Imprisoned prostitutes

My name is Elena, and I'm currently in shackles, being transported to Helgen by Imperial soldiers.

Why am I bound? It's a long story. Born in Skyrim, I was meticulously groomed from a young age to become a renowned prostitute. Yes, you heard right, a prostitute. When I was still an infant, the spinster Dumela traded me for half a box of rotten apples from a beggar. She had over a dozen homeless girls like me under her wing, dreaming of revitalizing her brothel through us. In fact, she succeeded; her brothel was the most famous in Riften, no, in all of Skyrim. And I was the most beautiful of her prostitutes.

When I was sixteen, there was an event in the various inns of the Nine Realms of Skyrim: an auction for my virginity. My hymen was bid up to 50,000 gold coins, equivalent to Whiterun's annual revenue. However, Dumela was a shrewd businesswoman; she knew there were plenty of people who could afford to pay even higher prices. And I was only sixteen, I had plenty of time.

Finally, when I turned eighteen—oh, this year—a wealthy merchant from Blackswamp Province, G. Moritz, spent two hundred thousand gold coins to buy my virginity, or rather, my entire life. I was forced to marry into Blackswamp Province and become his seventy-first wife. Moritz was an Argonian, a major drug lord. He monopolized the Skomar trade in five provinces. If he wanted, he could buy the High Crown of Skyrim and become the High King of Skyrim. But he only wanted me, and Dumela dared not disobey.

But I didn't want to, and Dumela didn't want to either. Dumela's reason for not wanting to was simple: a money tree had been uprooted, and no one would be happy about that. As for me… what a joke! First: Moritz was an Argonian with scales, like a lizard! Second: Moritz's previous seventy wives were all dead! He had a fetish: after having sex with a woman, he would eat her, leaving only her head, which he would then display as a specimen on his shelf. Knowing I was going to die, and by the hand of such an ugly old lizard, was I willing?

Of course not. On my very first night in Black Swamp Province, I began to resist. He stumbled into our bridal chamber, drunk, looking like a fattened bedbug in a latrine. And I was naked—forced by his servants. At least ten menacing wraiths stripped me naked, thoroughly searching me to make sure I wasn't carrying any weapons. Forgive my bluntness, but even if I were carrying weapons, was an enema really necessary? A tube was inserted into my delicate anus, and they poured warm water and strong liquor into my rectum until my flat stomach swelled like a woman in her tenth month of pregnancy, threatening to burst at any moment. Only then did they pull out the tube, and with a "whoosh," my anus convulsed uncontrollably, gushing out a mixture of liquid and feces, filling the entire room with a lewd stench. Exhausted, I heard their snickering laughter, probably from their stares at my still-twitching, water-drenched anus! It was a blatant insult. And now, naked before this ugly bug, I felt utterly ashamed.

"Come, beauty, come here!" the bug leered, beckoning me with a lascivious grin. In his eyes, I was probably just a plate of cheese to be swallowed with his saliva.

"Wh...what?" I stammered, taking a step back.

Moritz ripped open his clothes, revealing his scaly, hideous body: "Beauty, give me some pleasure!"

I swear, it was the first time I'd ever seen an Argonian's penis. It didn't resemble any other race's. How to describe it...like a bamboo shoot, thick and large at the base, while the glans was thin and small, hidden under the foreskin. The entire penis was a deathly pale color, completely out of place with his brown scales.

"Use your mouth, use your mouth!" he urged, staring intently at my lips. Sigh! Here I should mention that while I'm still a virgin down there, my mouth isn't. From the age of eleven, Dumela started making me perform oral sex on customers. Partly to generate revenue, and partly to hone my skills. I have countless tips and tricks for sucking men's penises, such as how to make a man so overwhelmed with pleasure yet unable to ejaculate; how to get a previously impotent man hard in the fastest way; and how to make even the least hard penises rock-hard with the comfort of my tongue… Damn, maybe I'm not suited to be a prostitute, but a urologist.

Sucking on an Argonian penis—I wasn't prepared at all. I cautiously approached, slowly bending down, and before I could even get a close look, Moritz pressed my head down and shoved his penis into my mouth.

I swear, it was the longest penis I'd ever seen; I felt it reach my throat, even into my trachea. It was also the smelliest thing I'd ever eaten, a mixture of duck droppings and rotting fish.

I immediately vomited. The little bit of food I had just eaten rushed down my throat and came out of my mouth and nose. Unexpectedly, that pervert became even more excited. One hand held my head as he thrust in and out, while the other began kneading my breasts. Under his caresses, my nipples uncontrollably hardened.

I was forced to give him oral sex, my tongue involuntarily licking his penis and stimulating his glans. He must have been enjoying it, as he made a hissing sound. With my continued stimulation, finally, he ejaculated a thick stream of semen from his glans, filling my mouth with a sticky, foul stench I never want to remember.

Moritz released me, slumping back in his chair, panting. I saw the opportunity! Ignoring the semen still on my lips, I knelt before him: "Sir, I'll give you another blowjob!"

Moritz mumbled a single word, and regardless of his willingness, I opened my mouth and took his already limp penis into my mouth. Meanwhile, my hands weren't idle either. One hand was stroking his penis up and down, while the other hand was gently massaging his testicles with a special finger technique.

There are so many skills a prostitute needs to learn, but the one I studied most diligently and mastered best was oral sex. The customer said I had a face that made him want to assault me, and when I closed my eyes and focused on oral sex, my flushed face was irresistible. However, the more beautiful something is, the more dangerous it is.

Especially with a man nearing fifty, a man from the Argonne region who relied on drugs and strong liquor to stay alert, I was confident he couldn't handle my advances.

Sure enough, his muscles began to twitch, and his legs trembled uncontrollably. His breathing became more rapid. Feeling his restless trembling, I released his penis. It was covered in my saliva, looking incredibly smooth. I began to use my tongue to slowly lick upwards along the veins on his penis; this must have felt both itchy and unbearable for him. Sure enough, he started taking deep breaths. When the penis in my hand began to soften, I took it back into my mouth, repeating this cycle over and over.

Almost no man could last more than fifteen minutes in my mouth. What if it were a penis that had already ejaculated, and I were repeating this action over and over, changing positions each time he was about to climax to calm him down? Less than half an hour later, Moritz let out a low whimper from his nose, and the twitching in his legs stopped. I wiped the semen and saliva from the corner of my mouth, got up, and saw Moritz staring blankly, already dead. His penis was still erect, but now it was just a lump of excess flesh.

G. Moritz had given me the taste of an enema; now, I was giving him an undignified death—more than enough.

That night, I slipped out of Moritz's mansion through the sewers. I guess everyone inside thought my head had been made into a specimen and put on display. I fled north, back to Skyrim.

My journey was exciting and thrilling, and I learned a great deal, which I'll elaborate on later. For now, it took me two months to finally return to Skyrim, this perpetually frozen province. As I struggled to cross a mountain range, a hunter with poor eyesight mistook me for a deer and shot me with an arrow. The arrow struck my knee, making me panic and run like a madman into the Imperial army's camp. Being an undocumented person with no proof of identity (just kidding, I was wanted worldwide!), I was mistaken for a Stormcloak rebel spy and taken to Helgen, bound and gagged.

"Why are we going to Helgen?" asked Lockel, sitting opposite me. He was a petty thief caught in the act of stealing.

“I can feel Somgard calling us!” Larov said. He was captured because he was a soldier of the rebels—the Stormcloaks.

I forgot to mention, Skyrim is currently in rebellion. Four territories, centered around Windhelm, have risen up against the Empire. The reason is our Nord faith (Skyrim is the Nords' homeland): Talos, which the Empire considers a cult. If I were a well-off commoner, I might support the Stormcloaks' actions. But I'm just a prostitute; faith is less important to me than a box of rouge. If it weren't for these people, I wouldn't be captured now. So I instinctively resented Larov.

“What? They're going to kill us? Good heavens! This is too much!” Lockel began to shout, his eyes filled with fear. Too much? I rolled my eyes: Being shot in the knee is what's truly too much! I always thought that after escaping Moritz, I could freely be an adventurer, pursuing my life's goals, and because of this arrow, it's all ruined! Who knows what the next life will bring!

"Why isn't he saying anything?" Lockel pointed at the masked man sitting next to me.

"Watch your words!" Larov became serious. "You're facing Ulfric, the lord of Windhelm!"

What? He's the lord of Windhelm? I was shocked. So, he's the leader of the rebels? Now he's been captured by Imperial soldiers, which means the war is over? I... I really know how to pick my timing!

The prison wagon swayed into Helgen. Passing soldiers and villagers stopped and stared at us, their eyes filled with schadenfreude. No wonder, we: thieves, prostitutes, rebels—in the eyes of these ordinary people, we certainly deserved to die.

The prison wagon stopped in front of a fortress. There was a flagpole in front of the fortress, and below the flagpole was a stone guillotine. Several soldiers were washing it with water, obviously having just executed someone. The prison van driver got off to hand over the prisoners, and then several soldiers boarded the van and escorted us off. I was assigned to the last position. The soldier pulled me up and pushed me off the van. I stumbled and before I could even turn around and glare at him, a lewd hand covered my left buttock.

"Ugh!" I was about to protest when a lewd voice rang in my ear: "What a waste to kill a beauty like you!"

As he spoke, his hand didn't stop, and he began to knead my buttocks vigorously: "Why don't you let me have some fun!"

I gasped, then lowered my voice: "Why should I!"

"You have no choice!" As soon as he finished speaking, that hand slid directly into my waistband and pinched my bare buttocks. His enchantment was like the crawling of a venomous snake; every inch of my skin that passed over it raised goosebumps. My delicate and tender buttocks changed shape in his hands. A kind of pleasure from being violated in front of everyone spread throughout my body. I began to breathe heavily, feeling the roughness of the place being touched. The hand slowly caressed, moving downwards, past my anus, and touching my slit… “No!” I gritted my teeth and squeezed out the two words. But I was still met with rejection. The hand suddenly increased its pressure, sliding into my already wet opening.

“Ah!” The most tender part was stimulated by rough fingers. I felt a pleasure I had never experienced before, accompanied by a slight pain. The pain made me struggle and take a step forward, finally escaping the clutches.

“You! Who gave you permission to step forward!” The middle-aged female officer standing in front of me was clearly disgusted by my sudden movement. But in fact, from the first moment she saw me, I knew she disliked me—no ugly woman would like a woman who looks threatening!

“In that case, you will be the first to die!” The female officer said, waving her hand, and two soldiers grabbed me from behind and walked towards the guillotine.

"Damn it! Why?! You old woman!" I started cursing, struggling violently. It's truly the happiest thing to die without a single temper. But I was definitely not reconciled. Besides verbal abuse, I began to curse this world in my heart, this world that made me an orphan!

"Too bad you're about to die," that lewd voice rang out again, "But it's alright, after you're beheaded, I'll collect your corpse. Even without a head, your body can still be used!"

A chill ran down my spine. I turned to my left, staring intently at the man. But the helmet blocked my vision. I couldn't even see his eyes!

A powerful force pushed me, forcing me to my knees. The soldier stepped on my head, pressing me against the guillotine.

Finally… my damned life ended at eighteen… The ground began to tremble. A howl pierced the sky! Everyone was startled and began to discuss in astonishment. A dark shadow flashed past the corner of my eye, but for me, facing death, it was all meaningless.

The executioner raised his gleaming axe high, and I slowly closed my eyes, accepting my impending demise.

A deafening roar followed, accompanied by a violent tremor and a scattering of earth and stones. I opened my eyes again, and on the fortress before me stood a gigantic, winged lizard. Its dark green scales shimmered with a silent light, noble and solemn.

This was… a dragon?

The lizard opened its mouth, and a deafening roar confirmed my suspicions. The crowd, some struck by stones, some sent flying by the roar, some fleeing in terror, were in complete chaos, utterly oblivious to my impending doom.
Life is full of surprises.

The sudden attack of a giant dragon had actually saved me! Looking at the chaotic scene around me, the relief of surviving made everything feel incredibly wonderful.

"Boom!" A broken pillar crashed down in front of me, startling me. Damn it, I was so caught up in my ecstasy that I almost forgot this situation could be deadly.

I readily complied, following the villagers as they fled for their lives. Before I'd gone far, a dragon's roar erupted from behind, shattering the city gate in front of us. The collapsing gate instantly claimed several lives.

"Damn it!" Looking at the flying blood and tissue, and the fallen gate before me, I couldn't help but curse. Without a word, I turned and ran in another direction.

What's that saying? "Those who survive a great calamity are destined for good fortune!" I hadn't run far when I saw a figure in prison clothes ahead. It was my companion from the prison van earlier—Larov!

"Wait...wait for me!" I called out. Larov turned around, looking at me with surprise.

"You...you're still alive? That's perfect, come with me!" Larov said, leading me into an alley.

The ground continued to tremble. Larov skillfully led me through rows of houses, arriving at a tower.

Larov pointed to the tower's door and said to me, "Go in from here, and you can go down the mountain through the underground passage."

"You...how do you know this?" I asked him, puzzled.

"It's embarrassing to admit. Before I joined the army, I learned a trade in this village for a few years," Larov said, looking around. "Hopefully no one recognized me, or I'll be really embarrassed!"

What a coincidence! I was overjoyed. "Great! Quickly untie me!"

Larov blushed and came over to untie me. He seemed a little shy around me; he must have been quite thirsty during his years in the army. But I wasn't moved to the point of offering myself.

With the ropes untied, we broke down the door. Sure enough, there was a path leading to the basement. With the dragon raging outside, the only safe place was underground. We ran down the stairs. Just as we rounded a corner, a shadow moved on the ground.

Larov raised his hand to block, his palm landing directly on my chest. Before I could even get angry, the owner of the shadow spoke up: "Who? Who is it?"

The sound of a blade being drawn rang out, followed by the figure slowly approaching us. The candlelight illuminated her face. It was the middle-aged female officer!

"Two death row inmates!" The middle-aged female officer's eyes flashed with anger, clearly directed at me. "Since you've delivered yourselves to my doorstep, I'll personally send you on your way!"

I took a step back. Though my body flinched, my mouth remained sharp: "Oh my, isn't this the esteemed officer? Why aren't you up there saving lives, hiding in a place like this?"

The female officer was clearly offended by my words. She stammered a few words, becoming even angrier: "I...I'm because...what's it to you? Go tell the Demon God if you have a problem!" With that, she raised her sword.

Seeing her sword slashing down, I didn't dodge. It was Larov who couldn't stand it anymore: These two women don't even look at the situation outside, is it really necessary?

"Stop!" Larov roared, grabbing the female officer's arm. "Remember, there's a monster rampaging up there, and you'll encounter some wild beasts if you go down this path. I don't think you can escape alone!"

"What? You expect me to team up with you two?" The female officer's eyes were full of disdain.

"Oh, don't be so hard on yourself! Look at you!" Larov's tone became ambiguous. "So beautiful, naturally gorgeous, I don't want you to die here!"

What? I almost laughed out loud. Are you fucking sure? Sure enough, men can say anything. I thought he was a bit introverted, but it seems he's got a trick up his sleeve!

The female officer was also somewhat surprised. She slowly lowered her arm, a blush appearing on her face: "You... what did you say?"

Larov took a deep breath: "I said you're beautiful, gorgeous, the most beautiful woman in all of Skyrim!" Saying that, he pointed at me, "This blonde girl is no match for you!"

Talking nonsense is one thing, but including me in the mix? I'm going to get angry!

Unexpectedly, those few words were so effective; the tomboyish officer suddenly blushed like a woman in the throes of first love.

"Are you serious?" the female officer asked, gently stroking Larov's pectoral muscles.

"Of course, baby!" Larov winked flirtatiously.

"Alright," the female officer smiled seductively, "then you'll be on top of me!"

"Huh?" Larov and I were both dumbfounded.

The female officer pointed at me: "In front of this little blonde!"

"Uh..." Larov licked his lips, glancing at me awkwardly, "This... this might corrupt a young girl... isn't that a bad idea?"

Before I could speak, the female officer lunged forward, pounced on Larov, and the two began a passionate kiss. Forty is indeed a powerful age! I stared dumbfounded at the battle between the two middle-aged men, then, after a moment's thought, walked to a corner, sat on a small stool, and prepared to be a spectator.

The female officer began to undress. To be honest, even though she was middle-aged, she was still quite well-endowed; her breasts were at least a G cup, hanging prominently below her shoulders. Her areolas were large and dark brown, and her nipples were engorged with blood from excitement. Larov pinched her left breast with one hand and put the nipple in his mouth, sucking on it.

"Ah...ah!" The female officer let out a pleasurable expression, holding Larov's head and moaning wildly.

Larov sucked on her nipple, then circled her areola with his tongue, each circle accompanied by a moan from the female officer.

"Quick, take me!" The female officer was already impatient; she was put back on the ground, and then she began to take off her pants.

A pair of full, round buttocks appeared before my eyes; probably due to long marches, although large, the flesh was taut and not saggy at all. Those buttocks must feel really good to squeeze, right?

The female officer spread her legs lasciviously, her hands gripping her vulva, and shouted to Larov, "Quick, come in!"

Larov also pulled down his pants, revealing his already erect penis, and thrust it directly into her hairy vulva.

"Ah!" Both of them let out cries of pleasure. Then the female officer embraced Larov, who lifted one of her legs, and the two began to have intercourse. Her buttocks trembled in front of me, like incredibly tempting apples.

For some reason, watching them made me feel hot all over, and my lower body felt itchy. Taking advantage of their inattention, I hid in a corner, in the dim candlelight, and my hand unconsciously reached into my pants and began to touch my vulva.

I am naturally hairless, and all I could touch was soft, tender skin. I began to tease my clitoris with my middle finger, the most sensitive spot on my body. Sure enough, just a light touch sent a wave of pleasure through my central nervous system. The tender flesh inside my vulva began to spasm rhythmically.

Am I so sensitive because I was born a lewd person? Watching the two people making love in front of me, my face flushed crimson, and my hands moved even faster. A warm liquid slowly flowed from her vagina.

My vagina itched even more, and my hand unconsciously moved downwards, sliding inside her soft labia. Touching the tender flesh inside, I began to thrust my fingers in and out. The vagina, under the friction, began to suck on my fingers, faster and faster. More vaginal fluid flowed out, and the originally grooved vaginal walls became incredibly smooth from the lubrication.

"I...I'm going to cum!" Larov, holding the female officer, began to breathe heavily. The female officer's body trembled vigorously, responding to Larov. Finally, with a melodious cry from the female officer, Larov ejaculated inside her.

A torrent gushed from my genitals, through my pants, and directly soaked the ground. A faint, musky smell filled the air. I had actually squirted! I withdrew my fingers. They were covered in vaginal fluid. My vagina was still wet and hot, desperately craving a penis to penetrate it. I swallowed hard, forcing myself to stand up despite my lust. Before I could even say anything to Larov, I was suddenly struck hard on the back of the head and passed out.
...

When I woke up, I was in another room. This room was filled with men dressed in rebel uniforms. In front of me, two men with their backs to me were admiring the white flesh in the center of the room. It was a female officer; her hands were tied high, her hair covered her face, and her head drooped. Her large breasts were still swaying up and down, and behind her, a man was lifting one of her legs and thrusting into her from behind.

But what instantly brought me back to my senses was myself. I was completely naked, my hands and legs bound together in an "M" shape. My vagina was now completely exposed to everyone's eyes.

The two men with their backs to me turned around—it was Larov and Ulfrik!

"Ugh! Ugh!" My mouth was stuffed with a wad of cloth, preventing me from making a sound, but from their wicked smiles, I knew something was wrong.

"Hehe..." Larov leered at me, "You don't know this is our secret hideout, do you? So easy to fool, such a tempting little girl! This is true natural beauty!"

Ulfric nodded firmly, "Not a single flaw on her body!"

Larov moved closer to me: "Little girl, the Kingslayer, the heir to the Dragon's Roar—Ulfric Stormcloak, is going to have his way with you!"

I refused! I began to struggle fiercely, but the ropes were tied tightly, and my struggles were futile. Ulfric began to lean down and lick my vulva with his tongue.

The moment he licked my clitoris, my whole body felt like it was being electrocuted, and I couldn't help but convulse. A strong sense of shame made me burst into tears. Yet my eyes still couldn't help but watch as Ulfric used his tongue to violate me little by little.

He held my labia minora in his mouth and sucked on them forcefully. With each suck, it felt as if he was drawing out vaginal fluid from the deepest part of my vagina.

"What a beautiful little hole, and she's still a virgin!" Ulfric spread my labia minora, praising me endlessly. The inner flesh of my vagina was completely exposed to the strange man, and it was already rhythmically twitching inside, the opening opening and closing as if it couldn't wait any longer.

Larov also came over, grabbing my breasts with both hands and starting to knead them. My white breasts changed shape in his hands, and my two pink nipples began to stand erect under the kneading, trembling gently under the teasing of his fingers.

"Look, so slutty!" Ulfric's fingers slid from my anus, over my perineum, and then to my vaginal opening. It was already overflowing with moisture.

"Then I won't be polite!" he said, pulling down his pants. A dark brown penis appeared in front of me. Below it was my vagina, completely exposed, completely unreserved, and about to be violated.

"Ugh!!!" I screamed my heart out, but I couldn't utter a single word. I could only keep moving my lower body. However, Ulfric's hands clamped down on my slender waist, and my lower body lost all strength.

His penis slowly rubbed against my vulva, then slid into my already incredibly wet opening.

A piercing pain, accompanied by a strange pleasure, overwhelmed my entire body. The pain and shame of losing my virginity brought tears to my eyes. Yet, my lower body surprisingly responded to the penis, opening and closing with its movements.

"So tight, so good!" Ulfric sighed contentedly, then began to play with my breasts. Larov walked over my head, pulled the cloth out of my mouth, but before I could even cry out, he shoved his penis into my mouth, all the way to my throat.

The two of them, one above the other, violated me, and I, besides the pain, felt a pleasure I had never felt before. This pleasure even made my throat murmur, a sound that even I found incredibly numbing.

After what seemed like an eternity, another surge of heat welled up inside me, erupting from my convulsing lower body and splashing clear fluid. Ulfric, his face beaming with delight, gripped my legs even tighter.

"This chick's blown away! I'm about to come too! Hurry!"

"Ugh! Ugh!" I protested, shaking my head. But Larov also held my head: "Me too! Her tongue is so good at sucking, so beautiful!"

The two men, panting heavily, fucked me even harder. Finally, a gush of hot fluid shot directly into my uterus from the penis below, and under this stimulation, my lower body convulsed violently once more—I orgasmed too! The penis above also ejaculated deep into my throat, which I couldn't resist and swallowed all of it.

The two men released me, standing aside, panting heavily. The taste of semen still lingered in my throat, and a stream of semen flowed from my vagina, down to my perineum, down to my anus, and finally dripped onto the bed.

"Brothers! Forget that old woman! There's someone better here!" Ulfric pointed at me, and the soldiers who had been watching, already itching for more, pounced on me like wolves. They tore at me, violated me.

I couldn't utter a word, but the hatred in my heart was overwhelming. Ulfric! Not only did he take my virginity, which couldn't be bought with two hundred thousand gold coins, but he also made the soldiers defile me! Behind the soldiers' disheveled figures, I saw Ulfric's smile. I swore I would remember him, as long as I got out! As long as… I don't know how much time passed, or how many men had slept with me. My whole body was soaked in semen—in my mouth, nose, face, and chest. My virgin vagina, after being bombarded repeatedly, was swollen and throbbing, constantly leaking vaginal fluid and semen. My anus had also been deflowered in the chaos, and was still raw and a pitiful sight. I felt no pleasure, only pain all over my body and boundless hatred in my heart. Through my blurry vision, these men leisurely dressed.

"What are you going to do with her? Larov? Kill her?" Ulfric asked.

"Kill her? What a waste. Leave her some hope. We'll go out and seal the door. If she wants to get out, she has to keep going. As for whether she'll die at the hands of the Frost Spiders, the Giant Bears, or just freeze to death… that's all up to fate!" Larov finished, laughing heartily.

My vision blurred even more. But before I drifted off to sleep, I memorized their faces one last time. I swear, I will escape!

[The End]

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