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Skyrim: Rape of Requiem (mf/ff/oral/anal/forced/preg)
- Thread starter RK47
- Start date
Thanks man. It was a nice song.
Ascension
Uthgerd, a lone patron at Bannered Mare piques my attention. Not because she's pretty or anything.
Heavily armed, she seems like an aggressive figure. With the dragon threat in Skyrim, I figure I'll need any allies I can get. It seems she only understood the language of strength. I decided to humor her.
Uthgerd, I am in need of strong warriors like you...
She agrees almost immediately, only too happy to leave the table she's been planted on for weeks.
I've another ally in mind. And she resides in Riften.
Mjoll the Lioness. Now there's four of us traveling together. Will it be enough to take down a dragon? We shall see.
For now, we'll journey to High Hrothgar, home of the Greybeards.
The small town of Ivarstead stands below the mountains we have to climb to get to High Hrothgar.
A quick stop at the inn before making the climb seems to be a wise choice.
The tavernkeeper seems to be surprised to see heavily armed visitors in town, nevertheless he gave us a warning.
I've dealt with several barrows before. They're nothing to be afraid of.
Well, if it worries you so much, then I guess we'll investigate it.
I can hear echoes... a spirit perhaps? I've no fear, Dawnbreaker is here.
This barrow is heavily trapped though there are no signs of any draugr.
A familiar looking door lies ahead, but since I do not possess the claw, I cannot open it.
At last, we stumble upon the spirit that haunts this barrow.
Time for a little exorcism!
I slam my shield against it, catching it off-guard, with a swift follow-up the Dawnbreaker slashes at his chest.
A mortal blow. Yet it did not explode and turn into ashes like the other undead did....
It's a dunmer.
This fool tried to scare visitors away from his barrow. We searched his chambers but could not find any trace of the claw. Disappointed, we leave the barrow.
Klimmek, one of the villagers claims he regularly delivers supplies to the Greybeards, but mentions that the Greybeards aren't exactly on speaking terms with the villagers. Something about their voice capable of tearing them apart.
Since I'm making my way up, I volunteered my services to take care of his delivery.
High Hrothgar awaits.
It's time to ascend.
Heavily armed, she seems like an aggressive figure. With the dragon threat in Skyrim, I figure I'll need any allies I can get. It seems she only understood the language of strength. I decided to humor her.
Uthgerd, I am in need of strong warriors like you...
She agrees almost immediately, only too happy to leave the table she's been planted on for weeks.
I've another ally in mind. And she resides in Riften.
Mjoll the Lioness. Now there's four of us traveling together. Will it be enough to take down a dragon? We shall see.
For now, we'll journey to High Hrothgar, home of the Greybeards.
The small town of Ivarstead stands below the mountains we have to climb to get to High Hrothgar.
A quick stop at the inn before making the climb seems to be a wise choice.
The tavernkeeper seems to be surprised to see heavily armed visitors in town, nevertheless he gave us a warning.
I've dealt with several barrows before. They're nothing to be afraid of.
Well, if it worries you so much, then I guess we'll investigate it.
I can hear echoes... a spirit perhaps? I've no fear, Dawnbreaker is here.
This barrow is heavily trapped though there are no signs of any draugr.
A familiar looking door lies ahead, but since I do not possess the claw, I cannot open it.
At last, we stumble upon the spirit that haunts this barrow.
Time for a little exorcism!
I slam my shield against it, catching it off-guard, with a swift follow-up the Dawnbreaker slashes at his chest.
A mortal blow. Yet it did not explode and turn into ashes like the other undead did....
It's a dunmer.
This fool tried to scare visitors away from his barrow. We searched his chambers but could not find any trace of the claw. Disappointed, we leave the barrow.
Klimmek, one of the villagers claims he regularly delivers supplies to the Greybeards, but mentions that the Greybeards aren't exactly on speaking terms with the villagers. Something about their voice capable of tearing them apart.
Since I'm making my way up, I volunteered my services to take care of his delivery.
High Hrothgar awaits.
It's time to ascend.
Chosen One
Well guess that settles it. I'm the only one who can permanently kill a dragon.
Time to head down and recover the Horn of Windcaller for the Greybeards.
Could've sworn I hear the flapping of a dragon's wings as I descend the cliff, but I guess it's just nerves. I decided to hurry up the descend with a cast of Featherfall and reckless jumps.
Yes, Klimmek. We'll be leaving now. Thanks.
Ustengrav an old Nordic ruins lies just northeast of Morthal.
As I rode closer, several robed figures came into view.
Necromancers.
Well guess that settles it. I'm the only one who can permanently kill a dragon.
Time to head down and recover the Horn of Windcaller for the Greybeards.
Could've sworn I hear the flapping of a dragon's wings as I descend the cliff, but I guess it's just nerves. I decided to hurry up the descend with a cast of Featherfall and reckless jumps.
Yes, Klimmek. We'll be leaving now. Thanks.
Ustengrav an old Nordic ruins lies just northeast of Morthal.
As I rode closer, several robed figures came into view.
Necromancers.
The thread title looks like one of those hentai manga sites.
On the Attack
On top of the missing horn, a slight surprise awaits me as I ascend from the dungeon. Lydia is missing.
I went back in and found her exhausted figure by a few fire traps and two stray draugrs.
She'll be fine.
Let's go, we need to find out who this mysterious person is, catching a carriage to Solitude is the fastest route, but as usual the guards are hostile.
Not that I gave a damn.
Two more dead patrolmen. RIP.
We stopped at Whiterun, do a quick trade in on the salvaged loot before continuing to Riverwood.
Never spent a night here...
She hands me the horn of Jurgen Windcaller. Just like that. I immediately gave her a questioning look.
Secret passage?
What is this? Another guild recruitment?
They're definitely right, I am Dragonborn.
No. You're just a fetcher. Now let's get serious: tell me what you really want from me.
Go on. I'm all ears.
Why?
Yeah, I did that outside Whiterun.
What? I didn't volunteer.
Bullshit.
Any proof or is this just one of those prophecy?
Huh? Really?
Oh. I get it know. You were there. Dragonsreach. The one who told Farengar where the dragonstone is.
Alright, you got my attention. I assume our goal is the same? Stop these giant lizards from burning Skyrim? Where do we go next?
Fine. Let's head out.
I'll head to Dawn Star first, I got a few favors to call upon.
Extra pairs of hands will help against a dragon. I'll see you at Kynesgrove.
Dawnstar, Dark Brotherhood Sanctuary
With the two initiates in tow, I make my way to Kynesgrove...
I went back in and found her exhausted figure by a few fire traps and two stray draugrs.
She'll be fine.
Let's go, we need to find out who this mysterious person is, catching a carriage to Solitude is the fastest route, but as usual the guards are hostile.
Not that I gave a damn.
Two more dead patrolmen. RIP.
We stopped at Whiterun, do a quick trade in on the salvaged loot before continuing to Riverwood.
Never spent a night here...
She hands me the horn of Jurgen Windcaller. Just like that. I immediately gave her a questioning look.
Secret passage?
What is this? Another guild recruitment?
They're definitely right, I am Dragonborn.
No. You're just a fetcher. Now let's get serious: tell me what you really want from me.
Go on. I'm all ears.
Why?
Yeah, I did that outside Whiterun.
What? I didn't volunteer.
Bullshit.
Any proof or is this just one of those prophecy?
Huh? Really?
Oh. I get it know. You were there. Dragonsreach. The one who told Farengar where the dragonstone is.
Alright, you got my attention. I assume our goal is the same? Stop these giant lizards from burning Skyrim? Where do we go next?
Fine. Let's head out.
I'll head to Dawn Star first, I got a few favors to call upon.
Extra pairs of hands will help against a dragon. I'll see you at Kynesgrove.
Dawnstar, Dark Brotherhood Sanctuary
With the two initiates in tow, I make my way to Kynesgrove...
Sekai no Mamoru
You know, I could be wrong... but I've seen that dragon before, the one that performed the resurrection.
Helgen.
Alright, is there any lead to pursue?
The High Elves? But why?
Helgen. Of course. It makes sense.
How do we dig up the dirt on the Thalmor then?
Alright. It was a good battle today.
I felt I got the tactics down pat.
It was a team effort.
You both performed admirably, return to the Sanctuary.
Later...
It's time to deliver the horn.
What do you mean by that?
Okay, if you say so.
What was that?
What do the words mean?
Master Arngeir, I would like to learn more words of power. Teach me more in the way of the Voice.
I am ready. Show me the way.
Later...
Arngeir never told me anything about a dragon standing guard over it.
Perhaps the dragons have been summoned to guard it from me?
I need a plan. I gather the rest together and discuss our next course of action.
The hot-headed Uthgerd felt insulted by the suggestion.
Lydia agrees after much persuasion.
Mjoll praises my courage.
We do this my way.
I will go in alone.
You know, I could be wrong... but I've seen that dragon before, the one that performed the resurrection.
Helgen.
Alright, is there any lead to pursue?
The High Elves? But why?
Helgen. Of course. It makes sense.
How do we dig up the dirt on the Thalmor then?
Alright. It was a good battle today.
I felt I got the tactics down pat.
It was a team effort.
You both performed admirably, return to the Sanctuary.
Later...
It's time to deliver the horn.
What do you mean by that?
Okay, if you say so.
What was that?
What do the words mean?
Master Arngeir, I would like to learn more words of power. Teach me more in the way of the Voice.
I am ready. Show me the way.
Later...
Arngeir never told me anything about a dragon standing guard over it.
Perhaps the dragons have been summoned to guard it from me?
I need a plan. I gather the rest together and discuss our next course of action.
The hot-headed Uthgerd felt insulted by the suggestion.
Lydia agrees after much persuasion.
Mjoll praises my courage.
We do this my way.
I will go in alone.
The Lone Misfortune
That was a close call. But I regrouped with the rest of my allies with no trouble and returned to Whiterun to prepare for the next mission.
The next mission is a covert operation, it really made no sense to bring along three heavily armed warriors to the party. I decided to leave them in Whiterun while I head to Riverwood alone.
Alright, I'm all ears.
Alright, I think I can work with a fellow Wood Elf. Where do I meet him?
Oh dear. That's gonna be a little dicey.
Wait, when I get to the party, what do I do next?
Alright, I'll see you in Solitude.
Solitude Docks, past midnight
I love this side entrance.
Just a dose of this potion...
And the entire garrison of Solitude will never know I'm here.
Hi, I hear you are handing invites to a party?
Just tell get to the point, I can't stay in this town for long.
I think I can trust him. I'll be flying in solo in this mission, so it's unwise to head in without reliable gear.
I hand him my weapons.
And my potent array of both medicine and poisonous mixtures.
I slipped into one of the inn's room and steals a change of clothes, handing him my final piece of gear. He carefully loads all of them into a box before stepping out of the inn. It's time for me to make an exit as well...
Oops....I seem to have handed him my last dosage of invisibility potion. No matter. It's a short run to the exit.
Blast!
Almost there...
Argh!
You got me this time...I congratula- Mmmmhp
Before I could finish my sentence, the guards strapped a piece of wood in my mouth, binding it tightly to my head. My arms are tied behind me.
"Finally, we have you... butcher of Solitude," one of them sneered as he brings his dagger's edge on every strap holding my outfit together. It's dawn soon. This could be bad.
That was a close call. But I regrouped with the rest of my allies with no trouble and returned to Whiterun to prepare for the next mission.
The next mission is a covert operation, it really made no sense to bring along three heavily armed warriors to the party. I decided to leave them in Whiterun while I head to Riverwood alone.
Alright, I'm all ears.
Alright, I think I can work with a fellow Wood Elf. Where do I meet him?
Oh dear. That's gonna be a little dicey.
Wait, when I get to the party, what do I do next?
Alright, I'll see you in Solitude.
Solitude Docks, past midnight
I love this side entrance.
Just a dose of this potion...
And the entire garrison of Solitude will never know I'm here.
Hi, I hear you are handing invites to a party?
Just tell get to the point, I can't stay in this town for long.
I think I can trust him. I'll be flying in solo in this mission, so it's unwise to head in without reliable gear.
I hand him my weapons.
And my potent array of both medicine and poisonous mixtures.
I slipped into one of the inn's room and steals a change of clothes, handing him my final piece of gear. He carefully loads all of them into a box before stepping out of the inn. It's time for me to make an exit as well...
Oops....I seem to have handed him my last dosage of invisibility potion. No matter. It's a short run to the exit.
Blast!
Almost there...
Argh!
You got me this time...I congratula- Mmmmhp
Before I could finish my sentence, the guards strapped a piece of wood in my mouth, binding it tightly to my head. My arms are tied behind me.
"Finally, we have you... butcher of Solitude," one of them sneered as he brings his dagger's edge on every strap holding my outfit together. It's dawn soon. This could be bad.
DraQ
Arcane
Justice
Humiliating. That was the only word that could describe the Dragonborn's next few hours in Solitude.
She has committed a grave error. And will now pay the price.
Sunlight bathes the streets of Solitude and all eyes are upon her body. A few parts of her body received special attention from the men. Dirty gazes were cast, snide comments. They made no secrets on what they wanted to do to her. But will the guards let them have their way?
Congratulatory cheers were shared by the soldiers of Solitude, men whose comrades she killed with ease and frequency. She wondered if she could've resolved this situation before it could boil down to an outright hostility between her and the entire garrison.
Perhaps a bribe here and there, early return of stolen goods could've... But she stopped her daydreaming when she remembered the murder she carried out during a wedding. And a small matter of a dead Emperor off the docks of Solitude... and the Commander of the Penitus Ocalatus as well as his son whose body was cast aside in a dark alley of Solitude.
And that failed attempt at poisoning the Emperor in Castle Dour. Mmmm. Her escort is touching her unmentionables. So brazenly.
There's no way out of this. She made not a sound as the escort satisfies himself with sporadic feels, every few steps of the way. She is just glad they're now indoors and away from the gaze of the public.
Was that General Tullius? She wonders what the General would say if he recognizes her. Will he order another execution?
Finally the gag came off. She catches a few breath and wet her lips.
"I'm not wearing any-Mmmmph!" the gag came back on. They emptied her packs, separating the stolen items and her belongings. The Jailer sends his colleague away and smiled, explaining that he is about to 'ensure the absence of hidden items within her most private parts'
Taking a deep breath, she closes her eyes shut and surrenders herself to the invasive procedure.
The bindings and gag came off in the cell. They did not even provide her with any clothing.
There's the lock, but she does not possess the skill to even attempt it. Tired, she turn towards pile of hay on the corner of room. Rest, she needs it... before she could make a move towards it, the cell door opens.
"What do you want now?"
"Mmmphhh!" the gag came back on.
"We finished checking your past...quite a list. Rumors tells me that you're Dragonborn. I don't want to get shouted. Heheh."
"Oh, you must be wondering why I'm taking you out of the cell. Well, we're going to release you."
A look of surprise filled the Dragonborn's face as she was dragged back thru the way she came in from. Could it be? Perhaps her contacts in the Thieves Guild or Dark Brotherhood have taken notice of her capture? Whatever, she will not argue. She just wants to get this humiliating ordeal over with.
"Mmm?" she stopped once she realizes that they've walked past the chest that held her confiscated belongings.
"What's wrong, Dragonborn? I said we're going to release you... to the public!" a cruel grin formed on the jailer's face as he pulled at her chains.
Her shoulders slumped. There is no escape this time.
Sunlight blinded her eyes momentarily. But nothing compared to the overwhelming sense of helplessness. The burning shame that sets her heart ablaze grew hotter. She looked down wishing to avoid the gazes at her, but there's no escaping her sense of hearing. All the shameful things they wanted to commit onto her. And she knows they can.
"You have a lot of fans, Dragonborn."
"They're looking forward to your performance today, don't let them down."
"As do I," chuckled the Jailer as he announces her arrival with a loud clapping of the wooden stocks. The locking mechanism snaps into place.
"You were the sole source of disgrace to our garrison for months. For days we have hoped to kill or capture you. And today, that time has come: death is too good for you. You have much to repay the dead's kin and colleagues. Prepare yourself, bitch."
"Do scream as loud as you can, Dragonborn. We've earned it."
"You will be well fed and cared for, Dragonborn. Say your farewell to your past exploits, we will rewrite all that, page by page.
"Stroke by stroke."
"And that will not stop, until that pride of yours..."
"...disappear without a trace!"
"You're doing it wrong, soldier. Here. Use this broom."
"Tell the rest of the garrison. Spread the word. I don't want to afford her any rest."
Tears streamed from her eyes. There's no hope of rescue. None whatsoever. Her captors will ensure her wounds are tended to so that the entire ordeal can repeated day by day. Truly, a fate worse than death.
"Tsk, looks like you can catch your breath a bit. Though you certainly don't deserve any. Oh wait a minute-"
"You were late, soldier."
"Continue. And spare me the touchy-feely. Make her feel like lesser than a woman. Use her as you see fit."
Hours passes. She can't stop her screams anymore. Endless streams of men visited her. The insults poured in as the violation continues unabated. She suspects the masked guards were having repeat visits, but that is the least of her concern as thoughts of escape were dismissed by the torrent of emotions engaging her loins.
The drilling soldiers took a moment from their training to watch every moment of her undoing unfold. She tried giving her bravest front, but it was simply too much. How they loved the face she made as she succumbs to her emotions!
The futility of it all eclipsed any sense of worth from her. There is only one truth over all else: she is their toy.
And they will break her.
"I am impressed, Elf. You are still conscious. Many would've fainted by now... maybe you've earned that rest after all."
She nodded, feeling hopeful. Surely...there is a limit. Is there?
Tears flowed. It was nothing more than another blow to her sense of hope.
"The sun is coming down, Dragonborn. I'm sure you can't wait to return to your cell. But the Commander requests that he'd be the last one to do the punishing. It is an honor, you know."
"Just in time, Commander. Just in time."
"Dragonborn, you've humiliated my men and my command. Not every moment I spent since that wedding I've thought of ways of capturing you, torturing you and taking away everything you hold dear. Nights, sleepless in bed... I thought I hear your haughty laughter as I close my eyes thinking of my dead men and now. Here you are. And here I am."
*SWISH*
*SMACK*
"When I heard Commander Maro's demise, I almost gave up hope. But now... Gods above, I am ecstatic. OVERJOYED! NAY! I CANNOT FIND A WORD TO DESCRIBE THIS FEELING OF EUPHORIA AS I BEHELD YOUR PATHETIC SIGHT, DRAGONBORN! SCREAM FOR ME!!"
*SMACK*
"LOUDER, DRAGONBORN! LOUDER!! Did you know? I watched your ordeals closely today from the walls of Solitude from the start. How I hated myself hours ago for enjoying the sight of you being violated, but now.. I CANNOT HELP BUT REVEL IN IT!! MORE! SCREAM YOU PRIDEFUL DEMONESS OF MURDER! YOU WILL BEG FOR DEATH AND WILL NOT HAVE IT!"
*SMACK!*
"LOUDER, DRAGONBORN! YOU ARE MINE TO PUNISH AND DO AS I PLEASE! AND HELP ME MARA, THAT I MAY LOSE MYSELF IN THIS PASSION! ANOTHER DAY OR TWO, AND YOU MIGHT NOT EVEN REMEMBER WHO YOU WERE ANYMORE! YOU WILL LOVE *ME* AND MY *MEN* FOR IT! I DID NOT SAY STOP! SCREAM! EVEN LOUDER!"
*SMACK*
*SMACK*
"Hahh.. huff....hah.. Well. Done. You are not yet broken. Good. Very good. Jailer, tend to her wounds. Tomorrow. Here. Same time."
"That was beautiful, Dragonborn. I'm sure he meant every word of it. He truly loves you, as we do all too."
The jailer splashed a bucket of water on the dirty prisoner drawing a surprised gasp. Grabbing a spare rag, he dries her off, eliciting gasps of pain as the rag came into contact with the still fresh wounds. Finished with the drying, he drew a small container from his pocket with his left and dipped his right palm into it, drawing a pile of creamy mixture. Slowly, he applied the cream on the Dragonborn's wounds, drawing a low moan from the prisoner as his hand brushes her most private areas.
"Try to sleep it off tonight, Dragonborn, we have a long day tomorrow. Come, let's get you off this thing."
Her knees nearly gave way. The chuckling jailer helped her steady her legs for a few moments. Moments pass before she nodded to signal her readiness to return to her cell.
A wave of relief passed her when she made it back unscatched.
She was glad to be in a cell. That line of thought alone twisted her. She felt safer. In a cell. Escape can wait. For now, she must rest.
Humiliating. That was the only word that could describe the Dragonborn's next few hours in Solitude.
She has committed a grave error. And will now pay the price.
Sunlight bathes the streets of Solitude and all eyes are upon her body. A few parts of her body received special attention from the men. Dirty gazes were cast, snide comments. They made no secrets on what they wanted to do to her. But will the guards let them have their way?
Congratulatory cheers were shared by the soldiers of Solitude, men whose comrades she killed with ease and frequency. She wondered if she could've resolved this situation before it could boil down to an outright hostility between her and the entire garrison.
Perhaps a bribe here and there, early return of stolen goods could've... But she stopped her daydreaming when she remembered the murder she carried out during a wedding. And a small matter of a dead Emperor off the docks of Solitude... and the Commander of the Penitus Ocalatus as well as his son whose body was cast aside in a dark alley of Solitude.
And that failed attempt at poisoning the Emperor in Castle Dour. Mmmm. Her escort is touching her unmentionables. So brazenly.
There's no way out of this. She made not a sound as the escort satisfies himself with sporadic feels, every few steps of the way. She is just glad they're now indoors and away from the gaze of the public.
Was that General Tullius? She wonders what the General would say if he recognizes her. Will he order another execution?
Finally the gag came off. She catches a few breath and wet her lips.
"I'm not wearing any-Mmmmph!" the gag came back on. They emptied her packs, separating the stolen items and her belongings. The Jailer sends his colleague away and smiled, explaining that he is about to 'ensure the absence of hidden items within her most private parts'
Taking a deep breath, she closes her eyes shut and surrenders herself to the invasive procedure.
The bindings and gag came off in the cell. They did not even provide her with any clothing.
There's the lock, but she does not possess the skill to even attempt it. Tired, she turn towards pile of hay on the corner of room. Rest, she needs it... before she could make a move towards it, the cell door opens.
"What do you want now?"
"Mmmphhh!" the gag came back on.
"We finished checking your past...quite a list. Rumors tells me that you're Dragonborn. I don't want to get shouted. Heheh."
"Oh, you must be wondering why I'm taking you out of the cell. Well, we're going to release you."
A look of surprise filled the Dragonborn's face as she was dragged back thru the way she came in from. Could it be? Perhaps her contacts in the Thieves Guild or Dark Brotherhood have taken notice of her capture? Whatever, she will not argue. She just wants to get this humiliating ordeal over with.
"Mmm?" she stopped once she realizes that they've walked past the chest that held her confiscated belongings.
"What's wrong, Dragonborn? I said we're going to release you... to the public!" a cruel grin formed on the jailer's face as he pulled at her chains.
Her shoulders slumped. There is no escape this time.
Sunlight blinded her eyes momentarily. But nothing compared to the overwhelming sense of helplessness. The burning shame that sets her heart ablaze grew hotter. She looked down wishing to avoid the gazes at her, but there's no escaping her sense of hearing. All the shameful things they wanted to commit onto her. And she knows they can.
"You have a lot of fans, Dragonborn."
"They're looking forward to your performance today, don't let them down."
"As do I," chuckled the Jailer as he announces her arrival with a loud clapping of the wooden stocks. The locking mechanism snaps into place.
"You were the sole source of disgrace to our garrison for months. For days we have hoped to kill or capture you. And today, that time has come: death is too good for you. You have much to repay the dead's kin and colleagues. Prepare yourself, bitch."
"Do scream as loud as you can, Dragonborn. We've earned it."
"You will be well fed and cared for, Dragonborn. Say your farewell to your past exploits, we will rewrite all that, page by page.
"Stroke by stroke."
"And that will not stop, until that pride of yours..."
"...disappear without a trace!"
"You're doing it wrong, soldier. Here. Use this broom."
"Tell the rest of the garrison. Spread the word. I don't want to afford her any rest."
Tears streamed from her eyes. There's no hope of rescue. None whatsoever. Her captors will ensure her wounds are tended to so that the entire ordeal can repeated day by day. Truly, a fate worse than death.
"Tsk, looks like you can catch your breath a bit. Though you certainly don't deserve any. Oh wait a minute-"
"You were late, soldier."
"Continue. And spare me the touchy-feely. Make her feel like lesser than a woman. Use her as you see fit."
Hours passes. She can't stop her screams anymore. Endless streams of men visited her. The insults poured in as the violation continues unabated. She suspects the masked guards were having repeat visits, but that is the least of her concern as thoughts of escape were dismissed by the torrent of emotions engaging her loins.
The drilling soldiers took a moment from their training to watch every moment of her undoing unfold. She tried giving her bravest front, but it was simply too much. How they loved the face she made as she succumbs to her emotions!
The futility of it all eclipsed any sense of worth from her. There is only one truth over all else: she is their toy.
And they will break her.
"I am impressed, Elf. You are still conscious. Many would've fainted by now... maybe you've earned that rest after all."
She nodded, feeling hopeful. Surely...there is a limit. Is there?
Tears flowed. It was nothing more than another blow to her sense of hope.
"The sun is coming down, Dragonborn. I'm sure you can't wait to return to your cell. But the Commander requests that he'd be the last one to do the punishing. It is an honor, you know."
"Just in time, Commander. Just in time."
"Dragonborn, you've humiliated my men and my command. Not every moment I spent since that wedding I've thought of ways of capturing you, torturing you and taking away everything you hold dear. Nights, sleepless in bed... I thought I hear your haughty laughter as I close my eyes thinking of my dead men and now. Here you are. And here I am."
*SWISH*
*SMACK*
"When I heard Commander Maro's demise, I almost gave up hope. But now... Gods above, I am ecstatic. OVERJOYED! NAY! I CANNOT FIND A WORD TO DESCRIBE THIS FEELING OF EUPHORIA AS I BEHELD YOUR PATHETIC SIGHT, DRAGONBORN! SCREAM FOR ME!!"
*SMACK*
"LOUDER, DRAGONBORN! LOUDER!! Did you know? I watched your ordeals closely today from the walls of Solitude from the start. How I hated myself hours ago for enjoying the sight of you being violated, but now.. I CANNOT HELP BUT REVEL IN IT!! MORE! SCREAM YOU PRIDEFUL DEMONESS OF MURDER! YOU WILL BEG FOR DEATH AND WILL NOT HAVE IT!"
*SMACK!*
"LOUDER, DRAGONBORN! YOU ARE MINE TO PUNISH AND DO AS I PLEASE! AND HELP ME MARA, THAT I MAY LOSE MYSELF IN THIS PASSION! ANOTHER DAY OR TWO, AND YOU MIGHT NOT EVEN REMEMBER WHO YOU WERE ANYMORE! YOU WILL LOVE *ME* AND MY *MEN* FOR IT! I DID NOT SAY STOP! SCREAM! EVEN LOUDER!"
*SMACK*
*SMACK*
"Hahh.. huff....hah.. Well. Done. You are not yet broken. Good. Very good. Jailer, tend to her wounds. Tomorrow. Here. Same time."
"That was beautiful, Dragonborn. I'm sure he meant every word of it. He truly loves you, as we do all too."
The jailer splashed a bucket of water on the dirty prisoner drawing a surprised gasp. Grabbing a spare rag, he dries her off, eliciting gasps of pain as the rag came into contact with the still fresh wounds. Finished with the drying, he drew a small container from his pocket with his left and dipped his right palm into it, drawing a pile of creamy mixture. Slowly, he applied the cream on the Dragonborn's wounds, drawing a low moan from the prisoner as his hand brushes her most private areas.
"Try to sleep it off tonight, Dragonborn, we have a long day tomorrow. Come, let's get you off this thing."
Her knees nearly gave way. The chuckling jailer helped her steady her legs for a few moments. Moments pass before she nodded to signal her readiness to return to her cell.
A wave of relief passed her when she made it back unscatched.
She was glad to be in a cell. That line of thought alone twisted her. She felt safer. In a cell. Escape can wait. For now, she must rest.
Sworn Enemies
It seems they've placed her in a different cell. Because somehow it has gained a new occupant.
The wall is loose here. But will the fellow captive be cooperative enough to keep it quiet?
No reason to take that chance.
The assault caught her off-guard and she yielded, but not before her screams alerted the guards.
The Jailer did not like what he saw at all. It's obvious this bitch isn't tamed yet, completely against his expectations - but the Commander is asleep and he too, wishes to do the same. With a tired scowl on his face, he tossed the troublesome prisoner into her own cell.
Is the wall as loose as the previous one?
Before she can attempt to inspect the wall, a rough voice behind caught her off-guard.
In one swift movement, the guard strips off his armor and pushes her to the floor, pawing her like a beast possessed.
"Bitch, I wanted all of you all to myself! And guess who got the night shift duty? That's right! ME!"
"MMmmmmm, yeahhhh that felt good doesn't it? Don't try to control yourself. Scream and moan all you want... nobody will care. You might even wake more of my buddies to join in."
"Why aren't you screaming?!"
He came. Exhausted, he dons his armor and tries to shake off the after-effects of a quick orgasm.
The Dragonborn is numb to such sensations. Her eyes opened wide at the window of opportunity given to her.
This man is completely unaware of the possible consequence of his action.
The captive may be just a woman, but letting her hands unbound will prove to be his undoing.
The last sensation he felt was a palm on his chest, and the piercing blade of a bound daedric sword.
He can see her lips forming a silent "thank you" before his visions grew dark and Oblivion take him.
His possessions were stripped bare and the escape was on.
It seems they've placed her in a different cell. Because somehow it has gained a new occupant.
The wall is loose here. But will the fellow captive be cooperative enough to keep it quiet?
No reason to take that chance.
The assault caught her off-guard and she yielded, but not before her screams alerted the guards.
The Jailer did not like what he saw at all. It's obvious this bitch isn't tamed yet, completely against his expectations - but the Commander is asleep and he too, wishes to do the same. With a tired scowl on his face, he tossed the troublesome prisoner into her own cell.
Is the wall as loose as the previous one?
Before she can attempt to inspect the wall, a rough voice behind caught her off-guard.
In one swift movement, the guard strips off his armor and pushes her to the floor, pawing her like a beast possessed.
"Bitch, I wanted all of you all to myself! And guess who got the night shift duty? That's right! ME!"
"MMmmmmm, yeahhhh that felt good doesn't it? Don't try to control yourself. Scream and moan all you want... nobody will care. You might even wake more of my buddies to join in."
"Why aren't you screaming?!"
He came. Exhausted, he dons his armor and tries to shake off the after-effects of a quick orgasm.
The Dragonborn is numb to such sensations. Her eyes opened wide at the window of opportunity given to her.
This man is completely unaware of the possible consequence of his action.
The captive may be just a woman, but letting her hands unbound will prove to be his undoing.
The last sensation he felt was a palm on his chest, and the piercing blade of a bound daedric sword.
He can see her lips forming a silent "thank you" before his visions grew dark and Oblivion take him.
His possessions were stripped bare and the escape was on.
Let's get the party started
"You're late, what happened?"
"Doesn't matter. Just a slight delay. I overslept. Let's get this going."
Yes.
Alright.
OK, take care of my equipment till I get back.
The carriage to the Thalmor Embassy sets off from Solitude, bringing its passenger away from her enemies, into another.
The invitation was genuine, and the High elf guard lets her pass.
Huge, yet it looks uninviting.
Feigning familiary seems to be a good option.
As she was about to make up a story for herself, the High Elf host was interrupted by a familiar voice.
No doubt he is attempting to divert attention from his fellow agent.
It worked.
Give me a drink.
A distraction huh...
Yeah, this drunkard will do just fine.
"Doesn't matter. Just a slight delay. I overslept. Let's get this going."
Yes.
Alright.
OK, take care of my equipment till I get back.
The carriage to the Thalmor Embassy sets off from Solitude, bringing its passenger away from her enemies, into another.
The invitation was genuine, and the High elf guard lets her pass.
Huge, yet it looks uninviting.
Feigning familiary seems to be a good option.
As she was about to make up a story for herself, the High Elf host was interrupted by a familiar voice.
No doubt he is attempting to divert attention from his fellow agent.
It worked.
Give me a drink.
A distraction huh...
Yeah, this drunkard will do just fine.
Corporate_Jew_Master
Arcane
Do those plot-important characters actually look like animu or do mods make them look like that?
Corporate_Jew_Master
Arcane
Also, need the music that plays when you are found out after you help the prisoner escape.
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