Adam Jensen Posted September 5, 2013 Posted September 5, 2013 It's no secret that Sanguine's Debauchery it's one of my favorite mods and one of the reasons is because it allows for great roleplaying situations. This is why, I think it be interesting to have a thread where we can share stories of our fallen heroines in their quest against evil. The difference between this and other threads is that this one should be more focus on the story aspect. While pictures are welcome, I find that the most interesting part, is the story you can create. So to kick things up, I'll start with two stories of my own: Alexia is a renown vampire hunter. She is known throughout Skyrim for having put a stop to Harkon's evil scheme, so it was no surprise that she was drawn to Morthal's eeriness. As our heroine made her way into small town, a burned house caught her attention. Curious as to what may have led to that house getting burned, she decided to pay thejarl a visit. The jarl explained to her how that used to be the home of a wedded couple and that she suspects the husband burned the house because he fell in love with another woman amazingly fast. Alexia being a skilled vampire hunter, quickly thinks there must be foul play involved so she decides to investigate. Through a whole chain of unfortunate events, Alexia's suspicion prove to be right and there is vampire activity behind this. However it is much worse than she thought, Movarth,one of the oldest vampire masters. Knowing the risks behind such a dangerous man, Alexia refused the help from the villagers, something she would regret soon. She made her way into his lair and all seemed to go in her favor. She killed a few thralls before they could even see her and even took down a few vampires. She then took a platform that led to a higher ground where Movarth was standing. She hid in the shadows, but for all her skill, she was not ready for what was about to happen. Another vampire had spotted her and just as she was about to attack Movarth, the vampire shot her with a paralyzing arrow, making her fall to the ground and lose consciousness. When she woke up, she found herself stripped of all her clothing, bound and gagged. Movarth stood right in front of her with a devilish grin. Alexia pleaded as most as she could, but all that could be heard was a muffled moan, which made the surrounding vampires laugh at her. Movarth knew who she was and he was going to make an example of her. He stripped down and decide to reap the rewards of his capture. Without any second thoughts or gentleness, he pushed Alexia into the ground and began to penetrate her. Alexia moaned in pain, anger and humiliation. The enemy she had fought for so long was now having her way with her as if she were a toy. Once finished, he decided to add insult to injury and had her be held in a post as an exhibition for all the vampires. This humiliation mark the defeat of one the vampire's biggest threats.
Adam Jensen Posted September 5, 2013 Author Posted September 5, 2013 On her way to visit High Hrothar, Alexia decided to stop in Ivarstead for a drink. After a long walk, she needed a bit of relaxation, so without any hesitation she decided to visit the local tavern/inn. As she drank her mead, she heard rumors of a haunted barrow nearby. She asked the barkeeper what was going on and he went on to explain how a ghost had been seen in the barrow next to Ivarstead. This had proved to be very harmful for the tavern, since people were afraid to visit a haunted place. Alexia decided to help the people Ivarstead, divines knew they needed it. So she valiantly made her way into the barrow. ON her way in, she encountered the "ghost" who warn her to go away. However this hadn't been the first time a spectral being tried to intimidate her, so she made her way inside . After solving some traps and puzzles, who were most probably set up by the ghost, Alexia made her way into a small room. There she found a journal detailing how a dunmer had tricked the people of Ivarstead into believing the barrow was haunted, so that he could try to steal the treasure hidden in it. The man was clever enough that he came up with a potion to allow one to don the guise of a ghost. Alexia was ready to return with her findings to the people of Ivarstead but before she could leave she was intercepted by the man. She quickly drew her blade and began to attack the man, but a sorcerer capable of making himself look like a ghost had quite a few tricks. He casted illusions of himself to confuse the young adventurer which had her wasting her energy at meaningless tricks. The battle went on for quite a bit, until Alexia could not keep fighting anymore. She fell on her knees due to exhaustion and the man finished her off by imprisoning her in ice. Once captive, the man at first didn't know what to do with her. He thought of killing her, but then he thought of a better idea. Given that he had spent most of his time holed up in that barrow, he hadn't had any sort of contact with anyone, so it was then that he decided to make her his pet. Alexia first resisted, but as he went on, she gradually gave in. Days went by and he had his way with her as much as he wanted. He did her in many ways, explored new possibilities. After weeks of non stop action, he decided to take it even further and began to experiment with her, which lead to this result... But Alexia doesn't mind, after all the things he has done to her, she has lost her mind in blissful oblivion.
Ramirofam Posted September 5, 2013 Posted September 5, 2013 Nice, I like this thread and it should be kept up, once I actually start a story with the mod, I will post my story. (Cause I usually load a save if i get enslaved, cause I don't feel like doing it) But i have to ask, can you tell me all the mods that you use for your character, I am not trying to copy it or anything, but I would love to have the same exact mods that you use for your character. So can you list all the character modifying mods that you have. Thank You, and nice thread
Adam Jensen Posted September 5, 2013 Author Posted September 5, 2013 I'm currently using the lunari race. That's mostly it, besides Apachii skyhair and female animations. You can check it out here. http://skyrim.nexusmods.com/mods/21602/?
Stratovarius Posted September 6, 2013 Posted September 6, 2013 You should make a ghostly adventures of Alexia next!
Ramirofam Posted September 6, 2013 Posted September 6, 2013 I was testing it today, and it seems like there's a problem with my SD, every time I get enslaved I CTD, I will keep trying though. Oh and I tried the Lunari race, and it doesn't look quite like yours, it doesn't have that shine, sweat, and it doesn't have as big of hips as your character. Is your weight max, and is it the CBBE version? Thank you for the last reply and in advance. Once I can get SD running, ill be sure to post my story
Adam Jensen Posted September 6, 2013 Author Posted September 6, 2013 Yeah mine is CBBE and max. The sweat is part of SD and the gloss is probably the ENB.
ErisL Posted September 6, 2013 Posted September 6, 2013 Sigrun's Tale, part 1 Sigrun looked up at her visitor. The visitor didn't meet her gaze. "Right," she said. "I guess I should tell you what happened. What you decide to do with me after that is up to you, but... My name is Sigrun. Yeah, I know. It's a Nord name, and I'm Dunmer. Grandfather named me. He's the Nord you're looking for." "Is he really your grandfather?" the visitor asked. "Maybe. I don't know. But he's the closest thing I had to a father growing up. Windhelm's Grey Quarter is not a kind place to the poor, much less poor Dunmer. But he cared. Treated me like I was his own daughter. He was a good man." The visitor nodded. "Go on." "You already know about what happened when I arrived in Morthal. People needed help, and I'm... well, an idiot, as it turns out. It was night when we arrived at the Vampire's lair. That was our first mistake. The second was letting that big crowd of pitchfork and torch-wielding peasants run back to Morthal. At least Thonnir had my back. For all the good it did. We went in together. Took out the frostbite spiders that were lairing near the entrance. Good policy on the vamps' part: nasty little buggers are a big threat to mortals, not so much to vampires. The next chamber was full of bodies and discarded clothes. Thonnir never saw the vamp-slave who killed him. The man just came rushing out of this pit and shoved his sword through the back of Thonnir's skull and out the front. By Talos but that was disgusting. And more than a little intimidating. Do you KNOW how much strength it takes to shove a blade through someone's SKULL? Anyways, he died. It was bad. I killed the thrall who got him, though, and I kept going, as much to avenge him now as to set right what had happened in town. I knew I needed to do this carefully or I'd end up just as dead as Thonnir. I was careful, and I was quiet, and by the time I was done, I'd assassinated every single vampire and thrall in that lair except for Morvath Piquine himself. I lined up my shot, took a breath, and then let it out as I released the string. My arrow flew straight and true, and buried itself in his heart. I had a second arrow in him before he spotted me. Then he, I don't know. He moved. He was on me before I could draw my third arrow. He did... something. It got very, very cold, and this red light was flowing out of my chest and into his outstretched hand. I think it amused him. His eyes were smiling. Everything went dark. When I came to, I was naked, freezing, and had an iron collar around my neck and my wrists bound together behind my back. He..." "You don't have to talk about this if you don't want to." Sigrun shook her head, her eyes wet with unshed tears. "I... I need to, you know?" "He made me kneel down in front of him. Forced me to. Physically forced me. He was so strong, and I coulnd't... stop him. He had this axe that he carried, and right then it was resting just a few inches from the back of my neck. If he wanted to, he could have cut my head off with a flick of his wrist. He didn't. Instead, he raped me. I tried to shut it out. Shut my eyes. Be somewhere else. I told myself that it was just flesh, that nothing he did could really hurt me. I... he... I lost track of time. At first, I was spitting insults at him every chance I got. So he gagged me, and blind-folded me, and did... other things. And the whole time, he had that axe in his hand. Sometimes he'd let the blade rest against my throat while he fucked me, and I was afraid that if he came too hard, he'd lose control and kill me. ... some days, that didn't seem like it would be such a bad thing. He said I had to replace all the vamps and all the slaves I'd killed. He said that because I was female, I was uniquely equipped to do so. Some days, he tied me up to this big, I don't know, post? Cross? Something. I never actually saw it. I was blindfolded, gagged, and bound for most of the first month. Sometimes he fed on me. That was always the worst. Feeling my blood pulsing out into him. He liked to time it so he came inside me just as he bit me. He'd laugh and say that he never took more than he gave. I knew he'd slip up eventually. Everyone makes mistakes. Everyone. One night, I don't know, some time in the second month, I think, he didn't quite secure my bonds the way he usually did when he tied me up for the evening. Maybe he was just in a hurry for something. I don't know. But I bided my time, and I worked those ropes until my wrists were bleeding. I got free. My first instinct was to run, and I took it. I sprinted for the cave entrance as fast as I bloody well could without making a racket. When I got near the entrance, it was like I'd run face-first into a brick wall. I couldn't go any further. Something was forcing me to stop. A compulsion, maybe, but not one I could fight. I got control of myself, forced myself to think, and then I called up my sword. I had to kill him. I knew that now. He had to die or I'd never be able to leave. It was easier this time, somehow. Yeah, I'd just spent the better part of two months being raped almost non-stop, but the second time I stalked Morvath Piquine, I got right up to him before he ever realized I was there, and I slit his bloody throat. Didn't stop there, though. I also stabbed out his eyes, sliced out his heart, and put my bound sword through every joint he had just to make absolutely sure he wasn't going to come back to life. I was screaming at the top of my lungs the whole time, and I felt this... thirst. I wanted to bathe in his blood. I wanted to rip him limb from limb and devour everything. I..." Sigrun trailed off. "How long was it before you realized you were pregnant?" Sigrun looked down at her belly, swollen in the ninth month of pregnancy. "Vampires don't get pregnant," she said sullenly. "You weren't a vampire when you did, were you?" "... No." "When did you turn?" "... Pretty late. I figure he must have... he must have wanted it to linger, to take a long time, so I could suffer. I think if he'd been alive, he could have held it in check until I'd..." she swallowed. "Until I'd given birth to all the replacements he wanted." "Even with the bastard dead, the compulsion to stay in the cave was still there. I couldn't leave. It was well stocked, though. All the food I could want. I didn't think much of the clothes, though, and after a few months, they didn't fit anyways. I was pregnant, and as months passed, trapped in that stupid cave, I..." She frowned. "Why didn't anyone come to rescue me?" "When neither your nor Thonnir emerged from the lair after a day, it was decided that it was too dangerous to risk anyone else. We'd planned to ask the Vigilants to come and destroy the lair, but by the time we got a messenger to them, they had been destroyed." "Destroyed?" Sigrun asked, alarmed. "Pray continue." "Right. I had some weird dreams. And some where I was killing. Feeding. Drowning Skyrim in a tide of blood, and it felt so sweet, and..." She shuddered. "As time went by, I couldn't deny the changes that were happening to me. "When did the compulsion to remain in the cave finally fade?" Sigrun looked down. "...When I became a vampire," she said. "Ah." "The moment the compulsion dropped, I left. There wasn't any point in running anymore, so I walked. I walked the whole way from the lair back to Morthal, and a guard met me on the edge of town. You know the rest." The visitor - Idgrod Ravencrone - nodded. "Indeed I do," she said. "Which brings us to a question. What shall we do with you?" "... I don't want to die," Sigrun said. "No one does," the Jarl of Hjaalmarch replied. "I believe I shall send for Falion. Perhaps he have something to say on the matter. In the meantime, do try not to give birth to a dhampir in my prison. It would upset the guards so." The Jarl departed without another word, and the sound of the prison doors slamming shut echoed loudly in the barracks. Sigrun looked down at her belly and shuddered, and tried very hard to ignore her ever rising thirst for blood. "... I'll see what I can do," she said hopelessly. The birth pains began a few minutes later.
Adam Jensen Posted September 6, 2013 Author Posted September 6, 2013 Great story! Somehow I am not surprised that Movath's lair is a good source of inspiration for SD stories, it just seems like a natural fit imo !
ErisL Posted September 6, 2013 Posted September 6, 2013 Thanks very much. Yes, Morvath's lair is good for that. Spooky vampire lair in the middle of a frozen marsh? Powerful master vampire in charge, with plans to conquer the nearby town? A brave young woman seeking to put an end to his evil? The stories basically write themselves.
Guest mercury11 Posted September 6, 2013 Posted September 6, 2013 @DrGrimReaper and ErisL I just love both of your stories! They're very well put together. Alexia is just jaw dropping gorgeous, and Sigrun is so adorably cute I feel as if how could this happen to her? I can't wait for the continuation.
Adam Jensen Posted September 7, 2013 Author Posted September 7, 2013 Thanks, I really appreciate the compliment ! Hopefully we'll be seeing a lot more stories soon ! @ErisL I know right!? I love how we can tie the quest themselves into the story.
Regallag the Perv Posted September 7, 2013 Posted September 7, 2013 Sigrun's Tale, part 1 That was great! I can't wait for part 2!
ErisL Posted September 9, 2013 Posted September 9, 2013 Sigrun's Tale, Part 2 (No sex this time, couldn't justify it, it always felt forced. What? Don't look at me like that. I'm being serious.) I gave birth. If you've never experienced it, there's nothing I can say that will even come close to what it was like. I have never in my life felt such pain, and I hope never to feel it again. Maybe it's different when you're giving birth to a child you wanted, a child you chose to have. I'd been living with this pregnancy trapped in that vampire's cave for the better part of a year, unable to do anything but watch my belly swell. When the baby moved inside me for the first time... the whole world seemed to tilt sideways, and I only realized I was screaming ten minutes later. Even more, I'd never intended to have a child. Not ever. I loved the freedom of the open road, being able to choose where I would go, and when, and to seek adventure wherever I could find it. Having a baby, becoming a mother, it would change everything. We had a word for adventurers who got pregnant: retired. Sure, a very tiny number of women were both rich enough and willing to let someone else take care of their baby while they went adventuring. That wasn't most people. That wasn't me. The moment I looked into the eyes of my newborn son, my newborn daughter, I'd never be able to leave them to some nurse-maid. When I became a mother, that was it. That was the end of the adventure. I wanted nothing to do with it. That was one of the reasons I preferred to take other women as lovers: not the only reason, but one of them. I gave birth. It took me two days. The baby was dead. After all that. After everything. After carrying the bastard's spawn in me for nine months, panic rising with every moment that passed, after accepting the fact that I'd be a mother, after two days of labour, the baby I'd birthed was dead. No pulse. No breathing. Nothing. I stared at the tiny dead thing, my son, and I felt numb. Maybe it was shock. I don't know. Then it opened its eyes. Red, shining eyes, just like its fathers, and just like mine, now. He began to cry. He had no heartbeat, but he was crying, and I felt something quivering in the back of my thoughts. Something dark, and awful, and... no. He was crying. I took him into my arms, and his flesh was a cold as mine. I drew him to my breast, and it felt like I was moving through molasses. His infant lips touched my nipple, and he latched on. I shuddered. ... and then I felt his tiny, tiny fangs pierce my breast, and he began to suckle, not milk, but blood. I screamed. I screamed, and I didn't stop screaming. I remember his teeth tearing me as I pulled him off. I remember his eyes glowing in the dim light of the cell. My infant son, to whom I had just given birth, hissed at me, fangs bared, and the bottom dropped out of my world. I don't remember anything else before the cell door opened. I heard the noise. Then the Jarl's wizard, Falion, was at my side, and I fell into darkness. I don't know what they did with that rapist vampire's son. I don't think I want to know. It's better that way. I don't have to think about it. I know that it took me a few days to recover from the birth, and that the whole time, I was getting hungrier and hungrier, and I hadn't eaten anything since I escaped the cave. When I'd recovered, I was given clothes to wear, and Falion called me to his hut. The guards brought me in fetters, but he released me and made them wait outside. The guards scowled at me, as if it were my fault he was dismissing them, but they obeyed. I caught sight of my reflection in a mirror set on Falion's enchantment table, and I didn't recognize myself. I'd known that my hair was long, now, but I didn't really realize what that meant until I saw myself. It felt... it felt unreal, but so had everything that had happened in the last nine months. He invited me to sit at his table, and I did. He didn't join me at the table. He stood with his back to me, facing the fireplace, and spoke bluntly: "Do you want to live?" he asked. I looked at him over my shoulder. "... What?" "Do you want to live?" "I don't want to die," I said automatically. "I didn't ask if you wanted to die. I asked if you want to live." I stared at the man. Did I want to live? What kind of question was that? Of course I... I... My eyes widened, and I couldn't speak. In the silence, I could hear the beating of his heart, and I clenched my eyes shut. He nodded, as if he'd expected that reaction. "When a person survives an ordeal like the one you suffered..." he began. I shut out the rest of what he was saying, and I felt anger rising in my breast. I had endured enslavement and months of rape and debasement, pregnancy and vampirism, and now, after all that, I didn't know if I wanted to live? Like hell. "I want to live," I snapped. I didn't know if it was true, but that didn't matter. I'd decided. He looked at me for the first time, then, smiling a small, almost invisible smile. "Good," he said. He explained the situation, then. What vampirism was. What it really meant. How the disease which caused it was a physical manifestation of Molag Bal. When That Bastard had infected me, when he'd raped me and given me his disease, Molag Bal had touched me as well. The King of Rape had a claim to me, now, and for all that I didn't particularly want to hear that, it didn't make it any less true. There was no cure that he knew of. There were a few promising leads, but they would take time to research, and may not amount to anything. Falion and his Jarl wanted to be sure about me. That I wasn't going to be just another mindless, bloodthirsty monster. So Falion gave me a task: there was a cave to the north in which another master vampire had made his home. If I wanted to live, I would need to travel to the cave and end the corruption within. This sounded like a terrible plan. I had just escaped from one Master Vampire, and he wanted me to face another? Right. So I could end up enslaved, again. Or worse. Not that I could imagine worse, but still, it was the principle of the thing. He reminded me that it was either this or death. I wanted to live. When I arrived at the cave, I took careful stock of my surroundings. I prepared myself as best I could, and then I set out to do the work I had come to do. It was easier than I thought it would be. Or maybe I'm just stronger. I killed them. I killed them all. Even the Master Vampire fell to my Bound Arrows. What I saw in that cave was disgusting. The way those vampires treated humans, like nothing better than cattle for the slaughter, I don't even have words to... there were bones. Bones and corpses and a few living captives. ... some of them were children. I did my best for them, but it was all I could do not to feast on their life's blood whenever I looked at them. They seemed to sense that, and pulled away from me. That just made it worse: my instincts screamed at me to chase and kill the thing that was fleeing, and I'm still not sure how I managed not to. Afterwards, I returned to Falion. "Well," he said. "What did you think of your fellow vampires?" I told him, and he nodded. Then his expression seemed to soften slightly. "For what it's worth, I'm sorry this happened to you," he said. It wasn't worth much. He sighed. "I know. But I'm still sorry this happened to you. And I have news. Something which may be of interest to you." I looked up. He said he'd looked through the town's records, and my grandfather - the Nord who had raised me in the slums of Windhelm - had once lived in Hjaalmarch at a place called Windstad Manor. Nobody lived there anymore, and Falion wasn't sure why it had been abandoned, but it was still there. A few hours later, I stood outside Grandfather's childhood home. No other homes, no other sign of civilization was anywhere nearby. I went in. Most of the furnishings were gone, and the house smelled of dust and mold, but it felt like home. My eyes burned with tears, but I didn't let them fall. Instead, I went to one of the few tables left in Windstad Manor and stared at my reflection in the glass of a display case that sat nearby. It was dim. I wouldn't have been able to see anything if I hadn't been a vampire. It still didn't look like me. Didn't feel like me. When I closed my eyes, I could still feel Morvath Piquine's breath on my neck. I could still feel him inside me. For all that my belly had shrunk back to normal in record time, I could still feel phantom sensation of the child he'd impregnated me with, moving in my womb. I ran my fingers through my long hair, and pulled out a knife. When the last dark lock fell to the floor, I looked at my reflection once more, and felt a surge of relief. I could still feel Morvath Pinquine, dead as he was, but now I could see myself again, too. There I was. That was me. I wasn't going to cry. Alone, I sank down into the chair beside the goat-horn lamp in Grandfather's long abandoned ancestral home, and lit a candle against the darkness. It wasn't much, but it was enough for now.
Lyman the Lunatic Posted September 10, 2013 Posted September 10, 2013 This thread really REALLY tempts me! I'd been using SD pretty much all of it's versions since the WIP, I'd have to cover loads & loads of all of my chars who experienced this mod, I just don't know who to begin! Yes, I have my most preferred char, but her involvement in SD was an accident so I never really considered her story as canon, but yes, she's in quite a loooong ride.And how will I manage to tell stories about all of them at once?
ErisL Posted September 10, 2013 Posted September 10, 2013 *nods* And if you're trying to tell a story, there's also some difficulty in maintaining verisimilitude with repeated experiences. That your character would be made into a sex slave by a terrible, terrible person and suffer all the terrible things that her master inflicts upon her is believable. But each additional time it occurs strains that credibility, both because there can't be THAT many people looking to make you a sex slave and because at some point even a heroine is going to be psychologically destroyed by repeated enslavement and the abuse that comes with it. You can sidestep the issue by letting your heroine's story end with her enslavement, of course, and just have a story of a brave would-be heroine who was deprotagonized and reduced to a slave who only exists to serve the sexual needs of others, sure, but that's unsatisfying to me personally. I can use something like Sanguine's Debauchery as a sexy interlude that doubles as a source of physical and psychological trauma for my character, serving as something she overcomes on her hero's journey, but letting my character's story end in her personal destruction and reduction from both person and hero to living sex object and, depending on the mods installed, possible breeding slave is just too depressing a thing to do to my own avatar.
Regallag the Perv Posted September 13, 2013 Posted September 13, 2013 Sigrun's Tale, Part 2 (No sex this time, couldn't justify it, it always felt forced. What? Don't look at me like that. I'm being serious.) I was a bit disapointed to see what was in that spoiler, but it was a still a good, well-told story.
Adam Jensen Posted September 27, 2014 Author Posted September 27, 2014 This came to mind while I was playing a while ago. Hope you guys like it. Valeria Leonia was a distinguished ranger of the plains of Whiterun hold. She often times helped the citizens of the hold by protecting them from the dangers that lurked in every corner. With Skyrim on a civil war, things had taken a turn for the worse and the city could use any help it could get. Valeria was a distinguished fighter, capable of slaying giants by herself. She had received more than one invitation to join the Companions' ranks, but she declined them all, for she preferred to work on her own. As brutal as her combat prowess was, she imparted it with grace, thus earning the title Valkyrie of Whiterun. However despite all her experience, she was not prepared for what was to come. Our story begins with a visit to Rorikstead. Valeria had just slain a couple of bears and decided to take a rest in the local tavern. As she drank her favorite mead, she heard a woman crying and Valeria decided to help the woman. She had learned that the woman's daughter had been kidnapped by some forsworn and taken into their camp. Understandably the woman was afraid of what could happen to her daughter, so Valeria decided to interfere and rescue her. However, she herself had never encountered forsworn. The tavern's owner warned her that they were savage people, but Valeria dismissed it, believing that she could reason with them or vanquish them. She didn't feel threatened by savages, a faulty miscalculation on her end. Valeria climbed the hills and soon found the forsworn camp. She didn't draw her blade, for she intended to try the peaceful route first. As Valeria approached the camp, the forsworn quickly surrounded her, ready for a fight. One of them, stepped forward and directed her attention to Valeria. "You are invading Forsworn territory, retreat or face the consequences!" The forsworn shouted. "I do not come in hostile...not yet. I come in behalf of the people or Rorikstead. I seek the one you have kidnapped. Release her and you will have no trouble with me." Valeria responded. "We do not negotiate with your kind. You are not welcome here. Leave or face the consequences." The forsworn repeated. "As I said. Release the woman and I will leave peacefully." Valeria responded calmly. "You had your chance, now prepare yourself. FORSWORN TO ARMS!" The Forsworn launched at Valeria with her might. Valeria quickly drew her blade and swiftly decapitated her opponent. However, the other forsworn were ready for a fight and they were quite a few. Valeria quickly found herself outnumbered.... The forsworn cornered her, ready to decimate her, but Valeria would not yield. Wave after wave, she fought with all her might, vanquishing quite a few forsworns along the way. It didn't take long for the battle to get quite bloody, as everyone tried to take a piece of Valeria, to no avail. The battle raged on for hours and while Valeria managed to outlast her enemies, with each wave, a chunk of her strength withered, leaving her more exhausted. The moons and stars were now watching over the land and yet the battle continue. Valeria could not keep much longer. After battling some more, it seemed for a moment that everything had come to an end. Valeria took a deep breath as she tried to recover. However, the relief was short lived as forsworn from other camps have arrived, amassing quite an army.... Surrounded by an army and with little strength left, Valeria knew she had no chance. She threw her blade to the ground and raised her hands. " I concede defeat. Do with me as you wish, but please spare me." Valeria said, her tone quite frightened. The forsworn began to murmur among themselves, "Let's take her as a trophy!" "She'll make for a fine slave" they talked among themselves. One of them moved forward and ripped Valeria's cape off, she then proceeded to tie her hands and throw her to the ground. Before she knew it, Valeria had been tied down like a hog. She had never been defeated before and much less been brought to this state, so she was quite frightened. Her brave persona had faded and in its place left a defenseless frightened woman. To the victor the spoils and the forsworn seemed to live by that code, as they began to strip Valeria of her armor. Someone took her boots, another her robe, the other her gloves and finally one ripped her undergarments off. However, the biggest spoil had been reserved for the one that had tied Valeria down, as she claim Valeria herself as her price. Valeria looked down as she tried to avoid eye contact with any of the forsworn. Never in her life had she been humiliated so much, but what bothered her the most was not the humiliation but rather the self loathing she felt towards herself. Not because she had failed the task, but rather because she wanted to suppress a strange sensation that had come over her. A strange tingling sensation that could almost be described as excitement towards her current predicament. Was she enjoying this? How could she? She was horrified by the though, but nevertheless it remained there. "Come now my toy, please your mistress." Valeria's new owner had taking a laying stance in the floor with a strange object between her legs. She motioned for Valeria to sit on it, and without much option Valeria obeyed. "Aaaaah aaaaaah aahhhh, yessss!" Valeria screamed. No amount of self loathing could contain her now. Despite her best attempts at protesting against her current predicament, that strange sensation had taken over. She was now feeling pleasure from her current predicament, something she didn't think could happen. "Who do you belong to?" The Mistress asked "I belong to the forsworn!!!!" Valeria screamed, despite the protest of her conscience. They kept at it for quite a while, and while Valeria at first was resistant, she was now fully into the motion. The pleasure had succumbed any desires of struggle. A while after, everyone succumbed to their dreams, due to the exhaustion. But it had been one hell of a night. The next few days began what would be known as Valeria's training. The mistress was by no means merciful on her servant. Often times she disciplined her in the most cruel of ways. But along the way, Valeria has learned a few things about herself. She is constantly hating herself for enjoying some of the things these people have done to her. But often times her pleasure outweighs her selft loathing. And the mistress knows how to balance the pain with pleasure, often times rewarding her subject. In truth it's almost as if she has been given a balanced drug of pain and pleasure that often leaves her senses all messed up and her willpower at bay. In short she has become a play thing, and to top it off she enjoys it, much to her dismay. When the mistress is done playing with her toy, Valeria is put in a cage, as a display. For all to see how the mighty Valkyrie has fallen. In her current predicament, it is unclear if Valeria will ever manage to escape her misfortune or even if she wants to escape from it.
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