The Bandit's Thrall

by RD87

A young boy was enslaved before he could even remember. His old masters, a group of bandits, were physically abusive, but they threw him away after years of being in their possession. The juvenile slave was taken under new care, in an illicit brothel dubbed, "The Bandit Club." The work he and other enslaved men and women were forced to do were not traditional, instead of laborious

1. Chapter 1

/RD87

(Here's a darker skyrim story. Multiple chapters long with better story and less focused on sex. Think I'll make it 10 chapters for now, then continue ARK or bloodlines or make a short story, then start this again. More story is easier for me to write since more sex gets really repetitive.)

I was lost at the age of three. I was kidnapped by felons that took me in and raised me, but not as family. The group of thugs had me do chores, bathe them, cook, and clean. Life was not all too bad, since I was obedient and had done my job as needed. Not once was I whipped, but I was lightly beaten a few times for minor misdemeanors.

The life of a bandit is a short one. They were soon hunted by mercenaries, hired by those they had wronged. We were on the run for weeks, and right when the hunters were on our trail, the bandit leader said, "Leave the slave behind! He's slowing us down and we've only got few rations to spare." So then they tossed me aside, left me beside a tree as the mercenaries rid past to catch the bandits. I never knew if they did, but one of the mercs stopped as they saw me.

This man was cruel and desired only coin. He sneered as he saw me, "Your kind leave you behind?" He asked me as he hopped off his steed. "They're not one of my kind." I responded, standing tall and trying to be brave against a Nord who was thrice as mighty as I. "Then what are you to them?" He sneered, already knowing what the bandits held me in chains for. "Their child? Their hostage? Oh, I think I know, their slave." I nodded yes, hoping to attract some sort of sympathy, but that was the response he was hoping for. "Well I know just the place for slaves." He quickly held a dagger up to my throat, and my fearlessness visage faded. Then the nord knocked me out with the handle of his blade.

I awoke in a cage with many others. Men, women, argonians, breton, nords, and a couple children all stripped naked. My head ached and I was discombobulated, one dark skinned breton woman was nice enough to care for my well being. "Child, you have awoken to a very unfortunate fate." I rubbed my eyes and asked, "Where are we?" She helped me up and said, "It doesn't matter where we are now. We are slaves, ready to be sold and shipped to the highest bidder. Just pray to your god that wherever you are sent is merciful. Who owned you before?" I breathed deeply and coughed at the scent of the reek cage, then answered, "Bandits, ma'am. They left me behind." She examined me and remarked, "Not a single whipping scar. They must have been nice." I recalled to the multiple beatings I was given for stepping out of line, but I had only received bruises. These people here had scars.

"I hope you are given a more tolerant master, but the young ones like you catch a high price for the most cruel and devious." I was about to ask her who were the worst when one of the jailor clanged against the bars and said, "Come on scum, bidding time." The jailors opened the cage and led us out one by one, then we exited through a door where I heard multiple people chattering. Silence fell as the first of the slaves were brought out a door, then lined up on a stage. The auctioneer started off with the first one in line, an imperial who looked famished but was once strong. "Welcome back folks! Good to see your friendly faces once again. Let's all skip the prelude and get started on business. Our first specimen has the potential to be an asset in the fields, a workhorse, and perhaps even a bit of charm to him for the ladies out there. Let's start the bid off at 250 septims." One man raised his hand, "300 septims, do I hear 300?" Then two others. "350!"

The fight over ownership ensued until it ended at, "450 coins for the owner of Kindleblood farm!" The slave looked defeated as he was bought, he had been given the short end of the stick with the owner.

As the auctions continued, some had the same grim look on their face, others had a content look knowing their new master was not as harsh as the others, not one was pleased to be a slave, however. Then, it came to be my time to be sold.

"Let's start this young one at 500 gold! With a boy this age, you could forge him to be anything you need him to be, and not a scar on him so he's sure to attract a few customers if you're in that sort of work. So, do I hear 500?"Someone shouted from the crowd, "500!" Then another yelled,"600!" They continued increasing from increments of 50 and 100 gold, until a woman shouted, "1250 gold!" The auctioneer asked the people, "1250! Do I hear 1300?" No one raised the bid any further. "Going once… twice… sold to Jenna Aubrins, the owner of Bandit Club!" Two large bandits pushed me, wearing full armor and swords. Jenna Aubrins, a middle aged and wealthy nord woman with exceptional height, stood up and smiled. I was led to her by force. "Hold him." She ordered the men. They grabbed my arms and held very tightly, enough to make it feel as if I was losing blood circulation.

I turned back to look at the Breton woman who spoke to me earlier. She had a face that I feared, one of pity. She knew who my owner was and knew that my life was undesirable. I prayed that it was not so as I was led to my master.

Jenna studied me closely. Looking at my eyes and facial structure, then started patting my relatively long hair. She tapped on my chin and said, "Open." I slightly opened my mouth. I felt Jenna's gloved finger go in and start inspecting the inside of my mouth and teeth. "My, my. You were certainly worth the coin." She took her finger from my mouth and wiped her glove with a cloth. "Come with me. You two can leave, I've got my own people to handle him." The two handed her the keys and restraints, to which she simply replied, "I don't think I need to cuff a child." I was 15 years old, or so I guessed at the time. I took insult to the response but did not reply.

My new master turned to me and asked, "What is your name, son?" She called me son as if I weren't property, almost as if she cared. "I don't have one." She frowned and said, "That's no fun. You know what, I'll give you name that suits your line of work. Hmm… how's Youth?" It was a word, not a name, but I complied and nodded yes. "Good, now let's get you out of here." Jenna hid her cruelty very well, she seemed caring and sweet but it would only be a matter of time before she betrayed her visage.

Jenna Aubrin's started walking, I had no choice but to follow. We exited the building, which seemed to be in the middle of a forest, and into what I assumed was her wagon. There was a cage in the back with a drape over it, so no one could peer inside. Beside one empty seat in the front, behind the horses, were two more bandits. Chatting together about vampires or something. "Unlock the gate." Jenna ordered them. The one with the key got off and unlocked the door. Without being told, I entered the cage and sat down. "Smart one, not pretty good looking." One of the bandits remarked. "How much you pay for 'em?" Jenna answered, "1250. Hefty price, but I can already tell he's worth more than that." They closed the door and locked it. The giant rag that covered the cage blocked damn near any light, but I could hear the horses as they began trotting off.

I had no idea how long I was in there for. I had dozed off after a couple of hours. I said not one word to them, and they said not one word to me. It was useless calling for help. Bandits were without morals, so the instant I would speak out to a stranger, they would cut off my tongue. I felt hopeless and despaired, but not all was lost. I was smart, I could scheme and eventually figure out a way to at least escape, or work hard enough for whatever it was they wanted me to do to buy my freedom.

Eventually, the carriage stopped. Jenna and her men unlocked my gate and lead me out. I had trouble walking at first from sitting down for too long, but regained balance before they could whip me again. We were still in an area full of trees, but we were walking towards the side of a mountain. I looked ahead and saw an entrance into the wall of rock, a door. Two more bandits were outside guarding it, although they looked like they didn't care who entered. "Madam Aubrin, welcome!" One of them said as he noticed. He opened the door for us and we entered and walked down a lengthy pathway.

It seemed this place was something like a cave. The walls were rock, the floor was rock, all of it was rock except for the support beams. As we walked further in, I saw that it really was a cave. There was a giant space, but it was fashioned to be almost like a club. As I looked more, I saw that it was nothing like a club, sure there was a bar and tables for serving food, but there also was cages, bondage structures, and a fenced off clearing that looked like a fighting stage, with a pathway that led to a different part of the cave that was blocked off. There was another door that lead to the blocked off room, that's where I was forced to go. I noticed that the bandits had to unlock the door to enter, so it must have been some sort of employee only area.

Inside the room, there were a few more bandit guards and a dozen other slaves like me, wearing mostly rags. Most of them were women, beautiful women, and a couple of them were good-looking men. They were either cleaning themselves or resting.

"You, Diamond. Come here and teach Youth, our new friend, how things are run here." Jenna then turned to the guards and said, "I will be back tomorrow. Take good care of him." One of the resting slaves walked towards me with the same pitiful look on her face the Breton woman had. "I'm so sorry." Were the first words she spoke to me. "I've never seen nor heard of anyone so young working with us. Dear gods, it's unholy." I gulped and asked, "What do we do here?" She responded, "If you're lucky, clean tables and serve food, but if master bought you, she's looking to feed a specific taste." I started to worry deeply, "What do you mean?" Diamond answered, "This world is full of men with great and evil desire. This is a gathering place for them. To put it simply, we are prostitutes for Jenna." Now I understood why everyone I had met knew my fate would be gloomy. I was to be defiled by others much older than I, to sate their arousal. "Now that you know what you are here for, let me explain how you will work in this establishment and it's rules."

"The rules are simple. Do not piss off the Master. What pisses her off should be common sense: trying to escape, not following orders, hurting clients, basically what would tick you off if you were the master. The master herself is not cruel nor as evil as they come, it's the work that we have to do that is pitied upon by slaves all over Tamriel. At first, it will be worst pain, both emotional and physical, that you have endured and will endure, especially since you are male and young. In time, you will get used to this line of work and if you're lucky as Moonstar over there (she said while pointing to a woman bathing herself), even enjoy it sometimes."

"Your first day today is sort of like initiation. We have many guards in this slavehold, each specialize in some form of sex. They will volunteer to take turns molesting, raping, breaking you until you find one that you enjoy, and I beg of you, enjoy or pretend to enjoy at least one of them or your life here will be far worse. The one that you choose to find pleasure with will be the one to train you, or more specifically, your ass." I was still comprehending this, and one question ran multiple times in my head, "But, why?" Diamond answered, "Because men are twisted and cruel. We have been forced to be their property, so we must do what they ask."

Diamond was about to continue speaking, but one of the bandits that guarded us asked, "You two cunts done yet? I want a turn with the newbie, virgin asses are always the best." Another bandit, an orc, said, "No way. You got to go first last time. Let someone else go." The other bandit scoffed and reluctantly said, "Fine. I get him tomorrow then." The orc turned to an Argonian woman who had two daggers by her side, "You want him today?" He asked her. She replied, "Nah, busy today. I can take him the day after." Then he asked a breton male sitting in the corner, "What about you?" He shrugged and responded, "Nah, not into that gay shit." It was decided that the large orc brute would be first.

I knew what was going to happen now. The other slaves simply watched or continued doing what they were doing. "No, no… please." I said while crawling away. I struggled as the tough orc grabbed my legs and pulled me close towards him. "Last chance guys." He said to the others once again, to which no one responded.

The orc pulled his pants down and his beastly 8 inch cock flung out. It resembled a horse's penis, but only in shape. It's length and girth were still mostly human. Fighting was useless, but I persisted until he dragged me to a pillory and restrained my head and arms in the wooden construct, then shackled my ankles to the ground within seconds. "Gag that bitch up." The argonian requested to my rapist. "Some of us are trying to focus." "With pleasure." He responded, then took his ragged and dirty underpants from within his pants and stuffed it in my mouth. "Spit it out and your day will become a whole lot worse." He threatened.

I kept it in my mouth, but continued weeping and yelling through the cloth. Screaming kept me from tasting the dirty garment, but the musty smell was seeping into my nose. The bandit's rough hands grabbed both of my asscheeks and spread them apart. I heard him spit and warm liquid splattered across my prostate. I couldn't believe it, the first time I was going to have sex was rape. Why me? I questioned the gods, but it was clear they didn't watch over me.

A thumb forced it's way in. "The younger the tighter." The orc remarked. I screamed into the undergarment, although it did not hurt and was only uncomfortable, but the scream came from my feelings of despair. It began to hurt when his stony index finger pushed itself in next to the thumb. I had received pain worse than this, but it was the context that caused me to weep further. The two fingers pushed deeper inside of me and then tried to split themselves apart but only by a mere millimeter, but the pain made me worry that my ass would tear.

"Too fucking tight." The orc muttered, "But it'll do." He retreated his fingers from my anus and spat into his hands. I heard slight squishing sounds and I knew he was applying his saliva to his penis. My feelings of desperation turned into disgust and anger. My whys turned into insults that I kept to myself. I rattled the chains and the yoke, fighting back as I felt one large green hand hold my left hip as well as his nasty cock swipe across my asscrack soon after, then going back up before he took his hands off of me and took a step back. "Fucking Sovngard… I can't do this to a kid, who am I kidding." I spat out the orc's underwear, then spat some more as the rotten taste still lingered. "Don't take this the wrong way bitch, I'm still coming for your ass, just not now."

The others questioned his decision, "Fuck are you doing Kugrin? We have our orders, we train him one day at a time." The orc, supposedly named Kugrin, unlocked and lifted the yoke and released me, then bent down to my ankles as he said, "He's just a fucking kid, everyone else we've had had definitely gotten laid before." A well-built Nord woman angrily walked towards him and asked, "So you're going to wimp out and not do what we're being paid to do?" The orc shook his head sideways, "No, no, no. I'm we're still training him, don't get me wrong. I just think he should have a choice." I shivered at the thought of what was going to happen to me and wiped the spit off my ass as they continued to argue. "Why should he get a choice? He's a slave, like the rest of 'em." The woman countered, but the Orc's morality proved to be slightly stronger than his sense of obedience. "He's a kid and a virgin that's why. Let him get first pick today, then I swear I'll go whenever if that's what you want." The Nord huffed and turned around, "Are you all okay with this?" Two of them shrugged and the others didn't respond. "Fine." She reluctantly said.

The nord woman grabbed my shoulders and clenched, while pulling me to the center of the room, then stood at a cave wall with the other guards.

There were six in total but another walked in through the door, a khajit man that was dressed normally and not in bandit gear. To recount, there was the argonian woman who had dual daggers, the brute nord woman, the strong but (compared to the others) sympathetic orc, the nord man that tried to rape me first, the dark breton man, and the khajit, who asked the others with an accent, "What are you all fighting over?" The nord woman, who seemed pretty big on shit talking, insulted him, "Go back to your bar pussy cat." The khajit glared but did not dare say anything back, but the argonian defended him, "He's going to have to train him too, let him come." The khajit asked again, "What's going on?" The argonian woman pointed at the ground and notioned for him to stand there.

I stared at all the candidates for my first full sexual encounter. I had to choose one, choose one to defile me for the first time. At least I was given a choice, and I hoped that me choosing one would at the very least would let me climb the ladder quickly to be their favorite. I had already started formulating a plan, and I knew I could not escape by myself.

The first thought in my mind was the orc, he was most likely the kindest one, but that might not stop his loyalty to coin and Jenna, my master.

I knew nothing about the Breton, so he was out.

The nord man and woman seemed to be bullies, and was probably not willing to become friends with a slave.

The Argonian woman seemed to either not care or dislike her bandit friends and seemed to be semi-tolerant of slaves but not as much as the orc, but I didn't know how she felt about Jenna and her loyalty to her or the septims she provides.

The Khajit seemed to be harassed just as much as I, and he was only the bartender and not a bandit, so he might not like the slaves either.

It came down to chance and what I myself wanted. The Orc, the Khajit, or the Argonian.

"Hurry it up, I ain't got all day." The nord man said, impatient and knowing that he was already not chosen. I was not ready to take a dirty bandit cock up my ass, and as a straight male, I had chosen the Argonian woman. "Her." I pointed towards the reptilian female, who had her arms folded and leaned against the wall. "Why not, I can do my shit later." then strutted towards me. She was the poison I had picked.