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- Just a small warning, This is what is says in the title... a horror story. Not one of those passive aggressive ones where it is all about the build up... No, this is what I imagine the ultimate fate of a captive in Blackreach would be. You have been warned. - Disclaimer (thanks to thebookdesigner.com ): This is a work of (pure adult) fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.

- The artist known as Janessa - A chill wind follows you in as you stumble your way back into Breezehome. Your robes scorched around the edges from the dragon's fiery breath. A familiar face follows you inside and shuts the door behind her. "You didn't tell me you were going to fight a dragon." she says. The tone of her voice barely masks her frustration. "You would have followed me if I had. Your art is best practiced in the shadows my dear. I could not risk losing you in fight you are ill prepared for." "And so you risked you life without me? If only Lady Azura had sent me a vision of your ill conceived plan!" You walk to your seat besides the hearthfire and you carefully start to remove your robes. The sound of footsteps racing towards you echo through the quiet night and you pause as she hugs you from behind. "Janessa, I'm so sorry. I didn't want to see you hurt. My destiny will forever throw these horrors at me until Alduin is defeated." "I would follow you to the end of the world and into Oblivion itself. I'm not the mere mercenary I used to be." "Can you forgive me? I need you..." "I will make beautiful art for you, milady, my mistress, my love..." Carefully she undresses you in front of the crackling fire. The burns on your face and hands ache, though her gentle touch soothes your pain. As she takes your hand and leads you up the stairs to the bedroom you notice the red ebonite under her armor. After she sits you on the bed she strips and reveals that she is still wearing most of bindings you had put on her these pas few weeks. "You have grown to like them I see." "Without them I do no feel complete. You made me feel whole for the first time." "Do you want the rest?" Before she answered she kneels before me and spread her pussy open with both hands. "Please mistress, I beg of you, make me whole..." You grab the ring on her collar and guide her to the bed. From the end table you pull the remainder of her restraints. She eagerly accepts the blindfold and her greedy mouth begs for her gag. When the harness locks around her head you lean in and bite her upper lip. You catch her tongue through the ring-gag and hold it for a moment which makes her wince. Once her arms are securely locked away in her armbinder you lay her down on the bed and admire your prized Dunmer doll. She's squirming in her bonds, but she's enjoying herself beyond mere words right now. You press your body against hers and whisper in her ear: "I hear Dunmer juice is best served after midnight. Call me selfish, but I'm not going to let you cum until then. I want my delicious juice..." Ignoring her increased struggling you turn around and settle down on top of her. While pressing your cooch against her open mouth, you lift up her bottom and eagerly start digging into her. You forget the pain from your burns for today as you play with the helpless warm body beneath you. Her night will be long and trying... This might have been the best mercenary you have ever hired. - The End - Disclaimer (thanks to thebookdesigner.com ): This is a work of (pure adult) fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.

Alex seemed like a busy man. I had read on the forums that he'd only recently joined the group that was organizing the slave-market. So it didn't strike me as surprising that he was the one doing most of the running around. Eventually he had brought over two dozen slaves. Thirteen of whom I ended up sharing the holding pen with. On one trip, Alex had helped me put my armbinder back on. I was grateful for this as it raised my immersion a bit, but it also had a 'fun' side-effect. Standing with my arms out of the way like that in an enclosed space with other naked slaves made me an obvious target for what I'd call an Alpha slave. Nine didn't introduce herself... She just started pinching my nipples. Either unaware of the One Rule or simply ignoring it, she also started squeezing my sack. Thankfully I had recovered from Astrid's 'tender care', but this girl was being mean to me... When she eventually went down on me it felt like I was going to be eaten alive. I had never had a woman play with my manhood with her teeth. I think the fear hurt me most... A collar can be a very liberating device to some people. They have an excuse to act on their fetishes and perversions... Nine wanted to play a dominant slut... Astrid had other ideas though... With a yank on Nine's collar she pulls her from me and drags her out of the holding pen. Astrid and Nine disappear from the holding area, which is enclosed with black screens. I was grateful for being freed from 'Nine of bites' to be honest... I spent some time getting to know some of the slave and listening to their motivation. Most were here with a Master and were here for some Roleplay. One couple took turns at being a guest and being merchandise. The thrill of possibly ending up with someone else for the day had nested firmly in their relationship. Among the crowd in the pen was number Ten, a guy that shied away from the rest of us until I decided to introduce myself. "Hi, are you enjoying yourself? I'm Numenor, what's your name?" "Hi. I'm Koh. I think I may have jumped in the deep end too soon..." "What makes you say that? Are these perhaps your first steps into our wonderful little world?" "Well... Yes..." "What did you fill in on your application? I can't imagine they won't take your wishes into consideration." "I didn't fill in much. I hadn't even heard of or considered most of what was on the list..." "Cheer up, mate. There are a couple of really good Doms and Dommes on the guest list. I've met a bunch of them on other occasions. Look at the guys in the cage. See the one with the blindfold and posture collar?" "That what? What is a posture collar?" "A collar that keeps your head in the same place, more or less..." "Ah... Yes." "That's Pete, he's a friend of mine. He is here with his wife. She's a professional Domme. She's adapt at introducing new people, like you, to BDSM. Maybe she'll buy you at the auction. You never know." "Is that... Is that a... Through his..." "Yes... Pete has a piercing fetish..." "Oh... doesn't that... you know..." "Look at it this way, It is a clear message, right?" Pete has piercings just about anywhere, but he has one very special one. Two centimeters into his urethra he has a hole and currently hooked through this hole is a padlock... As far as chastity goes, this is probably one of the most extreme expressions of 'Mine'. "What have I gotten myself into?!" Koh sighed. "Bondage, exhibitionism and submission to name a few of the basic fetishes... Are you a straight man Koh? Or do you suck dick?" He looked startled for a moment, which made me laugh. "I like everyone, Koh, I have no preferences. I like being what someone forces me to be to be honest. I'm a real masochist though, so sex is a bonus for me..." "I... I'm not sure what I like yet..." "Then you have so much to explore still! Who knows... You might end up like Pete..." A smile grew on Koh's face. "I don't think I'm ready to find out about that Nume." "I'll introduce you to him and his wife at the after-party. They are good people." "I'd like that... Thanks." To be continued... Disclaimer (thanks to thebookdesigner.com ): This is a work of adult fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.

Guards are easily persuaded to look the other way. Irileth isn't a mere guard... Irileth is the House Carl of Dragonsreach Keep, the personal bodyguard and right hand of the Jarl. I don't know it it is her Dunmer origin, but she is the kind of woman that prefers introductions at swordarm's length... With a sword drawn... A very sharp sword... While she held her immaculate blade perfectly aligned with my throat she asked me who I was. Had it been anyone else I would have asked; "Don't you know who I am?", but I like my head attached to my body... Truthfully, even Paarthurnax's first appearance hadn't shaken me quite like Irileth... Who ever thought of restricting entry to Dragonsreach certainly put the right person in charge of enforcing it. When I mentioned my name Irileth sheathed her blade. "So you are the one that lifted the Jarl's spirit. I welcome you to Dragonsreach Keep, but be warned stranger... Assassins do not end up in the dungeon... They end op on a pyre with a sword wound through their heart." So... Dinner for two with Balgruuf, the Jarl. While I hadn't eaten this well in... Forever... I found myself distracted. The conversation was pleasant, or as near as you can get with the civil war weighing down the mood rather heavily. Pleasantries aside... Before me sat a different man than I had met yesterday, but even with the renewed spark in his eyes I felt sadness in his voice. "When did you lose her?" I asked, a bit harsh and a bit upfront, but I always found people liked to open up to me. He looked hurt. "Why would you ask?" He replied. "Because, you have the same look in your eyes as my uncle after my aunt died." Balgruuf sat motionless for a moment and sighed. "Four-hundred and twenty-nine days ago. Neither by sword nor assassin's blade. Her heart just stopped. The only consolation is that she didn't suffer." "So Four-hundred and twenty-nine days to the day... And let me guess, you have yet to find someone patch the hole in your heart." "When you spoke courage and wisdom you moved me." He replied "I'm sorry my Jarl, but my heart belongs to another." I told him and stood up from the table. He might have though I was leaving, but I surprised him when I dropped my skirt and unveiled my chastity belt... My guardian... "As you can see, I am very serious about that commitment." He took a moment to get a good look. The wicked girl inside of me had all sorts of nice suggestions, but this was a Jarl... Not some stable-hand in fuck-town nowhere's-ville... Also, Irileth... With slightly less than elegant motion I propped myself up on the table in front of him. "It was crafted for me when town started getting raided more often and my fiancée has the keys." "May I?" Balgruuf asked, raising a hand. "Go ahead, I wouldn't want to be accused of being a tease." I answered, slightly coy... Balgruuf had a good grope for a while. His hands were particularly strong... "You do not strike me as man who would want an other wife though." I said when I dismounted the table and picked up my skirt off the floor. "Are you looking for a mistress or a concubine? Or are you just looking for companionship and casual sex?" "I... You read me well... For my children there will never be a true mother. A man does long for companionship though. I could have bought a slave at any time for sex, but it isn't what I'm looking for." If you looked inside my head during the moment he finished speaking... You would have seen a torch igniting. "Would you have room in your court for a servant? A woman who likes being tied up and restrained. Someone who likes to surrender herself to you by her own free will. A lady during the day, a submissive by night..." "I suppose you would know such a woman." Balgruuf replied, mocking my idea slightly. "I know a maiden... You'd be saving her from a dreary life and an abusive step-brother. She is interested and eager to learn bondage with a good man, but she hasn't come across any. You could sweep her off her feet..." "I would have to meet her first, but your proposal sounds reasonable. My lonely heart does beat faster at the idea of being whole once more." "Would Hrongar be willing to deliver a message to her by carriage? I'm sure she'll come here if I write her a letter." "Yes, but why Hrongar?" "He looked bored out of his skull back at the Bannered Mare Inn. This would be a nice quest for him and a safety measure for my acquaintance." "I can have him ready the day after tomorrow." "I'll write the letter tomorrow then, rest assured... You won't be disappointed." That said I took my leave and wandered towards the Bannered Mare Inn. Today had been another day of helping love and repairing hearts... Disclaimer (thanks to thebookdesigner.com ): This is a work of (pure adult) fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.

Dear Diary, Forget the Daedra... They are not plotting against me as much as the divines themselves... Mara in particular these past few days... It started with 'Hello', as it always does. Adrianne Avenicci is a feisty Imperial woman. She is married to Ulfberth War-Bear and this is where I started to suspect Mara having a jab at recruiting me for her cause... As the Goddess of love, she is probably incensed with me for keeping Hadmir on a leash this long... Lady, I love him in my own way! Anyway... Adrianne and Ulfbreth seemed to have little fire between them the day I walked in to Warmaiden's. Sure, they were intent on selling me their wares, but by the setting of the sun they went their separate ways until nightfall was but a memory. They might still sleep in the same bed, but I didn't really feel the love in the air. I spent most of the first day tending the smelter and brewing a batch of Corundum metal, a tedious task at best. I can now shovel charcoal like the heroes of old though... The next day, Yesterday, Adrianne had set up a batch of steel composite, which apparently turned out very nice by the end of the day. It earned me the 'patience' award from her and I felt she was warming to me... It might have been the smelter messing with my head though. Adrianne invited me to her house when the day drew to a close. Ulfbreth was nowhere to be found. I guessed she just enjoyed my company, so we spent the evening talking... Childhoods, current events, aspirations, hearts desires... She wanted to become a swordsmith for as long as she could stand on her feet. Her father was apparently the Steward to Whiterun, an important and prestigious position. Ulfbreth returned before midnight and I said my goodbyes for the night. Adrianne seemed a bit sad at me leaving, but I didn't think much of it at the time. Ulfbreth looked... Well... Not exactly drunk, but Nords tend to weather brew well... When I returned to the inn, I sat down at Hulda's bar beside a Nord man with long, fair hair and a man with short hair. Both looked surprised when I ordered three tankards of Nord Mead. Hulda placed them in front of me first, but I waved two towards the pair sitting beside me. "Two for the pair of long faces, just one for me Hulda." I said and collapsed on the counter. "Why you..." The short haired mountain of a man said, but he was silenced by his companion. "Hrongar, there is no need to be offended. This young lady is right. We are bringing down the mood somewhat." He gestured towards the rest of the inn. Everyone was unusually quiet for a normal evening. Even that lecher of bard seemed out of songs at that moment. "So, what brings you to Whiterun stranger?" The long haired man asked. I told him I was traveling back home, to Hjaalmarch Hold. When he asked where I had been I told him I had been on a pilgrimage to High Hrothgar. I wasn't far off to be honest... "Ah, the seven thousand steps. I have also made that journey. High Hrothgar was like another world back then, probably even more so now. Did you know the Dragonborn discovered his gift here in Whiterun?" "The Dragonborn? You knew him?" "I know the Dragonborn, yes. You speak of him as if you know more of his fate though." "I heard he defeated Alduin and that he hasn't returned to the Greybeards yet." The man raised his eyebrow. "And where have you heard that? If I may ask." "I spoke to the Greybeards..." "Did you now? Then they have started teaching the way of the voice again? Do they accept students again?" "I don't know. They did say these troubled times require wisdom..." I said and raised my tankard and shouted "Here is to the wise! Here is to the brave! To Skyrim!" Words are the fuel. They fuel the spirit of man... All those present at the inn simultaneously raised their drink to Skyrim at my shout... "Your words could inspire a battalion, nay, a legion... Yes, Skyrim will endure. Thank you, friend, for raising our spirits. I would be honored if you would join us for dinner tomorrow evening." "Sure thing. I'm probably going to be spent after another day at the smeltery, so don't expect great feats of inspiration, alright?" I said and extended my hand. "The name is Thermis. Nice to make your acquaintance." The man accepted my hand and shook it with a fair grip. "The pleasure is all mine, Thermis, My name is Balgruuf the Greater. I am the Jarl of Whiterun Hold." So there I was... exchanging pleasantries with the Jarl... Though I suspected I'd trump his surprise by quite a margin the following day... To my surprise, Adrianne didn't have me tend the smeltery today. Instead, she told me to help her around the house for the day. Ulfberth was busy sharpening a dozen swords... It felt like a set up from the moment I set foot in the shop, but curious... Adrianne contrieved a reason for me to follow her upstairs... Gods what is it with all the lonely hearts! Ulfberth, man the fuck up! I guess she was relieved when I grabbed her from behind and pressed her against the wall. Under her shallow breath she stammered; "Please... please..." "Please what?" I asked and felt her squirm around my fingers which were making their way towards her crotch. The what soon became clear when I failed to slip my fingers into her... Where there should have been a welcoming opening, I felt a series of rings and something that felt like familiar and infuriating... a lock... In a swift move I dragged her over to their bed and dumped her onto it. Her skirt was off in mere moments. Before me lay a woman with pierced labia... the piercings had been used to lock her entrance away. She looked sad about my reaction. "Why? Who? When?" I asked her and she turned her head away from me. "Slavers kidnapped me when I was traveling. Ulfbreth came and killed them, but they had already mutilated me like this." She looked like she could break down in tears at any moment, but I picked her up from the bed and hugged her, to her surprise. I backed off a pace and dropped my cloak, revealing the collar I had been hiding for nearly two weeks. "Bandits... I was taken during a raid on my home some time ago. I don't know how long I have been away, but It has been quite a journey." I told her and she hugged me tight. "I was going to ask you to remove this in exchange for a bit of labor. But you are in luck... If you have the lockpicks I can try and rid you of that lock." Before I knew what was happening she had run off and returned with two dozen lockpicks... "So this whole cold marriage thing is because of this blasted lock?" I asked while probing the lock." "Ulfbreth never talks about it, but he's crying on the inside. He blames himself for not being there when I needed him most. He is wrong though... He was there when it mattered... But try telling that to a stubborn Nord." Adrianne responds and quickly covers her mouth. "Keep it up lady and I'll stuff that soulgem you keep under your pillow where the sun doesn't shine..." I said in an attempt at levity. "I wish you could..." Adrianne responded to my surprise. "If only I could properly reward Ulfbreth for saving me, but allas... He is too big for my... other hole... and my mouth for that matter..." With an audible click the lock released, breaking the seal on Adrianne's life. Tear sprang from her eyes and she is about to start crying me a river, but I pressed a finger to her lips. "Wait here a moment... I'll be right back... Hold that thought!" I told her and rushed downstairs. Outside, I dragged Ulfbreth from the grindstone and pushed him inside the shop. He looked rather befuddled at me until I pointed upstairs and said "Go. Now!" Sheepishly he followed my instruction while I locked the door to the shop. When I arrived upstairs both Adri and Ulf were in tears... Hugging and kissing and crying... "I'll show myself out" I thought to myself and went back downstairs, exiting through the backdoor. "Another couple fixed... Seriously Mara... I don't remember signing up for this..." I mutter to myself when I take a seat under the Gildergreen, one of Kyne's blessed trees and the main reason pilgrims come to Whiterun. A priest of Talos is preaching nearby, but I care not... Nobody seems to care... Before me a couple argues about some old sword while I write this... I'll have to put them on my To-Do-list or I fear I might be in for some divine retribution... Anyway... Dinner at Dragonsreach tonight... I wonder if either Balgruuf or Hrongar needs fixing... I've got my eye on you Mara... Disclaimer (thanks to thebookdesigner.com ): This is a work of (pure adult) fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.

I turn to the girls in the holding pen. "Hi, I'm Numenor. Nice to meet you." I say with an inviting smile in the hopes a pleasant conversation to which Seventeen responds; "Hello Nume, I'm Dannika and this is..." "Rachel" Twelves cuts in and points at me... "Cover yourself up! Do you really have to wave that around all the time?" I give her a bemused look. "Cover myself how? I don't really have any choice in the matter, do I?" She looks insulted and rushes over to me. Carefully avoiding my front, she tugs on my arm and spins me around. "I'll take the armbinder off so you can cover up yourself!" She says and starts releasing the straps. I protest, but I'm not exactly able to resist her and keep my balance at the same time... "And what do you think you are doing? Twelve." A sharp voice says. Twelve stops and we turn to look at the source of the command. At the gate stands an imposing figure; A woman dressed in blue, camo pants. She has her long hair tied in a single braid and she covers her eyes with aviator sunglasses. She doesn't have a top on, but her ample breast are covered with a special forces double tool-belt. In her hand is a crop I recognize as a nasty piece of work. It has a very fine tip, which signifies sharp pain to me. "No touching other merchandise, Twelve." She says and grabs Twelve by the arm. "I'll give you a swift lesson in obedience, step outside..." She attempts to drag Twelve out of the pen, but I intervene. "You are in the way Five... I don't appreciate that..." She sneers and releases Twelve. "Pardon me Ma'am, but It was my fault. I interrupted master Alex before he could tell them the rules. I take responsibility for failing to follow the rule." "Is that so? Well... You're going to regret that in a moment... Twenty lashes should adjust your obedience sufficiently. Twelve, take off his armbinder." "Ma'am..." Twelve says and continues where she stopped. "Now, Stand out here in the open for Mistress Astrid... Hands behind your head." I raise my hands and before I can steel my mind she hits my bottom. It feels like I'm being stabbed... It makes me flinch. "Any more more movement from you and I'll add ten more..." She says and hits me two more times. Every other strike I feel like flinching, but she takes it slowly. After a total of nineteen strikes she grabs me by the arm and leads me back into the holding pen. "Spread your legs and keep your hands on your head until I am gone." The moment of silence is broken by her crop hitting my testes, which knocks the wind from my lungs... I endure it however... Twelve and Seventeen stand by the spectacle and just watch... Astrid twists my right nipple for good measure and saunters out of the pen. When she is gone tears roll from my eyes and I drop to the floor, cradling my sack... Seventeen is the first to speak. "How was it?" She asks. "I think she held back..." I respond and raise myself to a seated position. "One rule; No touching the merchandise... Alex forgot to tell you that, because of me. Sorry." "See Rachel... Not all men are bad." She says to Twelve, who seems very interested in the red marks on my back. "I am a bit selfish though." I say while covering myself a bit. "I wanted to find out what the punishment was. Apart from the last hit, she was very nice... If you are partial to pain, she provided a nice pallet." "So? What is your passion, Miss Dannika Seventeen?" I ask. Dannika smiles. "We are here for rope bondage and suspension, but I also love forced orgasms. Rachel is interested in pain, but not with men..." Rachel sits down next to Dannika and looks me in the eyes with a rather guilty look on her face. "I'm sorry you got hit for my mistake... Numenor was it?" "Don't be. I'm a masochist, it is what I like... And from a bombshell like Astrid, please..." I say with a big smile. "Is this better by the way?" I ask and reveal my sore manhood. "Yeah, sorry... I just don't like having to look at it..." "Are you here with anyone Nume?" Dannika asks. "No, I'm here by myself. I haven't found anyone yet, so I'm participating in these kinds of events to get to know people... And maybe meet someone... You know..." I reply and straighten my back. "A woman that can accept the fact that I have a few special needs... Hell, I'd probably go with a man if he makes me feel right... I'm not picky really. So... Are you two a couple?" Rachel blushes and Dannika laughs. "Rachel would like that, wouldn't you?" Dannika says and Rachel buries her face in her hands. "I like girls, but I'm not opposed to men." Dannika continues. "We are sex friends for now... She gives head like no other..." Rachel looked like she was about to fall through the floor... Meanwhile, Alex had brought a few more slaves and this time they were locked in the cage. Three guys and two girls. All of them bound much tighter than me when I still had the armbinder on. Alex didn't remove their gags, so they really were in for the reluctant act. Good thing I chose the obedient role... At least now I get to talk to people... To be continued... Disclaimer (thanks to thebookdesigner.com ): This is a work of adult fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.

The 'hooves' under my boots clatter on the concrete flooring, announcing my presence well in advance. Alex leads me from the locker room into a large open hall. To the right are a few cages and holding pens and to the left are a couple of porta-cabins. A couple of strategic space heaters keep the hall at a decent temperature, good enough to be walking around naked comfortably. With a tug on the lead, Alex directs me to the porta-cabins. "I'll drop you off at Dina's, she handles the new arrivals. I'll be inducting the next slave while you are getting the once-over, but I'll be back shortly." He says as we near our destination. The door to one of the porta-cabins opens and a girl exits. She two is bound and gagged. Alex grabs her by the collar and pulls her closer. "Five, meet Four. She's a first timer as well." Alex says. The girl bows her head slightly and I nod to her in respect. "You can get to know each other in the pens in a bit." The girl, Four, blushes a bit and turns away. A slap on her rear announces Dina's presence. "There are two new ones waiting by the entrance." Dina says to Alex. "I'll leave Four here for now and pick both of them up when I get back." Alex says and turns to Four. "You get to watch Five's inspection." That said, Alex turns and leaves. My attention is drawn by a firm grip on my testes... "Hello sweetheart, Come in and have a seat..." I manage a muffled gasp as she leads me by the balls... The seating available to me is a gynecologists chair. Dina removes my armbinder, sits me down and raises my legs in the stirrups. "Just a quick feel and a bit of a rinse according to your profile..." She says while putting on a pair of elbow-length latex gloves. "You won't mind if I spread you open a bit, right?" She teases and picks up a speculum from a tool-cart. The cold metal speculum brushes against my sphincter and my response is rather obvious... I flinch as Dina slaps my erection rather forcefully. "Down boy... Mommy is busy..." I can see Four standing in a corner of the room with her hands bound in front of her. By the looks of things, she is having a bit of fun on her own... Not fair! The speculum goes in unimpeded and Dina gives me a satisfied and playful look. "Looks like this little one is too easy for you... I'll let you have his bigger brother instead." She says with a rather wicked smile on her. She quickly replaces the speculum with another cold metal instrument... This time it is a spring loaded spreader... Another slap punishes my growing excitement. "I'm going to have to make a note in your profile, Five. Next time, bring a chastity device." "Four, do you want to see a trick?" Dina asks Four, who looks inquisitive and nods. Dine then pushes her hand inside of me and presses down on my prostate. Needless to say that this only added predicament and it earned me another slap in the balls... At least Four seemed amused... After a bit of probing and another few hard slaps to the groin, Dina pulls out and rinses her hands in a nearby washing basin. She snap her fingers and beckons me into a tiled room with a drain in the middle. Quick as I'm able, I dismount the chair and take my designated place. "Now, hands on the wall and don't spill a drop before I say you can release..." That said I feel a very much above average nozzle pushing its way into me... The sound of water flowing and the sensation of filling up don't really help my erection, but at least now Dina can't hit me in the testes... When she withdraws the nozzle, Dina makes me wait an agonizing minute before she allows me to release into a white bucket. Dina bends me over further and says; "Hold still while I make you smell a bit sweeter." She covers her hand in an oily lube and roughly opens me up again. The other hand grabbed me by the nuts once more. "You look like you are easy to milk, Five... Maybe I'll place a bit for you as well..." She says before ruining my excitement with a tight squeeze. After re-equipping my armbinder Dina leads me and Four outside. "Wait here, Alex will be back in a bit." she says and closes the door behind her. For the moment Four and I are alone. At first she attempts to cover herself up, but with her hands bound that effort is in vain. I squat and struggle against my armbinder. If anything, it seems to fascinate her... She has a cute red ball-gag in her mouth, it matches her red hair... Before too long Alex comes over with two more slaves... Numbers twelve and seventeen, both female, both bound just like Four. Twelve hides behind Seventeen when she nears me. She's either just terribly shy or not charmed by my flaccid member. 'Sorry miss, but I can't hide it with my arms like this' I think to myself. Dina emerges to take the girls inside and Twelve seems to lighten up a bit... Must be a woman's girl... Alex grabs out leads and guides us towards the cages and pens. "I checked your profiles. You are both listed as obedient, so you won't be going into the cage." Alex opens the gate to the holding pen. "Come here Five, I'll take your gag off for now." He says and frees my speech. He hangs by the gate and turns to Four to free her from her gag as well. "It is still early and most of the guests haven't yet arrived, so you get to talk to each other for a bit." He says and dons a stern look. "One rule; No touching the other merchandise. comprendé?" Both Four and me nod silently. "Good, there is clean water in the trough to your left, but I'm afraid room-service is out of the question. Any questions?" Alex asks, his stern tone gone like snow on a sunny day... "Who enforces the one rule?" I ask. "Astrid should be around here somewhere. To be fair, it is more of a courtesy to the other slaves on your part. You'd probably enjoy the punishment and you'd probably make Astrid's morning a bit more fun. Just be considerate of the others, OK, Five?" "Yes sir." "I'll be back shortly." Alex says and exits the holding pen. He locks the gate behind him. As elegant as I can manage I take a seat on one of the blankets that cover the floor. Four sits down opposite me and asks; "Are you Thespian1990 from the forum?" "No, I go by Numenor on there. I'd shake your hand, but I guess I'll bow my head instead." I respond." "Yeah, you look good in that though. I'm Flora, nice to meet you Numenor." "Like wise. Are you here with someone?" "No. I'm here on my own. I talked to Thespian on the forums and he talked me into going. I signed up as a servant, but from the looks of things you signed up for a bit more." "Well I signed up as anything except servant. I'll tell you, Dina is my kind of woman..." Flora laughs and points to me. "Your friend agrees." I look down... She's pointing at my boner... "Why boner?! Stahp!" Flora laughs heartily... Alex returns to lead Twelve and Seventeen into the pen. When he is removing their gags I stand up and walk over to them. "Sir, is there a slave named Thespian list of participants?" I ask Alex. "Hmm... I'll have a look... No there is no slave by that name, but there is a guest with that name upstairs. Is there something wrong?" "Wasn't there something in the rules that servants should be in chastity?" "Yes, but you didn't sign up as a servant..." "Isn't Four supposed to be wearing a belt then?" "But she isn't enrolled as a servant... What is this all about?" I turn to Flora and ask her; "Did you enroll yourself? Or did Thespian enroll you?" "He said he'd enroll me as a servant." Flora says and joins Alex and me at the gate. Alex sighs in exasperation. "Every time... Right, I'll change your enrollment, I think Dina could use a servant. Are you some kind of detective Five?" "No, I just have a good memory... It struck me as odd to see Four without a belt." "I'll have to keep an eye on Thespian I guess. Thanks for making my job that bit more 'fun'." Alex says with a very sarcastic look on his face. Alex grabs Flora's gag and leads her back to the porta-cabins. So there I am... I think I made two friends already... Also... Why is Twelve still hiding behind Seventeen... I'm not that scary! To be continued... Disclaimer (thanks to thebookdesigner.com ): This is a work of adult fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.

"Next!" the woman at the door says and beckons me to approach. "Your invitation and name please." She says in a rather commanding tone. "Here you go, Nume is the name you'll be checking for." She checks the list on her tablet. "Lets see, this seems to be in order... Numenor... Ah yes, single, sub... Is this your first time here?" She asks. "This is indeed my first time here, yes." The woman swipes the list away and types something on her tablet. "Right, go through the door, down the hallway and wait by the black door on the left. It has a descending stairs symbol on it. Your appointed guardian will join you shortly." She says gestures me to proceed. "Thanks." As I walk down the hallway I hear what can only be described as a busy crowd through a door to my left. It is not for me to enter there though. Half-way through the hallway is the black door with the correct symbol on it. As I wait for my contact to appear I notice a few people entering the door to the busy crowd. One of them gives me a glance, but she doesn't linger or approach me. It isn't long before someone meets me at the door. He extends his hand... His grasp is firm, mine is not... "Numenor right? I'm Alex. I'll be your guardian for today. I hope you are better rested than I am." He says with a smile. I nod and ask him what ails him. "Oh, you know, too many energy drinks, too little to eat... We put a lot of effort in organizing today you know... I hope everyone likes it." He seemed to be riding his caffeine high while it still lasted... I had slept well, but the early bird in me had woken me up rather early. "Right, follow me and I'll show you the changing room." He says and leads me through the door, down two flights of stairs, into a large room. Lockers line one of the walls of the changing room, but for the most part it was just what your average changing room looks like. Benches and lockers to the left, showers and a toilet to the right, exit straight ahead... He grabs his tablet and opens my profile. "Just some questions before we start, just answer yes or no..." "Have you cleaned yourself on the inside?" "Yes." "Are you medically healthy?" "Yes." "Have you got any reservations other than what you filled out on your application?" "No." "Are you alright with your appointed guardian?" "Well..." He looks at me and sighs at my mischievous grin. "Keep up that attitude and you'll wish you felt as good as me right now..." "Yes sir." I reply. He just sighs in response. "You have your laugh while you can, Numy... Now... I take it your gear in in your bag. Were you able to bring the restraints on the list?" "Yes." "Good, we've had two others who had a few pieces missing." "The information said that I didn't have to bring a collar, so do you have one for me?" I asked and watched as a devious grin grew on Alex's face. "I'll take that as a yes..." "The idea is that, when everyone has the same collar, you all look uniform. Well... as much as possible. I'll go grab it when you are done changing." He says and shows me to the benches. "Now then... Quick as you like..." he says and slaps me on the bottom. I slip out of my clothes and stow them in one of the lockers under the watchful eyes of my guardian. I pull my apparel from my bag and lay them out on the bench. A pair of pony boots, four leather shackles with padlocks, an armbinder and bit-gag with head-harness. Alex picks up one of the boots and examines it. "I read you had a something special on your profile, Where did you get these?" "Internet, where else. They were hand crafted in Italy for me." "Nice... Oh look, they even have horseshoes underneath." "I'd let you try them, but I guess you are more of a 'giving' kind of guy, right?" "Yeah, but I get to have fun in other ways... I'll help you with the armbinder and gag." "I thought you would..." I smirk. When I finish changing and lock my restraints on my wrists and ankles Alex presents me a stainless steel collar with a label dangling from a ring on the front. The number five is engraved on it in black. "Right, now kneel and I'll do the collar and gag." Alex says and I comply. He locks the collar around my neck and picks up the gag. "Nice details by the way, Numy. This will match really well with the boots." "Before I forget; I have reins to go with the gag. Could you use that instead of a lead?" I ask. "I'll attach them, but the lead stays I'm afraid." "Thanks." "Hey, before I lock this gag... What do you want your safeword to be? Some of the events we have planned for today will require them. I'll make sure to remove the gag beforehand." "I'd like my safeword to be; 'would you kindly'." "Ha, classy... Are you ready then?" "Yes sir." Alex locks the gag harness around my head, depriving me of speech for a while. The armbinder is quickly fitted and Alex makes sure to attach the reins and finally the lead. "Alright, that is you all done. Before the auction you will have two place to visit... First of all I'll take you to be examined, though we might need to get a vet for you... Second we'll go to the display hall. There, guests will browse the available goods and get an idea of what to bid on. By the looks of you, you'll probably fetch a pretty penny under the hammer." "hm hohhn howaht ho he" I manage to murmur with the gag spoiling my efforts. "Good. Now let's go see the nurse... No matter how good you clean a slave, they always seem to gather more dirt. She'll give you another good, thorough rinse." A tug on the lead signaled the start of the rest of the day... Oh, happy day... To be continued... Disclaimer (thanks to thebookdesigner.com ): This is a work of adult fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.

Note: This story has absolutely nothing to do with the story, I just feel like writing today... The room was furnished to an absolute minimum. A table with two chairs and light hanging from the ceiling. The incandescent bulb was worn and hardly produced enough light to read the paper in front of me. Seated opposite me was a man in a black suit with a blood red tie. From his breast-pocket he produced a pen and placed it next to the paper. "Have you read and understood what this says?" He asks and adds; "This is not some average End User License Agreement. The experiment will run for a maximum of two months and there will always be a neutral observer. Signing this will give them custody of you until the contract expires." I nod. I have read the document, I have met the observer and I know the procedures well enough... I pick up the pen and sign on three dotted lines; one for my name, one for my signature and one for my safeword... The moment I put the pen down the man takes it and the signed paper from the table and stands up. Without a word he leaves the room through the door behind me. I hear it lock. The door in front of me opens and a woman enters the room. She's dressed in a nurse's gown and wears a featureless white mask. She pushes a cart into the room and presents it as if to say; "Go ahead." On the cart are two things; a sack with 'clothes' and a tray with 'belongings' written on them. The nameplate on her uniform says; 'Quick as you like'. "How blunt." I think to myself, but I get the hint... Places to go, people to see... After stripping and depositing my things the nurse leaves me and disappears the way she came. The bulb flickers... Someone needs to fix that... When I turn to return to my chair I notice someone else in the room. A woman in a red dress is standing by the table. She also has a white mask on, but this one does not cover her mouth. With an effortless motion she moves the table and one of the chairs aside, leaving one chair behind. She gestures me to take a seat, which I feel obliged to do. Once I am seated the nurse comes back in with another cart. It has a tray of instruments on it, including, but not limited to; a hollow red ball-gag in a head harness, a stamp, an ink-pad, a set of four iron shackles, an iron collar, a male chastity device and several small locks. The woman walks over to the cart and draws it closer. She then turns to me and says; "My name is 'M'. Your name is 'Five'. You belong to the institute in general, but your body belongs to me. You will not speak. You will bow your head when spoken to. You will be restrained all the time." She takes a sleek riding crop from the cart, walks closer and asks; "Is that clear?" "Yes Miss." I respond. My first mistake... A sharp sting shoots from my bottom to my brain as her crop introduces itself. "Wrong answer, Five. Look at me..." Remembering the rules instantly I turn my head towards her, but keep my eyes fixed on the ground. "Good. Now, about reprimands... Failure to follow a rule is a strike. Failure to follow two rules is three strikes. Failure to answer gets you four strikes. Do I need to continue?" "I understand Miss." I respond, followed by a swift strike across my bottom... One for speaking, not four for failing to... "Good, now stand up straight, spread your legs a meter apart and put both hands on the back of your head." "First, my lovely assistant is going to lock your penis away. You won't be needing it free like that for a while." The nurse ceremoniously dismantles the chastity cage and assembles it around my penis and balls. The cage has a urethral probe which she skillfully inserts. "Next, she will give you your name. When you are called to identify yourself you present this marking to the one addressing you." The nurse takes the stamp and ink-pad and uses it to mark me just above the chastity cage. The woman takes the shackles, collar and several locks from the tray and proceeds to lock them around my wrists, ankles and finally my neck. "Now, Five. Starting each day you will be cleaned, 'Quick as you like' will be in charge of that, don't make me wait... Understand?" "Yes Miss." I reply and brace for another hit, but when it doesn't come immediately I look around confused. My eyes leave the floor, but I realize it too late... Three times the crop strikes my bottom and a hand grabs me by the throat. "Patience." She whispers in my ear. Nurse 'Quick' brings the gag harness over and hands it to Miss 'M'. "For the next bit you won't need to talk... Follow my assistant, we will meet again soon. I should add that failure to comply is punished with this crop, which is fun. Willful disobedience is punished with something much more fun..." Miss 'M' presents the gag to me and I meekly accept losing my speech... Nurse 'Quick' then attaches a lead to my chastity cage and guides me out into the institute... From the memoirs of subject number five on his first day at the institute of human behavioral studies. Disclaimer (thanks to thebookdesigner.com ): This is a work of adult fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.

"Shoborz!" Mokudul shouted. "Shoborz! Open up this sorry excuse for a gate, you old slob!" There seemed to be no answer for a while until half of the gate swung open another big Orc... Well, big compared to Finte... "By Malacath's horns, Mokudul the Wanderer... I thought you were long dead." "You are not Shoborz. Are you that runt of a son he had around last time I was here? Did ya finally kill the old man? Ha, such is the way it should be." Mokudul laughed and grabbed a flask from his belt. "Here, I brought this for the old fart, but he won't be needing it. Did you send him to Malacath or was he weak? Tell me, Larak son of Shoborz." "He was fierce, but I was better..." Larak answered, still disgruntled. "Tell me... Why does the Master Wanderer grace us with his presence? Did you come to clean father's clock?" Mokudul laughed, loud as usual. "I was planning to knock the old fart around for a bit, incite a change of chief, but you do Malacath and your father proud. Would you allow a wandering kinsman to trade his goods and set up camp?" Larak wasn't impressed, but he gestured Mokudul to enter. "Just don't break anything. The Nords are having a civil war right now so trading is difficult." Mokudul gestured a 'follow me' to Finte. She had been hiding just out of sight while Moku 'greeted' the locals. "Wait! Just a damn minute, Mokudul." Larak said, when Finte hid behind Moku. "What did you pick up on your travels? A slave? Did you fall off your rock one day and let Molag Bal pick you up?" "Ha! No such thing! This is my honor bound servant. I killed her slaver and honor dictates that she follows me now. By the way, is Sharamph still your Wise Woman?" "Mother remains the Elder, yes... I'll have a tent set up for your... pet." With Moku leading her into the stronghold, Finte felt at ease. Mor Khazgur was like most strongholds; a tree-log palisade enclosing a fair area up against a mountain. Within the stronghold there stands Larak's longhouse, a few small huts, some stables and animal pens. On the far side of the gate, behind the longhouse stands the smithy with a path that hooks around and up a ramp towards the entrance of the mine. As they neared the longhouse an Orc woman dressed in a black, hooded robe greeted them. Well... Greeted... Before any words were exchanged the old Orc slapped Mokudul in the face. Undisturbed by the slap to the chops Moku reached down and hugged the woman. "Did you miss me that much?" He said as he pulled back. Sharamph looked at Finte for a moment, clearly examining every bit of her body. It had been a long time since Finte had felt eyes roaming her body like this. Her time as a slave had drowned that feeling out long ago. Her captor had never clothed her and now that Moku was her master, she didn't feel the need to either. This elderly Orc made her feel indecent though. Without warning Sharamph reached out to her and started probing her pussy, which was still sore from the first day she 'met' Moku. With her other hand Sharamph fondled Finte's breasts, kneeding them until her nipples perked up. A mildly satisfied look graced the old Orc's complexion. Sharamph turned to Mokudul. "This is highly unusual Mokudul, son of Grolgorath. The code you preach says nothing about owning a slave, but we here certainly do not worship Molag Bal. She has a fine body though..." "Molag Bal has no hold on me, girl." Moku scoffed. "Do not forget, that while you blame me for what happened last time I was here, it was all your own doing. Tell me with a straight face Sanguine did not possess you. You proved the fact that the old slob wasn't able to please you anymore quite well... This girl isn't like you however. She offered herself to me, not for lust, but for her honor." Sharamph abruptly released Finte. She looked rather ashamed under her dark hood. "Now, I didn't come here to preach to you today. Lighten up girl, I came here for your help." Sharamph raised head, tilting it slightly. "And what would you ask of an old woman?" "I want you to teach this human the alchemy you are renowned for among the strongholds. She has affinity for it and she really needs your help. The proof of that is already on your hands..." Sharamph looked at the hand she had used to feel up Finte's pussy... It was slightly bloodied and smelled of sex, wrapped in an oily flower bouquet... They say nostalgia hits like a mammoth... The smell of Finte's crotch juices stirred something in Sharamph that made her blush profusely... She immediately grabbed Finte by her hand and dragged her off to her hut. Finte glanced back at Mokudul. He was talking to Chief Larak again, but he gave her a smile when he noticed her. The submissive in her sighed in relief... Moku made her feel like a good girl... Finte couldn't be happier... Or so she thought... Sharamph's hut was certainly more spacious than one would expect. Several chests and cabinets lined the walls. While Finte looked around the dim lit hut Sharamph rummaged around one of the chests. From afar it looked like it was filled to the brim with flasks. She pulled out a large flask with a reed craddle and grabbed a wooden bowl from a cupboard. The viscous liquid she poured from the flask spread a sweet smell around the hut. Sharamph turned to Finte and grabbed her by her collar. "Can you understand me?" She asked. "Finte listen." Finte stated, unexpectedly proud she was asked to speak... "Listen then. Mokudul is big. He is too big for you really, but you seem to have broken yourself for him. I can fix you so that you'll be good for him, but it will hurt..." Finte felt her pride sinking... "Please don't hurt Finte... Finte good girl..." she said, holding back a tear. Sharamph took a moment to contemplate, but quickly placed a reassuring hand on Finte's head. "I'll give you something for the pain, don't worry..." She pulled a small white phial from a drawer and gave it to Finte. "Drink this and lie down on my bed." Sharamph said and Finte happily complied. The content of the phial tasted wicked sweet, but it warmed Finte's entire throat on its way down. She was just about clear enough to make it to the bed before she was enveloped by and all encompassing haze. A slight breeze blew into the hut... The cold touch of air brushing past her nipples made her buckle. Sharamph grabbed the bowl and scooped up some of the viscous oil on her hand. Finte lay before her on the bed. As Sharamph spread Finte's legs she could see what she had imagined was correct. Finte may have been a sex-toy, but Mokudul had stretched her past her limit... Sharamph sighed as nostalgia hit her square in the gut... So this was what she had looked like all those years ago... Sharamph thoroughly massaged every bit of Finte's crotch with the oil, before spreading her open. Tenderly she massaged Finte's vaginal walls, applying ever more oil to the wounded girl and opening her up until Sharamph could fit her hand inside Finte. Meanwhile Finte would have probably been out of her mind with pain, but she was locked away in a fluffy box of bliss. The drug Sharamph gave her sent her there and would probably keep her there for another few hours... With a cute puppet at her disposal Sharamph couldn't resist having a bit of fun with Finte. She probably wouldn't have minded anyway... When Sharamph started playing with Finte's breasts, she noticed these had become fully active. Squeezing Finte's nipples softly made her spill droplets of milk, which Sharamph couldn't resist having a taste of... Finte wasn't just a good girl... She was perfect... Disclaimer (thanks to thebookdesigner.com ): This is a work of (pure adult) fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.

Dear Diary, I can't see what Hadmir likes about being a guard. The hours are hopeless, the days are long, the pay is alright, but the daily drag just seems horrid to me. The moral seems to be, don't take an arrow to the knee, but all the guards I've met thus far haven't had a real arrow through the knee... Not like uncle Throm anyway... They'd be walking much, much less well and slightly funny... Whiterun was a sight for sore eyes, I'll admit. People I had met in the past were still around for the most part, the hold looked like not much had changed and you really appreciate a warm bed after a day sitting in a carriage. From Ivarstead, the ride had been uneventful. The mountain pass to the ruins of Helgen was cold and it snowed most of the way. Beinkr, the carriage driver, was prepared to a fault for this though. A blanket and a bottle of mead in exchange for some dirty talk and a bit of a grope when we got to Riverwood. I guess he didn't want to push his luck. Riverwood... Nowhere did the civil war seem so far away as Riverwood. What is prosperity, but the lack of poverty. The road to Whiterun was as uneventful as the carriage ride. I met a traveling bard and asked if he knew anything about a bard called Lunerio. He told me to ask the dean of history, Giraud Gemane, at the Bards College in Solitude. Why did Solitude still sound so far away... Homesickness struck like a log to the face as I bid the bard farewell. For the first time in days, the collar around my neck felt heavy. Still a reminder of things past and somehow foreboding... Following the White river down to the plains of Whiterun Hold, I soon ended up on a vantage point. From there I could see vast plains stretched out before me and the hold of Whiterun, seated prominently upon its hill. The sun was departing when I walked into the Bannered Mare Inn. With little gold to spend I asked the innkeeper, Hulda, if I could spend the night and work off the tab tomorrow. Hulda was receptive to this, but she wanted my weapon as a deposit until I repaid her. Not a bad deal I guess. Hulda bade her house slave to take Friend's Razor to her chambers for safe keeping. He obediently accepted my weapon and scurried off with it. "If I may ask; where did you get such a young slave, Hulda?" I asked her when she handed me a plate of spiced beef and a tankard of Honningbrew. "To be honest with you, He is not a slave. I do not own him, not in my eyes anyway. His parents both died at Helgen when the dragons first emerged. One day he wandered in here and just like you, he had no coin on him. For a few days I let him stay around, but his tab was just piling up. He had nowhere to go... One day he came to me with an unlocked collar and told me he was going to sell himself to repay his tab. He had a look of guilt and burden on his face that would have broken your heart instantly." "I took the collar form his hands and locked it around his neck. We went to the Jarl's steward for the ownership document and he signed himself over to me. For the first time since I had met him he seemed happy. By rights he is mine, but he might aswell be the son I never had." "I passed through Helgen on the way over here. One can only imagine what he has been through." I told Hulda, but to be honest... I knew, of sorts... The bed was divine... Sleep, take me! I'm yours... When morning came I started working off my debt to Hulda. Chopping wood, serving customers to the inn food and drinks, cleaning the floor... menial tasks... Somehow these were most relaxing. I worked up about three days of rent and expenses by the time night fell. Like in Ivarstead I was paid in favors, which suited me just fine. A favor can't be picked from your pocket... Tomorrow I'll visit Warmaiden's smithy and gauge if the blacksmith is inclined to remove this blasted collar from my neck... She seemed reasonable enough when I walked past her shop and overheard her telling one of the Battle-borns to quit riding her for more swords. Tomorrow... Disclaimer (thanks to thebookdesigner.com ): This is a work of (pure adult) fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.

Dear Diary, I think I'll be better off not telling people I am Dragonborn... Even though they are my kinsmen, all of the inhabitants of Ivarstead suddenly address as if I am some kind of deity... It honestly makes me feel like a sham... The morning was eventful. Work had started on rebuilding the roof on the inn before I had awoken. A bit of breakfast and something awful they called brandy set the tone for the day. It all left a bitter taste in my mouth. The dead guard's had been wrapped up so they could move him to the temple in Riften. The wounded guard was helping at the inn. You could catch him coughing up blood at times, but he couldn't make the journey to Riften to seek a healer. He was going to have to wait for a carriage. The inn keeper, Wilhelm, and Jofthor were busy with the roof of the inn. It had been a thatched roof which the bandits had tried to set on fire. Luckily Nordic thatching is hard to catch on fire. Just for curiosity's sake I went over to Klimmek's house and barged in unannounced. What I found were two vaguely sentient piles of their former selves. Fastred was covered in a pungent, sticky mess and Klimmek... His eyes were rolled back in his skull... "What a mess..." I jested while wiping a glob of jizz off of Fastred's forehead. Klimmek tasted good at least... "Now that you two have worked out your issues, don't you feel a lot happier?" Fastred looked at me with a radiant smile. She was so cute like this. She reached over to me and pulled me in close. She tasted like Klimmek... Obviously... He must have been sitting on some ancient Nordic blue balls... Fastred took me by surprise when she pressed my head on to her chest. Now I too was covered in spunk... Good thing I hadn't washed yet. I reached down to her crotch for a bit of a fondle, but to my surprise my fingers hit something hard sticking out of her. Upon closer inspection I realized there was an ale bottle stuffed inside of her... Fastred sat up on the edge of the bed and with some effort, pushed the bottle out. She was wide open and inviting me to go down on her. When Klimmek woke up, I had cleaned up Fastred for the most part. He looked confused... I would be confused as well... It didn't really help that I still had globs of jizz in the hair that framed my face... "How long have you been saving up all this?" I asked and wiped a string of spunk off his penis. He smirked. "Wanna go skinny dipping in the lake?" He asked and added; "You look like a blood cultist." This was true. We were all still covered in blood. I hate blood... Here is the secret to rocking someone's world; three people, running whilst nude, into a lake, in the morning... Klimmek carried Fastred out to the lake and the three of us made a giant splash when we jumped in, laughing and screaming... Fastred yelped when she hit the cold water. I still had my cloak on to hide my collar, but the townsfolk hardly gave us any heed. "Silly youngsters." was probably the prevalent thought. Klimmek and Fastred spent a few moments floating around while I cleaned off the last of the pesky blood... Then I noticed the couple to my right was splashing about an awful lot. They were at it again... in the water... Nostalgia hit me square in the heart. Hadmir came to me one day with an invitation. He had a couple of days worth of leave to collect and he used to use those to go fishing. He had a cabin on the estuary of the Karth River near Solitude which he shared with a few friends. It was their idea of a romantic get-away, but Hadmir went there to fish. We had been there before when old man Iverrig still owned the cabin, but this was the first time he invited me. "I can either go fishing on my own or with someone I want to spend my time with... If you are wondering, I have not figured out how to get back at you, so don't read too much into it. I'm not stooping to spiking your drinks with skooma, there is no honor in such a thing." He told me when I questioned his motives. I told him I would love to join him. What I didn't tell him was that; if he wasn't planning anything, I'd have to... Angeline is a sweet old lady, a troubled sweet old lady... Her daughter joined the Imperial legion and hadn't been heard of for a while now. Such were the worries that laden her brow. She wasn't an alchemist, but a woman of her years collects a lot of contacts and strings to pull. When I had first met her I was on an errand to get some perfume for my mother. I walked in to the shop in Solitude one morning and found her scolding her niece, Vivienne. This would have been a common sight, if not for the fact that Vivi was collared and on a leash... I knew Vivienne and I had always suspected she was into bondage, but somehow I didn't think she'd be into submission. Lesson number one; don’t judge people. Period. Devious minds tend to think alike. Both Vivi and Angeline were a bit shocked to see me standing at the counter. "You forgot to lock the door as well." I said with a wide grin on my face. As quick as she could Vivi ran over to the front door and locked it. When she hurried back to Angeline I caught her by the arm and forced her against the counter. "Such a nice collar you have. You should have told me you wanted to be someone's pet... My last one ran off." Angeline hooked a finger under the back of Vivi's collar from the other side of the counter, forcing her stand upright. She smiled at me and barked a command at Vivienne. "Show Miss some respect! Greet her like a proper slave!" Vivienne struggled to climb on top of the counter while Angeline pulled her backwards, choking her slightly. She sat up on the counter and pulled her legs up, then she spread them wide open and turned her head to look away from me. With one hand she spread her labia so I could have a good look at her. "Welcome to Angeline's Aromatics Miss, are you looking for something specific?" She said. "Angeline's Number 5, one sturdy vial." I answered and watched her dismount the counter and scuttle off to the storeroom. "I'm sorry my dear, I didn't mean for her to be seen like this." Angeline said, but I assured her that it was fine and that I had my own pet to play with. Angeline told me how, after Vivi's parents died, she had adopted her into her home. One day she had walked in on Fura, her own daughter, and Vivienne 'playing'. Fura always had a dominant personality, a trait well expressed throughout the women in her forbearers. When Fura left to follow her destiny... or fate... Vivienne felt abandoned and became depressed. One day Angeline decided to offer her a hand to hold her leash, she accepted immediately. I told her about my pet... Hadmir. The more I told her, the more Angeline began to laugh. "To be young and playful." She sighed and asked; "Have you considered rewarding his loyalty a bit more than just relieving his pent up desires?" "We agreed I would save myself for him..." I said and immediately caught what Angeline was suggesting... "But... but... but... That's where..." I stammered. "Yes my dear, your butt. Don't tell me you haven't thought about it. It is perfectly suited for intercourse, with a little preparation of course. A contact of mine makes potions and lotions specifically for such endeavors." Her matter-of-fact statement took even me by surprise. "A sturdy meal with lots of fibers and a potion of 'quick release' in the morning and you'll be empty before the afternoon. A simple troll fat lotion applied before intercourse and hey presto... Do you want a sample?" From a drawer she pulled an ominously green looking potion. For a moment I must have looked quite befuddled. Vivienne came back from the storeroom before I could answer. "How about a demonstration then?" She pulled an even greener looking vial from the little drawer of horrors and presented it to Vivienne. "Our customer wants a demonstration. Strip, drink this and fetch a bucket. Be quick about it, we haven’t got all day." Vivienne looked surprised, but she quickly presented her bare body and downed the contents of the vial without a second thought. It didn't take long before she cramped up, holding her belly tight. She realized what was happening inside her bowels and sat down over the bucket. With her bowels empty she propped herself up on the counter. Unceremoniously she reached for her anus and with two fingers from either side the spread it open. I would have said something along the lines of 'could fit for a horse' but Angeline took my hand and forced it inside Vivi's, rather inviting, hole. Shocked I pulled it out rather quickly, making Vivienne yelp. To my surprise my hand was clean. It may have smelled a slight bit, but nothing like I had expected. "This was the Elixir of Expulsion, a refined derivative, but it serves the same purpose. It binds everything into an easily expelled solid and it stimulates the body’s natural secretion of lubrication within the bowels. With a bit of lotion of cleansing you can make your hole just as clean as your mouth." Angeline said to me and turned to Vivienne. "Go prepare yourself to receive your plug and ready your belt. I haven't forgotten about this morning and neither will you." Vivi whimpered and retreated upstairs. Needless to say I spent all my gold then and there and took home a lot of quickeners and cleaners... Hadmir certainly was surprised when I told him I'd let him fuck me in the ass... I told him that I didn't want to risk getting pregnant until he had won, but that I also wanted to have him inside of me... So we agreed to add a rule; Anal doesn't count. I had cleaned myself out in the river and I was still washing and massaging myself when Hadmir picked me up and walked up stream with me a bit. In a shallow of the river, where the current was least and the water reach just above our hips He pressed his glands against my sphincter. Vivi looked wide as a tankard, but I was still tighter than a keyhole. With a single thrust he invited himself in. It was an appetizer for both of us and rewarding his continued efforts this way was fun as well. We may be far apart today, but I know we have a strong bond which will bring us together again... Back in Ivarstead... When we headed back to shore I wrapped my cloak around Fastred to shield her from prying eyes. Klimmek ran ahead to open the door for us, his penis flopping 'majestically' from side to side... Fastred felt soft and smooth. I knew I would have some explaining to do when we got inside when I felt her hand roaming over my chastity belt... My staunch defender. Too bad Hadmir was posted at Dragon's Bridge most of the time... He could have saved me and won the night I was taken. Fate will fuck you sideways like that...

Her name was Finte, though these days nobody knew or cared. You see, Finte was taken from her home one night. Slaves were a profitable business and Civil War made for some excellent 'opportunities'. Finte was one of the many victims of this senseless war. Out in the wilds, where few travelers dared to tread, she toiled for her captor. Finte had nothing left. To even survive she was completely dependent on her master. Scraps, left-overs, ale and semen had been the only things for a long time now. From the time she was taken until today it had been this way. He job was sextoy-for-hire, an all together thankless job to say the least. Her captor would travel around the hide-outs and strongholds to bolster his coin purse and Finte would follow. At first she would protest, but she knew it was pointless. Her fate was set in stone. After a few weeks she found out that the women that purchased her 'services' could be made to feed her a bit more drink if she made them orgasm violently. The first time she cried, but over time she got used to it. She had accepted her fate to some degree, choosing to survive and never fully surrender. He was her captor, not her master. Fate is a fickle entity. There are innumerable threads in its intricate web and everything is connected. One day, another thread connected to Finte which took her on a different path. Blood seeped from her captor's abdomen. He had cards called and he came up lacking. He was now on the sharp end of a spear. "That's what you get for refusing to pay the toll." The owner of the aforementioned spear said. He was huge... So huge that bears were compared to his size... "How big was the bear? Was he as big as Mokudul the Orc?" He towered over men as they barely stood as tall as his shoulders. The Orc was called Mokudul gro-Garad, Master Wanderer. He sought no home and no wives, he was on a mission from Malacath himself. His was the task of wander the land and bring the codes of Malacath and honor to all Orsimer. He had few concerns for the ways of man. He stayed out of settlements by choice and really only traveled the rugged wilds between the various strongholds. With her captor reduced to a mere bloodstain under Mokuduls' boot, Finte found herself freed. She was now free, but she was alone alone, defenseless and terrified. Mokudul had grabbed the coin purse off the corpse and without a second thought for Finte had just left. Quick as she could, Finte gathered as much as she could carry from the corpse before she lost track of Mokudul. As fast as her legs could carry her she ran after the solemn Orc. He didn't even acknowledge her presence until night was about to fall. At an abandoned hunters camp he sat down for the evening. With a disinterested, yet bemused, look on his face he watched as Finte made camp, lit a fire and cooked a very basic broth. "You know, I don't like being followed by a tiny woman such as you..." He said. It sounded more like a statement than a treat. "You saw what happened to things that annoy me right?" Finte filled the bowl with her cooked meal and walked over to Mokudul. She sat down on her knees, bowed her head and presented the bowl to the bemused behemoth. "Are you serious? What makes you think I am hungry?" Mokudul scoffed. Finte raised her head, but kept it bowed to avoid meeting his eyes. "Finte hate bad man. You kill bad man. Finte like you. Finte yours." She stammered in a broken voice. She had not spoken in a year now. It would have only earned her a beating. Moku raised an eyebrow. "And what makes you think I am not a bad man, hmmm?" She raised her eyes to meet his. "You kill bad man. You not kill Finte. Finte thank good man." "Ha! You have a good head on your shoulders. Well alright... If you are mine, then take care of something for me." He raised his kilt revealing a monster. The comparison 'hung like a horse' should have been; 'like a horse who is hung like Mokudul.' To his amusement Finte scurried off into the woods after she had seen the beast. Moku laughed and gobbled up the broth. Few had the capacity to handle him, let alone a mere human. His amusement turned to surprise when she returned though. In her hands she had a dozen plants. She quickly boiled them on the fire and poured the broth in another bowl. With a rock she pounded and ground the broth until is was thick and gelatinous. Mokudul leaned back as Finte took his member and started licking it. She made sure to coat as much as she could with her saliva. When Moku was hard as a pine tree Finte took a hand of the brew she had made and started rubbing it over her vagina. She stood over the big Orc looking hesitant for a moment, but before Moku could taunt her again she started taking him into herself. Tears rolled down her face as the beast distended her vulva, but she would give everything up for him... he had saved her and asked nothing in return. Moku watched as she bottomed out about half way down his shaft. The mixture of gel, saliva, pre, wet and blood made for sufficient lubricant. Indeed the gel by itself would probably had been enough for a lesser member. Moku started moving, thrusting gently into his meat-sleeve at first. Slowly picking up the pace. Finte was in a whole different world of pain right now. Her belly showed the depth of insertion into her frail frame. Tears flowed unending, but when Moku stopped thrusting she took over. All she wanted was to please him at this point. The orc thrust up into her one last time and shot his load into Finte. Barely conscious she reached for the empty bowl which she had presented to Moku. After his member softened and left her, Finte used the bowl to collect the juices from her cavity... Moku had balls the size of ale bottles and volume to match. When most of it was out she drank the entire bowl. She then settled between Moku's legs and started cleaning his member. Honesty was an integral part of Moku's mission and he was at the very least impressed with Finte. She would probably walk funny for a few days, but he wasn't in any sort of hurry. "You are not bad as a meat-sleeve, too bad you can't take everything though." Moku said. Finte looked up at him and whimpered; "Finte will do better, Master." Moku felt a little tug at his heartstrings. "Good pet, now keep sucking. I might let you have a second helping..." Finte's eyes glowed with delight. She was a good girl and good girls got rewarded, not beaten. Disclaimer (thanks to thebookdesigner.com ): This is a work of (pure adult) fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.

The man, inside Finally the day had come. The man of her dreams had come and swept her of her feet. Fastred held on to him tight as he carried her back to Ivarstead. Her heart was still going like mad. She had always been interested in Klimmek, but he had seemed so distant. When he wasn't up the mountain, delivering food to the Greybeards, he spent most of his time fishing. It felt to her like he was avoiding her of late, but that feeling had completely gone. There was a sickening taste of blood in her mouth. She was covered in blood, so was Klimmek... Such a brute, her brute... When he killed those bandits he roared like a man possessed. A savage roar made her heart pound even more when she thought of it. She wanted him. She wanted him to ravage her. "By Mara, please take me." she whispered under her breath. Klimmek looked down and kissed Fastred on the crown. "You are save now. We are in honored company Fastred. This stranger from yesterday is Dragonborn." He said. Fastred felt a sting in her heart. Had Klimmek fallen for this woman? He spoke with such reverence in his voice... "No...", she thought to herself, "He is mine! Please let him be mine... Please." Fastred took a while to work up the courage to ask Klimmek to stay with her, but before she could do so Klimmek and the horrible dragon-woman stopped walking. The horrible dragon-woman turned to Klimmek and told him to take good care of Fastred tonight. To Fastred's delight he promptly nodded yes. "Right, now I don't know you two, but by the looks of things you both have some things to work out... Will you both do me just one favor?" The woman asked and added; "Please, for all that is holy, get over something as stupid as doubt and tell each other you are in love already... My fiancée took years building up his courage... Mind you, I wanted him to be determined..." "You are right Dragonborn, I have been a fool these past years." Klimmek said. Fastred's heart was now leaping buildings in single bounds. Klimmek gently put Fastred on her feet and kneeled before her. "Fastred, please forgive me. I have been in love with you for as long as I have known you. If not for our friend here I could have lost you today, but she spoke to me of courage... The courage of man... The man who stands. Now I kneel before you. Fastred, Will you be mine? Will you marry me?" Her heart spilled... She threw herself onto him and kissed him passionately... Finally! Klimmek wrestled her back into his grasp and lifted her up again. They resumed their heading and soon Ivarstead could be seen through the trees. Fastred's heart was still racing. Tonight she was going to be his. Tonight was the night she had fantasized about for so long. It would be her first time with a man and what a man he was... He was the one who made the most trips up and down the mountain, the seven thousand steps, and he did it on a fairly regular basis. He helped her parents through the year on the farm when he wasn't out fishing. Then he could push the grinding-wheel for a good portion of the day before resting. Fastred was already getting moist just thinking about how he would have his way with her. She would let him, she was his now... When the wonderful dragon-woman said her goodnight and went with Boti for the night, Fastred's breath stocked for a moment. Klimmek was looking her straight in the eye... "Fastred, before we go home I wanted to ask you something. Do you have any fantasies that you yearn to have fulfilled?" Fastred took a deep breath and whispered; "I've wanted you to just grab me and take me, hard... Those men... when they held me down I desperately tried to fight them, but I couldn't escape. I started imagining that you were the one that was about to make me a woman and that sort of made me feel better... I must sound confused to you, but I want you to force yourself upon me." Klimmek looked surprised for a moment and then put Fastred on her feet. For a moment her heart sank, she feared her fantasy had rattled him a bit too much. She was surprised when he picked her up and carried her over his shoulder like a bag of goods. She knew the night would be long and that her rescue would not come... A droplet rolled down her inner thigh... Fastred struggled meekly. "Put me down you brute, or I will scream!" she said, her voice completely devoid of urgency. Klimmek's response was swift and sharp; "Where we are going, wench, no-one will hear you scream." The door to his house swung open and Klimmek put her down. He grabbed her hands and raised them above her head, holding them with one arm. Forcibly he led her around while he gathered a length of rope. Klimmek forced her against the wall and she feigned her role as the struggling victim. His free hand roamed her body as her undid the fasteners on her clothing. Her skirt dropped to the floor, followed swiftly by her tunic and her shirt. He bound her hands like he used to tie big fish together. He made a big loop to hold on to and kept them raised above her head. For a while they just stood there while he played with her labia. She was soaking wet and he made her taste herself on his big, manly fingers. He reached down again and started stroking her. His finger rubbed her ever faster and she built up to orgasm in no time at all. He didn't stop when she gasped, choosing instead to quicken his pace even more. Her entire body arced backward, pressing her already massaged pussy further against Klimmek's hand. Her orgasm had been continuous until Klimmek put his soaked fingers in her mouth again. It was clear that he would not have to go in dry... When he moved her over to the bed and pushed her down on it she tried to cover herself up, but with her hands bound together this proved to be an exorcise in futility. Klimmek removed his shirt and threw it on the discarded clothes pile. He bent down, grabbed her by a good handful of her hair and by her hands and pulled her up to a seated position. It hurt her, but it was a sweet pain. "Take it out, wench" He commanded. Fastred promptly unclasped his buckle and opened his pants, revealing his member. He wasn't fully erect, but his flaccid length was already enough to hold with two hands. He was definitely a show-er. Gingerly she put her hands on his member. He was still holding her by her hair and pulled her closer. "Don't act like you don't know what to do next, wench." Klimmek barked. Fastred started licking him along his shaft. When she finally took his glans into her mouth he surprised her by forcing himself much deeper into her than she had expected. She gagged and he pulled back, but before she had fully recovered he forced himself in again. This time she gagged heavily and when he released her a bit wad of saliva dripped from her mouth onto her chest. Klimmek wiped it off her and rubbed it on his cock. "There, nice and lubricated." He scoffed. He pushed her on her back with her hands above her head and lined up to her entrance. Klimmek put his hand over her mouth and thrust his hips forward. Fastred screamed into his palm as Klimmek's penis rubbed over her mound. He had scared her surprisingly well... The actual act of penetration was much more gentle. As she opened up and he tore into her, Fastred yelped quietly. This was her man and right now she was his little bitch. All tied up and ready to get ravaged... Before he bottomed out, Klimmek pulled back and started making long strokes into her. Fastred screamed into his palm every time he bottomed out and rubbed his glans against her cervix. Once she stopped screaming too much, Klimmek lifted up her left leg and started thrusting faster, harder and deeper while using her using her leg as leverage. Fastred had resigned herself to this world of hurt and pleasure. Even while fucking her, Klimmek renewed his assault on her clit. Rubbing it caused Fastred to once again arc her body, but she couldn't escape. She tried desperately to grab the offending hand, tears streaming from her eyes, but Klimmek swiftly pulled her up to a standing position, leaned her on the wall and looped her bound arms over his head. With every thrust she nearly lost her footing, standing only on one leg. In mere moments she started a series of rolling orgasms that followed every thrust for a few seconds. Such pleasure washed over her that she grew incoherent at best. When Klimmek let her down she was spent, her mind was blank and her world was a haze. So there she lay, on his bed, on her back... Klimmek kissed her passionately and brought her back to her senses. She could feel him pumping his powerful hips again and she felt him tense up and about to cum. He lifted her up again and pulled out, then he put his cock to her mouth and she immediately took his glans in her mouth. For a moment he stood there, stroking his cock. With a slight twitch of his member he shot his load into her mouth, it tasted salty, but Fastred loved it. When his first load was spent, Fastred looked up with Klimmek's cock still in her mouth. The sight of her like this made him smile. The night was still young... Disclaimer (thanks to thebookdesigner.com ): This is a work of (pure adult) fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. Next time, on Fax Keizaal: The tale of a man, a woman and a big orc...

Dear Diary, Do the patterns in the stars tell us who we are and do we really want to know? The Greybeards gave me a book written by Jurgen Windcaller, their founder. It was a dictionary of sorts. Each page told a story three times. One in Deykel, written symbols, one in Pelnix, transcribed words, and one in Rotun, common translation. Reading the first story aloud caused a smile on Arngeir's, otherwise solemn, face. It turned out to be the story from the waystones. With every story in the book a deeper understanding of Dovahzul opened up new Rotmulaag, words of power. Force, Fire, Life... Master Arngeir adressed me when I said my goodbyes. "What will you do with your gift? A Thu'um sparked all-out civil war and a Thu'um vanquished Alduin, the World-Eater. What will your Thu'um say?" "Wuth keizaal neilaas, Old Skyrim survives." I answered after a brief moment of contemplation. "Old man Iverrig used to say that. Skyrim will always be and so will we." "A good answer, though as Dragonborn, there is no right answer. Maybe with your prowess the language will set our people back on the path of enlightenment." "I want to learn the language, but I have another priority right now." I said and showed Master Arngeir the collar around my neck. He nodded and bid me farewell. "Sky above, voice within. Dovahkiin." The road down the seven thousand steps was shorter than I could remember. There were no pilgrims traveling up the stairs even though the weather was fair. When I reached Ivarstead at the bottom of the stairs I was greeted by a rather dismal sight. On the road lay a dead guard, up against the inn sat a barely alive one, the roof of the inn had partially collapsed, The farmhouse door had been knocked out and people were running around... I saw Klimmek in the distance. He was holding his arm which was apparently bleeding. "Klimmek, what happened? Who did this?" I ask when I had caught up with him. "Bandits. Those bastards took Fastred. I couldn't stop them. I tried... Oh, Fastred." Tears rolled down his face. "Where did they go? And how many?" I asked while I grabbed the book of Deykel. One of the stories had caught my eye earlier. It was called Jul wo kriist, the man who stood. The word described in the story seared into my mind, Ahkrin, Courage. "They headed for Nilheim tower. They have been there for weeks, but they have always stayed away... There were four of them. The guards were no match for them and we were all unarmed... I couldn't do anything when they took Fastred away... I will never forgive myself..." I had picked up one of the guardsman's swords. I pushed it into his hands and applied a healing touch to his wounded arm. He looked me in the eyes and was probably about to ask me what we were going to do, but I steadied him with both hands and said; "Klimmek, I don't know what this will do, but trust me alright." He nodded, still confused. As I formed the word on my tongue, I could feel a fire roaring in my heart. "Ahkrin!" Klimmek drew a deep breath and closed his eyes. When he opened them again you could see a changed man. "I'm coming Fastred!" He shouted, turned and began to run to where, I guess, Nilheim tower was. I quickly followed suit. A brisk jog to somewhere on the other side of the lake brought us to a decrepit tower. Fastred could be heard, screaming her lungs out... Two of the bandits were busy trying to have their way with her, but they had not gotten far. Klimmek and I had a slight element of surprise... There were just three bandits immediately present. Klimmek kicked the one that was on top of Fastred off of her with a sickening punt to the ribs. The one that was restraining her hands looked up, but was instantly decapitated. Klimmek was feeding directly of his own courage. The word of power had only put him in touch with his Atmoran heritage. Before the first bandit could get up Klimmek had grabbed hold of him and with his bare hands he snapped his neck. I dispatched the third bandit with Friend's Razor by plunging it into his neck, through his heart. The fourth one appeared too far away from me to interrupt him while he drew an arrow and aimed for Klimmek. The words came easier this time... I shouted: "FO KRAH DIIN!!" Klimmek and Fastred turned to see the bandit freeze in place. The arrow fell from his hands. A mere moment later and the arrow had been on its way to them. "You are... Dragonborn..." Klimmek gasped as I walked to the frozen bandit. With a single strike from big rock I had picked up on the way he shattered into a thousand pieces... The way back was quiet. Night had fallen, vengeance had been exacted, the maiden had been rescued and love was blossoming. Apparently Klimmek had been unable to express his love for Fastred for some time now. We were all covered in blood... Back at Ivarstead I parted ways with the two lovebirds for the night. Things were going to happen which I had no business interfering with. I suspect that 9 months from now Ivarstead will grow in population. Boti offered a bed to me for the night. An offer which I accepted with both hands. I hate blood... Disclaimer (thanks to thebookdesigner.com ): This is a work of (pure adult) fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. Note: This one was a tad short, but I'm planning a bit more for the next one

Dear diary, Life continues. One thing that life on the road revolves around is gold and I have nearly none left. Thankfully people always have favors that need doing. Thus my morning was spent chopping wood for the locals. Boti, the woman that I had seen arguing with a man, her husband Jofthor, told me about how Ivarstead was becoming a bit of a backwater. She also told me of her daughter, Fastred. By Ysmir, what is it with all these damsels? Where are the men? Apparently there were men... Klimmek, a trader, fisherman and part-time courier, and Bassianus, a pretentious prat... Klimmek appeared to have confidence issues, Bassianus just had issues... Coincidentally I had met Klimmek in the inn. He seemed like a nice guy... I thought maybe he'd have some fresh fish for sale when he got back from the lake. Sadly he wasn't in a trading mood, but he said he would let me have some fish if I did him a favor and climbed to the temple on the slopes of the Throat of the World... The Seven Thousand Steps that led up to the home of the Greybeards had never been on my list of things to see before I met my ancestors, but I felt compelled to do it... for the fish... They looked fat enough for the oncoming winter and were probably delish... So with a pack filled with food I took the first steps up the mountain. The journey up the mountain became heavier as the air began to thin at such height. Still, the steps were broad and the incline was gentle... No need for prayer to the patron saint of minor discomfort... Again; What doesn't kill you... On the way up I collected the writings from the waystones, together they read; Before the birth of Men, the Dragons ruled all Mundus; Their word was the Voice, and they spoke only for True Needs; For the Voice could blot out the sky and flood the land. Men were born and spread over the face of Mundus; The Dragons presided over the crawling masses; Men were weak then, and had no Voice. The fledgling spirits of Men were strong in Old Times; Unafraid to war with Dragons and their Voices; But the Dragons only shouted them down and broke their hearts. Kyne called on Paarthurnax, who pitied Man; Together they taught Men to use the Voice; Then Dragon War raged, Dragon against Tongue. Man prevailed, shouting Alduin out of the world; Proving for all that their Voice too was strong; Although their sacrifices were many-fold. With roaring Tongues, the Sky-Children conquer; Founding the First Empire with Sword and Voice; Whilst the Dragons withdrew from this World. The Tongues at Red Mountain went away humbled; Jurgen Windcaller began His Seven Year Meditation; To understand how Strong Voices could fail. Jurgen Windcaller chose silence and returned; The 17 disputants could not shout Him down; Jurgen the Calm built His home on the Throat of the World. For years all silent, the Greybeards spoke one name; Tiber Septim, stripling then, was summoned to Hrothgar; They blessed and named him Dovahkiin. The Voice is worship; Follow the Inner path; Speak only in True Need. High Hrothgar is a place without warmth... After depositing the knapsack of food in chest intended for such things I felt the undeniable urge to inquire about something Friend said before he passed away; "Do Vagh Gee" and the strange words that ran through my very being when I uncovered them. The Greybeards are exactly what you'd expect. Old men with gray beards. When I entered High Hrothgar they seemed to pay little heed to me... Three were lost in meditation, I guess, and the fourth one politely asked me to leave. I don't know why, but when I opened my mouth the strange words rolled off my tongue. "Pah werid sonaan Lunerio, wen yuvon lovaas meyz fo het ko vulon." A chill ran through my throat. I could see the monk's eyes grow for a moment and when I closed my mouth I saw the other monks had turned their gaze on me now. "I read these words and they seared into my mind." I stated. "All praise bard Lunerio, whose golden music became frost here in night." the monk said. "Who is Lunerio?" I asked, baffled by his response. "That is what you said my dear. It is dragontongue, the language of dragons. You have probably met with a dragon and survived then..." Well, Friend defeated him... I guess I stabbed it in the heart, but..." The monk looked quizzical and asked who Friend was. I told him of the encounter, the battle, the dragon engulfed in flame, the wordwall, the words... The monks immediately took to explaining what was happening to me. I am Dragonborn. Inheritor of the Atmoran blood and prodigy of the voice of man. Strike my previous theories, I wasn't even close... I was about to start asking any of a dozen questions that spilled from my curiosity, but the temple echoed with a deep rolling thunder. "Vos ek rahnd, zu'u hind wah tinvaak voth ek." "It seems our leader, Paarthurnax, has granted you permission to visit him. It is a rare honor, though in this age... everything seems possible..." Master Arngeir, the only vocal monk, said. A short trip through the courtyard and along a winding path up to the top of the mountain later I stood on the throat of the world... "Valokein joor, welcome mortal." "Zu'u los frund hi bo, I'm glad you come." "Aalkos hi vust fey fod ahrk tinvaak, maybe you could stay a while and talk." Perched on another wordwall was a dragon. I had frozen in my tracks the moment I noticed him, which to be honest had been far too late... Curiosity for the wordwall and blinded me. "You are Paarthurnax?" I had managed to force myself to say. "Hi los eldraag, you are surprised?" "Why me? Why can I understand you? Why does the sound of your voice comfort me?" "Us zu'u fahraal, before I answer, lig bolaav zey laan, please grant me a request." "Tinvaak rot hi doj nol vund, speak the word you learned from the wall." "Rotmulaag, the word of power." As his words sank into me I remembered the exact word that made my throat feel cold. I raised my head and softly spoke it aloud. "Fo..." A wave of cold air pulsed from my mouth. It washed over Paarthurnax and frost formed on his scales. "Grik fask zii, such gentle spirit." "Hi piraak avokei zahvos fah tinvaak, you possess greater potential for speech, fein vorey, than the other." "The other?" I asked. I was still awestruck, but the initial fear had completely vanished. "Is there another dragonborn like me?" "Vorey dovahkiin, the other dragonborn, gein tol sav hin lein nol Alduin, the one who saved the world from Alduin." "Rok kuz dez do lein, he carried the fate of the world, nuz fey ko Sovngarde, but stayed in Sovngarde." "So I am the only one then?" "Fah nu, for now." I let it all sink in for a moment. I felt no deception from him. Everything he had told me thus far had been steeped in respect. I suppose that was inherent to dragon-talk, but I am no scholar... I looked up at him, questions burning on my tongue. He tilted his head slightly, when I asked; "You said I have potential. What did you mean by that?" I asked. "Speak your name at the wall young one." he answered and turned his head to face the wall. "Thermis." I spoke at the wall and to my amazement two symbols lit up. "Thur iiz, Thurseiiz, Lord of ice. I will show you the Thu'um of Fo, Frost." Paarthurnax bellowed three words; "FO KRAH DIIN!" In a violent gust the entire wordwall was covered in ice. "Fo, Frost, Krah, Cold and Diin, Freeze. These word form the Thu'um of Frost Breath. The act of freezing, the loss of energy, but also the the shell that remains. Those who master these rotmulaag, these words of power, learn fine control over what they take... Do not be frightened, you will not be harmed." He turned his head towards me and bellowed those words again... Had I still any fear left, I might have tried to jump out of the way, but I felt safe... "FO KRAH DIIN!" he shouted and the violent gust engulfed me. To my amazement, the only thing that happened was in the wake of the gust a trail of snow formed in the air. It was nothing like the effect I had witnessed on the wall... After talking to him for a bit more, I noticed the sun was near setting. I thanked him for teaching me my name and my voice. He, in turn, thanked me for listening to an old Dovah and offered to teach me more of the language if or when I returned. On my way down it hit me that I'd probably never make it back down the mountain before the sun had disappeared. So instead I asked Master Arngeir if they had a spare room. He showed me a secluded corner where I could rest my head. Life, as I said, continues... 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"Call me if you need anything, but try not to wake me unnecessarily. Good night, my sweet..." I could feel her struggle against her bindings. I could feel the moment she reached orgasm. I felt her tire and fall asleep... When she nodded off I quickly and quietly undid her bindings. The gag had fallen from her mouth already, but she hadn't made a sound afterwards. I left the plug neatly between her legs. She had been able to fall asleep with it... Tomorrow we'd go and have a little play with Kjeld the worm. I cuddled up to Froa, the nights were getting longer and colder. For the first time in a while my mind wandered and I saw home. Oh, how far it was... How far, indeed... Day 5 Dear diary, I woke up Froa early this morning when I took the plug-harness off her. She was confused at first, but when I asked her how it felt she said it felt 'safe'. I laughed. "I wanted to show you how it felt to be tied up first, today we're going to man-handle Kjeld a bit. Just two questions before we do, where is his room and is his father called Kjeld the elder?" "Well, his room is just next to the entrance. He's probably still asleep. And yes, his father is called Kjeld. Have you business with him?" "I am looking for an amulet or locket with a small emerald decoration. He owes it to a friend of mine." "He's in currently in Windhelm, but I could take a look in his dresser for you..." "Great. While you do that, tell Iddra not to go near juniors room today... Go have breakfast and enter his room when you are done." Little Kjeld was indeed still sleeping. I say little, but he was an adult, who apparently had a rather childish manner. Tying people up is easy... Tying sleeping people up is challenging when you are trying not to wake them, but junior was certainly easier than Hadmir. That may have been in part due to his size... Junior on the other hand was a scrawny caricature of a Nord... I was pretty well underway when Froa walked in... "Hey I found your... By Ysmir..." The volume of her voice probably woke junior... Thankfully he was already caught with is limbs bound together in a hogtie. I gestured her to be quiet. Froa put her hand over her mouth and leaned back against the door. With junior nor awake and struggling the next part would actually be more fun. I had already gagged him with a slightly repaired head harness and his head was covered in the old black-out hood. I leaned in and whispered in his ear; "I hear you have been a bad boy, junior. You probably didn't know that there is a tax on bad behavior, but I'm here to collect your debt." Froa's eyes grew wide as I pulled the soulgem plug from my bag. A bit of spittle announced the onset of the invasion. As I pushed the tip against his sphincter and the soulgem started to react, Junior started thrashing about... Well, for as far as that was possible while he was basically helpless. Everything was muffled by the gag and hood, but he did not agree with his predicament. Protest turned to pleading as the head of the plug forced its way past his sphincter. Pleading eventually gave way for plain moaning... Just like the quick-and-dirty harness I had made for Froa I added a few simple bindings to keep the plug in place. All the while Froa sat and watched. "Now, I will tell Froa to go look for you, and when she finds you she may or may not be inclined to help you. I would be very nice to her in the future, dear... Because I know where you sleep... and this isn't the largest one there is..." I whispered to junior. As if by design the soulgem discharged a few random shocks and with junior having such 'fun' I picked up my bag. Froa let us out of the room and we sat down at a table. "Will he be alright?" Se asked. "That depends on who wicked you are, but in general he will be fine. When you do cut him loose, cut him out of the hogtie first. Then just tell him a stranger told you to go find him... Did you find the locket?" "I did, it was under a pile of clothes along with two others. You can have all of them. A small thank you for today... And for last night..." "I promised your mother not to break your heart, but I wanted to help you explore a bit. You just needed a bit of a push I thought. If there wasn't a civil war on I'd tell you to find someone and either bind them to you or let yourself be bound to them... Just be careful. There are a lot of scoundrels out there for a lady to contend with." The morning had not been lost to me when I made my way outside. Froa gave me a peck on the cheek before I headed back towards Darkwater Crossing. "If you find any good yet lonely men out there, send them to Kynesgrove." She said with a smile. "I will. Just you wait." And there I was again, on the barren plains. This time with a spring in my step and a song in my heart. The trip back to Darkwater was quiet, but not uneventful. I met a traveling sister of Dibella and a troop of hunters out by the hotsprings. I traded her one of the spare amulets I got off Froa for a massage. I told her about my ordeal and showed her the collar, the bruises and my belt. I got her pretty excited when I told her I wore the belt by choice. She told me of the order of immaculate chastity within Dibellan lore. A militaristic order sworn to guard the temples in times of upheaval. Fascinating in its own right, but I just wanted her hands on my body... At Darkwater I met the woman that had set me on this path. Her name turned out to be Tormir. She gratefully took possession of the locket. Although she invited me for a more elaborate 'thank-you' I decided not to stick around this time. If anything I was getting homesick... I felt like my journey had only just started though. It was a foreboding feeling to say the least. Tormir may have sensed my heavy heart and she didn't insist. Instead, she pointed me in the direction of Ivarstead. There was a courier that made trips through the ruins of Helgen to Riverwood with his carriage. The path to Ivarstead is a steep one. Darkwater is by the base of a waterfall. It is the last one in a series of a steep cascading falls which springs from a lake in the Rift. Ivarstead sits at the start of this cascade. Thankful for an uneventful trip I entered Ivarstead. One last glance into the Eastmarch basin made made well up a bit... Goodbye Tormir, Friend and Froa... Divines keep you... I walked into Ivarstead and the first thing that greeted me was a couple arguing... Great! At least there was an inn... I traded the last amulet I got from Froa for food and a bed. I spent the entire evening recounting the past few days. Here, in my journal. I want to remember everything that has happened. Everything has made me stronger... Disclaimer (thanks to thebookdesigner.com ): This is a work of (pure adult) fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.

Dear diary, Respect is everything. A Nord who does not know respect shall never know honor. The day started late. I awoke with a sore body from head to toe. Maybe because for the first time in... However long... I had had a good night's rest and a belly full of food. It had been rough thus far, but I was among people again. Granted, I still thought it wise to hide the only visible remnant of my past predicament. After a good stretch I packed my bag. I had tried to travel light, but in these strange past couple of days I had gathered a wide variety of things. A sharpened dagger of throat cutting, Friend' razor of dragon stabbing, a decrepit bow, that one single arrow, some fur clothing and some travel furs. I even had a few dragonscales that had not burned away. What I didn't have was gold. When I emerged for my room Iddra asked if I wanted something to eat. I reached for my coin purse, but she told me not to bother and to grab a seat at any table. She joined me and pushed a chunk of bread and a tankard of mead in my hands. "You look like a lass with some experience." She started. I caught myself before I rolled my eyes, bad manners would surely rob me of another good night's rest. "I need a favor of you." She continued "You see, my daughter and my step-son are not getting along very well. I've tried to tell him to stop, but I fear that his father spoiled him too much already." "And what do you want me to do about it?" I asked, rather perplexed. "He's probably not going to listen to me..." "I want you to speak to Froa. She needs to stand up for herself like a proud Nord woman." That was a surprise. I suppose I must have look like a seasoned hunter from the wilds of the Rift. "Few venture across the barren plains these days, even fewer women. You are maybe the third in this cycle of the moon to have come from there. So please, talk to her." She looked rather upset... A warm feeling brewed inside of me. "I'll have a talk with her. Mums and daughters of Skyrim, right?" He face cleared and she put her hand on mine. "Thank you. Froa is outside, gathering wood. She'll probably return soon." Before too long a young woman walked in carrying a bunch of firewood. From her manner you could gather that she was angry. Not livid, but disgruntled. She went up to the cask of mead, poured herself a tankard and sat down opposite me. "And who might you be?" She asked, clearly not interested in the answer. I think her goal might have been to intimidate me in some way, but there was a fine line between tough and posing. She was clearly not as tough as she would like to be. "Froa I presume." I said in a slight demeaning tone. "And how would you know that? Who has been slandering me this time? I bet it was that little worm Kjeld. Believe nothing he said. He's a liar and a coward. I can't see what mother sees in his father." "Your mother asked me to talk to you. She believes you need to stand up for yourself." I said before she started spewing more bile. "She did?! She has just stands by and watches as the little bastard grabs every opportunity to humiliate me." I was already starting to like this girl. So much will to fight, only constrained by a lack of means... "You know... this Kjeld sounds like he could use a bit of a lesson in respect." I said, unaware that my 'wicked grin', as Hadmir would call it, grew ever wider on my face. With a confused look she looked at me for a while. "And what were you planning to do to him if I may ask." She asked suspiciously. "I could tie him up for a while. Make him consider his stance on women. You know... Give his pride a bit of a beating..." I said. All of the anger and suspicion disappeared from her face, replaced by a surprised look. A few silent moments passed until she leaned in and in a hushed voice asked me; "Are you a dominatrix?" "A what?" I inquisitively responded. "A dominatrix. You know... a woman that has the power to enslave a man to her will. With whips and shackles and chains and a dozen servants at you disposal..." She blurted out... She looked curious and flustered... Mainly flustered... "What have you been reading to give you that idea? Actually, wait, never mind... I don't want to know. I know how to do some things, but I'm not this dominatrix thing if your rough description is anything to go by." She began to look a bit disappointed. I couldn't blame her. She probably spoke her thoughts out loud. "Assume for a moment that I am such a woman, what would you have me do?" I asked. Hadmir would probably draw comparisons to a spider creeping up on a butterfly that barely touched its web at this point. Hadmir was a lot smarter than everyone, even he himself, took him for... The afternoon faded to dusk before Froa was done talking. She had all kinds of amazing fantasies. Most of them feasible... Some just plain bizarre... She just needed a little push in the right direction and the right tools. Having someone that understands you would also help... "I'm sorry. You probably think I have been possessed by some for of daedric curse..." She said before looking embarrassed and somewhat hopeful. "You have a vivid imagination... Do you happen to have any reasonable lengths of rope? Because I could show you how to do some of the things you told me about. More importantly, I could show you how not to do it..." An innocent, naive smile suddenly adorned her face. "I'll go get some! My room is the one on the right behind the counter. Just grab some mead from the cask and wait for me there." That said, she stormed off... I walked over to Iddra and told her that Froa had invited me to spend the night. She looked surprised. "Well it's up to her I guess... Before her and before my husband there were many lonely nights spent longing for someone to told close... Please miss... Promise me you won't break her heart, like her father broke mine." "Her will needs a little fire, but her heart is be fine... She just needs the right man and a bit more experience." I told her in a reassuring tone which seemed to cause more confusion. "Then.. are you... two... not... going..." She tried to ask before Froa came bouncing in and abruptly dragged me along. Iddra sat there, quite confused... The door slammed shut behind us and Froa pushed me on her bed. By the divines she was eager... She literally threw a full coil of rope at me... and sat down next to me... So I measured out a few good lengths or rope and handed her one of 18 arm lengths. "All you really need to know are the basics. First, you half the rope and check its length..." It didn't take long for her hands and feet to be tied neatly in front of her. She had been watching attentively, but I think it was at this point that she realized just how helpless she was. It was too late to do anything about it though. I tied the rope ends to the bed, stretching her over the length its. From my bag I pulled the damaged gag and the soulgem plug, which had been left on and in me by their previous owner... I showed them to her. She must have recognized them because she started to squirm a bit. When I presented her the gag she hesitated a moment, but eventually took it in her mouth. Without the harness it wasn't much use, but this way she could always just spit it out... With a few leather straps I made a very basic harness and with a swift move I raised her skirt. Even while I was still strapping it between her legs the soulgem reacted to her arousal. It would continue to react to her and give her just a bit of stimulation. So there she lay. Unable to free herself... Well I say unable, but... I had not tied any knots on the bindings on her hands. She could easily extend her arms a bit and wiggle her hands free, but she was busy elsewhere. What followed next was a bit of deception... "Right, lets cover you up under these blankets. You won't mind if I cuddle up against you now, will you?" I said to her. I was tired, but I figured I could stay awake for a while longer. Froa would be nice and hot for a while. She'd be under the impression that I would leave her like this for the night. I wouldn't. If she got too uncomfortable she could always drop the gag and try to wake me... "Call me if you need anything, but try not to wake me unnecessarily. Good night, my sweet..." Notes: This writing follows a play-through using the following mods for the core experience; - Alternative Start - LAL - Immerslave - DD assets, integration, expansion - DD Cutting - Fill Her Up Also used, but not essential at this point: - Death Alternative - YMOYL - Sanguine's Debauchery Enhanced - Sisterhood of Dibella - SexLab Solutions - SexLab Romance - The DD Manual - Xaz Prison Overhaul The world this all takes place in: Using Hydragorgon's Slavegirls, Slaves for vanilla Bandit Camps by pchs and Valadarius' DD for the Masses II to create a setting where slavery is commonplace. Bondage is an integral part of society in Tamriel. A slave owner is obliged to provide basic needs by law. However, like everything in Skyrim, the law outside of the holds is upheld by honor... and there are enough honor-less lowlifes to fill the fields of Whiterun... My set-up is tweaked to be more Amazonian in nature than Gorian. Disclaimer (thanks to thebookdesigner.com ): This is a work of (pure adult) fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.

Note before reading: This entry has literally nothing to do with my playthrough, but I felt like adding it in because raisins... I'm not experienced in writing these sort of things, but I do hope it is well received. He never claimed to be a smart man. He was dutiful and proud, but smart didn't really run in the family. Then again, it wasn't expected of him. One does not approach a guard for learned conversation. They needed either the law or a strong arm. Hadmir held the guard post during the morning shift until mid-day. The area around Dragon's Bridge wasn't as troubled as elsewhere, but people came and went on a regular basis. Travelers to Solitude or traders looking to do business with the East Empires Trading Company. Once in a while he'd grab a petty pickpocket or obnoxious vagrant and toss them in the stocks for a day, but life was quiet. Hadmir had few desires in life, but he had set himself one goal. Though until now it had been unreasonably hard to reach. His goal was to wed a certain girl from his native village down to the south. When they were little he had told her he was going to make her his wife when they grew up. She had given him just one condition; he had to best her in matters of the heart, mind and body. Little had he understood the scope of this undertaking, and he had accepted the challenge with unwavering confidence. Kids can be mean... Fickle and mean... They can drop you in a pond one moment and share their lunch with you the next... Thermis was a little different. She'd never hurt him, but when she could she would embarrass him. It made him frustrated, but he'd strive to not let her catch him off guard again. She usually found something else to poke him with... Always one step ahead, but never out of reach. One day he realized that it was all a game to her. She was challenging him to be a better man now than he was yesterday and he would rise to that challenge. He may have come close on many occasions, but she'd still always be just that one step ahead. He might not have been destined to become a learned man, but he would at least learn a way to conquer her heart. When they came of age* Hadmir worked up the courage to ask her to test him. He was confident he could best her trial. She had accepted, but with a caveat. "It has to be worth my time. So even if you fail to impress you had better be prepared for... consequences..." She had told him. He had accepted this... What was the worst that could happen? Right... She told him to meet her at the stables four mornings from then. Hadmir was not your typical Nord. He was taller than most and built like a bear. Before he came of age he had always worked at the Solitude sawmill, though he had never aspired to becoming a woodsman. Hadmir could have easily become a carpenter, but he wanted to follow in his father's footsteps. He wanted to become a guard. By what hardly could be called a family tradition he would become a guard and uphold the law. His grandfather, old man Iverrig, had been a fisherman all his life. Hadmir's father had become a guard when the Forsworn struck out at settlements beyond The Reach. Hadmir would follow his lead now that he was a man. "By the divi..." flashed through his mind as his vision started fading. He hadn't even set more than three steps inside the stables when she caught him off guard from behind. He could feel her body pressing against his back... Her ample curves so clearly apparent... His lights were going to go out pretty damn soon and there was nothing he could do about it. A splash of cold water brought him back to his senses. As his vision cleared and he regained his awareness he felt cold and his arms hurt. Slowly his predicament dawned on him. He was standing under an arch in the stables. His hands and feet were tied to bars that spread them about a pace apart. The bar on his arms had also been strapped to the arch, leaving him standing. Furthermore, he was naked except for his boots. "Are you awake? Who would have guessed a big strong man like yourself would go down so easily." A familiar voice said. "I take it I failed your test then... I was ill prepared." He replied. "Very ill indeed..." "Are you prepared to accept the consequences?" She asked, probably with the most wicked smile she could manage. "My word stands." He replied, as he swallowed his pride. Hadmir was a man of his word. A man of principal. "Pray to Stendarr and I will stop." She whispered in his ear as she slowly blacked out his sight with a remarkably comfortable blindfold. "Open wide!" She commanded and presented a wooden bit to his lips. "It will make things a bit more bearable." He could feel her hands roaming over his body and for a moment she held him tight. When she let go he could feel a slim cane of stick making its way across his back. When it reached his bottom it snapped a sharp strike across. He screamed into the wood bit. Another snap of the crop, another muffled scream. After a while he lost count. The pain became less sharp after the first few strikes. Sometimes there would be a pause and he would feel her hand roaming the sore area's on his body. Sometimes it would be nails running down his spine. After a while he could feel her checking the state of his arms and legs. In a weird, but fascinating way he felt save. No blood had been drawn and he could take it still... She leaned in and whispered to him; "That was the warm-up... A big boy like you can surely take something a bit more... You can call for Stendarr now and this will all end, but If you take at least two times of what is next on the list there is a reward in it for you." Hadmir though for a moment, but he would not give in just yet. He steeled his mind for what was to come, but what hit him next made him spit out the bit and cry out in pain. A searing pain tore across his back, accompanied by unmistakable sound of a whip. Tears seeped from under the blindfold as a warm hand touched where the whip had struck. "Have you had enough?" the wicked voice asked... Had he? Everything screamed; 'Yes, Mercy?!' But somewhere, in his mind a voice said no. "Hit me!" he shouted. Barely had he fallen silent before the next hit tore at his body. Tears now poured and his voice wavered "Is that all you have! Hit me!" He shouted again. The pain was instant, followed by an exasperated cry. "You win... By Stendarr have mercy... I yield..." Through all the pain he felt her arms wrap around him for a few seconds. He could hardly feel a thing when she cut him down from his bonds to the arch. She carefully lowered him to a fur on the ground and sat there with him on her lap. After removing the blindfold she spent her time stroking his hair. Slowly Hadmir began to collect his senses. He was in pain, but he had never felt anything like the hurricane of emotions that were still coursing through his being right now. "You are... a very brave man." the wicked voice said. "You..." Hadmir tried to respond, but was quickly silenced. "Brave men win hearts." She whispered. "It matters not that you failed to win my body... this time... You've shown me the man inside you. The one that will face adversity head-on." "You truly deserve a reward." As she lay him down on the fur he could feel her hands roaming his body again. Before long they latched on to his manhood. He could have been forgiven for calling her a liar. From the start until the end she would give him no mercy. Before she allowed him release she would bring him to the edge and leave him there. Having ruined him twice she then devoured him entirely. Hadmir was not a small man... He was 'proportionally' endowed. As she released him it became clear that this time he would be allowed to finish. She swallowed his pride... He had been completely defeated... A he sat against the arch from which he had been hanging just a while before. Thermis had gathered her ropes and restraints and was sitting opposite him. "I believed you would take three..." She said. The wicked grin was gone. "I'm not like other girls Hadmir..." "This is what I have to overcome?" He asked, his voice heavy and exasperated. "I want you to be strong. Maybe I'm selfish, but I want you to be stronger than me..." She buried her head behind her knees as she sat with her arms wrapped around her legs. "You are one wicked lady... A real piece of work..." Hadmir scoffed. Thermis looked up. She seemed frightened... "If this is the bar you have raised for this challenge... Then I accept!." Hadmir exclaimed. Instantly Thermis started to glow with joy. "I will respect your wish until the day we are wed, but hear me, Thermis, the Devourer, the Wicked... You will remember the day I beat you!" That day they drew up the rules of engagement; If Hadmir lost another test, Thermis would pick another punishment. If he conquered either her body or her mind, Thermis would marry him on the spot... Fairly straightforward... Of sorts... Disclaimer (thanks to thebookdesigner.com ): This is a work of pure, adult, BDSM fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. Note *: The age of consent as enforced by law applicable to the reader. I, the author, do not condone abuse of minors. I understand that the views on matters such as these are a source of debate, but I draw this line in accordance with the rules and my own code.

Dear diary, I believe in working hard to accomplish my goals, but lately I find it increasingly more obvious I may have offended some deity or maybe a demon from Oblivion. The world is set against me. Throwing ever increasingly bizarre events at me. Working at our farm didn't require much prayer, but even in times of need we'd dutifully keep our local shrine clean and stocked for travelers. Not a thankless task, but we never expected anything in return. Today I made it to Kynesgrove, but what a day it had been. Though it started out pleasantly enough, I now remember it as a foreshadowing of things to come. The woman from Darkwater Crossing had pointed me in the general direction of Kynesgrove. I realize now I never asked for her name... Nor did I tell her mine... What was my name again... I'm sure Hadmir would have called me the Devourer and this point... Anyway... I had caught a bit of sleep on the edge of an apparent wasteland. The Eastmarch basin is a renowned thermal hot spot. Warm water spews forth from crevices at a steady pace and minerals from said primal waters are renowned to nurture ones skin. Alchemists are known to recommend bathing here to boost ones health. Once the sun had ordained to show its face I set out across the pond-riddled plains. Even though the terrain was jagged and uneven at the best of times I had covered a fair distance before the sun was at its peak. Uneventful was the morning... Until I heard a man shouting in the distance. When I went to investigate I could see a man running away. I could also see a cow with strangely familiar markings being accosted by three wolves. The cow seemed to be made of sterner fabric than the man... I decided to 'make my ancestors proud'. I'm not what you'd call a warrior and as I said before, I doubt I'll end up in the halls of Shor. But to be fair... The wolves were distracted, wolf meat is lean and I wasn't planning on going hungry any time soon... With the element of 'we're tearing at this cow' on my side my dagger earned its new name, Wolfsbane. With a dead wolf on the end of my dagger the other two retreated a small distance. I was prepared for them, but they decided to run away. Feeling rather pleased with myself, holding a dead wolf by its scruff I turned to the cow... It was then that I noticed what the wolves probably ran away from... How foolish of me to consider myself intimidating... Stood a small distance from me was a giant... He didn't look like I was offending his personal space... Which for giants is about a hundred paces in any given direction... But my heart sank when he started to approach... I could take a wolf or two, but a giant... One single blow from his mace would drive me straight into the ground. I admit I was too scared to move when he was all but two paces from me, but he seemed calm. He looked at me with large empty eyes. Then he looked at the cow... The cow with strange markings... "By Kyne how could I not have noticed!" I nearly shouted out loud. I dawned on me that some farmers bring offerings to the giants to appease them and stay them from 'visiting' their farms. This cow was such an offering. As I started to back away slowly, the giant stepped forward and in a single stride closed the distance. I froze in my tracks. I was sure I had offended him... While my heart nearly burst with fear I stood petrified. Caught between 'fight' and 'flight'. He reached for me and picked the dagger from my hand. He stood towering over me for a while, looking at the dagger. To my surprise he started laughing. He set his mace on the ground and detached a large sack from his belt. From it he took, what to him must have seemed like a letter-opener and dropped it in front of me along with my little dagger... I would have felt offended somehow, but I had a giant take pity on me... Hadmir will never believe me... not in a hundred lifetimes... At this point that day took a turn for the worse... In the worst way possible... ever... With a roar it made its presence know. From the sky descended a huge, winged, scaled horrifying creature. A creature of legend. A dragon. Old man Iverrig used to tell us young folk the lore of old, but I doubt even he believed that a dragon would ever roam the skies of Tamriel again... The dragon swooped down and picked up the cow in its massive claws. It then flew off to a rocky outcrop towards the center of the basin. The giant, slightly confused and utterly enraged, picked up his mace and set about heading towards the outcrop. Feeling slightly inclined to aid this big friendly giant I took notice that my body was still frozen in place. I have never been this physically terrified... First the giant, now a bloody dragon... Whoever I have offended really took the whole disproportionate response thing to heart... It wasn't all to long before a sense of honor, curiosity and a fool's bravery granted me control of my feet again... In the distance I could hear the dragon roar. I traversed the plains as fast as my feet could carry me and when I arrived at the outcrop I could hear the giant shouting as well. As I climbed the slope of the outcrop I came upon a clearing where the giant and the dragon were engaged in combat. The cow lay dead, impaled on a stone shard. The giant was staggering from a blast of freezing breath expelled from the dragon's mouth. Close to the entrance of the hollowed clearing lay the remains of men, clad in fur. Probably bandits or hunters from the region. Prey in the eyes of a dragon. One of them had a bow and a sinlge steel-headed arrow. So If I was going to make a difference I'd have one shot. I could never match a giant in strength and even he was having a hard time to say the least. So I hurried and got in position off to their side. The years spent practicing my archery on hares would be put to their ultimate test... "Don't hold your breath." Uncle Throm said. "Clear your lungs and keep them purged." "Look for the killing shot. Any animal, big or small, has a kill-zone where its eyes are. Hit the eye and you can take down even the largest troll." Those words had better be true uncle, or this could be the grave of Thermis the Devoured in a few moments... I thought to myself as the dragon tore in to the giant's side and ripped off a chunk of his skin. The giant staggered and cried out in pain and the dragon drew a deep breath... Now! I thought as I let the arrow fly. With a tremendous roar the dragon flailed about. I had caught it unaware, right in the eye, I had bloodied it... The giant, who had recovered his footing, raised his mace high and with a sickening smack laid waste to the disoriented dragon. Had it not been a dragon, its head would have come clean off... The giant then collapsed to the ground. He had sustained grievous wounds and I recognized that he would not survive this day. With the giant's letter-opener I skewered the motionless dragon where I guesstimated its heart would be. The giant had cropped himself against a rock. His face had turned pale and his big empty eyes were dim. The tear in his flesh he held tightly as the blood poured on the floor. I put my hand on his, though it was naught but a gesture. I had never learned anything more basic than the weakest of healing spells. It was hardly suited to stop a wound like this, but at least it would relieve some pain. The giant turned his head to me, as if to acknowledge my kindness, but turned his gaze upon the dragon's lifeless body before too long. He raised his arm and directed me to look as well. The dragon looked like it was burning. Its flesh vaporized as ember sparks from a hearthfire. The embers swiftly started making their way towards me and dove into my body. A warm sensation filled me as I absorbed the essence of a dragon... The giant looked at me and spoke in a deep voice, in a language I could not understand. He pointed at me and spoke his last words; "Do Vagh Gee". With that he collapsed. He had bled to death and there was nothing I could do. Tears welled in my eyes and it started to rain. After the rain cleared I spent some time collecting furs from the dead. I used them to wrap 'Friend' the giant's body. I had not got a clue as to the rites of passage upheld by the giants, but for me it felt right. I would stay with his body until night came and his spirit could leave his body. I assume my ancestors would welcome him If we do all travel the same road in the afterlife. While searching hollowed clearing I came across an inscribed wall. The markings were weathered and rough, but strangely alluring. When I cleaned the dust off most of the carvings I began to hear chanting... "Pah WERID SONaaN LUNERIO, WEN YUVON LOVaaS MeyZ FO HET KO VULON." "Fo, Fo, Fo..." My mouth went dry. When I tried to speak I felt intense cold building in my throat. "Fo..." I whispered and watched as crystals of snow formed around my breath. I remembered now that I heard something when the dragon roared. I heard this word... I buried Friend this day, I shall tell his tale and remember him as a warrior worthy of Shor's hall. May he be judged favorably for his valor. So here I am. Kynesgrove. I had snagged a hooded cloak from one of the other dead. He wasn't going to use it anymore anyway... It made my iron collar a little less conspicuous. 5 Gold for a bed, 2 for a pint of mead and piece of bread... Well spent I guess... I got to use the kitchen to prepare some beef cuts I got off the skewered cow... Something which Iddra, the Innkeeper, gave me a discount on a bed for... Beef seems to be a good trade supply here. I'm tired... I might just sleep till noon tomorrow... Anyway... Here's to you Friend, slayer of dragons! May you be greeted kindly wherever you have gone, just don't tell them Thermis sent you... Notes: This writing follows a play-through using the following mods for the core experience; - Alternative Start - LAL - Immerslave - DD assets, integration, expansion - DD Cutting - Fill Her Up Also used, but not essential at this point: - Death Alternative - YMOYL - Sanguine's Debauchery Enhanced - Sisterhood of Dibella - SexLab Solutions - SexLab Romance - The DD Manual - Xaz Prison Overhaul The world this all takes place in: Using Hydragorgon's Slavegirls, Slaves for vanilla Bandit Camps by pchs and Valadarius' DD for the Masses II to create a setting where slavery is commonplace. Bondage is an integral part of society in Tamriel. A slave owner is obliged to provide basic needs by law. However, like everything in Skyrim, the law outside of the holds is upheld by honor... and there are enough honor-less lowlifes to fill the fields of Whiterun... My set-up is tweaked to be more Amazonian in nature than Gorian. Disclaimer (thanks to thebookdesigner.com ): This is a work of (pure adult) fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.

So there I was... At some gods forsaken mine in Eastmarch. Still bound in various apparel. With a woman held with one hand and a dagger in the other. If only I didn't have need for the dagger... "Please miss. I have a daughter. Please..." She pleaded. In an instant the realization hit me that I had, for all intents and purposes, become like my kidnappers. She was just like me... It made me feel disgusting... "I'm sorry. I was expecting... someone else..." I whispered to her. She breathed a sigh of relief when I sheathed my dagger. I released her from my grasp and leaned against the wall of the shelter. "What were you thinking... I could have been any of a thousand cutthroats roaming this blasted land..." She looked down as if ashamed. "Look, I was hiding out here because I feared these would give folks the wrong impression." I told her and showed her the restrictive bindings that still held captive. She seemed shocked at first, though within seconds she nodded her head and said; "Those would have caused a bit of a situation for sure." "What happened to you?" she asked while she reached over with a strange curiosity. "Bandits or slavers I guess... They raided our village and carted me off... All the way from Hjaalmarch to here." "Hjaalmarch is indeed far from here." She said, still fascinated with my apparel. "If you help remove some of them I might let you keep them..." I told her in a playful tone. She looked up, rather startled. "You can have the gloves, boots and corset. They should be easiest to remove." After a moment of thought she responded. "I'll help you and I'll give you clothes, but I'd like to ask for a favor. You seem rather adapt at sneaking around unnoticed. I'd like you to get something for me from a nearby village." "Probably not something that someone would not miss, I take." I said with a slight smirk. "In Kynesgrove there is man called Kjeld. He owns Steamscorch mine. I used to work there. He made me do things... He said he'd throw me out if I refused. So I let him... He owes me. He owes my daughter. So, please." "Men..." I sneered. "Is there a quiet place where we won't be disturbed?" "Annekke took Verner to Windhelm yesterday to see an alchemist and I have been taking care of their house. The others sleep in their own tents outside, so no-one will bother us in there. Just wait for the campfire to die down. I'll meet you inside." And with that I just let her go. I was surprised at her sudden turn-about... I mean you don't get held at knife-point everyday... Then again... She was a woman scorned. Divines hath no greater fury... It was still a gamble, but she looked genuine enough for me to risk it. I was right on the money as it turns out... When the camp fell quiet I sneaked inside the house. There I found her with her daughter... "Thank you for scaring away the bandit, miss." The girl said to me and offer me a chair. Then she yawned and ran into the back room, leaving us alone. "I had to tell her something..." she said. "I guess you did." I replied while I started to undress. "I brought some lockpicks and some tools...And... Oh my..." She gasped as my dirty tunic fell to the floor. "Is that?!? Is that a chastity belt? Did they put that on you?" "This belt is my friend. It has kept them out. Well at least from the front." I said as I turned around and showed her the access hole to my anus." To my surprise I felt her sliding her fingers along the belt, but careful not to touch me. My smile grew wider. "Here." I said. "I'll show you how to pick these poor locks. You are going to have to open the ones on the gloves and the one on my back." I sat down on one of the chairs and quickly rid myself of the locks on my boots. I had been lacking a proper driver to turn the lock once I had figured out the pins. I then invited my host over. She had been watching quite attentively and now it was her turn to have a go. "To start, you want to feel around the lock. Find out here it makes the most noise when you finger the lockpick around in there." "Then, when you have explored enough, go ahead and retrace those points of interest and slightly twist the driver until the lock opens." I made sure to emphasis on the innuendo where possible to brighten the extremely serious look on her face while she was trying to figure out these poor locks. A smile grew on her face as her first lock popped open. "There, that was rather difficult." She sighed as she wiped the beads of sweat from her forehead. "The rest are probably all the same as this one. I doubt they used different locks." I said in an effort to reassure her and added; "Too bad the collar has a better lock. I'll have to have a blacksmith take a look at that." Like I had predicted the other locks came of much easier now that the pattern was known. As she helped me take off the corset I could feel the pressure releasing from my body. It hurt like all oblivion, but it did not matter. I was free again. Well... Almost anyway... As I stood, flexing my body in ways I had not been able to do in what felt like forever, I could hear her breath becoming heavy. To my surprise I found her covertly playing with herself. I hadn't been with another woman in years, but I figured I'd throw her a bone... "Now, as for your reward... I am at your service..." She looked up a bit startled, but as I lowered myself she shyly parted her skirt. "Either you don't believe in panties, or you were hoping for something..." I smirked as she looked away, blushing like a bonfire. "I'm sick of men... But I have been so lonely..." She whimpered. Before she could break in to tears I pulled her forward on her chair and buried my tongue in her vulva. She didn't taste like Anjar, that last girl to suffer my wrath... She didn't last as long either... I should have been arrested for attempted murder for what I did to that poor woman, but when time came to for me to depart for Kynesgrove she kissed me passionately. A spark could be seen in her eye that had not been there before. I wonder If I'll be renowned as Thermis the Wicked before this adventure is over. Hadmir might have been right after all... Thermis Manslayer comes to mind too... At least I got rid of those cursed clothes... Depending on how things will turn out in Kynesgrove I guess I'll be seeing her again. She told me to get a silver locket with a small emerald from a man called Kjeld. Onwards and upwards then... Have at thee cursed fate! From Oblivion's heart I stab at thee! Notes: This writing follows a play-through using the following mods for the core experience; - Alternative Start - LAL - Immerslave - DD assets, integration, expansion - DD Cutting - Fill Her Up Also used, but not essential at this point: - Death Alternative - YMOYL - Sanguine's Debauchery Enhanced - Sisterhood of Dibella - SexLab Solutions - SexLab Romance - The DD Manual - Xaz Prison Overhaul The world this all takes place in: Using Hydragorgon's Slavegirls, Slaves for vanilla Bandit Camps by pchs and Valadarius' DD for the Masses II to create a setting where slavery is commonplace. Bondage is an integral part of society in Tamriel. A slave owner is obliged to provide basic needs by law. However, like everything in Skyrim, the law outside of the holds is upheld by honor... and there are enough honor-less lowlifes to fill the fields of Whiterun... My set-up is tweaked to be more Amazonian in nature than Gorian. Disclaimer (thanks to thebookdesigner.com ): This is a work of (pure adult) fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.

Dear Diary, I woke up this morning to a chorus of birds. Cackling mad birds... I'd have shouted at them if not for that accursed gag. I had spent the night hidden off the side of a road in a convenient hollow. Sheltered from the wind, obscured by plentiful foliage and masked by the roar of a nearby waterfall. My shelter overlooked a small lake fed by said waterfall. On the other side I could see an encampment of sorts. Probably a mine of some description, but I could not be sure. Bound and gagged as I still was I couldn't just walk in there... So I spent most of the day sharpening the dull dagger. When it was finally sharp enough to rid me of the gag-harness When I did it became all to clear how long it had been forcing my jaw open... I fear I will be sore for days... Sweet was the first real food in my belly for days, but every bite stabbed at me. "What doesn't kill you..." right... Before long dusk had fallen. There had been people going about their day across the lake, but they all seemed to have retired to the lodge. I cautiously made my way to the water and attempted to wash away the stains. To the unspoiled it would just look like dirt now. Those with a keen eye would definitely notice... When I returned to my shelter I found a woman, dressed in miners clothes rummaging through my scarce belongings. As swift as these cumbersome boots allowed I twisted her arm behind her back and set my dagger to her throat. "Speak quietly or you might never wear a necklace again." Her struggling immediately faded. I could feel her heart pounding in her throat and wrist. "I meant no harm Miss. I swear by the nine." She whimpered. When I asked her where we were she told me we were at Darkwater Crossing in Eastmarch. Those damned bandits... I'd have to cross half of Skyrim to return home... I wasn't sure what to do with this unfortunate soul until I noticed her stifled moaning when I twisted her arm a bit. The way she responded, sat there on her knees and me leaning on her back, made my mind wander. Once, when I had traveled with my father to a farm at Whiterun, I had had such an encounter with the farmer's daughter we had gone to visit. I was never interested in girls, but she would grab any and all opportunities to try and seduce me... Tired of her advances I told her to meet me in the old stables. She was under the impression she was going to be in control when I moved behind her. Touching her ever so gently until she had let down her guard... She blacked out from mere seconds of being choked... Mind you, I had beaten Hadmir a few times this way... He loved strong women... When she regained consciousness I had already bound her up using a few old reins. I had propped her up against a saddle horse on her knees. Her arms bound tightly behind her back. Looking down on her I could see an ember glowing in her eyes. Confused and disorientated, but defiant. I suspect she was about to speak her mind, but she remained silent as I began hiking up my skirt. Without revealing too much of my person I removed my panties. I made sure to give her a glimpse of the body she so coveted. Having avoided her eyes thus far I reached down to her and pushed her mouth open. She meekly complied and obediently held her mouth open when I withdrew for a moment. Kneeling before her I presented her my panties, rolled up in a neat ball. Her face filled with glee as she took them in her mouth. I think she was expecting a brief fling, but the day was young, everyone was busy elsewhere and I was going to enjoy my toy-friend. Still avoiding her eyes I started to undress her. While both ceremonious and meticulous, I avoided touching her body as much as possible. She would have to wait a bit longer. As I exposed more of her body her breathing became heavy. Enhanced greatly by the make-due gag. Having finished peeling away her dress and having her maiden body fully exposed to me gave me moment for pause. Her nipples stood erect without ever having touched her. He crotch gleamed with arousal... I met her eyes again with a smile. There was no more defiance in her face, only glee. I leaned in and whispered to her. "Remember. You asked for this." I took another leather rein and secured it around her throat. Then I fed the lead along her back and between her legs. "Up!" I commanded, which at first got me little response. "Up! I will not repeat myself again." I exclaimed and pulled the lead taught, pressuring her throat and crotch. This time the response was immediate. She frantically tried to raise herself to relieve the sudden pain. Her muffled moans filled the stables as we both raised to a stand. Keeping the leash taught I forced her to stand on her toes, so for a while there would be no relief. I started marching her around the stables. I had found a riding crop in one of the pens which then became of use. "Balance on your right leg. Left knee in the air." I commanded, again receiving little response. A snap of the crop on her thigh made her scream. "Do it!" And she complied. "Balance on your left leg. Right knee in the air. Now." Another snap of the crop. Tears sprang from her eyes. She tried to meet my eyes, but I used the crop to turn her head and raise her chin. "Good toys do as they are told. Good toys don't get hit, often." I whispered to her. She closed her eyes and whimpered. Pulling the lead taught again while switching stances caused us to do a lap of the stables interior before the pattern had sunk in with her. By the end I had released the lead and only had to hit her every eight steps when she'd fail to balance properly. By the time we had done four laps I was standing in the middle of the stables with her on a loose lead while she displayed an adequate trot. After the eighteenth lap I led her over to a bench. She was sweaty and moist. Crop marks adorned her thighs in a bright red. I had been forgiving I mused, none of this would last more than a day. With a flick of the wrist I removed her make-shift collar and lead. They left behind nice, visible markings that would be hard to hide for a couple of days. With an open hand I beckoned her to sit on the bench. She must have been sore after all those laps, but the previous two days had been nothing continuous harassment on her part. I doubt she expected me to let up and lay on my back for her at this point, but after putting her through this much on our first encounter I thought she was entitled to some reward. I parted my skirt to reveal my nether region to her and set her down in front of me. I pressed my crotch on her bound hands and leaned into her. We sat there for a moment while she caught her breath. As I started moving my hands across her bare chest her breathing once again became heavy. One hand remained fixed on a nipple, one moved slowly down to her crotch. It wasn't too long before her body arced back and forth under my ministrations, but in her ecstasy I felt a tad neglected. She was far to aroused to notice I guess. Building to an inevitable avalanche, every flick of my fingers caused her to press against me with ever increasing force. Until finally she could take it no more. With her body quivering she screamed into the gag, which perfectly drowned out the sound. For a moment I tripled my own hand movement which made her whole body spasm and contort... I doubt she cared at this point... I doubt she had ever had her mind blown like this either... So there I was... At some gods forsaken mine in Eastmarch. Still bound in various apparel. With a woman held with one hand and a dagger in the other. If only I didn't have need for the dagger... Notes: This writing follows a play-through using the following mods for the core experience; - Alternative Start - LAL - Immerslave - DD assets, integration, expansion - DD Cutting - Fill Her Up Also used, but not essential at this point: - Death Alternative - YMOYL - Sanguine's Debauchery Enhanced - Sisterhood of Dibella - SexLab Solutions - SexLab Romance - The DD Manual - Xaz Prison Overhaul The world this all takes place in: Using Hydragorgon's Slavegirls, Slaves for vanilla Bandit Camps by pchs and Valadarius' DD for the Masses II to create a setting where slavery is commonplace. Bondage is an integral part of society in Tamriel. A slave owner is obliged to provide basic needs by law. However, like everything in Skyrim, the law outside of the holds is upheld by honor... and there are enough honor-less lowlifes to fill the fields of Whiterun... My set-up is tweaked to be more Amazonian in nature than Gorian. Disclaimer (thanks to thebookdesigner.com ): This is a work of (pure adult) fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.

Dear Diary, I needed to escape. From the ache in my shoulders and the ball in my mouth. From the straps that contort my feet and the corset that shallows my breath. I needed to escape. I have resisted this long and to give up now would be suicide. My world is blackened, my hands are bound, but a fire burns in me. Bright as the day I was taken from my home. War makes the lawless reign. The only comfort, the only blessing I had was a belt. Fashioned for me at request of my father. Troubled times and rumors of bands of marauders pillaging and raping their way across the holds were reason enough. I would wear it gladly. Father sent the keys away to family in Solitude. Mere weeks had passed before... I hope my family is safe. Frustrated they tried to have their way with me, but my forged steel protector defeated them all. They would instead sodomize me, but many were bloodied as my guardian punishes any but the most delicate advances. They were defeated and scorned. I was beaten and choked. They were bitten. I was beaten again... I didn't know where I was. I could feel nothing but the pain in my body and the cold of the floor. I don't know where I am, but I will get out of here. Struggling with my arms seemed to effect my bindings. It wouldn't release them, but they loosened to a state where I had limited use of my hands again. As I struggled to right myself I banged my head against a steel bar. As wormed my way beside it and explored around, it became clear to me that I was in a cage. Bound and caged, but not hopeless. The poor craftsmanship on the bars could be felt. uneven shape, tapering ends and sharp edges were a sheer joy to me. Never had I praised poor quality, but there is always a first. I think it was just before I abraded the leather binds that the first shock hit me. Those bastards had filled my person with a blasted plug, roughly tied in place with rope. I buckled on the second jolt. And the third. I would have screamed at the to of my voice, but all I could manage was a muffled moan. The fourth shock... I think it was the fourth one... I blacked out... Away with you accursed bonds! After I had awoken and had found myself in a puddle of my own doing I did away with the bonds that held my arms together. Followed swiftly by the bag over my head. I managed to move my blindfold up just enough to see my surroundings, but there would be no way of removing it until I got the head harness off. My sore jaw would greatly appreciate that. I could finally take a look and see what, up until now, I could only feel. My legs were wrapped in high-heeled boots that seemed to have locks everywhere. The corset that fights me for my breath and that gloves that dull my sense of touch are of the same design as the boots. These do seem like high quality goods though... Unlike the poor quality straps used to bind them together. My cell turned out to be in a dim lit prison. Cold stone all around and a wood frame with iron bars of irregular shapes and sizes. To the right I could make out a more solid looking door, but it might as well have been a low fence. I couldn't possibly keep anyone but the most hogtied person from escaping... A single simple wood bar held it closed, but not secure... To my left I noticed a bucket... a quick fondle at the ropes that kept me from expelling that blasted plug release it from its bonds. As I relieve myself of its oppression, a gush of my captors foul enjoyment leaves my person. Freed from its tyranny and relieved of its burden I decide to hang on to it... The nights did get a bit lonely since the belt... I had saved myself for the day I'd wed, but the farmhands never said no to a little rough and tumble through the back door. Somehow... I guess I'm glad Hadmir's 'little friend' had been frequent on my to-do list. At least I was accustomed to big boys now... Though I could barely keep balance on these silly boots, my escape was going well. The prison was empty, the guards were asleep... Dear Diary, I have killed two men. I killed them in their sleep. I slit their throats without a single ounce of hesitation. I doubt they were expecting to meet a warriors greeting in Sovngarde, but I fail to see this earning me points with Tsun when my day comes... But today is not that day. My gloves are bloody... My everything is bloody... Man has lots of blood to be shed... Like cattle... Father taught me to butcher cattle... I'd be a good Nord wife when I grew up... Skilled in farming the rough land and protecting home and hearth from the denizens of the wilds... Back then civil war was not expected. I went hunting with uncle Thorm a few times. He'd kill a few hares with his bow and then let me bleed them to save them from going bad. Mother told me bleeding any animal is all the same... She was right and man is just an other animal. I took their clothes and all the supplies I could carry. Damned be these boots. My luck seemed to hold as I made my way out of the prison. The final door opened up to the night's sky. I was greeted by fresh air, the smell of pine trees and a full moon in the sky. Never had the stars seemed so close as the day I found my way out of that prison. I don't know where I am. I don't know where the prison is anymore. I just picked a direction and ran. I have naught but a few lockpicks, 20 gold coins, a blunt dagger, an empty journal, a few scraps of food and the dirty, bloodied clothes on my body. But dear Diary, I am free. Goodnight, Thermis Notes: This writing follows a play-through using the following mods for the core experience; - Alternative Start - LAL - Immerslave - DD assets, integration, expansion - DD Cutting - Fill Her Up Also used, but not essential at this point: - Death Alternative - YMOYL - Sanguine's Debauchery Enhanced - Sisterhood of Dibella - SexLab Solutions - SexLab Romance - The DD Manual - Xaz Prison Overhaul The world this all takes place in: Using Hydragorgon's Slavegirls, Slaves for vanilla Bandit Camps by pchs and Valadarius' DD for the Masses II to create a setting where slavery is commonplace. Bondage is an integral part of society in Tamriel. A slave owner is obliged to provide basic needs by law. However, like everything in Skyrim, the law outside of the holds is upheld by honor... and there are enough honor-less lowlifes to fill the fields of Whiterun... My set-up is tweaked to be more Amazonian in nature than Gorian. Disclaimer (thanks to thebookdesigner.com ): This is a work of (pure adult) fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.