The Slave Life of the Dragonborn

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Prologue

Dark Video

"Vigina? Lord Greymane, there have been more than seven disappearances in Whiterun in the past two weeks.
Why haven't the guards taken any action? Even my squire in Whiterun, Lydia, has vanished! If
it weren't for Idoraf the War Maniac being driven to desperation by the guards' laziness and writing to me to ask me to find his missing son
, Ras, I would find it hard to believe that the security in Whiterun has deteriorated to this extent!"

In the hall of Dragonsreach Palace, the black-haired dragon-blooded noblewoman, Akavir, still exuded her heroic spirit. Her elegant Leonie
gilded leather light armor encased her curvaceous figure, and her fair face, adorned with the delicate
features , was now twisted with rage.

A dragon-blooded noblewoman, and a native squire assigned to remain in her territory by a nominal noble of Whiterun, had vanished without a trace,
and the investigation had made no progress. Such a thing was utterly absurd to anyone.

Looking at the nonchalant old man on the throne, Yue Qingcheng could hardly believe that this was the same person
who had replaced the former lord, Balgruf, as the lord of Whiterun.

"Ha, the War Maniacs, good riddance. Saves me the trouble of personally eliminating them,"

the old lord yawned, uttering this astonishing statement.

"What!?"

Yue Qingcheng's eyes widened. For a moment, she almost drew her "Demon Princess"

sword and slashed the old man, but seeing the tense courtiers and the guards on high alert around her, reason ultimately
restrained her anger.

She gritted her teeth and said, "Chief Greymane, please don't forget how your son, Solard, was rescued.
If Idolaf hadn't, out of consideration for their childhood friendship, kept the matter of North Tower Fortress from his father and told me, you
wouldn't be seeing him alive now, let alone..."

"But if it weren't for old Overlord of the Warfury family initially trying to trick me behind our backs, why would I have needed you
to save my son?!"

The old lord suddenly raised his voice, interrupting Moonlit City. Staring at the shocked Dragonborn before him, he
slowly said, "As for you, Duwakine, I don't know how you Akavil people
speak to your lord, but in Skyrim, please be careful with your words.

Your follower named Lydia was once a Balgruf, and I won't send guards to find an
unstable element that might threaten my rule.

And given your lack of active support for the children of Skyrim to overthrow the Empire's rule during the Stormcloak's liberation

, if it weren't for you saving my son, I wouldn't have allowed you,
a remnant of the Balgruf, to retain the title of Baron of Whiterun. Of course, this is also the only reason I spared the lives of the Warfury family." Hearing Vigina's firm stance,
Moonlit

City stood frozen, unsure how to respond. After
several minutes of standoff, she finally sighed and said, "Very well, if Snowman is unwilling to send
anyone to investigate, then I'll act independently. The guards will suffice."

The old lord leaned back on his throne, closing his eyes in tacit agreement, and then waved his hand, signaling Moonlit City
to leave.

... "Tch, those damned Greymane! I'm increasingly fed up with their ways."

Moonlit City angrily returned to her residence in Snowman, Wind House. She removed her arm armor and tossed it aside, then
pulled up a chair and sat down. Looking at the ransacked house, the dragonborn girl sighed.

A day ago, a letter from the War Maniacs arrived at her manor in Falkriss. Feeling it was of utmost importance, she
rushed back , only to discover upon entering her residence that even her servants had perished.

Now, she had to find clues! Yue Qingcheng pondered, but the next second, she inadvertently glanced at
a red-glowing Dalmatian cube on the table beside her.

"Hmm? That's not right, this cube wasn't here when I came in."

Yue Qingcheng muttered, reaching out towards the cube. Just as her hand was about to touch it, the patterns on the cube's
surface suddenly emitted an even stronger light, and a beam of light shot from the cube directly onto the wall, projecting an image.

"Oh my god, this is..."

The cube released obscene moans and vulgar curses along with the dynamic image.

The projection on the wall showed the upper body of a naked woman with an iron collar around her neck. Her skin was fair and
her muscles were well-proportioned, suggesting she had received excellent martial arts training.

But at this moment, a muscular man, also completely naked, was lifting her up from behind with his two thick, hairy arms

, his hands kneading her full breasts.

The enormous penis slid rapidly and repeatedly into the woman's swollen vulva through her parted legs.

Her tall, muscular body was covered in sweat, every muscle taut and trembling with
each thrust. Clearly, she had been played with for a long time.

"Ah...ah...no...I'm going to...I'm going to die...please...Master...

please...don't...don't...ah...ah...!!"

"Hmph, you stupid slut...your cunt is as weak as your sword...look at you now
...like a village girl being violated by a bandit...ha...ha...ha...you...your former glory
...your former...ha...pride...haha...you are no longer even a warrior, you...

you are just a prostitute...a plaything worthless except being fucked by men!!"

The woman's pleading only earned her more insults and more intense abuse from the man. His large hands
squeezed purplish-red, and white milk was clearly oozing from her protruding nipples as they were rubbed. Her already
overflowing vulva gushed out a large amount of vaginal fluid like water being released under the vigorous plowing of the man's penis.

"Ah... I'm coming... I'm coming... I'm coming... My slutty cunt is being
fucked by Master's... Master's big cock... Ah..."

Yue Qingcheng felt her cheeks and body burning hot, her heart pounding wildly, and the moisture in her mouth
seemed to evaporate.

Watching the woman being wantonly abused in the scene, the dragon-blooded girl felt as if her whole body was being swallowed by
the high temperature . The splattering lustful fluids almost felt like they were going to hit her face. She hardly realized that
her private parts were already starting to secrete drops of love fluid.

"Say you want my semen to fill your filthy cunt! You shameless whore, you slut! Say your
name, let everyone know that you are now a sow that any man can fuck!"

"Ah...ah...I...I'm a whore...I'm a slut...ah...I beg you...please
fill...fill my lowly, filthy...cunt with your precious semen..."

The woman being vigorously fucked uttered such lewd words without any shame. Yue Qingcheng couldn't imagine what kind of
woman could endure such degrading, but while shocked by the scene before her, her hand unconsciously
moved to her private parts between her legs, her fingers gently pressing the slightly aroused vulva.

"And your name!"

The man's hand increased its force again, and this time two streams of white milk gushed out from the woman's nipples.
Yue Qingcheng subconsciously flinched, as if she felt the milk was about to hit her face.

"Eek... Ah... Yue... Yue Qingcheng... My name... is... is Yue Qingcheng!"

The woman screamed, uttering words that shocked the dragon-blooded girl from unbearable pain. Although she didn't
understand why the woman on the screen was impersonating her, seeing "Yue Qingcheng's"

twisted and blackened nipples, she felt her own breasts inexplicably begin to swell. The erect nipples
rubbed against the rough breastplate padding with a slight pain, and her other hand involuntarily began to caress
her own breasts.

"Haha, the once glorious Dragonborn hero, Yue Qingcheng? Then get to know yourself again!"

"I..."

The Dragonborn girl subconsciously wanted to speak, but the woman in the picture had already been driven mad by the throbbing
penis that was constantly penetrating her already climaxed vagina. She cried out loudly, disregarding everything: "Ah... I... I am Yue Qingcheng...

Ah... I am... I am Skyrim... Skyrim's number one lewd, shameless, filthy, whore, slut, bitch, Yue Qingcheng
..."

"I... I am..."

Yue Qingcheng murmured, her cheeks were completely red, her breathing gradually became rapid, and the fingers pressing on
her private parts and breasts became more and more intense.

"Ha... Ah..."

Hearing the humiliating declaration made using her name on the screen, Yue Qingcheng unconsciously let out soft moans.
A wet patch appeared on her crotch where fingers were pressing, and one breast was pulled out from her half-covered breastplate.
Looking at the woman's huge breasts on the screen, which were almost crushed by the man, the dragon-blooded girl's hands gradually increased their pressure,
her fingertips squeezing her pink nipples. The slight pain brought just the right amount of pleasure, stimulating Yue Qingcheng's
nerves, causing her body to gradually go limp, and she knelt down against the wall.

"My little mouth... is for licking Master's cock, cleaning Master, and drinking Master's '

beverage'..."

A drop of saliva dripped down on the screen, indicating that the woman had been fucked to the point of dazedness.

Yue Qingcheng gasped for breath, moaning softly as she stuck out her tongue, fantasizing about a man in the scene whose erect, foul-smelling,
thick penis was standing right in front of her. He forcefully grabbed her hair with his large hands, twisted her head, and
shoved that ugly, disgusting thing into her warm little mouth, wantonly manipulating and venting his desires inside her oral cavity. As a dragon-
blooded heroine, she could only be manipulated like a weak prostitute, letting the salty, bitter, and pungent
white fluid erupt in her mouth, making her beautiful cheeks swell up. The overflowing semen flowed down the corners of her mouth,
down her snow-white neck, and into her plump and alluring breasts.

"My cunt...is for my master to fuck, for him to inject his noble semen into my wanton womb
..."

"Ah...ah...I...my cunt..."

Under the dual stimulation of the obscene images on the wall and masturbation, Yue Qingcheng's eyes were glazed, saliva
dripping from her alluring tongue, staining her chin and wetting her chest.

She whispered the shameful declaration of the woman in the image, the desire hidden deep in her soul making her fantasize
that she was the sex toy being ravaged by that man, which made her increasingly excited.

"My asshole...ah...all the holes in my body...I...every part of my body...

my whole life...is for my master...for my master's release!
My identity is over, I...I am now just my master's sex slave...to be played with and humiliated by my master at will
..."

…A lowly, cheap sex toy… Ah—!!

The woman in the video cried out her final declaration in shame. The man immediately pushed her to the ground, pressed her
head down, and began to thrust into her vagina forcefully and rhythmically from behind. With each thrust,
Yue Qingcheng could see the splattering of her vaginal fluid behind her buttocks. Although she had never had sexual intercourse, she vaguely sensed that
the rape in the video was nearing its end.

At this moment, Yue Qingcheng wished that a man would immediately burst into the room, discover her shameful state of masturbation

, insult her, humiliate her, slap her twice, push her down onto the cold floor, tear her
clothes and underwear, and then use his large penis to pierce her already overflowing vagina and fill her entire uterus with his semen.

"Very good, your current ugly state perfectly suits your identity as a sex slave bitch!" the

man in the video growled, perhaps directed at the woman in the video who was being fucked until she could only gasp for breath, or perhaps at Yue Qingcheng
, who had already collapsed on the floor before watching the video, her pants and soaking wet lace panties pulled to one side, her buttocks vigorously 　　dug into her beautiful vagina : 　　" 　　Now use your filthy, lowly womb to receive my semen, and get pregnant 　　"Ah...ah...ah..." 　　Yue Qingcheng felt the emptiness after her climax, and her body slowly slumped down, the damp, cold air from the sky stimulating her.

Her exposed buttocks, wet vulva, and thighs gradually brought her back to her senses.

"My God, what have I done?!" The dragonborn girl was shocked by her own lewd actions; the cold floor
couldn't cool her cheeks.

She had actually fallen to this level because of a magical video, masturbating like a shameless prostitute.
The renowned dragonborn heroine fantasized about
being abused and raped like the helpless woman in the video—how unspeakable it was!

Yue Qingcheng felt deep remorse for her despicable behavior, tears welling in her eyes.

"I…I…"

the dragonborn girl murmured, slowly raising her head and reaching behind her to try and pull up her fallen underwear.

Just then, she saw the image frozen on the face of the woman who had been raped and left lifeless,
her black hair and vacant eyes so familiar… “Lydia… how could this be…”

Chapter 1 Coercion, Discipline, and Depravity “Adrian… Adrian!”

The blacksmith at the city gate turned at the sound and saw Yue Qingcheng walking towards her anxiously. A hint of panic
flashed across her face.

“Wh… what’s wrong?”

“About an hour ago, who entered or left my house during that time!?”

The blush from her orgasm hadn’t faded, but she couldn’t care less.

Since the red Dalmatian cube hadn’t appeared on the table in the Wind House before she went to the Dragon Palace to see the lord

, someone must have broken in and deliberately left it there.

These lewd kidnappers were so audacious.

Recalling the scene inside the cube, and how she had been seduced into committing such a shameless act, Yue
Qingcheng felt both ashamed and filled with hatred. But knowing the person who left the cube must not have gone far, she immediately gave chase,
thinking that once she caught them, she would show them what the wrath of the Dragonborn truly meant.

"I...I don't know..."

Adrian stammered, lowering her head meekly. This appearance made it hard for Yue Qingcheng to imagine that she had once been a forthright
and generous heroine.

"Adrian? What's wrong with you?"

The dragonborn girl looked at the blacksmith's unusual expression and grabbed her arm. "My house is
right next to your shop, you couldn't possibly..."

"I...I really didn't see it...Don't ask me."

The blacksmith pulled away as if electrocuted the moment Yue Qingcheng grabbed her hand. Faced with the dragonborn girl's shock,

Adrian glanced one last time at this friend who had once so generously agreed to present the sword she had meticulously crafted

to the former lord Balgruuf on her behalf. He hesitated for a moment, then
gestured around with his eyes, subtly nodded towards the door, and hurried back to his shop.

What was going on? Yue Qingcheng stared blankly at the "War Girl's"

shop door. Suddenly, she felt several pairs of eyes on her.

She turned around alertly and found the guards nearby all looking at her with wary eyes.

This was no simple matter, Yue Qingcheng cursed inwardly. She thought that this must be because that old devil Vigina
was determined to stop her from rescuing the former lord's "followers"

and the War Maniac's offspring, resorting to such despicable means.

The dragonborn girl vowed that after this was over, Old Greymane had to give her an explanation and a guarantee, otherwise she would do
whatever to bring him down from the lord's throne.

Yue Qingcheng rushed out of the city gate without any clue. Although Adrian finally gave her a hint,
Skyrim was so vast that searching for someone outside the city was like looking for a needle in a haystack.

"Oh, isn't this the dragonborn lady? You look like you're in a hurry. What happened?"

A soft voice suddenly sounded from the side. Yue Qingcheng turned around and saw
Risard, smiling at her.

The dragonborn girl and the tiger-man boss were old acquaintances. Seeing the other tiger-men setting up their tents and preparing
to chop wood , she quickly thought, "Rissad, how long have you been here?"

"Ah… less than two hours? What's wrong?"

The tiger-man boss twitched his ears, and his gray tail stopped wagging. He seemed to have noticed that Moonlit
was in a bad mood.

"About an hour ago, were there any people you didn't recognize among those who left Whiterun?"

Rissad stroked his chin. "Now that you mention it, there really was one. After all, I often come to Whiterun,
and in this world… the only ones daring to wander around Skyrim are us tiger-man caravans. If there are any
unfamiliar Whiterun visitors, I…"

"Tell me what he looks like!"

Moonlit seemed to see a glimmer of hope. She stepped forward and grabbed the tiger-man boss's shoulder,
startling .

"This... is a young Brighton man, red-haired, wearing ordinary steel armor and carrying an
axe 　　, 　　with rather dark skin... uh... the reason I think he's Brighton is because of his height... "

"Enough!" 　　The dragonborn girl interrupted the tiger-man , then 　　with a wave of her hand, a deep black-blue light appeared in her palm: 　　" 　　Avak—!" " 　　Hurrah! Hur ... 　　The red-haired youth from Brighton, panting heavily, finally breathed a sigh of relief upon seeing a dozen fully armed warriors standing atop the abandoned tower. 　　As a newly minted slave trader, being assigned such a mission on his very first try was hardly worthwhile. While the mission itself wasn't particularly risky, the Skyborne Dragonborn's reputation was formidable, and being hunted by her was no small matter.

An amusing incident.

"Good, Tusam. Looks like you've completed the task Boss Palvo gave you," said

the leading warrior, Volmos, who had just finished having sex with a village girl he'd captured. He kicked her aside and was fastening
his belt, a sight that left Tusam speechless. "Honestly, I don't understand why the boss made so many arrangements to
ensure your operation wouldn't be discovered, only to have our entire mercenary group come to meet you."

"You guys came to meet me, and now you're in the mood to rob and plunder, even kidnapping girls from the neighborhood for your own pleasure?

Be careful, the Dragonborn aren't easy to deal with. We need to get out of here!"

Looking at these groups of mercenaries, drinking, eating, and having sex with women, Tusam really felt
like strangling them.

"Relax, relax. That bitch is probably still running around town trying to find out about you,"

Volmos said nonchalantly, then burst into laughter. "Haha, but maybe there's another
possibility. You all saw the boss fucking that slut named Lydia, right? The scene... Now that you've given that dragonborn bitch
that video, she might have to find a cock for her soaking wet cunt after watching it."

"Hahahaha—!"

The surrounding mercenaries roared with laughter.

Tusam chuckled dryly, giving up on arguing about their conduct, and urged them to hurry up and get
on their way. He had a feeling this mission wouldn't go smoothly all the way here, but so far things had been relatively calm. Now
he just wanted to get back as quickly as possible and avoid any unforeseen complications.

"Alright, alright, we'll be on our way now, as long as we..."

Volmos said casually, but a blue-glowing arrow pierced the air, striking him squarely between the eyebrows,
disrupting all their plans! "What!?"

The Nord giant fell straight down, the smile from a moment ago still on his face.

The young slave trader, Tusam, watched him die, his expression instantly becoming complex.

"Enemy attack! Enemy attack! We're under attack!"

The sudden death of their leader threw the mercenaries into a panic, and they spontaneously huddled together in a defensive
formation .

"There! It's the Dragonborn, the Dragonborn really came!"

Tusam had done his homework beforehand, and he spotted the
Dragonborn girl riding a ghostly warhorse galloping towards them in the distance. Unlike the mercenaries, his first reaction wasn't to resist, but to quickly slip away in the chaos.

"Vos-Lo-Da—!!"

Looking at the mercenaries forming a shield wall in front of her, Yue Qingcheng decisively deactivated her summoning bow, drew her beloved
sword "Ghost Princess" on horseback

, took a deep breath, and unleashed the power of her gaze.

"Boom—!"

The overwhelming force shattered the shield wall, sending warriors flying like leaves
. One warrior, barely managing to steady himself in the storm, looked up and saw Yue Qingcheng's warhorse
emerging from the dust cloud, a sharp blade rapidly approaching. Instinctively, he raised his steel shield
to defend himself .

"Crack..."

The mercenary felt his shield lighten, and the sound of the blade striking the shield was different from what he had heard
before . When he tried to look up, his vision slowly slid backward, then suddenly tilted back,
revealing the azure sky above.

Tusam, hiding behind the collapsed stone wall, witnessed this scene and froze in fear.

Yue Qingcheng's beloved blade was so sharp; in a single strike, it had cleaved a burly man in steel armor and shield
in two, the man dying without even knowing what had happened.

Had he really provoked such a monster? Was there any hope for him? Watching the dragon-blooded girl easily slaughter
a group of dozens of elite mercenaries, beads of cold sweat rolled down Tusam's face.

"Heh..."

After an unknown amount of time, the Brighton youth felt a sticky, sharp blade pressed against his neck.
The dragon-blooded girl stood before him, holding the "Demon Princess" covered in blood and entrails

, her expression grim.

Yue Qingcheng looked at the calm Tusam and coldly curled her lip: "Looks like you're the one who put that
filthy cube in my house. It seems you're not planning on escaping?"

"Escape? Do you think I can escape from you?"

The Brighton youth took a deep breath, forcibly suppressing the urge to kneel, and said calmly.

"Heh, you're quite clever."

Yue Qingcheng practically spat out the last word through gritted teeth. The next second, Tusam felt everything go black.
In the instant his sight vanished, he saw the Dragonborn's fist withdraw from his chest, and the previously bulging steel
breastplate was now completely dented… Yue Qingcheng tied Tusam up and took him back to Whiterun. As soon as they entered the gate, Sheriff
Simmir approached with a squad of guards: "Oh, thank you for your hard work, Dragonborn. This little thief stole
the Lord , and we're about to apprehend him. Please hand him over."

Seeing the malicious gazes around her, the Dragonborn girl's face darkened: "Has Greymane fallen so low
? Trying to use such a lame excuse to intercept me? Perhaps I should suspect that Lord Vigina has already collaborated with the slave
traders . This Brighton man is a crucial lead in my investigation of the disappearance of the War-Berserker's Child and Lydia;
I cannot hand him over to you."

"We're just enforcing the laws of Whiterun, Moonlit City. I hope you'll show some respect; after all, you're
a nobleman of Whiterun!"

Simmir's tone was raised several decibels, and the guards beside him moved closer. But the next second, the dragonborn
girl drew her blade.

"I'll only say this once..."

Moonlit City pointed the blade at all the guards present, including Sheriff Simmir, who all
retreated, their faces filled with undisguised fear. "Don't try to intimidate me with that old dog Vigina anymore. I have several scores to settle with him after
this is over. Let him wait obediently on that lord's throne while
he's still sitting there!"

Looking at the guards who hesitated to step forward, Moonlit City gave a contemptuous snort, ignoring everyone as she dragged
Tusam into the Wind House, then

slammed the door shut.

...Several hours later.

The Brighton youth lay sprawled on the ground, covered in wounds and bruises. Leonie's gold-plated high-heeled boots were
pressing down his head. Yue Qingcheng's tone was full of impatience: "Just confess already! About your superiors, your
stronghold, and those you kidnapped... Where are they being held? Speak!"

Tusam gasped for breath, then suddenly burst into laughter, his voice unusually chilling.

The dragon-blooded girl's face grew increasingly grim. After hours of beatings and torture, she was losing
her patience. It was hard to believe that this Brighton man, merely a fugitive,
could possess such loyalty to his organization. "Don't be silly, Dragonborn..."

Tusam spat out blood, speaking for the first time after enduring hours of beatings: "You want me
to confess ? What happens after I confess? Once I'm no longer of any use, all I'll get is to be hacked to death by you, right?"

Yue Qingcheng sneered: "What's wrong with that? At least you can be freed from your sins
sooner , and I'll give you a quick death. You know, my blade never hesitates when it strikes."

"Hahahaha, you really are a shrewd businessman..."

The Brighton youth even despised the Dragonborn girl's intelligence. He coughed up blood and tried to get up,
but Yue Qingcheng added some force to his feet, making his efforts futile.

So he gave up struggling, crawling and laughing, "...However, I don't think so.
I'm the one with the leverage now. As for you...Miss Yue Qingcheng, all you possess is brute force, and that won't give you
an advantage in negotiations."

The dragon-blooded girl merely scoffed, her lips twitching. "Heh, still
stubborn even when death is near? I can keep hitting you until you talk. Let me tell you first: our Akavian martial arts
emphasize the control of force. I can inflict extreme pain on you without killing you
, or I can send you to blissful death without you even realizing it. Think it over carefully; it's not
a difficult choice."

"But perhaps I can endure it and wait for the great Dragonborn to compromise? After all, I'm the only one who can
give her clues to find that poor female guard, haha, maybe it will be a big compromise.

But once I really give in, only death awaits me,"

Tusam said leisurely, "It seems like a gamble, doesn't it? You and I are both smart. Your
female guard has been captured by us for almost a week now, and she's been taken advantage of by more than a dozen men every day until she's unconscious.
You've seen that cube too; judging from the looks of it, she's probably been trained enough. In a couple of days, she should be
sold to Cyrodir. You know, Nord prostitutes are in high demand there. Whether sold to rich men as sex slaves
or sent to brothels, they fetch a hefty price!" The mention of Lydia

caused Yue Qingcheng's heart to sink. She hesitated, and Tusam's voice
rang out again: "...Or you can continue to torture me, but I'll grit my teeth and endure it for a few more days.
Even if I eventually give in, what will your female servant suffer during this time? According to our mage,
she's pregnant, and the child is some man's bastard. And even so, more than a dozen
men want to have sex with her every day..."

"Despicable and shameless!"

Unable to tolerate the cunning slave trader's continued insults to her female servant, Yue Qingcheng flew into a rage, kicking
the Brighton he crashed into the wall in front of her.

The scene of Lydia being raped and abused in the cube flashed through her mind again. Her once upright and
respectable female servant was being wantonly violated like a toy, causing her to abandon reason and self-respect, choosing only lustful
desires, and degrading herself like the most shameless whore with filthy, obscene language.

Tusam, who had fallen and groaned, gritted his teeth and slowly got up. Staring at the dragonborn's
eyes, which seemed to spit fire at him, a calm smile remained on his face. After a long while, Yue Qingcheng finally spoke: "What do you want?"

Faced with the slave trader's forceful advances, Yue Qingcheng finally yielded.

Although she remained outwardly calm, Tusam could see the struggle in her eyes. If handled properly,
not only would the dragonborn girl be unable to take his life, but he could also reap unimaginable profits.

"First, give me a large sum of money, then let me leave."

"No problem."

The dragonborn nodded without hesitation.

"The second point..."

Tusam's eyes darted around quickly, glancing at the Démo cube on the table beside him.

Suddenly, a terrifying plan occurred to him, an idea that startled even himself, yet seemed
highly feasible. This made him begin to scrutinize Yue Qingcheng's graceful
figure .

"What's the second point?"

Tusam's lewd gaze made Yue Qingcheng uncomfortable, and she urged him on.

"Cough cough... You know, I'm a newly minted slave trader, and not only that, I also work part-time as a trainer,"

the Brighton man began, "...Originally, I would have had a promising future following Boss Palvor, but...

now I'm about to betray him, so naturally I can't go back to my original position. Therefore, I've decided to seek better opportunities elsewhere.
These days, there are many slave trading organizations in Tamriel, and finding a job is easy, but applying for a job always requires something to
prove my abilities... cough cough..."

As he spoke, he suddenly coughed violently, seemingly indicating that the previous torture had damaged his lungs.

Yue Qingcheng hesitated for a moment... Yes, she raised her hand and gave him a healing touch. A massive amount of pure light enveloped
the Brighton slave trader, instantly improving his complexion.

Tusam felt his body had almost fully recovered, while the dragonborn girl before him had lost all her
previous imposing aura.

The slave trader felt victory beckoning him. He stared directly at Yue Qingcheng, her graceful figure and the
alluring glimpse of white skin on her chest: "...So, as long as the great dragonborn agrees to temporarily abandon her pride,
pretend to become a slave girl under my tutelage, and have this Dwemer Cube record it, I promise
to tell her everything I know."

"Do you think that's possible? I think I'll continue torturing you. Maybe a day, maybe two,
you'll confess eventually. As for Lydia... even if she's sold to Cyrodiil, I will definitely find her."

Moonlit City responded almost without flinching, but that fleeting tremor was still keenly
noticed .

The dragonborn girl recalled her shameful

state of involuntary masturbation, moaning, and uttering lewd words when she saw that image, and in that instant, she began to doubt what she was pursuing.

"Ah, it seems that compared to his companions, the great dragonborn values his pride more."

Seeing the dragonborn girl preparing to turn and leave, he threw out his final trump card: "You should know that
the lord of Whiterun has long been in cahoots with my boss. Since you've caught me and there's a possibility that I might expose his secrets, both of
them will try every means to take my life. And you... Miss Moonlit City,
how long can you hold out under the pressure from both the underworld and the legitimate world?"

"I..."

Moonlit City's steps stopped abruptly, considering that his words were indeed true. To maintain his rule,
Greymane would definitely do anything to kill Tusam to silence him, and the assassins of the slave trading organization were even more difficult to guard against.

Even a dragonborn could not afford to drag this out for long.

"I can give you more money, enough to live a life of comfort for the rest of your life, so you won't have to be a slave trader anymore..."

The dragonborn girl sighed, trying to offer a more reasonable deal, but Tusam smiled contemptuously.

"Do you think I'm a fool? All I can take from you is probably some gems and a small amount of money.
Not to mention this house was already looted by us, and even if you still have a lot,
how much ?"

Seeing that Yue Qingcheng's expression had wavered considerably, Tusam slowly pressed closer: "And I'm

also very much looking forward to seeing what it feels like when the legendary noble dragonborn heroine is forced to lower her head and lick my cock

."

"Slap—!"

A resounding slap landed on his face. The Brighton slave trader felt the burning pain on his cheek,
then glanced sideways at the slightly trembling Yue Qingcheng with her head bowed. His smile only widened; at this moment, the dragonborn
girl's behavior meant he was close to victory.

"Actually, there's nothing to hesitate about,"

Tusam said boldly, walking up behind Yue Qingcheng, who was now greatly shaken. He pulled her seemingly frail
body into his arms and whispered in her ear, "A woman's subservience stems from her desire for love. No matter
how strong a female warrior is, she ultimately longs to be conquered by an even stronger man, usually her husband.
But those women who are too strong find it difficult to find such a suitable husband, so... many of them abandon
their pride and choose the path of enslavement..."

"The path of... enslavement..."

"That's right..."

Brighton the slave trader smiled, feeling Yue Qingcheng's increasingly obvious trembling in his arms. He took advantage of the situation,
sticking out his tongue to lick and lightly kiss the dragon-blooded girl's white jade-like earlobes. This stimulation made Yue Qingcheng unconsciously
let out a slightly seductive moan, but she herself seemed unaware of this, still immersed in her own
thoughts. This made Tusam feel very satisfied: "...They choose to make themselves weak, and then let
men conquer them, seeking their desire for love in the process. Imagine it, Yue Qingcheng, imagine
what it would feel like to crawl at my feet, imagine the feeling of having to suck my penis, even offering up your virginity, to save your
friend . Perhaps it's not as painful as you originally thought."

After a long silence, Brighton the slave trader patiently waited for the moment when Yue Qingcheng would give in. The dragon-blooded
girl in his arms looked so weak, now she seemed no different from those ordinary girls he had raped before
.

And finally... "Just... just look like that, right..."

Her voice was as soft as a mosquito's buzz.

"What?"

Tusam pretended not to hear and asked loudly.

"I said as long as it looks like it, that's fine, you bastard!"

Yue Qingcheng suddenly angrily shook off his arm and shouted, "...As long as I act like your
slave , and act out a scene for you to record with that damn cube

, that's fine, right!?" "Yes, that's right."

"Then what are we waiting for? Hurry up! Let me see just how despicable you really are!"

The dragon-blooded girl spoke rapidly, but anyone could see that this feigned toughness
was just her own psychological comfort.

"As you wish."

Finally, a victorious smile appeared on Tusam's lips.

...An hour later, in the basement of the Wind Mansion, Yue Qingcheng removed her arm armor,
shoulder armor, breastplate, and leather leg armor as Tusam had requested, but left her clothes and high heels on, standing
aside .

This revealed her graceful body and jade-like long legs to the fullest.

The slave trader, seated in the chair, leered at her exposed body with a gaze so intense it was like a licking tongue,
causing Yue Qingcheng to instinctively try to cover her thighs, her cheeks flushing with shame.

"Haha, what an exciting moment! The great dragonborn Yue Qingcheng has now willingly become a
lowly slave, and I, as her master, will enjoy everything she has to offer," he said, his eyes gleaming with undisguised excitement

as he looked at the elegant handwriting of "Yue Qingcheng" on the slave contract. "So… how does it feel

to be a slave on your first day, dragonborn ?" 　　"N-nothing… I don't feel anything," 　　Yue Qingcheng replied through gritted teeth, her head bowed. 　　"Although I'm eager to begin our training, I need to make some extra preparations beforehand. After all, my slave girl is a renowned dragonborn," 　　Tusam said, pursing his lips. He was already prepared for the dragonborn girl's attitude. He pulled and handed them to Yue Qingcheng: "Drink these." 　　Yue Qingcheng hesitated before taking them, looking at the liquid inside. She asked warily, "What... what is this ?" 　　"High-grade physical and magical poison. Hey, don't look at me like that. This is just some basic insurance. After all, you're such a powerful woman, and what if you set fire to me or strain your legs while I'm fucking you ? "

"If you cut it off, you won't get the information you want."

Tusam grinned wickedly, glaring at Yue Qingcheng and gesturing for her to drink it quickly.

"..."

Hearing such blatant words, Yue Qingcheng glared at him fiercely, but didn't say anything more. She bit
her lip, remained silent for a moment, then opened the bottle and drank both vials of poison in one gulp.

"Ugh..."

A few seconds after drinking the poison, the dragon-blooded girl felt a sharp pain in her chest, and all her strength almost instantly vanished
. Her dazed mind and weak body made her unable to stand, and she collapsed to her knees. "Very good, that solves the problem. At least you can't resist me

until our deal is complete ." 　　Tusam placed the red damask cube beside him, looking at the dragon-blooded girl lying on the ground with somewhat unfocused eyes. A vengeful glint flashed across his face. He slowly walked to Yue Qingcheng, raised his foot, and stepped on her head with the sole of his shoe. 　　"Haha, how does it feel to be a slave to be trampled on? Just a moment ago you were insulting me like this, and now I've returned the favor tenfold. Tell me, how does the dust on the floor smell, Miss Dragonborn Moonlit City? " 　　"You... Ah—!" 　　Moonlit City was about to lash out, but Tusam immediately increased the pressure on her feet. 　　Her face was helplessly trampled on the ground, and the mud and dust forced into her nostrils and mouth made her cough. 　　"I asked you... how does the dust on the floor smell!? Answer me now, you damned slut!" 　　The boots on Moonlit City's head pressed down harder, and the dragonborn girl felt a burning pain on her cheeks, but her pride made it difficult for her to answer Tusam's question. 　　"Ah, I see. The foolish dragonborn bitch is still fantasizing about being a high-ranking nobleman and refuses to answer the question of her lowly master," 　　the Brighton slave trader sneered. "Then it seems our deal is over. You have no power now, and I can leave at any time, while you can only lie here like a dead dog watching your only informant run away . In a few months, you can go to the brothel in Cyrodir to find your female guards." 　　With that, he turned and seemed to really intend to leave. 　　"No, wait!" 　　The mention of Lydia caused Yue Qingcheng's heart to clench painfully. She opened her watery eyes wide and looked up , only to see the slave trader grinning wickedly at her. She lowered her head. "The... the dust... that Master bestowed upon me... is... very... delicious..." 　　Tusam sneered, walked to the dragon-blooded girl who was almost crying, and lifted her chin . Looking into Yue Qingcheng's evasive gaze, he said, word by word, "Wouldn't it have been better if you had done this sooner? Why don't understand? You are a whore now, a slut, a sex slave for my pleasure. Abandon your pathetic pride, because you will soon find out how much more I have to make you feel how base and lewd you are. Do you understand?" 　　"Yes, I... understand." 　　"Hmm?" 　　"You lowly slave... Yue Qingcheng... understands..." 　　"Very good, let's move on to the next stage," 　　Tusam patted her face with satisfaction. "Now... introduce yourself, and 　　show off your body to the 'audience' over there. I think you've heard Lydia's ' 　　slave declaration' before, and with what I just taught you, someone as smart as you should know how to act like a submissive female slave, right?" 　　With that, he propped his chin up and stared at the uneasy dragon-blooded girl with interest. 　　Upon hearing this, Yue Qingcheng's face instantly turned bright red again. Both her previous impressions and Tusam's instructions to do were clearly beyond her psychological limits: "This... I..." 　　"Of course you can hesitate, but every second you hesitate, your female guard's delicate vagina will be violated one more time. Think it over carefully." 　　The Brighton slave trader was confident of victory and not in a hurry. After several minutes of silence, the dragonborn girl finally spoke : "I... Yue Qingcheng... 175 cm tall, 101-55-84, former dragonborn heroine, sword-wielding noblewoman of the nine territories, pioneer of the Companions and chief mage of Winterhold... I now declare that I renounce all my identity and property... and my rights as a human being... to become Tusam's... exclusive... sex slave ..." 　　"Wow~" 　　Tusam let out a satisfied laugh, stood up and pressed himself against her from behind, his hands caressing the soft inner thighs of the dragonborn girl's slender legs, burying his face in her dark hair to gently kiss her fair neck. 　　As Yue Qingcheng uttered her humiliating "declaration," 　　tears welled in her eyes. She bit her lip, trying to appear stronger, unaware that it was precisely this inner struggle that excited countless dominatrixes and sex slave masters. 　　Tusam lingered in Yue Qingcheng's hair, whispering in her ear, "Continue." 　　Gazing at the red cube recording her humiliating posture, the dragon-blooded girl took a deep breath and abruptly unbuttoned her blouse . Instantly, a pair of large, white, full breasts sprang out from the thin lining, adorned with two delicate pink nipples. In that instant, Tusam almost couldn't suppress the urge to immediately pin Yue Qingcheng to the ground and brutally ravage her. 　　This was for Lydia, 　　the dragon-blooded girl told herself. 　　"My...my breasts...have never been...played with by any man..." 　　Her voice trailed off until Tusam shouted at her, then she declared loudly again. She cupped her large breasts in her hands, kneading them to make the already deep cleavage even more alluring: "...But now, it...its name is ' 　　Lustful Breasts,' and it belongs to my master Tusam...its only purpose is to be kneaded and played with by Master Tusam and...to have milk spray. And when it produces...milk...it will be given to Master Tusam to drink every day..." 　　The cold air made Yue Qingcheng's exposed nipples stand erect. This stimulating sight made Tusam's penis tremble . He impatiently reached behind and grabbed her large breasts, ignoring Yue Qingcheng's painful moans.

He roughly kneaded her breasts into various shapes, greedily enjoying the exquisite sensation of their soft, delicious texture.

"Ah...ah...no...don't do this, it...it hurts...I...I can't take it..."

Yue Qingcheng felt as if her breasts were about to burst from the pain. Completely powerless, she
could only plead with the slave trader to be gentler, but this only earned her
more .

He desperately squeezed the contours of her breasts, then forcefully twisted Yue Qingcheng's erect nipples.

"You can't even handle this?"

The Brighton slave trader kissed Yue Qingcheng's neck, jaw, and collarbone passionately. "Enough nonsense. Your breasts
are just toys in my hands now. Even if I crush them into two lumps of rotten flesh, you'll still have to thank me for playing with your
tits. Understand, you lowly slut!?"

"Ah...I...I...ah..."

"What? Speak louder, I didn't hear you, slave!"

Tusam twisted the base of her breasts cruelly.

"Ahhhhh...I...I...I understand...ah...lowly slave...lowly slave understands...ahhhhh...
ahhhhh—!"

The shameful pain made the dragon-blooded girl finally abandon her self-respect and choose to obey her master's orders. Amidst the pain of being abused, her breasts
even produced a faint sense of pleasure, which made Yue Qingcheng unknowingly change from painful wails to wanton
moans.

"Pah, what a slutty whore! Compared to your at least respectable-looking female guard, you're the
real prostitute!"

Looking at Yue Qingcheng, who was panting from just having her breasts rubbed, Tusam's vengeful desire was greatly
satisfied. "Now let's continue, the true performance of a slutty whore!"

"Whoosh..."

The belt of her hot pants-style shorts was pulled away by the slave trader, landing at Yue Qingcheng's ankles.

Her jade-like, smooth legs and the tuft of hair peeking out from the edge of her lace panties made Tusam's heart

race again. Under his piercing gaze, Yue Qingcheng trembled as she reached out and untied
the ribbon .

"Mmm..."

Yue Qingcheng felt a chill in her lower body. She knew her most private parts were completely exposed to the red cube
. The lush black pubic hair was incredibly alluring, and she had already been aroused by Tusam's fondling of her breasts.
Her two plump labia were already covered in sticky, lustful fluid, which dripped down her fallen lace panties.

Seeing this, Tusam laughed excitedly: "Haha, you're already wet. It seems
Walmos guessed right. You wanted a man to fuck you after watching that video, didn't you? Tell me, did you
masturbate to your female servant? Huh!?"

"Wh...I...ah...I didn't...I..."

Caught off guard, Yue Qingcheng panicked. She tried to deny it helplessly, but how could this flustered
reaction escape the eyes of the seasoned womanizer Tusam? He freed one hand and reached for Yue Qingcheng's exposed genitals,

pinching her already erect clitoris with his thumb and forefinger while using another finger to probe and probe into her slippery,

warm vaginal walls. This immediately aroused the dragon-blooded girl, causing her to tremble and moan repeatedly.

"You slut, tell the truth!"

"Ah...ah...yes...yes...I...I masturbated...this lowly slave masturbated in front of Lydia
...I just...I really wanted a man to fuck this lowly slave's cunt...ah..."

This stimulation nearly drove the virgin Yue Qingcheng mad. Under Tusam's relentless onslaught, she
finally abandoned all shame and unabashedly confessed to her previously unspeakable lewd acts.

"Very good, now everyone knows that their Dragonborn hero is just
as . Now continue, your introduction isn't finished yet!"

The Brighton slave trader used his arm to lift one of Yue Qingcheng's legs, raising it high: "Now introduce your
cunt, you bitch!"

"Ah... I... my little cunt..."

The Dragonborn girl gasped as she placed her fingers on her private parts, slightly parting the labia .
Sticky, moist vaginal fluid continuously secreted from the pink walls, and inside, a thin hymen was
clearly visible to Dhomor Cube.

"My little cunt... is still a virgin cunt... but today... Master Tusam is going to... deflower me
, and from now on it will be renamed... 'Slutty Cun,' its existence is to be fucked by Master Tusam's noble...

cock, to let his semen fill my wanton womb, and after I get pregnant and give birth...
the boy will become a powerful trainer like Master, and the girl will become a slutty
sex slave and prostitute like me, the mother..."

It's so lewd, Tusam could hardly control his breathing, imagining Yue Qingcheng getting
pregnant and giving birth to a daughter, and ten years later, the mother and daughter kneeling at his crotch licking his cock.

This made him unable to resist pressing his lower body tightly against Yue Qingcheng's bare buttocks and rubbing desperately,
while frantically unbuckling his belt, the fluid secreted by his glans already soaking his crotch.

"Ah...ahhh...ah..."

Tusam panted heavily, thrusting his
genitals made his movements increasingly rough and intense. Yue Qingcheng howled, cried, and gasped under his abuse
, the two of them engaging in this indecent and forceful act of intercourse.

Finally, Tusam could no longer endure it, a warm current gushing from his glans. He felt
a , and his whole body felt as if all his strength had been drained.

This made him extremely anxious.

"Fuck—!"

He immediately snapped back to reality, slamming the now limp dragon-blooded girl to the ground. Yue Qingcheng let out
a soft groan as she fell, finally getting a temporary respite from the brutal abuse.

But Tusam's fists and kicks followed in quick succession. He angrily threw off his shoes and socks,

ripped off his already soiled trousers, and tossed them aside.

The slave trader was filled with rage and resentment at having been the first to "surrender" to the slave.

"Damn it, damn it, damn it...you fucking slut, you were so arrogant before, now you..."
"Like a bitch begging to be fucked! Damn it, you let me cum first, you filthy slut... you stinking bitch..."

Tusam hurled vulgar insults at Yue Qingcheng as he beat her.

"Ah... ah... no... ah... please... ah... it hurts... don't hit me anymore...

please... master... forgive this lowly slave... ah..."

After venting his anger, looking at the dragon-blooded girl covered in bruises and with a dazed look in her eyes, he gritted his teeth,
ripped his pants down to his feet, and then, ignoring Yue Qingcheng's painful pleas, grabbed her long hair and forced her
face against his filthy penis: "Now lick it clean, slave!"

Yue Qingcheng felt the sticky, wet residue left on her cheek by the penis, and looking at the
ugly black flesh in front of her, the pungent fishy smell and stench made her want to vomit, but Tusam's eyes
forced her to lick it with her tongue.

"Mmm..."

She hesitated, then extended her smooth, fragrant tongue.

Yue Qingcheng's tongue had a distinct tip and was long and slender, looking quite adorable. However, under the slave trader's
coercion, this beautiful little tongue had to clean his filthy penis.

The sticky mixture of filth and semen made the dragon-blooded girl almost vomit with each bite, but
she endured it anyway.

Watching Yue Qingcheng kneeling before him, obediently licking his penis, Tusam's previously limp
penis slowly hardened again, which pleased him greatly: "Very good, very good. Yue Qingcheng, you really
look . Lick well, serve my noble
penis with your lowly tongue. What's the point of a slut like you being a dragon-blooded? Being a whore is enough!"

Tusam's insults didn't elicit much of a reaction from Yue Qingcheng. In fact, she had become much more
conscious , but the effects of the stamina poison were still present, and she remained a
pathetic slave who could only be manipulated by the slave trader.

Having uncovered Yue Qingcheng's
inherently wanton nature—a desire to be violated and defiled—Tusam decided that rather than feigning defiance and inviting ridicule, it was better to succumb to her inner
desires and truly play the role of a lowly female slave, subjecting Tusam's barbarian masochistic urges to their will.

Seeing Yue Qingcheng becoming increasingly submissive, Tusam knew his training was successful.

Although he hadn't always been adept at the process, as this was his first time independently training
a female slave, and the subject of that training was the renowned dragonborn Yue Qingcheng of Skyrim, the immense satisfaction was undeniable.
But he wanted more than just that.

"Slap—!"

A crisp slap landed on the dragonborn girl's face, the heavy force knocking her to the ground.
The Brighton slave trader, his now fully restored penis erect, commanded, "Now, slave,
suck it with your mouth!"

"Yes, Master Tusam…"

Yue Qingcheng got up again and knelt before Tusam: "Thank you, Master, for not disliking this lowly slave's lewd mouth.
Now it will do its best to serve your noble cock. Please fuck my mouth to your heart's content.
Every exists to satisfy your lust."

Yue Qingcheng deliberately adjusted the angle so that the Domo Cube could capture this scene completely. She uttered this lewd confession without Tusam's
specific instructions.

Now the dragonborn girl had completely accepted herself as a sex slave.

And to Tusam's delighted expression, Yue Qingcheng slowly swallowed his penis, took it in her mouth, and began to
slowly suck it.

"Oh...this...this is really..."

Unparalleled pleasure stimulated Tusam's nerves. Yue Qingcheng meticulously
served the ugly penis with her beautiful mouth, swallowing and spitting out saliva and the sticky secretions from the glans, as well as the white sludge that was originally stuck on it
, quickly covering the corners of her mouth and chin. The originally nauseating taste now seemed like a delicacy, making
the dragon-blooded girl suck even more vigorously.

"Ah...ah...oh...that's so good, Moonlit City...you...ah...I can feel
your tongue massaging my penis...ah...your lips...your throat...oh my god...your teeth are stimulating just right...ah...for a moment I really thought you were the top whore
in the brothels of the capital city of Cyrodiil ..." 　　"Slurp...um...this lowly slave...has never...slurp...never sucked a man's cock before... 　　" 　　Moonlit City said in a muffled but incredibly seductive voice as she vigorously performed oral sex on Tusam: "...These...are all...slurp...this lowly slave figured it out herself...Master...you tell me...is this lowly slave very lowly..." 　　"Oh oh...that's right, Moonlit City, you...you really are a slut...the most lewd whore ...ah ah..." 　　Hearing the dragonborn girl's seductive words, the Brighton slave trader excitedly reached out and grabbed her head, his waist trembling as he began to fuck her mouth like a vibrator. 　　"Ugh...ugh...ugh...ugh..." 　　Yue Qingcheng's limp head was held in the slave trader's hands. Her beautiful face was used like an object to vent Tusam's bestial lust. His erect penis rapidly thrust into and withdrew from the girl's mouth, rubbing against her wet tongue and throat. 　　Yue Qingcheng's face was pressed into the pubic hair between Tusam's legs again and again. The nausea made her almost roll her eyes back and faint. But the more she was brutally humiliated, the more she felt that her perverted desires were being satisfied. Little did she know that the lustful fluid secreted from her vaginal cavity had already flowed down and dripped down, forming a puddle on the floor between her legs. 　　"Ah...I can't take it anymore...I'm going to cum...you bitch...slave...catch it with your filthy mouth— !" 　　Tusam howled, his hips thrusting violently. Yue Qingcheng felt a pungent, sticky liquid burst into her mouth, quickly filling her entire oral cavity and pouring down her esophagus. 　　To others, the smell was pungent and disgusting, but Yue Qingcheng seemed to be tasting a delicacy. Even as she was almost choking, she still sucked on the slave trader's penis with all her might, as if she wanted to swallow all the semen.

Finally, Tusam felt his energy completely released. He slumped down
, pushing Yue Qingcheng, who was pressed between his legs, away. He took two steps back, slipped, and fell to the ground with a thud.

"Master... Master... this lowly slave... did this lowly slave do well?"

After swallowing all the semen in her mouth, Yue Qingcheng, still lying on the ground, rubbed the white fluid dripping from
her chin sucking it.

Then she got up, saw Tusam slumped to the side panting, and slowly crawled over.

"Ah... Master... this lowly slave wants more... ah... ah... Master..."

The dragon-blooded girl lowered her head, licking the semen off the slave trader's toes like a dog. Even
the slave trader himself was somewhat surprised by this lewd posture.

Watching Yue Qingcheng suck her toes while coquettishly winking and wiggling her hips,
Tusam felt an inexhaustible energy; his penis, already erect twice, slowly hardened again.

It was time for the final step.

"Take off your clothes, my little sex slave. Now we're about to move on to the most important part."

Tusam stood up, walked to his dimensional bag, and took out a dagger, several seals,
and a collar.

Seeing the collar, Yue Qingcheng's breathing quickened. She understood that at this moment she would become a true
slave; her past glory and freedom would become history, and a life of humiliation and debauchery would be her destiny.

So be it.

She slowly removed her last garment, revealing her perfect, naked body to the slave trader
.

Why cling to the past? Being a lowly, whore-slave seemed alright; then she
could like Lydia.

Thinking of this, tears welled up in Yue Qingcheng's eyes again, but these seemed to be tears of happiness.

She recalled the film in the cube earlier; Lydia's moans as she was raped might not have been
out of shame, but rather of pleasure and satisfaction. With a

"click

," the metal collar fastened around Yue Qingcheng's neck,

the word "slave" clearly visible on it.

At this moment, the hair on her genitals had been shaved off by Tusam, and the slave trader was heating the seal over a candle flame
, the mark gradually turning red.

"I'll ask you one last time, Dragonborn, are you prepared to relinquish all honor and freedom to become my
slave ?"

"Yes,"

Yue Qingcheng smiled and nodded without hesitation, "I wish to become Master Tusam's slave,
to give up everything I once possessed, and to live as a tool for your lust."

"Then, the slave contract is officially established. Your name is now '

Moon Slave.' According to Imperial law, you will no longer be considered a human being. I can play with you at will, even kill
you. And once I agree, any man can have sex with you
. Your life 　　has become meaningless, Dragonborn . Now accept the final mark. It will remind you of your identity

above your vulva.

" 　　After saying this, Tusam pressed the already red-hot stamp hard against Yue Qingcheng's vulva . "Ah ... 　　"It's over. Your original life is over. Now..." 　　Looking at the "Moon Slave," whose body was already soaked in sweat 　　, Tusam spread her beautiful legs apart with his hands. There, her beautiful labia and hymen beckoned to him. 　　"...It's time to make you a woman." 　　The slave trader whispered the last words in her ear. Yue Qingcheng was still trembling from the brand she had just received, but she vaguely felt Tusam's glans pressing against her vulva. 　　Soon she would lose her purity. Even if she was no longer a slave, she would only be regarded as a slut who had sex with someone before marriage. 　　"That's it..." 　　she said in her heart. The next second, intense pain almost split her apart. With Yue Qingcheng's sharp scream, Tusam's penis was completely inserted into her vagina, and specks of blood flowed out from the edge of their connection .

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