AUTHOR'S NOTES:

This chapter is why I have a Rape/ Non Consent warning on this story. If you would prefer not to read that you can skip the bottom and I'll have a short non graphic summary so you can keep up with story. DEAD DOVE DO NOT EAT

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Nearly two hours had passed and dusk had started to show its face. The forsworn had now grabbed everyone they left alive and tied them together in chain gangs of ten and they all lined them up in the street. They were being told to wait but had no idea what for. The forsworn patrolled and beat anyone who attempted to move from their positions.

From the east side of the city Casix slowly and proudly rode the streets on his horse.. He had a blonde woman with a hood over her head tied to a chain he was holding following him on foot. Behind him was the Former Thalmor Militia. They all walked proudly themselves as their horses pulled a carriage. In this carriage was Vhornyak tied standing up to a post. He was barely hanging onto his life as the carriage bounced his body, parading his capture for the citizens.

No one spoke a word as they watched their cities symbol of strength suffer. A few small sniffles could be heard as they passed but any outbursts were quickly treated with violence by the forsworn.

They all turned and headed south down the main road until they stopped right between where the tavern and longhouse used to stand on each side. Casix stepped from his horse and the militia stopped and removed Vhornyak from

His display. They then laid him down in the carriage and put a cloth covering over him and took the post off and laid it in the street.

"Take him to my cook. He will be drained and butchered. Tonight you feast on justice." He said.

The militia all nodded and jeered as and began to shake the carriage Vhornyak was in, insulting and taunting him.

The forsworn began taking the groups of men and herded them around Casix as he dismounted his horse and took Vhornyak's hammer and slung it over his shoulder. Several of the forsworn men stood behind Casix and then Aratore was brought out into the streets with his hood still on and his hands tied behind his back as a large log was rolled into the streets.

Casix reached onto his horse and grabbed a cloth sack and a long metal stick with a branding iron on the end. He laid the brand in the coals of what was once the tavern. He then pulled his blonde prisoner over to Aratore and ripped the hood from her head, revealing Trish. The men behind Casix stated to move in closer behind him as Aratore's hood was pulled off.

"Trish!" He immediately exclaimed as she was the first thing he saw.

"That's what I thought." Casix said as he violently pulled the chain he had around Trish and yanked her behind him into his men. The men immediately grabbed her and ripped her clothing off and then grabbed her arms and legs and held her in place.

Aratore instinctively and foolishly ran after her as if he could do anything. Casix stuck his foot out and tripped Aratore who landed on his face since his hands were tied behind his back. Casix grabbed him by his hair and forced him back up to his feet. He walked a circle around Aratore as if he was inspecting him.

He reached out and touched Aratore's pendant and rubbed his fingers along the design.

"I'll let you keep this. A nice reminder of a life that once was. With your old masters."

Casix then reached into the bag he retrieved from his horse and pulled out Aratore's bow and held it up to him.

"My spies have heard much about you and your archery skills. They say you never miss. With a bow like this I'm inclined to believe them."

He then laid it on the ground in front of Aratore.

"You don't seem stupid. That means you must really love her, To race after her with your hands tied behind you like that. You showed too much emotion. Your old masters should have taught you better."

"I have no masters" Aratore snapped at him.

"Only because they're gone." Casix responded

"You're lying" Aratore said to him.

Casix reached back into his bag and pulled out Vhornyak's gauntlet with the hand and part of his arm still attached to it. Aratore eyes widened in horror as he stared at the bloody armored limb in front of him.

Casix took the hand and threw it towards the towards the rubble. Intending to throw it in the fire from the tavern but missed and the arm hit the ground behind it. With all eyes on Casix and Aratore, Mud was able to sneak up to the limb. He sniffed it and wagged his tail in excitement and picked it up in his mouth and scurried away. He went between several buildings and found no humans were paying attention to him. He walked right up to the carriage Vhornyak was laid in and jumped in the back under the covers with him.

Casix turned to his men holding Trish and waved for them to bring her close. As he did so Aratore could hear the log that was placed in the streets earlier being rolled right up behind him then two who were rolling the log came up behind Aratore and both held one of his arms to keep him from moving.

Trish had been crying the entire time of her humiliation. In her mind she knew that being stripped in front of hundreds of people was not the worst thing she was probably about to go through. She had internally accepted she would be defiled. One of them grabbed the chain around her neck and roughly pulled her back to Casix as several followed them.

They sat her down in front of the log as one of them held her arms back behind her. Putting her chest on full display. She was almost relieved as she realized they didn't put her in a position to do what she thought they would. Any relief was quickly diminished as Casix went and retrieved his brand from the coals. The brand didn't have much to it. A simple X, just like his tattoos.

With no words of warning he jammed the brand on her chest just above her left breast.

She let out a blood curdling scream and Aratore tried desperately to escape his bindings. Several cries and gasps could be heard from the unwillingly onlookers as Casix seared the young woman's skin.

Casix then put his hand on Aratore's pendant again.

"The orc is good as dead, the Imperial lies in the rubble and your Jarl Has abandoned you. I guess that makes you king now doesn't it?"

As he said that Aratore was dragged to the other side of the log. They kicked him down into his knees and bent him over the log. They then placed the rope over over his mouth and tied the other end to the bindings in his hands. Forcing his head up to look straight ahead of him. They moved Trish and made her get on her knees with her face right in front of Aratore's. They held her down and forced her head up

To look back at him. He could smell her burning flesh as she began to cry hysterically again.

"If she tries to close her eyes. Remove her eye lids. If she speaks remove her tongue." Casix said as he took his brand and went around the log behind Aratore.

Casix then pulled Aratore's pants down from his waists to his knees exposing his buttocks. He could feel Casix behind him but was confused when he saw Casix lay the hot brand down next to Aratore's face.

Trish face sunk as she could see Casix remove the bones crotch piece of his armor. Aratore felt two hands on his hips and then a slight pressure on his anus. Then with one thrust of his hips Aratore let out an inhuman wale as Casix penetrated him.

Trish took her eyes away from Casix and onto Aratore. Each thrust of Casix hips was more and more forceful as Aratore let out an uncontrollable pained groan each time. The crowd was in shock and were completely dumbfounded. No one dared speak or move. The only noises that could be heard were the sounds of Aratore's cries and the distinct sound of skin slapping.

Casix was relentless and was clearly trying to cause Aratore as much pain as possible until finally with one final powerful thrust Casix groaned and lied still. He leaned over Aratore's body and whispered in his ear.

"I'm your king now boy"

Casix then pulled himself out of Aratore. His penis was covered in blood and fecal matter that he crudely wiped off with his hand and then rubbed it on Aratore's face. With no other words Casix and his men walked away, dropping Trish's chain and left them both in the middle of the street for everyone to silently gawk. No one would dare step up to help them.

They both remained in a state of shock for what seemed to them like hours but was in reality less than a minute. Trish finally found her mind again and removed the chain around her neck and then was able to untie the rope through Aratore's mouth but the knots on his wrist were too tight.

"It's over baby, it's over" she said to him between her sobs.

He welcomed her embrace but laid his head on her shoulder and just stared emptily at his bow lying in the ground in front of him. His mind and body felt disconnected to eachother. He couldn't speak and could barely think. He just felt empty.

Casix paced around the onlookers while everyone watched him. Still afraid to try and move, especially now as they did not want the same treatment as Aratore.

"Your protectors are no more. This hold is mine. The city is mine, the wilds are mine and the coast is mine. You no longer belong to Skyrim, you no longer belong to the Empire. You belong to me. Your men and woman will be my slaves. Your sons will be my soldiers and your daughters will be my mares.

We will lay our heads in your homes, we will devour your livestock and drink your wine. Your new lives begin and they belong to me." Casix yelled at the crowds of people.

Trish was scared of what came next as the forsworn seemed to ignore them now as they began to again herd the chain gangs of citizens away from the road.

Everyone again was stopped in their tracks as they heard a loud trumpeting sound from a short distant down the main road. The trumpeting sound went off again but noticeable louder.

"What now?" Aratore finally spoke.

"Help" Trish said as she wiped the tears from her face.

"Help is finally here."

Casix shows off Vhorynak's arm, brands Trish and then rapes Aratore.