Thermius

I have a few things again;   - The guard behind the first iron gate has a few pathing issues when he runs into the player and alternatively when he paths around. He either runs into the table and gets stuck or he blocks my PC from moving in front of him to continue the scene. I used TC to move my PC and he picked up his scene.   - The guard inside the mine gets stuck when he wants the first hand-in. He just stays put indefinitely. I'll have to replay it again and additem an ore to hand in to see if he reacts, but as of yet, 2 days have past and he's still frozen.   - Mining the gold vein drains stamina as it should, but I can time-skip 1 hour and it will keep mining without losing stamina.   - Going to the toilet works, but after getting off of the toilet my PC holds on to the ZAZ drip and ZAZ pee items.   Edit: - The other slaves used the toilet, but one got knocked off by the guard and now it says 'someone is using that'   - The guard inside the mine did one ore collection round and got stuck on punishing my PC, also, at 10:10 he didn't put everyone back to work, so he is frozen again.

  My General Subs was off, but Dialogue Subs were on. I used First Person and Immersive First Person, 6th attempt was in third. Yes please I love that resource. It would imply that they regularly get new slaves to brand or at least have enough branding to do to warrant an automated setup.   7th attempt went fine, the dialog appeared with General Subs on, Immersive FPed the branding scene, that went fine, I'm now getting tossed into the mine. Thank's Slaves of Tamriel, now I can spend the rest of my day trapped in a claustrophobic environment with no hope of escape.   You can add me to fan list

I've started six times thus far; 1st attempt was through Simple Slavery: I had the same black screen jfraser had. 2nd attempt was through MCM: During the first scripted scene I didn't get any dialog and I think Deadly Mutilation freaked out when my PC was placed on the wheel. The screams, they were horrendous and my PC died nearly instantly (Lv 1) 3rd time: through MCM, again no dialog, my PC clipped through the wooden support behind the wooden wheel. 4th time: no dialog, PC still dies instantly during the branding, the screams tore my eardrums. I had disabled Deadly Mutilation, but ofc. that didn't remove those screams... 5th time: loaded my save, tried MCM twice, it didn't start the quest. 6th time: restarted the game, loaded my save, starts fine through MCM, TGM for the branding, PC still dies several times before DA tries to kick in.   I'm not having much succes getting into the mine.

  I had something similar where certain animations put characters in the wrong role. Getting raped by a spriggan would, for instance, result in my PC doing the actual assault... It could have been SD+, but then again it could be a resource SD+ uses. Maybe the position for the victim is tagged wrong in the animation, who knows... In all likelihood it would be the position in the animation.   I'd say; 'Take it like a man'

  too dark? Light a torch. If you don't like carrying a torch I can recommend this mod to you; Linky

People have died from a drop less than six inches... Oh the humanity...

I've had a problem with the quest where you join the cult, I think I'm supposed to get a cultists outfit, but the parasite remains equipped. I also get a second parasite put in my inventory.   Also, I took a look at the dialog in TES5Edit and though the story is fine, your English could use a bit of polish. If you have a text or excel file with the dialog I'd be willing to fix it for you.

  Benson had some great art and stories of a Gordian society (Stepford Bound, etc.) Objectification dialog wouldn't even recognize the player/npc as an individual, they'd be on par with furniture.   As for Pony play; There are lots of types of ponies/equine-forms. You could be breeding stock or a war horse, a bondage or a show pony, there are so many possibilities. A set of pony gear that buffs the player's combat stats would be nice for a war horse... Then you could still be expected to complete radiant 'kill the bandits' quests

Alex seemed like a busy man. I had read on the forums that he'd only recently joined the group that was organizing the slave-market. So it didn't strike me as surprising that he was the one doing most of the running around. Eventually he had brought over two dozen slaves. Thirteen of whom I ended up sharing the holding pen with. On one trip, Alex had helped me put my armbinder back on. I was grateful for this as it raised my immersion a bit, but it also had a 'fun' side-effect. Standing with my arms out of the way like that in an enclosed space with other naked slaves made me an obvious target for what I'd call an Alpha slave. Nine didn't introduce herself... She just started pinching my nipples. Either unaware of the One Rule or simply ignoring it, she also started squeezing my sack. Thankfully I had recovered from Astrid's 'tender care', but this girl was being mean to me... When she eventually went down on me it felt like I was going to be eaten alive. I had never had a woman play with my manhood with her teeth. I think the fear hurt me most... A collar can be a very liberating device to some people. They have an excuse to act on their fetishes and perversions... Nine wanted to play a dominant slut... Astrid had other ideas though... With a yank on Nine's collar she pulls her from me and drags her out of the holding pen. Astrid and Nine disappear from the holding area, which is enclosed with black screens. I was grateful for being freed from 'Nine of bites' to be honest... I spent some time getting to know some of the slave and listening to their motivation. Most were here with a Master and were here for some Roleplay. One couple took turns at being a guest and being merchandise. The thrill of possibly ending up with someone else for the day had nested firmly in their relationship. Among the crowd in the pen was number Ten, a guy that shied away from the rest of us until I decided to introduce myself. "Hi, are you enjoying yourself? I'm Numenor, what's your name?" "Hi. I'm Koh. I think I may have jumped in the deep end too soon..." "What makes you say that? Are these perhaps your first steps into our wonderful little world?" "Well... Yes..." "What did you fill in on your application? I can't imagine they won't take your wishes into consideration." "I didn't fill in much. I hadn't even heard of or considered most of what was on the list..." "Cheer up, mate. There are a couple of really good Doms and Dommes on the guest list. I've met a bunch of them on other occasions. Look at the guys in the cage. See the one with the blindfold and posture collar?" "That what? What is a posture collar?" "A collar that keeps your head in the same place, more or less..." "Ah... Yes." "That's Pete, he's a friend of mine. He is here with his wife. She's a professional Domme. She's adapt at introducing new people, like you, to BDSM. Maybe she'll buy you at the auction. You never know." "Is that... Is that a... Through his..." "Yes... Pete has a piercing fetish..." "Oh... doesn't that... you know..." "Look at it this way, It is a clear message, right?" Pete has piercings just about anywhere, but he has one very special one. Two centimeters into his urethra he has a hole and currently hooked through this hole is a padlock... As far as chastity goes, this is probably one of the most extreme expressions of 'Mine'. "What have I gotten myself into?!" Koh sighed. "Bondage, exhibitionism and submission to name a few of the basic fetishes... Are you a straight man Koh? Or do you suck dick?" He looked startled for a moment, which made me laugh. "I like everyone, Koh, I have no preferences. I like being what someone forces me to be to be honest. I'm a real masochist though, so sex is a bonus for me..." "I... I'm not sure what I like yet..." "Then you have so much to explore still! Who knows... You might end up like Pete..." A smile grew on Koh's face. "I don't think I'm ready to find out about that Nume." "I'll introduce you to him and his wife at the after-party. They are good people." "I'd like that... Thanks." To be continued... Disclaimer (thanks to thebookdesigner.com ): This is a work of adult fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.

Guards are easily persuaded to look the other way. Irileth isn't a mere guard... Irileth is the House Carl of Dragonsreach Keep, the personal bodyguard and right hand of the Jarl. I don't know it it is her Dunmer origin, but she is the kind of woman that prefers introductions at swordarm's length... With a sword drawn... A very sharp sword... While she held her immaculate blade perfectly aligned with my throat she asked me who I was. Had it been anyone else I would have asked; "Don't you know who I am?", but I like my head attached to my body... Truthfully, even Paarthurnax's first appearance hadn't shaken me quite like Irileth... Who ever thought of restricting entry to Dragonsreach certainly put the right person in charge of enforcing it. When I mentioned my name Irileth sheathed her blade. "So you are the one that lifted the Jarl's spirit. I welcome you to Dragonsreach Keep, but be warned stranger... Assassins do not end up in the dungeon... They end op on a pyre with a sword wound through their heart." So... Dinner for two with Balgruuf, the Jarl. While I hadn't eaten this well in... Forever... I found myself distracted. The conversation was pleasant, or as near as you can get with the civil war weighing down the mood rather heavily. Pleasantries aside... Before me sat a different man than I had met yesterday, but even with the renewed spark in his eyes I felt sadness in his voice. "When did you lose her?" I asked, a bit harsh and a bit upfront, but I always found people liked to open up to me. He looked hurt. "Why would you ask?" He replied. "Because, you have the same look in your eyes as my uncle after my aunt died." Balgruuf sat motionless for a moment and sighed. "Four-hundred and twenty-nine days ago. Neither by sword nor assassin's blade. Her heart just stopped. The only consolation is that she didn't suffer." "So Four-hundred and twenty-nine days to the day... And let me guess, you have yet to find someone patch the hole in your heart." "When you spoke courage and wisdom you moved me." He replied "I'm sorry my Jarl, but my heart belongs to another." I told him and stood up from the table. He might have though I was leaving, but I surprised him when I dropped my skirt and unveiled my chastity belt... My guardian... "As you can see, I am very serious about that commitment." He took a moment to get a good look. The wicked girl inside of me had all sorts of nice suggestions, but this was a Jarl... Not some stable-hand in fuck-town nowhere's-ville... Also, Irileth... With slightly less than elegant motion I propped myself up on the table in front of him. "It was crafted for me when town started getting raided more often and my fiancée has the keys." "May I?" Balgruuf asked, raising a hand. "Go ahead, I wouldn't want to be accused of being a tease." I answered, slightly coy... Balgruuf had a good grope for a while. His hands were particularly strong... "You do not strike me as man who would want an other wife though." I said when I dismounted the table and picked up my skirt off the floor. "Are you looking for a mistress or a concubine? Or are you just looking for companionship and casual sex?" "I... You read me well... For my children there will never be a true mother. A man does long for companionship though. I could have bought a slave at any time for sex, but it isn't what I'm looking for." If you looked inside my head during the moment he finished speaking... You would have seen a torch igniting. "Would you have room in your court for a servant? A woman who likes being tied up and restrained. Someone who likes to surrender herself to you by her own free will. A lady during the day, a submissive by night..." "I suppose you would know such a woman." Balgruuf replied, mocking my idea slightly. "I know a maiden... You'd be saving her from a dreary life and an abusive step-brother. She is interested and eager to learn bondage with a good man, but she hasn't come across any. You could sweep her off her feet..." "I would have to meet her first, but your proposal sounds reasonable. My lonely heart does beat faster at the idea of being whole once more." "Would Hrongar be willing to deliver a message to her by carriage? I'm sure she'll come here if I write her a letter." "Yes, but why Hrongar?" "He looked bored out of his skull back at the Bannered Mare Inn. This would be a nice quest for him and a safety measure for my acquaintance." "I can have him ready the day after tomorrow." "I'll write the letter tomorrow then, rest assured... You won't be disappointed." That said I took my leave and wandered towards the Bannered Mare Inn. Today had been another day of helping love and repairing hearts... Disclaimer (thanks to thebookdesigner.com ): This is a work of (pure adult) fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.

  no sir, you did not.   last time I played this quest everything went well, the time before that some dialog acted weird... same version, my save was FUBAR through many many poor choices on my part which caused a lot of shyte... So I did a new build and a clean char and had no problems since...   Sometimes stuff just happens...

@Mister E and kenny316     The book is in the chest on the table. Player.additem ##021f09 should give you the key to the strongbox, just replace the ## with the position CoCo_TDM2 has in your load order. You could use "help coco_strongboxkey" to get the ID...

Content will resume next weekend, probably... RL, the dirty vampire that it is, has drained me...

Dear reader, I thought it might be nice if I added an index of sorts, because I don't put any links in the blog posts themselves. Thanks for reading and feel free to leave a comment. -Thermius Devious Skyrim Story: This is a story that started as a playthrough, but has since been re-purposed. Following the adventures of Thermis while she journeys back home. The picture I use for these stories represents my muses; Huginn and Muninn Chapter 1: Day 1 - The day my world reset

  Custom race, probably not supported.

Sometimes there isn't even an 'I refuse' button... Which irks me...

Dear Diary, Forget the Daedra... They are not plotting against me as much as the divines themselves... Mara in particular these past few days... It started with 'Hello', as it always does. Adrianne Avenicci is a feisty Imperial woman. She is married to Ulfberth War-Bear and this is where I started to suspect Mara having a jab at recruiting me for her cause... As the Goddess of love, she is probably incensed with me for keeping Hadmir on a leash this long... Lady, I love him in my own way! Anyway... Adrianne and Ulfbreth seemed to have little fire between them the day I walked in to Warmaiden's. Sure, they were intent on selling me their wares, but by the setting of the sun they went their separate ways until nightfall was but a memory. They might still sleep in the same bed, but I didn't really feel the love in the air. I spent most of the first day tending the smelter and brewing a batch of Corundum metal, a tedious task at best. I can now shovel charcoal like the heroes of old though... The next day, Yesterday, Adrianne had set up a batch of steel composite, which apparently turned out very nice by the end of the day. It earned me the 'patience' award from her and I felt she was warming to me... It might have been the smelter messing with my head though. Adrianne invited me to her house when the day drew to a close. Ulfbreth was nowhere to be found. I guessed she just enjoyed my company, so we spent the evening talking... Childhoods, current events, aspirations, hearts desires... She wanted to become a swordsmith for as long as she could stand on her feet. Her father was apparently the Steward to Whiterun, an important and prestigious position. Ulfbreth returned before midnight and I said my goodbyes for the night. Adrianne seemed a bit sad at me leaving, but I didn't think much of it at the time. Ulfbreth looked... Well... Not exactly drunk, but Nords tend to weather brew well... When I returned to the inn, I sat down at Hulda's bar beside a Nord man with long, fair hair and a man with short hair. Both looked surprised when I ordered three tankards of Nord Mead. Hulda placed them in front of me first, but I waved two towards the pair sitting beside me. "Two for the pair of long faces, just one for me Hulda." I said and collapsed on the counter. "Why you..." The short haired mountain of a man said, but he was silenced by his companion. "Hrongar, there is no need to be offended. This young lady is right. We are bringing down the mood somewhat." He gestured towards the rest of the inn. Everyone was unusually quiet for a normal evening. Even that lecher of bard seemed out of songs at that moment. "So, what brings you to Whiterun stranger?" The long haired man asked. I told him I was traveling back home, to Hjaalmarch Hold. When he asked where I had been I told him I had been on a pilgrimage to High Hrothgar. I wasn't far off to be honest... "Ah, the seven thousand steps. I have also made that journey. High Hrothgar was like another world back then, probably even more so now. Did you know the Dragonborn discovered his gift here in Whiterun?" "The Dragonborn? You knew him?" "I know the Dragonborn, yes. You speak of him as if you know more of his fate though." "I heard he defeated Alduin and that he hasn't returned to the Greybeards yet." The man raised his eyebrow. "And where have you heard that? If I may ask." "I spoke to the Greybeards..." "Did you now? Then they have started teaching the way of the voice again? Do they accept students again?" "I don't know. They did say these troubled times require wisdom..." I said and raised my tankard and shouted "Here is to the wise! Here is to the brave! To Skyrim!" Words are the fuel. They fuel the spirit of man... All those present at the inn simultaneously raised their drink to Skyrim at my shout... "Your words could inspire a battalion, nay, a legion... Yes, Skyrim will endure. Thank you, friend, for raising our spirits. I would be honored if you would join us for dinner tomorrow evening." "Sure thing. I'm probably going to be spent after another day at the smeltery, so don't expect great feats of inspiration, alright?" I said and extended my hand. "The name is Thermis. Nice to make your acquaintance." The man accepted my hand and shook it with a fair grip. "The pleasure is all mine, Thermis, My name is Balgruuf the Greater. I am the Jarl of Whiterun Hold." So there I was... exchanging pleasantries with the Jarl... Though I suspected I'd trump his surprise by quite a margin the following day... To my surprise, Adrianne didn't have me tend the smeltery today. Instead, she told me to help her around the house for the day. Ulfberth was busy sharpening a dozen swords... It felt like a set up from the moment I set foot in the shop, but curious... Adrianne contrieved a reason for me to follow her upstairs... Gods what is it with all the lonely hearts! Ulfberth, man the fuck up! I guess she was relieved when I grabbed her from behind and pressed her against the wall. Under her shallow breath she stammered; "Please... please..." "Please what?" I asked and felt her squirm around my fingers which were making their way towards her crotch. The what soon became clear when I failed to slip my fingers into her... Where there should have been a welcoming opening, I felt a series of rings and something that felt like familiar and infuriating... a lock... In a swift move I dragged her over to their bed and dumped her onto it. Her skirt was off in mere moments. Before me lay a woman with pierced labia... the piercings had been used to lock her entrance away. She looked sad about my reaction. "Why? Who? When?" I asked her and she turned her head away from me. "Slavers kidnapped me when I was traveling. Ulfbreth came and killed them, but they had already mutilated me like this." She looked like she could break down in tears at any moment, but I picked her up from the bed and hugged her, to her surprise. I backed off a pace and dropped my cloak, revealing the collar I had been hiding for nearly two weeks. "Bandits... I was taken during a raid on my home some time ago. I don't know how long I have been away, but It has been quite a journey." I told her and she hugged me tight. "I was going to ask you to remove this in exchange for a bit of labor. But you are in luck... If you have the lockpicks I can try and rid you of that lock." Before I knew what was happening she had run off and returned with two dozen lockpicks... "So this whole cold marriage thing is because of this blasted lock?" I asked while probing the lock." "Ulfbreth never talks about it, but he's crying on the inside. He blames himself for not being there when I needed him most. He is wrong though... He was there when it mattered... But try telling that to a stubborn Nord." Adrianne responds and quickly covers her mouth. "Keep it up lady and I'll stuff that soulgem you keep under your pillow where the sun doesn't shine..." I said in an attempt at levity. "I wish you could..." Adrianne responded to my surprise. "If only I could properly reward Ulfbreth for saving me, but allas... He is too big for my... other hole... and my mouth for that matter..." With an audible click the lock released, breaking the seal on Adrianne's life. Tear sprang from her eyes and she is about to start crying me a river, but I pressed a finger to her lips. "Wait here a moment... I'll be right back... Hold that thought!" I told her and rushed downstairs. Outside, I dragged Ulfbreth from the grindstone and pushed him inside the shop. He looked rather befuddled at me until I pointed upstairs and said "Go. Now!" Sheepishly he followed my instruction while I locked the door to the shop. When I arrived upstairs both Adri and Ulf were in tears... Hugging and kissing and crying... "I'll show myself out" I thought to myself and went back downstairs, exiting through the backdoor. "Another couple fixed... Seriously Mara... I don't remember signing up for this..." I mutter to myself when I take a seat under the Gildergreen, one of Kyne's blessed trees and the main reason pilgrims come to Whiterun. A priest of Talos is preaching nearby, but I care not... Nobody seems to care... Before me a couple argues about some old sword while I write this... I'll have to put them on my To-Do-list or I fear I might be in for some divine retribution... Anyway... Dinner at Dragonsreach tonight... I wonder if either Balgruuf or Hrongar needs fixing... I've got my eye on you Mara... Disclaimer (thanks to thebookdesigner.com ): This is a work of (pure adult) fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.

I turn to the girls in the holding pen. "Hi, I'm Numenor. Nice to meet you." I say with an inviting smile in the hopes a pleasant conversation to which Seventeen responds; "Hello Nume, I'm Dannika and this is..." "Rachel" Twelves cuts in and points at me... "Cover yourself up! Do you really have to wave that around all the time?" I give her a bemused look. "Cover myself how? I don't really have any choice in the matter, do I?" She looks insulted and rushes over to me. Carefully avoiding my front, she tugs on my arm and spins me around. "I'll take the armbinder off so you can cover up yourself!" She says and starts releasing the straps. I protest, but I'm not exactly able to resist her and keep my balance at the same time... "And what do you think you are doing? Twelve." A sharp voice says. Twelve stops and we turn to look at the source of the command. At the gate stands an imposing figure; A woman dressed in blue, camo pants. She has her long hair tied in a single braid and she covers her eyes with aviator sunglasses. She doesn't have a top on, but her ample breast are covered with a special forces double tool-belt. In her hand is a crop I recognize as a nasty piece of work. It has a very fine tip, which signifies sharp pain to me. "No touching other merchandise, Twelve." She says and grabs Twelve by the arm. "I'll give you a swift lesson in obedience, step outside..." She attempts to drag Twelve out of the pen, but I intervene. "You are in the way Five... I don't appreciate that..." She sneers and releases Twelve. "Pardon me Ma'am, but It was my fault. I interrupted master Alex before he could tell them the rules. I take responsibility for failing to follow the rule." "Is that so? Well... You're going to regret that in a moment... Twenty lashes should adjust your obedience sufficiently. Twelve, take off his armbinder." "Ma'am..." Twelve says and continues where she stopped. "Now, Stand out here in the open for Mistress Astrid... Hands behind your head." I raise my hands and before I can steel my mind she hits my bottom. It feels like I'm being stabbed... It makes me flinch. "Any more more movement from you and I'll add ten more..." She says and hits me two more times. Every other strike I feel like flinching, but she takes it slowly. After a total of nineteen strikes she grabs me by the arm and leads me back into the holding pen. "Spread your legs and keep your hands on your head until I am gone." The moment of silence is broken by her crop hitting my testes, which knocks the wind from my lungs... I endure it however... Twelve and Seventeen stand by the spectacle and just watch... Astrid twists my right nipple for good measure and saunters out of the pen. When she is gone tears roll from my eyes and I drop to the floor, cradling my sack... Seventeen is the first to speak. "How was it?" She asks. "I think she held back..." I respond and raise myself to a seated position. "One rule; No touching the merchandise... Alex forgot to tell you that, because of me. Sorry." "See Rachel... Not all men are bad." She says to Twelve, who seems very interested in the red marks on my back. "I am a bit selfish though." I say while covering myself a bit. "I wanted to find out what the punishment was. Apart from the last hit, she was very nice... If you are partial to pain, she provided a nice pallet." "So? What is your passion, Miss Dannika Seventeen?" I ask. Dannika smiles. "We are here for rope bondage and suspension, but I also love forced orgasms. Rachel is interested in pain, but not with men..." Rachel sits down next to Dannika and looks me in the eyes with a rather guilty look on her face. "I'm sorry you got hit for my mistake... Numenor was it?" "Don't be. I'm a masochist, it is what I like... And from a bombshell like Astrid, please..." I say with a big smile. "Is this better by the way?" I ask and reveal my sore manhood. "Yeah, sorry... I just don't like having to look at it..." "Are you here with anyone Nume?" Dannika asks. "No, I'm here by myself. I haven't found anyone yet, so I'm participating in these kinds of events to get to know people... And maybe meet someone... You know..." I reply and straighten my back. "A woman that can accept the fact that I have a few special needs... Hell, I'd probably go with a man if he makes me feel right... I'm not picky really. So... Are you two a couple?" Rachel blushes and Dannika laughs. "Rachel would like that, wouldn't you?" Dannika says and Rachel buries her face in her hands. "I like girls, but I'm not opposed to men." Dannika continues. "We are sex friends for now... She gives head like no other..." Rachel looked like she was about to fall through the floor... Meanwhile, Alex had brought a few more slaves and this time they were locked in the cage. Three guys and two girls. All of them bound much tighter than me when I still had the armbinder on. Alex didn't remove their gags, so they really were in for the reluctant act. Good thing I chose the obedient role... At least now I get to talk to people... To be continued... Disclaimer (thanks to thebookdesigner.com ): This is a work of adult fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.

  Thank you very much.   Most of my characters in this story are stereotypes, but they have their origins in people I know and people I have heard about. I have met a few of Thespian's model... Not very memorable people...

The 'hooves' under my boots clatter on the concrete flooring, announcing my presence well in advance. Alex leads me from the locker room into a large open hall. To the right are a few cages and holding pens and to the left are a couple of porta-cabins. A couple of strategic space heaters keep the hall at a decent temperature, good enough to be walking around naked comfortably. With a tug on the lead, Alex directs me to the porta-cabins. "I'll drop you off at Dina's, she handles the new arrivals. I'll be inducting the next slave while you are getting the once-over, but I'll be back shortly." He says as we near our destination. The door to one of the porta-cabins opens and a girl exits. She two is bound and gagged. Alex grabs her by the collar and pulls her closer. "Five, meet Four. She's a first timer as well." Alex says. The girl bows her head slightly and I nod to her in respect. "You can get to know each other in the pens in a bit." The girl, Four, blushes a bit and turns away. A slap on her rear announces Dina's presence. "There are two new ones waiting by the entrance." Dina says to Alex. "I'll leave Four here for now and pick both of them up when I get back." Alex says and turns to Four. "You get to watch Five's inspection." That said, Alex turns and leaves. My attention is drawn by a firm grip on my testes... "Hello sweetheart, Come in and have a seat..." I manage a muffled gasp as she leads me by the balls... The seating available to me is a gynecologists chair. Dina removes my armbinder, sits me down and raises my legs in the stirrups. "Just a quick feel and a bit of a rinse according to your profile..." She says while putting on a pair of elbow-length latex gloves. "You won't mind if I spread you open a bit, right?" She teases and picks up a speculum from a tool-cart. The cold metal speculum brushes against my sphincter and my response is rather obvious... I flinch as Dina slaps my erection rather forcefully. "Down boy... Mommy is busy..." I can see Four standing in a corner of the room with her hands bound in front of her. By the looks of things, she is having a bit of fun on her own... Not fair! The speculum goes in unimpeded and Dina gives me a satisfied and playful look. "Looks like this little one is too easy for you... I'll let you have his bigger brother instead." She says with a rather wicked smile on her. She quickly replaces the speculum with another cold metal instrument... This time it is a spring loaded spreader... Another slap punishes my growing excitement. "I'm going to have to make a note in your profile, Five. Next time, bring a chastity device." "Four, do you want to see a trick?" Dina asks Four, who looks inquisitive and nods. Dine then pushes her hand inside of me and presses down on my prostate. Needless to say that this only added predicament and it earned me another slap in the balls... At least Four seemed amused... After a bit of probing and another few hard slaps to the groin, Dina pulls out and rinses her hands in a nearby washing basin. She snap her fingers and beckons me into a tiled room with a drain in the middle. Quick as I'm able, I dismount the chair and take my designated place. "Now, hands on the wall and don't spill a drop before I say you can release..." That said I feel a very much above average nozzle pushing its way into me... The sound of water flowing and the sensation of filling up don't really help my erection, but at least now Dina can't hit me in the testes... When she withdraws the nozzle, Dina makes me wait an agonizing minute before she allows me to release into a white bucket. Dina bends me over further and says; "Hold still while I make you smell a bit sweeter." She covers her hand in an oily lube and roughly opens me up again. The other hand grabbed me by the nuts once more. "You look like you are easy to milk, Five... Maybe I'll place a bit for you as well..." She says before ruining my excitement with a tight squeeze. After re-equipping my armbinder Dina leads me and Four outside. "Wait here, Alex will be back in a bit." she says and closes the door behind her. For the moment Four and I are alone. At first she attempts to cover herself up, but with her hands bound that effort is in vain. I squat and struggle against my armbinder. If anything, it seems to fascinate her... She has a cute red ball-gag in her mouth, it matches her red hair... Before too long Alex comes over with two more slaves... Numbers twelve and seventeen, both female, both bound just like Four. Twelve hides behind Seventeen when she nears me. She's either just terribly shy or not charmed by my flaccid member. 'Sorry miss, but I can't hide it with my arms like this' I think to myself. Dina emerges to take the girls inside and Twelve seems to lighten up a bit... Must be a woman's girl... Alex grabs out leads and guides us towards the cages and pens. "I checked your profiles. You are both listed as obedient, so you won't be going into the cage." Alex opens the gate to the holding pen. "Come here Five, I'll take your gag off for now." He says and frees my speech. He hangs by the gate and turns to Four to free her from her gag as well. "It is still early and most of the guests haven't yet arrived, so you get to talk to each other for a bit." He says and dons a stern look. "One rule; No touching the other merchandise. comprendé?" Both Four and me nod silently. "Good, there is clean water in the trough to your left, but I'm afraid room-service is out of the question. Any questions?" Alex asks, his stern tone gone like snow on a sunny day... "Who enforces the one rule?" I ask. "Astrid should be around here somewhere. To be fair, it is more of a courtesy to the other slaves on your part. You'd probably enjoy the punishment and you'd probably make Astrid's morning a bit more fun. Just be considerate of the others, OK, Five?" "Yes sir." "I'll be back shortly." Alex says and exits the holding pen. He locks the gate behind him. As elegant as I can manage I take a seat on one of the blankets that cover the floor. Four sits down opposite me and asks; "Are you Thespian1990 from the forum?" "No, I go by Numenor on there. I'd shake your hand, but I guess I'll bow my head instead." I respond." "Yeah, you look good in that though. I'm Flora, nice to meet you Numenor." "Like wise. Are you here with someone?" "No. I'm here on my own. I talked to Thespian on the forums and he talked me into going. I signed up as a servant, but from the looks of things you signed up for a bit more." "Well I signed up as anything except servant. I'll tell you, Dina is my kind of woman..." Flora laughs and points to me. "Your friend agrees." I look down... She's pointing at my boner... "Why boner?! Stahp!" Flora laughs heartily... Alex returns to lead Twelve and Seventeen into the pen. When he is removing their gags I stand up and walk over to them. "Sir, is there a slave named Thespian list of participants?" I ask Alex. "Hmm... I'll have a look... No there is no slave by that name, but there is a guest with that name upstairs. Is there something wrong?" "Wasn't there something in the rules that servants should be in chastity?" "Yes, but you didn't sign up as a servant..." "Isn't Four supposed to be wearing a belt then?" "But she isn't enrolled as a servant... What is this all about?" I turn to Flora and ask her; "Did you enroll yourself? Or did Thespian enroll you?" "He said he'd enroll me as a servant." Flora says and joins Alex and me at the gate. Alex sighs in exasperation. "Every time... Right, I'll change your enrollment, I think Dina could use a servant. Are you some kind of detective Five?" "No, I just have a good memory... It struck me as odd to see Four without a belt." "I'll have to keep an eye on Thespian I guess. Thanks for making my job that bit more 'fun'." Alex says with a very sarcastic look on his face. Alex grabs Flora's gag and leads her back to the porta-cabins. So there I am... I think I made two friends already... Also... Why is Twelve still hiding behind Seventeen... I'm not that scary! To be continued... Disclaimer (thanks to thebookdesigner.com ): This is a work of adult fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.

"Next!" the woman at the door says and beckons me to approach. "Your invitation and name please." She says in a rather commanding tone. "Here you go, Nume is the name you'll be checking for." She checks the list on her tablet. "Lets see, this seems to be in order... Numenor... Ah yes, single, sub... Is this your first time here?" She asks. "This is indeed my first time here, yes." The woman swipes the list away and types something on her tablet. "Right, go through the door, down the hallway and wait by the black door on the left. It has a descending stairs symbol on it. Your appointed guardian will join you shortly." She says gestures me to proceed. "Thanks." As I walk down the hallway I hear what can only be described as a busy crowd through a door to my left. It is not for me to enter there though. Half-way through the hallway is the black door with the correct symbol on it. As I wait for my contact to appear I notice a few people entering the door to the busy crowd. One of them gives me a glance, but she doesn't linger or approach me. It isn't long before someone meets me at the door. He extends his hand... His grasp is firm, mine is not... "Numenor right? I'm Alex. I'll be your guardian for today. I hope you are better rested than I am." He says with a smile. I nod and ask him what ails him. "Oh, you know, too many energy drinks, too little to eat... We put a lot of effort in organizing today you know... I hope everyone likes it." He seemed to be riding his caffeine high while it still lasted... I had slept well, but the early bird in me had woken me up rather early. "Right, follow me and I'll show you the changing room." He says and leads me through the door, down two flights of stairs, into a large room. Lockers line one of the walls of the changing room, but for the most part it was just what your average changing room looks like. Benches and lockers to the left, showers and a toilet to the right, exit straight ahead... He grabs his tablet and opens my profile. "Just some questions before we start, just answer yes or no..." "Have you cleaned yourself on the inside?" "Yes." "Are you medically healthy?" "Yes." "Have you got any reservations other than what you filled out on your application?" "No." "Are you alright with your appointed guardian?" "Well..." He looks at me and sighs at my mischievous grin. "Keep up that attitude and you'll wish you felt as good as me right now..." "Yes sir." I reply. He just sighs in response. "You have your laugh while you can, Numy... Now... I take it your gear in in your bag. Were you able to bring the restraints on the list?" "Yes." "Good, we've had two others who had a few pieces missing." "The information said that I didn't have to bring a collar, so do you have one for me?" I asked and watched as a devious grin grew on Alex's face. "I'll take that as a yes..." "The idea is that, when everyone has the same collar, you all look uniform. Well... as much as possible. I'll go grab it when you are done changing." He says and shows me to the benches. "Now then... Quick as you like..." he says and slaps me on the bottom. I slip out of my clothes and stow them in one of the lockers under the watchful eyes of my guardian. I pull my apparel from my bag and lay them out on the bench. A pair of pony boots, four leather shackles with padlocks, an armbinder and bit-gag with head-harness. Alex picks up one of the boots and examines it. "I read you had a something special on your profile, Where did you get these?" "Internet, where else. They were hand crafted in Italy for me." "Nice... Oh look, they even have horseshoes underneath." "I'd let you try them, but I guess you are more of a 'giving' kind of guy, right?" "Yeah, but I get to have fun in other ways... I'll help you with the armbinder and gag." "I thought you would..." I smirk. When I finish changing and lock my restraints on my wrists and ankles Alex presents me a stainless steel collar with a label dangling from a ring on the front. The number five is engraved on it in black. "Right, now kneel and I'll do the collar and gag." Alex says and I comply. He locks the collar around my neck and picks up the gag. "Nice details by the way, Numy. This will match really well with the boots." "Before I forget; I have reins to go with the gag. Could you use that instead of a lead?" I ask. "I'll attach them, but the lead stays I'm afraid." "Thanks." "Hey, before I lock this gag... What do you want your safeword to be? Some of the events we have planned for today will require them. I'll make sure to remove the gag beforehand." "I'd like my safeword to be; 'would you kindly'." "Ha, classy... Are you ready then?" "Yes sir." Alex locks the gag harness around my head, depriving me of speech for a while. The armbinder is quickly fitted and Alex makes sure to attach the reins and finally the lead. "Alright, that is you all done. Before the auction you will have two place to visit... First of all I'll take you to be examined, though we might need to get a vet for you... Second we'll go to the display hall. There, guests will browse the available goods and get an idea of what to bid on. By the looks of you, you'll probably fetch a pretty penny under the hammer." "hm hohhn howaht ho he" I manage to murmur with the gag spoiling my efforts. "Good. Now let's go see the nurse... No matter how good you clean a slave, they always seem to gather more dirt. She'll give you another good, thorough rinse." A tug on the lead signaled the start of the rest of the day... Oh, happy day... To be continued... Disclaimer (thanks to thebookdesigner.com ): This is a work of adult fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.

Ponyboy

They are my muses, Huginn and Muninn.

"Shoborz!" Mokudul shouted. "Shoborz! Open up this sorry excuse for a gate, you old slob!" There seemed to be no answer for a while until half of the gate swung open another big Orc... Well, big compared to Finte... "By Malacath's horns, Mokudul the Wanderer... I thought you were long dead." "You are not Shoborz. Are you that runt of a son he had around last time I was here? Did ya finally kill the old man? Ha, such is the way it should be." Mokudul laughed and grabbed a flask from his belt. "Here, I brought this for the old fart, but he won't be needing it. Did you send him to Malacath or was he weak? Tell me, Larak son of Shoborz." "He was fierce, but I was better..." Larak answered, still disgruntled. "Tell me... Why does the Master Wanderer grace us with his presence? Did you come to clean father's clock?" Mokudul laughed, loud as usual. "I was planning to knock the old fart around for a bit, incite a change of chief, but you do Malacath and your father proud. Would you allow a wandering kinsman to trade his goods and set up camp?" Larak wasn't impressed, but he gestured Mokudul to enter. "Just don't break anything. The Nords are having a civil war right now so trading is difficult." Mokudul gestured a 'follow me' to Finte. She had been hiding just out of sight while Moku 'greeted' the locals. "Wait! Just a damn minute, Mokudul." Larak said, when Finte hid behind Moku. "What did you pick up on your travels? A slave? Did you fall off your rock one day and let Molag Bal pick you up?" "Ha! No such thing! This is my honor bound servant. I killed her slaver and honor dictates that she follows me now. By the way, is Sharamph still your Wise Woman?" "Mother remains the Elder, yes... I'll have a tent set up for your... pet." With Moku leading her into the stronghold, Finte felt at ease. Mor Khazgur was like most strongholds; a tree-log palisade enclosing a fair area up against a mountain. Within the stronghold there stands Larak's longhouse, a few small huts, some stables and animal pens. On the far side of the gate, behind the longhouse stands the smithy with a path that hooks around and up a ramp towards the entrance of the mine. As they neared the longhouse an Orc woman dressed in a black, hooded robe greeted them. Well... Greeted... Before any words were exchanged the old Orc slapped Mokudul in the face. Undisturbed by the slap to the chops Moku reached down and hugged the woman. "Did you miss me that much?" He said as he pulled back. Sharamph looked at Finte for a moment, clearly examining every bit of her body. It had been a long time since Finte had felt eyes roaming her body like this. Her time as a slave had drowned that feeling out long ago. Her captor had never clothed her and now that Moku was her master, she didn't feel the need to either. This elderly Orc made her feel indecent though. Without warning Sharamph reached out to her and started probing her pussy, which was still sore from the first day she 'met' Moku. With her other hand Sharamph fondled Finte's breasts, kneeding them until her nipples perked up. A mildly satisfied look graced the old Orc's complexion. Sharamph turned to Mokudul. "This is highly unusual Mokudul, son of Grolgorath. The code you preach says nothing about owning a slave, but we here certainly do not worship Molag Bal. She has a fine body though..." "Molag Bal has no hold on me, girl." Moku scoffed. "Do not forget, that while you blame me for what happened last time I was here, it was all your own doing. Tell me with a straight face Sanguine did not possess you. You proved the fact that the old slob wasn't able to please you anymore quite well... This girl isn't like you however. She offered herself to me, not for lust, but for her honor." Sharamph abruptly released Finte. She looked rather ashamed under her dark hood. "Now, I didn't come here to preach to you today. Lighten up girl, I came here for your help." Sharamph raised head, tilting it slightly. "And what would you ask of an old woman?" "I want you to teach this human the alchemy you are renowned for among the strongholds. She has affinity for it and she really needs your help. The proof of that is already on your hands..." Sharamph looked at the hand she had used to feel up Finte's pussy... It was slightly bloodied and smelled of sex, wrapped in an oily flower bouquet... They say nostalgia hits like a mammoth... The smell of Finte's crotch juices stirred something in Sharamph that made her blush profusely... She immediately grabbed Finte by her hand and dragged her off to her hut. Finte glanced back at Mokudul. He was talking to Chief Larak again, but he gave her a smile when he noticed her. The submissive in her sighed in relief... Moku made her feel like a good girl... Finte couldn't be happier... Or so she thought... Sharamph's hut was certainly more spacious than one would expect. Several chests and cabinets lined the walls. While Finte looked around the dim lit hut Sharamph rummaged around one of the chests. From afar it looked like it was filled to the brim with flasks. She pulled out a large flask with a reed craddle and grabbed a wooden bowl from a cupboard. The viscous liquid she poured from the flask spread a sweet smell around the hut. Sharamph turned to Finte and grabbed her by her collar. "Can you understand me?" She asked. "Finte listen." Finte stated, unexpectedly proud she was asked to speak... "Listen then. Mokudul is big. He is too big for you really, but you seem to have broken yourself for him. I can fix you so that you'll be good for him, but it will hurt..." Finte felt her pride sinking... "Please don't hurt Finte... Finte good girl..." she said, holding back a tear. Sharamph took a moment to contemplate, but quickly placed a reassuring hand on Finte's head. "I'll give you something for the pain, don't worry..." She pulled a small white phial from a drawer and gave it to Finte. "Drink this and lie down on my bed." Sharamph said and Finte happily complied. The content of the phial tasted wicked sweet, but it warmed Finte's entire throat on its way down. She was just about clear enough to make it to the bed before she was enveloped by and all encompassing haze. A slight breeze blew into the hut... The cold touch of air brushing past her nipples made her buckle. Sharamph grabbed the bowl and scooped up some of the viscous oil on her hand. Finte lay before her on the bed. As Sharamph spread Finte's legs she could see what she had imagined was correct. Finte may have been a sex-toy, but Mokudul had stretched her past her limit... Sharamph sighed as nostalgia hit her square in the gut... So this was what she had looked like all those years ago... Sharamph thoroughly massaged every bit of Finte's crotch with the oil, before spreading her open. Tenderly she massaged Finte's vaginal walls, applying ever more oil to the wounded girl and opening her up until Sharamph could fit her hand inside Finte. Meanwhile Finte would have probably been out of her mind with pain, but she was locked away in a fluffy box of bliss. The drug Sharamph gave her sent her there and would probably keep her there for another few hours... With a cute puppet at her disposal Sharamph couldn't resist having a bit of fun with Finte. She probably wouldn't have minded anyway... When Sharamph started playing with Finte's breasts, she noticed these had become fully active. Squeezing Finte's nipples softly made her spill droplets of milk, which Sharamph couldn't resist having a taste of... Finte wasn't just a good girl... She was perfect... Disclaimer (thanks to thebookdesigner.com ): This is a work of (pure adult) fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.

Note: This story has absolutely nothing to do with the story, I just feel like writing today... The room was furnished to an absolute minimum. A table with two chairs and light hanging from the ceiling. The incandescent bulb was worn and hardly produced enough light to read the paper in front of me. Seated opposite me was a man in a black suit with a blood red tie. From his breast-pocket he produced a pen and placed it next to the paper. "Have you read and understood what this says?" He asks and adds; "This is not some average End User License Agreement. The experiment will run for a maximum of two months and there will always be a neutral observer. Signing this will give them custody of you until the contract expires." I nod. I have read the document, I have met the observer and I know the procedures well enough... I pick up the pen and sign on three dotted lines; one for my name, one for my signature and one for my safeword... The moment I put the pen down the man takes it and the signed paper from the table and stands up. Without a word he leaves the room through the door behind me. I hear it lock. The door in front of me opens and a woman enters the room. She's dressed in a nurse's gown and wears a featureless white mask. She pushes a cart into the room and presents it as if to say; "Go ahead." On the cart are two things; a sack with 'clothes' and a tray with 'belongings' written on them. The nameplate on her uniform says; 'Quick as you like'. "How blunt." I think to myself, but I get the hint... Places to go, people to see... After stripping and depositing my things the nurse leaves me and disappears the way she came. The bulb flickers... Someone needs to fix that... When I turn to return to my chair I notice someone else in the room. A woman in a red dress is standing by the table. She also has a white mask on, but this one does not cover her mouth. With an effortless motion she moves the table and one of the chairs aside, leaving one chair behind. She gestures me to take a seat, which I feel obliged to do. Once I am seated the nurse comes back in with another cart. It has a tray of instruments on it, including, but not limited to; a hollow red ball-gag in a head harness, a stamp, an ink-pad, a set of four iron shackles, an iron collar, a male chastity device and several small locks. The woman walks over to the cart and draws it closer. She then turns to me and says; "My name is 'M'. Your name is 'Five'. You belong to the institute in general, but your body belongs to me. You will not speak. You will bow your head when spoken to. You will be restrained all the time." She takes a sleek riding crop from the cart, walks closer and asks; "Is that clear?" "Yes Miss." I respond. My first mistake... A sharp sting shoots from my bottom to my brain as her crop introduces itself. "Wrong answer, Five. Look at me..." Remembering the rules instantly I turn my head towards her, but keep my eyes fixed on the ground. "Good. Now, about reprimands... Failure to follow a rule is a strike. Failure to follow two rules is three strikes. Failure to answer gets you four strikes. Do I need to continue?" "I understand Miss." I respond, followed by a swift strike across my bottom... One for speaking, not four for failing to... "Good, now stand up straight, spread your legs a meter apart and put both hands on the back of your head." "First, my lovely assistant is going to lock your penis away. You won't be needing it free like that for a while." The nurse ceremoniously dismantles the chastity cage and assembles it around my penis and balls. The cage has a urethral probe which she skillfully inserts. "Next, she will give you your name. When you are called to identify yourself you present this marking to the one addressing you." The nurse takes the stamp and ink-pad and uses it to mark me just above the chastity cage. The woman takes the shackles, collar and several locks from the tray and proceeds to lock them around my wrists, ankles and finally my neck. "Now, Five. Starting each day you will be cleaned, 'Quick as you like' will be in charge of that, don't make me wait... Understand?" "Yes Miss." I reply and brace for another hit, but when it doesn't come immediately I look around confused. My eyes leave the floor, but I realize it too late... Three times the crop strikes my bottom and a hand grabs me by the throat. "Patience." She whispers in my ear. Nurse 'Quick' brings the gag harness over and hands it to Miss 'M'. "For the next bit you won't need to talk... Follow my assistant, we will meet again soon. I should add that failure to comply is punished with this crop, which is fun. Willful disobedience is punished with something much more fun..." Miss 'M' presents the gag to me and I meekly accept losing my speech... Nurse 'Quick' then attaches a lead to my chastity cage and guides me out into the institute... From the memoirs of subject number five on his first day at the institute of human behavioral studies. Disclaimer (thanks to thebookdesigner.com ): This is a work of adult fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.