I stand looking at the bandit weapon drawn. Circling with him slowly scanning the horizon to make sure he is alone. He doesn’t charge in right away which seems odd, usually they rush right in. Almost like he is sizing me up, but more likely he is just scared. My fame is starting to get around, and many of these would be attackers are getting the message that you don’t want to mess with the dragon born.

 

He carries a 2-handed club like many of them seem to do, they like the power. But it’s a slow weapon, and I’m not that worried. Finally he makes his move coming at me, instead of the usual power attack he starts with a jab right into the center of my shield. It pushes me back a little. I try a swing at him but he parries quite easily and kicks me hard in the stomach. I lose my breath from the kick, and I’m almost unable to get my shield up in time to block the swing of his hammer as it comes around at me. Already off balance the blow staggers me. I take a wild swing at him but he dodges and rolls under my slash attack. I try a back hand swing but he parries that and hooks the head of his hammer on the far side of my wrist as the shaft stops my blade. With a quick twist my sword goes flying.

 

I panic

 

I try to spin around with my shield to slam him but he saw it coming a mile away, and simply catches my shield with his hands. He dropped his hammer to catch my shield? He knows this fight is over… He yanks hard on my shield spinning me with it and I am tossed to the ground as my shield is pulled from my arm.

 

I am face down on the ground now, out of breath, unarmed. It seems like forever as I try to struggle to my feet but it really isn’t but a split second till he is on top of me. At least I managed to get on my back. My hands reach for his face but he catches my wrists and struggles to push my arms down. I am stronger than he expected but not strong enough and I am not winning this arm battle. I thrust up with my knee hoping to catch him off guard… I don’t he was waiting for that. The move allows him to get his knee under my hip and use it to spin me over onto my front. My legs are no longer much use in this but I continue to thrash around with them anyway.

 

He shifts his weight to pin one of my arms under him as he moves to use both his arms against my only free one. I feel my gauntlet pulled off and a metal ring goes around my wrist with a familiar click sound. Suddenly my other arm is free, my excitement quickly fades as I realize he let it get free so he could grab it. Everything I have I put into trying to stop what is coming next but it all comes to nothing as the other gauntlet is pulled from my hand and my heart sinks and I hear…. Click.

 

That moment when you realize your arms are now locked in cuffs and he is free to use his arms for whatever he wants. It takes him no time at all to reposition himself still pinning me down but now facing my legs. I thrash wildly but there is nothing I can do. One by one my legs are caught, and my boots are removed. My legs are now totally bare… naked and kicking. He ties a rope around them, and I’m no longer able to do much more than just beat them up and down against the cold ground.

 

I hear myself shouting at him, threats, “just wait till I get out of this” that sort of thing. He just stands up and looks down on me. I try to roll over but he places his foot on my back stopping me. He kneels down and his hands are now around my head forcing something in my mouth, something metal. As it pulls tight the ring stands up and forces my mouth open wide… painfully.

 

I have no more words, just whimpers. This is the first time I feel the tears start to well up in my eyes. But I fight them off… he’s not going to get the satisfaction. But it is hard to stop the tears, I can’t fight back anymore. My words were my last bit of defiance and now they are gone too, I have no more weapons.

 

I feel the tugs at the straps to my breastplate, and the loose feeling as they are freed. My weapons gone and now my only defense falls away from my body. All that is left is my tunic. A sheer silky bit of cloth between me and what’s next. I hear the dagger come out of the sheath, and wait for the cold feel of the steel on my throat, this is it I think, this is how it ends.

 

But that feeling never arrives as I am rolled over onto my back instead. “Idiot!” I think to myself, this is a long way from over. With one quick pull of the knife my tunic is separated down the front. It’s not long before the tatters of it are pulled free from my body leaving me totally naked laying on the ground before him.

 

 

 

 

He stares at me like he just opened a present on the Winter Solstice Day, and it sickens me to see him and see my body naked before him. So I look away. I look up so I can’t see his face, or glimpse my own naked body. I realize I am crying now, and I try and choke it back. I try to take my mind someplace else, were I am alone and safe. But then with a SMACK! I am back. Away in my mind I hadn’t realized he rolled me onto his lap. But there I am naked over his knee like a little child getting ready to get what is coming to her. Another Smack, I scream in pain and humiliation. My mind can’t take me away from the pain, I am in the here and now. Laying naked over his lap I can tell he likes it when I cry out, and this is not going to be quick. Blow after blow I am reduced to sobbing uncontrollably all dignity all resistance gone.

 

 

 

 

All hope…

 

Gone.

 

 

 

 

I lose track of time, it seems like this is all my life is now, but there is always more. I am on my knees now facing him. He is standing before me this time it isn’t my nakedness I notice… but his. He grabs my head and pushes himself into my mouth. The ring prevents me from stopping him, like I said I have no more weapons. But I force myself to stay limp I’m not going to help get him off he is going to have to do all the work himself. He moves one of his hands to my nose and pinches it shut...

 

 

 

 

I begin to choke from the lack of air. As my throat constricts to gasp it grabs his penis and messages it sporadically. He has done this before, this one knows how to use me to get what he wants. This thought sinks in as he alternates letting me breathe and making me choke on him. I am his plaything, a toy he pushes a button I pleasure him.

 

The hot mess fills my mouth and throat and I choke trying to swallow it, he has plenty for my mouth and more than enough to for my face. Holding my hair he lifts my gaze up to meet his eyes so he can admire his handy work. He releases me and I go limp, I am sobbing as it all fades to black.

 

 

 

 

I don’t know how long I am out… It had to have been a while.

 

It’s still hazy and like a dream but it seems like I am face in the dirt ass in the air on my knees. I can feel him behind me, his hands on my hips. It just happens, no warning, no foreplay, he is in me. Not the hole he is supposed to use either. The smaller dryer one. Skin tears from his size, the pain is unreal. I hear screaming….

 

It’s me.

 

“You weren't expecting that, were you!” he says.

 

 

 

 

The pain is so bad I hardly notice the extra pain of his body slamming against my raw bottom still sore from the spanking… yesterday? Earlier? I don’t even know how long this has been happening to me. I want to pass out but that screaming keeps me awake. My screaming.

 

 

 

 

It all goes black again.

 

I wake up slowly, the dark blurs they turn to bright blurs then turn back to dark ones again.

 

 

 

 

 

 

Finally I hear talking, I don’t understand what they are saying. The blur is bright but not too bright, like fire. A torch I see a torch on the wall to my left. Where am I?

 

I try to move my arm but it won’t budge. I am standing against a wall. My arms pinned to my sides by the walls of my tiny cage. There are more people here, I feel tears welling up again.

 

“No more” I hear myself whimper.

 

One of the blurry figures looks up at me, but they say nothing. My focus begins to return, and I can see now. The others with me aren’t attackers or more rapists. They are prisoners…

 

Just like me.

 

This is a cell.

 

 

 

 

Who is talking? What are they saying? The words are so fast it is hard to tell they are in the common dialect. Finally I recognize a word, and it chills me.

 

“Sold!”

 

I feel myself starting to sob again, and I fight it back. They finally come for me after what seems like an eternity.

 

The voice tells the big man, “She’s finally awake, good. Can’t wait to see the price she fetches! Get her to the block.”

 

The big man opens my cage and slings me over his shoulder like a sack of grain. The block is a stage in a room full of people. Chains hang from the ceiling and I am hung from those chains. It’s not long before I hear that word again.

 

 

 

 

“Sold!”

 

 

 

 

This time I lose the fight, and start sobbing. The blackness that comes is from a hood being placed over my head. No reason to stay awake for now, need my strength.

 

I dream that I am home in Whiterun, in my own bed. The dream is broken by a voice.

 

“You’re awake my thane! Drink something.”

 

I recognize the voice and the face. It’s Lydia! I feel the cool moisture as water soothes my raw throat.

 

“I thought you were dead for sure, but I had a man watching the auction houses just in case. You’re safe now, sleep.”

 

Yes sleep, I don’t want to wake up from this dream.