When I'm dressed for the day I hand my slave some ragged trousers, old breast bindings, and clean undergarments. She won't need to wear a shirt or shoes since her pelt and animal-like feet take care of those parts. Rulindil is already eating on a balcony when I find him, and his Bosmer slave is tied to my friend's chair. The wood elf is heavily bruised all over, has two black eyes, and whip marks are still oozing blood down his back.
Even now, the man is desperately attempting to escape while yanking on his secured leash. Silently, I mentally thank my slave for acting better than that since I'd never have the kind of patience required to break a slave of that behavior. Rulindil looks a tiny bit surprised to see me, but motions at an empty chair beside him in offering to me. I nod as I sit down, but give one command to my slave once I'm seated.
"Sit. Now.". She instantly slides down onto the floor beside me and takes her place next to the struggling wood elf slave. Nervously, she eyes the fighting man. I take a chunk of cheese off of the bounty Rulindil has set before him and claim it as my own by biting into it. My fellow just rolls his eyes playfully as I 'steal' his food. I finish the cheese quickly and make conversation with him.
"So, how goes the new slave and his training?". The elf in question is still struggling and fighting to get away. Only now he's nearly hitting my Khajiit in his attempts. Rulindil groans and shakes his head at the question. He motions a gloved hand at the man and snarls.
"Horrible! He doesn't response to any command I give him or tactic I try, and he hasn't stopped trying to escape me since I first got him!". He looks at the Khajiit woman bowed down beside me who's sitting as still as a gargoyle statue. His eyes look almost longing.
"How did you ever get your Khajiit to behave as well as that? I thought since she's a beast race she would have been harder to train.". I hum in content and reach out to stroke my slave's thick pelt. I give her another command.
"Stand. Now.". She rises without question while stealthy taking a step away from her flailing fellow slave. I tell the man what I did.
"You have to have a hard hand when it comes to punishments, but no finesse it in. Apparently, it's not required with cats.". I motion my hand at where the symbol of Talos is burned into her skin as a permanent reminder to her failings. Rulindil shakes his head in disappointment and sighs a little. His tone is dreary as he keeps talking.
"I've burned twenty x's into his lower back to teach him a lesson, but he still keeps doing whatever he wants and trying to escape.". I shrug a little and try to get more out of him.
"Tell me everything that you've tried on him.". My friend scratches the stubble growing along his jaw as he lists off his punishments.
"Beating him, branding him, whipping him, scourging him, and strangling him.". I examine the struggling elven man and see his feet come within mere inches of kicking my slave. I turn my full attention back to my friend and try to give him some advice.
"Try depriving him of all sleep, disfigure him in any way, use sensory deprivation, rape him until he bleeds, break his arms and legs, and rip out a few of his teeth or his tongue.". The elven slave is frozen in horror, my own slave's eyes are as wide as plates, and Rulindil has a smile spreading across his face.
"I easily forget that you used to work as a torturer before your promotion.". I smile, give him a nod, and keep talking to him.
"You're great at your job, but I was doing it for years before you came along. So, what do you plan on doing to him?". Rulindil hungrily eyes his slave as he tells me.
"I think he's had enough sleep, I'd like to get a few of his teeth out, and it's been far too long since I've had someone to fuck.". The Bosmer is instantly fighting with renewed vigor, and this time he kicks my slave in the leg. My smart little bitch knows I'm on her side and retaliates. She flattens her ears, pulls back her lips, and hisses like a damned snake. That bastard has the gall to stop struggling, spit in the direction of my slave, and kick her in the leg harder than before. I instantly snarl at my friend.
"Ruilndil!". He shrugs at me.
"Elenwen!". The slaves have stopped fighting as they both watch their masters. Rulindil is the first of us to speak again.
"Your slave hissed at my slave!". I scoff and toss my hair a little.
"Your filthy little Bosmer bastard kicked my Khajiit!". He looks almost angry as he motions at my slave.
"You're calling mine filthy? You slave reeks of sex and looks like she's been dragged through ten kinds of crap!". The Bosmer slave snickers and sneers before trying to kick my slave again. He misses by a mile when my bitch sidesteps out of his range of kicking. I calmly control my voice as I give my slave a command.
"Come over here. To me.". She quickly walks over to me while the Bosmer slave continually attempts to kick her leg. I easily reach over, pop open my slave's mouth, and examine the remaining teeth she still has in her skull. As I look at her sharp teeth I ask her a question.
"Can you use your feet to defend yourself in a fight? The claws on your feet, I mean.". She nods as I feel the pointed ends on each and every single tooth she has. I quickly decide they're sharp enough to hurt. I nod at my bitch and give her my blessing.
"If he dares to kick you one more time, then feel free to rip him to bloody shreds. Now, return to the sitting position you were in.". She instantly follows my orders without hesitation, but sits a decent distance away from Rulindil's constantly kicking slave. Ruilndil sighs and talks solely to me.
"You can't be serious right now! He's still just learning; give him a break! Your Khajiit has had a few days to get use to being a slave. He hasn't.". I can't help rolling my eyes as I talk to him.
"It's not my fault that your slave can't listen to you. Mine is just intelligent enough to know that going against my wishes is bad for her in the long run.". Before Rulindil can respond, a loud screech interrupts our delightful conversation.
Dovahkiin POV:
The Bosmer howls and cries out in fear as I leap on him while swinging at the bastard with both of my fists. I don't have my claws any longer, but my hands are still more muscular than most other's. My right fist connects with his hollow stomach while my left fist hits home in his groin. My fellow slave purposely kicked me in the ass while I was sitting because he's an asshole, and he probably assumed that Rulindil would protect him from me.
Rulindil isn't my master, and Elenwen told me to feel free to tear my fellow slave to shreds if he kicked me. When I first saw the man I pitied him because Rulindil seems like he would be even less forgiving than Elenwen is, but my pity for him quickly evaporated when he started kicking me like an asshole. Rulindil is screaming as I bite the elf's ear before shaking my head wildly in an attempt to pull it free from the slave's skull. The wood elf whimpers and cups his injured groin while sliding to the ground.
My fists continue to rain down on him like a military assault. I feel someone begin to yank on my tail to try to get my up, but when I manage to twist my head I see it's only Rulindil. I ignore the man and keep attacking the weaker slave by biting at his ear and pummeling him with my fists. I can hear my mistress laughing while Rulindil screams at her to call me off of his slave. Now the bastard's ear is beginning to finally tear free of his skull.
I can feel him weakly kick and punch at me, but I've felt dying skeevers with more fight in them. Then, Elenwen's hand coming to rest on my shoulder stops me. I release the man and leap back, so I'm crouching down by my mistress. Rulindil rushes instantly to his slave's side as new bruises begin to form on the Bosmer's body. Rulindil looks at Elenwen and tells her something in a hateful tone.
"Look at what you've done now! Your damned slave is little more than a briefly tamed wolf!". My elven mistress in question begins to pet my head like I'm a tame puppy. She doesn't back down.
"Maybe your slave will listen better now.". Rulindil shakes his head and his voice is exasperated.
"I don't think I'll every truly understand you.". My mistress offers a chuckle and question.
"That's the plan, but no hard feelings about this?". Rulindil checks his slave over before confirming it.
"He should be perfectly fine. No hard feelings.". Elenwen is still petting me like a dog as she says the next part.
"Good. Now, I have to take my slave to a healer. I'll see you later.". Rulindil gives my mistress an exasperated look and Elenwen explains further.
"Just for the burn mark on her hip, and to make sure your slave didn't somehow manage to do any damage.". Rulindil carefully and slowly scrapes his slave off the ground. Elenwen turns away from him and taps my head before commanding me.
"Follow me." I quickly follow my mistress with my ruffled mane from her petting bobbing on top of my head. As we walk, she talks to me.
"The healer will also need to check your cunt for any tearing, or any other damage I could have done when I made love to you. Don't try to fight her; it's in your best interest.". I nod as we reach the healer's room and I nervously follow Elenwen inside. The healer is passed out with a bottle in her hands, but wakes up when my mistress pours a bottle of beer over her head. The healer snorts in rage and sits up, but ends up falling out of her bed.
She stands, realizes Elenwen is before her, and gives a sloppy half bow before almost falling. My mistress just rolls her eyes and pushes me towards the drunken woman. The shorter Altmer roughly and quickly yanks me over to a table, then forces me to hop up on it. Finally, I allow the healer to relieve me of my clothes. The healer slowly and thoroughly examines my entire body while Elenwen explains what happened. Eventually, Elenwen stops speaking as the healer keeps examining. The healer stands and explains the situation.
"That Bosmer can't throw a punch worth a damn. Your bitch won't even get a bruise out of it.". Then, the healer roughly forces across my thighs to examine my cunt. Elenwen explains my punishment as the healer looks me over. Eventually, Elenwen stops speaking as the healer keeps examining. When the woman examines my cunt, she gets a little too friendly by beginning to play with my clit like she's trying to stimulate me. Elenwen allows it at first, but after two minutes she stops it. Honestly, I think it might have had something to do with the fact I was beginning to shudder with a crescendo of pleasure that pissed her off.
"What exactly is this for?". The drunken woman shrugs and Elenwen slaps her on the back of the head. I whimper a little as the drunk healer stops playing with me. A fire comes to Elenwen's eyes. She glares at me, but also licks her lips. The healer finally stands back up and tells Elenwen my progress.
"She's absolutely fine besides the burn on her him. It's blistering right now, and it could easily get infected.". She wipes off her hands of my juices.
"I'd say just to watch it for a few days, and come back if it looks like it's becoming infected.". Elenwen nods before handing me my clothes, then yanking me out the door the second I'm dressed. I'm not sure where we're going, but my mistress speaks along the way.
"Now do you see how easy you truly have it? I know a thousand different methods of radical torture, but I refrain from using them on you. And, Rulindil begged me to give you to him when he first saw you. You saw what he did to his slave, didn't you? It would have been even worse for you considering you have a working cunt and are a beast race. Now, hurry up I have work that needs done.". Elenwen quickly picks up the pace, but I manage to follow only a step behind her the entire way. When we reach her office door, she opens it and I quickly step inside with my mistress behind me without even being commanded. When she's inside her office, Elenwen shuts and locks the door. I stand still as my mistress sits down. I instinctively catch the collar she throws at me as she gives me a command.
"Feel free to explore again, but don't try to escape. Any questions?". I consider saying no to her, but I actually do have a question. So, I nervously (and somewhat quietly) clear my throat. Elenwen looks up from her work and goes 'hmm' before talking.
"Yes? What?". I quietly speak to her.
"Can I please just return to your room? I'm rather tired.". My mistress looks skeptical, but nods and motions that I'm allowed to leave. I quickly rush away before returning to my mistress's room. I close my mistress's door and climb into her bed as a strange exhaustion sweeps over me. As I fall asleep, I try to count the days that I've been trapped here. About two weeks. Roughly. So, I've been here for only two weeks. I sigh, then snuggle deeper into Elenwen's bed while wrapping the thick blanket tightly around me. I've been tired for the last three days or so. I'm not sure why I'm exhausted, but I want to get as much sleep as I possibly can. I yawn and close my eyes as sleep claims me.
Delphine POV:
I put my ancient blade away as Forsworm blood drips from the tip of it. My friend is trailing far behind me, but I ignore that fact and push on. I'm, however, forced to stop when I arrive at the true entrance to Sky Haven Temple. The blood seal is what's locking me out. Esbern finally arrives and whispers in my ear.
"Oh no, we can't go on! Without Dovahkiin blood we can never open the entrance!". I roll my eyes and snarl at my friend.
"I was already prepared for a situation like this.". I open up my rather light back and dig around before pulling out a skin of water along with a dagger. The filthy, cracked dagger is coated in dried blood. The Dragonborn's blood to be exact. It was an accident that she stabbed herself in my presence. She fell down my secret stairs and the unsheathed weapon sliced open a large gash in her hip. I was easily able to heal her wound then, but the Khajiit wanted nothing more to do with the dagger after that. She'd tossed it to me and mockingly said 'keep it'. I threw it somewhere and forget about it until I left to get Esbern. I took with me almost everything I owned including the dagger. I'm not sure why I wanted to take the weapon, but I couldn't stand the thought of a (shitty) gift from the Dovahkiin staying in that room.
Now I'm actually glad that I kept the woman's dagger. I stand over the circular seal, open the skin of water, and pour the clear liquid over the dried blood. The dried blood refuses to loosen, so I'm forced to rub the metal as I continue pouring water over it. Then, some of the blood returns to its liquid form due to my efforts and finally drips down onto the blood lock keeping Esbern and I out. It's only a few tiny drops, but it's enough to work. The circle drinks down the Dovahkiin's blood, then the door slowly moves itself upwards. My old friend is complimenting me for my quick thinking. I ignore his words and charge ahead to the temple. Soon enough, Esbern is right behind me.