills.

A few nights later, Nanae enlisted the help of two of her Forsworn brethren for some 3P play. It wasn’t… enjoyable and damn was I sore the day afterward.

 

This shit kept going on and on with me being screwed over and over again until three weeks had passed and I was just being passed around like a dirty rag to this big muscular fucker.

Somewhere between me getting fucked and me wondering why in the hell was I still weakened from that ordeal, I think I may have snapped, because somewhere between him pounding me nonstop and him cumming for the first time that something broke inside of me.

 

“…n’t… stop…” I moaned.

 

“What was that slut? Finally had too much,” The Forsworn was haughtily. “Stupid bitch, that’s all we wan—”

 

“Haa… haa… Weylin,” I said weakly. “You… bottom feeding fuck…”

 

“Bitch I’ll kill—”

 

“Don’t stop!” I moaned out of frustration. “Jam your… haa… thick cock… deeper…”

 

That must have set a fire under him because he literally fucked me stupid.

I may have… contributed to his eagerness…

 

As for what happened next—other than being fucked nonstop every night—I don’t remember much else except that one day the entire Karthspire was in flames and I was the only one left alive, or so I thought. From then on I took on the mantle of ‘The Raging Inferno of the Reach’ and have been robbing and evading the guards ever since. So yeah, if I have a thing with against the Forsworn, hopefully you can see why.