JoS/Lyra/2nd Journal - The Stormcloaks

Hearthfire, 1st, 4E 201

I swear I'm never letting myself get captured by bandits like that ever again. Bandits, soldiers, vampires, whatever. I'm going to get stronger and nobody will be able to touch me. Most girls would probably just stay in the city or only travel with someone who can protect them. But I don't want anyone to protect me. I want to be able to defend myself someday. That's what I told Faendal today. He agreed to keep training me, but made me promise not to go off on my own again until I'm ready.

I know it's going to take a long time for me to be strong enough, but with enough training I know I will be able to do it. I've heard of women going off and adventuring by themselves before. Hopefully I meet one sometime. Until I am strong enough to go off along, training with Faendal will have to do.

Hearthfire, 7th, 4E 201

I haven't written much in my journal lately, but I've been spending all my time training with Faendal. I'm getting even better with the bow and today, I even killed an elk and he helped me skin it and sell meat and furs to the Riverwood Traders.

When I got back home, Gerdur cooked some of it up and it was delicious. I spent a little time with Frodnar and the other kids in Riverwood, too. Even though Daddy is gone and my life is completely different now, I almost feel like just a normal kid again.

Hearthfire, 16th, 4E 201

I've been going out to hunt with Faendal nearly every day. He's teaching me how to look out for myself, too. I don't have that great elvish hearing like he does, but he taught me how to listen for dangers coming my way. Between that and how much better I've been getting with my bow, I bet those bandits wouldn't stand a chance if they'd tried to capture me today.

When I'm not out hunting, I've spent time playing with the neighborhood kids, too. It has felt good to be normal for a change.

Hearthfire, 22nd, 4E 201

Today, Faendal and me were ambushed while we were out hunting. More bandits, of course. We were able to see them coming though, and they were no match for the two of us. I bet I could have even taken them alone now. Not that I 'm going to go off again my myself for a very long time. But it's still nice to think about and keep working towards to keep my mind off of daddy being gone.

Hearthfire, 28th, 4E 201

I thought I was safe in Riverwood. The guards keep all the wild animals and bandits away and all the people are really nice. At least I thought they were nice. Earlier today I was playing with Hod and Gerdur's dog Stump when Sven, the bard from the inn came by and started talking to me. I had never really talked with him before except once or twice when I ran into him in town, but today he started talking to me about Camilla Valerius and how he was in love with her or something. I didn't know what that had to do with me, but he told me he needed my help to win her over.

He insisted I follow him a ways into the forest so we wouldn't be overheard. I was a little nervous being so far from Riverwood, especially without my bow and arrows, but it's not like I was alone. Just as I was about to ask Sven what he needed from me, he pushed me to the ground and told me how stupid I was for believing there was anything I could give him that didn't involve me on my back. I struggled as he pulled off my dress and moments later, I felt his cock pushing into me. I cried out, but we were too far away for anyone to overhear. Eventually, I gave up trying to get away and just laid there as he continued using me. Eventually, he let out a moan and I could feel his cum shooting into me.

He made my lick his cock clean and told me that he was glad he got a chance to see what those bandits had enjoyed when they took me captive. Then he just left me there, naked and alone in the forest. I listened to his footsteps fading off in the distance before I dared to move. It was getting dark, so I hurried as fast as I could to get dressed. My dress was laying on the ground a few feet away and I was mad when I saw it was a little muddy. I put it on as quickly as I could and started walking back to Riverwood.

When I made it back to Gerdur and Hod's house, I saw that she was angry that I was late. She started yelling at me for being out so late and missing dinner. That's when I started telling her what happened as I tried not to cry too much. I expected her to be mad at Sven and do something about it. But instead, I was nearly finished with my story when she slapped me right in the face and accused me of lying. She said that Sven was an upstanding citizen of Whiterun Hold and would never do something so awful. That's when I really started crying. I tried to explain to Gerdur I was telling the truth, but it was no use. She scolded me for getting my dress dirty and yanked it off my head right in front of her house. I thought she might see Sven's cum that was now drying on the inside of my leg. But she if she saw it, she didn't say anything about it. Instead, she pulled me over her knee and started spanking my bare bottom.

It was embarrassing when I saw Frodnar walk out of the house to see what was going on. He was allowed to watch as Gerdur kept spanking me. I saw other people from town walk by, too; but I didn't get a good look at them because I was crying too hard.

When Gerdur was done, my bottom was hurting a lot. Before I could rub it, Gerdur pulled me into the house. She had already made up a bath and tossed me in it, washing away whatever cum Sven had left behind. She scrubbed me roughly and asked me what I was really doing off by myself, but I gave up trying to answer. Once she was finished, she pulled a nightgown over my head and sent me upstairs to bed without anything to eat. Now I'm laying up in bed writing this journal entry before she catches me. She's giving Frodnar a bath now, too. So I know I have some time. Maybe tomorrow I can explain myself and Gerdur, or someone else will believe me.

Hearthfire, 29th, 4E 201

During breakfast this morning, I tried explaining what had happened with Sven once again to Gerdur. She just yelled at me again and threatened to spank me in front of all the mill workers this time. It seemed like Hod might say something in my defense for a moment, but he didn't. It seemed like nobody was going to help me. When I was finished with breakfast, Gerdur told me that my spanking had been enough punishment for yesterday, but if I lied to her again I would have to do extra chores. I was mad and didn't want to be around her, so I ran out of the house and started wandering around Riverwood. I went looking for Faendal, but when I turned a corner onto the main street, I found Sven instead.

He saw me before I could turn away and walked over, whispering to me that he enjoyed our time alone yesterday. Then he said he'd heard that I tried to tell Gerdur and Hod what had happened and warned me that he'd come after me if I kept trying. He said that nobody would believe a stupid slut like me anyways. It took everything I had not to start crying before running off to find Faendal.

Eventually, I did find him. I wanted to tell him what Sven had done, but I decided against it. I was glad when he said he would take me out hunting, though. At least it helped me get my mind off of everything. We stayed out for quite a while and I got back home just in time for dinner. Gerdur gave up on trying to get me to admit that Sven hadn't raped me at least. But I wasn't about to try and convince her again either. Instead, I made my own plans. I'm not sure if I'll be able to go through with it, but I'm going to try to wake up early tomorrow and go to Sven's house. That's all I want to write about it for now...

Hearthfire, 30th, 4E 201

Well, it's done. I woke up early this morning, grabbed all of my belongings and sneaked out of the house. Most of Riverwood was still asleep except for a few guards patrolling. For a moment, I thought they might overhear what was about to happen, but I was going to be very quiet. Besides It's not like anyone would believe a little girl was capable of doing what I was about to do.

I walked quietly to the house Sven lived. Surprisingly, the door was unlocked and I got in without attracting any attention. Sven was still in bed, fast asleep. But so was his elderly mother. I had completely forgotten about her somehow. I guess it must have been because I was too distracted by getting revenge on Sven. Maybe if I hadn't been so distracted, I would have decided to turn back and not do what I did next.

I pulled out a dagger I had stolen from a drawer in Hod and Gerdur's and walked over to where Sven slept. For a few moments, I just stood there, watching his chest rise and fall. I almost felt sorry for him for a moment. A poor talent-less bard stuck living with his old senile mother. But then I thought about how he tricked me into following into the forest and forced himself onto me. That's when I plunged the dagger right into his neck. He awoke suddenly and tried to call out. Instead, he began choking on his blood, looking up at me in fear. Now I can truly say that revenge is indeed sweet. Watching the shock on his face as he died by my hand was everything I could have hoped for. Unfortunately however, it wasn't over.

The commotion wasn't loud enough to alert the guards, but Sven's mother was wide awake. She started yelling and lunged towards me, I saw her just in time to leap out of the way. The old woman's head hit the bed with a thump and she was out cold on the floor of the house. It seemed like she was dead for a moment, but then I saw her breathing. At that point, I had a decision to make. Kill her too because she was a witness, or let her live and hope that everyone found the story of a little girl killing her son too far-fetched to believe from and old women with half her mind gone. It was a horrifying thought, but I knew I couldn't take the chance. I lifted the old lady's head up off the ground and slit her throat. She barely made a noise as she bled out.

Just as quietly as I had come, I left their house without anyone noticing. It was starting to get lighter outside, so I decided it was late enough. I walked out of Riverwood without speaking to anyone. One guard saw me leave town, but didn't say anything to me. It would probably take a while before anyone found the bodies. And then, would anyone guess it was me? I doubt it.

I feel kind of bad about it; especially because I killed his mother, too. But she was old an senile. I probably put her out of her misery. I'll have plenty of time to think about it on my way to Windhelm. With the money I made selling furs, from hunting with Faendal, I was able to afford the carriage fee and I should arrive late tomorrow. I don't really know where else to go. But continuing to avenge my father's death by joining the Stormcloaks is the best idea I've got.

Frostfall, 1st, 4E 201

I made it! Windhelm is a big city, so I spent some time exploring. I don't know how I feel being out on my own, but it's better than staying in Riverwood and being called a liar. It’s a lot colder than I expected, though. Sure, it's not like it isn't cold pretty much everywhere in Skyrim, but I've never been this far north before. Some of the dark elves and Nords in the city don't seem to get along very well, so they live on separate sides of the city for the most part.

I overheard a guard talking about some kid named Aventus, I think that's what they said his name is. There’s a rumor that he is praying to the Dark Brotherhood so they will kill someone for him. A friend told me about the Dark Brotherhood once a long time ago when I was little. But when I asked Daddy about it, he got mad and told me that it was just an old legend. Then again, dragons were supposed to be a legend; so maybe the Dark Brotherhood is real, too! That sounds a bit too crazy, though.

While exploring, I found the Palace of Kings and went in to see about joining the Stormcloak army. It was scary talking to Jarl Ulfric and his general. I thought they would tell me I was too young to fight, but they didn’t. I told General Galmar, Ulfric's general what had happened to my father and that I wanted to fight the empire because they killed him. The general said he could tell I was perfect Stormcloak material and told me he wasn’t even going to test me like he usually does with new recruits. I thought it was weird, but I wasn’t going to argue. He made me swear an oath and gave me sone armor. He was even able to find one that fits, mostly. That’s good because it’s a lot warmer than the clothes I had so it's a lot easier to keep warm now.

Anyways, I’m staying at the Candlehearth Hall inn for now. I'm a little short on gold, but I have a plan. I’ve collected a bunch of ingredients while I was out hunting. There’s an alchemy shop called The White Phial here in the city, so tomorrow I’m going to try and make some potions that I can hopefully sell to the shop. If not, I’m hoping I can at least sell some ingredients so I can afford to stay in Windhelm a while longer before I get my first assignment from General Galmar. He said he should have orders for me soon.

Frostfall, 2nd, 4E 201

I woke up this morning and knew I wanted to go to the alchemy shop to make and sell a few potions. But I decided to spend a little more time exploring the city first. It was early in the morning and kind of nice out, even if it was a little cold. My new stormcloak armor definitely helped.

As I was walking around, I heard some kid talk to a lady about that kid named Aventus again. The same boy I overheard a guard say was praying to the Dark Brotherhood. But the lady told him it wasn't true and that reminded me of how my father told me they were just a myth when I asked him. Once the lady and the boy had gone their separate ways, I thought I could hear a voice coming from inside the building nearby. I knew I shouldn't, but my curiosity got the better of me. Could it really be the kid praying? I fumbled in my bag and found a couple of lockpicks I had been carrying. Honestly, I have no clue why anyone locks their doors. I'm just a little kid and have never picked a lock in my life, yet it opens as if I have the key?

Anyways, as soon as I got inside, it was pretty obvious that the sound I had heard was a child praying. It was a really creepy prayer, not like those one's I've heard where people pray to Talos or something. He kept saying sweet mother and something about blood and fear. The prayer wasn't the creepiest part, though. It was the candles and skeleton I saw him kneeling in front of when I walked up the stairs. He didn't notice me at first, so I decided it would be best just to leave. I was about to just sneak away when he looked up and spotted me. I could have made a run for it, but he ran up to me really excited before I got a chance.

I'm not sure if it was because it was really dark or what, but he was really excited to see me because apparently I'm an assassin from the Dark Brotherhood and am here to accept his contract? I'm younger than he is, how can I possibly be an assassin? But he told me about his parents and how he was all alone. It made me want to tell him about my parents too, but he was a little weird so I decided not to. Apparently, he was praying because he wants some mean lady who runs the orphanage in Riften dead. He was so excited about seeing me and just kept talking, so I really didn't get a chance to tell him that I'm not actually a member of the Dark Brotherhood. In fact, I hardly said a word. I just wanted to get out of there as soon as possible and just nodding and acting like I knew what he was talking about seemed like the easiest way to go. After I left, I made a point to avoid that house in the future. I definitely didn't want to be running into that boy on accident. After that, I'm pretty sure my daddy was right about the Dark Brotherhood being a myth. He's probably just some crazy kid like my friend's little brother back in Falkreath. Thinking about it makes me miss my old home and my daddy.

After that, I decided that was enough exploring for me, so I went to the alchemy shop to get some much needed coin. Selling a few potions for money didn't exactly go as planned, though. Go figure. I walked into the Alchemy shop during and argument between the two people who run the shop. The older one was insisting he go off on some errand while the younger guy insisted he isn't well enough to go. By the old man's coughing, it was pretty clear he really shouldn't be going anywhere, especially since it's so cold outside.

My daddy would always be friendly with shopkeepers to get a better price for meat and furs, so when their argument was over, I decided to introduce myself to the older shopkeeper and ask what the argument was about. He introduced himself as, Nurelion and started telling me about something called the White Phial that his shop was named after, how he had spent his whole life searching for it, and finally found its location. He said he thinks it's in a cave not too far from Windhelm called the Forsaken Cave. The idea of running off and searching for it sounded really scary, but it also sounded like a great way to make some gold. After all, I was feeling really great about my Archery skills and it seemed like a good way to put my training from Faendal to the test. So I offered to help retrieve the phial for him. He seemed a little apprehensive, probably given that I'm just a little girl, but he was happy that I wanted to help. He gave me some mixture that he said I would need to get the phial. It was weird, but I didn't argue. It seemed like he might get mad if I asked too many questions, adults get like that sometimes, so I decided to figure it out as I go.

Before I left the shop, a girl about my age came up to me and started making fun of me. I could tell she wasn't being serious though and I just laughed. Her name is Yana and she is the niece of Quintus, the assistant apothecary that works in the White Phial. She wanted to come with me and help me retrieve the White Phial. I figured I could use the company, so I said sure.

She said her uncle wouldn't mind and pretty much lets her do whatever she wants. So we set off together. It turns out, we have a lot in common. Her parents aren't around anymore either. I told her about what happened to my father and me too. I wasn't really all that close to many other kids my age in Falkreath, so I like having someone to talk to for a change and understand what I had been going through over the last few weeks. I even told her what the Imperial soldier did to me and how I wanted revenge because they killed my daddy. She agreed if something like that happened to her, she'd want revenge too. After living with Gerdur and Hod who didn't get it at all, it's nice to have a friend who understands.

Our trek to the cave was relatively uneventful. We only came across a couple of wolves which I saw before they even paid any attention to us. I shot one with my bow and Yana got the other with magic! I was really cool getting to see someone use magic up close. Sure, I've seen people use magic before, but not like this. Yana also uses a candlelight spell to light up caves. It's been really handy. I'll have to see if she can teach me how to do that one later, it's made traveling in this cave so much less scary.

But this cave is still really scary. There are lots of creepy undead things coming out of tombs. They're called Draugr, I guess. There's no way I would have been brave enough to do this alone. Had I realized what was inside, I definitely never would have agreed to do this. I had no idea stuff like this was actually real. But but Yana and I make a really great team. I use my bow from a distance while Yana runs up to use her dagger and destruction magic and we've been able to take them down relatively easily. It helps that those undead things are pretty stupid, too. We're spending the night in this creepy place, so we're taking shifts to sleep just in case. I'm keeping watch right now, but we've cleared out this part of the cave, so I'm not too worried. Still, I've heard lots of scary stories about old Nordic tombs and seeing one for myself for the first time only makes the idea of sleeping in one a lot scarier. Yana seems to be sleeping well, though, so maybe I will too when it's my turn.

Frostfall, 3rd, 4E 201

We got moving this morning and made it through the rest of the cave. Sure, there were a lot more creepy undead things, but it was nothing we couldn't handle. Faendhal's lessons definitely came in handy. It turns out I needed that stuff that Nurelion gave me to pour in a bowl so a passage for the White Phial would open. We found the pgial straight through the passage in the next room, too. But unfortunately it seems to be cracked. Hopefully Nurelion can fix it. We just now got out of the cave and are resting for a bit before heading back to Windhelm.

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And yeah, Nurelion has a short temper. We got the White Phial back to him and he was really mad because it's cracked. He even tried to blame me for breaking it! I mean, who knows how many hundreds of years old this thing is, I don't know why he'd expect it to be in one piece to begin with. He's lucky to get it in as good of shape as it is. He also only gave me 5 gold for all of that. Fortunately, Yana's uncle made it right. He gave me 500 gold! I've never seen so much before. This will definitely help me keep a roof over my head and my quiver full of arrows. So I'm back at the inn for the night and headed to see if the Stormcloaks have any orders for me tomorrow.

Frostfall, 4th, 4E 201

Joining the Stormcloaks was a big mistake! And worse, my new friend, Yana got caught up in all this too. I told her I was headed to the Palace of Kings and she wanted to go with me. It's not like I was going to say no. I hope she doesn't blame me.

I went to see General Galmar. He was excited to see me and happy that I had brought a friend too. I was worried he might not like having someone else tag along so I was a little relieved, but that didn’t last long. He led us upstairs inside the Palace of Kings and into a bedroom with two guards by the door. Then he told us he was going to demonstrate how we'll be serving the Stormcloaks. Before I could even tell him Yana wasn't actually Stormcloak, he moved towards us. We didn't even have time to react as he disarmed us both. We tried to fight him off bare handed, but two little girls are no match for a seasoned army general. He restrained Yana's hands so she couldn't use her magic either. And even if we had managed to overpower him, we'd still have every castle guard to contend with and probably every guard in the city. No, there's no way we could have gotten away.

He stripped us both of our armor and tied us to the bed and we couldn't fight back after that. I knew what was coming next, but Yana didn't. He quickly removed his own armor and climbed on top of Yana. I glanced down at his large cock that he was about to force inside of her. He was much bigger and stronger than that Imperial soldier that had first raped me or any of the bandits and he didn't hold back as he began thrusting against her either. All I could do was lay there and watch as the general stole my friend's virginity. She cried as he continued thrusting against her. I wish I could have stopped him, but I knew it was probably my turn next.

Once he had cum in Yana's pussy, he waited until he was hard again and sure enough, it was my turn. I lay there whimpering too as he forced his way in and out of my immature pussy. He lasted almost twice as long with me than he did with Yana. I tried to pull myself together, but it hurt too much and I couldn't stop crying.

After he was finished with me, General Galmar left us tied to the bed. His slimy cum is still dripping out of my pussy and it feels really dirty. At least these ropes leave some slack so I can write this journal entry. Yana fell asleep as soon as the general left so I don't want to wake her. I really hope she isn't mad at me about all this. Maybe I should have just stayed with Gerdur and Hod in Riverwood. At least they wouldn't have forced me to be anyone's sex slave or something. Even if they didn't believe what Sven did to me. I hate that I came here to join the Stormcloaks. I hate that daddy died trying to help them. I hate the imperials who killed him. I wish my life were back to normal before all this happened.

Frostfall, 5th, 4E 201

Two guards woke us up. I have no idea how long we had been sleeping, but I was feeling hungry. I was scared, not sure what the guards were going to do, but I was hungry enough to risk it and ask if I could have some food. The one guard said he’d be glad to feed me and I was relieved. At least until he started pulling off his armor.

His idea of food was to shove his disgusting thing in my mouth. It tasted awful. He started to move in and out as if he was putting it in my pussy. Next to me, I heard Yana make a sound like she was choking. The other guard had gotten on the bed and had decided to feed his cock to Yana, too. I tried to turn my head when it sounded like she might throw up, but the guard started pushing his cock deeper in my mouth and I started retching too.

Neither of use actually puked, but I almost did a few times and I'm sure Yana did too. The soldier kept grabbing my hair and forcing my head into his stomach. If his cock were bigger, I'm pretty sure I would have thrown up.

After what felt like an eternity of having my mouth invaded, he started shooting his stuff. It tasted really gross and sour and felt really slimy on my tongue. He kept shooting more and more and it felt like it was never going to stop as my mouth filled up and I couldn’t hold anymore. Just as I started gagging and whining, he pulled his cock out of my mouth and his seed started streaming out of my mouth and into my chin and chest. He told me I looked cute dressed in cum. It felt so humiliating.

Yana wasn’t sucking the other guard anymore, but he wasn’t finished yet. Instead, he was rubbing his cock above her face. I watched when he started to moan and sprayed my friend with his cum. It got all over her face and hair. She whined and squeezed her eyes shut. She looked like a mess when he was done, but I probably didn’t look any better.

When the guards left, I finally got my chance to tell Yana I’m sorry about getting her involved in this. She told me she’s not mad, not at me anyway. I asked if maybe her uncle might come looking for her, maybe he could get us out of here somehow. But what could he even do? We sat there talking about it as we tried to wipe the nasty cum off of ourselves. We weren't able to clean ourselves very well, and just ended up spreading the cum around for the most part. A while later, though, a maid came in with guards in toe, carrying a large tub of water.

She untied us from the bed and bathed us both, cleaning the cum off of our bodies. It felt good to actually get clean. Then we were wrapped in towels and given a hot meal. It wasn't freedom, but at least it was something.

When she left, she didn't bother to tie us back to the bed. Not that it mattered that much, there was no way we could go anywhere. We were completely helpless. General Galmar came back and used us again and after that, a few more soldiers did too. Once again, we're covered in cum, hoping the maid will come clean us soon. Our bodies are tired and sore from being fucked, but so far it looks like there's no end in sight.

Frostfall, 8th, 4E 201

Yana and I were separated a few days ago. Two soldiers came into the room we were being held in. We thought they were just here to rape us again, but instead our hands were bound and they took us with them. We were led down the stairs and into the main hall of the Palace of Kings. We were completely naked and everyone we passed was staring at us. It was so embarrassing. At least they wrapped us up in wool blankets when we went outside. I was still really cold, though.

We were picked up and put in separate carriages and were taken out of the city. I don't know how far from Windhelm I was taken, but we traveled a really long time. My heart sank when we arrived. It was a Stormcloak camp. No doubt, I would be used by all the soldiers. Yana was probably experiencing a similar fate wherever they had taken her.

Indeed, one of the soldiers pulled me out of the wagon and relieved me of the blanked over my shoulders before leading me through the camp. The soldiers stared at me, but I knew that wouldn't even be close to the worst thing they would do. Indeed, I've been so busy with the soldiers that I haven't even had time to write this entry until now. Some have made me suck them, others have wanted to put their cock in my pussy. Some have even put theirs up my butt. It hurts really bad when they do. I'm sharing a tent with one of the soldiers right now and he just fell asleep. No, I don't have my own sleeping cot either. Every night so far a different soldier has taken me with them for the night and done whatever he wanted with me until they fall asleep.

Not all of the soldiers use me. In fact, a lot of them don’t seem to like the fact that I’m there as a personal sex toy, but there are still plenty more that are more than happy to rape me whenever they get a chance.

Unlike at the palace, there's no maid to wash off their cum either. The first time I asked if I could get the cum washed out of my hair, one of the soldiers came up and told me he would be happy to give me a shower. He pushed me to me knees, took out his cock and just like the bandits, he started to pee all over me. I was made to just lay there in the dirt for a while until one of them came and took me to a nearby river to actually wash me.

After these last few days, jaw hurts from sucking on them and I can't get the taste of cum out of my mouth. I just wish I wasn't so small. If I was bigger and stronger, maybe I could fight them off and they would be too scared to touch me...

3rd Journal - Rescued