Dovahkiin POV:

I close my eyes as Urzoga climbs on top of me, using her body to block my legs. She grasps my ankles, pushing my legs up until they're near my ears. I curve my spine so it doesn't hurt as much, but the position is still uncomfortable. I even let out a sound of discomfort in hopes the Orc above me releases me, but it's no surprise when she continues what she's doing. The mercenary leans down to kiss me, her teeth gleaming in the dim torchlight. I suck my lips in and yank my head to the side, shaking my head in disgust. I'll fuck this woman all night if I have to, but kissing is far more intimate and personal than fucking.

Urzoga managed to get a kiss in near the beginning, but that was because I was too shocked to stop her. However, the woman is persistent and keeps trying to lock her lips with mine. I make a noise deep in my throat, continuing to refuse the woman. It takes a while, but my warden eventually gives up and pulls back. She brings her rough hands up to my tits, pushing the two lumps together. It's almost a cruel joke. The first person to touch my breast is a woman who hates me, and she'll also be the first person I have sex with. Bitterness, self-loathing, and anger well up inside of me. I disgust myself. I just licked another woman's cunt to get some of my possessions back, and now I'm allowing her to fuck me like I'm a common whore.

If the people I cared about could see me now, then they wouldn't want to speak to me ever again. Suddenly, I feel something rub against my cunt. I snap my eyes shut, refusing to look at the woman. The Orc above me attempts to work a finger inside of me, but I'm far too tense and dry. She sighs, then shimmies down my body. I feel her tongue lap at my cunt, and occasionally snake its way into my tight passage. It's a horrible feeling, and tears of shame burn beneath my eyelids. Is this what I've become? Little more than a whore waiting to be fucked so she can get her payment?

I suppose so, since I'm simply sitting back and allowing Urzoga to do what she wants. I feel the woman pull back, hear her gather her spit, and hear her launch a glob of saliva at my cunt. I feel her disgusting spit hit me, and realize what she's doing. She isn't the slightest bit concerned if I enjoy this, she just wants me wet enough to fuck. More tears burn beneath my lids, but I refuse to let them fall. I refuse to show weakness. When Urzoga is pleased with her work, she once again moves to be on top of me. She pushes my legs a little harder, then trails one hand down to my entrance. She cruelly shoves her index finger inside of me, but my hymen stays intact. Thank the gods, maybe she'll be appeased with simply having one of her fingers inside of me. Alas, no such luck.

She happily forces her middle and ring finger inside of me. She doesn't even allow me to become accustom to her digits, she simply starts trying to force her little finger to join the rest of her fingers. I keep my eyelids shut, but hiss, "No, too much.". Urzoga freezes and growls, "Okay. I'll just tell the Jarl how unruly you are. That'll get you another lifetime, if not more.". I whimper and snarl, "Fine! Damn you.". I feel my muscles refusing to stretch as my warden attempts to shove a fourth finger inside of me, but eventually she manages to shove it in. All I can do is whimper and keep my eyes closed, desperately trying to be anywhere but here.

The only kindness is that it's not hurting as bad as I anticipated, and I don't even feel my hymen being 'broken'. Wasn't it suppose to hurt? Wasn't I suppose to feel something? That's what I've always been told, but it doesn't appear to be true. All I feel is Urzoga's four fingers uncomfortably buried inside of me, her thumb roughly flicking the fleshy nub above my entrance. The Orc begins to remove her fingers, then once again sheathes her digits in my flesh. It takes quite a few times, but eventually my muscles become accustomed to the four fingers. I sigh a little in relief, then freeze up when Urzoga brings her other hand up to my breast. She begins fiddling with the flesh, grasping it and clawing at it when it pleases her.

I allow it, but groan in pain when she latches on to my nipple. She twist the flesh and yanks on it, making sure to hurt me. I can't take it, I try to get away. I attempt to lower my legs, but they bump into Urzoga's shoulders. The woman growls and roughly forces my legs back, continuing to mercilessly finger me. The Orc growls, "Open your eyes.". I shake my head, and the fingers inside me stop. Urzoga is about to threaten me for the third time, so I go ahead and open my eyes. Liquid runs down my cheeks and my vision is blurry, but eventually I'm able to see. I'm greeted by a grinning Urzoga, the woman still moving her fingers.

She cockily asks me, "You like that?". I curl my lips and answer, "Fuck you.". The Orc's fist connects with the side of my face, causing me to see white spots. I blink and shake my head, wondering when this torture will end. Urzoga suddenly grabs my hand, bringing it up to her tit. She curls my hand around the flesh and demands, "Squeeze.". I do as she says, but ask, "When will you go?". The woman laughs and answers, "When I feel your cunt spasm in pleasure, now shut the fuck up.". I close my mouth, still forced to look at the Orc as her fingers scrape away at my walls. Can I fake whatever she's talking about? Probably not, but I can try. I think for a moment about what I'll do, then put my plan into action.

I contract the muscles of my cunt, rapidly thrust my hips like I'm told whores do, drop my hand, and whimper in the back of my throat. Urzoga instantly laughs and tells me, "What a slut!". She suddenly removes her fingers. I whimper is 'disappointment', knowing that if I was really in pleasure the sudden emptiness would upset me. My warden smacks my side, standing up. I hiss is pain as I move my legs, my hips going pop as they're forced back into place. I tightly close my legs and roll onto my side, using my arms to cover my tits. I briefly remember when I was younger how I sucked one of my friend's tits, and how filthy I'd felt afterward. That's nothing compared to how I feel now. I just prostituted myself to the woman I despise, and for a few measly items.

Suddenly, two strong arms yank my head up. Urzoga's lips smash against mine, and she pops open my mouth to force her tongue inside. I don't even bother fighting back. This woman has had her fingers shoved up my cunt, what's the worst she can do to my mouth? When Urzoga is done she pulls back, growling, "I despise you. I loath you. I hope you die.". I close my eyes, the woman slapping me and snarling, "Look at me!". I slowly crack open my eyes, the woman smirking at me and saying, "Slut.". She rises, begins dressing, and tells me, "Expect your items back shortly.". She leaves and I once again curl up on myself, tears slowly leaking from my eyes. Is this how low I've sunk? Disgusting.


I'm awoken by my rusty gate being opened, but I don't bother moving. Someone clears their throat, and a masculine voice says, "Urzoga told me to give you a message.". I flip over, still hiding my nudity. The man looks awkward and shifts his feet as he says, "Urzoga claims you didn't do your job well enough. She says she'll be back tonight, and you'd better be ready.". I recognize the man as the one who pulled me from my cage, and the one who I can sense a bit of weakness in. He's done speaking, but still stands there and awkwardly looks at the ground. There's no way I'm fucking Urzoga again, and I need to find a way to get out of here. A sudden thought hits me, and I realize how I can. I slowly sit up, the look on the man's face a mix of concern and pleading.

He obviously wants me to stay down, but I force myself up. I rise, and feel my legs buckle beneath me. I drop to one knee, sliding until my elbows touch the ground. The man is at my side in an instant, unsure what to do. I manage to look up at him, tears of pain rolling down my face. I beg the man, "Please, I need to see the Jarl. I beg of you, at least mention I want an audience with him. I can feel how my heart beating, and it's all wrong. Please.". The man looks uncomfortable, but tells me, "I'll see what I can do.". He leaves in an instant, but not before he helps me to the bed. I curl back up, shaking from the cold. I might have lied a little about my heart, but what does it matter? I need to get out of here. Fast.


Jarl Igmund POV:

The stench of the mine weighs on me, but I ignore it as I listen to the Khajiit before me. She was naked when I arrived, but I gave her my cloak. The thick fur hide does nothing to help the woman whose pelt has been shaved away, and bruises mar her chalky skin. As she speaks I notice the fear in her eyes, and how she keeps glancing around the room. The cell has been stripped bare, even though this is supposedly the best cell in the jail. Somehow, I don't think it was always like this. It's clear to me Urzoga has gone against my wishes, and treated the Khajiit badly. The woman in question is one of my biggest supporters, and a casual friend. She saved me from execution, and put me back into power. Suddenly, the woman's story takes a dark turn.

She was telling me how everything was removed from her cell, but now she's talking about what happened when Urzoga came into her cell. It's a well-known fact the prisoner is still a maiden, and it's rather easy to tell if her story is fake. I calmly ask her to reveal her passage to me, and she surprisingly and easily agrees. That cast doubt on her tale, but her stretched hymen tells the truth. I'm well-aware the woman values her maidenhead, and wouldn't have stretched it to help her own story. Stretching is the same as breaking in many citizen's eyes, and the Khajiit is no longer considered a maiden. The woman sits up and I ask, "Is there anything else?". When she shakes her head I ask, "What exactly do you want me to do?".

She manages to look me in the eyes, the blue disks blurry. She begs me, "Please, arrest her.". I feel my heart throb in emotional pain as I tell her, "I can't. You willingly spread your legs, and you aren't a child.". I feel her beginning to breathe heavily, so I console her by saying, "I can charge her on assault, mistreatment of prisoners, and not following orders. It won't be exactly what you want, but I might be able to get her assigned to a different section of the mine. Would you like that?".

She nods and begs me, "Please.". I reach out and pat her fur covered shoulder, telling her, "Okay, I'll put out a warrant for her arrest.". I hear footsteps coming towards the cell, and I tell her, "Actually, I don't think that'll be necessary.". The door opens, Urzoga walking in with a rope in one hand and a whip in the other. The Orc freezes when she sees me. I rise, making sure to bring every ounce of royalty into my bearing. I make sure to boom, "What do you have to say for yourself?!".


Urzoga POV:

The whip and rope slip from my hands, panic filling my heart. I look at Prisoner Eight, the woman covering herself in a fur cloak. I quickly scan my mind, and say the one thing that could save my life, job, and freedom. "I want a trial.".