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Hi, I have a problem with one of my mods. Sometimes, mostly when naked or with skimpy clothing, a NPC will approach me and this interaction happens: "fondles you for a while" I bet I can make a good money with you" and I end up in the Simple Slavery auction. I have no idea wich mod causes this and has became pretty annoying because I can't do anithing without ending at the auction. If somebody knows why this happens I would thank the help.

Hi, i am trying to modify Simple Slavery Plus Plus a bit, but i have problem with "SetInputDialogStartText is not a function or does not exist". I have installed SkyUI 5.1 with sources form github(master branch). I have checked the sources(SKI_QuestBase and SKI_ConfigBase) but there is no SetInputDialogStartText function. Is there a newer version of SkyUI that i do not know or i am missing something? And no, nothing is overriding the SkyUI. Have a good day/night. Edit: The same with AddInputOption function. Edit2: For everyone who has the same problem, just visit wiki/home at github?

Hey, it's me, Destana. Last time Runa became Listener of the Dark Brotherhood and we started on a plot to assassinate the Emperor, but it would take nearly two weeks due to travel for preparations to be made and him to get to Skyrim. Sanguine returned to Oblivion. Damien is studying to be a mage at Winterhold and potentially Manantis. Fenrir is staying with Ulfric for a little while, his birth father. I know I said I wasn't going to get him involved if he didn't want to, but we'd never discussed it after the first time and I thought it would be good for the boy. Also, Ulfric never married or had children, so I was starting to wonder if he needed somebody to court him and force having an heir upon him. That's probably not the nicest way to say that. Eh, well. I was the one who popped a baby out and raised him (somewhat) so I figured I had some kind of leg to stand on here. So I had 12 days to burn. I figured I would wear real armor today. It made me look more official, like an emissary of something. Or whatever. I ran by Windstad to find my housecarl just by himself passing the time. Gods, the house felt empty. I slipped on my Crusader armor and headed to Whiterun, because the man who sent me letters said he would be there. As I walked into the gate, two men wearing dragon-like masks approached me, "Are you the one they call Dragonborn?" "The greybeards seem to think so," I replied. They attacked, but with the help of the guards, they were easily dispatched. Why attack somebody in the middle of a hold? After that, a dragon immediately attacked. Sigh. That's definitely how not to convince me to do that job. So anyway, I walked into the Drunken Huntsman, looking for the man. "Ah! It's you!" I turned to find a haggard-looking man. "My master and I recently came from Cyrodiil. He sent me to find you. It seems a band of bandits had been using Helgen as their own base for the past few years, waylaying travellers under the guise of refugees. You're a bit famous down south. Heard you've been fighting dragons. I saw the one outside before ye felled it. He was wondering if you would help us out a bit. There's some coin in it for ye." "You're speaking my language," I said, "What's your name?" "Patsy," he replied. "Never heard that one before. Must be Imperial," I replied, "Alright. Just go to Helgen? Can confirm last time I tried to pass through there I was attacked by bandits." "He wants to meet at Dead Man's Drink in Falkreath," Patsy replied. So I went there on Shadowmere. Making amazing time. I stepped in and he was sitting at one of the new tables. Falkreath really looked good with the rebuilding and remodeling. "Well met!" Marcus shouted, "Glad you came! The locals tell me you're the resident dragon expert. Do you know anything about the Helgen attack?" "It was attacked by a dragon. That's all I know. I understand Ulfric Stormcloak was there, and a few others," I folded my arms. "I wonder if there were any more survivors," he said. "Probably not," I said flatly. The few were lucky. "Then it is as I feared. MY brother and his family are definitely dead. Gods damn it all," he said, forlorn. "Even if they survived, the bandits probably killed them." "Yes, I heard the fort was full of them." "Was?" "I have it on good authority a man named Val drove out the bandits and took over some time ago," he explained, "He's a leader of a small group of mercenaries. They seek to kill Thalmor wherever they're found." "Ok, now you have my interest," I said. "They were once insurrectionists. A resistance movement." "Against the empire? Now I'm doubly interested," I said. "If I'm right his name is Valerius Tiberius Artoria. We served many years together under the imperial legion during the Great War," he explained, "He was an honorable man in those days. But the Aldmeri slaughtered his wife and children. They did it in the Imperial City while it was held. We went into hiding. We regrouped in Skyrim." "That was... ages ago," I said. "Well we did retake the Imperial City, but at great cost. And Valerius never recovered. Though still part of the Legion, he took on covert ops. Destructive ops. Even though this was post White-Gold, he was killing Aldmeri commanders and officials. Went rogue, you might say. When they were finally caught, under pressure from the Thalmor, the Emperor locked him and his men away for the rest of their lives. I retired about then. I called in a few favors, and got him sprung through an ancient secret passageway." "Maybe... the one that Uriel Septim VII and the Hero of Kvatch escaped through," I mused. "Perhaps. From there, Val went to Hammerfell to join the Redguard rebellion." "Man, this dude is hitting all the right buttons for me," I gestured to myself in a grand gesture, displaying my skin and overall look. "It was rumored the an order called the Keepers of Haatu was formed after the Treaty of Stros M'Kai." "That's a reference to the original battle of independence for Hammerfell," I said. "Right you are," he continued, "This group, made of all races, worked towards cleanse the Thalmor from Tamriel. I've heard Valerius tied to this group." I waved my hands, "There's no need to convince me any further. I'm eating this up. So do you want me to go talk to Val?" "Give him this," He handed me a ring, "It was his wife's wedding ring. Tell him Marcus Jannus sent you, give him this note. For his eyes only." I nodded, "Errand girl activate!" I hustled over to Helgen and three 'bandits' came out to accost me. They were certainly dressed the part. "Stop right there!" The man in the front said. "I'm here to see Valerius." "Never heard of him," the man replied, "You have about ten seconds to get out of here. We don't want to hurt you." "If you were bandits, you'd just rob and kill and/or rape me. Not necessarily in that order," I paused, "Oh, I mean, you'd try. Here, I have a letter from Marcus Jannus for Valerius' eyes only. And this is his wife's wedding ring." I showed them. "Did you say Marcus Jannus, like from the war?" The man asked, "Hmm... very well. But we're going to be watching you." They surrounded me and brought me in. A voice issued from the center of the first open room, "Balfring, what do you think you're doing?" "She has a letter from Marcus Jannus. She was alone. I thought you'd want to see," the man responded. "What? That's impossible," Val replied. He sighed, "All right. All of you, return to your posts. I'll speak with her." After they walked out he reached out his hand with a cold stare. I handed him the ring and letter. "Where is Marcus?" "He's in Falkreath, awaiting your answer," I replied. He studied the ring for a moment, "I don't know how he came into possession of this ring. I nearly went mad after those Aldmeri dogs killed my family." He tore open the letter, reading for a moment, he chuckled, "Yeah, that's definitely Marcus. Always could lift our spirits." "How'd he find me?" He asked. "Val is pretty obvious, isn't it?" I folded my arms, "To someone who knows you anyway." "I guess it is. Pretty clever." "He said you were an honorable man," I said, "Even if I am a Stormcloak and a Redguard, I share your hatred for the Thalmor." "I shed my honor when I assassinated my first Aldmer diplomat." "I am literally a thief and assassin. You're preaching to the choir here," I chuckled. "Well, I suppose I would still be rotting in prison if not for him. Of course I'll see him. At least we can say our goodbyes properly." "There's the spirit," I said. Luckily, Falkreath was only down the road, less than an hour on Shadowmere. "Mind escorting me?" Marcus asked. Easy. We walked back into the keep from the light rain. Marcus said, "Valerius, you old dog. How the hell have you been?" "Marcus, why would you come here?" "I'm sure this is a shock. I came to check on my family here in Helgen, but, as you can see, it was attacked by a dragon." "Marcus, I'm very sorry. But whatever the circumstances, it does my eyes good to see you again after all these years." "The Keepers of Haatu in Skyrim. Who would've thought?" Marcus said. "So what are you really after, old friend? I know you..." "Yes, you do. I want to rebuild this town," Marcus replied, "I was raised right across the border, as a lad I used to come here often." "I don't care about this town," Valerius replied. "I know. But we might be mutually beneficial to one another," Marcus said. "Let's... table that. I have some wine downstairs, want to just catch up awhile?" Val asked. "Sure," he turned to me and handed me a pouch of gold, "I can't thank you enough. This is going to take a lot of work. I'm sure if you want, you can come back in a day or so and we'll have work for you." These old guys actually take time doing things, and I'm on a timetable. "Alright," I said. I camped out for the night (it was getting late anyway) and returned bright and early. As I walked down the stairs, I heard something collapse somewhere, but Marcus and Val didn't seem to pay it any attention. "Ah! You're back! We have a matter of grave importance to discuss," Marcus said. He turned to Val, "Do you think this foolhardy plan is actually going to work?" "I do!" He turned to a man and a woman who'd just walked in. Falco and Cienna. He had an Imperial Commander's armor on, while she had a light scout's equivalent. Two naked dead men were laying in the corner, so I guessed where they got the getups. "How does it fit?" Val asked. "Smells like death," Falco replied. "Up until yesterday it had a dead man in it," Val chuckled, "Do you know why we came to Helgen?" "I assumed it was to kill Thalmor," I replied. "Well yes, but specifically, I got a report that a group of Thalmor are holding Talos worshippers in an old dilapidated fort. Turned it into a secret prison. I sent one of my best guys to observe, but it seems he was captured," Val explained, "We were about to send these two on a mission to infiltrate and spring Korst. We took over Helgen from those bandits so we would have access to a base and supplies." "Marcus said you had a plan?" "Yes, we're going to show a writ or prisoner transfer to the Legion. Legion prisoner transports always come in groups of three. I was going to do it, but, would you like to be the frontwoman?" "I'm always down for this sort of thing," I said, "Sure your armor will fit over my big boobs?" He didn't remark on that. "Good. Subtlety. I've heard there's a particularly ruthless Justiciar named Arendil. Be careful," Val replied. We approached the old fort, just down the road, walking through the front door. "Who are you? What is the meaning of this?" A thalmor in robes demanded. "Prisoner transport. Here's the official order," I replied. "I've received no orders. I'll have to check with my superior," the guard replied. I looked around. Two thalmor in front of us, one visible up top. Probably many more. The guard reappeared with his superior. "I'm sorry," the man said snootily, "I haven't been given any orders for this. I'm afraid I won't be able to release this prisoner to you." "You will release this prisoner." "Or what? Don't think I can't tell a spy when I see one. We're going to have a lot of fun with you downstairs," he started to draw his weapon. "Don't threaten me with a good time," I said, then I shouted, "FUS!" Blowing him backwards. The other guards charged at us. I immediately laid into the mage I'd just knocked down while Falco and Cienna engaged with the two guards. I pulled out my bow and traded bowshots with the two guards now coming down the stairs. After a few minutes of combat, the Thalmor were wasted, but I knew there would be more coming soon. I threw down a Rally and a group heal and urged them forward while I kept at it with my bow. We found two who'd not heard the commotion and I, in stealth (ah stealth, I missed you) stuck one with an arrow to the throat. The other charged and I strafed around a large column while Falco and Cienna took him on head to head. When I got around behind, I slit his throat, killing him. We ventured down below. I quietly scouted ahead, laying waste to Thalmor with headshots. Occasionally the others would run in and help and I'd leave them to it because I couldn't get a clear shot. I'd just back them up and cover them if more Thalmor got involved. Finally, we reached Korst and I released him from his bonds. "Hang on," Cienna said, healing him. "Thank you, friends. But who is that with you?" "A new friend of Marcus Jannus. He's in Skyrim!" Falco said. "Why is Marcus here?" "Something about rebuilding Helgen. No time for that, we need to get the hell outta here!" Falco said. So Korst grabbed his stuff from the chest in the armory and we sprinted back to Helgen, getting in our normal armor. When we showed back up to Helgen Keep, Val was elated, "Thank the gods for our friend here. You're alive! What did they want with you? WHat are they planning?" "Heavily fortified. No prisoners but me were kept there, the rest went in and out like clockwork. It was heavily defended, but now there are none alive," Korst replied, "The Commandant was never there. I heard some of the soldiers joking he was getting soft in the embassy. Said something about him spending time with a whore in the Tall Mast Tavern. And... I think they were selling the prisoners there as slaves." I could feel my face stiffening. "Good work, Korst. Rest up and relax for a while. Dismissed," Val said. Then he turned to me, shaking his head, "I've heard of these Thalmor squads abducting people for worshipping Talos, but I didn't know what truth there was to it." "When you find out, you tell me where the slaves are going and..." I gripped my sword's hilt, "I think you know what'll happen. I'm a Talos fangirl. I was a slave and I hate the institution. This mission was made for me." "I have some contacts. I'll see what I can find out," Val nodded, "Go see Marcus." He was standing by the fire, so I just walked over to him. "Friend! You've done us a great service," Marcus said, "We're going to start rebuilding. I think you should have a say in some of the things we'll be doing." "Sure." "There's no way we can build with this few guards. We can hire mercenaries, or... do you know anyone?" Marcus asked. "I can talk to Ulfric. The Stormcloaks are strong. I'm actually a commander in their army. Semi-retired, you know, since we won and all," I said, "I got you." "While I would like to remain Independant, I guess this is inevitable. If he's amenable, it would be a strong strategic location for the Stormcloaks. We're not affiliated with the Empire, and we hate the Thalmor as much as they do," Marcus thought out loud. "He's a big softie. He'll cave," I said, "Besides, we have a son together. He's pretty much obligated to at least consider it. The men don't have much to do these days since we flushed the empire out." "By the gods! Ulfric finally settled down?" Val said from across the hall, starting into his lunch. "Not exactly!" I shouted, but offered no explanation. Marcus continued, "I actually have a man in mind already. His name is Shadrick Oak-Heart. If you go to him, say, 'My sword sings with the heart of Frandar Hunding.'" I shrugged, "Old war buddies, huh? I'll deliver your message." I rode Shadowmere, it taking until the evening (his camp was on the northern tip of Skyrim). I hopped off Shadowmere and got out my bow. "Dragon!" One of the Stormcloaks yelled. I peppered the thing with arrows until it finally landed, and it blasted the men with frost breath. I sprinted in and leapt onto the beasts' neck, slashing while the half dozen men supported me, finishing the thing off. Then, of course, the dragon's soul poured into me like normal. I noticed most of the men were dressed in the old Stormcloak armor. Only Shadrick has upgraded to the new duds. "Well, that was a hell of an entrance," Shadrick said, "How the hell have you been, Stormblade?" "Not bad," I replied, "I don't think we got many opportunities to fight together during the rebellion." "Yeah. Too few. I see you're just as sharp as you've ever been. What brings you here?" Shadrick asked. "My sword sings with the heart of Frandar Hunding," I replied. "No... who said that to you?" He asked, "After all these years?" "Valerius Artoria," I replied. "I remember back when Skyrim fuelled the Legion's ranks, back when we fought with them, rather than against them, one of the greatest commanders I ever served under (besides Ulfric, of course) was Valerius Tiberius Artoria. So why is he in Skyrim?" "They're rebuilding Helgen. They're here hunting Thalmor, independent of the Empire," I said, "Seems like more than just Skyrim and Hammerfell doesn't align with Cyrodiil's methodology these days." "I'm sure you and I could convince some men and Ulfric to side with us," he said, "But, I would like to ask you a favor before that. Since I have the ear of one of the most powerful... beautiful..." "Okay, okay, just ask me," I smiled. "Two of my men snuck out last night to explore the Sightess Pit nearby and they haven't returned. See, two more men for you if you can find them!" Shadrick replied, "In the mean time, I'll send a runner to Ulfric." "While you're at it, could you add a message for me?" I asked. "Sure," he shrugged. "Just tell him I'll be coming to get my boy in a couple weeks. There's going to be something BIG coming that is very noticeable just before I come get him. Good or ill, I don't know. Big, though," I said, "If you include the fact that this is a project I'm working on, I'm sure he'll be willing to send us guys." "Are you two... an item now?" Shadrick asked. "Not in so many words," I said. Then I walked towards the pit. I hopped down, falling into ice cold water. "Guess I'm not getting out that way," I said. It was a frozen tunnel. As I stepped forward, bandit corpses littered the walkway. Further in, a couple dwemer traps (but I don't trigger pressure plates) and then a vertical shaft leading into what looked like a dwemer ruin. I used Slowfall and jumped down, and down some more. I was silent and was able to spot the Falmer and giant spider, getting a killer headshot and body shot on them, respectively. In the next section, I got a headshot and two body shots on a Falmer mage (a little tougher). 'Shit!' I thought as four more Falmer poured out of crevices only a few feet away from me. I readied an Elemental Bolt and fired with both hands, catching ice shards and arrows in return from them. I backed up and drew two swords, using my old advance and withdraw tactic until they were all down. I let out a long sigh, healing myself. These boys were crafty today. Maybe I was out of practice. I got to a set of stairs and another spellcaster noticed me right away, who'd been hiding, and several pet spiders jumped down from the overhead. I backed off, throwing elemental bolts until the spiders were dead, then trading more bolts with the caster. I shot the last spider with my bow, who'd been minding his own business in the corner. Damn, starting to really hate Falmer. And starting to think they had some form of alert system to alert the guys down the line. In the next hallway, three Falmer jumped out of a tent, all grappling me. The two to my sides started to rip off my upper body armor, while the third slapped a Chaurus chitin armbinder on me. The armbinder guy peppered me with frost spells while the other two finished stripping me. I didn't think this sort of thing could happen to me anymore, but apparently a coordinated attack works. I growled, shouting, "TIID!" Slowing time. Excellent shout. I whipped around, both my hands locked together with the armbinder, and blasted them with Elemental Bolts until my Magicka ran dry. When I turned back there were only dried husks. So there I was, freezing, alone, frost covering my body, in an armbinder. I took a couple minutes to find the key and spring myself, then built a fire and cast a warmth spell to return to normal. I rested for a little bit. While I did, I considered just how close I came to crossing a new horizon of terribleness. Falmer were classified as monsters. They would certainly enslave me - but what other terrible things could they or would they do to me that normal men and mer would not? At the very least the thought of their weird, rubbery skin and faces made me think their dicks probably weren't any less disgusting. This is why I'd been running with groups or atleast with a buddy for so long. Even with Runa who was vastly less skilled than me could be a boon in keeping the attention of a monster so I can strike vital points. I passed through the next hallway into a huge room where I would expect to find a huge dwemer centurion, but this time I found an army of Falmer - the place was lousy with them. Maybe more than 20. This time they did not get the drop on me though. About half of them tried to snipe at me from the platform they were all on while the rest made their way down the smooth ramp that led off to the left. So they had a long path before they actually got to me and none of them jumped down. I conjured a bear - one of my recent editions to the spell list - to distract the melee attackers, and I whipped out Elemental Bolt again to deal with the ranged fighters. Because explosions can hit you around corners. When I'd slaughtered all of them, I found a cage made of Chaurus parts and let the men out. We returned via a locked elevator the Falmer were probably using for quick access. Or perhaps not, because at the top of the shaft was a strange, mutated Troll-like creature covered in scales. I'd never seen one before. But it was also slow, so while the men piled on I hammered away at its vital points with arrows. Then we returned to the surface, to the camp. "That was a hell of a ruin, your guys certainly know how to pick them," I said to Shadrick when we walked back in, "If that place weren't entirely cleared out I'd say this camp should probably move away. I got ambushed like four times. An army of better-than-normal Falmer used to live down there." Shadrick nodded, "Thanks, Stormblade. I guess all those things I've heard are true. Helgen has my full support." "What things? That I'm a thief? Assassin? Whore?" He shook his head, "You're amazing." "Trick question, I'm all three," I laughed. "Sometimes we need people like that to get the job done." I'd only killed three days. Nine to go. Making great time.

Hey, it's me, Destana. Over the last few weeks I've been beaten down a lot. That's not about to end, but it is about to get better. So there I was, suspended in the slave auction, people bidding over me like a piece of meat. After quite a few rounds I was purchased by a person named "Owner." Later I would find out her name was Octava. As soon as I was unchained, there was a flash and I awoke in a dungeon. Not a keeping people captive dungeon, but the adventuring kind. Still naked, I opened my eyes to moss-covered stone. I was laying on the floor and my master sat at a wooden table next to a bookcase that seemed out of place. She wore imperial armor, with dark hair pulled in a ponytail. I remember her looking rough but still attractive, like a retired soldier. "Where am I?" I muttered. "Fellglow Keep. C'mon. We're delving," she got up from her seat. What kind of person takes an unequipped slave adventuring? Maybe she just needed friends? I looked down at my naked form and noticed my backpack with my gear was on the table. At least... some of it. Most the odds and ends I'd picked up in my few adventures up to this point were gone. But atleast it held armor and weapons. Now, being the rash young woman I was, I immediately threw the pack on and took off running. I imagine she rolled her eyes and walked after me. It seemed we were right in the middle of the structure and I had no idea which way to go to get out, so I picked a hall and booked it. "Who's that? You will die!" A man in the next open room shouted and I stopped in my tracks. He summoned a fire atronach and they both pivoted - aiming spells at me. I whipped around and sprinted the opposite direction. There was Octava, throwing shards of ice at the pair. I blinked. She did well, drawing her sword as they grew close and finishing them off. She stood over me, offered me a hand. I raised an eyebrow. "I told you to come on. Stay low. Stay behind me. Take out your weapons. Back me up. We'll soon be out of here," she said. I took her hand. I wasn't sure what she was expecting here, but I did as she said. I put on the Elven Boots and Gloves, Elven Sword, Steel Dagger and a Hunting Bow. When I went to put on my body armor she stopped me, "It's a rule. Don't wear body armor. Get in the habit because you won't be wearing it in town." I shrugged. Probably not the worst way she could've reacted. "Now let's go!" She shouted as she ran off. I considered getting the drop on her and slitting her throat, but I realized I probably needed her to get out of here. My non-skill having ass was going to build up while she was out in front taking the hits. I was in stealth as we entered the next room and she whispered, "I'm just going to save up the punishments for later." She dealt with another room of rogue spellcasters handily. I got behind one and stabbed him in the back. A few rooms later, there was a chest in the corner. As she fought the bandits here she shouted at me, "Pick that lock. I know you're a thief." I went to work and the lock popped open easily. Of course, all proceeds going to my owner. It was a lot of rinse and repeat over the course of the dungeon. Her tanking and doing the lion's share of the damage, me stealing and backstabbing, occasionally shooting them with my bow. It's really sad, this system that indoctrinates people such as these into its dreadful tendrils. Octava seemed like a not-terrible person, unlike a lot of the people who used their dominion over me to satisfy their own hungers. She was merely a person who'd lived her whole life with slavery adjacent to her and thought nothing was wrong with it. We're a society of a certain level, with a long way to go. I might've even thought the same some times in my life. But not now. Two weeks was all I needed to know the prison system and slavery system in Skyrim wasn't good to its people. Especially people like me - they call us murder hobos in some instances. But that wasn't going to be me forever. Someday I was going to be something. Anyway, when we were at the end of the ruin, looting the treasure room, Octava said, "I wonder if we should camp under the stars or just at the end of this dungeon tonight." I muttered, "I don't know why you're asking me. You have all the power here." "Oh, I know," she reached over from the chest she was ransacking and patted me on my white-haired head, "I was talking to myself, love. I was just thinking. This dungeon is completely cleared out. Outside there are bears and crabs and... more bandits. And dragons." I raised an eyebrow again, "Dragons? Really?" "Well, I've heard stories they started appearing. I haven't actually seen one. There are some spell tomes here. I already know all these, you take them. Take anything of value. I'm running out of space in my pack," Octava said. So now I was her companion. Still, not the worst this could've gone. It could be as bad as Solitude Prison. We slept in the wood beds the bandits had been using. The next day, we travelled overland, fighting a pack of wolves and a small group of bandits. Octava could not be stopped. We approached an unguarded crypt. "Keep your distance, use stealth. I hear something going on inside," Octava said. She snuck ahead, and I wondered to myself what this woman's story was. Raiding tombs and bandit camps one after another. We were already weighed down with loot and she wanted more. Greed, or a death wish? Covenstead Crypt was normally occupied by draugr. Or rather, normally only occupied by draugr. As we entered, it was apparent somebody else was trying to do the same thing as us. Bandits with wizards were fighting a small group of draugr. Maybe, trying to carve out a hideout for themselves. I cringed as we crept closer. I'd never seen the creatures before, but they were gross bags of bones. The bandits were prepared though, mopping up the creatures in this room without much trouble. "You'll die!" A man shouted from behind us, and an invisible assailant layed into Octava. I remember nearly jumping out of my boots at that and generally being useless. She blew him back with magic and slashed him through the chest, finishing the job. The other bandits turned to us. Five of them in all. "What ye doin here, lass?" One of them threatened, "You killed our man. Granted, he was late wakin' up and not the most professional. Got any valuables on ye? Mayhaps we'll consider letting you go." "If you pay the toll!" One of the other men smirked. The two women among them were already walking into the hallway behind, giving this exchange no mind. The wizard amongst them had already drew his hands, "We don't have time for this." Octava gritted her teeth, putting her sword away and double-handing her Ice Spikes spell while she had some distance on them. The two male bandits all drew their weapons, women already fighting draugr in the next room down the hall. The bandit wizard shot a kind-of fireball at Octava, catching her by surprise and by then the other bandits were double-teaming her with their rough swords. I drew two daggers and slashed at the wizard. He turned and blasted me with Frostbite, finding it easy to bottom out my stamina. Then he turned to burn Octava with Flames. She went down completely. The bandits turned to me, and being staggered they immediately triggered Defeat. I remember one of them reaching behind me and relocking my restraints that'd been hanging from my wrists after I put the elven gloves on. But they just latched them, where were the keys? So I was free from one form of bondage. But now these bandits would have me. We were at the entrance to the hallway... and they had me boxed in from going for the exit. But I knew more draugr awaited me inside. Which was worse, getting killed and eaten, or getting raped (and possibly killed?) "Guess we get to take our toll after all," he grabbed me, pulled out his dick and started to facefuck me, needing little encouragement. Men like to do that to me, I guess. When he was done, I immediately got up and started to run. I went inward, which was a mistake. Just a few steps in there was a crosspath. The two women turned the corner with their leader in tow, which I'd not seen yet. He immediately thwacked me in the chin, sending me to my knees. "Think I'll take my cut as leader now," he said as he got on top of me. Maybe that's why the other ones didn't immediately get on me... they had a leader who wouldn't want sloppy seconds. I struggled, but I was still weak from all the abuse and fighting, and he did what he wanted. Behind me, the dunmer woman, aroused by the display, stripped and invited the two men to take her at the same time, while the other woman and the wizard (who seemed bored, like he wanted no part in all this) watched. Through this exchange I was weighing my options. As soon as the bandit leader got off me, I got to my feet. And a booming voice blew me off my feet again. "FUS..RO...DAHHHhhhh!" A draugr shouted, though it was less a 'dah' and more a snake-like moan of the undead. A huge party of them rounded the corner from deeper within the dungeon. Five or six! Apparently they'd been distracted long enough to draw a crowd. I sprinted for the doorway. I turned to look at Octava's burnt corpse as I passed. They'd stripped the clothes off her, probably to sell. I grabbed the keys to my restraints laying on the ground, not even unlocking them. Then I got the hell out of there. I remember running. Not even bothering to try and remove my chains yet. Getting out of there. Running in the rain. Refusing to respond to anyone doing anything around me. I knew the second I engaged that I would be under somebody else's yoke again. Eventually, maybe after nearly a whole day of walking and running, I came to a farm house. By this time it must've been midnight, still raining. I sat against the outer wall of the house, finally unlocking my chains and throwing them into a nearby ditch. My body was drenched, and I was starving and freezing. I took out one of my few lockpicks and picked the lock to the farm house. Whatever I would do, I needed to get dry. Inside, I was met by a small, quaint dwelling. Man and wife were asleep in a bed next to each other, no doubt exhausted by a day of hard work. I stared at them for a minute, considering all the bad things people had done to me. I could do the same things to these people. But, no. That wasn't my way. I laid out my clothes and my pack by the fire, trying to get everything dry. I grabbed heaps of cheese and bread and water and hungrily ate and drank. Then I sat. So there I was, sitting naked in these people's living room, in the next room from the couple's sleep. In the meantime, I decided I was going to cut my hair. I sawed it off roughly with the Steel Dagger. Hopefully no more hair-pulling for me. "What's this?" The man smiled. Oh no. I drew my daggers from the sheaths on the floor, not having the sword close at hand. The firelight licked against my naked body as I stared daggers at him, ready to kill. "Don't worry. I don't intend to hurt you," the farmer said, "Just thought I was gettin' robbed. I'm not, am I?" "No," I said finally, relaxing my guard. He looked my body up and down, "You look like you've been through a lot." "I have," I replied. "You an escaped slave?" He asked. "I am." "You know they'll be sending bounty hunters after you," the farmer said, "They're pretty good at finding people." "Thanks," I replied. "You're free to warm yourself by the fire, or..." "Or..?" I asked, folding my arms. "The bed in the next room is comfortable. Room enough for three. The wife and I don't get much company," he looked at my body that'd been wrecked by the last few weeks, "I don't suppose you've had any tenderness recently." "I..." I started, ready to tell him I would never touch a human being again. "I..." I tried again, feeling my voice choke off. I could feel desire building within me for actual human contact that wasn't me getting abused, beaten and being helpless. I could feel tears welling up in my eyes. "C'mon, lass," the farmer said. His wife looked on as we entered the room. "My love..." The farmer started. "I know," she replied, "It's a small house. I was listening." So I laid between them. The wife took off her simple dress and just touched me, stroked my aching body for a while. She went down on me while the farmer held me from behind. Not in a constrictive way. It was very loving, like they'd done this before. I had my release, and I laid there while the two of them had passionate sex. We all went to sleep. Later that night, the farmer woke me up and gently pushed himself inside me from behind. He was tender and made sure I enjoyed it. As I drifted back to sleep, I remembered that there were good things in this world. Sex could be good, and healthy. And I wanted it again. It was then that I decided that I was going back to Solitude. I knew it might kill me, but I wanted revenge.

Hey, it's me Destana. I just wanted to have an aside for a minute. This is one of the worst parts of my journey. I was abused, I was downtrodden. Generally a bad time. Skyrim will chew you up and spit you out if you let it. I think this contributed to me being as hard as I am now. Probably contributed to me being an amoral asshole absolute killer too. To continue my story... Day 0: The Evening in Jail The guards all took turns beating me with whips and fucking me. What is it about Skyrim guards that makes them all devoid of human sympathy? Only a few scars this time. I collapsed on the pile of hay in the corner. Day 1: The Pillory The next morning the jailer dragged me to the city, naked. I had to stand all day in the square, butt hanging out in the stocks. Surprisingly, nobody took advantage of me, hanging out like that. I just had to be out in the sun. All day. At the end of the day the jailer took me back to my cell and had his way with me again and whipped me. I didn't have the will to fight back anymore. Day 2: X in the square The next day I was again brought into the square, chained to a big wooden X and made to wait all day. A few people came by and groped me. But that was it. That night the jailer had his way with me again and whipped me, but none of the guards joined in this time. Already old news, I guess. Day 3: The Blue Palace "The Jarl requests your presence," the jailer said, waking me up. He slapped me in my irons again. The next thing I knew, I was thrown in a cell in the Jarl's palace and the jailer went off to do some business in the palace. There was a mirror, a wash basin, plants... food and drink that hadn't been carelessly thrown on the floor. As I laid on the green bed I realized that for the first time I was comfortable. As I looked at myself in the mirror I realized just how out-of-body I'd been the last few days. I was covered in red stripes. I touched a few, still burning from all the whippings and realized I'd have a roadmap of scars that would never heal. I slept again, and nobody bothered me for at least a couple hours. My first visitor came by a couple hours into my sleep. Dressed in sleek-looking steel armor and no helm with a dirty face, it was the housecarl Bolgeir Bearclaw. The jailer didn't come with him but I imagine the conversation went something like this: "Hey Bolgeir, want to see the new treat I brought for the Jarl and her men?" The Jailer smirked. Bolgeir stoically grabbed the Jailer by the collar. He thought for a second, then said, "Give me the key and don't bother me, you freak. I'll lock up when I'm done." He wasn't rough like most the other men. He wasn't loving by any means. It was a facefuck. But when I started to choke he slowed down. Then when he was done, having said nothing, he left and locked the door. The second visitor was a no-name guard a few hours later. The Jailer watched him and when he was done, he said he'd had better and they left after dropping food and water on the floor. Third visitor was a woman named Una. It was super quick, her not even bothering to take her clothes off. She told me to lay down, hiked up her skirt and got on top of me and I realized.... this woman had a dick! Maybe that's why she'd been so secretive... a rare sight in Skyrim. Though... she wasn't really much of a looker. As I laid there and took another dick for the hundredth time against my will I robotically thought about my cycle. Thank the gods I wasn't near ovulation. IF I ever got out of here I thought might need to take a few Potions of Damage Fertility. And with that, the day was over. The Jailer left me in the Jarl's palace. I overheard him talking to someone. Apparently the Jarl had been very busy planning her husband's funeral and hadn't had time for her or her inner circle to take part in their new playtoy (me). Of course, he had to fuck me one more time before he left. I remember him choking me this time. Day 4: Jarl's Palace Part 2 Just when I was getting used to the comfort of sheets and an actual bed, I was dragged out of my slumber early in the morning. "Shh!" The dunmer shushed me. It was a thief, burgling the palace. I scanned the room, realizing he'd picked the lock to my cell and let himself in. So it must be unlocked now. For the first time in days I saw a glimmer of hope. "You with the guild?" I whispered. "You kiddin me, lass? I'm startin' me own outfit! Shut up while I get mine and I might just leave the door open for ye," the thief grinned. He pushed me on my back in the bed and started, but he only got about halfway through before the guards rushed in, having been alerted. They fought and killed him right there in the cell and relocked the door. Damn. Later that day, my fifth visitor was a housecarl named Erikur. I think he held his arms behind my back and took me from behind. Barely memorable. And then the sixth visitor: Another random guard. He didn't even bother to take his helmet off, which was probably good for him. I wonder if he could see the murder in my eyes. However, he did decide to do an anal jackhammer. With that, the day was over. The jailer threw food on me again, not even bothering to fuck me. Gods, I can't believe I just said it like that. Day 5: Jarl's Palace Again. Orgy Day. My seventh visitor came pretty early in the morning. And to this day I can't remember his name. Redguard with the traditional 'redguard garb,' which to me sounds like a racist statement by the Nords who labeled the clothing, but whatever. Perhaps sensing a kindred spirit in this harsh land he wasn't rough. He gently had me suck him and then he went doggystyle. "Thanks," he said when he was done. "You don't have to thank her you fool, she's basically meat," the jailer said to him. My eighth visitor was a little different. A little older, but still pretty good looking, I believe it was Olfina Grey-Mane the barmaid. That's not the interesting part though. Apparently she'd requested a threesome with me and the jailer. For once, this actually felt pretty good. Only five days and I was starting to sympathize with my captors. I had already taken an interest in the Jarl's problems. Speaking of which, it seemed the court had let up in busy-ness that night, because our threesome drew a crowd. When we changed positions from being fucked while Olfina sat on my face, I noticed the Jarl was sitting on the bed in the onlooking room. Erikur, Bolgeir and her steward Falk Firebeard were standing around her, cheering for us. I remember Falk calling me a whore (which... you try being a prisoner!!). The court wizard Sybille was there too. Watching us inspired them to start grouping up and fucking. First, Sybille with Erikur. The jailor and Olfina finished and left and I was stuck there, watching. I remember thinking Elisif must be lonely from her husband passing as she took got DP'ed by Falk and Bolgeir. (Dammit, I'm doing it again)! It's easy to look back on these times with nostalgia and not be despondent about it. As they say, there is a sickness in this land that needed to be cut out. A mission that I have still not yet accomplished. Day 6: Parade In the morning the jailer came and got me in the morning and took me outside. I wasn't sure if we were going back to the actual prison, or the pillory or whatever. But he just told me to walk. When I hesitated for a second, he whipped me mercilessly. Gritting my teeth, I took off. But he had some form of invisible leash, and he pulled me off my feet. At this point, a crowd had started to gather and they heckled me. Just what I needed. After a few hours of walking in circles and being beaten, I was put in an outside cell. It was a good 40 feet off the ground. I considered escaping, but I was worn out. I slept on the pile of hay on the iron grate under me, my naked burning skin exposed to the elements. I woke up shivering several times, thinking I was going to freeze to death. Day 7: The Wheel In the morning the Jailer yanked me down from my perch, a group of guards catching me. This, like the pillory, was ultimately more boring than anything. Nobody bothered me, but it was very uncomfortable. We sat there until midnight. (Seriously, does this guy not have any other prisoners to torment?) Day 8: The Inn At midnight, the jailer said, "The local drunks need entertainment, and you're going to provide it." He pulled my invisible leash until we were at the Winking Skeever. He locked me in a room by myself and threw some old bread and a ... mana potion on the ground while he went to find would-be rapists. I drank it. It was fluid. Fuck it. He came back in two minutes with two men. I don't even think I ever knew their names, but one fucked me from behind while the other facefucked me. When they were done the jailer force-fed me an 'Archmage,' a drug that worked kind of like a potion, but started the user spiraling down the road to addiction. Moments like these... I had to wonder if I was going to make it out of this experience alive. This was a dull fear. Not like the Thalmor attempted rape, which was me hanging off a cliff. This was a slippery slope to a pit of spikes that I was clawing at to stay alive. And losing. The men dumped me on the inn floor and I remember weeping as I lay there. A small child approached my naked and broken form and said something child-like, but my entire consciousness was getting hazy from lack of food and water. Tears staining my cheeks, I decided I was going to do whatever I could now. I was an animal backed into a corner. The jailer had walked off, making the error of leaving the child in the room with me. Obviously the kid of a barmaid or some such. "Call... for your mother," I whispered, "I'm a dangerous prisoner." The child seemed to immediately realize she was in a deadly situation because she called for her mother to unlock the inn room door. "I think she's in here. Oh thank goodness!" The mother shouted as she embraced her daughter. Perfect. There was a dagger on her hip. Thank Talos. Using all the strength I could muster, I stealthed and shut the door behind her. I checked the woman's goods and lifted the Steel Dagger from her person. Then I waited. The door slid open again. The Jailer stood there as the mother and child filed out. I'm a monster, but I'm not that much of a monster. Yet. I jumped forward onto the jailer's back and stabbed at his throat. He turned and laughed. (His health bar barely moved!) He knocked me to the ground, clapping me one more time and I fell unconscious. Day 9: As I woke up back in the original prison, the jailor smiled through the bars. He opened the door and pulled me out, like he had so many times. As I dragged my feet along, he led me outside. Another parade? Gods, I was so tired. Suddenly he turned to me and said, "Have you thought about how bad it is to break the law?" And of course, I had a gag in my mouth, as I often did while we were travelling. Realizing his mistake, he smirked, and said, "Don't answer that." "I was originally going to free you on day 10, which is coming up." "The reason the hold trusts me so much is because I can rehabilitate prisoners in two weeks or less. That is my guarantee. You know how I have a 100% track record?" He paused, but, again I couldn't answer. "Because the ones that I don't rehabilitate in that time I sell to the Riften Slave Auction," he smirked before he blasted me with a green-tinted spell. I dropped to the ground, paralyzed, "Can't be clubbing you over the head. Don't want to damage the merchandise. After that stunt you pulled yesterday you're lucky I didn't skewer you." And then everything faded to black.

TL;DR version: I make the SimpleSlevery mod compatible (I think fully) with the RJW mod, slaves can be raped and all that. you need to delete your version of RJW and install this one instead. this is the 4.3.3 version of the RJW mod first post here so first off, sorry in advance if I am doing something wrong here. Simple Slavery. (this is the version I am using: https://steamcommunity.com/sharedfiles/filedetails/?id=2144935009) For those who don't know this mod let's you enslave prisoners and use them as workers. The mod doesn't treat them as prisoners anymore thou. it's more like they are colonist with less freedom and a few extra stuff. RJW let's you set prisoners (and masochists) as comfort rape targets. Due to the fact that Simple Slavery treats slaves as colonists pretty much, this has the sad effect of not being able to set slaves as comfort rape targets. I didn't like that, so I decided to fix it. let it be known thou, that I am in no way good at modding and programming in general. but after learning some new stuff and spending a few hours scratching my head I figured out how this stuff works (more or less) for those people who are interested how I did it, I am not sure if there are any, here is an explanation: now for a quick list of what I fixed: - slaves can now be designated as comfort rape targets. - slaves can now be designated for animal breeding (which results in animals raping the slave as far as I've seen). - in the brothel tab, slaves are marked as prisoner or slave (the shackles icon) sadly, I don't know (yet) how to make a separate mod with my solution, and if it is even possible, might look into that later. For now you sadly need to delete the old RJW version and install this one instead. The good part is that, at least so far, I didn't saw any problems when testing, even when disabling the SimpleSlavery mod. Lastly I will add that I modified the 4.3.3 version of the RJW mod. RJW simple slavery fix.zip