(Late April and most of May will be a busy month for me. I will try to do what I can but that will most likely be just a single request from my single Patron during May.)

I wiped the tears from my face before the argonian woman's hands had long black fingernails that almost dug into my skin as she grabbed my wrist and pulled me away. "You're letting him choose? This one does not understand." I heard the Khajit say as the argonian and I walked out the resting room for the slaves. Someone explained it to him, most likely Kugrin, but it was hard to hear what he said after we had left.

There was a giant pit in the middle of the cave with a caged door that led to another room. I wondered if it was for pit fights or something else while I was led around it, towards the bar and dining area where I assumed the khajit worked. Behind the bar tables were multiple doors, six of them to be exact. She opened the entrance to one of them and pushed me inside, then came in with me after closing the door.

I realized that the six rooms were for traveling bandits or rogues after seeing a bed and a trunk. It looked like the roomy motels had another purpose as well. There was a rack on the wall opposite of the king sized bed, and I could not recognize the intent nor the design of the items, except for one small toy in the bottom left corner that resembled the erect genitalia of men. That tipped me off that the others must have been for sex, and I started to guess and understand what the others were for.

It was a goddamn arsenal of sex toys. I saw a ball gag, butt plugs, anal beads, strangely shaped dildos, a strap for the dildos, blindfolds, a dark leather whip, ropes and shackles, and more. I was intimidated by the sheer amount of it all, and knowing that the woman I had chosen was going to use those on me scared me and made me regret my decision. I shouldn't have overthought this and just chosen the nord girl, I scolded myself in my head, no ones ever going to want to you free, idiot!

I gulped, there was no going back now and the choice I had made was a mistake. "Cold feet?" She asked while sneering. "The slaves call me Mistress, I'm sure you can understand why. My real name is Vetra Vliax, but that's for friends and family only." I started to see the connection now, the dark leather clothing she wore was skin tight and domineering. She took her daggers off her side along with her keys and locked the weapons in the dresser, then placed the keys on top. "Get on the bed." She said firmly, but without ire. My legs trembled as I walked towards the bed, then sat.

The Mistress looked at the collection of toys and hummed a tune I did not recognize. She took the strap and attached a smooth stone dildo to it (I don't think plastic or rubber existed during whenever this was) then tossed it on the bottom end of the bed, saving it for later. She looked at the other items, but decided not to use them yet. "It's nice that you chose me, but I'm not stupid. Two women and the other one acted like a bitch. Sorry to tell you that you chose wrong, what I'm going to do will mentally scar you." She strutted to me and gently pushed my shoulder with her fingertips. It was an unspoken order, and I had gotten used to some of those due to my old bandit owners. I lied down on the bed and positioned myself vertically. The argonian twirled her finger in the air, another gesture that I followed through by turning myself around so that my front was against the blankets. "I'm not going to be soft like that idiot Kugrin just because you're younger than the others." I said nothing while she continued to monologue, "I can tell that when I'm done with you, you're going to be crawling to my feet." I thought that the idea of me wanting more rape was stupid, but I dare didn't say anything to offend her.

Vetra climbed on top of the bed and sat on her knees, but with my lower legs beneath her. I felt her scaled hands grab both of my asscheeks, gently caressing them while almost scratching me with her sleek claws. My body tingled in repulse, but I closed my eyes and thought about the few good times I had to help me get through. Vetra then placed one hand in between both of my cheeks and spread them apart. I stopped breathing and prepared for pain. With her finger, she wiped around my asshole, then tried to put her nail inside. It hurt, but only because I was clenching, so I relaxed and it went in. "Good boy." The Mistress said while sliding it in a little deeper, then pulling it back out. I was afraid that her nails were too sharp and that my prostate would tear because of that, but thankfully, I was fine.

The hand that was on my ass moved and slid under my neck, the Mistress pulled my head up and said, "Open wide." I hesitantly opened my mouth and the finger with the nail that was in my ass went in. I almost gagged out of disgust when I tasted the remnants of Kugrin's cock on her finger, but managed to endure. After a few more seconds of running her finger and nail inside of my mouth, she removed it from my mouth and put it back against my ass, but spreading my cheeks with both hands this time. Vetra bent down until her face was pressing against my ass, her snout was just a millimeter above my prostate. I shuddered when I felt her smooth tongue run against my anus, then push inside with a little force. It felt weird having an organ move inside of me, moving up and down, side to side, just an inch or two inside of me.

I did have to admit, it did not feel as bad as I thought it would. If I were to make a scale of the things that had been done to me, this would be tolerable. "Please, no." I mumbled, realizing that my body was enjoying it although my mind did not. I heard her chuckle as she continued to give me a rimjob, then move her tongue even deeper.

It seemed the further she went, the better it felt. My mental discipline was greater than the average person's, but it seemed my own cock had a mind of it's own. I felt it jerk for a second, proof of my body's betrayal. Vetra took notice and dove even deeper. This time, my mind could not deny it. Having someone inside of me felt good. Vetra had won, but it seemed she had cheated. When her tongue ran against a certain spot inside of me, my penis would stiff up for half a second and would send rushes of unintended pleasure to the rest of my body. It was sickening to even think that I would get hard off of pure molestation, but it felt right to enjoy it whenever I could.

The Mistress removed her tongue from my ass after a few more seconds of teasing. I relaxed myself and my cock very slowly started to stop growing. I stopped gripping the sheets as I lied down and insulted myself for finding enjoyment from forced sex. "Want more?" She asked while raising herself back up, "No." I shortly answered. Vetra sighed in disappointment, she was trying to warp my mind to submit to her, it seemed that she already had the skill to control my small and young body.

Vetra stood back up and went back to the rack of toys, taking one small item then returning to the same position with her on top of my popliteal area. She spread me apart again with one hand, then inserted what felt like a very small metal ball into me that could fit even if I clenched, then another one went in, then another. It felt like it was growing in size each time, and finally, when I felt her knuckle touch my bare ass, I started to feel the width of the balls inside of me, but only felt uncomfortable.

A moan of surprise and undesired pleasure escaped my lips when she tugged a few of them out. It felt infinitely times better when she pulled them out, and my penis hardened for a moment again. The Mistress pushed all the beads back in before pulling them out again. I stifled my moan that time, since I knew how it would have felt. I could not, however, hide the fact that my dick was enjoying it. She repeated the action, once, twice, and a few more times until it was no longer deniable that I enjoyed it. I was a hormonal teen. Vetra was very attractive for an argonian, and she knew what buttons to press to get me aroused. "Looks like I've got you." She cooed, slowly grasping my cock with her scaly hands. My penis stiffened further at her soft, yet firm touch. With her other hand, she grabbed the strapon and attached it to her pelvic region with her single hand. "Don't do this." I asked of her, to which she simply and seductively shushed me. "Don't fight." She asked, or maybe warned, "I want you to enjoy this." I couldn't imagine how in oblivion could I enjoy it, but some things are better felt than thought.

The Mistress grabbed my left leg with her left hand and moved it away from the other, then pulled herself closer. She then let go of my erect shaft, and aimed her small stone dildo towards my rear end.

The dildo was perhaps one of the smallest that was on the display on the shelf. It was, by estimate, five inches long and an inch wide. It was made from smooth stone that was polished, almost like a stone that lied at the bottom of a river, it's roughness eroded by the current of nature. It was covered in convex and smooth dots all of the same size and neatly aligned. No doubt it was made to cause pleasure to those sensitive enough to feel it, which indubitably was me. I was determined to not let it.

I felt the cold stone press against my prostate, "Ease up." she told me. I bit my lip and prepared myself, but did not relax at all, in fact I was even more tense. I felt my asshole slowly give away, opening very slowly. The argonian's saliva assisted and minimally lubricated me. I suddenly felt my asshole open slightly, nowhere near the inch it needed to but it was a start. Vetra took advantage of that and pushed more forcefully. My taut ass stretched opened and the pain from the foreign feeling made me whimper. Although she could not feel what the dildo was feeling Vetra said, "Fuck, little boys are tight, aren't you?" I didn't respond, just continued grimacing. Vetra then suddenly pushed harder, to which I yelped in pain. "Need I repeat myself? Answer me." I quickly nodded yes, not knowing what answer she wanted. She stopped shoving after my response, but only because my asshole had somehow opened up enough to be able to fit in the one inch girth. The dildo was stopped abruptly at the first wave of bumps.

Vetra returned her hand to my juvenile cock, which had managed to stay almost as erect as before, then continued trying to fit in more of her strapon into me. "Don't be a sissy. Relax yourself, bitch." I wondered if she was right, maybe relaxing could make this go a lot easier, but that would be what she wanted. I was a slave for all my life, and it was my duty to serve others. I thought about the time when I was able to join in one a game of blackjack with my previous masters, it was a fun night. I could feel the tension drizzling away.

It didn't do much, but it did make it easier to get over the first set of humps. She continued pushing it deeper into me, and I felt the skin on my ass stick to it as it probed. In truth, it did not hurt much at all, but it was a new experience that was unprecedented and unwanted. Vetra started pushing in harder, she was growing impatient. I clenched my shut eyes harder and continued insulting how disgusting sex was.

The slight pain was only around my anal ring, it felt odd and uncomfortable. I thought that the only way someone could find true pleasure was psychologically. The spot inside of my anus did in fact stimulated my penis, but only during certain actions. It was a cheap way to make me enjoy it the slightest bit.

I got over the second row of humps. A good one and a half inches deep most likely. She stopped for a moment and spat right between my crotch and prostate. I felt her saliva run down to the dildo to provide further lubricant, but then she muttered, "Fuck. I might have to get the lube." She stopped playing nice and pushed harder, and it hurt. "Please, I'll tear!" I pleaded while spreading my ass apart, hoping that would prevent any damage.

It went in fast, relatively speaking. I gritted my teeth and almost started to cry, and when it was around halfway in, she stopped. "Fucking shit. This is why I don't go first." Vetra stopped pushing and pulled back. I exhaled in relief as the strapon quickly exited me. As Vetra got off the bed to search for lubricant, I reached around and examined my asshole. It was wet, but not with blood. I felt relieved but only for a brief moment.

"Found it." Vetra exclaimed. She had been searching through the dresser for a small glass bottle, filled with a viscous fluid. She applied a modest amount to her hands and spread it across her palm, then rubbed the shaft of the strapon back and forth until it was decently lubricated.

The Mistress smiled a bit when she saw me preparing myself by spreading apart my asscheeks. It was not because I wanted to take the strapon, but obviously because I knew it would hurt otherwise. "Good boy." She said slyly. Vetra sat on the bed again, gently caressing my asscheek from under me, as if it were recompense for my suffering. She swiped her hand across my crack, smearing lubricant where it was needed. Then she slid in one finger down the knuckle, I was shocked that it took almost no effort at all from either of us. "Maybe this won't be so bad after all." I thought to myself to alleviate my worry. "Now let's see we can work this." She said to me while removing her finger from my ass and wrapping her hand around my cock again.

Vetra pushed in her dildo into me again. It went in like it was nothing, and frankly didn't hurt at all. I relaxed as she easily pushed in the entire length into me. "Aa-ah." I gasped when she pulled her hips back. I had forgotten that it had the bumps for pleasure because it went in like a smooth rod. "Looks like the little whore's liking it." My small cock stiffened in her grasp, and she started rubbing it up and down, all while she started to slowly thrust the strapon in and out of me.

I tried not to make any noise, but my penis was proof of my high arousal. Vetra moved faster as my anus grew accustomed to having a dildo up my ass. Inevitably, it felt better the quicker she moved. My inexperienced dick was getting close, I had never felt anything like this before. She picked up her pace, faster and faster until the clapping sound of her thighs hitting my ass could be heard outside of this room. "Oh, gods!" I exclaimed as cum suddenly oozed out from my penis.

It was my first time. It was a feeling like no other, one of much needed release that washed away sexual adrenaline. It felt good.

Vetra slowed her movements as her rutting came to a stop. She milked out a little more from my cock by rubbing her thumb against my foreskin, leading me to shudder. Then Vetra pulled up, collecting my semen in her hand. Surprisingly, she cleaned it off her hand with her tongue, trapping my fluids in her snout. I had no vague idea why she would want to do that, it came out the same hole as piss, so I thought it would taste like piss. She then lunged forward and leaned over me, holding herself steady with her two hands pressed against the bedroom sheets. The Mistress closed the distance between my face and hers, and her intent struck me right then. Her hand reached under my head and pulled my mouth to hers. I opened my mouth to accept her kiss, and our lips (Argonians don't have lips but you get the idea) embraced. Her tongue came to give a gracious gift, my own cum. I accepted it, but because it was my duty as a slave to do so.

It did not taste at all as I expected it, but as I later learned, my own tasted differently from others. My semen was rather sweet, a sign of good diet and health. It melted in my mouth, but there was a bitterness to it, and paired with the salt, it let an undesirable aftertaste.

After parting lips, Vetra commented, "First time I've tasted someone sweet." I did not know if she liked the sweetness or not, there was no satisfied or disgusted look on her face. I took it that she did not care and was merely just stating so.

The Mistress sat upright and stepped of the bed. She returned to the wall of deviance and selected a few more toys, while returning the strap and the small dildo to its place. I took a glance at what was in her hands: a few small metal balls, a strange clamp, and a glass plug. The clamp worried me, it was certainly did not look safe, but I had to comply with whatever the Mistress wanted.

Thus far, it was maybe half as bad as a beating, but not close to as painful. It was more emotionally damaging, however. To think I'd have had my first kiss, ejaculation, rape, and sexual encounter in one small room, with one woman I'd never seen, and all in within a few minutes was disappointing, but so was the life that I was forced into.

"Let's play a little game of pretend." The Mistress said while setting the toys on the bed beside her. "Get on your knees." She ordered, and I obeyed. I turned myself around and raised my rear end up.

Unlike traditional clamps, this one had three sides instead of two. It was thinner than the dildo, but it could open itself to be much, much wider. It also had an additional three inches to its length. She inserted it cleanly. It's sides were a bit sharp, but that perturbed me more than hurt. It's full length went inside without much effort, and I could feel the cold metal deep inside of me.

"We'll play playing a nice game of mama chaurus." She said, while twisting a knob attached to the backside of the speculum. I felt the metal plates start pushing outward, stretching every part of my anus equally. The taut feeling of being opened caused a minor burning feeling as my anus gaped past the one inch diameter I was used to. Vetra stopped and took a ball, measuring the opening of my anus to the metal ball, then deciding that I needed to be opened further. She turned the miniature crank and I started to grip the sheet of the blanket and tried to cope with the pain. The sharp edges dug into my sensitive insides, and I prayed to the gods that it wasn't cutting my asshole apart.

Vetra finally stopped the crank, and said, "I'll be the mama chaurus. I'll give the eggs a nice place to grow." She began popping the small, smooth, metal balls into me. It would get stuck somewhere, but then get pushed deeper inside by another ball. I counted twelve total before she ran out and continued, "You'll be the host. Take care of them until they're ready." The Mistress grabbed on to the speculum's handle and slid it out slowly. I whimpered from the sharp edges almost shredding me apart. Finally, the 8 inches came out and I quickly reached back to make sure I wasn't bleeding again. No blood, I was lucky. "We can't have you laying them too early, or my babies can't survive." She took the glass butt plug and spit on it, then pressed it against my prostate, twisting and turning it until it eventually shoved itself in.

The smooth glass bulb gave me a feeling of fullness in my p-spot. It stimulated it similarly to when Vetra pressed her finger against it, but it effected a much wider area. The "eggs" were someplace else. I felt them in too many places to pinpoint where exactly each one was, but a couple of them were deeper than the 8 inches the speculum permitted.

"My children can't survive off of you if you're not eating. I've got plenty to eat right here." Vetra started to pull off her black leather leggings, and revealed her nectar to me. She tossed her leggings aside and climbed onto me, sliding herself up until she was right above my face. I could smell her lust from her vagina, it was an intoxicating aroma. "Eat until you're tired. Carrying eggs is very draining." She informed me before lowering her labia onto my mouth.

For a moment, I did nothing. I had no idea what to do, but my shock washed away and I parted my mouth and let my tongue escape. Her vulva was free of scales and very soft. There was a wetness to it, and a slightly salty taste, but there was a hint of sweetness. "Eat up." She said while rocking back and forth. Her soft moans and the plug caused an aching erection. Vetra had wrapped the tip of her tail around my member and rocking it back and forth, further intensifying the aching. My moans were muffled by her vagina, which seemed to be almost endless in her juices.

I was having trouble breathing due to her crotch being on my mouth and her pelvic region restricting airflow through my nose. It was suffocating, but I didn't mind. Vetra started to rub the front of her clit, gaining as much pleasure as she could. I put my tongue further into her to try to please her because her moans pleased me. She stopped the movement of her tail and solely focused on herself, and I learned something new that day. A small flood erupted from her vagina and splattered against me. Vetra's legs shook and she was screamed in pure bliss. I turned my head to the side and coughed since some of her female cum went into my windpipes. Vetra rolled off of me and panted, "I hope you're not full."

After I finished coughing, I wiped my face into the blankets. The Mistress sandwiched my dick in between her two rough scaly feet and rubbed them back and forth. The sensitivity of my penis caused me to wince and breath erratically. It felt painful but the familiar feeling of a much needed release was stronger, and I could tell I was close to a second ejaculation. My spine tingled and I shivered as semen oozed out and dribbled onto her right foot. Vetra milked out whatever she could and I moaned as another small spurt erupted.

"Eat up. I want it cleaned." Vetra said while turning her legs towards my head. She moved her right foot to my face, and I took a hold of her ankle and hesitantly licked the side of her foot where my cum was about to roll off. "Good boy." She cooed, "My babies will be healthy." I rotated my head so that I could clean in between her toes. My semen was in all sorts of places, and I unfortunately had to clean underneath her foot, where dirt and grime also resided.

Once her foot was clean of my cum, Vetra remarked, "I think my eggs are ready to hatch! Squat down for me, slave." I followed my orders and squatted over the bed. She reached under me and twisted the plug, pulling it slowly until my asshole got over the widest point and the plug popped out. One of the metal balls took the place of the plug and rested in my anal cavities. "Push, slave. You have my babies to birth." I pushed and it felt similar to shitting, but the metal ball would not come out. I could feel my prostate protruding as I pushed harder, but the diameter was too large for my asshole to go over without help. "You don't want chaurus babies to hatch inside of you, keep pushing bitch." I reached down around my asshole and pressed my anal ring all while pushing. That did the trick. My asshole opened up enough to plop the ball out. It dropped onto the blanket and another ball took its place. I did the same thing again, and it went out with ease. I could feel the anal balls sliding downwards as I laid out four more. It got much easier the more I did it. "No hands this time." She swiped one of my hands away from my ass. I moved my other hand away and then pushed just like I did the first time. I felt my asshole start sticking out again as the ball made an appearance, I pushed harder and eventually, the ball dropped out of me and onto the blanket. I did the same with the second, third, fourth, and so on until the last one. By the end, I was a ball shitting professional.

"Good job." She complimented, taking the twelve metal balls and placing them in a bag to clean later. "I think we're done. Get up." I was tired and when I stood up, I was a bit wobbly but regained my balance. Vetra put her garments back on, then she unlocked the door and led me outside. She placed the bag on the bar counter as we walked back into the slaves room. "How'd it go?" The nord asked her as we entered the resting area. "He cracked, like most of them." He sneered and said, "No, how'd it go for you." Vetra hissed and said, "Shut it before you find a blade in your gut." He laughed and said, "We all heard you darling. Been a while though. I take it you've gotten a liking to this one." She stuck her middle finger in defiance, then pushed me down to the floor where all the other slaves were asleep on piles of hay. "Rest slave. You have work to do at night." I couldn't tell what time of day it was but I assumed they would wake me up when it was time. I found an empty spot in between all the sleeping slaves, and lied down there, eventually falling asleep.