You want to know about Ethel and I? That's not usually what people here ask me about, but it appears that we have some time, so I'll tell you all right.

 

"Don't you worry Ethel, we'll protect you. Nothing is going to happen to you."

That's what I told her that night when we were discussing together about her traveling with me. Pretty funny when you think about it, no? I remember as if it was yesterday. If she had known... If we both had...

 

Anyways, I better start from the beginning.

So at that time, I had been in Skyrim a few months, had had the time to learn a few spells at the college of Winterhold, and was trying to make a living as a mercenary to pay for my tuition there. I was with Uthgerd, a fierce nord warrior lady I had met earlier who had decided to travel with me, saying that magic and sword would sell well together. Well, I guess if we had both been men that would have been truer. As things were, we had ended up there because we had been paid to chase a stray dog that attacked sheeps. We didn't fight it, actually since animals always had a tendency to like me (maybe my elf ascendancy is that of bosmer), I talked to it, pet it, gave it some food and convinced one of the farmer to take it as his own, not exactly the stuff of legend...

That night Uthgerd and I were staying at the frostfruit inn, yes, that's here, and that is where I met Ethel.

 

 

At first, i was a bit thrown off by her figure. I mean, in Highrock i was considered busty, clearly less in Skyrim, but she was in a league of her own. I expected her to be haughty, or bitchy, but she was actually quite shy, maybe as much as I was which surprised me.

When Uthgerd and I moved to our room, she came and offered us some drinks, thanking us for our hard work (the stray dog, remember?), and then she stayed with us a bit to chat.

 

 

It turned out that she was actually very nice, fun and easy going. She appeared to have a hard time with all the farmers and other patrons of the inn who apparently had a lot of fun joking about her buxom figure and they harassed her often. Uthgerd kept telling her that she ought to stand up for herself, but not having the fiery disposition of my warrior friend, I could relate with her hardships. I don't know how it came into the conversation, but she ended up telling us that she was supposed to go to Whiterun to get some potions from an alchemist there and that she dreaded going with her usual escort: other men from the village because they were harassing her even more when they were on the road. When she told me that she wasn't sure to come back with her virginity from the next business trip, I told her that Uthgerd and I could be her escort that time, that if she was with us, nothing would happen to her. At first Uthgerd wasn't thrilled by the idea, but when Ethel said she'd pay us for the trip, Uthgerd accepted. And when she asked if we'd be able to assure her security,  I boldly reassured her again eventhough I knew only 3 or 4 combat spells and had never really had the occasion yo use them on anything more menacing than a hungry wolf.

 

 

After a while, Uthgerd went to bed and I ended up chatting with Ethel long into the night, trading life snipets and having a girl talk that I never really could have with Uthgerd who would just tell me to stop bothering her whenever we'd talk about anything other than honor or the best way to kill a bandit in case we ever met one.

 

 

we made fun of the men lusting after her, I told her of some choice anecdotes about my mother's clients, making her blush and laugh at the same time... All in all we had a great time and I felt that it was the beginning of a friendship between us. 

Finally she left and I went to bed. However it was pretty hard for me to fall asleep. I kept turning in my bed and after a while, I decided to go outside to pee, my stomach bloated by the mead I had drunk with Ethel and not wanting to wake Uthgerd.

 

 

Outside, the night was actually pretty clear, I could hear the insects chirping, Matter and Secunda were out so it wasn't really dark and I silently went behind the Inn to make water quietly.

As I was peeing, enjoying the cold nip of the air on my naked skin, I heard some whispers not far away, making me suddenly feel self conscious and vulnerable.

 

 

Not wanting to be seen like it, i squeezed my bladder as hard as I dared and redressed quietly, ready to run. However, the whispers didn't seem to get closer, and I started to hear some cloth rustling. Now curious, I stealthily went in the direction of the noises, getting to the angle of the inn's angle to take a peek, expecting to see some villagers kissing or something like that.

However, only one person was there. It was Ethel, as naked as I had been just a few moment before, and whispering to herself as she masturbated under the moons.

 

 

As I stopped there, frozen by surprise, She let go of a book she was holding to use both hands on her voluptuous body.

 

 

Slowly, she went down on her knees, masturbating, moaning softly...

"No... No... Not there... Stop looking at me..." She said.

For a moment I thought that she had seen me, but she kept petting herself without turning towards me and I realized that she was more probably fantasizing about being seen.

 

 

"Ah... A slave... A bandit slave... I am a slave!" she moaned...

She seemed to enjoy herself so much... Myself, I was starting to feel weird.

"No... My obscene breasts... Don't touch them... Oh, stop sucking on them, Oh Gods..."

Still lost in her fantasies, I could see her wildly rubing her fingers between her legs, her huge tits heaving and bouncing.

 

 

"No please... Oh... Please... Oh yes... Take me! I'm your slave! Oh take me! Rape me! I am your slaaaaaave!" she blurted. 

She started shaking, her fingers going in and out of her flower as she orgasmed messily.

 

 

Embarrassed and more than a bit flushed for having seen that, I kept silent while she lay there a while before she dressed herself and left.

It's only after she was gone that I realized she had forgotten her book. Obviously, I knew that I should not look at it, like I shouldn't have peeped on her while she masturbated. Feeling more than a little naughty for it, I went and opened it, reading by the light of the moons above.

 

 

That book was very strange, it looked like a sort of official or administrative form that had to be completed. A form that would be about a slave, or more specifically a sex slave and the state of her training. It said that she had found it after one of those strange group of guards that I had already seen parading bandit girls dressed only in iron chains and weird bondage contraptions, supposedly to rehabilitate them.  In this book, Ethel herself had filled in the blanks... With herself as the slave...

 

 

And the things she had written...

- Guilty pleasure: masturbating hidden, feeling ofwanting to get caught?

Well, i had caught her, but I didn't think that I'd dare tell her that. And considering the many times I had peeped on my mother and her clients, I could hardly blame her...

- Humiliation urge: I can't hold it anymore?

- Acceptance of Slavery: Willing and ready?

By the gods, that was some really heavy stuff, and I was considering Ethel as pure and innocent? I mean, who would fantasize about those kind of things? About being deprived of freedom, having your choices taken from you to be debased, and humiliated, and abused by many burly strong men... Gods, How could these Skyrim nights be so hot? I mean, imagining that, being chained naked in front of men, their dragons cocking their heads like angry beasts, being forced to pleasure them, stroke them, suck them... I... Oh... Oh Gods...

 

 

When... When had I undressed? When had I started petting my flower that had gotten all hot and humid? Oh Mara, Dibella, obviously I wasn't wishing for such a horrible thing to happen to me. It was just a fantasy about being captured, and then undressed, pinned down, ravaged... Having to learn to obey, to please all of my captors... Oh! Ah!

 

 

I couldn't hold the book anymore, I was so hot, so horny, I had to do something about it, and so I did, afraid at any moment that someone would come and see me, afraid but fantasizing about it too... Imangining what they would say to me...

 

 

I couldn't stop, like my fingers had a mind of their own, and my thoughts... To say that they were in the gutter would have been an understatement, so I kept at it, promising myself that it was just for a minute, for another minute, until I realised that dawn was already there.

 

 

By the gods, had I just spent the whole night touching myself? What was wrong with me. Finally able to master my emotions, I hurriedly got dressed and went back to my room, happy that nobody was up already.

 

I must have slept only one or two hours before Uthgerd woke me up.

Obviously, I was not quick enough for her taste and she started complaining one more time about the fact that I was just a spoiled girl who had no discipline, and that my armor was ridiculous and would not stop any hit...

 

 

It was nothing new to be honest and I was quite used about it. Even about my armor, considering that the armorer who gave it to me was a friend of my mother and was more used to do costumes for parties than actual war gear. But it was light, lighter than any other armor I had seen, you could move in it and, let's face it, it was sexy, sexier than what she wore... As a mage it was not like I expected to be in the thick of battle anyway, i'd leave that to her if it ever came to that to use my magic from the back.

So yeah, we had our usual argument and she finally left to go see Ennis, Ethel's ward, about the whereabouts of our escort mission, telling me to get dressed and get to her when I'd be ready.

 

 

Later, as I was getting out of the Frostfruit inn to join Uthgerd, and probably Ethel since I hadn't seen her inside, I was stopped by Hadwe, an old man residing there at the inn.

"Hey lass, fancy meeting you there. Why don't you come see old Hadwe, I have something to tell you. Don't worry I won't bite, except if that's what you want of course."

 

 

It was apparently one of the lecherous men that was constantly pursuing Ethel. Sighing internally, i went to him.

"Hello sir, what can I do for you" I asked.

 

 

"Where are you going, dressed like that? You look like a whore playing dress up. Have you been booked by the local imperial camp to boost morale or are you available?" He asked grinning and checking me out openly.

"What? How dare you?" I said, felling my cheeks brighten up.

"Oh I dare a lot my pretty, that's the benefit of old age. But don't worry your petty little head, I am young enough where it counts, I bet I can make you scream and cream long before I tire."

"Pah, Ethel is right about you. You really are a disgusting old man!"

 

 

At these words he stopped leaning against the wall, getting a bit closer. I was suddenly aware of being alone with him. Wait, I wasn't intimidated by a feeble old man, was I?

"Oh I see, you have been talking with our cow, how do you like her? Sweet little morsel ain't she, and the udders on her! But don't you worry, you might be smaller but you're plenty sexy,  especially when you dress up like that."

"You should stop bothering me. And her also, an innocent girl like her shouldn't have to deal with your filthy comments."

 

 

"Innocent, eh... Well, maybe not so much. But you know that don't you? And you're quite the little closet slut yourself, eh? Well, you sure have found each other, two slatterns playing the good girls." He said, pointing at me.

 

 

"What... What do you mean..." I stammered, losing more and more of my confidence.

"I mean that I know about the book she hides behind the inn, I know what she does, I've seen her many times getting her rocks off. And you know too, and you did it too by the way. Difficult to know which one of you made me harder last night."

By the gods, he had seen me! What a shame. I could picture it in my mind, me there, petting myself, and him somewhere around, hidden, maybe in some bushes, his dragon hardening in his pants, or had he been masturbating too, looking at the naughty half elf?

 

 

Its when he pushed me against the wall, flicking my helmet off and invading my personnal space that I came back to the present, feeling his body pressed against mine.

I knew that I was supposed to react, to do something, Uthgerd would already have had him on the floor spiting his teeth, but I was feeling weak and confused. In my mind I kept hearing him, again and again. He had seen me, seen me naked, seen me moaning and fingering my flower...

"You know girl, I might be an old wolf, but I am still a wolf, and I know a prey when I see one. Believe me girl, you are prey, it's written all over your face. Now, what do you say we take it somewhere more private?"

 

 

Without letting me the time to think or answer, he grabbed me by the shoulders and took me in the back of the Inn. Where I had seen Ethel. Where he had seen me... Not wasting any time, he started groping me from behind. Coming back to my senses, I tried to shake him off, but he overpowered me easily. How was he so strong? Or was I weak?

 

 

Like he had done that hundreds of times already, he undid my armor's strap and freed my breasts, shushing me all along.

"Let... Let me go! Uthgerd will have your head gor that!"

"Maybe, but your girlfriend isn't here now, I am. There girl, there... Don't fuss so much... Nothing to hide there, you might not be the biggest around, hardly, but you're plenty hot!"

 

 

Despite my feeble attempts to shake him off, he managed to undo my hide pants next before taking me down, his hand creeping between my legs as I tried to hold him off.

"Hah, you elven types like to make it feel like you're different from us, but you don't smell like roses down there. No you smell like a bitch in heat!"

"I am... Ah! No elf, you idiot... Ah stop! I am a... Ah! A breton!" I said, still strugling.

"Well, I bet Mama got frisky with some pointy eared fellows then I guess" He said.

 

His fingers finally brushed my flower and i gasped, feeling even weaker than before.

"Damn girl, but you are drenched! You may pretend but you want it as much as I do. I bet that's how you wanted it, eh? You wanted to be seen so that this would happen you slut!"

"No I... Oh... That's not true!"

It wasn't right? Or maybe... Maybe it was. Maybe that was why an old man like him could overpower me so... Because I wanted it?

Did it with an old man before?" He grinned feeling my resistance weakening.

"I... Ah...Please... I've never... Ah... I'm a virgin..." I panted.

"Oh nice, don't you worry. Daddy here will make a woman out of you, maybe even a mommy, who knows?"

 

 

He pushed me to the side, his hand on my ass. My mind was a blur, I felt weak, and hot... Horrified and aroused at the same time. Was I really going to end up losing my virginity there? To this dirty old man? Why did that idea make me feel so horny?

"Now lass, that's better, just let daddy take care of you, now i'll just have to take it out and we'll see how good we can make you..."

"Shanilia? Shanilia where in Oblivion are?" I heard Uthgerd shout, not far away.

Hearing that, Hadwe froze.

"Oh fuck that's bad." He said.

He suddenly let me go and got back up looking around wildly.

"Dress up girl, dress up, or she'll proper eviscerate me!" he said, searching for a place to hide.

 

 

Without thinking, I got up and punched him in the face. I frankly think that I hurt my hand more than his face but that got his attention.

 

 

Furious now that I was no longer about to get raped, I hissed at him.

"You old shit, and why shouldn't I call her and tell her what you did?"

Now it was his turn to stammer:

"Please! Please, She'll kill me and you know it! You don't want that, it was just a bit of fooling around! A nice lady such as yourself would not have someone die because of such a misunderstanding, right? Right? Oh please, by the gods, right?" 

"Shanilia, Are you back there?" I heard Uthgerd ask.

I let the old man squirm a bit, but he was right, she would kill him, and even after what he had  done I still didn't want that.

"Leave me alone uthgerd, I am peeing!" And answere backd to her before she could turn the corner.

Then I turned back to Hadwe.

"Get away from my face, you old rotten skeever. If I see you again, it won't be Uthgerd that'll kill you, I'll burn you alive, you got that? Whenever i am in Rorikstead you better not be there!"

"Sure! Sure! You are most gracious oh merciful lady, bless you!

"Right, go away before I change my mind"

 

 

Finally, when he was out of side and I was dressed back up, I joined Uthgerd in front of the inn who was out there looking suspicious.

"You took a really long time coming back to me, a problem?"

"No, no, my armor is just a bit hard to put back on, you know?"

"Armor my ass, your stupid play armor is useless, I told you before. But I swear I could hear you talking to someone. You weren't back there kissing some boy I hope?"

"What? Of course not!" I said, feeling myself blush. Well, I wasn't was I?

"Right... I don't want to know. Anyway, i am not your mother, but being kissy kissy before a mission is stupid, you know, we have someone to escort and I can't have you day dreaming about a farmer boy's large shoulders."

"Oh Mara, can we go please?"

 

 

Thus, we left Rorikstead, Uthgerd, Ethel and I, to go to Whiterun.