WARNING:
This story contains the Elder Scrolls, bondage, fantasy, naked people, dungeons, kidnappings, cultists, magic, weaponry, fighting, battles, buttonsacks, buttonbags, sacks, bags, sacking, bagging, homosexuality, the Champion of Kvatch, Altmer, Orsimer, Argonians, Bosmer, Bretons, Dunmer, Imperials, Khajit, Nords, Redguards, forests, spells, ritual sacrifice, damsels in distress, dudes in distress, violence and romance.
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Sacked to be Sacrificed (Remake of a Nabville "The Elder Scrolls IV: Oblivion" DiD Fanfic)
by
N-b-c-s-t, Samyaza_Reason_of_the_Deluge or Chechtiel_the_Second & Superkes
Cyrodiil, Day. 13:00.
One month has passed since Mehrunes Dagon was defeated by Emperor Martin Septim and the Champion of Kvatch. There was no clear successor to the throne anymore, the Empire was in disorder despite the massive victory over the evil god of destruction. Many powerful players wanted to either become the next Emperor. Empress or become their own independent nation.
The Champion of Kvatch was eating an apple. "Any ideas where we should sleep tonight, Tazgol?"
A young orc woman with bright green skin was closely behind the champion of Kvatch. Her hair was red, a slightly dark shade of red and short. This Orc had very short tusks and they were very clean and white. Her office green oval eyes showed signs of innocence, intelligence and introversion. She was wearing the beautifully White Mage's Robes, the matching white mages shoes, a Ring of Vitality on her left hand and a Ring of Wizardry on her right hand. She was of an athletic built, with average sized bust, had a short height, average mouth with middle-small lips, a normal-sized upward nose, timid cheeks and a round chin.
Tazgol and Kvatch's champion were going through the woods in search of an empty cabin or any other warm place to spend the night. Both women decided to go in separate directions and meet back up again. Tazgol was looking for anything edible for both of them. As she decided to look at one of the ponds, she felt as if someone was watching her. The female orc mage readied a spell, only to see a flock of birds watching her.
"Phew! It was just a bunch of birds!" she sighed in relief. She then lowered her guard and continued her food hunting. "I must be getting paranoid if a bunch of birds can put me on edge. Then again, it's probably my experience that heightened my senses."
Little did she know that it wasn't just the birds watching her, and she would later regret letting her guard down.
Mira Thormbinder, the tall and muscular Champion of Kvatch was walking into a small clearing on her search for a cabin or any type of shelter. This black-haired lady knew most of Cyrodill from her travels but not everything in exact detail. Or very well for that matter.
The woman who had her hair long, thick, free flowing and reaching to her lower back decided to search for any clues of people coming to the clearing to collect some herbs that were growing here. The woman who was decked in an almost complete set of the Relics of the Crusader wasn't wearing the Helm of the Crusader (which was stored in her inventory at the momen) to see her surroundings a bit better.
"The beauty of nature I helped to preserve," said the dark-skinned elven Barbarian and took a Lavender Flower from the ground, putting it into her satchel for alchemic ingredients. "It was more than worth doing it."
The Altmer with average sized deep set of brandeis blue eyes was unable to find hints of people having ever entered this beautiful little clearing. A little pond was placed besides a small hill to the left of the heroine with the big aquiline nose. She witnessed a few ducks in the pond, quacking and enjoying the water, parents looking after their ducklings and dive down from time to time for food.
"Those are the first ducks I have seen in a long time," remarked the Elf with a big mouth, pointy teeth and full strong lips of average size. "Strange. Why weren't any there before? Did Mehrunes Dagons presence scare them away from Cyrodiil? I saw no cats or dogs either for a long time now… Also, children. Where were all the children?"
The Altmer with long muscular arms and legs directed her eyes at a moss covered stone. The Champion of Kvatch tried to relax. Mehrunes Dagone was gone, no reason to be too worried.
Later, Mira thought it best to meet up with Tagzol again. The Heroine of Kvatch went to the direction where her friend had been walking.
"Tazgol! Tazgol, can you hear me?!"
Sadly, there was no response. As Mira continued her search, she came across something that caught her eye. There were a set of clothes laying on the ground, which she recognized.
Those are Tazgol's clothes!" she realized in her thoughts. "Did she go for a swim?"
The Heroine's answer came in the form of a note laying on top of Tagzol's clothes. She picked up the note and read quickly through it in her head. Mira wasn't too happy after she finished reading. Apparently, someone got the drop on the orc mage and is demanding Mira's presence if she ever wants to see her friend again. Despite suspecting it was a trap, the Heroine of Kvatch grabbed Tazgol's clothes, and set off to the destination written on the note. She would rescue Tazgol, no matter the cost.
Her masterful athletics and mastery of heavy armor made her swift like a bird as she ran through the woods. She had not much of a plan, she was sure it was a trap but she had a plan. She would go invisible before reaching the coordinates with the according spell from the school of Illusion, sneak through the area, locate Tazgol, take out her guards, free her and then defeat her kidnappers.
Do these guys think I would run into their trap, let myself be captured while they hold a sword to Tazgol's neck? I will just ambush them with masterful sneaking and even better invisibility!
Jumping over a small river she was ready and willing to meet this encounter head-on while avoiding the trap.
"NOW!"
Mira Thrombinder was hit by several arrows at once and felt a paralyzing effect coming from them stronger than any pain caused by the wounds. Mira raised her shield for protection and tried to take cover between the trees but another attack would follow quickly.
"RANGEND SPELLS!"
Several green colored spells hit Mira at once, worsening the paralyzing feeling in the Barbarians body even more, forcing her to stop any movement and just stand there, helpless and an easy target. She started to realize that her opponents were a lot smarter than she expected. Smart enough to ambush her while she was running towards the obvious trap which she had expected but not an ambush on the way to said trap she would have easily avoided.
"TOUCH SPELLS!"
Several people in scarlet robes ran towards the Champion of Kvatch and they touched her with their palms, sending more paralyzing spells directly into her body. The lady in the legendary armor went onto one knee.
"Argh…. I will…. Slay you all for this…"
The Barbarian fell sideways onto the ground, unable to move after receiving a few more paralyzing touches.
Tazgol threw a fireball into the face of one of her kidnappers, an Argonian female with blue scales. While he was distracted by burning the mage made a dash towards the tree's. She was naked and hoped her bare soles wouldn't step on something sharp during her escape.
"STOP! HER!"
"How did she escape?"
"She opened the collar… Somehow!"
Tazgol clasped her left fist around the Skeleton Key in her hand, a Daedra artefact from Nocturnal. It was an unbreakable lockpick and was able to improve her weak lockpicking abilities considerable from just having it on her person. She was able to hide the lockpick as these villains attacked, paralyzed and undressed her, taking everything, she had with her, even her underwear, leaving her bare, nude and vulnerable. Except said Skeleton Key.
Tazgol turned around and summoned a Dremora who proceeded to attack the pursuing enemies, giving Tazgol a larger advantage. "Keep them away from me as long as you can, Dremora!"
They gave the Orsimer Mage a black collar adorned with gem coves which were filled with magical gems, designed to absorb mana from the wearer and suppress any spells they wearer might want to use.
"You will not escap-" shouted a male Bosmer who armed with a dagger jumped into Tazgols path but was hit by ice to his arms, which froze both arm and dagger and made it impossible for him to use the weapon. Tazgol passed him quickly.
"Need to find Mira, get to safety with her, get clothes, return and destroy these scoundrels."
Tazgol had an easy time to free herself with the Skeleton Key Mira gave her. Mira's security skill was masterful at this point, she could lockpick anything and with no risk of a regular lockpick ever breaking, and was not needing the Skeleton Key.
The naked athletic green-skinned person reached a small hill. She run and jumped onto the top, turned around and unleashed destruction magic on her pursuers.
The mage had been able to hide the Skeleton Key in her hair and use it on her collar as her kidnappers didn't look for a Moment. She unleashed some spells to burn away the rope that had been use to bind her body and to fight her way through her kidnappers before they were able to carry her into a cave.
"Seize her!"
"How can somebody who is naked fight so well?"
"She has nerves of steel."
The truth was that Tazgol was terrified and wondered why these people wanted her captured and naked. And something about them was familiar but she couldn't put her finger on it. She wanted to use another spell as she was hit by one that left her in total darkness. Confused she used the spell that cured diseases, thinking she was blinded but it didn't work. She felt fabric around her and burned it away with fire.
"Did you think th- HURGH!"
The magic-suppressing collar had been thrown and now successfully clacked shut around Tazgol's neck. Tazgol was unable to use more spells and touched the collar in surprise.
"I ne-"
The skeleton lockpick was ripped out of the Ork ladies hand before she was hit with a ranged spell of scarlet red color. A second later she was standing in a scarlet buttonsack lined with 9 buttons from the head area down to the legs. But these buttons were only sewn onto the bag, they didn't keep the bag close, this bag had no opening at all, no way for the content to get out. The buttonsack with no opening started to thrash immediately, bulges appearing everywhere.
"MMMHHHT MHMMM MHT!"
She was helpless, this time she was truly helpless and naked as well, only covered by this bag that only let through some dim light. She tried to rip the bag open with her hands but the material was too strong for her physique.
One of the kidnappers, a person so well cloaked in the scarlet cloak that they weren't able to be identified so easily walked up to the thrashing bag and easily shouldered the sacked Orc. This person wasn't impressed by Tazgols frantic struggles or how her body rubbed against the body of the kidnapper. They just started to transport her to the place she was transported to in the first place before the Mage tried to run away from them.
The cloaked man carrying Tazgol was called Ma'Raska. Underneath the cloak, he had light brown skin and was quite muscular. He was belonging to the Khajiit species. Right now, he was walking to where the Heroine of Kvatch thought she would have been ambushed to see their booty carried there.
"Uhhhh..."
Mira was regaining her consciousness, but couldn't help feeling restricted. She soon found out why. As she looked downwards, she saw rope strapped across her body in the shape of an "X", with her arms tied behind her back, and her legs were tied together. What's more, she was completely naked as well. The Heroine tried to break free of her bindings, but that proved futile and she correctly guessed that her bindings were enchanted. Mira attempted to cast a spell, but any magical effect was also was nullified.
"Your spells are completely neutralized thanks to that collar we put on you," explained a female voice.
Mira looked up to see someone who was wearing a cloak. The female spellcaster bent onto one knee.
"We've stripped you of your clothes and we'll removed any other equipment you had on you. You won't be able to escape us!" promised the cloaked woman with furry.
The Heroine of Kvatch knew that she was in trouble now but she was also angry.
"Where is Tagzol?!" Mira demanded furiously, fighting against her bindings.
"Probably being tied up and sacked right now," replied the cloaked female.
"Make that already tied up and sacked," boomed a new male voice coming from nearby.
Both women turned to another cloaked figure who appeared with a sack slung over his shoulder, the contents of were squirming on said shoulder. He used his free hand to pull his hood backwards, revealing his face.
"M-Ma'Raska!" exclaimed the cloaked woman in nervous surprise before bowing her head to the Khajit.
"At ease! I see you and your platoon have succeeded in your mission. Well done!" lauded Ma'Raska. He looked down on the Heroine before turning back to his colleague. "Where is the rest of your unit?"
"Resting, sir."
The male Khajiit nodded before setting the bagged Tazgol on the ground besides Mira.
"I'll go and tell them that you all can play around with our captives as long as they don't free them by mistake. Meanwhile I'm going to conjure a few beings via spells to help us carry these two to our base."
"Yes, sir!" saluted the robed woman.
With that, Ma'Raska left to tell Mira's other captors the news.
"Do not dare to touch me, you perverted little Mythic Da-" started Mira to angrily threaten as he stopped herself. "Mythic Dawn?! But you were destroyed! I destroyed you! I killed your leader!"
The robed woman, a Dunmer slapped Mira and then shouted in pain, Mira's face was very hard. "OUCH! Yes, you mudcrab, we are Mythic Dawn! You ruined all our plans, Mehrunes Dagon was not able to conquer Nirn and restore the rightful balance!"
Mira shouted back: "Mehrunes Dagon would have only brought death and destruction to Tamriel!"
"He was the savior!" argued the Dunmer loudly back.
"He was a Daedra Prince who wanted to see all of you in hell!"
"You took Mankar Camoran and his paradise from us!"
"It was a hellhole in which the dead Mythic Dawn were forced to fight lesser Daedra for all eternity and were also killed by them. They were probably very happy as I killed Mankar and ended their suffering."
"You are lying!"
Mira smiled, knowing the truth. "You should be thankful. Thanks to me all your friend who died in Mehrunes Dagon's name are now free from torment."
The Dunmer snarled in anger. "When you die your soul will be at the mercy of the Aedra!"
Mira shrugged. "They are nice, I don't mind."
The Dunmer wanted to strike Mira with a daedric mace but the others stopped her before she could hit Mira's head with it. "Let me kill her!"
Mira smiled and tried to wriggle out of her bonds, yet no avail. Her bonds were incredible strong and didn't budge. The enchantment on these ropes was effective and powerful without a doubt. Also, she was naked, something she tried to ignore but it was hard to ignore and crept more and more into her mind.
"Let us play with her now," suggested a male Imperial with a cheeky grin. "I want to feel her body. Like, I want to feel her body a lot."
Mira tried to imagine that she was fully clothed, that she wasn't lying there naked, being there bound helpless. It didn't improve as the harassment started and she felt many, many hands grabbing her naked flesh, touching her unprotected skin, massaging her breasts and even pinching her.
"Stop… No… NO! Please… Not… Touch…. No… Help… HELP!"
But no help came.
"Argh! Careful up there!"
The hole that appeared above Tazgol was immediately filled with another body that was roughly squeezed besides Tazgol's.
"Ouch, that hurts!"
"Sorry, Tazgol…"
"Mira?"
Tazgol felt how the body of her girlfriend besides hers was shivering. Her body felt also rather cold but also shy.
"They touched my body, I am naked and I want to murder them all, they didn't invade my orifices but.. But… BUT… It was so horrible."
Tazgol despite her limited range snuggled closer to Mira and gave her a kiss. "I am here now, don't worry. And… I can't deny…. I mean…. Would you mind that we both wiggle out of these bindings for some sex?"
The Mythic Dawn were still waiting for Ma'Raska as they watched their two captives squirm inside the sack. Then, one of them had an idea.
"Say, why don't we see if one of us can pick up those two on our own?" one of the female Mythic Dawn guards suggested.
The others didn't mind the idea, but they were sure it would be easy. Individually, they were sure they could carry the orc mage without difficulty, but it took three of them to lift up and carry the muscular Heroine who added a lot more weight to the bag. The one who suggested the idea walked up to the sack, bent on both knees, and carefully slid her hands under the sack.
"1, 2, 3, heave-ho!"
Sadly, (for her) she barely got both captives off the ground. The woman tried again a few more times before admitting defeat. It was the same with her fellow Mythic Dawn cultists, although some couldn't do it at all the two captured women were just too heavy for them. Just then, Ma'Raska's voice could be heard once again.
"I'm finished! Bring forth the prisoners!"
With that, four cloaked members worked together to lift the sacked duo up and carried them while the others followed suit. When the Mythic Dawn members got to Ma'Raska, they saw several magic runes he had painted onto the ground. They then looked to the male Khajiit for orders and he directed them to the center of the magic runes. With a verbal chant, Ma"Raska, his companions and their sacked prisoners were teleported elsewhere.
"Mira…"
"No, Tazgol!"
"Mira…"
"NO!"
Tazgol snuggled deeper into Mira. "Please…"
"This is not the right time!"
"Only, a little bit of sex. I am so horny right now, I don't know why, PLEASE!"
"We are being kidnapped by the Mythic Dawn! They stuffed us naked into a bag together!"
Despite her protests Mira's voice started to become slower and calmer. She remembered that she was naked and that thought weakened her spirit considerably. Tazgol took the opportunity to enforce her dominance over Mira because her newly found fetish drove her mad with lust. The heat, the limited space, her and Mira's body pressed together and the danger of the situation drove Tazgol's wish for some unusual and incredible sex.
"I know Mira, but I can't hold myself back!" shouted Tazgol.
Mira was very submissive when it came to the intimate part of their relationship with Tazgol. Everything was consensual but Tazgol was usually in control, a very tender control but control nonetheless. She knew how she had to touch Mira, how to talk to her, how to kiss her to keep the Altmerian Barbarian submissive.
"Tazgol, I… I…" Mira shrunk even further as Tazgol started to grind her naked body against the one of Mira. "I… I… Oh, yes… No, I… STOP!"
Mira pushed Tazgol of her with a sudden jerking move of her strong body. She looked at the Orc with a very disapproving look.
"I would love some sex myself now but we are compromised, captured, naked, bound and bagged."
Tazgol took several deep breaths, calming down slowly in response to what Mira was saying. "Yes. You are right my beloved Barbarian. I am sorry, this is the absolute wrong time for any erotic."
The Mystic Dawn had dropped off Tazgol and Mira in a cell, along with their other captives. Some, including Ma'Raska, went to prepare the final touches for their sacrificial altar. The rest had either the option to stand on guard or wait until they were ordered to bring the prisoners to the altar.
"You know, it's almost sad that we are going to sacrifice these people," one of the female members said. "I wouldn't mind keeping one of them for myself."
"I get it," agreed another. "Having a few servants to do our whims sounds enticing."
Others pitched into the conversation with their own ideas. However, one opinion blew the others away.
"Well, seeing that Herione of Kvatch and her little witch friend in that bag makes me wonder what they're doing in there. Maybe, they're having sex."
The Mythic Dawn members looked at the female colleague that voiced such a thought with interest and some grins.
"Alright, maybe it's a little presumptuous, but it doesn't hurt to fantasize."
"If that's what you think, why don't you go and check on those two right now?" asked one male member, a Bosmer.
The female, thought for a moment about this before agreeing to it.
The female in question a Imperial of average height walked slowly over to the bag which contained her enemies. She poked some of the bulges which moved a bit in response. "You are still awake in there, aren't you? Come, don't be shy."
"LHMP MHS MHLNE!", came some words out of the bag, dampened by the material. "BHSTHRDS!"
"I think they don't like us," suspected the red-haired Imperial. "But we don't like them either. The Barbarian Mira ruined our plans and she deserves to be sacrificed naked for it. Can you hear me? You will not wear any clothes when you die you heathen!"
"GRMPFH!"
"Not a fan of nudity?" The Imperial woman laughed evilly. "You are worthy of the worst!"
The bag started to bulge and struggle harder now accompanied by even louder insults and screams. Parts of the bodies of Mira and Tazgol outlined a few times through the fabric. The imperial lady with golden eyes kneeled down and grabbed both forms and started to massage them. "But your bodies feel good, even through this fabric! You have something for you going, you scoundrels."
More of the mythic dawn came over to grab the bodies of the two people through the fabric. They all wanted to get a good feel on the two and torture them a little before they would get sacrificed, they wanted to torture Mira especially.
"We will soon be ready, but before you go into the afterlife you will get to know your fellow sacrifices."
"Here, new cellmates for you!"
The buttonbag was thrown into a cell that already was occupied and began thrashing especially aggressive in response to that throw.
"One of the two people in there is really famous," explained the red-headed Imperial. "But you will only see them shortly before we all sacrifice you, to Mehrunes Dagon, Prince of Destruction! AH, HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!"
The imperial and their friends left the imprisoned people alone while mocking laughter continued to came from them and quickly grow quieter.
The prisoners looked at the bag, unsure what to do with it. Nobody dared to say a word until the bag started to move again. This time however the movement was a lot more methodical. The bulges didn't appear and move around wildly but in a slower and calmer way instead.
RIIIIIP!
The bag was ripped open and two strong muscular arms came out of the opening. This was followed by the body of a very naked and very muscular Altmer woman with dark skin.
"Well, time to fl- EEEEEP!"
Mira retreated bag into the bag immediately. A few seconds later Tazgol squeezed herself out of the bag less concerned with her own nudity in contrast to Mira. "Stop being so embarrassed about your own nudity. Sorry guys, my girlfriend hates being seen naked by others."
Tazgol observed her new surroundings. Around here, in this prison were many other prisoners. Very naked prisoners. Female and male prisoners, a large mix of all species of Tamriel, in all colors, heights, shapes and forms. Some of these captives stood freely but naked in the same or other cells, others were hanging from their bound wrists and from the ceiling, their ankles bound together as well, others hanging from their ankles instead with their wrists bound together on their backs, some other prisoners were stuffed into nets, either alone, in pairs or with some other naked people, people sitting on the ground, bound with rope and leaning with their back against the walls, some were laying on the ground and were bound into hogties and some others were stuffed into regular bags who hung from the ceiling, moving around slightly from time to time, making bulges and/or outlines.
"So… This is not by any chance a very popular BDSM Dungeon?" asked Tazgol the fellow prisoners with a smile that was supposed to be charming but looked really forced to the naked prisoners.
The Heroine of Kvatch slowly came out of the sack, covering her breasts and crotch with both arms. Some of the other prisoners couldn't help, but look in awe at her muscular beauty.
"Wait!" one of the captives cried. "You're Mira, the Heroine and Champion of Kvatch!"
"Yes, we're saved!" said another, a Dunmer woman.
"Please! Please, help us!" came a third cry, from a female Nord.
Mira looked at the other prisoners and courage enflamed inside of her. Seeing these people's eyes begging to be saved made her forget about being exposed. The muscular heroine turned to Tazgol, who smiled in returned.
"Okay, everyone, quiet down!" Mira ordered. She then walked to one of prisoners that was hogtied, and with just her strength, began to untie the rope. "I'm going to free you all, but we need to be quieter and work together. Those of you that aren't trapped within bondage can work together to free those that are. Tazgol, can you help them?"
"Of course, my love!" the orc mage replied. She kissed Mira's left cheek before getting to work.
"Um, excuse me," called one of the prisoners (female Orsimer) trapped in a net. "How were you able to break free?"
Mira looked to her and answered, "I used brute force to break free of the enchanted ropes around me. Then, I proceeded to rip through the sack, also with the use of raw strength."
Mira freed the captive she was working on before going to aid the others with freeing the rest.
"Although, in this position it's gonna take some thinking to outsmart the Mythic Dawn."
Tazgol who also tried to free a captive suggested: "We can trick them if they think you are still vulnerable, Mira. We just need to prepare a good trap."
"There is no crate I can hide in," noticed Mira. "I wouldn't be surprised if some of the prisoners here were transported here in crates."
"Yes, we were," admitted a small Khajiit lady with many scars over her entire naked body. She looked like somebody who survived many hard battles. In contrast to Mira, she was not shy about her nudity. "But none of these crates are here."
Mira looked around once more, trying to avoid to look at the naked body of anyone. "I see no place to hide. I see no place from where I could ambush. I see no way to get out of his cell, especially with the Skeleton Key missing."
A naked male Orsimer stepped fourth, covering his private parts with his hands. He looked uncomfortable and fearful. "Can't you hide behind us?"
Mira thought about this option for a Moment but shook her head in the end. "No, that wouldn't work. They would notice if you all huddle in a certain way and in a certain spot and they would be prepared for a trap then."
Mira finally managed to free another prisoner from her bindings. The freed woman, a Redguard stretched her naked body extensively. "Thank you, Champion. Maybe we can rush them?"
Mira thought about this hard but then said: "Not the best idea either. If they manage to shout loud enough while we overwhelm one or two guards the rest of the Mythic Dawn might hear us and then they will come at us in large numbers."
Tazgol looked around as well to find a solution. Then her view fell back upon the bag she and Mira had been stuffed in together and she got a idea.
"Hey, what are you sacrifices doing in there?!"
The prisoners in the cell Tazgol and Mira were thrown into were all free and were pulling at an iron bar of the cell. They shouted together: "Pull… PULL…!"
The Guard opened the door, sword in hand. "Stop this right now or I stab you."
The Prisoners ignored the guard and continued, shouting even louder than before: "PULL, PULL!"
The guard, a female Orsimer walked quickly towards the prisoners, stepped over the full sack in which they stuffed the Champion of Kvatch and her wizard friend the guards and raised her sword threateningly. "STOP OR-"
Mira grabbed the guard from behind, right hand of her mouth and kept it closed and used her other hand to wrap around her sword hand. Mira's body was coming out the hole she had made in the bag, a hole that had been directed to the ground so it couldn't be spotted so easily, not visible before but now it was.
"Give up, I have wrestled with Dremora, battle-hardened Dremora, you are just a mudcrab for me."
The Orsimer of the Mythic Dawn still tried to escape or scream for help but neither worked out. She was pulled to the ground by Mira.
"I wonder if you like to be naked and in bondage yourself, you Mythic Yarn."
"Here. I think you need this more than I do."
"Yes! Thank you!"
After stripping the Orsimer member of the Mythic Dawn naked and tying her up, Mira initially considered using the clothes for herself. However, she saw one of the female prisoners curled up, and she was shaking. The Heroine of Kvatch took pity on said prisoner, undid her bonds, and offered her the clothes instead. Tazgol could only smile at her partner's generosity.
"Alright, let's try this again," Mira declared. "At least until we catch a guard with the Skeleton Key or find it somewhere else."
"Mira, they might keep all our gear at one place," suggested Tazgol. "Why would a single individual Mythic Dawn member hold on to the Skeleton Key?"
"Then search the place they have to keep our stuff somewhere," was Mira's new plan. "We just have to be careful not to alarm the entire base or this escape attempt will end in recapture. Take out guards quietly and get their weapons and clothing."
One of the prisoners, a smaller male Altmer with red hair, hiding his private part behind his hands and arms as good as he could asked: "What can we do to help?"
"Who of you knows how to fight?" asked Mira. "With bow, sword, magic, axe, hand-to-hand doesn't matter, if you can fight you are good. Just hold up your hands."
Only a few of the prisoners raised their hands. The Mythic Dawn preferred easy prey, if possible, Mira knew that. Going after Emperor Uriel Septim VII was only done out of necessity. Though Mira didn't think of them as cowards either, Mehrunes Dagon was somebody who didn't shy away from fighting the strong.
"Follow me," ordered Mira. "We didn't lose Emperor Martin to these assholes so they can sacrifice any more innocent people."
Mira grabbed an Imperial male from behind, her strong arm wrapped around his neck and choked him until he fell unconscious. He was quickly relieved of his clothing to give it to one of the captured and naked civilians. The Barbarian kept his sword.
"We need to make sure they can't move or shout for help after waking up," advised Tazgol Mira. "I and the others found buttonbags, like the one we two got stuffed into earlier. They would be perfect to contain our enemy."
"Good idea Tazgol. The civilians can help you with the bagging."
Tazgol and the civilians took the buttonbags who are laying around and carefully inserted the naked captured Mythic Dawn followers into them. They would be quickly sealed into the fabrics via the buttons being closed, only subtle hints of their forms outlining through the material was revealing the contents of the sacks if somebody was just looking at them a bit closer.
Tazgol enjoyed the task, manhandling so many naked bodies was very arousing and it was even more arousing to put them into this special form of bondage that hides their naked bodies but in a way that was thrilling and sexy in a special way. Bagged bodies not visible, forced into a prison that wasn't hard but soft, yet able to contain the people inside of it. The prison would move with them, their bodies not bound directly but limited in movement and free space by that soft container. The movement of their bodies could be either subtle through just bulges or more direct through a clearer outlining of the captured people's shapes, forms and bodies. Muffled noises and muffled shouts were also an element of sex-appeal of this unusual fetish Tazgol has discovered for herself. The Orsimer mage had to keep herself from taking the filled buttonbags and start to cuddle them at one point, but knowing of the current dangerous situation kept her in line and continue her actual task. Cuddling the filled bags would come later.
After ambushing, knocking out and sacking more members of the Mythic Dawn, the escapees arrived at two rather large doors. The Heroine of Kvatch signaled for the others to listen to her.
"Alright, me and some of the fighters are going to check ahead. Tazgol, you and everyone else will stay behind unless called or if something happens," ordered Mira.
Everyone agreed and Mira slowly pulled the door open.
Behind the door was the armory of the Mythic Dawn, a room full of racks filled with armor, weapons and other items. That included the weaponry and armor of the Champion and her companion.
"Quick, everyone get some clothes!" ordered Mira happily.
"We all have clothes by now," noticed a female Redguard. "The only two naked people left are you Champion and your Ork Mage friend. We others got clothes from you via the defeated Mythic Dawn guards."
"Then we better get dressed," announced Tazgol and reached out for her gear. "Mira, check if the Skeleton Key is stored there among our other stuff."
"Of course, I will make it quick," promised the naked Barbarian. "Let's see, there is the Mace of Molag Bal, Volendrung, the Mask of Clavicus Vile, the Saviour's Hide, the Spell Breaker shield, the Gray Cowl of Nocturnal, Ring of Khajiiti, the Ring of Namira, the Sanguine Rose, the Skull of Corruption, the Wabbajack, Azura's Star, the Oghma Infinium, the-"
"STOP RIGHT THERE CRIMINAL SCUM!"
Mira grabbed the Mace of Molag Bal and threw it at the Mythic Dawn member who just surprised them. It hit this hooded enemies head, knocking them out instantly.
"No, you stop. Criminal scum."
"Nice throw, Mira," congratulated the naked Orc the naked Elf. "Now, take your-"
"HELP!"
Mira immediately ran towards the scream, she knew this kind of scream, like any proper hero did. She reached a window carved from the stone and looked through it to the source of the scream. The warrior observed a scene she saw once before. Not the same room, not the same place, not the same people but the same motive.
A male Imperial with black skin, completely naked was laying on an altar. Left to his head lay a sponge and piece of cloth lay loosely around his neck. "HELP!" he screamed again. "SOMEBODY HELP ME!"
"Nobody is coming to help you, worshipper of the fake gods."
Ma'Raska was standing besides the naked man with a dagger in his hands. In the Cult Leaders other hand was a first volume of the Commentaries on the Mysterium Xarxes.
Then a new voice sounded their displeasure. "Let him go you bastards!"
A few feet behind Ma'Raska were two of her underlings who were trying to keep another naked prisoner under control. This one was a female Argonian, mostly red scales with some orange spots on her back. Her expression was of pure anger and she tried every move her body was able to perform to escape the two henchman holding her in place.
"He will not go and you will follow him soon," promised the evil Ma'Raska stoically, concentrating on the ritual. "Sacrificing you two to Mehrunes Dagon will strengthen our Lord again, so that he will raise again… After several thousand more sacrifices. Many more probably. Martin really did a number on him. That stupid regal bastard, he ruined everything, I wish I could sacrifice him instead. But you two will do for now. You, the female Argonian who is a Captain in the army of the city of Anvil and her husband the male Imperial Battlemage."
"I WILL KILL YOU!", shouted the Argonian as loud as she could. "LET US GO OR I WILL KILL YOU!"
The muscular Khajiit with brown fur and local leader of the Mythic Dawn raised his dagger. "You first."
Ma'Raskas dagger-holding hand was cut of via sword. He looked at the wound with stoicism for several seconds. "Kill her," was the only thing he eventually said in regards to Mira's attack.
Mira, without thinking about it decided to jump down, only the sword she stole from a guard in hand and still not wearing any clothes, facing dozens of Mythic Dawn. "I will not let you kill any more people," promised Mira. "Surrender or die.
The Argonian took the opportunity and bit hard into the throat of one of the two guards who hold her in place, ready to massacre these scoundrels who want to sacrifice her husband.
Somebody heard the guard shouting forcing Tazgol to take care of the incoming reinforcements.
Mira and her group were giving about everything they had against Ma'Raska and his followers. With spells, weapons, and hand-to-hand combat, the battle was a stalemate. Tazgol and the other prisoners stayed behind as instructed.
"HHmmph! HHHmmmpphh!" screamed a captured guard who was buttonsacked.
"Oh quiet, you!" the orc mage sharply whispered.
However, it was too late. Two more Mythic Dawn guards had heard their comrade's muffled screams and went to investigate. They saw the escaped captives, many of them wearing the Mythic Dawn robes.
"Halt, you heathens!" one of reinforcements demanded.
However, the guards weren't expecting to be tackled by said prisoners, let alone them starting to force them into sacks. Tazgol and three of the other escapees had successfully rushed the two guards, overpowered them, and stripped them of their robes before sacking the now naked enemies. To Tazgol's surprise and delight, the guard she helped pin down had the Skeleton Key with her.
"Alright!" the orc mage cheered after taking the Key from the defeated enemy.
With the Skeleton Key finally in her possession, Tazgol could finally remove the collar and let herself loose.
"Ready to be send to Mankar Camoran's Paradise? Oh, wait my girlfriend destroyed that one already and I doubt Mehrunes Dagon will allow losers like you to enter his realm anyway."
The Mythic Dawn reacted as expected to this: With a lot of angry screams and starting their attack against the naked Orsimer. She in turn created lighting in her hand and unleashed it against her enemies. Several were hit by the electric discharge and immediately shuddered by the touch of powerful electricity, some of them unable to stay on their feet. The Mythic Dawn were taken aback for a Moment before trying to encircle the naked Tazgol. Tazgol countered that with summoning a Dremora.
"Dremora, give me cover," ordered the mage her summon. "Help me to bring down these fanatics."
The Dremora did so, keeping the enemy away from his summoner while she prepared to use frost magic next to slow down enemies that came rushing at her. Forming snowflakes between her hands, targeting a Altmer coming at her with a sword and she slowed her down massively with a blast of freezing cold. That was even enough to freeze the enemy in their tracks and made her wide open for attack in form of a fireball. In combination with the freezing magic used on the enemy Altmer leading to her getting freezer burn and regular burn at once. Tazgol didn't also just stood there she was moving, slinging spells, attacking, defending, dodging attacks and taunting the enemy.
"You are more like followers of Dibella than the one of Mehrunes Dagon. But you are not lovely like them, you are as bad at fighting as they are but they have the excuse of not wanting to fight if they can avoid it. Also Dibella can drink more than Mehrunes Dagon, a lot more."
Tazgol didn't expect a lot from this taunt, so she didn't forsaw a madly screaming Khajiit coming at her, with a gigantic Morningstar in hands. His face expressed pure rage and his intention for murder was made very clear as he shouted: "YOU SAY THAT LORD DAGON WOULDN'T WIN IN A DRINING CONTEST AGAINST DIBELLA?! YOU MUST DIE!"
Tazgol was almost hit by this crazed guy and tried to stop him with a weapon disintegration spell. His weapon didn't break immediately, so Tazgol had to sling a few more of these spells before the weapon would finally break apart.
"I have enough of you," announced Tazgol and a second later a mangled body was thrown through one of the windows between Tazgol, her Dremora and the Mythic Dawn. The Mythic Dawn looked with shock and horror at the still living body before them, while Tazgol took the opportunity to prepare an especially destructive spell she quickly unleashed on the stunned Cultists.
Below at the sacrificial altar the situation was very bloody. Mira was also covered in blood and grinning like a maniac. She loved good combat and this was great combat! These fanatics weren't good at fighting but they were passionate to fight for their god. Mira was reminded about the time she was in the middle of the Battle of Kvatch and fought so many Daedra, she thought it would never end. She didn't knew how many she slew that day but she remembered the adrenaline, the hyper awareness, the clash of metal, the slicing of flesh, the cracking of bones, the tearing of sines and the smashing of heads.
Mira was ecstatic, she could continue fighting like this the entire day but she couldn't. The enemies were all defeated. None of them were standing anymore. They were all either knocked out, covering in fear, dead, bleeding out or were writhing in pain.
"Victory! Except if there is an especially strong enemy still left to fight?"
Mira searched every room of this hideout but found no more enemies anywhere.
"Well, time to wrap this up."
"No, NO!"
Mira (dressed in her gear again) stuffed a very naked and slim female Imperial into a bag with other Mythic Dawn cultists. The bag in question was already filled with many other females of different races, all followers of Mehrunes Dagon and all of them very naked, very defeated and very unhappy.
"So, he is alive again, and she too and this lady too and…"
Tazgol was also not naked anymore and instead was bringing killed enemies back to live. It was an easy task for her because she and Mira only targeted parts of their enemies' bodies which were easy enough to repair and heal afterwards. None of the two wanted to kill their enemies anymore, not since the end of the Oblivion crisis. They decided that they would prefer to capture the enemy alive instead of just killing them. Instead they would bring their defeated foes to the dungeons of the castles of the different cities of Cyrodiil.
"Tazgol, how is it going?"
"Excellent Honey," answered the Orc mage her girlfriend. Tazgol brought back to life a Argonian male who was surprised about being naked, alive and about to be bagged. "Hey, don't worry you will like it in prison. All your friends will be there and you can talk about the Daedra all day long with them." With those words the Argonian was stuffed into the bag, too surprised to really put up a fight. He found himself with many more of his male comrades in a kidnapping bag of the Mythic Dawn, his own cult.
"And how are the freed people doing?" asked Mira and looked over to them. They found the clothing the Mythic Dawn took from them and dressed themselves, afterwards they helped with taking the Mythic Dawn prisoner via using their own bags on them and they also helped the two heroines with plundering this Mythic Dawn dungeon.
A female Mythic Dawn who was being undressed by Mira shouted: "Help, Mehrunes Dagon! Send your Dremora to rescue us and smite these heathens who dared to attack, undress and bag us!"
Mira answered her prayers via grabbing the complaining Imperial redhead female, threw the naked lady into the air and let her fall into the open maw of the bag she was holding and filling right now. A bag which was already bulging, squirming and moving because of the many, MANY female bodies already inside of it. Voices which were mewling, growling, shouting, whimpering, pleading and threatening. The sack, lying on the ground presented moving bulges, outlines of female forms, a surprisingly haunting view but also an alluring sight for certain people. Mira couldn't help herself and touched the bag, stroking over the bulges, poking the outlines of female body parts, grabbing the entire bag and hugging it. She felt the Movement, the felt the women, she felt these different types of bodies and she felt the urge to get naked again and join the naked females in the bag.
"Tazgol, I want us both naked in a bag together again. NO… Later."
The other freed prisoners who heard this looked at Mira with "are you serious" expressions. Mira in turn blushed a bit and stopped to play around with the bag. "We talk later Tazgol."
Tazgol had no problem entertaining herself with poking and patting the bags. She could only imagine the fun she and her partner will have after they drop off the Mythic Dawn and return to one of their houses. Being pressed against Mira in the same sack really put the orc mage in a mood. It was also satisfying to have the Mythic Dawn members on the receiving end of being sacked and helpless. Tazgol was indeed thankful that things turned out the way they did. A worse thought than being killed would have been used as sex slaves by the Mythic Dawn. Regardless, the worst possible outcome didn't happen, and Tazgol was looking forward to a heated night with her lover. The orc mage stopped poking the captives in the large sack and stared at the back of Mira, who right now was carrying another sack full of Mythic Dawn.
The transport to the capital of Cyrodiil and of all of Tamriel was an uneventful one. Nobody attacked them, nobody wanted anything from them, indeed they didn't run into anyone. The freed people stayed behind at the Dungeon to organize their return to their respective homes and to make sure that no member of the Mythic Dawn was still hiding somewhere in their hideout.
The captured opponents of the Champion of Kvatch were still in the bags. Bags who were not just carried by Mira but also by several summoned creatures, conjured by Tazgol, There was a Clannfear carrying a bag with four females, a Daedroth carrying a bag with five males, a Dremora that was carrying four struggling buttonsacks under his arms, filled with four different people, a headless zombie was carrying a sole struggling buttonbag and so on, and so on with more summons who carried even more captured members of the Mythic Dawn.
"Tazgol, why didn't we hire a transportation service to help us with this?" asked Mira. "I know you can summon enough creatures to carry all these villains with ease but it is still draining on you to keep them all summoned. Do you think you can make it?"
Tazgol nodded. "Yes, because I want to look at these struggling, bagged, naked people who did the same to us. I want to look at them in their sexy predicament and then have sex with you, Mira. Sex in one of these sacks, love in one of these bags."
Mira looked over to one of the larger struggling bag in the arms of a summoned Golden Saint. This one was filled with ten females, one from each race of Tamriel. Bulging, mewling, shouting, fighting, moving, sulking, kicking, punching, thrusting, squeezing, shifting, stretching, shuffling and struggling inside their containment.
"You know, I wouldn't do this, usually, but with them having kidnapped us, undressed us, bagged us, tried to sacrifice us, tried to kill many more undressed people, follow a god who wants to kill us all, helped the god to kill us all, even wanted to still help that god when his plan was absolutely ruined this is why I say: Lets do it."
Bags, sacks, buttonsacks and buttonbags hung from the branches, all moving, all filled like before by the same Mythic Dawn members, the same people, the same genders, the same appearances, the same predicament, the same nudity, the same bagging, the same struggling and the same outlining and bulging.
Mira and Tazgol were both naked and facing each other. Mira hold a buttonsack in her hands, a orange one.
"Ready?" asked Tazgol? "You don't have to do this."
"Don't worry love, I want this too."
"Excellent, then let me prepare everything with a few spells."
Tazgol began to recite a few spells, enchanting the bag making it hover in the air and the buttons opened itself. Mira took Tazgols hand and guided her into the opening of the bag. Both looked around, watching how the sacks and bags around them continued too bulge, outline, struggle and fight against their predicament. Another spell of Tazgol made one button after another close around the two naked women. Mira was a bit nervous but a kiss from Tazgol lessened her fears around trying this fetish in a safer environment. As the buttons came closer to fully closing the bag The two women embraced each other.
"I love you, Tazgol."
"I love you too, Mira."
The buttons let the feet vanish behind the fabric, then the legs, followed by the bottoms, hips, bellies, arms, shoulders, neck, faces, hair, heads and in the end both bodies were hidden behind the bag material, sealed in by buttons.
"Now for the final touch."
Tazgol spoke another spell and this time the buttonbag started to float into the air and through the use of a little loop at the top of the buttonsack it hung itself onto a small but sturdy branch who it then proceeded to hang. There the two would relax a bit first and then start to kiss. They kissed like the lovers they were, they touched each other like the two lovebirds they are, they embraced each other like Dibella was embracing anyone she loved. Mira and Tazgol were happy as they started with a unification, unification so passionate they forgot everything else.
So, we told you a story of love, kidnapping, danger, nudity, people sacrifice, shame, loss, triumph and insecurity about how deadly the fighting should be.
This was a tale of the Champion of Kvatch, one of many. Not the first, not the last. Not the best but not the worst either. Many things happen in Tamriel, not just to the great heroes. Suffice to say Mira's story continued after the defeat of Mehrunes Dagon and another clash with the Mythic Dawn.
Maybe more stories will appear of Mira having bondage adventures or maybe more regular Adventures.
One thing is clear: Bag & Sack DiD is a supreme form of bondage and it makes the life of a legendary heroine a lot more interesting.
END
We are finished.
This was a remake of story by Nabville set in the game of "Oblivion" those name I sadly forgot since Nabville deleted the account and all his stories with them. I also lost my backups of most of these stories sadly and I doubt I get them back. Remaking them seems to be the most logical choice to me. At least one way to keep up the memory of his beautiful stories I so much adored and still adore.
Nabville in case you read this: Please return. Or reupload at the very least all your stories. I miss you and your work.
Superkes from DeviantArt came up with the title and he was the Co-Author, he was a big help, is a good author and a good friend
Until next time!