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Devious Butt [#stayAtHome] View File Fart, Piss, Burps and Love! Hi, It is my first mod. After few years as more experienced modder I still add (or remove something) - from time to time. Concept was very easy. Create something that works in background. I don't remember why farts - maybe becouse it is a little humiliating? ...I love humiliate people How to start? You need anal sex or insert anal plug (Devious Devices) - that's all. Whats you get? Mod is focused on few aspects: Body change - belly and butt inflation (check out SLIF). Bad Luck - Your farts can betray your presence to your enemies. Mod try to react to your gameplay. It's much more than linear math model. Many event's, scans etc.. So you get more than one sound's effect. This mod contain many micro sounds, effects etc make a chance to feel what's feel your PC in game. I love for example all moment's during sneak, when i try to come closer my enemies and I'm listening some sounds from stomach (gurgle) (mod know's what you want and it will try to break your plans) - I called it "Bad luck" and it is esence of this mod. To prevent it you can lock yours holes with DD plug's, use diapers to suppress sounds a little bit (you need patch) or craft catheter. Avoid bad people who can lock chastity belt's on you. NPC's reaction - some simple behavior at this moment. Oral burps - mod use own database to applay extra sound effects Facefarts - mod use own database to applay faceafarts during facesiting and some oral animations Oral burps for dev's: Future plans: More interactions but without quest. More stuff to craft. Im not going to create it. After BAC expiriances im burned. But if someone want to create crazy stuff im realy open :3 Burps in same way like fats and piss. Events? Supported mods: Diaper lovers (you need my patch!) - Diapers reduce loudness - so you can for example senak closer enemies. Skyrim SE @tznvlw created port (check download section)! Special thanks and credits for him! I don't know technical details (Im not tested this version but I belive that all is fine and it's a great chance for all SE users!) Credits: Yuni - Many translations and text ideas in gameplay part. ( If you see correct English text, you can be almost sure that it's Yuni's work Translations will avaliable in version 0.3 Temporary i'm using partly sounds from mod http://www.nexusmods.com/skyrim/mods/52614/ I'm open for ideas and corrections. Submitter skyrimfet Submitted 03/29/2016 Category WIP / Beta Requires SexLab Special Edition Compatible

COME AND GET IT. Flirtyfrtishes: BDSM is now available on LoversLab! Available for download on Patreon! My name is Ella Noir. I have begun the journey of learning how to mod. I have a very grand plan to create mods based on all the numerous fetishes out there. They will be a series of mods called Flirty Fetishes and include specific aspirations, traits, buffs, and interactions along with new CC and a lot--as long as everything goes as planned. The first mod for Flirty Fetishes will be based on the true BDSM lifestyle. I plan to incorporate aspirations based on the roles from the BDSM world. The Plan For Flirty Fetishes: BDSM: Personality Traits: Master, Mistress, sub, and slave Each trait will include its own whims, buffs/moodlets, and interactions. For example, a slave will have different whims, buffs/moodlets, and interactions than a sub. Master and Mistress will differ as well. In other words, the mod will include uniqueness for every trait. On a larger scale, Dominate and submissive traits will come with general whims, buffs/moodlets, and interactions based purely on the basis they either Dominate or submissive. I plan for the Dom/Domme traits to focus on features of training, discipline, punishment, rewards, and humiliations. The sub traits will display obedience, misbehavior/brattyness, vulnerability/embarrassment/confusion, and eagerness. The aspirations are undecided at this time. I am wondering if anyone has anyone suggestions? Tell me what would make your BDSM mod perfect and I will take it into consideration. Remember, I am learning so this mod will take some time. But I am a quick learner with a lot of time on my hands! Let's talk about it and while you're at it, wish me luck ? (And don't be shy.) ***Thanks to a very inspiring follower's suggestion, I now have a Patreon if you'd like to see content sooner along with voting! The more support I get, the more time I will have for this mod.***

Fall of the Dragonborn View File Fall of the Dragonborn What this mod adds(Right now) - Details in mechanics Humiliation System - Character will feel humiliation based on events sent to the mod. Exhibitionism system - character will slowly progress to like being naked. Armor skimpiness system(ASS) - Allows you to set your armors skimpiness, also allows automatic armor resize based on player settings that is based on character breast, belly, ass size.(SLIF) Upgrading from 0.61 to 0.7 Just overwrite. New game shouldn't be required. Upgrading from 0.6 to 0.61 Just overwrite previous install, no new game required. Requierments PapyrusUtil FNIS SexlabFramework Sexlab Aroused Sexlab Sexual Fame UiExtensions and all their requirements. Soft Requirements SLIF - Automatic armor resize S_L_U_T_S - Character will not enter break animations while in SLUTS gear Devious training - Reduces humiliation gain from DD items the higher trained you are in DD items SXP - Explanation in mechanics Devious Mind Break - Explanation in mechanics Separate Orgasm - Explanation in mechanics Skooma Whore - Explanation in mechanics SlaveTats - Required for Dibellan Defender Dibellan Defender - Will be helpful for naked gameplay. Realistic Needs and Diseases - Suppression support iNeed - Humiliation suppression support Mini Needs - Humiliation suppression support Milk Mod Economy - Break Event Simple Slavery - Break Event ==================== SSE Version Converted to SSE by Nomadaz Hentai Pregnancy - Explanation in mechanics - No longer a softrequirement until the purity flask is readded to the world. Fill her UP -Explanation in mechanics - No longer a softrequirement until the purity flask is readded to the world. Devious Attributes - Humiliation is based around this, will work without it though. - Devious attributes has been removed until I can integrate it better. Progress to 1.0 Green = In-game and finished/in a working condition Yellow = In-game, in it early phase Red = Not ingame/In-progress Core: Humiliation System - Bug Fixing/Finalizing Exhibitionism System - Bug fixing/Finalizing Armor Skimpiness System - Bug fixing/Finalizing Events/stories/Misc: Break events - In first iteration Npcs to handle SLSF region fame - In first iteration Purity flask - Concept Generic stripping events. - Concept Stripping chest event - Concept Known issues. 1. Once in game, you will need to remove and re-equip your clothes to get SLSF to register you as wearing clothing. 2. If your not running devious devices, SLSF may register you as naked while wearing most hats, to fix this open the SLSf menu and add your hat to the excluded list. Or toggle the 'Fix SLSF' toggle in the gernal tab of the MCM to on, and it will do it automatically. 3. The 'events' tab of the MCM has a lowercase E. It is a capital in the script. the mcm appears to just be being a dick ATM. Mechanics(including not implemented yet). SLSF = Sexlab Sexual Fame For modders - I have included a Access script with the base download. Authors note: Please keep in mind that the DEFAULT break is 100. Break represents the characters hardness to humiliating events. Whatever values you set should be based around the default break, so that when a character becomes hardened, it becomes harder to gain humiliation. Humiliation calculation: humiliation = 100*(Current event/break) Humiliation is stored in the faction: FotdHumiliationPerk - Yes, perk, get over it Exhibitionism is stored in the faction: FotdExhibitionismPerk - ? When the characters current event stat becomes equal to or greater than the break stat, the character enters the "broken" state To catch when a character experiences a break event add: RegisterForModEvent("FotdBreak", "Youreventnamehere") The character can experience 'consecutive breaks'. this happens every 200% over normal humiliation(MCM configurable), which is caught before normal humiliation is capped to 100. Whatever value you send will be added to the Current Event stat. Both non-unique and unique events accept negative numbers if you want to send an event that reduces humiliation. If for whatever reason you want to access the current unique events, here are the papyrus storages: Unique event names are stored using papyrusUtil, StorageUtil.StringListGet(Game.GetPlayer(), "FotdEventsName", int) to access the intensity of an event: int intensity = StorageUtil.intListGet(Game.GetPlayer(), "FotdUniqueEvent", int) - The intensity is located in the same slot in the list as the event name. Whats next? Possible future spoilers, read at own risk How to make SLSF recognize all DD devices: Use the FixSLSF setting in the general tab of the MCM -OR- This requires you to know how to compile pscs. Disclaimer: This is what I did to fix it, and it works for me. If it doesn't work for you. not my fault, promise. Open "SLSF_Monitor.psc". on line 284, add "|| PlayerRef.WornHasKeyword(Config.DDHeadDevice[2]" at the end. On line 299, remove the ';' Compile thanks To Ashal for Sexlab Fishburger for Sexlab aroused Murfk for slavetats and Dibellan Defender Versh for his framework m.skynet for DAtt framework. MrEsturk for most of the code for the random exhibitionist stripping Submitter SkyLover37 Submitted 09/06/2018 Category WIP / Beta Requires Sexlabframework, Sexlab Sexual fame, Sexlab aroused, FNIS, PapyrusUtil, UIExtension Special Edition Compatible No

Jarl Balgruuf kicked back in his throne and opened a bottle of mead. He had finally found a solution to the tax revenue loss due to the hardships that had plagued his city recently. And such an easy fix! The answer had been running around his city, drawing the eyes of his citizens in temptation for weeks now. All he had had to do was write one official decree and Whiterun had a new main attraction... ...the Dragonborn... ...the new Public Whore. The File is Up! You probably want to go here instead: Public Whore Summary The premise of this mod is as posted here: https://www.loverslab.com/topic/114261-public-whore/ The core notion is that the player character ends up brought before the court against her will, and declared the public whore of a city. She is then the public property of that city, and can be used by the citizens in exchange for money that goes to the Jarl. This isn't particularly story driven - right now it's more of another "system" that adds to the gameplay loop, though I wish to expand it's quest content with time. Requirements Hard Dependencies (mod will break without these): SKSE Sexlab ZaZ Animation Pack v8.0+ (post in the thread if you want a version without ZaZ dependency) Soft Dependencies (mod works perfectly fine without them, but was designed to have them): Devious Devices SlaveTats Sexlab Aroused Sexlab Sexual Fame Recommended (no interaction I just like having them with this): Spectator Crowds Populated Cities Towns Villages How to Start Introduction Quests (Whiterun and Solitude): asking Balgruuf/Vignar if they have any work for you will begin Whiterun's quest, and speaking to Vedia Belenus in the Winking Skeever will start Solitude's quest. Fame: acquire enough SLSF fame, or use the mod's somewhat less advanced built-in sexual fame system, and you'll eventually be declared public whore by virtue of your depravity. Alternatively, do enough heroic things and your forced prostitution will be an irresistible money-grab for the Jarls. By asking to start: speak to any one of the new Thanes positioned near the Jarls, and you can volunteer yourself easily. <More detailed instructions or user manual coming soon> Possible Future Soft Dependencies (I may add these eventually but it currently isn't on my to-do list) Sanguine's Debauchery+: as a possible way to handle enforced mode mechanics City Bondage: as a method of implementing restraints in the city Devious Mindbreak: where a high enough corruption will cause the PC to love the job

News desk: You will play as a male news co-anchor, Garrick Reynolds. You and your female co-host (Cassandra Hamilton) are both alphas that clawed your ways to where you are now. The new problem is that the station is getting bought by a big news corporation and there will only be one anchor when the sale goes down. Both you and your colleague will try to sabotage each other to get that coveted spot. Maybe your opponent’s college aged daughter would be a good place to start. The main gameplay will consist of a build your deck kind of system. You’ll start with a basic set of cards and the events that you encounter, the sex scenes that you’ll discover, and the decision you make will add or remove cards from your deck. You’ll also be able to mess with your co-anchor’s deck but she’ll get to do the same in return. Sex tags (present and future): M/F, F/F, humiliation, M dom, F sub, anal, incest(Mother/Daughter), mind break, exhibitionism, gangbang, prostitution. Screenshots NEW!: News desk [complete]: Available for free. - https://www.patreon.com/Pyorgara cheat password: Available for 10$. - https://www.patreon.com/posts/news-desk-52213069

View File Note: Do not Rush this mod or you might break the quests. Wait for the dialogue and all the prompts to finish. This is basically a female version of ffabris Being a Guard quest, with a less silly story involving... blackmail, mystery, slavery, humiliation, stalkers and rape. Brief Story Explanation Start the quest by speaking to any guard in Whiterun (within the city). Mods required - Unofficial Skyrim Legendary Edition Patch, SexLab, SexLab Aroused Redux, Dragonborn, Dawnguard, Heartfire, FNIS, XP32 Maximum Skeleton Extended, HDT Physics Extensions "Before the Storm" must be completed, or use a mod that removes the quest, such as Skyrim Unbound. You must be a thane of Whiterun, and you also need to have enough male guards available. Up to 4 are needed, depending. Problems by Priority The captain shows up invisible during Part 11. The Sleeping Giant scene between Gata and Orgnar will not play. Cum outfit will not stay equipped on Gata during A Guard in Distress quest. Grammar and story tweaking.l The first sex scene won't make sense. If anyone knows of an animation involving the player getting a physical or some sort of an examination, please let me know! Future Features Vanilla, voice acting. Quest Rewards. Installation Drag and drop into your data folder. Run FNIS tool. Activate the Esp in Nexus Mod Manager Update (From 0.93 to 0.94) Simply overwrite everything Quest Help & Questions Bodyslide Possible Conflicts Anything that drastically alters the interiors of the Whiterun guard barracks or jail, Riverwood Sleeping Giant Inn, the river edge between Riverwood and Half-Moon Mill, near North Shriekwind Bastion. Incompatible SkyRe Credits Being a Guard, by ffabris Static dishes and food resource, by Tamira Ready Clutter and Furnishings, by Lilith NOTE: Any and all help is greatly appreciated. I uploaded this mod simply so I can get help completing it. Submitter Jenova23 Submitted 01/16/2017 Category Quests Requires Sexlab, Dragonborn, Heartfires, Dawnguard, FNIS, XP32 Maximum Skeleton Extended, HDT Physics Extensions, Sexlab Aroused. Special Edition Compatible View File

Hey everyone! My name is Pyorgara and I am throwing my hat in the ring of making adult games. They'll mainly deal with corrupting, training, and degrading beautiful women into the main character's plaything. If that's your idea of a fun time, we'll be good friends. I've always enjoyed roleplaying and creating worlds for my players but never thought I would have the dedication to stick with a project long enough to do a full game. But one day like any other, I decided to give it a shot and 6 months later, I had my first game completed and I am now working regularly on the next ones. So here's my 4 games in order of newest to oldest: News desk: You will play as a male news co-anchor, Garrick Reynolds. You and your female co-host (Cassandra Hamilton) are both alphas that clawed your ways to where you are now. The new problem is that the station is getting bought by a big news corporation and there will only be one anchor when the sale goes down. Both you and your colleague will try to sabotage each other to get that coveted spot. Maybe your opponent’s college aged daughter would be a good place to start. The main gameplay will consist of a build your deck kind of system. You’ll start with a basic set of cards and the events that you encounter, the sex scenes that you’ll discover, and the decision you make will add or remove cards from your deck. You’ll also be able to mess with your co-anchor’s deck but she’ll get to do the same in return. Version 0.01: Available to 5$ patrons. - https://www.patreon.com/Pyorgara Hall monitor: You play as Mia, a wallflower with a will to be better. She never made any waves throughout high school. Didn't have much friends, didn't try anything and almost invisible to anyone. Now that she's starting college, she would like to re-invent herself to be more important but will she be able to or will her inner voice win and drag her down? You get to decide her path. Every choice counts! Fetish (up till now): M/F, F/F, Domination, Submission, Humiliation, Incest (sister/sister), Ryona, Public display, Voyeurism. Version 0.07: Available to 5$ patrons. Version 0.07: Available to 1$ patrons. Version 0.07: Publicly released - https://www.patreon.com/Pyorgara. Here’s some screenshots for your viewing pleasure: Soldier's life: You play as Payton, a captain in one of the armies tasked with destroying the ever growing hordes of monsters. You serve under Colonel Vanora, a powerful fighter and cunning strategist but known far and wide as an ice queen that sees her soldiers as numbers, not humans. With a quirk of fate, you find yourself promoted over her and now have the power to make her pay for everything she's done. Sexually, of course. Fetish: M/F, F/F, Anal, Domination, Submission, Humiliation, Ryona, Public display, BDSM, Stocks, Bimbo, Monster fucking, Puppy play, Striptease, Whoring, Gangbang, Watersport. Version 1.02: Game complete and download links are free. Here’s some screenshots for your viewing pleasure: Corrupting the priestess: You play as Marcus, a very successful businessman that is about to foreclose on a church when a very tempting offer is dropped in his laps by Aliane, the gorgeous high priestess. Fetish: M/F, F/F, Anal, Domination, Submission, Humiliation, Public display, BDSM, Bimbo, Whoring, Gangbang, Watersport, bestiality (a hint of it). Version 1.00: Game complete and download links are free. Here’s some screenshots for your viewing pleasure:

Overview In New Environment, you play as a young man who just got kicked out of his house. To avoid being homeless, the only option you have is to seek the help of your uncle. During your journey, you'll meet a lot of beautiful girls. Are you going to try to seduce and corrupt them, or will you let other guys take your place? Learn more Patreon page: https://www.patreon.com/Sedid

Camilla tried to get up. "What are you going to do?" she said. Her voice was shaky, almost a whisper.

Kamikaze Kommittee has 40 sex scenes in total, each with a unique CG image and its variations. Although there are a wide variety of sex positions and sexy outfits, the main focus is humiliating the heroines in sexually compromising scenarios. If you lose in battle your character gets beaten up and brutalized. The game has animated scene of men punching her in the gut and forcing her to deepthroat their cocks. Featured sex positions include the missionary and pile-driver, among other classic positions. You’ll watch Ouka piss herself from excitement, getting deflowered and impregnated by men she doesn’t even know! She just moved to this school and was immediately made into a meat toilet! Teachers, students, molesters, homeless and many more scumbags come together to fuck her up. One defeat scene shows Ouka stripped naked and brought on stage to speak into a microphone. The whole class gets to hear her confession of how she’s been raped countless times and become a cum toilet. Then, your class fucks you on stage, which gets broadcasted publicly. The humiliating sex is tied into the game’s reputation system. You are known as “Captain Kamikaze” before suffering all the rapes. Soon the students of the school will call you names until defaulting to mistreating you like the whore that you are. The game is very immersive thanks to mechanics that let you choose what happens to your girl. When the men ask if you enjoy being fucked, you can choose to consent and become a cum basket of your own volition. Choose “yes”, and you’re a whore for life, and the school is replaced with a pachinko parlor six months later. MORE INFO HERE

I looked over my shoulder as Whiterun faded from view, a city that had once promised such possibilities and had been the site of my greatest triumph now represented a humiliation I could never live down. Even should my form revert the memory of this would haunt me forever. Defeated by a worm of a man, exposed and lessened to a crowd of gawking strangers, seen as nothing more than an object of lust and ridicule, I needed some time away from Whiterun even if it represented my best hope of information on Therin. I had decided to do the next best thing and made my way to Markarth, where I hoped some of the familiarity that Belgarth had indicated remained and that I might acquire some further knowledge of his whereabouts or insight into his mindset. It was a tense journey, now seeming to be fraught with dangers. I jumped at every sound and every rustle of leaves. My usual watchfulness was replaced wipe eyed trepidation. The experience in Whiterun had humbled me in a way I had never thought possible. Whilst I still felt I could match an opponent with a weapon in hand I was no longer keen to put that to the test. <Still level 1> Yet for all my worries the journey had passed largely without incident, I had killed a couple more wolves with the aid of Masha’s steel shod hooves and killed a bandit who made the mistake of jumping out at me on his own. The fight had proven instructive, as I had already realised I could no longer rely on overwhelming my opponents and instead opted for agility, dancing around them on light feet, making them miss and slowly wearing them down with small strikes. My dagger Dragonsting held a wicked edge and even small quick slashes had cut through the man’s hide armour into the flesh below. What I also took from this though was that multiple opponents would prove a much greater challenge than before, I would be far more difficult to wear down more than one attacker in this way. Still I felt a little better, this contest providing a little of the machismo I had sought in picking the ill thought out fist fight with Mikael. I arrived in Markarth and hesitated between going to straight to the keep or trying the inn. In truth the inn was a better source of news, the patrons more likely to talk than the officials of the keep. Still I was torn after my recent experiences in taverns. After a moment’s more hesitation I made my way to the inn. Walking in I ordered an ale but sipped at slowly whilst taking in my surroundings. Talking to the usual sources and drunkards I learned nothing except how to dodge the roaming hands of the inebriated. About to call it a day and rent a room I noticed two familiar figures walk in. Belgarth and Helena took a table and some food, I wrestled with the idea of approaching them and confessing all but judged it too great a risk casually I took the table near theirs an decided to listen to their conversation. “- No Papa we can’t, he helped us!” “It’s not use Helena.” Belgarth looked around quickly, shifty as ever. I feigned a strong interest in my drink and called upon my recent experience of insobriety to pass unnoticed. “Therin has tracked us down-“ “It’s just a letter Papa, he can’t find us, we should never have come back to Markarth” “We still have silver here girl, silver we will need to start a new life. Maybe he knew we would come back, maybe he knows. His letter said he would leave us alone if we simply told him all we knew, there is not much we can tell him that he will not have already guessed anyway, we didn’t see him since we left Winterhold and-“ I had been to brazen in my eavesdropping, Belgarth had picked up on it, he ushered Helena to her feet and seemed about to move to another table when he looked at me again. He stared straight in my eyes and his own eyes seemed to widen in recognition. Suddenly he had taken Helena by the arm and was making for the door at speed. Could he really have recognised me when no when else had?! But then again, he knew that I would undergo changes, could he have guessed? I felt no choice but to follow him. Getting out to the street I saw him make for the gate. “Belgarth wait!” Straight away, as soon as the words left my mouth I realised my mistake. My recognition would have all but confirmed his suspicions. “So its true?! By the Gods!” He turned to leave, as he reached out to grasp Helena instinct took over: “Fuz!” My Thu’un whilst not what it was caught him off balance and knocked him off his feet, drawing Dragonsting in one motion I rushed over but then catching sight of Helena just standing there I hesitated. I looked down at the man as he cowered on the ground. Taking a deep breath, I realised that I could not simply murder him. “Belgarth I, I have been through a lot in a small space of time. I am not what I was, a price I am paying for helping you and your daughter.” The next words burned as they left my throat. “I’m begging you, please tell no one least of all Therin.” “Dragonborn… Unn… I am sorry but… for the safety of my daughter, I must tell him all. For what you have done for us I will be honest with you. But should you try to stop me again I will call for the guards.” Tears ran like traitors down my face, dimly I heard footsteps retreating into the distance and now knew that it was not only Belgarth that knew of my change. Rumours would spread, I just hoped that in people’s minds they remained rumours. As to Therin, I would no longer even have the element of surprise. Without another word, I turned from the pair that I had once rescued and walked back to the inn. I sat by the fire trying to decide my next course of action. I had learned nothing from the inn but decided it might still be worth trying the keep. I ordered a room and slept till morning, from there I made my way to the keep. Deciding against speaking to the Jarl and the usual courtiers I made my way toward the excavation site and the insane mage Calcelmo. “Hail mage, I wondered if you knew anything about a High Elf named Therin?” “That fake practitioner of petty parlour tricks? Yes, I know him…” And so began a long and clearly long overdue rant on the failings and inadequacies of Therin and his magical prowess. “…Swooping round here like he owned the place. Even those Thalmor lot kept a wary distance, not me though. He doesn’t scare me. Thinks being some high and might Thalmor lord entitles him here in Skyrim of all places! Ancient family my arse!” In a way that explained a lot, even Thalmor agents would have to respect and cover up for ancient nobility. “When did you see him last?” “Not sure he seemed to come and go a lot. Last saw him in fancy new blue robes.” “I was familiar with these and was about to leave before Calcelmo added: “Waste of money, paying through the nose for Radiant Raiment gear. Nice normal robes are all you need, it all cloth. It’s the enchantment that counts anyway. Arrogant bastard!” I had my clue, the Radiant Raiment, Skyrim’s premier clothing line located in Solitude. I had my course it seemed. Thanking Calcelmo I quickly made for the keep’s exit and dashed for the city gate suddenly keen to be underway. Making my way to the stables I leapt atop Masha and kicked her into speed. It seemed that I galloped the whole way and yet could not get to my destination soon enough. I felt if only in a small way that I was making progress in my quest while at the same time was desperate to outrun any rumours that may be making their way out of Markarth. I arrived at Solitude in the early afternoon, the Capital looked as grand as ever and I thought not for the first time how nice it would be to live here. I made my way into Radiant Raiment. This was a store I had never previously frequented, having little use for fancy clothes when I could spend my money on armour. I had heard of the aggressive nature of the proprietor though and realised I would need to seem an interested shopper to get anywhere with my questions. I had no sooner set foot in the store than a bored laconic voice pronounced: “My, my look what the Sabrecat dragged in. My dear you look positively awful! I would ask how I can help you but I’m really not sure that I can.” I didn’t quite know how to respond to this, as a man people where not aggressive in case they got their face smashed in but even as a woman I had faced little hostility, the looks of my new body enticing men and charming women. “I, ah I need something appropriate for the Blue Palace.” “AND how exactly is a wandering little vagrant like expecting to gain entry in the Blue Palace? Never mind, I will not waste my time, I assume you have money enough to buy my wares or else you can get out.” Dumbly I held up my purse, heavy with septims. “Very well, this way and be quick. The afternoon passed in a blur of silk, satin and lace. Yet once where once I would have been bored by the clothes shopping and outfits now I was enthralled, finding myself eager to try on each new gown and outfit. Enjoying the feel of the fabric and seeing the effect they had flattering my already alluring figure. Even the shop keeper’s negativity was unable to dull my enthusiasm till I almost forgot what I had come in for in the first place. It was not until I was paying up, having selected 1 gown and three dresses one of which I remained wearing that I remembered why I was there. “Oh, by the by have you by any chance had any dealings with a high elf named Therin?” “Therin you say? Why yes, dashing elf by any measure I must say it was a pleasure to serve HIM. Sometime ago now, I believe he had business at the bard’s college.” “Thank you.” I made my way to the door and from there quickly took my armour and new purchases to put with my other belongings in Masha’s saddle bags, leaving Dragonsting as well, not finding a way of adequately sheathing it above my new dress. A wonder of red lacey silk, sweeping down to my feet, firmly placed in high heel shoes that bizarrely I seemed to have no trouble walking in at all, I enjoyed being that but much taller even if some of my movement was compromised. I walked back to the city, blushing as I felt the fine, transparent red underwear pull further up my bum. The shopkeeper said it helped with the fit of the dress so I took her advice. I felt stronger in a different sort of way like I did the first time I donned armour. More than that I had taken a lesson from Mikael and Whiterun. Wearing armour had marked me out, presented me as someone pretending to be something. My new looks were not those of a warrior and people had resented me dressing as one, had been happy to see me put in my place. For travel and the wild I would need the armour but for the cities the dresses would a much better protection. Entering the bard’s college, the head, an older but still handsome Altmer named Viarmo, greeted me, taking one of my hands in both his and gently placing a kiss on the back of it. In spite of myself a small giggle burst from between my lips. “Ah but a beautiful lady straight from legend glides into our humble domain. Please be seated fair maiden, prithee explain how your unworthy subject may aid you?” Taking a seat at a table near the entrance, Viarmo sat opposite me. “I’m looking for a man by the name of Therin and believe he came here?” Viarmo frowned. “Indeed he did lady, loathsome man. Demanded copies of anything and everything we had on eternal life. He also demanded our only copy of ‘The Legend of Darlia, The Eternal Bride” “What did he want with these texts?” “He did not say, simply became very angry when I denied him. He told me he was of great import in the Aldmeri Dominion, I told him I had no wish to return there anyway. He then mentioned that he was the new court mage of Whiterun and so I informed him that this was solitude not Whiterun and that our patron was the future high queen herself.” The news that he was a court wizard in Whiterun was both a revelation and a horror. He may well have been there the whole time while I made a fool of myself with Mikael. Before I left I thought I may have an opportunity to glean more information so asked about Viarmo about The Legend of Darlia, The Eternal Bride. “It is an ancient play lady though we believe based on real events. Once long ago there was a powerful sorcerer named Prospero who sought eternal life but more than this he realised the danger of loneliness, watching all those he cared for age and die. He searched for his perfect partner, it was not enough for him to share eternal life for what if, over the passage of time she began to resent him or look another way. He sought a means to bind her to him, to make their marriage contract more than a formality. He needed a way to make her subservient to him for all eternity. He, through research learned that he needed a girl who had the means to hold more than one soul. How he discovered this is forever shrouded in mystery and indeed the testing of it is only vaguely hinted at in the play. In the end he found the woman Darlia, she was a summoner of some considerable power, perhaps even otherworldly power. Prospero found her, abducted her and took her to his castle. From there he began to seduce her for the magic would only work if she entered into the contract willingly.” “Why would she do this? How could someone tie themselves to another for all eternity, not only that but in a lesser role? What as the nature of this subservience?” “Hmmm, you know if you are keen to know more, the best way to become familiar with the tale is to act it out. Would you be interested? I believe you would make an excellent Darlia and I myself am a fair Prospero.” Having found out where Therin was I wasn’t sure that I had time to waste acting out plays, what information I could get of use I probably already had. And yet it sounded kind of fun, the last few weeks had been a blur of misery and humiliation, I needed something positive. “Ok, it sounds fun although I may be pushed for time, maybe we could just do the last scene or two?” “No problem, follow me.” Viarmo led me up some stairs to an area that looked almost like a chapel, we passed a couple of others on the way but thet offered me no more than a small look before going on the way. Viarmo disappeared for a minute to retrieve the text before appearing again. He handed me the text and showed me where to read from saying he had his own lines long remembered. “Prithee Prospero what’s dost thou wish from me? To spend an eternity your slave when I could have a full life of mine own. That I might abandon those that I love and that love me to pursue this fool errand?” Viarmo began to pace, seeming to build up momentum as he spoke. When I looked closely at him his face seemed to belong to another, gone was the charming old academic and replaced by the stern power of the sorcerer Prospero. “Hear me Darlia, I offer thee salvation! Freedom and eternity can be thine if only thou would but agree to submit, to be mine. Tis the only way we can be together forever, mutual binding. By this gem of power I can forge us together, make us anew. Think what we may achieve? Think what we could offer the ages, the good we could do!” “Yet you would have me the lesser, would have me lessen myself to make you the greater! What love in obedience? What tenderness in asking submission?” “Dost thou not trust me, do you take me for a villain, a knave that would misuse you or this gift. This submission is your demonstration of devotion, nothing more. Submission, allowing me into you wholly is the only way the magic can work. Only through this magic can we truly work. I show you my character in this kiss, in this kiss I submit my being to you. I will offer you my soul to hold and examine. Destroy me if you find it wanting!” Unexpectedly at this, Viarmo leant down and kissed me, gently at first but then with rising passion. Wrapping my arms around the back of his neck I pulled him close before I could question any further. Our kissing became more frantic as hands grasped and caressed. I found myself in his arms, being carried through the college and suddenly not caring if anyone should see. It had been too long since I had sex, right now I felt this to be right. To hell with over thinking the gender issues at play. I found myself in his bedroom, still in character he threw me to the bed, in one swift motion he pulled my dress away, miraculously not tearing any buttons leaving me laid with exposed breasts and the transparent light red lace panties. These caused him to pause, and I noticed him come back to Viarmo. “This I would like to enjoy as myself.” He pulled off his own clothing revealing a large and very ready member that held my full attention. Gently climbing atop me he began to plant kisses on my face, my eyes, my mouth my cheeks then to my neck where he began to gently nuzzle. All the while his hands caressed me, one grasping my leg, the other working the nipple of my left breast. I began to release soft moans, involuntarily gyrating my hips, my eyes half closed in sheer bliss. His kisses continued down. Pausing at my right nipple, suddenly I felt a small explosion between my legs as I orgasmed, the red panties now sopping wet, my thighs wet and sticky. His kisses travelled again taking them down along my belly until he reached the fabric of my undergarmnets. At first he seemed content to kiss me through them, when without warning he pulled them down so that they remained hakf way down one leg with the other completely removed, my mound now utterly free, wet and ready. I moaned again as he probed with his tongue, working patiently all around the edges before darting toward my clitoris. Once again I climaxed and then again, awash in pleasure I felt a cutting disappointment as he moved his face away from my lower half only to realise a thrill of anticipation as he lined up his cock. He leant in for one more kiss, the taste of my love fresh upon his lips. Then he entered me, it was like nothing I had ever experienced before. There was a momentary pause as he reached my hymen, a smile formed on his lips before he thrust through it. “It, it hurts…” “Just for a moment my sweet, I promise the pain will turn to pleasure soon enough.” He was right, I could already feel my desire rising again, his thrusts were gentle but insistent, my own body rose to meet each one, tingling going through my whole being. “More… please… give me… more… ahhhhhhh” He began to quicken his pace, his hands now grabbing me more firmly, he pulled one of my breasts into his mouth where he sucked greedily away. I found myself lost in ecstasy, another orgasm screamed out of my throat, my whole body trembling, demanding. He had begun to become lost in his own pleasure, satisfied in my complete satisfaction he sped up further, small grunts now escaping his throat, his passion rose to a crescendo as he now pounded at me furiously. He burst out with a yell his cum shooting into me, filling me. The warm sensation brought me another climax of my own. He shuddered, thrusting a few more times. Hot semen continuing to flow into me. And then it was over, he gently rolled off me, instinctively I snuggled into the crook of his arm, one hand stoked my hair, the other my belly. After some time like this we fell asleep. I awoke to night-time, he, already awake, looked down at me with a smile before handing me a damp towel. I stood up and quickly wiped myself over, the towel coming away red with my maiden blood as well as semen. I climbed back into the bed and his embrace, wanting to enjoy the moment. After some time of comfortable silence I found my voice. “So did Darlia accept Prospero’s contract and bind herself to him?” “She did, knowing her ability to hold souls Propero handed her his own through their kiss, he put himself at her complete mercy and allowed her to judge the worth of his soul. She found him worthy and agreed to his marriage contract, he having submitted to her she now submitted to him.” “And then?” “Well, surely you can guess. The play is a tragedy after all, when Prospero handed her his soul he used his own power to hold a part of it back, the darker part. Subjugating her he combined their powers and wreaked havoc across Skyrim for decades until at last he was stopped by a man believed to ancestor to Tiber Septim.” “And Darlia?” “She was bound to Prospero, when he died, she died. Though some believe it was not magic that killed her but a broken heart. Whatever his deception, she still loved him.” “I thought you were going to pick the last scene. Don’t suppose you picked that one for any reason at all?” I took any sting from my word with a sly smile. He answered with a smile of his own, this then vanished and he took on an almost nervous expression. “Perhaps, erm there are other scenes later. Representations if you will.” His voice had become deeper and husky. “Of course on stage we demonstrate such things through symbolism” Feigning innocence I asked: “Oh, what other scenes, what things? How would you represent a ‘binding love contract’?” “Well I, that is, I have- no you will think me decadent!” “You want to tie me up.” He looked down seeming ashamed with himself. I had been too long under others control and power, to knowingly make myself helpless before seemed absurd and yet I felt a tingle of excitement. I laid back with exaggerated care. “Well, what are you waiting for? Go and get your rope.” At that he practically leaped to his feet, crossing to a side cupboard he emerged holding some rope, but also a blindfold, a leather device with a ball and fastenings and a short leather switch. Trepidation filled me for a moment once more outweighed by excitement as I felt a dampness begin again at my legs and found there were certain things I enjoyed about being a woman. I allowed him to blindfold me, he then attached the ball device to my mouth, it acted as a kind of gag before binding me to the bed so that I could only move my hips and just to say wiggle my arms and legs. Viarmo took on the voice of Prospero and I knew that he was now in character, “Now dearest Darlia, you are mine, mine for eternity. Yet your hesitation wounded me, you must be punished.” A thrill of anticipation shot through and a now familiar dampness between my legs. Helpless, I stared into the dark of the blindfold and waited. He teased me with the switch, running it gently along my body, rubbing my breasts before using its head to massage between my legs. I let out a soft groan through the gag. Out of nowhere a sharp pain lanced across my legs, then another on my arm, then the other arm. I tried to gasp but could only gag and choke before the next blow struck by right breast, then the left. The blows rained down faster and faster. I could only writhe against my bonds, my muffled screams drowned by the sound of the switch. A blow landed between my legs, then another and another. I came, just as the fourth blow landed and then they stopped. I lay panting raggedly, slick, sore and satisfied. “You bore that well my dear and now… your reward.” He entered me again, but in contrasts to the switch and indeed even the desperate passion of our first lovemaking, here he was gentle throughout. Small, almost timid thrusts drew me steadily to new levels of pleasure. All too soon it was over, both of us utterly spent. Tenderly he unbound me and once more we slept in one another’s arms. The next morning, he walked me to the door, handing me the small stylish pack I had taken to carrying around. “I can see that you are set on this path but be weary of that snake Therin. I know little of the man or your history but he does not strike me as a man to cross lightly. Keep yourself safe, know this, for one untrained you made an excellent Darlia. If ever the open road grows tiresome know that you will have a place at the bard’s college.” “Thank you Viarmo, who knows what the future holds? Thank you for everything, the information you gave me is of great help but our night together, that has remade me.” We had one last, lingering kiss before I made my way out of the college and out of Solitude. I quickly changed into my armour behind the stables. Opening my pack to make sure I had everything I found a small, familiar ancient looking text with a letter attached: ‘To my darling Darlia, To a man who has spent a lifetime peddling grand pronouncements, who has orated moving speeches, given life to poetry I am horrified to confess that I cannot put into words what our evening meant to me. That a darling rose as you, in the early bloom of life should honour me with loves first kiss has moved me beyond all reason. I may never be adequately able to thank you but I hope this humble gift may prove some small measure of my esteem. Yours eternally, Your Prospero.’ With tears in my eyes I quickly flipped through the copy of Darlia, the Eternal Bride. Wrapping it in a watertight cover I replaced it in the small pack. I climbed atop Masha, ready to be off before I lost my nerve and stayed here forever. I had not been long on the road when I encountered a Khajit caravan. Hailing them it seemed that they too were heading toward Whiterun. Judging there to be safety in numbers I joined them. We made good time, the Khajit had a wealth of wonderful stories, all filled with the most outrageous lies. It was me that spotted the tell-tale signs of ambush, from the perfect setting of overlooking bushes to the eerie too quiet of the road. “Ambush!” The Khajit scrambled to position, an arrow striking where the leaders head had been a second ago. The bandits rushed out, equal to our number. They were ill equipped and with the advantage of surprise gone they should have abandoned the attack but still they rushed out. I faced off against a bandit thug with a rusty looking greatsword. I waited for his attack, once he committed I took a step back, his attack fell short but his added momentum brought him close to my range, dashing forward I landed two clean slashes with Dragonsting before whirling away to his side. Instinctively he tried to bring the greatsword around for another attack which is what I had been waiting for. I kept turning to the right and again his attack missed leaving him unbalanced. I hamstrung him with one attack before slashing across his throat with the other <level 1> panting I looked around at my companions. Whilst I had certainly fought well this was the kind of opponent once completely below my notice and it seemed now that even success in battle brought me no great strides forward as it once had. Even before becoming the Dragonborn successful battle had seemed to physically and mentally unlock something within me. Now I just felt tired. I would have to either get my old form back or learn to rein in my ambitions and accept my new place in life. These thoughts weighed heavily on my mind as I walked into Whiterun. I had changed again, this time favouring a simpler light blue dress as the sensibilities of Whiterun were less ostentatious than those of Solitude, a simple white thong lay underneath. My mind still troubling me I decided to be honest with myself and accept that even if I could find Therin his power and ability to cosy up to those in authority may make it impossible for me to force him to undo the damage that had been done. I wiped away a tear at the first true realisation that I could be stuck this way. With this in mind I knew I would have to build bridges with people, I owned a home here in Whiterun and with changing fortunes may never earn enough to buy another home elsewhere. Resolved, I walked toward the Bannered Mare, curious looks followed me as I was recognised. Walking into the common room I noticed Mikael just finishing a song: “For the age of aggression is just about done.” I walked straight toward him, out of the corner of my eye I noticed a man nudge and wink at his drinking partner. “Why look who it is, the girl who wanted to play at being an adventurer until she took a dive in the mood and was stripped before the whole city! I see you are now in a dress, it seems I showed you your place, or are you here for a rematch?” Despite his words there was a slight nervous tremble to his free hand as if expecting a fist to flash across his jaw. Instead of this I offered him a meek bow, my hands clasped submissively below my waist. It burned me to do this but I needed a resolution with Mikael if I would make a life here, the only other way would be to win a fist fight which after last time I would not risk again. A second loss would ruin me. Still in my bow, my face pointed at the floor I spoke: “I… I, haaah… I am here to apologise.” I noticed the trembling in his hand stop. “I lashed out at you, misjudged you and your intentions. I was foolish and out of line. You taught me a valuable lesson and in truth I am grateful to you. Truly I beg your pardon, please?” I was aware of him staring down at me, also suddenly aware that the top of my bosom was straining against the dress. My face flushed. The whole tavern had gone deathly quiet and the silence seemed to last an age. “Hmm your words seem sincere and yet…” My heart sank. “… And yet your posture needs work. You beg you say? That doesn’t look like begging to me.” Making myself a further source of ridicule had not been my plan, if I were to walk away now people would probably sympathise with me. I had after all come here on good faith but then I judged the mood in the room. Whatever the rights and wrongs I sensed that they wanted more, the entertainment had just begun, if I were to walk away I would ruin that. Any spreading word of me would not be flattering. Just one more indignity might yet yield another route for me should I need it. Pausing only a moment longer I sank to me knees, and looked up at Mikael to wait his cue. “Well, did you have something you wanted to say to me?” Light laughter echoed in the silence. Just over Mikael’s shoulder I noticed Uthgerd looking on in disgust. With a stab of guilt, I continued. “Please, I wronged you I beg of you to forgive me.” I stared into his cruel, petty eyes. My self-loathing outweighing any anger I felt toward him. I was only dimly aware of the tears streaming down my face. “Kiss my feet and we shall call it even.” He laughed. Once more I decided I would yield, yet as I reached toward his foot he backed away and walked a few steps away from me. “Crawl.” The laughter was louder now, taken up by more throats. And so I crawled. I had hoped that the new form would shield me, that I could pretend in my mind that it was not me. It was not me crawling, it was not my choice but that of somebody else. Yet, placing a kiss on his feet, I knew that this in some way represented a small part of myself that had been locked away. Overwhelmed by machismo and warrior machinations this passive side of myself had never had chance to grow. But the warrior in me was now cursed and the suppressed submissive part had grown. No sooner had I placed the kiss than I jumped to my feet and ran to the exit. Desperate to get away, I ran all the way to Breezehome yet could not outrun the shame that followed me. I did nothing for the rest of the day. I slept a fitful night before leaving on the morning, heading to the market. Yet it seemed my foolish gambit had paid off. Sure, there were mocking smiles and snide chuckles, these were outdone by looks of sympathy. I had, in a hard way earned a place for myself in Whiterun should I need it. A part of me still hoped I would not need it and I focused on what I had come here to do. Find Therin and persuade him somehow to change me back. I made my way to Dragonsreach and sought out the court mage Farengar. “Excuse me, have you by any chance seen the mage Therin?” “Therin? Why do people always ask for Therin? I have been the court wizard here for ten years now and suddenly this stranger swans in and the Jarl ups and decides I need help. That I am distracted by my ‘obsession’ with dragons. Obsession?! When they are swooping in left and right, people sucking their souls out. That’s not an obsession that is current events. He’s sneaky mark me, seems to spend a lot of the Jarl’s gold. All on magic protection for the city he says, will cut a dragon right out of the air. HA! I know his-“ I realised I would need to cut him off or be there all day “Ye,s but have you seen him recently?” “Sure, he’s where he always at, up top on the balcony. Says his Sky defence research works better there. Say, what’s your interest in him anyway?” “My interest is my own, I’ll be going now.” I sensed that I had not dissuaded him from prying further, no sooner had I turned away from him than I heard him move quickly away toward the Jarl’s throne room. Moving quickly myself I reached the balcony and walked forward to see a figure in blue robes. I had brought Dragonsting with me. Seeing him look busy I picked up a nearby tray and made believe I may be a serving girl and walked toward him. As I got within ten feet however I stopped. My body suddenly unable to move, a paralyzing spell had me held tight. “Ah Dragonborn, you have arrived. You were… taller when last we spoke? Hahaha” I couldn’t tell what annoyed me more. My sudden paralysis or his laughing at his own jokes. The spell began to wear away but I knew that the paralysis had simply been a display of power not a genuine need for caution. “If you would be so kind as to throw your dagger over here” Again this was a mere power play but I complied having no other recourse. “I must confess I was shocked when I received Belgarth’s letter, don’t judge him he is after all just looking after his daughter. That the mighty Dragonborn had been transformed such. I knew my former apprentice was incompetent but I could not have guessed that he would do this to you?” “So you set this all up?! How, why?” “I’m just supposed to tell you my plan? Very well, it’s so rare I get chance to be honest with people. Since I was a boy I have been obsessed with eternal life. Living forever as the Altmer of ages past did. So I began to research using my family’s wealth and power to accumulate resources and papers that I may have needed. Eventually I was led to the legend of Prospero, the Nordic sorcerer who had achieved eternal life. This brought me to Skyrim. Through my research at Belgarth’s manor I realised I needed the essence of a hero and so allowed Belgarth to escape knowing he would track down the lands most renown warrior. He had often talked of you with his daughter Helena in excitement as they heard the latest bard songs and tales of your exploits. What I had not planned was for you to best me, luckily, I always have a contingency; the curse. Knowing your only solution would be to go to the mage college and seek out my errant apprentice the only thing he could do would be to extract your essence into a soul gem. I had believed the process would kill you but here you are.” “Please, change me back. I’ll do anything. I-“ He was shaking with laughter. “Change you back? Priceless. Once I learned of your survival I had thought you might seek me out with such a hope, though in truth I did not expect such a lovely transformation.” “Are you saying you won’t or can’t” “Both. The essence needed to change you back I have every intention of using to secure my own immortality. It has taken me years to research and find the missing pieces, only this remains. That is the won’t. But my dear, you do not realise how lucky you were to survive the process the first time around. Even cursed your body, mind spirit and soul were still strong. Any attempt to undo what has now been done, in your current form, would kill you. You no longer have the vitality to survive being stripped back so far.” I was not aware at what point during this revelation. Utter defeat washed over me, to be stuck this way for my remaining days. My grand destiny gone, so much of purpose defeated. To be a permanent object of lust. I was crushed by the impending fate, of having to choose to simper or be put down. Vaguely I became aware of him speaking again. “- I will ask you again where is it? Where is the soul- hmm could it be that you were stupid enough to bring it with you?” He reached for my little pack, I did not even try to stop him opening it up he lifted out the soul gem and cried in triumph. “THIS IS IT? AFTER ALL MY YEARS OF SEARCHING! AND- wait, what have we here?” He rummaged further and pulled free the book given to me by Visarmo and began to read the note “My, my, my Dragonborn perhaps you should be thanking me for your change hmm? It seems you have derived some pleasure from it, and what gift has he give- this is it?” He pulled it open, the page naturally falling on the last read scene. “You know, there was a second part of my plan, for what is eternity without someone to share it with. I knew that within this play lead the secret to finding a woman suitable. Helena, beautiful as she was resisted any spell of control. Yet this makes perfect sense, someone that can hold more than one soul? Why you would simply need to place a dominant piece of your own within the bride and- now who do I know that can hold more than one soul. Oh Dragonborn, it seems my interest in you has just begun, and you have handed it right to me. To think how much of the fool Jarl’s resources I wasted to try and exert pressure to get this text to me without success and then you bring it right along. Why its as if-“ “STOP RIGHT THERE THERIN!” I turned to see the Jarl of Whiterun and his bodyguard along with Farengar and a whole cadre of Whiteurn guards standing at the entrance of the entrance to the balcony. Not wasting time Therin ran to the balcony, just before leaping off he shouted back “We will meet again Dragonborn, find me in Windhelm.” With that he leaped into the open sky yet I knew that through some trick of magic he would survive. The Jarl walked toward me, staring long and hard. “Dragonborn? So for once the rumours are actually true, the lands greatest warrior has been turned into a little girl. My whole world feel for what seemed the hundredth time. There would be no stopping this getting out, where rumours had existed from a single eye witness now many guards would talk. I was known in this form around Whiterun, my description would spread. People far and wide would- oh gods, Whiterun! The site where I had been stripped, and humiliated by a bard no less. No doubt he would soon be singing a new song in my honour. “Y,y,yes Jarl, it’s true.” So in a shaking voice I explained all, the guards listening in intently. When I was done the jarl spoke. “It was a noble thing you did but foolish, the land needed a hero not a little girl, two little girls I suppose counting you and this Helena. I cannot track Therin down in Windhelm without declaring my city for a side in the war. That I will not do. If there is anything left of what you once were you must be the one to find him and end this madness you have started.” With that he walked away, I left Dragonsreach and retuned home. Seeing my Houscarl Lydia on route I tried to catch her eye but she spat in disgust, shame in her eyes.

I find various kinds of age play a lot of fun, and was wondering if anyone knows of or would be willing to create objects and clothes that might fit with that? I'm thinking toddler clothes converted for adults, maybe a "high chair" that would fit an adult (would be an excellent wicked whims prop, no?), other childish furniture. Double bed that kind of looks like a crib? Diaper meshes and textures for adults would also be fun (I've found a few, but they don't look too good in game, especially the ones for women, as the textures are based on real diapers and look a bit jarring in game). Also looking for more WW animations involving humiliation. Teasing where a sim wets themself, maybe? More toilet animations? Embarrassed sim being laughed at? Sim hiding their face during sex? And basically any animation that goes with the infantilism/age play theme, MF, FF and MM. If anyone can point me in the direction of something like this, or if anyone would be willing to create something of the kind, I'd be very much obliged. Thank you in advance!

Last Update: 2020.04.08 Developer: Absent.Dogma | Patreon | Twitter | YouTube Censored: No Version: 0.21 OS: Windows (x64) Language: English Logline Here you will see the story of a journalist who came to interview the leader of a secluded sect far from the city. All her expectations can be a great fallacy during the gameplay. I suggest you get the first experience of being in this world. Don't be swallowed by fog entirely... Game Mechanics Genre 3d game, multiple endings, female protagonist, anal sex, bdsm, bukkake, creampie, group sex, groping, humiliation, interracial, vaginal sex, adventure, oral sex, horror, monster, rape, slave, guro. Log v0.21 Screenshots Download Racaty

As Thane of the hold, the Dovakiin is required to provide some services that benefit the Jarl's court. Once a month, the PC would be called to attend the court, where you will have to fulfill a request of the Jarl. Someone in the court, be it the Jarl themselves, sibling(s), adult children, housecarls, or other Thanes need sex and only the best will do. Whether gay, bi, or straight, male, female, or trans, there are plenty of single people around each court, including many Jarls. Riften's Jarl, on both sides of the war, have single adult sons (both Stewards are taken, as is the housecarl of Leilia - seeing the high elven steward). Whiterun's Jarl & brother are both single, as well as the older Battleborn son, who's father is Thane. Falkreath is also single, as is his female steward, male housecarl, and his Uncle who is Thane as well. Morthal has the housecarl and her grown daughter. Solitude has Elisif (or Erikur), either possible court wizard, and the housecarl (Falk & Bryling are seeing one another). Dawnstar - are any of them married? Winterhold - depending on the Jarl, he may be single, though the steward always is. Markath - both possible Jarls, Igmund's uncle, the brother of the other (after the Cidhna mine quest), the court wizrd, and his nephew are all single (a straight male character may be left out of that one). Windhelm - all the men are single, including Captain Lonely-Gale (a Thane). Commanders of either side could also be included, as most of them function within the Jarl's home. Balgruuf may require a female Dovakiin to be shared between him and his brother, Leilia (Riften) may require Dovaiin to tend to both of her sons, In Dawnstar, Skald may just watch, but will make it happen in the main hall in front of everyone. In Morthal, there could be a chance you are sent to comfort Laylette's widower husband (can't recall his name). In Falkreath, Sind may want other, more kinky activities. The men in Wildhelm would likely be more aggressive, controlling the entire experience, while Balgruuf and his brother may be a bit more affectionate. If you go Stormcloak and you replace Balgruuf, Vignar may sometimes send you to one of the Companions. They will generally take or send you to a private room to tend to your duties, though they have a chance of putting it out for all the world to see, if the court is largely or wholly run by one sex (such as Dawnstar or Windhelm with all males in the top positions.

AAF HOSPITALITY View File NOTE: This mod's compatibility with Hardship is currently broken. It should still function but you won't have all the bells and whistles that come from Hardship events. I'll correct this ASAP as well as release a proper second alpha soon. But for now I have more pressing issues. Thanks for your patience. AAF HOSPITALITYalpha DISCLAIMER: This mod is a work of fiction. Any resemblence to people living or dead is purely coincidental. This is not a critique or commentary on poverty, RL sex work, gender issues, sexual orientation, abuse (sexual or otherwise) or any other serious social issue. This work is a fantasy designed purely for entertainment and contains content that may be disturbing to some, such as degrading language and sexual assault. This content is ABSOLUTELY NOT FOR CHILDREN. The author is not responsible for illegal alterations made to this mod after the fact, or any damage to the user's computer. If you cannot tell fantasy from reality, DO NOT INSTALL THIS MOD. DESCRIPTION: Many times I've been playing Fallout 4 and found it unimmersive how the only way to engage with the settlements was by doing their "go kill so-and-so" quest. If you didn't you could generally just loiter around and nobody particularly seems to mind. This is my rather lazy attempt to offer some kind of alternative. For now this mod only covers the Slog. When you arrive there if you choose not to take Wiseman's quest instead activate Hospitality mode in the MCM and talk to him again. You can then ask him if you can stay there for the night (a 12 hr period from when he says yes) He'll have someone drag out a spare mattress for you and you'll be treated like a guest. When your time is up the mattress is removed and you can ask again, but ask too many times and you'll soon wear out your welcome! That's where the AAF part comes in: You can help satisfy Wiseman's smoothskin fetish in return for a bed, or alternatively pay 50 caps a might. (The Slog isn't a flophouse smoothy!) REQUIREMENTS: Hard: MCM A working tested install of: Advanced Animation Framework v154 and up and it's requirements AAF Themes Required as of this release, however will be replaced by One Patch to Bang them all 2.0+ in the near future Fallout 4 Animations by Leito Is the pack this mod was most designed to work it has EVERY kind of animation this mod calls... TECHNICALLY with the right combination of other packs you'd be fine but don't come bitching to me about missing animations. Staged Leito Plus Erection Fix Soft: AAF HARDSHIP - beggar- whore - Not a requirement, but will greatly enhance your experience as Hospitality will utilize certain Hardship systems and sound effects if present. IN CLOSING: I made this in 3 days, and it should be considered alpha software. In the future I intend to add more settlements, but I felt like The Slog was the one most in need. Submitter Tentacus Submitted 12/26/2019 Category Dialog Sex Requires MCM,AAF, Animations for AAF, AAF Themes  

Hello guys, this is the first time i post in Fallout. I have been using mods and having fun with skyrim so far and wanted to check fallout also. So the reason of the post is get some opinions about what mods should i use because i don't really know the mods for fallout. The main focus is to make the game for female with bondage and stuff. First of all what Body Mod do you suggest me use? And also what textures, presets and outfits maybe. Also what mods should i use for slavery, bondage and humilation stuff? Lastly can you recommend me any nice quest mods with sexual content, in skyrim i really enjoyed the dogma's thief mod, if there is any mod like it please suggest it or any other good quest mods. If you have any experience with skyrim here are some mods i used and would like to find something similar for here.

Over the next week I remained in Whiterun trying to decide my next course of action. The people of Whiterun did not mention the latest revelation about me but their eyes followed my every step, there were many whispered conversations behind hands. Mikael was making excellent money with his various new ballads: “The undoing of the Dragonborn’ ‘A Bard and a Dragon’ and the Dragonborn’s Breasts’ amongst others. I found myself at a loss, the Jarl urged me to finish ‘the madness I had started’ and yet I had no means to do this. As a warrior, he had out witted me, as a woman he had overpowered me. Clearly, he wanted me to seek him out again. Yet what else could I do, I felt one way or another this would haunt. I needed a resolution. Against all my better judgement I resolved to go to Windhelm and see what more he wanted though I had the sickening thought that it was connected to the legend of Darlia. I made good time to Windhelm, arriving late in the evening. Once more I changed for the city, shivering in the icy air as I stripped off and donned a tight, fitted green dress with of sturdy material and adjusted a fur shawl around my shoulders. Walking through the streets I became aware of hurried glances in my direction. It seemed my description had spread. I winced as I heard the faint strains of ‘The Bard and Dragon’ on the wind. As an elf, there was only one place I imagined Therin would be and made my way to the grey quarter where, the slums of Windhelm where elven kind made their home. Entering the areas’ tavern, the Gnisis Club I headed to the bar. “I’m looking for-“ “I know who you’re after Nord, you’ll find him upstairs.” With that the innkeeper went back to polishing his bar, making my way up the stairs I saw Therin, in a different, but no less impressive set of blue robes. “Ah Unn, I was beginning to wonder if you would come. Though I must admit I had an eternity to wait.” It was at this last that I noticed the change in him, it was not a dramatic change. There seemed a greater vitality about him. His eyes seemed to have an extra shine, his movements filled with greater life. An aura seemed to gently roll from him. “You have done it then?” He nodded, a small almost sad smile on his face. In truth, I had just about come to terms with this, that I would never revert to what I was. Yet, a small part of me had held a glimmer of hope, that now, with everything it else it seemed, was gone. “You called me here, what more do you want from me?” “I think surely you have guessed Unn. I want you. A bride for eternity-“ “A thrall!” “No not a thrall, you came here. May I ask, what were YOU looking for?” “I don’t really know, the Jarl of Whiterun expects me to kill you but I realise that is beyond me. Closure perhaps. An end.” “My dear, so fatalistic. When I say I want you I mean that with all sincerity. You are beautiful, intelligent, strong yes still strong and for all your trials you remain proud. Even as a man you intrigued me but now you enthral me! Your gift, holding more than one soul, it is integral to the spell and yet if I did not think you worthy I would wait for another, after all I now have time. Indeed, I say this to you now, I will lay out my plan for you. You may accept or decline, I cannot compel you, for this magic to work it must be of your own choice. Not a calculated choice. Not something I can threaten or blackmail but something you want within your heart.” I felt I should storm away yet I had come so far. I could be done with this loathsome man once and for all, he who had taken everything from me and yet with that he was in a strange way all that I had left. Seeing that I remained seated he continued; “I will tell you how the magic works, what you gain, the price you pay. I take a part of my own soul, a very small part, and transfer it to you. You accept it within yourself but more than that you choose to submit to it. This is subtle magic, I cannot use this to compel you to action or read your mind. As it is my soul it is now eternal and as such will keep you alive, young, hale and healthy for an eternity as well.” “You spoke of a price, something to do with my submitting to your soul.” “Yes, I’m getting to that. The magic will not allow you to harm me, ever, your body would simply not be able to do it. It would be like attempting to ram a knife into your own eye but so much more difficult. We are immortal but not invincible, if I should die you would die. If you were to die it would hurt me but not kill me. More than anything you would not be able to face prolonged periods away from me. You would be able to go some distance even for some small measure of time but like an addiction you would be drawn back to me every time. This would be an addiction without a cure, without treatment. The longer you waited, the further you travelled the worse you would feel.” “You expect me to bind myself for eternity to the man that took everything from me? How much a fool do you take me for?” “I took a great deal, I took it for my own ends yet I offer so much more. Will you be content with what life can now offer you, what will you do? Where will you go? You will have no friends in Skyrim, people respected your strength. Now you will be nothing but a trophy or worse a threat. I did not ask you here tonight to convince you. I came to lay out my position and yours. Something for you to think on and mull over. Take months, years if you like though know that yes, I am a shallow man. I wanted a beautiful wife for eternity so do not wait too long if you are to change your mind.” He tried a charming smile but in that moment, I felt nothing but anger toward him. I had heard him out and yet seemed no closer to the resolution that I sought. I would be best to be done with the man. I stood to leave but he caught my wrist. “Wait! Before you go I have a gift for you.” I stared at him suspiciously. “You are free to throw it away if you distrust it but I feel I must give it you anyway.” He handed me a black soul gem, the same one that had held my drained essence. “If ever you are ever in danger, if ever you need a friend and have no other to turn to cast some blood upon this stone and I will find you and without price I will aid you. Also, please take this scroll, a simple incantation that, should you ever change your mind it will let me know.” With that he stood up and left leaving me standing confused and frustrated. In a moment of spite, I took the scroll and held it to a nearby torch. It burst into flame, purple and green flames spat out in strange patterns, casting eerie glyphs upon the walls. I was about to continue with the soul gem, something stayed my hand and I placed it where it had once been in my small pack which I adjusted over a shoulder. Walking out of the club my mind wandered, I tried to think of a new course of action. It seemed distantly I heard mocking calls through the streets, something to do with dark skin. Lost in my own reverie I paid the calls no mind. Looking at the ground I was not looking where I was going and walking straight into the barrel chest of a man. “Watch it!” “My pardons sir” I made to walk around the man but he remained in my path, looking intently at my face. I looked up at the man that blocked my way and recognised Rolff Stone-Fist. “Could it be? Yes! Oh there are gods indeed. I was not sure that it could be true but here you stand in the flesh!” “I don’t know who you think I may be sir but I-“ “Oh, I know who you are… Dragonborn. Those eyes, the proud haughty eyes remain the same though the rest of you has changed. And sir she says yes you have changed much indeed!” He leered at me, staring slowly up and down. He licked his lips slowly. Looking around the deserted streets where guards did not tread I knew I was in trouble. “Please, I don’t want any trouble. If I offended you. I’m sorry.” Panic had gripped me, I had not equipped my dagger, without a weapon I was no match for Rolff and I experienced fear as I never had before. “Sorry is you cunt? Sorry, people laughed when you laid me low. Laughed! At me, Rolff Stone-Fist! People laughing at you now isn’t they. But I don’t think you have paid, not nearly enough for my liking” <Brawl> He raised his fists and in that moment my last instincts as a warrior deserted me. I cowered away but could not avoid his fist which cracked straight against my chin. I must have passed out for a second as I suddenly found myself on the cold ground with no notion as to how I got there. I managed to roll onto my back and found myself looking up at the grinning face of Rolff Stone- Fist. “A small-town bully with a famous brother and a small cock is what you said. Gonna show you how small bitch!” With that he leaped down atop me tearing at my clothes. Panic gripped my heart and courage betrayed me. “HELP! PLEASE SOMEONE?! ANYONE” my clothes tore free, my dress seemed to be hanging from by threads and tatters. “Listen to the mighty Dragonborn now! No one is coming to help you in these streets whore.” He laughed continuing to tear the last remains of my clothes away. “Please no, please don’t do this? You can’t do this to me-“ He unsheathed his member. “Does this look small to you now?” It did not, it was huge, a monster. I tried to wriggle free but he sat atop me his weight pinning me in place. He took me then, one hard, violent thrust sent near the full length of his cock inside me. “NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOoooooooooooooooo” His hands mauled my breasts, he placed rough kisses and bites on my neck. Stinking of sweat and ale he rode me mercilessly, pounding my pussy with angry stabs. “Not even a virgin, a … a woman only- ah- two fucking minutes and urg urgh urgh already given it up… you… cheap… ahhh.. take it! …. FUCKING TAKE YOUR PUNISHMENT!!!” He renewed his efforts, occasionally slapping me across the face, his hands had dropped to my waist, then my legs, his fingers dug in hard. Yanking my legs up in the air he drove deep into me again and again. Suddenly he stopped and for a brief moment I dared believe it was over, that I had been rescued but then Rolff spoke: “Really wish I had been the one to pop your cherry. But in a way maybe I still can hmmm?” I was confused for a second until he flipped me over, it dawned on me what he meant to do, I scrambled furiously attempting to crawl away but he simply dragged me back by a leg, laughing. “No, no, no, no, I beg you, please no. I will do anything, anything!” My cries fell on deaf ears as he manoeuvred me onto all fours, I felt his penis brush against my bum cheek and then the hole as he lined it, pausing for just a moment longer he squeezed it in, inch at a time. “ARRRRRRGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!” The scream tore through my throat, through my whole being, I had never felt pain like it. “That’s… fucking… tight… I’ve taken… this for mine… now… ahhh” He began to push further and further till I thought he would tear a new hole in me then he began to ease out. I sighed in relief only for my pain to redouble as he thrust again, harder. Bit by bit the resistance began to give, his trusts took on a steady rhythm as the muscles in my arse began to loosen. For my part, my head found the floor my arms by sides, no longer able to bear my own weight. Drool ran down my face, freezing against my chin, small pants escaped my throat as he continued to misuse me. He thrust faster and faster: “Uh, uh, uh, uh….AAAAAHHHHHH!!!” With a shudder, he filled my backside with his hot semen, it ran in rivulets down my legs and slopped through my bum crack. I lay there unable to move. Grabbing my hair, he considered my tear stained face with a grin. “You’re bottom of the barrel now. Not so grand anymore, just a cum bucket for your betters. Tell me now, what do you think of me?” There was no longer even a small part of me that wanted to rail and fight against this. I was defeated utterly, body and spirit. “You, you are my bett… better sir.” “And?” “And…ah, urgh… thank you for the gift of your semen.” “Good girl.” With that he dropped my head and walked away. I lay there for some time, trying to find the energy to move. At last I built enough strength to get to my feet, gather the remains of my dress around myself and limp toward the gate. This decided me, I could no longer lie to myself about my place in the world I ordered a carriage for Whiterun with Masha following behind, I had not been able to face the ride. Once I arrived I made went straight for Breezehome, taking some valuables at a time I made my way around the stores, stalls and smiths selling these belongings. I arranged with the now very angry looking steward for the sale of my home (he seemed betrayed to learn I had once been a man). At last the only things that remained was my armour and Dragonsting. These were not the items for my new life and I decided a clean break was needed. I sold these as well, purchasing in their place some more simple clothes and a worn but practical small iron dagger. All this I made the most difficult sale of the day, 1500 septims for Masha. Tears flooded my eyes as I handed her reins over, this beautiful beast that had been with me so much. But she deserved the open road, not to be cooped up in a stable. All ties to Whiterun cut I caught a carriage to Solitude. I arrived and headed for the bards college, stopping off at Radient Raiment to purchase a daring black gown with a split down one leg and some fine black stockings. I arrived at the college and once again Viarmo greeted me at the door but this time he did not smile. “Greetings Dragonborn.” “You have heard then? It seems all of Skyrim knows.” “Yes, I have heard. Word travels fast, there had already been rumours after all. I know why you are here, you seek sanctuary against the world. Yet despite my earlier offer, I am very sorry but I can offer no such sanctuary. I have a responsibility to this college. I am fond of you but were you to live with us, you would bring scrutiny, attention… the wrong kind of attention. I apologise but there is no place for you here. I must ask you to leave.” I did, turning without a word and walking out. My last hope had vanished. I had money, probably enough to live off for a lifetime if I was careful but life was more than careful. It was purpose and meaning. I would find no such meaning in Skyrim, my previous life would always bar doors, old enemies would always surface. I must leave Skyrim, perhaps to the Capital in Cyrodil. I had not wandered for some time though previously I had done so as a mercenary. I would worry about what to do with my life once I arrived. I had no skills beyond fighting but in this form, I hoped I was young enough to learn a trade, I fancied I would make a fair tavern wench if nothing else. Once more I caught a carriage, this time headed for Riften and the boarder. We rumbled along in silence, the driver picking up on my mood avoided the usual small talk. We were a good deal of the way there having entered the Rift and passing Millwater Mill. Suddenly the carriage stopped as a fallen tree blocked the road, the driver was half way down from the carriage when an arrow took him in the throat. Out of nowhere bandits appeared, six of them coming from different directions, converging on the cart. I tried to get down and run but hampered by my dress I did not get far before one of them caught up to. Drawing my dagger, I took a swing at him but he caught the blow easily on his shield and bashed out with it hitting me in the face and knocking me from my feet. The steel-clad foot of a bandit chief kicked the dagger away from my hand. “Look what we have here.” The bandits had gathered around me in a circle, I found myself frozen where I lay. One of them was already undoing his belt. The bandit chief had who had not even bothered drawing the two handed sword from his back held up an arm, his eyes never leaving me. “Leave your armour and your pants on Bennie.” “We aint gonna fuck her boss?” Still looking at me the chief smiled, revealing an uneven row of yellow teeth through a thick wiry beard. “Oh we will but a nice looking girl like this, we’s taken her back wit us” I was hauled up, robbed and stripped in short order, being left only my thin silk stockings. I had resisted little throughout but my latest disaster took on a horrifying reality as I felt the tight cold constraint of a collar settle around my neck, a small click shutting it in place. A chain fed from it which the bandit leader himself took hold. I was blindfolded a dragged along. It could not have been far that we walked and yet it seemed an age before the blindfold was dragged away and I found myself standing in a cave dimly lit by torches, pallets strewn about the floor with mismatching furniture scattered in no discernible pattern or order. “Fucking hell boss you should see how much gold this cunt has!” With that I was locked to a wall by the chain on my neck as the bandits proceeded to rifle through my possessions. The black soul gem returned by Therin was casually discarded, thrown to one side as junk, landing beneath a dilapidated looking table. “You reckon she some king of noble girl or somethin boss?” “Could be, you girl. Reckon anyone would pay to get you back?” I wished in all my heart there was someone, anyone other than an enemy that would pay to have me but I could think of no one. I shook my head, unfortunately. “Hmm reckon there is some story to this one, fine looking filly like her out on her lonesome carrying a fortune weight in gold. Could be she robbed a lord or is a runaway. When Tom gets back we’ll hand him her description and see’s what he can find out.” “Ere boss ow comes Tom gets ta go to town and we don’t, he never does any of the real fucking work” “Cos he’s the only one without a price on ‘is head shit for brains and we keeps it that way he can check in, gets caravan information. Told ya all this before.” “So’s what we gonna do with her in the meantime, I mean does we wanna risk breakin’ er, might, I dunno puts the ransom down.” “Don’t worry, Currie ere got that covered, incha Currie.” For the first time I really looked at the smallest member of the group and noticed he did not carry any weapons. “’Is magic gonna keep her nice and fresh, should mean we can fuck away and she’ll be good as fucking new. On that, pass ‘er ere” I tried to pull away but could not resist the strong hands that grasped me. The chief removed his breastplate and undid his breeches before climbing atop me. Instinct drove me to try and wriggle free but it was no use and only seemed to excite him more. “Oh, you are a live one!” He took me in that moment, his cock tearing into me, consuming me. There was no gradual build up just a quick almost desperate fucking, he bore down on me hard and I let loose an anguished moan to the delight of the gathered bandits awaiting their turn. “That’s it boss, fucking show er! Nice and quick and I can get my end away” More jeering followed as he somehow managed to increase the pace, my head flew around wildly as he lifted me up by my back, his face an inch away from mine. Stinking breath blew into my nose, at the end he twitched and let out a howl like a wolf. The gathered men cheered and applauded. “Nice one chief, my turn?” “Sorry Kitch you got seconds last time, better let Currie ave er next so’s he can ave time to get isself right after an fix er up.” “Thanks boss!” He rolled me over and once again I felt my arse become violated. He had no sooner entered it though than he let loose a wild stream of semen to the delight of all. “Hahahaha, look at quick draw, he don’t even chuck ‘is spells that fast!” “Keep on like that and I’ll fucking show you how fast I can throw my spells” “Boy, you quick to boil today” “I’m next!” It was a voice that brook no argument and I looked toward the heavily muscled form of an orc tower over me, a bit shorter than the chief he seemed twice as wide. When he dropped his breeches it was not just his frame that was huge. I whimpered deep in my throat and tried to roll away from him. He got hold of my arm and pulled me easily to my feet. I swayed in his arms, exhausted already. He guided me to the cave wall and lifted me before lowering me slowly onto his cock. I gasped as I felt it enter me, inexorably opening me up, stretching me, tearing me. I did not have the strength to scream, just tried to batt him away, my arms bouncing feebly off his chest. He let out a long slow breath before he truly began and then bucked up and down, I bounced out and back atop his cock. A pulsing brand that seemed to decimate me. At this a scream tore from my throat, raw and ragged, my whole world reduced to the overwhelming pain in my lower abdomen, this did not feel like sex or even rape but torture. I did not know when it finished, having past out before. I awoke to the warm, soothing balm of healing magic knitting me back together until to look and even feel you would have thought I had never had sex. I would realise in a second how true that was. “My turn now, me, me, me” “Ah come on Bennie, I ad dibbs on er” “Fancy sharing?” “HAHAHAHA. Yeah might be a laugh, which end you want?” “Her arse is looking to tasty to turn down!” “Ok, I’ll take er cunt.” Like a mannequin they moved me around, the one I did not know the name of climbing underneath me, facing me. Bennie moved behind. “Ready when you are Kyle.” Again I felt the sensation of a penis cutting into me, this time with a familiar edge as a newly formed hymen was broken though this hurt much more than the first, Kyle not so gentle as Visarmo had been. “Fuckin hell Currie, you a fucking genius! You gonna do this every time?” “What he do?” Bennie was so intrigued he had forgotten to enter my arse. Kyle though was not easily discarded and continued to thrust into me. “He only, ah… oh… made er a… fuck yeah!… he only made er a fucking virgin again” That seemed to spur Bennie who banged straight into my bum hole, his thin cock sliding far in, the room began to spin. The two of them worked away at me, back and forth when one pulled back the other thrust in. Unable to catch my breath, I became ragged letting out shallow pants, my lips parted. It took me moment to register the cock in my mouth but once there I could not escape it as the last bandit had been unable to wait his turn any longer. He did not care for an expert blowjob, simply hammered his cock as far down my throat as he could, choking me. We stayed like that for awhile, the three of them working me between themselves until I passed out again. This set the tone for the next couple of weeks with the bandits taking me when they felt like it. Periodically one or more left to raid and plunder but I was never left alone. At first I resisted where I could but soon realised this just excited them even more. I tried playing dead, a zombie but this led them to beat me in frustration. In truth it did not take them long to break me and I soon learned to cooperate, doing my best to please them when they wanted me. From there on I was no longer chained to the wall and did odd jobs for them. Cooked and served food, mended clothes and armour, even tend to their wounds when Currie was out of magicka. It was then that Tom arrived. He did not look like the others, a smart clean shaven nord in ordinary town clothes and whistled as soon as he saw me. He wasted no time, walking straight over he pinned me down and fucked me. It was only when he finished that he looked properly and whistled softly. “You’ll never guess what you got here boss!” “What” the Chief looked up. “You only captured the fucking Dragonborn.” “The fuck you on about.” I laid there and listened as Tom related my entire fall form grace many of the details I was not sure how had come out, many embellished but one thing that was certain; they knew exactly who I was. The Chief spoke first. “Well fuck me, the cunt must be worth a bit. Still, I’m almost disappointed how easy she was to tame. Just fucking look at her. At the sudden attention I looked down and blushed. “How did such a warrior become such a weakling, not even a proper fight.” “Hey boss, does this mean we been fucking a man?” “Do you ever fucking listen Bennie?! She aint a man now, been turned into a fucking woman and aint never gonna be able to turn back. Reckon all those women humours they talk about muddled her fucking brain. Tom, you get your arse in gear and see what we can fucking get, try the Jarl of Whiterun first, reckon she helped him out in a big way once.” So, Tom left and it was several weeks before he reappeared, several weeks where I was watched closer but still raped daily. Indeed, they seemed to do it more, enjoying holding a power over me. I was their slave and could do nothing. “Well Tom?” “No luck from the Jarl of Whiterun, he said she was a disappointment and we could keep her.” “And the rest?” Tom maintained a neutral expression. “Seems the great and good of Skyrim could not give two fucks about the once mighty Dragonborn, even those she helped. None of em willing to offer even a septim for her. Hell some of them seemed to like the idea.” “So no ransom?” The chief sounded disappointed but also a bit hopeful. Of everyone in the cave he ravaged me the most. It was then that Tom smiled. “Well… I did get an offer from a rather… shady looking mage.” My heart leapt to think of Therin, then confusion. Did I want him of all people to rescue me? “What’s ‘is name?” “Galen. Apparently, she messed with some experiment of his awhile back when she was still a warrior, he wants revenge and is willing to pay 80,000 septims to get it! Didn’t see any point in negotiating or checking, I agreed and picked a date and a place not far from here. He’ll arrive in a week for the girl. Should give us chance to prepare if he tries a double cross.” “Well done Tom! Reckon along with what we took from her we can retire on this!” My insides had turned to ice, I hadn’t noticed that I had soiled myself when I heard the name. Galen was the most terrifying creature I had ever encountered. The experiments I had found in his castle dungeon had given me nightmares for weeks. It had been a close thing defeating him but like Therin he had escaped, swearing revenge. If he got me rape would be the least of my problems. I would die, but slowly, very slowly. I dared not think about what I would come back as. I needed to escape, but could think of no way to do so. Then again I remembered the name, Therin. The stone. I had no pride left, no dignity to preserve. Naked, dirty defeated, I was the lowest cast of the planet. They had not moved the stone. I waited until night, pretending to clean and tidy I worked my way toward the table where the soul gem had gone. Kyle, standing on watch at the entrance to the cave paid me no mind. Before I could change my mind I drew my hand along one of the tattered edges of the table and allowed some of my blood to rip down onto the soul gem. It took on a different hue, sparkling red but offered no other outward sign of change. I went back to my corner and laid my head down praying it worked. Over the next couple of days nothing happened and I began to worry that it had either not worked or Therin had given up on me. But then, on the third day, a tall figure in resplendent blue robes walked into the cave. He took the scene in at a glance from the bandits to me, currently being taken roughly by Tom, Bennie on watch at the door had not at first even seemed to be aware of Therin. “Gentleman! Allow me to introduce myself, my name is Therin and I am here to kill you all!” Bennie was the first to die, an enchanted sword had appeared in Therin’s hand and casually sliced Bennie’s head from his shoulders. Currie died next, a small bolt of lightning ripping through him before he could launch any spells of his own. Three more died before being able to draw a weapon. All consumed within the raging tempest of a small fireball. Only the Chief and Tom remained. Tom had pulled away from me, clumsily trying to pull up his trousers. The Chief rushed, Therin, greatsword upraised only to be frozen in place by a ball of ice. He dropped dead. Tom tried to speak “Please I er I…” Gouts of flame rose from Therin’s hands, engulfing Tom who began to scream until at last he died as well. Without another word Therin turned to leave. “Therin! Wait!” And there it was. I had made a choice, one deep in my heart. I had been abandoned by Skyrim, no longer of use to them they had discarded me to the predators. I had been beaten, humiliated, raped and dishonoured. I had no place or purpose, no one. Yet he had come for me when no other would. Whatever his motives, he had done it for me. If I was going to be subservient, if I was going to cast myself in the role of a lesser then I would do it with him. I did not say anymore but he understood and closed the distance between us. Lifting my chin with his index finger: “Repeat after me: I bind myself to thee, now and forever. For eternity and beyond I am yours, I belong to you, submit to you, will be ruled by you. Husband, Master I am yours.” “I bind myself to thee, now and forever. For eternity and beyond I am yours, I belong to you, submit to you, will be ruled by you. Husband, Master I am yours.” He placed his lips on mine, a soft slow gentle kiss. The magic seemed to rush from his mouth. I had the sense that once my body would have fought this off, now I welcomed him in. Utterly consumed by his soul I felt my lifeforce quicken. I became aware of him in a whole new way. A pining ache. Our lips still locked I pulled him down to me and we made love there on the cave floor. And for now, this is just about where the story ends. We left for Cyrodil where we make our home in the imperial capital, I watched a dragon rise up as we got to the boarder, I turned away from it and we walked on, both of us done with Skyrim. Therin still experiments, he has shown no desire to overthrow the world just wants to make new discoveries. I in turn keep him in check, chiding him against cutting corners. Stopping him from again destroying others for a fast solution. He calls me his conscience. He is teaching me magic. I am slow learner, a regrettable practitioner but I have all the time in the world to practice. Therin assures me in the long run it will be a greater defence than my efforts with a dagger. I heard tales of a mysterious Dragon that brought other dragons back from the dead, a beast that legend foretold only the Dragonborn could slay. Nonsense, anything can be killed and sure enough a group of blades and greybeards, their eyes opened to the truth of Dragons, tracked the beast to Sovengarde and there they slew it with the help of the heroes of old, capturing the beast’s soul in a giant ebony soulgem. I read about all of this with a life, suddenly happy with the quiet life and please if you are reading this do not judge me, do not pity or pray. Simply know I made the best of what I had, tried to do the right thing and would do it again. Perhaps.

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Сhecking on the roads View File This mod adds several inspectors on the roads with variety of outcomes if you meet them. There are many of suspicious persons in Skyrim: spies, saboteurs, killers, criminals... So jarls send their officers to check adventurers on the roads. You may obey them and face surprise consequences or you can try to fight them and became a criminal in the hold. What this mod exactly do? It adds several NPCs (one of them stays exactly near the bridge of Riverwood, one near of Solitude and some in the other holds). If you approach to them then they force greet your character and there will be a dialog line with some consequences depended on your answers. In second time they will react in a different way. This is my very first mod) English is not my native language so if there are some mistakes in dialog then Im sorry) This is adult mod: here can be sexual scenes based on SLHH and Sexlab. It is supposed that PC character is female. With male character it may not works properly. This mod requires Sexlab Horrible Harrasment Expansion (it was tested with 2.751 version of SHHE), Simple Slavery Plus mod, Prison Overhaul Patched mod and all dependencies of them. These are soft dependencies but strongly recommended (mod should works without them but the key outcomes will not be available). To install just unpack the archive into game folder. To update: delete old version, make clean save and install new version Upd. (Availabale russian version - see in download folder/ Доступна русская версия - см. в разделе загрузок. Мод SLHHE имеет собственный язык) N.B. if you want to make your own mods based on this one you can do it as separate mods and I will appreciate if you make a link to this mod as original. I hope that later I will continue to develop this one. Submitter Vita2016 Submitted 11/24/2018 Category Dialog Sex Requires ,Sexlab Horrible Harrasment Expansion, Simple Slavery Plus, Prison Overhaul Patched and all their dependencies Special Edition Compatible Yes

When I take my little pc female to swim, I take her clothes of and drop that near by the river. It will be amazing if when I move away, any man come and steal the clothes. Any othes interactions after that will be a plus Tks

I played and enjoyed mods that add a misogynistic feel to skyrim such as slaverun and sexlab survival, but I think that there still could be more done to make skyrim a significantly worse place for female PCs (and to a certain extent NPCs). I am not a modder, but I hope that someone picks up this idea and turns it into a mod. Feel free to add your own ideas. -financial control system: Women cannot own property, and their finances must be controlled by a male guardian. The PC must ask her guardian to have some spending money. The guardian can be any male NPC with a positive relationship with the PC, and sexual favors can be demanded in exchange for access to the PCs money. If the PC is married, her husband becomes her guardian. -Marriage changes: even as a free woman, your husband exercises legal control over you. Your husband can periodically make requests that you have to obey and if you refuse you can incur a bounty (which will be difficult to pay off since your husband controls your finances lol). These requests can be sexual or non-sexual, like cooking for him. -thaneship: disable thaneship for female PCs or add an option where female thanes must have sex with a male Jarl to earn and maintain their title. -scarcity: Female PCs get paid less money for finishing quests for NPCs. -lady tax: Skyrim spends alot of money maintaining its guards to protect women, and women of means should have to pay back some of that cost. A courier will periodically come to you with a letter notifying you that you have X amount of days to pay X amount to any jarls steward. Of course to pay you will first have to get the money from your guardian. Not paying within a set period of time will incur a bounty. Property ownership- As I stated before, women cannot own property. Marriage is a prerequisite to purchase any houses or land in skyrim, and you have to receive your husbands permission before purchasing anything (and on top of that you still have to get him to give you the money). these are just a few ideas I have had . It would be amazing if someone could make this into a mod. I am willing to assist insofar as I am able (which is not very much). I can write the dialogue. Thoughts?

View File Pre-reqs: UNP, SKSE, ZAP, DAYMOYL Did I mention that it's 3D? THREE-DEE!! There's 1,234,567 triangles so you need quad SLI for this mod, j/k. PC hair "grows" every 24 hours on arms, legs, armpits, crotch and ass. Currently there's 5 stages out of 10 stages possible: 10-20%, 30-40%, 50-60%, 70-80%, 90-100% I don't know why would you do it, but you can shave it by talking to some alchemy merchants or using a razor, craftable at blacksmith misc. Slave and prisoner NPCs that have some keywords from ZAP items get stage 6-10 hair right away - great for Slaverun. You can edit the hair [ thickness, quantity, shape, direction to some extent, color ] by unpacking hair*.dds textures and drawing some squiggly lines with alpha and then auto-generating mipmaps, then editing mipmaps by hand and sharpening non-transparent alpha by crazy amounts like 1000%. If you don't do that, the hair will disappear at some distance, real fast. There's a flag soft_hair_lighting in nifs that makes hair non-reflective (hair is black always, sucks sometimes) when it's on and reflective(hair is gray when lit) when it's off. There is a 10% chance of getting Slavetats whipmarks (more like whipscars) when being whipped with ZAP-based canes/crops. They go only to 109 so far, mostly representing ass, boob and pussy whipping. These won't disappear like decals. Healing yourself in combat is super lame so now you're punished for using restoration magic without a cilice. Wearing armor, running, sprinting and sneaking will be bad for your health when wearing it (unless you get some item slot conflict). You can buy a cilice and upgrade it by talking to most of the monks/priests in temples. Or you could look for other alternatives... The guards will chop criminals' hand off if arrested with a total bounty exceeding 2500 gold. It may happen on being sent into bleedout by guard (may depend on daymoyl settings). Even works on argonians and khajits; no males. You better surrender to the guards! FAQ: Q: WTF? Q: Why??? Q: WTF is this? A: Just enforcing LL rule #13 Q: I don't want to puke or lose erection forever due to seeing hair.. what to do, what to do? A: Shave the hair or stack up on paper bags. Cover all mirrors in your house. Q: I oppose cutting the trees to make paper bags, can you delete the hair? A: Try using plastic bags. Issues: Load this mod after mods that modify a bunch of spells like lightning bolt, otherwise you will get hit by lighning for casting some non-restoration spells and / or healing spell detection won't work properly. Even better if you put it to the end of load order. Can't see the pubes? LOL - Disable device hider in Devious Devices MCM. Also, the hair uses slot 51 so if you have other items using slot 51 already the hair might not get equipped. Blackout imagespace doesn't work with ENB, so disable ENB effect temporarily if you're arrested by a guard and taken to some old jail. If you're using a custom race: type in console help "only monks" then replace ** below with the first 2 characters of the SPEL, which is a spell player.addspell **0012c8 If you have Slavetats: You need to increase the slots for Slavetats whipmarks from 6 (only 1 slot is used though) In data\skse\plugins\nioverride.ini [Overlays/Body] iNumOerlays =32 UPDATING: (not necessary for 0.14 -> 0.16 or 0.17)... 0.19 may or may not need to be cleaned If you saved your game with previous version Disable the .esp and nuke old version from orbit - OR - uninstall old version in NMM run the game (you should get a warning about loading missing content, press yes), save load your save with SaveTool and check for xxOMCH.... script(s) if they are there, delete them Install new version Credits: Scream effect by FreqMan http://www.freesound.org/people/FreqMan/sounds/42847/ License: http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by/3.0/legalcode NO PARTS OF THIS MOD MAY BE USED IN PAID MODS OR MODS BEGGING FOR DONATIONS Submitter nooblet123 Submitted 06/29/2015 Category Models & Textures Requires UNP, SKSE, ZAP, Slavetats, DAYMOYL Special Edition Compatible  

Hello all, I have scoured LL and the Internet for many hours on end to discover the most humiliating bondage devices I could find to further spice up what's available through DD, HR, and the few other major bondage device mods. Sadly, for whatever reason, my investigatory powers seem to be severely lacking. I'm looking for ideas to potentially make into a simple mod (much like a simplified version of DD or Heretical Resources) of extreme torture/bondage devices that have yet to be made into a Skyrim mod. Some of my ideas so far are some sort of device that forces crawling, a spiked slave boot (maybe just a re-implementation or slight re-do of the harness boots 2 from DDX, which I've never been able to generate in-game for some reason (pictured below)), the heretic's fork, and maybe a new type of yoke-like arm restraint that attaches to the hips. Imho, these aren't particularly great ideas and I want more that focus on humiliation and pain. Some examples of torture devices from history, particularly kinky BDSM gear from today, or even things from your own imagination would be really fantastic. Now a few disclaimers: I am very amateur at animation, 3D modeling, and modding. I will do my best, but I can't guarantee that my skill will be up to the more complicated devices suggested (though please still suggest them; we'll never know unless I try). For that reason, if this garners enough interest, I would gladly accept help (even if it's just by talking me through some things or answering questions) and I'd be very greatly appreciative. Also, while I know that some of you like male-focused items, I will prioritize female-focused items and, if I do any male items, it'd only be a couple. In addition, I want to make these for CBBE and compatible with bodyslide, so I won't be making a 7Base version or anything else (though conversions would be welcome). So, wha'do y'all think and what ideas d'you have? I appreciate everyone who chimes in and I'll do my best to make these a reality. Also, if someone's already done stuff like this and I just have yet to discover it or you have good mods to broaden my horizons or give me new inspiration, that'd also be really helpful and really appreciated. o7