My docile slave is desperately crawling behind me as quickly as she physical can; however, my stride is unyielding and long, so I feel the leash in my hands tighten around her throat and cut off her air more than once. I'd intended on taking the woman to my office in order to see if I have any mail or important scrolls, but I'm taking the long way to my office by going almost completely around the embassy. I even manage to find a decent excuse to go outside at one point during the walk. The slave is forced to struggle and push her way through snow that's up to her shoulders. It's almost comical watching the bitch struggle to keep her head above the rising tide of freezing slush.

A few nearby guards see us and begin jeering and heckling the slave. Mostly they just scream derogatory terms and how she's a fine little slave. Although, one takes the insult into deeper waters by starting to make sexual threats. I allow it for now, but make a mental note to keep an eye on those guards in question. I make a small stop over to one of them and whisper specific directions in their ear. Then, I resume my walk. The Khajiit attempts to 'jump' through the snow to speed up her progress, but I'm forced to slow down my speed to prevent the woman from choking to death. I do, however, make sure to take her over a cleared gravel walkway as a secret punishment.

Her knees are hands are scratched and bleeding when I finally walk her back inside. I take mercy on the woman and finally going to my office. The Khajiit is shuddering and panting as she scuttles behind me. I'd intended on testing her reaction towards meaningless and painful tasks. She hasn't disappointed me. The slave knew her place and never spoke out against me or tried to feel from my side. She even managed to remain neutral and keep her cool when the guards started snickering and taunting her. I keep my slave's leash firmly in hand while shutting my door behind me. I give her a simple command while retaining a hold of her leash.

"Sit.". She scans the room and her gave drifts to the chairs in front of my desk. Quickly, I correct her.

"On the floor beside my desk where I sit.". She doesn't make a noise or say anything, but she lies down on her side by my desk like an actual cat would. A smirk meets my lips and I drop her leash before sitting down in my chair. I start sorting through piles of papers, but one in particular catches my attention. It's 'Report of Sundas, 7th day of Heartfire 4E 201'. That date was the date of my party and, unsurprisingly, the day I got my new pet. I flip open the report and begin reading as quickly as I can.

1:00 pm-Invader enters embassy.

1:07 pm-Invader attacks guards, Invader slays guards, steals precious information regarding Esbern.

1:08 pm-Backup is sent in, fighting resumes.

1:20 pm-Guards are slain.

1:23 pm-Backup sent, fighting resumes.

1:25 pm-Invader subdued, information assumed destroyed in crossfire.

1:30 pm-Prisoner sorted, items taken.

1:45 pm-Prisoner contained in cell.

2:00 pm-Prisoner considered inactive.

I shut the report, turn to where I'm facing my pet, and ask a simple question.

"My report says that you stole information regarding the inactive blade going by the name of 'Esbern'. Why?". I see every muscle the woman has tense as she whispers her answer.

"That's just the information that Delphine told me to get for her. Please.". I have no idea why she's saying 'please', but her begging gets my heartbeat speeding up. I take pity on the bitch and calm her down.

"I don't see any possible reason for you to be lying. Delphine most likely left you in the dark because she knew you'd most likely get captured. She's a clever bitch with no regard for anyone else.". The Khajiit doesn't try to correct me. Instead, she just lies there and allows me to say whatever I want. That's good for me. She's finally starting to learn where she belongs. I turn back to my desk, file the report, and turn back to the Khajiit. Another command passes my lips.

"Sit.". She instantly pushes herself up into a sitting position with her legs crossed and eyes looking straight ahead. I open another report and start reading without giving my pet an explanation as to why she's sitting. A large part of me wants her to lie back down so I can punish her as cruelly as I like, but the woman's smart and continues sitting in the same position while I read the report in front of me. I don't give two shits what the report is about. Something about cows and gold and death. However, as I read I slowly reach out and begin lightly petting the Khajiit on the head. The woman tenses at my touch, but doesn't react in a violent manner or jerk away from me.

I need to keep the woman afraid of me and unsure of what I'll do, so she'll always be on edge around me. Treating her nicely is the key component of my plan. Train the woman in a similar fashion as the walk through the snow earlier, then treat her like a prized pet in order to confuse her. When I'm done reading the report I file it while I stop petting the Khajiit. Then, I pick up the next report and resume my petting. I keep the pattern going until I've read and filed all of the reports. Finally, I stand and grab her leash again. Once again, another simple command.

"Follow me. Don't speak. Don't rise.". She doesn't nod or say anything, but crawls right beside me as I lead her out of the room and back to my own (without going outside this time). When we're inside my room I lock the door and slide the key into my breast-bindings. Earlier, I'd given the guard in the courtyard orders to draw a bath in my room. Thankfully, she listened and a gigantic copper tub is filled with water in the corner of my room. The water will be freezing by now, but there's always a fire burning in my hearth due to diligent servants never wanting my room to be cold. They've learned a cold Elenwen is an unhappy one, and an unhappy Elenwen isn't good for anyone. I drop the Khajiit's leash and give her a command.

"Stay.". I go over and drop some rocks into the fire. I have a small pile beside the hearth for baths, so I was fortunate in that regard. Now when I'm done eating I'll have some hot rocks to put into the water. I turn towards the table in the corner of my room and smile. A meal of sandwiches and slices of ham is waiting for me. I make my way over and seat myself down before giving my pet a little freedom.

"You may explore my room as you see fit. Just don't open any drawers, get onto two legs, or climb onto my bed.". The Khajiit cautiously beings walking around my room with her leash dragging behind her. I enjoy my brunch and watch the woman examine everything she possibly can. At this point I'm not sure if she's looking for an escape route or trying to find something in particular. Either way, I'm sure it won't matter that much. I finish off my sandwiches and decide to have some fun. I whistle to get my slave's attention.


Dovahkiin POV:

I have my head stuck underneath Elenwen's bed when she whistles. I suck in a deep breath and inwardly groan, but crawl over to her as quickly as I can. My cut hands and bloody knees scream in agony as I do. When I'm close enough to her the Altmer tells me another command.

"Sit.". I fall onto my ass and sit with my legs crossed beside Elelnwen. I know what she's going to do by now; however, I still find myself tensing up when the elf begins petting my head. I guess that being petted is better than being tortured like I was the first night here, but the petting still makes me uneasy. Although, I'll admit this petting is better than being forced to crawl to her office again. Having to go through that was a torture in its own right. The only comforting though I have is that I've been through worse. I reluctantly allow my mind to wander as Elenwen pets me. Then, I tense as she begins pushing my hair to the side. My captor gives my neck long, slow strokes while ignoring the collar tied around it.

Elenwen begins to softly hum while stroking me. A small plate is forced into my lap by the elf's free hand. The food on the plate is truly Elenwen's scraps, but it's still a meal in my book. I quickly reach out and snatch a chunk of ham off of the plate before chewing it like a starved wolf. My empty stomach grumbles in relief and my muscles relax against my will. While I eat Elenwen keeps stroking my neck like I'm an actual cat.

Eventually, she begins lightly running her fingers up and down my spine. I start struggling to breathe in ragged gasp as my pulse accelerates, but I don't dare move a single muscle. Moving would mean punishment. Instead, I focus on eating the food Elenwen didn't want. When the last scrap is down my gullet Elenwen runs her fingers down my spine slowly one last time, then removes her hand. The Altmer stands and gives another command.

"Stay.". I, smartly, remain where I am and watch what the woman does. Elenwen moves over to the fire, scoops some hot rocks up into a bucket, and goes over to the tub to place the rocks inside it. The elf waits a moment before checking the water, then giving me a command.

"Come here.". I cautiously crawl over to the woman. Her eyes are piercing into me and watching every single little move I do. I suppose now I know what it feels like to be a rabbit that's being watched by a hawk that hasn't quite struck yet. Elenwen waits until I'm at her feet before talking to me.

"Stand up and get naked.". I feel my heart briefly stop in my chest and I can't stop myself from whispering an obvious question.

"Naked?". Elenwen groans and repeats herself.

"Yes. Stand up and remove all of your clothing. Naked. I need to clean your disgusting hide and pelt, but I can't do that with your clothes on.". When I still hesitate Elenwen gives me some minor encouragement.

"Don't make my punish you again.". I quickly stand up. I start to undo my prisoner's pants and push them to the side as I stand. My knees cry out in pain, but hold my weight. I step out of my ragged trousers and undergarments and toss them in a pile. Now all I do is take off my breast-bindings to add them to my pile of clothes. Elenwen is impatiently tapping her foot while glaring daggers at me. My captor points to the tub and gives me a hisses command.

"Get. In.". I cautiously/nervously walk to the edge of the tub to look in at the water, but hesitate when it comes to getting in due to the fact I'm afraid. My fear is quickly conquered when Elenwen puts her hands against my back before pushing me into the tub.


Elenwen POV:

The woman screams in terror as she falls into the water, but I consider it worth it. I couldn't stand another moment of watching the woman look into the water like a slaughterfish was in the tub waiting for her. The Khajiit splutters, splashes, and flips around in the tub. Most likely she's afraid of the hot rocks I put in earlier. I sneer and roll my eyes at the woman's reaction. There's a small pocket in the tub that holds the rocks by using a sliding metal door to separate the rocks from the bather, so the water's warmed and the rocks can't hurt the occupant of the bath. I allow the woman her little dramatic flail before she settles down and sits up like a normal person. Finally, I can give her some explanation.

"The water would've been freezing by the time you got in by yourself, and I can't take the time to warm it back up again. I have responsibilities I need to fulfill.". I quickly add a small apology to the end to continue making her see me as a good person.

"Please, forgive me.". The woman easily nods while struggling to get her clinging, soaking silver hair off of her face. I let my pet sit in the water to get use to it, but I start searching for soap and I brush. I intend on cleaning her because I don't want my property looking shabby in front of my fellows. I find the supplies in a dresser drawer of mine and quickly take them over to the Khajiit. That's when I notice her collar is still on her. The woman is repeatedly dunking her head in the water to soak it, but she freezes when I place my hand on her shoulder. I undo the collar and toss it to the side with one motion. The woman begins rubbing her throat, and while she does that I wet down the bar of soap.

My pet tenses and begins breathing quicker as I scrub her hair. I inwardly sigh and roll my eyes. For her this is no doubt uncomfortable; psychologically taxing; and the woman probably assumes I'll do something sexual to her when I reach her breast and genitalia. The woman doesn't seem to comprehend that to me this is like giving a dog that rolled in shit a bath because you don't want them (or your furniture) to stink. I'm just going to bathe the woman, get her out of the tub, and dry her off. Nothing else in the slightest will occur. The sooner the Khajiit realizes she's an animal in my eyes is the sooner she becomes happy with our arrangement. I scrub the woman's head and shoulders, then when I'm done I tell her what to do.

"Dunk your head.". The prisoner does as I command, but she hesitates when I give her another command.

"Stand up.". She doesn't and I use another threat.

"I have a riding crop on the table for situations like this. Please, don't make me use it.". The Khajiit stands as quickly as she possibly can. Her long, grey pelt is plastered down to her bony body. I make a mental note to start feeding her more than scraps to get some meat back on her. I raise the woman's arms and begin scrubbing them. The Khajiit hisses in pain, but I ignore her. I continue scrubbing her entire body as roughly as I can until it's covered in suds and her pelt is sticking up from where I've rubbed her. I motion towards the water.

"Down.". My pet slides down as quickly as she can into the still-warm water. I shake my hands and arms to free them from the suds, then grab my pet's right foot. She yelps in pain as I yank her around to where her head and body from the hips downwards are the only parts of her above the water. It's an extremely awkward sitting position that hurts her, but I (shockingly) don't care. The woman yelps again and starts kicking when I force her thighs apart. I give her a single warning.

"I have a whip, muzzle, and some shackles. Don't make me use them, or I'll be forced to make you sorry that you were ever even born.". The woman smartly stops fighting and relaxes the muscles in her neck. Now her head is resting against the side of the tub. I begin scrubbing the areas of her legs that were in the water to where I couldn't reach them, then pull the cat closer to start cleaning her intimate parts. The dumb bitch hadn't cleaned herself off after the whore was done with her, or she tried and did a terrible job.

Now her own arousal, his seed, and both of their sweat have dried into a hard, disgusting mixture on the fur around her cunt. The rancid stench of it hits my nose as I'm forced to scrub it off of her pelt. The things I do to keep my pets healthy. The woman starts kicking after I've rubbed her for about a minute, so I calmly pick up my whip and hit her stomach in one motion. The woman lets out a single last yelp of fear before allowing me to clean her as hard as I want. When the woman's genitalia is finally cleaned off I pat her leg and tell her what to do.

"Stand up.". Quickly, she complies with my order. I find three towels in a dresser drawer and place them on top of one another beside the tub. I offer the woman a hand while motioning with my other hand at the towels on the floor.

"Stand.". She uses my hand and gets out. Now she's just standing there shivering while covering her tiny tits with her arms. I find a fourth towel and tell her what to do again.

"Raise your arms.". She raises her arms and I begin drying her. I pretend not to notice it when my slave whimpers in pain when I dry her breasts. From what I've seen and what the whore told me, I can guess her tits are extremely sensitive to any kind of sensation. I make a mental note of that for the next time I'm punishing or torturing her. When the woman's dried her fur if fluffed and ridiculous looking, but it's fine by me. I toss the wet towel in the tub and tell her what to do for a third time.

"Sit on the floor.". She steps off of the wet towel and plants her ass solidly on the floor with her legs crosses while waiting for my next command. I find a brush and throw it at her.

"Brush yourself.". While she tames her pelt I go around the room and look for some clothes for her to wear. I don't want to have my fellows seeing my pet in a broken bra and filthy pants. I'm a little bigger and taller than the woman, but she can wear a pair of my undergarments and breast-bindings. If it's terribly bad, then I can always pin the garments to a smaller size. I manage to dig a pair of clean, threadbare trousers out of my 'old' dresser drawer.

Technically, it's the drawer that holds old clothes from when I was a child. I keep the clothes in case I get sick and start shitting my guts out. I'd prefer her have a better pair, but it'll have to do since that's the only thing that'll fit her. I consider giving my pet a shirt, but her pelt makes her upper body decent enough. I give the woman her clothing. As I hand it over I notice her pelt is smoothed and silky like when she first entered the embassy. I tell her what to do as she takes the clothes.

"Dress. Quickly.". She begins dressing quicker than physically possible, then stands as still as a statue once she's done. I slightly adjust the woman's bra so her tits are higher and pushes out more. Then, I move her hair to the side while grabbing the muzzle from the table beside me. I hear the woman gasp in shock as I put it over her face, but she doesn't fight me or speak out. When I've secured the muzzle on her I grab the shackles beside where the muzzle was, then I move until I'm standing in front of her and speak.

"Hands out.". When she presents me her hands I shackle them together, but I leave her feet unchained so she'll be able to walk easier. I let the chain have enough slack that she can use her hands in case she falls or if I demand her to hand me something, but not enough slack that she can use the chain to strangle me. When that's done I smooth out her pelt. I pay special attention to her tail when I reach it. The final touch is ruffling the woman's hair so it looks like a lion's mane is sprouting from her skull. Beautiful. Her vibrant green eyes blink in confusion as I put her collar and leash on her. I tug on her lead and snarl a command at her.

"Come.". I begin walking. The woman falls onto her hands a knees before following me. A smile splits my face. She's done amazingly so far, but now it's time for a real test.


Malborn POV:

I'm struggling to breathe and sweating a river when I finally climb the last hill in my way. Solitude is towering before me like a beckoning beacon of hope. I escaped the embassy as quickly as I could, but I got lost in the woods. Hence, why it took me days to make a few hour's trip. Honestly, it's a miracle I wasn't killed by any of the bears, wolves, or bandits that prowl the wilds around Solitude. I can't even imagine how anyone could find it in their heart to be an adventurer when death is around every corner. But that's not what's important at the moment. The documents wrapped tightly in a lambskin bag shoved into my shirt are why I came to Solitude.

My cover is most likely blown; although, when I last saw the Khajiit she was being swarmed by ten heavily-armed and heavily-armored Altmer guards. That means that she definitely got the worst end of the deal, but I'm still fleeing to Morrowing the second I give Delphine the documents the Khajiit gave to me. I'll also have to send Delphine a letter along with the documents to explain why she'll never see the Khajiit ever again. I suck in a deep breath before resuming my frantic run to Solitude. Many guards and citizens look oddly at me, but I ignore them and find the nearest courier's station. I write the letter, package it inside the lambskin with the documents, and hand it to the courier.

"Where to?". He smiles at me as he puts the documents in his own shirt. I give him specific directions to Riverwood, then watch the young boy bound away. If he isn't killed by some random 'adventurer', then he should be fine. Couriers generally know the dangerous areas of Skyrim and how to avoid them. Still, I find myself praying for the first time in my life as the man leaves Solitude. I pray that the Khajiit's death wasn't in vain.