Note: This story is actually a rewrite of the already finished story of the same name. I felt like I could go back and improve upon the story by cleaning it up, adding new details, and (in some places) including more chapters. Overall, the plot will be the same to the original 'Disgusting'. In addition, its sequel 'Revolting' will likewise be rewritten and improved upon. Although, 'Revolting' will just be added on to the end of "Disgusting' instead of getting its own story. 'Revolting' will be completely rewritten. So, basically just adding on to what happened after 'Disgusting'.
Elenwen POV:
It was obvious she was fake from the moment she walked in. The woman awkwardly stumbles around the party like a peasant, she gags on the sweeter wines meant for nobility's tongues, and her robes are faded and torn. I'd originally intended on keeping it quiet and silently assassinating her when she left. Then, I saw her speaking to the man responsible for keeping the drinks flowing. That in itself wasn't odd, but it did become odd when she left the bar without a drink in her hand and my servant disappeared a few feet behind the bar. I take my place in the corner of the room and watch the woman mingle with everyone.
Silently, I rapidly clench and release my fist three times. A guard turns her head by the slightest of an inch and barely nods. I raise my drink and tip it towards the Khajiit that has her back towards me. Another nod from the guard before she turns her head back into the proper place. I've given an order for the guard to watch and kill the Khajiit when next the opportunity presents itself. I'd prefer it if I could just pull my dagger from my boot and slit the liar's throat. Unfortunately, the queen and nobility of Skyrim are gathered and might look down upon the ambassador of the Altmer for killing a woman in front of them. Suddenly, the guard nods again. I follow her line of sight and see the Khajiit's tail disappear behind the bar with my server.
My attention is snapped back to the party when Idgord Ravencrone begins arguing with Razlen. I grind my teeth and bring the situation under control with a glare sent at both of them. Both nobles quiet down and the party resumes. I send another nod to the guard. Quietly, my fellow Altmer exits the room. However, I whisper a single word to her as she passes the corner I'm standing in.
"Alive.". I watch the party and mentally try to track who's talking with who. Quickly, I give up and just idly watch while listening for a sign. After a few minutes, the sound of a struggle reaches the party. The nobles pretend not to notice and I silently motion for Illdi to play her lute louder. Thankfully, her playing drowns out the sound of battle and the nobility calm down.
Slowly, the battle dies down and everything goes back to normal. My guard returns, but stands behind the bar and only barely motions towards me. She's almost completely hidden from view (besides her head), so I quickly hurry to meet her. The woman is soaked from head to toe in blood and her blade is still dripping red. A vein in my throat throbs as I quietly snarl a single question that will determine if the guard lives past today.
"Alive?". She nods and puts her blade away while silently explaining the situation to me.
"She killed a large amount of our men, but we subdued her. She's awaiting your pleasure in a cell.". I feel the throbbing vein calm down and ask another question.
"Who was she?". A smirk crosses the guard's face.
"She refused to give a name and making her squeal didn't get an answer, but her had a set of armor and a sword of Blades' make. We also found an Amulet of Talos around her neck.". I reward the guard for her excellent service with a few gold, then return to the party with a wide smirk splitting my face.
I allow the Khajiit to stew in panic and fear until around midnight. The dark, wet, and cold dungeon is silent and empty as I make my way down into its stomach. My heavy box of supplies is jingling around in my hands, so it's a relief when I finally find the Khajiit's cell. Two guards nod and quickly disappear when they see me. Most likely because they don't want to hear the woman screaming. I sit the box down, pop the door open with a rusted key, and kick my box inside. The object slams the chained woman in the side and causes her to jerk out of her stupor. The Khajiit had all of her belongings taken from her, so now the only thing hiding her are her undergarments and a pair of filthy, ragged trousers.
I slam the cell door shut behind me and lock it before picking my box up. I put the box to the side. Hopefully, I'll get to use it later. When I turn back around I kneel, force the woman to look at me, and examine what I have to work with. Her thick pelt is varying shades of grey throughout her entire body; her eyes are a nice mix of green and blue that reminds me of the sea; and her body has piercings everywhere possible. She's shaking and sweating with fear; however, I can see the anger in her eyes. I'm pleased she fears me. If she allows her fear to control her and cooperates, then I'll give her the gift of a quick and merciful death.
Sadly, the hate and anger she has for me might not allow that. I release the woman's chin and she turns her eyes from me. A smile finds its way onto my face. If I can focus on the fear (the same thing that causes her to avoid meeting my eye), then everything should be easy. Khajiit are often fearful, but they're prideful and overconfident. I stand and try to build my confidence for the upcoming interrogation. The Khajiit will break within an hour. She's already afraid because I'm an Altmer. If I can make her fear me because I'm me (in addition to the Altmer fact) she'll sing like a bird. Gently, I place a foot on the woman's side and push her to where she's lying on her side instead of her belly. I dig my heel onto her side and consider beating her until she's almost dead.
It's appealing to me; though, I can't because I already know she'd just clam up. I keep digging my heel in harder and listen to the woman panting. I need to find a way to break her mentally. To root around inside her skull and connect an image of me with 'pure terror'. I remove my heel and the woman stops gasping. I decide to question her first. If I'm unlucky, then she'll tell me everything she knows willingly without the need for torture. I kneel back down, force her to look at me with a hand under her chin, and tell her a simple command.
"Tell me what you know. If you do, then I promise no harm will come to you.". A glob of spit lands only a hair's breath underneath my right eye. The woman's ears are flattened and her lips are pulled back to reveal her ivory fangs.
"Go fuck yourself.". Her snarl fades and her eyes widen as a toothy smirk spreads across my face. I release her head, but she watches me as I use a single finger to flick her spit off of my face. The woman begins trying to scrabble away as I grab my box and yank it up beside us. I pop the box open and take out my favorite tool to break new prisoners to my whim. Five metal handles with a long strand of metal coming out of each one. Every strand ends in a long metal arrow perfect for sticking in prisoners. I use one hand to unchain the Khajiit from the wall. The woman begins trying to rush away, but I grab the chain around her neck and connect it to the ground. The Khajiit tries to use her bound hands to undo the chain on the floor; thankfully, the fact they're tied behind her back stops her.
I watch the woman struggle for a few minutes before placing my heel on her stomach. The woman goes still and closes her eyes. I take my heel off of her, then crack her side as hard as possible. The woman instantly rolls onto her stomach like I wanted her. The Khajiit begins trying to force herself up, but my heel in the small of her back stops her.
I kneel down (using the prisoner as something to lean on) and start my torture. I begin humming and place the first arrow in her right hand. I enter in between the ring and middle finger; and, I don't stop until the arrow's tip is visible just underneath the skin covering the woman's wrist. She remains silent, but her back is shuddering. The next arrow goes into her shoulder at an angle and scratches against her collarbone. More shuddering and heavy breathing. A third arrow is forced in between her highest and second highest rib on her right side. I feel the arrow slide into something squishy and the Khajiit hisses and begins kicking.
I press my heel down harder as I smile. I've hit either her lung or some upper organ. My fourth arrow is inserted at the base of her spine. This time the woman fights as the arrow scratches her vertebral column. A sharp punch to the back of her skull causes to collapse. She continues panting and shuddering as I tenderly work the very tip of the arrow into her spinal cord. The woman violently jerks as I work it in, but I don't punish her for that one. The jerking was due to the fact I just stabbed a bundle of nerves and not because of disobedience. I tap the woman to show her I'm pleased. Then, I pull down her pants. More heavy breathing and shuddering. I shove the last arrow into the fatty part of the woman's ass on the right side.
I stand and put one of the metal handles in my right hand. The other four rest in my left hand. I tug on the handle and see the woman's shoulder jerk a little. I cough to get her attention. The woman's flattened ears twitch. I give her one final chance.
"Who sent you?". The Khajiit remains silent for a few seconds before growling.
"Talos.". I tsk in disapproval before starting the real torture. I activate my sparks spell in my right hand. The metal handle and wire dance and jerk as the sparks travel in the only direction they can. My sparks spell could easily kill someone, but the wire weakens it enough to where it'll just be terribly painful without killing. The woman's shoulder jerks and her hand clenches and relaxes rapidly without her consent, but she remains silent. I sarcastically praise her as I pass another metal handle into my sparking right palm.
"Impressive.". This handle leads to her ribs. The Khajiit begins breathing is short gasps and her entire right side from her waist to shoulder is beginning to spasm violently. A croaking, gagging sound is filling the cell.
"Who sent you?". I pass another handle into my hand. This one leads to her hand that isn't twitching. Now her entire upper body is jerking, twitching, and hitting the floor of her cell as she does a sick dance. The prisoner gags out an answer that I wasn't looking for.
"T-T-The N-N-Nine!". I smile as I pass yet another handle into my hand. The fourth handle leads to the base of her spine. Her reaction is instant. The woman screams like a dying woman as her entire body does a sick dance. Her limbs flail wildly, her head is slamming against the ground, and her torso is curling from side to side in an attempt to get relief. I even spell piss and shit which gives away the fact the woman's released her bowels during her agony. I increase the power of my sparks. I'm an experienced spell caster, so I could easily keep it this intense spell for hours on end. I briefly kill my spell to give the prisoner yet another chance that she doesn't deserve.
"I'm starting to find this less and less amusing as we go on. Now tell me what I want to know, or else I'll give you the full power.". The woman is a shaking, sobbing mess on the floor. However, she still manages to snarl a mistake.
"Fuck you...". She yowls again and resumes her dance as I cast my spell in my right hand. I tsk for a second time and gingerly hand myself the final handle that's connected to the prisoner's ass. Then, I give my spell everything I possible have. The woman stops dancing and goes still. Only her right foot is violently twitching on the ground. I kill my spell and the Khajiit comes back to life. Vomit erupts from her as she starts crying like a damned babe. I kneel beside her and give her an easy way out.
"You could have stopped this at any time. Just tell me who sent you. A single word could stop all of your suffering.". The Khajiit remains silent and I start up the torture again. It keeps up like this for almost three hours. I just continue frying the Khajiit, questioning her, and going back to frying her when she whispers for me to go touch myself. Eventually, it becomes clear my magic is nearing its end and this technique isn't going to get me anywhere.
I shake my head at the woman being difficult while I roughly yank the barbs from her. The woman just lies on the group in a heap and gasps desperately for breath. I put the handles away before unchaining the woman. The Khajiit doesn't even bothering fighting me as I drag her into the corner of the cell. I leave her there, then go and pull a tiny folding table from my large box. I get the table ready and lay my tools for torture on them. It's a little cramped, but I manage to shove all of them on there. I go over to the Khajiit, grab the chain around her neck, and drag her to the table. The woman's eyes roll around in her skull before settling on the tools before her. I say another simple command.
"Choose.". The woman shudders constantly while examining the tools. I doubt she has an idea what any of them do, so she'll most likely choose what she thinks is the least painful. Thankfully, the 'least painful' looking ones are usually the worst. Finally, the Khajiit shakes her head. I gently place my hand on the cat's back. A small taste of my sparks gets the woman moving. She points at the torture tool closest to her.
The tool she's chosen is absolutely perfect. The breast ripper. It's used generally to cause extreme pain to those already found guilty. Rarely, it's used to execute women by tearing deep enough that major veins in the chest are severed. I drag the limp woman over to the wall and chain her to it. Now she's forced to stand by the chain around her neck pulling her up. I go back and put the tool on. The breast ripper is a glove with five long, serrated hooks coming off of the fingertips. I turn back to the woman and hold up the tool for her to see. Already, her ears are flattened and her eyes are wide. I smile and explain to her what the wicked glove on my hand does.
"This is the breast ripper. Personally, I enjoy using it on women like you. I'll start by groping the tit of your choosing. Then, I'll just lightly press down over time. Each minute applying just a tiny bit more pressure. Please, remember I'll be feeling you up and possibly twisting your nipple during this.". She's breathing is short gasps, but I keep going.
"Eventually, I'll apply the pressure harder and faster. It might take a while, but I can assure you that eventually your tit will either come off in my hand, or it'll rip to shreds. If that doesn't kill you, then you'll be horribly disfigured throughout the rest of you- most likely short- life. Blood is known to splatter on the victim in the torturer.". I smile as wide as I possibly can.
"Luckily, I don't mind getting dirty for my work. Now, I believe I've stalled long enough. Let's get started, shall we?". I step over to her and use a single hook to slowly cut away the bindings covering her breasts. I take my time and watch the woman close her eyes while shaking. I snip away the cloth and visually feast upon the flesh revealed to me. The woman cracks her eye open, then slams it shut as she start writhing in a mix of terror and desperation. Looking back, I should have told my guard to force her to get naked. Everyone of every race feels more uncomfortable and afraid when they're naked when they don't want to be. Ah well, live and learn. I bring my hand up to stroke the woman's face while asking an important question.
"Which breast?". She remains silent, but opens her eyes. The bitch attempts to give me a defiant look, but I can she's more afraid than anything. Especially because there are tears rolling down her cheeks now. I smile again and softly coo threats at her.
"Worthless little Khajiit. Can't even decide which one she likes least. I'll do something nice for you and decide for you.". I take her right breast in my hand and almost laugh as she twists and writhes at my touch. I squeeze her tit a little and use my actual fingertips to tickle her nipple as the metal hooks start sinking into flesh. I lean in close enough that my lips are touching her flattened ear's tip.
"One simple name. One word. Just say it and I'll allow you to keep your tit. Your breasts are already small enough; there's no need for them to be made even tinier.". The woman lets a sob tear from her throat and squeezes her eyes tight; however, she doesn't tell me to go fuck myself. I decide to try this tactic to get her to break enough to get what I want. I carefully touch her shoulder and lean in until my lips are brushing her ear. I also continue applying pressure and twisting her nipple with my fingers.
"Come on. One little word. I don't want to hurt you, but I need to know why you're here.". Her lips quiver and her wet eyes open up to look at me. I just need a little more to convince her to give. I dig my hooks in a little harder and pinch her nipple as hard as I possibly can.
"If you don't tell me, then I'll have to take your breasts. Both of them. There's also another torture device that I have. It works by me sticking it up inside of your ass or cunt, then pulling a lever. Spikes shoot out of it and will ruin you. I don't want to do that, but I need to know who sent you and why you're here.". She remains silent, but begins lightly sobbing while tears continue running down her face. I sigh and shake my head in mocking pity.
"Such a shame.". I tighten my grip a little and she finally breaks.
"Delphine! Delphine! Delphine sent me!". So, my old enemy is still alive. I need to find our where Delphine is, but the prisoner's been interrogated enough for one day. She needs to rest to avoid dying. Not to mention, if I stop now it'll add a fake layer of 'truth' to what I told her about not wanting to kill her.
I reluctantly put my torture tool away, then return to 'comfort' the Khajiit. First, I retie her breast-bindings to return her dignity and make her more comfortable. Next, I unchain her and allow her to fall to the ground in a heap of flesh. I kneel and take the woman in my arms while ignoring the stench coming from her or the fact she's still soiled her pants. I go about keeping the woman quiet while praising her.
Only for a few minutes, though. Then, I go about healing her while thanking her for the information she gave me. It takes me longer than expected and quite a bit of magic to heal her, but it'll be worth it in the long run. Finally, I go over to my box and pull out some rewards for the woman finally breaking and submitting to me. The rewards will also act as bribes for future information when I ask for it during our next 'session'. I wrap the first reward (a thick blanket made of goat) around her while pushing a bottle of skooma into her hand. If I'm lucky, then she'll tell someone some secrets while she's high. Though, I highly doubt it considering she's mostly isolated. The woman begins sucking on the skooma jug like it's a bottle and she's a babe. I stand and inwardly sneer at her.
I get the quickest results, but I can see why my fellows don't approve of how I do things. It's almost insulting to see how the Khajiit acts when not being punished. I turn from the pathetic sight and clean up my tools. When I'm done I don't even look back at the woman. I just stand with my box and exit the cell. I check to make sure it's locked tight, then begin leaving. I can't help smiling as I go. I got to torture a Khajiit while learning important information. A good day. Hopefully, tomorrow will be even better.