When I'm dressed I hand my slave some ragged trousers, breast bindings, and undergarments. She won't need a shirt or shoes, her pelt takes care of those. Rulindil is eating on a balcony, his Bosmer tied to his chair. The wood elf is heavily bruised, has a black eye, and whip marks are still bleeding on his back. Even now the man is attempting to escape, yanking on his leash. At least my slave isn't like that, I don't have the patience for that kind of behavior. Rulindil looks surprised to see me, but motions at the empty chair beside him in offering. I nod and sit down, telling my slave, "Sit.". She instantly slides to the floor beside me next to the struggling wood elf, nervously looking at the man. I take a chunk of cheese off Rulindil's plate and bite into it, my fellow rolling his eyes as I take his food.
I finish the cheese and ask him, "How goes the new slave?". The man in question is still trying to get away, almost hitting my Khajiit in the process. Rulindil groans at the question. He motions at the man and says, "Horrible, he doesn't respond to anything. And, he hasn't stopped trying to escape since I first got him!". He looks at my Khajiit sitting still as a statue and ask me, "How did you ever get your Khajiit to behave? She's a beast race, I thought she would be harder to train.". I hum and reach out, stroking my slave's pelt. I calmly tell her, "Stand.". She instantly rises, scooting away from the flailing man. I tell him, "You have a hard hand when it comes to punishment, but no finesse.". I motion at where the symbol of Talos is burned into her skin, a permanent reminder of her disobedience.
Rulindil sighs and says, "I've burned twenty x's into his lower back, but he still tries to escape.". I shrug and tell him, "Tell me what you've tried.". He scratches the stubble on his cheek and says, "Beating, branding, whipping, scourging, and strangling.". I examine the struggling man, his feet coming within inches of kicking my slave. I turn back to Rulindil and tell him, "Try sleep deprivation, disfigure him, sensory deprivation, rape him, break his bones, and rip out a few of his teeth.". The man is frozen in horror, my slave's eyes look ready to pop out of her head, and Rulindil looks impressed as he says, "I easily forget that you used to work as a torturer.". I smile, nod and tell him, "You're good at your job, but I've been doing it for years. What do you plan on doing to him?".
He looks at the man and says, "He's had enough sleep, he could use a little less teeth, and it's been a while since I've had someone in my bed.". The Bosmer instantly begins fighting again, kicking my slave in the leg. She flattens her ears, snarls, and hisses at the man. He instantly freezes, glares at my slave, and purposely kicks her again. I instantly snarl, "Rulindil!". He snarls back, "Elenwen!". The slave's have stopped fighting as they watch us. Rulindil says, "Your slave hissed at mine!". I scoff and tell him, "Your filthy Bosmer kicked my Khajiit!". He looks angry as he says, "Filthy? Your Khajiit reeks of sex and looks like she just rolled in mud.". The Bosmer slave snickers and tries to kick my Khajiit, missing her by a mile when she sidesteps out of his reach.
I calmly tell my slave, "Come here.". She quickly walks closer, the Bosmer continually attempting to kick her. I easily reach over and open her mouth, examining her remaining teeth. As I look at her sharp teeth I ask, "Can you use your feet for fighting? The claws I mean.". She nods as I feel the pointed ends of her teeth, deciding they're sharp enough. I nod and tell her, "If he kicks you again, then feel free to rip him to shreds. Now return to your sitting position.". She quickly follows my orders, but sits a decent distance from the kicking man. Rulindil sighs and says, "You can't be serious. He's just learning, give him a break! Your Khajiit has had a few days to get use to being enslaved.". I roll my eyes and tell him, "It's not my fault your slave can't listen, and mine is just intelligent enough to know not to go against my wishes.". Before Rulindil can respond a scream interrupts our conversation.
Dovahkiin POV:
The Bosmer screeches in fear as I leap on him, swinging at him with my fist. I don't have claws, but my hands are more muscular than most. My right fist connects with his stomach and my left fist hits his groin. My fellow slave purposely kicked me in the ass while I was sitting, probably assuming Rulindil would protect him. Rulindil isn't my master, and Elenwen told me to feel free to tear the man to shreds. When I first saw the man I pitied him because Rulindil seems like he would be less forgiving than Elenwen, but that quickly evaporated when he started kicking me. Rulindil is screaming as I bite the man's ear, shaking my head in my attempt to free it from his skull. The wood elf whimpers and cups his injured groin, my fist continuing to rain down on him.
I feel someone begin to yank on my tail, but I manage to twist my head and see that it's Rulindil. I ignore him and keep attacking the weaker slave, pummeling the Bosmer and biting at his ear. I can hear Elenwen laughing while Rulindil screams at her to call me off, but now the man's ear is beginning to tear from his head. I can feel him weakly kick and punch, but I've felt skeevers with more fight. Then, I feel Elenwen's hand on my shoulder and release the man, leaping back so I'm crouching by Elenwen. Rulindil is instantly at his slave's side, new bruises forming on the Bosmer's body. Rulindil looks at Elenwen and tells her, "Look what you've done! Your damned slave is little more than a trained wolf!". My mistress in question begins to pet my head like I'm a dog. She tells her fellow Altmer, "Maybe he'll listen better now.".
Rulindil shakes his head and says, "I'll never understand you.". Elenwen chuckles and says, "That's the plan. No hard feelings?". Rulindil examines his slave and says, "He'll be fine. No hard feelings.". Elenwen is still petting me as she says, "Good, now I have to take my slave to a healer.". Rulindil gives her a exasperated look and Elenwen says, "For the burn on her hip and to make sure your slave didn't manage to do any damage.". Rulindil slowly scrapes his slave off the ground as Elenwen turns and says, "Follow.". I quickly follow the Altmer, my mane ruffled from where she petted me. As we walk she tells me, "The healer will also check your cunt for tearing or any other damage. Don't fight her, it's in your best interest.". I nod as we reach the healer's room, following Elenwen inside.
The healer is passed out drunk, but wakes up when Elenwen pours a bottle of mead over her head. The healer snorts and sits up, falling out of her bed. She stands, realizes Elenwen is there, and gives a sloppy half bow. Elenwen rolls her eyes and pushes me towards the woman. The shorter Altmer quickly yanks me over to a table and I hop up on it, allowing the healer to relieve me of my clothes. She slowly examines me as Elenwen explains the situation. The healer grunts and says, "That Bosmer can't throw a punch worth a damn, your Khajiit won't even get a bruise.". Then, she roughly pushes my thighs apart to examine my genitals. She closes them after a few minutes and tells Elenwen, "She's absolutely fine besides the burn. It's blistering and can easily get infected.".
"Watch it and come back in a few days if it becomes infected.". Elenwen nods and hands me my clothes, then yanks me towards the door once I'm dressed. I'm not sure where we're going, but Elenwen speaks along the way. "Now do you see how easy you have it? I know a thousand different methods of torture, but I refrain from using them on you. And, Rulindil begged me to give you to him. You saw what he did to that Bosmer didn't you? It would have been worse for you considering you have a cunt and you're a beast race. Now hurry, I have work to do.". Then, Elenwen quickly picks up the pace, but I follow a step behind her. When we reach her office she opens the door and I quickly step inside, my mistress right behind me. When she's in her office Elenwen shuts the door.
I stand still as Elenwen sits down, but instinctively catch the collar she throws at me. "Feel free to explore, but don't try to escape. Any questions?". I consider saying no, but I actually have a question. So, I nervously clear my throat. Elenwen looks up from her work and says, "Yes?". I quietly ask, "Can I just return to your room? I'm tired.". Elenwen looks skeptical, but nods and motions for me to leave. I quickly rush away, returning to the elf's room. I close Elenwen's door and climb into bed, strangely exhausted. As I fall asleep I try to count the days I've been here. Two weeks. I've been here two weeks. I sigh, then snuggle deeper into the bed, wrapping the thick blanket tightly around me. I've been tired for the last three days. I'm not sure why I'm exhausted, but I want to get as much sleep as I can. I yawn and close my eyes, sleep claiming me.
Delphine POV:
I put my sword away, Forsworn blood dripping from the tip. Esbern is trailing far behind me, but I ignore that and push on. I'm forced to stop when I arrive at the entrance to Sky Haven Temple, the blood seal locking the door. Esbern arrives and whispers, "Oh no. Without Dovahkiin blood we can never get in.". I roll my eyes and tell him, "I was prepared for this.". I open up my bag and dig around, pulling out a skin of water and a dagger. The dagger is coated in dried blood. The dragonborn's blood. It was a accident that she stabbed herself, she fell down my stairs and the unsheathed weapon sliced open her hip. I was easily able to heal the wound, but the Khajiit wanted nothing to do with the dagger after that. She gave it to me and I threw it somewhere and forgot about it.
Until I left to get Esbern. I took almost everything I owned, the dagger included. I'm not sure why I wanted to take the weapon, but I couldn't stand the thought of it lying in my secret room. Now I'm glad I kept the dragonborn's weapon. I stand over the circle, open the skin of water, and pour the liquid over the dried blood. The blood refuses to loosen, so I'm forced to rub the metal as I keep pouring the water. Then, some of the blood returns to its liquid form due to my rubbing and the water, then drips down to the blood lock. It's only a few drops of blood, but it works. The circle drinks the dragonborn's blood, then the door slowly moves upward. Esbern is complimenting me for my quick thinking, but I ignore him and enter Sky Haven Temple, Esbern right behind me.