We rumbled along in silence, the driver picking up on my mood avoided the usual small talk. We were a good deal of the way there having entered the Rift and passing Millwater Mill. Suddenly the carriage stopped as a fallen tree blocked the road, the driver was half way down from the carriage when an arrow took him in the throat. Out of nowhere bandits appeared, six of them coming from different directions, converging on the cart. I tried to get down and run but hampered by my dress I did not get far before one of them caught up to. Drawing my dagger, I took a swing at him but he caught the blow easily on his shield and bashed out with it hitting me in the face and knocking me from my feet. The steel-cd foot of a bandit chief kicked the dagger away from my hand.

  “Look what we have here.”

  The bandits had gathered around me in a circle, I found myself frozen where I y. One of them was already undoing his belt.

  The bandit chief had who had not even bothered drawing the two handed sword from his back held up an arm, his eyes never leaving me.

  “Leave your armour and your pants on Bennie.”

  “We aint gonna fuck her boss.”

  Still looking at me the chief smiled, revealing an uneven row of yellow teeth through a thick wiry beard.

  “Oh we will but a nice looking girl like this, we’s taken her back wit us”

  I was hauled up, robbed and stripped in short order, being left only my thin silk stockings. I had resisted little throughout but my test disaster took on a horrifying reality as I felt the tight cold constraint of a colr settle around my neck, a small click shutting it in pce. A chain fed from it which the bandit leader himself took hold. I was blindfolded a dragged along. It could not have been far that we walked and yet it seemed an age before the blindfold was dragged away and I found myself standing in a cave dimly lit by torches, pallets strewn about the floor with mismatching furniture scattered in discernible patter.

  “Fucking hell boss you should see how much gold this cunt has!”

  With that I was locked to a wall by the chain on my neck as the bandits proceeded to rifle through my possessions. The bck soul gem returned by Therin was casually discarded, thrown to one side as junk, nding beneath a dipidated looking table.

  “You reckon she some king of noble girl or somethin boss?”

  “Could be, you girl. Reckon anyone would pay to get you back?”

  I wished in all my heart there was someone, anyone other than an enemy that would pay to have me but I could think of no one. I shook my head, unfortunately.

  “Hmm reckon there is some story to this one, fine looking filly like her out on her lonesome carrying a fortune weight in gold. Could be she robbed a lord or is a runaway. When Tom gets back we’ll hand him her description and see’s what he can find out.”

  “Ere boss ow comes Tom gets ta go to town and we don’t, he never does any of the real fucking work”

  “Cos he’s the only one without a price on ‘is head shit for brains and we keeps it that way he can check in, gets caravan information. Told ya all this before.”

  “So’s what we gonna do with her in the meantime, I mean does we wanna risk breakin’ er, might, I dunno puts the ransom down.”

  “Don’t worry, Currie ere got that covered, incha Currie.”

  For the first time I really looked at the smallest member of the group and noticed he did not carry any weapons.

  “’Is magic gonna keep her nice and fresh, should mean we can fuck away and she’ll be good as fucking new. On that, pass ‘er ere”

  I tried to pull away but could not resist the strong hands that grasped me.

  The chief removed his breastpte and undid his breeches before climbing atop me. Instinct drove me to try and wriggle free but it was no use and only seemed to excite him more.

  “Oh, you are a live one!”

  He took me in that moment, his cock tearing into me, bearing down. There was no gradual build up just a quick almost desperate fucking, he bore down on me hard and I let loose an anguished moan to the delight of the gathered bandits awaiting their turn.

  “That’s it boss, fucking show er! Nice and quick and I can get my end away”

  More jeering followed as he somehow managed to increase the pace, my head flew around wildly as he lifted me up by my back, his face an inch away from mine. Stinking breath blew into my nose, at the end he twitched and let out a howl like a wolf. The gathered men cheered and appuded.

  “Nice one chief, my turn?”

  “Sorry Kitch you got seconds st time, better let Currie ave er next so’s he can ave time to get isself right after an fix er up.”

  “Thanks boss!”

  He rolled me over and once again I felt my arse become vioted. He had no sooner entered it though than he let loose a wild stream of semen to the delight of all.

  “Hahahaha, look at quick draw, he don’t even chuck ‘is spells that fast!”

  “Keep on like that and I’ll fucking show you how fast I can throw my spells”

  “Boy, you quick to boil today”

  “I’m next!”

  It was a voice that brook no argument and I looked toward the heavily muscled form of an orc tower over me, a bit shorter than the chief he seemed twice as wide. When he dropped his breeches it was not just his frame that was huge. I whimpered deep in my throat and tried to roll away from him. He got hold of my arm and pulled me easily to my feet. I swayed in his arms, exhausted already. He guided me to the cave wall and lifted me before lowering me slowly onto his cock. I gasped as I felt it enter me, inexorably opening me up, stretching me, tearing me. I did not have the strength to scream, just tried to batt him away, my arms bouncing feebly off his chest. He let out a long slow breath before he truly began and then bucked up and down, I bounced out and back atop his cock. A pulsing brand that seemed to decimate me. At this a scream tore from my throat, raw and ragged, my whole world reduced to the overwhelming pain in my lower abdomen, this did not feel like sex or even rape but torture. I did not know when it finished, having past out before. I awoke to the warm, soothing balm of healing magic knitting me back together until to look and even feel you would have thought I had never had sex. I would realise in a second how true that was.

  “My turn now, me, me, me”

  “Ah come on Bennie, I ad dibbs on er”

  “Fancy sharing?”

  “HAHAHAHA. Yeah might be a ugh, which end you want?”

  “Her arse is looking to tasty to turn down!”

  “Ok, I’ll take er cunt.”

  Like a mannequin they moved me around, the one I did not know the name of climbing underneath me, facing me. Bennie moved behind.

  “Ready when you are Kyle.”

  Again I felt the sensation of a penis cutting into me, this time with a familiar edge as a newly formed hymen was broken though this hurt much more than the first, Kyle not so gentle as Visarmo had been.

  “Fuckin hell Currie, you a fucking genius! You gonna do this every time?”

  “What he do?”

  Bennie was so intrigued he had forgotten to enter my arse. Kyle though was not easily discarded and continued to thrust into me.

  “He only, ah… oh… made er a… fuck yeah… he only made er a fucking virgin again”

  That seemed to spur Bennie who banged straight into my bum hold, his thin cock sliding far in, the room began to spin. The two of them worked away at me, back and forth when one pulled back the other thrust in. Unable to catch my breath, I became ragged letting out shallow pants, my lips parted. It took me moment to register the cock in my mouth but once there I could not escape it as the st bandit had been unable to wait his turn any longer. He did not care for an expert blowjob, simply hammered his cock as far down my throat as he could, choking me. We stayed like that for awhile, the three of them working me between themselves until I passed out again.

  This set the tone for the next couple of weeks with the bandits taking me when they felt like it. Periodically one or more left to raid and plunder but I was never left alone. At first I resisted where I could but soon realised this just excited them even more. I tried pying dead, a zombie but this led them to beat me in frustration. In truth it did not take them long to break me and I soon learned to cooperate, doing my best to please them when they wanted me. From there on I was no longer chained to the wall and did odd jobs for them. Cooked and served food, mended clothes and armour, even tend to their wounds when Currie was out of magicka. It was then that Tom arrived. He did not look like the others, a smart clean shaven nord in ordinary town clothes and whistled as soon as he saw me.

  He wasted no time, walking straight over he pinned me down and fucked me. It was only when he finished that he looked properly and whistled softly.

  “You’ll never guess what you got here boss!”

  “What” the Chief looked up.

  “You only captured the fucking Dragonborn.”

  “The fuck you on about.” I id there and listened as Tom reted my entire fall form grace many of the details I was not sure how had come out, many embellished but one thing that was certain; they knew exactly who I was.

  The Chief spoke first.

  “Well fuck me, the cunt must be worth a bit. Still, I’m almost disappointed how easy she was to tame. Just fucking look at her. At the sudden attention I looked down and blushed.

  “How did such a warrior become such a weakling, not even a proper fight.”

  “Hey boss, does this mean we been fucking a man?”

  “Do you ever fucking listen Bennie?! She aint a man now, been turned into a fucking woman and aint never gonna be able to turn back. Reckon all those women humours they talk about muddled her fucking brain. Tom, you get your arse in gear and see what we can fucking get, try the Jarl of Whiterun first, reckon she helped him out in a big way once.”

  So, Tom left and it was several weeks before he reappeared, several weeks where I was watched closer but still raped daily. Indeed, they seemed to do it more, enjoying holding a power over me. I was their sve and could do nothing.

  “Well Tom?”

  “No luck from the Jarl of Whiterun, he said she was a disappointment and we could keep her.”

  “And the rest?”

  Tom maintained a neutral expression.

  “Seems the great and good of Skyrim could not give two fucks about the once mighty Dragonborn, even those she helped. None of em willing to offer even a septim for her. Hell some of them seemed to like the idea.”

  “So no ransom?” The chief sounded disappointed but also a bit hopeful. Of everyone in the cave he ravaged me the most.

  It was then that Tom smiled.

  “Well… I did get an offer from a rather… shady looking mage.”

  My heart leapt to think of Therin, then confusion. Did I want him of all people to rescue me?

  “What’s ‘is name?”

  “Galen. Apparently, she messed with some experiment of his awhile back when she was still a warrior, he wants revenge and is willing to pay 80,000 septims to get it! Didn’t see any point in negotiating or checking, I agreed and picked a date and a pce not far from here. He’ll arrive in a week for the girl. Should give us chance to prepare if he tries a double cross.”

  “Well done Tom! Reckon along with what we took from her we can retire on this!”

  My insides had turned to ice, I hadn’t noticed that I had soiled myself when I heard the name. Galen was the most terrifying creature I had ever encountered. The experiments I had found in his castle dungeon had given me nightmares for weeks. It had been a close thing defeating him but like Therin he had escaped, swearing revenge. If he got me rape would be the least of my problems. I would die, but slowly, very slowly. I dared not think about what I would come back as. I needed to escape, but could think of no way to do so. Then again I remembered the name, Therin. The stone. I had no pride left, no dignity to preserve. Naked, dirty defeated, I was the lowest cast of the pnet. They had not moved the stone.

  I waited until night, pretending to clean and tidy I worked my way toward the table where the soul gem had gone. Kyle, standing on watch at the entrance to the cave paid me no mind. Before I could change my mind I drew my hand along one of the tattered edges of the table and allowed some of my blood to rip down onto the soul gem. It took on a different hue, sparkling red but offered no other outward sign of change. I went back to my corner and id my head down praying it worked. Over the next couple of days nothing happened and I began to worry that it had either not worked or Therin had given up on me. But then, on the third day, a tall figure in resplendent blue robes walked into the cave. He took the scene in at a gnce from the bandits to me, currently being taken roughly by Tom, Bennie on watch at the door had not at first even seemed to be aware of Therin.

  “Gentleman! Allow me to introduce myself, my name is Therin and I am here to kill you all!”

  Bennie was the first to die, an enchanted sword had appeared in Therin’s hand and casually sliced Bennie’s head from his shoulders. Currie died next, a small bolt of lightning ripping through him before he could unch any spells of his own. Three more died before being able to draw a weapon. All consumed within the raging tempest of a small fireball. Only the Chief and Tom remained. Tom had pulled away from me, clumsily trying to pull up his trousers. The Chief rushed, Therin, greatsword upraised only to be frozen in pce by a ball of ice. He dropped dead.

  Tom tried to speak

  “Please I er I…”

  Gouts of fme rose from Therin’s hands, engulfing Tom who began to scream until at st he died as well. Without another word Therin turned to leave.

  “Therin! Wait!”