Note: The amount of messages and reviews I got in such a short time were amazing. While most of the choices were popular, Elenwen/Female Dragonborn took the cake. I plan on doing a Lydia/Female Dragonborn and Serana/Female Dragonborn later, but only after I finish this. I'd planned on waiting a few days before writing, but I was too anxious to start this. In all honesty this will be short compared to what I'm use to (but longer than Thirst). So, sit back and enjoy.
Elenwen POV:
I knew she was a fake the second she walks in, but I couldn't just attack her right then and there. What would the others think? No, I had to wait. I watch her move around the party, talking to anyone that comes near her. At one point she speaks to Idgord Ravencrone, then the old woman begins screeching at Razelan about something. I can clearly see the Khajiit slink away behind the bar, but the other guest are too distracted by Idgord and Razelan arguing to notice. I step in and quickly dissolve the situation, then motion for a guard. When she arrives I lean in and whisper to her, "It appears one of our guest has gotten lost. Find her.". She's about to leave, but I remember something and motion for her to say. Then, I calmly tell her, "Alive.". She nods and quietly leaves, her blade drawn.
After a few moments I hear the sound of fighting in the distance, but calmly motion for Illdi to play louder. She does, and the sound of people screaming is drowned out. About halfway through the party the guard returns, but stays in the corner. It's clear why. Her leggings are covered in blood, her scabbard is leaking the red liquid, and a cut is still bleeding on her face. When I have the chance I walk over to her. Instantly, the guard tells me, "She killed half of our men, but we caught her. She's awaiting your pleasure in a cell.". I nod and quietly ask, "Who was she?". The guard shrugs and tells me, "She had Blades armor on, a Blades sword, and an Amulet of Talos on her. It's a safe guess she has some connection with the blades.". I nod and go back to the party, smiling. Today just gets better and better.
It's well past midnight when I enter her cell, the dungeons abandoned. The Khajiit was stripped of her armor and clothes, now only her undergarments cover her torso. We gave her some ragged trousers, but they're filthy already. I yank the rolling trunk in behind me, my tools of trade inside. I quickly close her cell and lock it, but I doubt the Khajiit could ever escape. I slowly turn and take in the pathetic creature in front of me. Her long, thick pelt is grey, her wide eyes are green, and her body is adorned with piercings. After I'm done examining her body I look into her eyes, I need to see what kind of woman she is. Her eyes are filled with fear, but beneath that I can see hate and anger. It's good she fears me, if she cooperates I'll give her a quick, dignified death.
The hate and anger are problems, but I can work past that. I focus on the fear. Khajiits are often full of fear, but they're prideful and overconfident. If I could focus all my attention on her fear, then she'll break within an hour. She's probably afraid of Altmer in general (most of the lessor races are), but I need to make her afraid of me as a person. I could always beat her within an inch of her life, but that won't inspire her to tell me anything. I need to get into her mind, root there, and fill her head with fear and panic. But first I need to question her, she might be willing to simply tell me what she knows. I clear my throat and tell her, "Tell me all I want to know, and no harm will come to you.". The Khajiit curls her lips, spits at my boots, and snarls, "Go fuck yourself.".
A damned shame. I open my trunk and pull out one of my favorite devices. Five metal handles, each with a long strand of metal coming out of it. The strands end in five barbed, small metal arrows. I place the device to the side and unchain the Khajiit, only to chain her to the floor a few seconds later. Now she's lying on the ground, her back revealed to me. I hum and place the first arrow in her right hand, the woman remaining silent as the point enters her flesh. The second goes into her shoulder, and the third between her ribs. I chuckle as I place the fourth at the base of her spine, the fifth in her ass. I take the one handle that leads to her shoulder in my right hand, the other four in my left. I clear my throat and ask, "Who sent you?". The Khajiit snarls and says, "Talos.".
I tsk in disapproval and activate my sparks spell in my right hand, the spell traveling up the strand of wire. Normally, a sparks spell would easily kill someone, but it becomes weaker traveling up the wire. It'll hurt horribly, but the Khajiit will be in no danger of dying. She remains silent when the spell hits her, but her right hands twitches and jerks. "Impressive.". I sarcastically congratulate her as she remains silent, but pass the handle leading to her ribs in my other hand. She's quietly gasping, but refuses to make sound as her body thrashes. "Who sent you?". I ask as I put a third handle in my hand, this one to her shoulder. "T-The N-N-Nine!". She manages to spit out, her body thrashing as my weakened sparks spell runs up and down her body. She'll break soon enough.
I take the fourth handle in my hand, this one leading to the base of her spine. This time she throws her head back and yowls, her body doing a sick dance as I increase the intensity of my spell. An advantage of being an experienced Altmer is the fact I can hold this spell for hours at a time. I sigh and tell her, "I'm getting bored, now tell me. Or I could always give you the full experience.". She manages to spit out, "Fuck you!". Before she yowls as her body keeps dancing. I tsk again and take the final handle in my hand, making my sparks spell as powerful as I can. I yawn and watch as she begins to cry, her body quickly starting to spasm against the cold, hard ground. I tell her, "This could stop at any time, just tell me who sent you. One little word and this ends.".
It keeps up like this for a few hours. I kindly offer her a way out of misery, and she tells me to go fornicate with myself. Eventually, I grow bored and yank the barbs from her skin, putting this tool up. I unchain her and throw her in a corner, my sparks spell taking all of the fight from her body. I quickly set up a table, laying my torture devices out. When I'm done I yank her over to the table, showing her all of the devices. I chuckle and tell her, "Choose.". She couldn't know what half of the devices do. She could choose something she thinks is completely painless, and it could be the worst device I have. When she shakes her head I place my hand on her back and let her taste my sparks, then she quickly points at one of my favorite tools I have.
The breast ripper. Perfect. I once again chain her to the wall, then put the device on. It's a glove, but has five long hooks. One sprouts from each finger, the tips extremely sharp. I want to start the torture, but I need to tell her what the device does. It'll make her terrified before I begin. "You chose the breast ripper, one of my personal favorites. First, I'll simply grope one of you tits, but which one is your choice. Then, I'll start to slowly press down. After a while your breast will either come off, or it'll shred like parchment. If you don't die you'll be horribly disfigured the rest of your short life. Blood is known to splatter on the victim and torturer, but I don't mind getting dirty for my work. Now, I've talked long enough. Let's get started, shall we?". I quickly make my way over to her.
I use one of the hooks to cut away her breast binding, her flesh now exposed to my eyes. I can see her recoil and writhe in desperation, obviously terrified. That's no surprise, people feel more vulnerable when they're naked. I should have forced her to strip the second I got in her cell. Oh well. I bring my hand up and ask, "Which breast?". She remains silent and glares, but I can see the tears rolling down her cheeks. I snarl and tell her, "Worthless Khajiit, fine I'll decide. Right it is.". I quickly take her right breast in my hand, the Khajiit writhing under my touch. I smirk and squeeze, groping her as the tips dig into her flesh. I lean in and quietly tell her, "One name. Just one. And then you'll get to keep your tit. Your breast are already small enough, there's no need to make them smaller.".
She whimpers and closes her eyes, but doesn't tell me to fuck myself. I quickly change tactics and slowly lean in even closer, whispering to her. As I speak I pinch her breast, the hooks digging into the skin while my fingers twist her nipple. I easily lie to her as I grope her. "Come on. One little word. I don't want to hurt you, but I need to know why you're here.". She looks ready to tell, but I need to urge her on. "If you don't tell I'll have to take your breast, both of them. And, there's another device I have. I can stick it up inside you, turn a lever, and spikes will come out of it. I don't want to do that, but I need to know who sent you.". The Khajiit remains silent, but cries all the while. I sigh and say, "Such a same.". But before I can claim her breast she yells, "Delphine! Delphine! Delphine sent me!".
So the bitch is alive. I need to know where she is, but the prisoner's been interrogated enough for one day. She needs to rest, and believe what I told her about not wanting to hurt her. So I put away my favorite toy and shush the Khajiit, retying her breast bindings. I slowly unchain her, the prisoner falling to the ground. I take her in my arms, ignoring the reek and lower station of the beast before me. I shush, praise, and thank her as I set about healing her wounds. Once she's treated I go over to my trunk and pull out two rewards, incentive for her to tell me more when I come here again. A thick goat hide blanket so she doesn't freeze. And, a gigantic bottle of the finest skooma, along with a skooma pipe. She might even spill some secrets while she's high, but I doubt it.
Many of my fellows criticize my way of interrogation, but I get the quickest results. I give her the rewards and clean up my tools. I quickly unlock the door and leave, dragging my chest behind me. As I walk I can't help smiling. After a few hours I've found out important information, and planted fear in the prisoner's simple little mind. All in all, today was a good day.
