Caution to anyone easily offended - this chapter contains sexual references rather than violence. If you think that will bother you, please wait for the next chapter.


Chapter 53 - The Bet

05 First Seed, 5E 3

"Excuse me, sir and ma'am?"

Ungarion turned to the leader of his and Nerissa's soldiers. "What is it, Seridur?"

"The boys have challenged me, sir. Bet me a hundred gold I can't get the cat, here, hot enough to beg me to take her. Well, not beg, exactly, with no tongue, but you know what I mean. So I'd like to give it a try while she's got her fur and isn't hurting too badly."

Lokmoroyol was monitoring their conversation, as always, to help Yssha's soul-guests prepare for whatever the enemy planned. At this, she nudged their hostess. Thuri, this sounds intriguing. One of them wants to see if he can arouse you.

Mmm. I suppose I ought to find out, as well, Yssha thought tiredly.

"Oh, I have no doubts, Lokmoroyol sent. You are dovahin, after all, and the attentions they were sure were unwelcome, were not. But we are here, just in case.

Ungarion found the sergeant's words amusing. "After this many weeks of daily multiple rapes? You have a very high opinion of your amatory prowess, Seridur. But for the sake of your bet, if Nerissa agrees, I have no objection."

"Nor do I," Nerissa agreed. "It ought to be at least somewhat interesting, and probably amusing. Certainly, Seridur. See if you can get her to willingly be sheath to your sword."

"Thanks," Seridur said, grinning. "I can't really lose, after all. It's just that if I win, I get a hundred gold out of it, as well as the use of her body." He turned to the two troopers ready to carry out Nerissa's instructions for the skinning. "Release her feet, and ... hmm. Slide a blanket or two under her. I want her as comfortable as she can be without freeing her hands."

As they obeyed, he got out of his armor, and Yssha held her head up to watch. Having Lokmoroyol and the rest mediating the rapes had made them bearable, the pain muted to where she was barely aware of it, and she'd come to share the dovahin taste for multiple powerful partners ... at least in their memories. Now she couldn't help wondering if any of it would carry over, and if so how strongly.

Seridur mistook her curiosity for apprehension, and smiled, stroking her face. "Take it easy, pretty kitty-cat. This isn't going to be anything like the way we usually do it, unless you make me do it the hard way. You were listening to us?"

She nodded, making a questioning noise.

"Why?" His hand went a bit lower, caressing her throat. "Partly for the money, but curiosity, too. Soldiers sent to Aequina and Pelletine say the cat slave-whores they usually have to use can be almost as good as an Altmer one. It's kind of perverse, but I'm gonna treat you, at least this once, like an expensive Altmer courtesan, as much as I can under the circumstances. It'll be better for you if you go along. Understand?"

Yssha nodded, and gave him a tentative-sounding purr.

"That's a good kitty," he said approvingly, stripping off his armor-padding and laying beside her on the rack, doing as he'd said, caressing her, becoming slowly more intimate - too slowly, in her opinion, but bound as she was, and unable to speak, she couldn't encourage him with more than purring.

Seridur was pleasantly surprised when he nuzzled her breast, tickling her nipple with his tongue, and she opened her legs. he slid his hand down between them, surprised again to find her moist, and yet again when she began rubbing against his hand, gasping. He felt himself harden, and savored the eagerness as her breath caught.

"Easy, kitty, easy," he said. "No need to rush, you know." He teased her, gently slipping a finger into her, and she whimpered. Eager, was she? He smiled, then slid himself between her legs, replacing his hand, and began slow thrustings. Not into her, not yet, but she was soaking both of them, gasping and moaning in what he was positive was genuine eagerness.

This was torment, Yssha thought, but of an entirely different kind than she'd experienced from a Thalmor before. She growled in frustration, squirming to find a position where he couldn't avoid - AH! She felt him barely make it in, and took full advantage, pushing herself up. This time, fully aroused, there was no pain or blood, just a wonderful feeling of fullness and desire for more. She didn't have the leverage to get him all the way in, but she began moving as much as she could manage, her legs going around him in encouragement.

Seridur let himself go. The cat not only didn't resist, she was doing everything a bound, muted prisoner could to encourage him and keep him going. When he climaxed, she forced herself against him, yowling.

When he was done, she whimpered again, and he grinned down at her as he stood. "Liked it, huh? Well, kitty, so did I. Heating you up has one hell of a payoff, I must say."

"That looked ... enjoyable," Nerissa said. "How was she, really?"

"Damn good," Seridur said. "I hate to give a beast-woman so much credit, but ... maybe the best I've ever had."

"Really?" Ungarion said, raising an eyebrow. "I know you've had Ayarie at the Golden Feather; I hired her for you myself, the first time you saved my life. Better than that?"

"Yes, sir. Ayarie does it 'cause she's paid, and I think she fakes it a little. The cat wanted it, once I heated her up a bit."

"That was rather obvious, with even a tiny knowledge of reading body language," Ungarion said drily. "And it looks like she might want more." He walked over to the rack, looking down at Yssha. "Am I right? Do you?"

Yssha nodded, purring and wriggling her hips. Ungarion grinned. "Very well. Even though it goes against my grain giving you a break, our orders were to keep you out of action, and torture is only one enjoyable way to do so. Nothing says you can't be our squad's whore as well. And I think I'll test Seridur's assertion for myself."


When he rose, Ungarion turned to Nerissa. "He was right. She's almost as enjoyable as you or Eliante, lover. And she seems insatiable." Actually, she was better, but that wasn't something he'd tell either of his Altmer primary lovers. He looked back at the prisoner. "Or am I misreading you, Dragonborn?"

Yssha shook her head. She might not be insatiable, as he said, but it seemed her dovahin sexual appetites carried over completely to her kaaz form. She did want more, even though the blanket beneath her was already soaked. That would be a problem, more than likely, if she ever got home.

"Very well. Seridur, set up a cot for her somewhere in this room. Keep her arms chained, but allow enough slack for her to respond to caresses. As long as she behaves, she may have a few comforts."

Nerissa smiled. "And I'll stop skinning her, if she's to be servicing our men as their whore, rather than our prisoner. They may not mind crushed joints or missing teeth, but a missing skin is a whole different matter." She paused. "And if the cat's that good, maybe we can rent her out to others, as well."

Yssha wasn't paying attention to the discussion, too engrossed with another soldier, but Lokmoroyol was, and she approved. Poor as it was, the ground-bound version of the sky-dance was much easier on her thur than rape, skinning, and other tortures. If the fahliille wished gold in exchange, that was nothing to her protection of her thur. Though when - or if - the living dovah found out ... well, attempting to enslave a dovah was unforgivable. Capturing one, as was done with Numinex, and holding him to insanity and death, was merely unfortunate. Enslaving one, as Miraak had done to many with the Bend Will Shout, had led to the razing of his Temple. And, Bormah being just, it had led to his slavery to Herma-Mora as well.

Seridur nodded. "Thank you, sir and ma'am. Just remember, to get that reaction, she'll have to be brought to arousal before the orgy starts."

"Understood. Make sure the troops know that."

"I will, my Lord. Permission to transfer any who refuse to understand, and would ruin it for the rest?"

"Granted."

Satisfied, Lokmoroyol settled in to enjoy Yssha's exploits, sharing them with their sisters as their brothers shuddered away from what the females enjoyed. As far as Lokmoroyol was concerned, that was their problem. The rest of this stay, however long it took, would have their thur building her own memories to share, and Bormah willing, she would build even more later.


Once outside the interrogation suite, Nerissa grinned at her partner. "Skinning her is both fun and profitable, but is she really that enjoyable?"

"Actually, yes." Ungarion returned the grin. "We could make a fortune with her, and still fulfill our mission of keeping her out of commission. If we quit the torture, leave her whole except for the tongue, and do some redecoration. Torture instruments aren't exactly erotic, for most."

Nerissa looked thoughtful. "Trade one of my greatest pleasures for gold? I'm not sure."

"Think of it as gold from her, and we have plenty of other prisoners for you to amuse yourself with," Ungarion pointed out. "And you can always use your part of the earnings from her to buy slave studs, of course."

Nerissa thought about that for several minutes, then she nodded. "I see your point. Very well, she becomes our whore instead of our victim, if Eliante agrees to us taking over the suite for that purpose."

Ungarion laughed. "Offer her a twenty per cent cut, and she's ours. After that, it's marketing the cat."

"Yes. Can't go with advertising her as a beast, even though she is, so ... hmm."

"Make use of her as Dragonborn submitting to Thalmor," Ungarion said. "Exotic, beautiful - which she is, for a cat - and completely under our power."

"Yes ... yes, that would work." Nerissa grinned. "Also, make sure word gets to the mainland, that their precious Dragonborn is a willing whore to her most hated enemies. Let's find out what they think of her then. We'll have to come up with a fitting whore-name, too ... I rather like something on the order of Furdragon, that refers to both sides of her."

"We'll think of something appropriate. Let's go talk to Eliante, and then I'll write that note."


Yssha woke, warm, comfortable, and ... satisfied? She was confused. The last thing she remembered, she had been on the rack, with one of her guards - Seridur? soothing her before he ... no, it hadn't been rape, by any means. He'd been gentle, arousing her before he ... no, before she ... what had she done?

You took him as was proper for a dovahin, Lokmoroyol told her, You truly wanted him, at least then, so you allowed him in, and he filled you, as did several others. Now the ones you call Thalmor wish to make you available for gold.

The dovahin sensed her disturbance. Nid, thuri. Hin dovahin. It is proper to spread your favors as you will, though selling them is ... not a dov thing. But since you are under compulsion and not the one doing the selling, it cannot be vozin [dishonorable].

What am I to do, then? Yssha practically wailed. I do not wish to dishonor those who love me, but I cannot escape by myself, and the urge to mate ...

Lokmoroyol sent comfort. Do not resist, dii jud ahrk dii thur. They are making you more comfortable ... feel the softness under your back? While you are still bound, your chains are much longer, enough you can move around the room a bit, and use a chamber pot rather than soil yourself. And the torture instruments have been removed. Bormah will not allow you to be used by your enemies for long, but you are young yet, so our timelines may differ. Less than a century, I promise ... probably less than a decade.

That is not terribly reassuring, Yssha sent, drily. I am barely twenty, so I do not think of a decade, much less a century, as a short time.