Skyrim, Stormcloak prison

Stormcloak Commander: Stop! Who is this bitch?

 

Stormcloak soldier: A Thalmor witch sir, She was hiding in the nearby village. The locals considered her as a healer.

Elynea: I am not a Thalmor. I am not your enemy from the North. I am part of your blood, my father is also a native of Skyrim.

 

Commander: You want me to believe that? Based on the color of your skin and your external features, it is clear that you are a dirty high elf.

Elynea: My mother was, I mainly inherited her genes, but that doesn't make me an enemy.

Stormcloak soldier: What shall we do with her, sir? And if she's telling the truth?

 

Commander: I'll decide who our enemy is.

Hmmm... Take her to one of the cells, we will discuss this matter more later. Magic tap for her so she doesn't surprise us!

 

Later

 

 

Commander: I was thinking. I don't really care if you're actually a Thalmor or not, I just want to have fun tonight.

 

If you're willing, you might be able to get away with one skin and be the soldiers' whore. Your kind don't deserve more than that...

 

But you drink this to begin with... To the last drop, otherwise you'll regret even being born.

 

That's right, it's... Smart little girl...

 

 

How does it feel to be a puppet of the Nords, bitch?

 

I enjoy it!!!

 

Good, very good...

 

Elynea: Miserable worms... I want to resist, but I can't... What did they make me drink?!

 

Stormcloak soldier: Come on bitch, open your delicious little mouth!

 

Don't play the fuckin' virgin, you've been sucking enough dicks...

 

If you dare bite, I'll gut you like a fish!

 

Well, you see, you know what you're doing... really good...

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

You're beautiful! 

 

That's why you deserve more punishment!

 

Commander: Admit that you enjoy it...

 

 

It's in your blood... You're a real whore... 

 

You were the village slut, right?

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Show me how you can do it without any violence...

 

 

Yeeeeees.....

 

 

You have a delicious mouth...!

 

 

 

 

I've never fuck more beautiful elf than you..

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Commander: She will be my personal slave, but make sure she doesn't give birth to any misarable brats while we have her.

 

Elynea: You made a big mistake!

 

Commander: What?! How did you recover?

Soldier: The magic tap doesn't do anything anymore, sir...!

Commander: Guard over here!!!

Elynea: Do you consider yourselves superior?! Sexist scumbags!

 

Elynea: What is happening to me? I can feel the magic coming through... I can't stop it... I don't think I want to...

 

 

Commander: I'M ON FIRE!!! YOU DAMN BITCH!!!!

 

Elynea: You only get what you deserve. You all...

 

 

 

 

Are you fighting for a free Skyrim? You will get it...!

 

You can freely choose in which part of Oblivion the fire of hell will swallow you up!

 

 

 

You racist worms, perish!

 

 

I have never felt this before... My abilities have multiplied... Anger and rage may be the reason, but I am no longer afraid...

 

Until now, I didn't care about the fight of the nords, but I think it's time to intervene. They are no different than those who call themselves Thalmor...

 

To be continued...