Synopsis: Stephan and Miska, a sexy married couple, go on a weekend hiking trip and decide to explore a cave. Unbeknownst to them, the cave is a portal into Skyrim, and they find much more than they bargained for. Now the question is, how do they escape and find their way back to Colorado?
***Author's note***
I started this story as a sort of favor to a sexy and rather perverted friend. He's a cuckold and gets off on sharing his wife/girlfriend with others, whether physically or in pictures, and he likes to watch. He's also a bit of an exhibitionist and once posed nude on a motorcycle for a college art class. This story is about him and the sexy ex-girlfriend he's still hot for, although she's no longer interested in him and they don't get busy anymore. I made them married in the story, just because.
There are no canon characters in this story - just a mixed band of dirty bandits with a male Orc chief.
Chapter One – Hiking excursion gone awry
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Miska and Stephan had hiked this area several times before, but they had never noticed the cave until today.
"Wanna check it out?" Miska asked.
"Whatever you wanna do, honey," Stephan replied. "I'm game if you are. Got your headlamp?"
"Of course," Miska chided with a scolding smile. "You know I like to be ready for anything. You got yours?"
"Yep," Stephan replied, pulling off his backpack to dig the headlamp out.
They donned their lamps, and before they went in, Stephan confirmed, "You have the spare batteries, right?"
Miska sighed. "Of course, Stephan. You made sure of it before we left, remember?"
Stephan grinned sheepishly and let her lead the way in, figuring that in bringing up the rear he could both cover her ass and watch her ass.
They hadn't gotten far when they realized they could smell food cooking, and they heard a male voice say, "What was that?"
They froze in their tracks, glancing wide-eyed at each other in uncertainty. Before they could decide whether to proceed or turn back, a muscular, bearded man came around the bend in the passage. He wore a horned iron helmet that covered the top half of his face; they could barely make out the glint of his eyes from beneath the helmet in the light from their headlamps. He wore a sleeveless roughspun shirt with a slightly rusted and pockmarked iron cuirass over it, and wielded a steel mace and a large, decoratively molded iron shield. He squinted and held his mace hand up in front of him to block out the light of their lamps, and the fact that they were nearly blinding him was what saved them from being attacked immediately.
Before the first man could raise and aim his mace, a second man with longish blonde hair and braids down the front of both sides of his head came up from behind him and saw the pair poised to run. This man was half dressed in an animal fur skirt, fur arm wraps, and leather boots. He appeared to be armed with only a dagger, which was still sheathed at his waist. "Well, well, what have we here?" he chuckled nastily. "You picked a bad time to get lost, friends."
He put out a hand to stop the first man as he raised his mace. "Wait," he said. "Look at the strange clothes on these two. I bet they're loaded with gold and other interesting loot. And check out the legs on this wench – bet the chief would like a go at that. I know I would."
At those words, Miska turned tail and started running – and Stephan took a swing at the first man, connecting with his chin, before turning to run himself.
Unfortunately, the blow to the chin didn't stagger the man at all, and he and his companion both roared in anger and charged after the hikers.
Being less encumbered than the man in iron, they might have gotten away, but when they came back out of the mouth of the cave, they realized that they didn't recognize anything anymore, and they stopped in confusion, unsure of where to go. It was considerably colder than when they'd entered the cave, nearly freezing. It was also somehow night – it had been just before noon when they'd gone in. On either side of the cave mouth, there were spikes stuck in the ground with charred human bodies impaled on them, as well as some human skulls and a rib cage. The rib cage of some large animal lay nearby. Ahead of them was a rocky cliff, with mist billowing up from a rapidly running stream down below which was fed by a noisy waterfall to their left. Across the stream chasm was a rocky crag upon which a large saber-toothed cat prowled in the moonlight, and beyond that was a huge, stony valley dotted with pine trees. A stunning aurora stretched across the starry sky, partially masking two enormous moons. They didn't have time to either understand or enjoy the view, because their pursuers had quickly caught up to them and captured them, painfully forcing their arms behind them before turning them and marching them back into the cave.
"What was all that commotion?" came a woman's voice, and as they rounded the bend in the passage they hadn't quite made it to before, they saw a petite but tough-looking black woman with striking blue eyes and red face paint, also wearing furs and carrying a hunting bow and a quiver on her back. She stood near a large campfire beneath a long iron cooking spit, on which hung a simmering iron kettle, presumably the source of the smell of cooking food.
"Got a new friend for the chief," said the man in the furs.
"And maybe a new friend for you, too, Namia," laughed the burly one with the helmet.
Namia looked Stephan over with skepticism. "He's tall, and fairly handsome, but what's with that haircut? Is he an Imperial? Imperials aren't normally that tall."
"Answer the lass," said the burly one, who was holding Stephan's arms. He jerked Stephan roughly in Namia's direction.
"What's an Imperial?" Stephan asked back.
This was apparently the wrong thing to say. Namia's face turned cross, and she whipped her bow off her back in an instant and struck him across the face with it, bloodying his nose. "Don't get smart with me, Imperial," she spat. "If you expect anything less than death, you'll mind your manners."
"Yes, ma'am," Stephan said meekly, hanging his head to indicate his cooperation, since this was the only means he had in his current position. The blood trickling down over his lips was itchy, but he couldn't wipe it away.
Namia laughed. "'Ma'am,' he says. I might like this guy after all." She joined the little party as they progressed up the steep wooden ramp to a platform where there was a wooden table and a bench on the left, and a grinding wheel, an anvil, and a weapon rack on the right. Above the platform was a hole in the roof of the cave, where natural sunlight streamed through. Another, more level wooden ramp led off the back of the platform further into the cave, where a short, wide passage toward the left led to another cavern, lower than the first.
The entrance to this second cavern was at least six feet above the cave floor, and met by another large wooden platform, with another wooden table and a tanning rack to the left, and a bench and a ramp leading down to the floor on the right. Ahead, on the opposite side of the cavern, was another large campfire surrounded by piles of hay covered with animal skins, presumably for this bunch of cutthroats to sleep on. A strange man with horns on his head and a reptilian tail stood near it, as did a green hulk of a man with pointed ears, a jutting jaw, and large lower canines that could nearly be described as tusks.
Miska just knew the big guy was the one the men were calling the chief. She wanted to catch Stephan's eye so badly, but she was ahead of him and they were being marched single file down the ramp. She was bewildered and terrified. The world seemed to have gone crazy – two moons? Sabre-toothed cats? Lizard men? Green boar men? Had she eaten, drunk, or inhaled something psychedelic? Was Stephan seeing what she was seeing?
"Visitors, boss," called the burly man. The green man turned toward them and began walking in their direction. Not only was he big, but his armor was quite impressive, as well. It looked heavy. The shoulders of his cuirass were adorned with what looked like either wolf or bear heads made of some sort of silver-tone metal, and the matching helmet he carried under his arm was shaped like a bear head.
"And why didn't you kill them?" the chief asked in a deep, gruff voice befitting his appearance.
"We thought you might like to have this one as a playmate," Braid Man said. He leaned forward over Miska's shoulder and made kissing noises in her ear. She pulled away with an expression of revulsion, and he laughed.
"And we thought Namia might like this one," joked Burly Man, pushing Stephan forward to stand next to Miska, but continuing to hold his arms behind him at a painful angle. "Either that or you might like to make him watch as you stick it to his girlfriend."
"She's my wife," Stephan said angrily, which earned him a cuff to the ear from Namia.
"Shut up," Namia snapped.
The chief laughed. "I can see you've already taken a shine to him, Namia." He held Stephan's chin and inspected his nose. As tall as Stephan was – six feet two inches – the chief was several inches taller. "Don't worry," Chief told Stephan. "If she didn't like you, you'd have a broken nose – or worse."
Chief turned his attention to Miska, who stared back at him with a mixture of defiance, fear, and fascination. "I can tell you've got spirit – my kind of woman," he remarked with what Miska hoped was a smile. Then again, if he was smiling, he might be planning a fate worse than death for her… He leaned close and sniffed at her hair, her neck, inadvertently tickling her. "I don't know what kind of fancy soap or perfume you use, little woman, but damn, you smell good. I could eat you right here and now."
"Who are you?" she demanded, fighting to keep her voice from quavering. She hoped he wasn't serious about eating her. "Where are we? And how did we get here? I've never seen people like you in my life."
"One thing at a time, little woman," the chief grinned. "Not that you have any right to demand anything, trespassing on our territory like you were, but I'll humor you. My name is Gulab. You've already met Namia, Gunne, and Jorik." Burly Man grinned menacingly as Gulab said the name Gunne, and Braid Man grinned and nodded as Gulab said Jorik.
Gulab turned to the horned man, who was indeed some sort of reptilian humanoid. "This is Wades-in-Rapids. But we call him Wades for short. And that," he said, gesturing at a slender brownish man with long, thin, pointed ears and amber eyes, who had emerged from the darker end of the cavern as if materializing out of the shadows, "is Melinien."
Miska had to crane her neck and look over her shoulder as Melinien approached from behind, but soon he was standing in front of her and Stephan with Gulab and Wades, peering at her with his slanted, alien eyes.
"Why am I telling you all of this?" Gulab asked, rhetorically. "Because I don't see either of you leaving here alive. You might entertain us for a while, but we can't let you go running to the Jarl with information on our hideout.
"Now, your second question I'm not sure how to answer. If you mean 'where' as in this cave, you're in Orotheim. You wanna know what that means, ask the Nords behind you. It means nothing to this Orc. It's just a cave, not a Nord tomb, but it seems every little place in this Malacath-forsaken freezing wasteland has to have a name. If you mean what province you're in, then you must have gotten hit on the head. How you could possibly be this far into Skyrim and not know where you are seems highly unlikely. But if you want to maybe know where the nearest town is, well, I guess that would probably be Morthal to the northeast, or Dragon Bridge to the northwest. Not that you'll be seeing either of those places anytime soon, or ever."
Miska and Stephan exchanged concerned glances. They'd never heard of any of these places, and they both wondered if this was real or some kind of bad dream. If it was real, then they had another problem: how would they ever get back home from a place that was obviously not in their own world or plane of reality?
"Strip them down," Gulab ordered. He smiled when Miska shrieked as Jorik tore open the front of her shirt, popping all the buttons off in one go.
"Well, well, look at this, chief," Jorik drawled, holding Miska's shirt firmly in his fists and staring at her flowery blue demi-bra. "Ain't never seen no fancy smallclothes like this before."
Melinien came over to help Jorik hold Miska while he removed the rest of her clothing. Jorik remarked on her matching lacy panties, as well. He held them to his nose and inhaled deeply, and Miska gagged.
Stephan was putting up more of a fight with Gunne, so Wades and Gulab had gone to Gunne's aid. Gulab gave Stephan a solid punch in the jaw, and that seemed to subdue him quite well. Stephan sagged, and he would have dropped to his knees had Gunne not been holding him up.
The couple was naked and vulnerable in short order, facing each other but not close enough to touch. Once Stephan was bound with his hands behind his back and his feet together, Gulab returned to Miska. He toyed with her hair, sniffed at her once again, licked her skin. She tried to squirm away, but Jorik and Melinien held her firmly. Gulag's breath smelled like raw meat, and his body smelled slightly animal in a way Miska couldn't quite pinpoint.
Gulab cupped Miska's pert breasts in his big hands, and he pinched her nipples between his thumbs and forefingers, twisting enough to make her suck in her breath and wince in mild pain. Miska couldn't see Stephan because Gulab was between them, but she could hear him struggling and being subdued by Gunne. Gulab turned to Stephan with a cruel grin.
"Oh, I'm sorry, was I in your way? Did you want to watch?" He stepped aside and the men turned Miska so that Stephan could clearly see both of them and what Gulab was doing to his wife.
Stephan would hardly admit it to himself, but he was rather fascinated with the idea of Miska being groped and even penetrated by this strange, hulking green man. He couldn't tear his eyes away as Gulab pulled his right gauntlet off and toyed with the sparse hair on Miska's mound that was shaven into a narrow strip down the center. Gulab gave a curious grunt, but didn't say anything. Jorik and Melinien took that as their cue to each grab one of Miska's thighs and pull them apart, actually lifting her legs and holding them under their arms so that Miska's feet were well off the ground and her vulva was exposed to all present. Miska cried out in indignance and shame.
"Well, look at that," Gulab remarked, trailing a finger down Miska's closed petals. "Are you naturally hairless down there, or did you shave it off?"
Miska refused to answer.
Gulab just chuckled. "It doesn't matter," he told her. "But it is a pleasant treat to have everything so nice and exposed." He separated her labia with two fingers and wormed his middle finger into her vagina, groaning with enjoyment. Miska struggled against her captors and cried out again.
Stephan, in the meantime, found himself getting hard. Fuck her, he thought at Gulab, willing him to move that finger in and out of Miska, maybe add another finger or two.
"Tad dry," Gulab commented. "Namia, we got any of that dwarven oil around here? Maybe some troll fat?"
"We just happened to get some dwarven oil off that last merchant we raided," Namia confirmed. "I'll go get it."
Gulab continued fingering Miska with his right hand while fondling her breast with his left. Stephan hardly dared to blink; he might miss something, and he wanted to see every moment.
Namia extracted the fancy little metal urn of oil from a chest under the platform at the mouth of the cavern, then returned quickly and held the cask out to Gulab. Gulab pulled his hand away from Miska long enough to remove his other gauntlet, then he poured a little of the oil into his cupped fingers. He rubbed the oil all over Miska's naked pussy, and Miska struggled again, but with less vigor. There was no denying that that big warm hand, slippery with oil, rubbing her from clit to hole, was pleasurable. But she rather feared what was sure to come next.
As Gulab began finger fucking Miska again and using his other thumb to rub in little circles around her clit, Stephan got harder and was fully erect in moments. Namia was still eyeing him, dividing her attention between Gulab and him, and she smiled when she saw his erection.
"I think husband is actually enjoying the show," Namia commented.
"Stephan!" Miska shouted angrily.
Namia chuckled, finding Stephan's arousal and Miska's outrage entertaining. She came and stood in front of Stephan, taking his hard, aching cock into her hand and stroking him expertly. "And you're shaven, too," she smirked. Stephan had a large tattoo of a sun covering his lower belly, and the bottom ray came almost to the base of his penis. "Nice tattoo, too. I think you're a dirty boy. Am I right?"
As Stephan nodded mutely in answer, Namia used her thumb to coat the head with the pre-seminal fluid that was already starting to drip, then put her thumb in her mouth and sucked as she slowly pulled it out of her mouth. Stephan groaned, shifting his eyes back and forth between the painted black woman and his spread-eagle wife, only a little ashamed at being turned on by the whole situation. He didn't mind Namia's attentions, as long as none of the men got any ideas.
"Get your hands off my husband, you bitch!" Miska yelled, struggling once again even as Gulab continued playing with her oily pussy. She was focused on Stephan and didn't notice Gulab using his free hand to remove the codpiece of his armor. She could only watch in anger and frustration as Namia slowly went to her knees, staring defiantly at Miska as she extended her tongue and lolled it around the head of Stephan's cock. She was angrier at Stephan for looking like he was enjoying it than she was at the strange woman who was helping herself to another woman's man.
Stephan was breathing hard as Namia closed her mouth around his tool, and he went weak in the knees. Again, it was fortunate that Gunne was still holding onto him. In this moment he wasn't even thinking about what might come after. He was enjoying the show and the feeling of Namia's warm, wet mouth enveloping his cock as he watched.
Miska was about to scream at Namia again, and probably Stephan, too, when she suddenly realized that it wasn't just Gulab's fingers she was feeling between her legs. Gulab had gotten his codpiece off, unlaced the leather pants of his armor, and freed his formidable and very hard cock. Now he was sliding the head up and down between her labia, preparing to violate her in front of Stephan and the others. Instead of screaming at Namia or Stephan, she screamed instead at Gulab.
"Let me go, you bastard! We didn't mean to trespass on your territory! We were just exploring! We would have gone away peacefully if your men hadn't taken us prisoner!"
Gulab laughed heartily. "Let you go? After showing us charms like this, you think you're just going to leave?"
"Stephan, do something!"
"I can't," Stephan said weakly, partly because having had his nose bloodied and his jaw practically dislocated had cowed him, and partly because having a strange woman he'd only just met sucking his rod while watching his sexy, tight wife being sexually debased and violated was insanely arousing to his twisted and hedonistic side. He probably wouldn't have done anything even if he could have.
Looking over at Stephan and smirking, Gulab place the head of his huge cock against Miska's entrance and plunged himself into her as far as he could go as Miska gasped in horror and revulsion.
Stephan instantly filled Namia's skillful mouth with hot semen, groaning in a haze of sinful ecstasy.
This was certainly not how they'd expected this hiking trip to go.