Greetings!
 

After done a story in Fallout 4 (2023) and Cyberpunk 2077 (2024), for the year 2025, I welcome you in the Skyrim universe! I advise you to take a look at my previous works to know what to expect here. In short, adventures with action and perils and sometimes some sex. In the fetishes area, feet and bdsm mostly.

Now for my Skyrim's journey, you'll be following Lucille, my MC, a 25 years old Breton thief girl who just arrived in Skyrim. I have some ideas regarding her past, her quest and also where adventures should take place! Meet her below!

I use this first prologue part to test SAM (Screen Archery Mod), focusing on the predicaments Lucille has found herself in and will no doubt find herself again! Please drop your thoughts and feedback! 

Well, I guess it didn't work out. I was caught and thrown straight away into Whiterun's prison. Someone must have ratted me out, but no big deal, this was just a setback. Once the guards put me back in a cell, I'll find a way to break out. Unless they keep me hanging here all day long...

After half a day spent chained up in mid-air, the guards locked me in a cell. I was going to be stuck around here for a while... Theft, burglary, assault, and those were just my latest feats in Skyrim. Since I had some time on my hands, I thought of some perilous incidents that have happened to me...

I remember this incident on my native island, when I was caught red-handed stealing from the local general store. Given that it was my first serious misdeed, as punishment, the guards decided to seize both my coins and shoes and lock me in a pillory. Twelve hours trapped in such a posture for everyone else to witness. Maybe it was more than that, given my repeated insults to passing townsfolk...

At dusk, the guards took me off the pillory and threw me into a cage at the back of the fort. I was cramped, with aching arms and still barefoot, but I could admire the sunset and smile at it. And hope the night won't be chilly...

I got caught another time and received a different kind of punishment. On a rainy day, I was forced to walk around the island's cobbled roads with my arms tied to a wooden pole, and in my bare feet to make it even worse. A mounted guard kept an eye on me, laughing at my stumbles on the wet stones.

My forced walk ended in a prison cell where the guards removed my top to expose my breasts. The pole I'd carried all along served another purpose, this time firmly buried in straw. I was tied to it and then gagged. Through the rain and the small dirt paths, I found myself quite filthy, with aching feet. I had to endure this indignity for a little longer...

When the robberies went smoothly, my own partner betrayed me. I was tied up in my sleep and then forced onto my knees, completely naked. I remember the little laugh with the saucy line: “Nothing personal, sweetheart." I'd been played and humiliated, I felt so angry... I used a lot of bad words back at him. 

He got tired of my cursing and decided to gag me with a cloth. Then he looted our last score from the chest before tying my hands and feet together. As a final humbling gesture, he placed me on top of the empty chest in a hogtied position where I was helpless to do anything but watch him walk off into the night...

Back at the prison, I waited until the middle of the night to try to break out of the cell. Steel bars protected an underground network beneath Whiterun. I cast a spell to bend one of the bars and squeeze inside. Unfortunately, I was heard and then seen by one of the female guards making her rounds. 

Well, I guess you could say the plan backfired. For attempted escape and unauthorized use of magic added to my list of crimes, I was tied to a cross in the middle of the prison cells corridor. Furthermore, this allowed the guards to request the local torturer's services, discreetly under the dungeon's gullets. My predicament looked pretty serious... 

A few hours later, the guard took me into the dungeons. She stood at my back, pushing me if I dragged my feet. I was about to fall into the torturer's hands, so he could use whatever he wanted to make me talk.

The female warden shackled me to the wall, my hands squeezed by the device. She told me this was where we parted ways, that the torturer would be taking over in a few minutes. For my sake, I should have ratted on someone, anyone. Instead, I just told the guard to fuck off. Not the brightest idea in such a dire predicament... 

I managed to break free from the machine, twisting my wrist nerves in the process. I wasn't going to be able to use magic for a little while, but I preferred that to rotting here as a torturer's subject. I had to hurry, I didn't have much time to get away from the dungeon.

Above the chamber in which I was restrained, a hole led to an exit, probably the sewers by the smell of them. I wasn't going to be picky about it, especially if I could get the hell out of Whiterun!

I followed the stream to the exit and found myself outside Whiterun's walls, in a shallow canal leading to a river. I was happy to see the sky again, to breathe the fresh morning air. Even though I remained in rags and barefoot, I didn't mind - I felt as light as a swallow! 

The sun covered me with its soothing radiance as I walked towards the West to leave Whiterun hold. I knew I needed to lay low or gather enough gold to pay the bounty on my head here. For that reason, it was best to set off and start the journey all over again. Have you ever heard the saying: quick on your feet, hard to defeat? Judging by my outfit, I certainly proved it!