JoS/Henriette/5th Journal - Contract

Frostfall, 28th, 4E 201

I suppose I should update you about what I've been up to, my sweet diary. I haven't gone on a proper adventure in a while, but that's going to change. I decided to stay by Sofia's side through her trialing times, but now that she's given birth and started recovering, it's time to look forward. She doesn't want to come with me, but she doesn't want to keep me down either. She knows just as well as I know that it's very ill-advised for me to stay in one place for long, because of what I am. It sucks not being able to travel with Sofia, but it's what's for the best for both of us at this time. Besides, Alvor is still very generously letting us sleep in his house. I guess he must like having us around at the forge. It's fun work, and we're getting better too.

So anyway, while I have taken a break from socializing with you, my diary, I have actually done some proper work too completed all my three assignments for the Dark Brotherhood. As my first course of action, I took the opportunity to visit the sanctuary in Falkreath, where I'm sleeping in for tonight. Here I met a familiar face I've gotten previously acquainted with, Cicero. Remember? I helped him on the road once. I had no idea he's part of the Dark Brotherhood. He's the keeper for the Night Mother and takes care of her body, so he's very important for this organization, at least in my eyes.

As for Astrid, she finally had a contract for me, suppose I should accept and complete it. Murdering people is kind of fun, it gives me a source of food and an outlet for when I'm just feeling wicked.

Finally, I've talked a lot with Babette, who I hadn't seen for a while. I love talking with her, she's equally wicked as she's adorable, and the fact that we're so much alike makes it all the better. I talked with her at length about what happened to me with that Wood Elf man, about getting pregnant. I mostly did this because I thought that maybe she could have some experience to share with me about how to deal with problems related to pregnancy.

She didn't outright admit that she has experience, but seeing her blush and get a little fidgety suggests that she's had these problems herself. I guess even she's capable of getting embarrassed, judging from the look on her face. Regardless, she talked about a peculiar technique to stop the pregnancy with help of Soul Gems. My heart shuddered at idea because the idea of using Soul Gems on humans… It's not something that I take lightly. You don't simply just use a Black Soul Gem for enchanting, you condemn the soul trapped inside for an eternity of suffering in the Soul Cairn. I've heard only little about it, but that's basically the short version…

Babette told me that I don't have to worry about that as long as I manage to stop the pregnancy early enough. It's something I have to think about, but I just rather would not worry about getting pregnant at all. Sex is kind of fun though, at least when it happens on my terms, and I don't want to give it up. Asking people to pull out every time is not gonna work, especially with rapists…

Damn it, do I have a choice? It's either this or getting pregnant for real. I'll just deal with Soul Gems in the future.

Anyway, I'll start my journey to Markarth tomorrow. Never been there, never had a reason to travel there. Heard it's a cool place though, so I can't wait to visit that place!

Frostfall, 29th, 4E 201

The road from Falkreath to Markarth is as beautiful as it's long. Lots of distractions on the way too to wonder, and lots of food to feast upon.

I continue to grow exponentially day by day, at least figuratively. My Voice has grown better, my aim sharper, my step lighter, my Vampiric powers… Greater. It's almost as if for every drop of blood I consume I become a little more powerful, faster, stronger… My weaknesses are all still there though. I'm still unable to recover in the sunlight and I'm not getting any bigger. I guess some things will never change.

Nevertheless, it's been a very uneventful night. I'm currently holed up in some mine that was run by Orc Bandits. I also helped some hunter who was injured, talked with some woman from Solitude who was camping in the woods, chatted with two friendly Vampires called Hern and Hert who live in a mill by the lake. They seemed friendly enough, but ultimately just want to live in peace, I guess. I can definitely respect that and their secret is safe with me.

Not much else to talk about today.

Frostfall, 30th, 4E 201

Climbed a mountain today, an old Nordic ruin known as Lost Valley Redoubt was built there. Nowadays only angry Forsworn live there doing whatever things Forsworn do, pay tribute to old gods by sacrificing virgins and such. Even found a word wall at summit. The view from the Bard's Leap Summit ledge was stunningly beautiful.

I'll get to Markarth eventually, but… Maybe it doesn't hurt to stay a while and just rest, admiring nature's beauty.

Frostfall, 31th, 4E 201

I have been submitted before, and I'm not ashamed to admit it. I have my weaknesses, I'm not very big or strong, I'm not that experienced yet either. However, I can't really say I've ever been dominated like I was today.

I came across a tomb called Valthume. An ancient, powerful lich is apparently sealed there, not that I ever got that far in my quest. I was tasked to retrieve three vessels by an old ghost guarding this place, but one was all I could manage. I hit a wall in a form of a powerful magic-wielding Draugr.

Its spells were more powerful than anything I've seen before, and with its voice it could summon thunderous winds that could raise me to air in a blink of an eye. It could also summon a powerful minion which would fight by its side as long as the Draugr himself stayed alive.

I got my butt kicked.

My voice couldn't match his, my Vampiric magic had no effect on him and none of my weapons were able to take him to his knees. He probably could've killed me at a snap of a finger, but he didn't want to kill me. He raped me, over and over again. He kept pounding my holes without mercy, first my vagina, then my butt too. It locked me in a collar I'm still yet to remove, and my hands were tied for the longest time. Never mind that, his stamina was admirable… How in Oblivion can an undead creature without only a drop of blood in his veins keep hard for so long and just keep on cumming and cumming again? He was like a one man gangbang.

And then, after he was done, his friends came for me. There were plenty of Draugr left in this crypt, and my rape had just begun.

I won't go to much detail. All you have to know that I'm sore, I'm tired, and I can barely stand, but they're satisfied for now. I was very lucky that I managed to slip out of arm-bindings, but barehanded there's nothing I can do. I guess the bindings were designed for adults or something. I haven't been able to get away, and I know for a fact that I have nothing to fight with against them. They have all my weapons and my clothes too. I have almost nothing on me anymore. Well, either they're too stupid to realize I'm freed from my bindings, or maybe they just don't care because they think there's no way I'm getting out of here without some kind of divine intervention. At this point, I fear that it's only a matter of time before they come for my body again and gangrape me again.

I have to get out of here before that happens. I will solve this riddle somehow. I may not be able to defeat these monster, my fangs may not be able to do anything to them, but if I can at least get away… I don't have to live my life as a sexslave for a bunch of overpowered zombies. I can't let it come to that, no way, no fucking way! I'm an immortal Vampire myself! How many years would I have to get raped here before someone came to rescue me? Would anyone even be able to rescue me? And even if someone was able to do such a thing, would there be a guarantee that they weren't some bandits who would just make me their slave anyway?

Sun's Dusk, 3rd, 4E 201

Three long days they kept me captive, but I'm so glad I managed to sneak out from there. I'm glad they would leave me be for most of the time, but the fact that they never even sleep made things kind of complicated. I lost all of my possessions. Yeah, I'm penniless. All I have on me is you, my strange diary, which seems to be bound to me by some strange, invisible force, and something tells me I won't be getting my stuff back without help. If I ever return here, it has to be with Sofia or someone else. Otherwise I'd end up back in the same situation. It doesn't help that I'm bound in cold, black steel, and I still don't have a home. Well I suppose that my situation is still slightly bit better than it was when I was kidnapped from home, as I at least have friends and allies to rely on now.

I tried to get near a road as soon as possible. I knew there was an inn nearby, just wasn't sure where.

It was at that point that I realized that this collar on my neck is more than just some extra weight on my shoulders. It started sending electric shocks all over my body. They weren't like painful or anything, but just so agonizingly tingly, enough to make me so horny I literally lost my footing and fell to my knees from the pleasure. I was dripping wet. I swear, if someone had found me in the woods I would've begged them to do me and probably submitted like a whore even if they didn't ask for permission.

I made it to the Old Hroldan Inn, and I must say, it's surprisingly busy. Got some dirty and weird looks, but I managed to get help, thankfully. They got rid of all the restraints except for my collar, but at least they managed to disable all its magical properties to render it ineffective. It's a very large and bulky iron collar, impossible to hide under any kinds of armor or clothes. I don't like the idea of people thinking I'm actually someone's slave, so I obviously want to get rid of it too.

The Innkeeper had a son named Skuli. Not sure if it was because I was horny beyond measure or if it was that he's got such a cute face attached to a sleek, preteen body… I just had to make a man out of him. I seduced him, mounted him, pinned him on a bed and rode his lively and springy little dick. Didn't want to do all the work either, so I let him do me from behind to cap the night off. I swear, even though he cummed inside me thrice in one night, he remained rock hard all the way through and came so much every single time. I'm now going to sleep in his arms, maybe even have some more sex with him in the morning if he's up to doing me some more. I hope he is. What a lovely young boy he is.

Sun's Dusk, 4th, 4E 201

Yay, I got clothes now, and I'm feeling pretty good physically, although still a little sore maybe, and kinda hungry. I went on a morning stroll, wasn't too comfortable going too far off from here because, well… I'm one broke-ass bitch.

When I was on a stroll earlier, I met a bandit who was trying to mug me, but when it became apparent that I had nothing to offer him, it became apparent to me that he was willing to take other kinds of payments as well. In other words, he demanded that I submit to him or die. Well, easiest choice of my life, and I even played along to play a little prank on him. I seduced him, tricked him into thinking that I was willing to consent to anything he was going to do to me, and basically allowed him to let his guard down by offering no resistance. Then I bit his neck as soon as he mounted me and tried to get inside me. Ahhh, what a simpleton… Now I've got weapons too!

I also found a herd of goats having a jolly time eating grass on a ledge, so I used my Unrelenting Force to push them off it. It's easier than shooting them, and more efficient as well since I don't have to waste multiple arrows. Goat Hide doesn't make for the best leather, but at least I've got some proper armor now too! I'll journey to Markarth tomorrow, hopefully without getting into any trouble this time.

Sun's Dusk, 5th, 4E 201

So, I made it to Markarth, and the first thing I sensed was someone else's bloodlust, directed at someone at the marketplace. There was a man holding a dagger, looking to stab an innocent woman to her death. He was a Forsworn, so in a hasty judgment I shot him in the back. The woman named Margret was happy to have her life spared. Guards here though? What jerks, they didn't appreciate my help at all and straight up told me to mind my own business.

This city is gorgeous though. It's an old Dwemer city, very well preserved as they tend to be. It's pretty crazy to think that those Elves were able to construct something like thousands of years ago, and that no race on Tamriel has come even close to matching their machines and constructs.

There's a skilled Blacksmith here who is able to help me get this collar off my neck, but her service is so expensive! Five hundred septim? She wasn't even willing to negotiate. I guess helping runaway slaves escape their masters can be considered a crime, so getting help isn't going to be cheap. Well, I doubt she would believe me if I told that my slaver wasn't exactly a legal citizen, but rather a Draugr. Now I know where a good portion of money I get from that Dark Brotherhood contract is going unless I can find another source of money sooner.

The Hag's Cure, the place where Muiri, the person giving this contract works, is actually quite a charming little establishment. She gave me a target, which ended up being a bandit, but she also gave me a secondary target to kill if I want a bonus. Well, I'm used to killing bandits already, so I suppose this'll be an easy job done, but at the same time, I'm a little disappointed. Killing a bandit doesn't really feel like an assassination… Whatever, if the money is good. I'll treat it as a glorified bounty. Besides, I could also use that bonus.

The contract is near Windhelm though. Ugh, so far away… The pay's better be good.

I also learned that this trick Babette taught me about using Soul Gems for terminating pregnancy works like a charm. I don't have to find out what my second child would look like, considering that that child's father would've been a Draugr. Do they have Nord semen? Wait, they might actually predate Nords, as humans used to be just one race back in the days. Well whatever, it's a great thing for me, as I have one less problem to worry about during my adventures, especially since I'm curious about exploring my sexuality even further.

It's okay for me to like sex even though I'm only ten, right? It kind of sucks not being able to grow up now. I always dreamed about becoming adult, becoming prettier and more beautiful, but it would suck even more losing these Vampire powers. Yeah, I'm not seeking cure anymore now that I've learned to appreciate this new royal blood that runs through me. It's not like there I'm gonna have trouble getting laid anyway, considering how many pedophiles there are in Skyrim.

Sun's Dusk, 7th, 4E 201

I took a carriage to Windhelm. Past few days have been exhausting, and I thought it'd make for a nice change of pace to travel by a carriage. Not sure I like this long term though. Benches are woody and roads are bumpy, doesn't make for the most relaxing combination. Sleeping is impossible, and my butt feels sore from all that sitting.

Since I'm on Muiri's contract right now, and since I was hungry, I didn't waste any time getting to work. She promised me a bonus if I take out an extra target, Nilsine Shatter-Shield. I snuck into her home when everyone was asleep, and painted her bed in her blood. There's apparently a murderer on loose here in this city, so I'm not that worried about being a possible suspect for this crime, not that anyone saw me enter or leave her apartment anyway. Next, it's time to assassinate my primary contract, Alain Dufont. I'll get to that tomorrow.

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