Rya
By TheUndyingCrystal
"This story takes place in the same timeline as the Three Dovahkiin: Trinity of Fate storyline. The main character of this particular story is a young High Elf (Altmer) who, due to the Civil War and the detrimental effects of it, was forced into prostitution. Her name is Rya, and lives in the great Dwemer city of Markarth, working in the Silver-Blood Inn as both a kitchen-hand, and as her full-time job as a prostitute. This is her story."
"Uhh…", I groan as I glance at the door, and at the rather small amount of customers here, mostly Nords. They all look pretty drunk, except for a Khajiit in the corner, who's curiously remained sober. None of them really notice me yet, but as the night wears on…
"Hey." The Khajiit calls out to me.
"Yeah?" I reply, walking over to him, my thin and lithe Tavern clothing shifting.
"This one assumes you are a meretrix." He smiled and spoke.
"Yeah..."
"I am here to purchase your services, High Elf."
At there I gulped. I had slept with a lot of different people before in my line of work, but never one of their kind. What do I say?
"D-do you have my fee, then?"
"Of course. I have already purchased a room for the night. As soon as you perform your duties, I shall provide the correct payment."
Business as usual.
Section 2: Taking care of Business
I walked into the room at the end of the hall, and heard the door lock, with a thin "klick" as the Khajiit sealed it.
"So...what is your name, Altmer?" He asked politely, "My name is Ra'Ja."
"My name is Rya."
He smiled, and stripped off his clothes, gesturing me to do the same. I followed suit, not feeling self-conscious of my naked body in front of his.
"Now get on the bed, Rya. Time to earn your paycheck."
I did so, and spread myself out, but was unprepared for his aggressive nature, only finding out as he groped my breasts in his hands, and straddled me.
"Get ready, filthy whore.", He landed a fierce blow with his paw of a hand
"Gah!", I cried out loud, but he covered my mouth with his hand.
It was a miserable night, as he managed to beat me into submission and rape me over and over, unable to do anything. He forced himself into me, and gave me his seed over and over, not satisfied that he had me entirely. When I could even hope he was done, he merely flipped me over, and put himself in me again. At some point I passed out from the pleasurable pain. As I woke in the morning, I realized he was gone, gone entirely. And he left his payment, at least. I found a note and several precious gems, all flawless, on the bed next to me. The note read: "Thank you for that amazing night. I hope these gems are enough to compensate you. If you are interested, I have a job that won't have you whoring off to Orc miners at night, and will pay three times as much. If you are, then meet me at the entrance to Vlindrel Hall, and you will meet the man I work for. Signed, Ra'Ja"
What was I to do? I knew at the rates I get these days, I would never have enough to get out of this hole they call an inn. It took mere seconds to decided as I dressed once again and stepped into the streets of Markarth.