I roughly rub my eyes as I slowly wake up. However, one of my arms is trapped underneath the salve still clutching to me. I recall what happened last night and a smile spreads across my face. Hopefully, my slave has finally learned her place. If she hasn't, then I'd love nothing more than to see her head buried between my thighs. I stretch while freeing my arm and standing up. My bitch keeps sleeping as I get up. My slave had a lot to drink last night before I raped her, so I'm assuming she'll stay asleep for quite a while. Someone knocks on my door while I'm peeling back my curtains to allow the light to shine into my room. The knocking goes away before I can reach the door so I shrug and assume it was someone just coming to know if I'm still alive and well. I walk over to the door and open it.
Nobody is there, but a small package is resting on the ground right outside my door. I take the package in one hand, shut and lock my door, and open the box. I scoff and shake my head when I realize it's my slave's few belongings she had on her when she was captured. It's Rulindil's job to sort through prisoners' belongings and decide if they're too dangerous to return when (mostly if) they're release, so he must have been responsible for the package arriving. I suppose I could always give the bitch's belongings back to her one at a time as rewards for good behavior and obeying me. I sort through the items, but stop when anger washes over me at the sight of the prisoner's Amulet of Talos lying at the bottom of the box.
She also has an Amulet of Akatosh and an Amulet of Arkay along with the Talos one, but she was wearing the Talos Amulet when she was captured by my guards. Yet another ignorant soul who worships yet another false god. I quickly hide all of her items excluding the Amulet of Talos, then go about cleaning up my room. I don't bother dressing throughout the entire process. My slave was drunk last night when I raped her, so she couldn't get the full effect of what I did to her. The whore is actually beginning to wake up. She slowly stretches and sits up on my bed. Groggily, she peels open her eyes, but groans quickly and closes them again. I walk over to her, lightly push her onto her back, and lie down beside her in a slightly recline position. I snicker at the slave's cringing and mock her.
"Problems?". Instantly, she tenses up and looks over at me with wide eyes. Confusion is evident on her face. I expect my bitch to scream and try to flee from me, but she simply keeps lying there beside me and attempts to gauge my reaction. I smile at her, chuckle deep in my throat, and give her a small amount of mercy.
"Don't worry, you were taught your lesson last night. You attempted to escape from me, and you were punished accordingly. The only reason I'll have to do that again is if you horribly disobey me or try once again to free yourself. Don't worry, though. I'll be gentler next time I have to.". She relaxes a little, but still seems t be wary of me. I already know what's most likely going through her mind right now. She's attempting to flip the situation so that she's to blame for what happened.
She doesn't want to accept that I'm truly evil because she's completely and utterly at my mercy. It's easier on the mind to have been capture by a good person that's forced to do bad things to you rather than an evil person who just doesn't care about what you do. She wants to make it seem like I only punish her when she's done something extremely bad, so in a way she stays in some sort of control regarding her life. It's only an extremely small amount of control, but it's still control. I reach out to her, push the slave's mane back behind her ear, and whisper to her.
"But we have another problem going on.". I hid the Amulet of Talos beneath the covers before the talk, but now I quickly reveal it to her. I dangle the amulet between our faces, my slave going cross-eyed to get a proper look at it. When she realizes what it is her eyes widen to an obscene level, her ears flatten to her skull, and I can her hear gulp in terror. A smirk spreads across my face, I lean in, and ask a threatening question.
"What is this?". She lets out a small, pathetic chuckle and squeaks her answer.
"An Amulet of Talos.". I nod and snarl at her.
"A good observation. Now, why were you wearing this when you were captured by my guards?". She blinks and nervously tries to get herself out of the corner.
"It was a gift that Delphine got me.". It probably was since that sounds likely, but I still whisper my threat to her.
"I don't believe you, you little lying slut. Are you aware that it is illegal to worship Talos in the Empire? That only filthy rebels worship a fake god? They you're inside Empire territory?". She frantically nods after each question I ask, and I can practically taste and feel her nervousness growing with each word. I calmly explain the situation to her.
"I don't give a rat's furry ass if you worshiped Talor or not while you were still free, but now you're all mine. And, no pet of mine shall worship a fake god. What would my fellows think of me? Do you understand?". She quickly nods, but I keep up the pressure.
"There will still need to be punishment for what you've done.". She doesn't have any time to react as I grab her wrists abd tie both of them to the bedpost. I left the ropes from last night attached to the bed, so it's an easy and simple matter to retire my slave. She instantly begins fighting and crying as I prepare her entrance. Already, I'm planning on claiming her cunt with my fingers. I'll stick her head between my thighs and force her to lick me later, right now I just want to feel her flailing desperately beneath me. As I enter her, I hear the slave whisper something.
"Be kind and generous to the people of Tamriel. Protect the weak, heal the sick, and give to the needy.". Stendarr's commandment from The Ten Commands of the Nine Divines. Adorable, my bitch thinks that the gods will descend from the heavens to save her. The sooner my whore realizes that the Eight are deaf and blind the better. I roughly enter her and speed up the motion of my fingers to an obscene speed. My slave is still fighting and crying out as she keeps talking.
"Live soberly and peacefully. Honor your parents, and preserve the peace and security of home and family.". I nearly burst into a fit of laughter. Mara! She thinks that the god of love will save her from being raped, just because she's screaming some commandment written down years before my slave's ancestors were even considered more than food and clothing. I lean down and use my blunt teeth to roughly chomp on her pebbled nipple. I moan as the taste of coppery blood fills my mouth. She screams the next commandment.
"Be strong for war. Be bold against enemies and evil, and defend the people of Tamriel.". I freeze for a second. Talos. I'm raping her for having an Amulet of Talos, so she thinks it would be wise to scream Talo's commandment. I slowly pop my fingers out of my bitch, then grab the Amulet of Talos. She looks almost relieved to be free, but her face drops when I warm the metal up with my flame spell. Warm enough to heat it up to where it'll burn her flesh, but not hot enough that it'll melt.
My slave begins crying and begging me to stop, but I ignore her and continue warming the amulet. As it warms, I use my other hand to rip out a small area of the Khajiit's fur from her right hip until her grey skin is revealed beneath her likewise grey pelt. The whore screams and cries the entire time I'm preparing her to be branded. When there's enough clear skin to work with, I tell the woman something important.
"Talos was just a man and not a god. You will learn. Quickly. Repeat after me, 'Talos was just a man and not a god.'.". She quickly repeats what I said word for word after me, but I still bring the burning metal to her revealed flesh. She screams in agony and fights as the burning amulet sears into her flesh and marks her as mine. Now she'll know her mistake, and be reminded of it any time she looks at the burn marring her body.
When her skin is bright red, I take the metal away from it and toss it to the side. My flame spell protected my own fingers from the flames, so I don't have any burns on me. My slave's currently panting and has her eyes tightly closed. I hum a tune while stroking the skin around her burn and examining the mark of Talos standing out on her beautiful, pale flesh. It appears the woman's skin is light grey underneath her thick pelt. Not too surprising. When she's calmed down I explain it to her.
"You've learned the lesson you needed to learn, now I believe that it's time for your reward for learning.". She lets out a groan and tears roll from her eyes.
"Am I actually going to enjoy this reward?". I ignore her and laugh while reclaiming my position between the woman's thighs. As I resume where I left off, I mock the bitch.
"No, but I certainly will.". The woman once again begins desperately fighting, once again trying to get away from what I'm going to her right now. My bitch once again resumes babbling off commandments. Either to take her mind off it or to stop me or to pray, I honestly don't know.
"Honor the earth, its creatures, and the spirits, living and dead. Guard and tend the bounties of the mortal world, and do not profane the spirits of the dead.". Arkay. Dumb bitch.
"Work hard, and you will be rewarded. Spend wisely, and you will be comfortable. Never steal, or you will be punished.". Zenithar. Slut doesn't get it, does she?
"Use Nature's gifts wisely. Respect her power, and fear her fury.". Kynareth. I'm almost getting tired of this.
"Open your heart to the noble secrets of art and love. Treasure the gifts of friendship. Seek joy and inspiration in the mysteries of love.". Dibella. A vein in my neck twitches.
"Know the truth. Observe the law. When in doubt, seek wisdom from the wise.". Julianos. Fuck, she really likes praying.
"Serve and obey your Emperor. Study the Covenants. Worship the Eight, do your duty, and heed the commands of the saints and priests.". Akatosh. Is she almost broken? She finishes by saying a final line.
"The Eight say: Above all else, be good to one another.". My slave was either a heavily religious woman, or grew up in a heavily religious area when she was a child. Either way, I'll fix that in her soon enough. I can't keep a grin from crossing my face when I realize my slave changed 'The Nine' to 'The Eight'. She's actually a quick learner, apparently. She might be a good student, but the olive oil I use to fuck her is used up and I'm starting to just roughly scrape against her insides. She's quick to realize what I want from her, but apparently can't force herself to get wet for me. I'll fix that soon enough, but right now I just have to stop. I don't want to end up ripping or injuring my slave in any other way. While I untie her, I snarl in her ear.
"The Eight Divines have many commandments, but Molag Bal only has a single commandment. 'Kill those weaker than you and take whatever you want from those that can't stop you.'. The gods were blind and deaf to your suffering, but Molag Bal is no doubt smiling at me from some plane in Oblivion for the raping I just did. Now dress yourself. We have lunch with Rulindil and his own slave.". I quickly turn and begin to dress. A plan if forming in my mind.
