JoS/Henriette/31st Journal - Plaything

Rain's Hand, 23rd, 4E 203

If you enjoy bad things happening to me, boy are you in for a lot of fun!

Everything in the past week has been a bit of a blur. My head is like a jigsaw puzzle I haven't had a whole lot of time to put them together. I'm used to having my rights violated, having my freedom taken away from me, but apart from just few unlucky times, I've always had the means to fight back and defend myself, you know… Not this time, not for time being. The price I'm paying is heavier than I ever anticipated.

It began when Maven herself had dragged her ass down to the filthy Ratway to look at what kind of rodent her men had caught. She woke me up, calling my name, sounding somewhat angry, but mostly just flabbergasted. She wasn't expecting to find me behind the bars, and she scolded me. What was I thinking? How could I be so foolish? Above everything else, how could I betray her trust and disappoint her like this after everything I've done to impress me?

Honestly, I was feeling a little ashamed as well. It's not like me to fail a job like that. I was too careless, or rather, I'm way too used to working in my own way. Had I gone for the kill inside that house, I wouldn't be here right now. Then again, that would've created trouble for me as well as Maven wouldn't have taken it lying down. Karliah would've been royally pissed as well. Now they're just disappointed in me. Not actually sure what's worse; to anger someone, or to fail someone's expectations and have them be ashamed of me doing a lousy job.

For a lousy, botched job, there was going to be a steep price to pay. Slap on a wrist wasn't going to cut it, and any apology wasn't going to make it better. Maven has to set an example and make it clear that she's the last person on Skyrim you want to screw and whatever status I've acquired in the Cistern wasn't going to cut it. She's above the Guild and ain't nobody gonna help me get out of this mess.

She then grabbed a little stool and sat down. We had ourselves a discussion.

"My men told what you were after. A certain jewel… A stone of Barenziah… Worthless piece of junk to me, but invaluable to someone we know. Karliah hired you for the job, am I correct?"

"Yes, you are correct."

I had been quiet up until that point, so I didn't know what to expect when I opened my mouth. I guess my response was a little bit too tacky for her liking, or maybe she was just enjoying my little predicament. Oh, who am I kidding, she was definetily enjoying making me feel like a worthless piece of meat. Either way, she wanted me to address her more respectfully. I hung my head as I corrected myself.

"Yes ma'am, you are correct."

"What was in it for you, Henriette?"

"Two thousand drakes, ma'am, half paid up front."

Hearing the sum made Maven's eyebrows rise in shock. "Why would that bitch pay so much money for a worthless piece of jewelry is beyond me." Then, she leaned in and stared me square in my eyes. "Where is that grey-skin bitch?"

Maven's words confused me. Never mind the racial slur, which I wasn't expecting from her, Karliah had assured that not only would this job be an easy one, but also that Karliah would be able to deal with the fallout, but nothing that was unraveling before me suggested that was the case. Granted, I failed, as is already painfully obvious, but still…

Regardless, I replied as honestly and truthfully as I could. We were only missing two stones, so we split up. Karliah headed for Windhelm while I struck Maven's house. Maven nodded, and then spoke. "I thought it should've been clear even to a stupid brat like yourself, but just because I do not dwell in your smelly cistern doesn't mean I'm not your boss. You know, I know, everyone knows, I am your guild's true leader. Without me, there would be no Thieves Guild in Riften. Let this punishment of yours be a reminder of that. You're hereby excommunicated from the Thieves Guild, Henriette."

I felt like crying, not because I was sad or angry, but because I was just so ashamed and disappointed of myself, and of managing to fail like this. "Yes, ma'am", was all I could utter in reply.

"You disappoint me, Henriette", she said as she stood up with a hand inside her breast pocket. She whipped out a leather collar painted in red, padded with steel and connected to a sturdy chain. She then made it quite clear that I was powerless, I have no more rights, I could do nothing, I'm her property now, I'm a slave… She said it's over for me. She demanded that I drop the "ma'am" and address her properly as "mistress", and I did as was asked of me. The game she wanted to play was starting to unravel before my eyes.

"Even a failure like yourself can be useful", she said as she gestured at two of her mercenaries to come forward and open up the cell. "Stay still, dog."

As soon as the door opened, I started calculating my next move. I backed down, wondering if there was a way for me escape. In the end though, it was all in vain. Maven locked the collar around my neck and pulled on the leash. She ordered me to stay on my knees where I belong, and to listen closely, as she was about to lay down the terms.

"One full calendar year", she said, as she played with the chain. "That's your punishment. You serve your time in labor, working your ass off around the clock, seven days a week as a whore, a plaything for customers. No objections, no excuses, just blind servitude. Displease me, I'll add to your punishment. Understand?"

"Yes, mistress."

"Oh, and you're still free to try and prove me wrong my escaping my chains", she said. "Of course, I'm not expecting that to happen, so if you do manage, who knows… Maybe you can prove me wrong by showing me you're not as useless as I think you are…"

Challenge accepted, I thought. Add to my bounty, I don't care. I may be clumsy and careless at times, but there's nothing that can hold me back for good if I just put my mind into it. I'll shout and scream my way to freedom if I have to! During this week I've been in this predicament though, it looks hopeless. I've got no clue how to get out from here, apart from waiting and working my way out. I hope it doesn't have to come to that, because damn it, year is a long time.

Anyway, after that discussion was over, it was time for me to get straight to work. She dragged me out from the Ratway through some backdoor that led to a building I wasn't expecting to be entering: Haelga's Bunkhouse. Turns out, this place is another one of local establishments that are operated independently, but kind of owned by Maven in the end. If you're familiar with Riften, you might just think this is a simple inn or a lodging house that the working men and women come to after being done with their work at the marketplace, the fishery or wherever the fuck, but that's only half of the story. This building operates a brothel too. I guess it's Haelga's way of worshipping Dibella, although this does seem a tad bit too sinful even for the goddess of love.

What's more, Maven's meadery, the underground Skooma bar, even the damn orphanage, they're all connected to the business. Like, I knew that people whore themselves out down in the Ratway, but fuck me, I had no idea so many businesses are connected in sex trade.

You might be wondering, is any of this even legal? What about the guards? What of the Empire? Do they all turn a blind eye? Not for free, and the business is quite lucrative, you know… Maven herself made it clear to me and said that I'm expected to not just serve, but also to make money. To her, a whore that can't turn profit is as useless as a soup-spoon with a giant hole in the middle. At least you can sharpen a dull blade, she said, but what do you do with a broken spoon? You throw it into trash and replace it with a new one. Yeah, go figure.

Haelga herself took a great interest in me when I was brought to her office. She didn't recognize me at first, but after thinking about it for a while, she admitted that she'd seen me around a few times, thought I was just a nobody. I did notice her inspecting at my body more than I expected. Was she looking at the tattoo on my pubic area? I swear I could've heard her say it too, while I read the word "Interesting" from her lips. Haelga confirmed to Maven that she's glad to have me around, and Maven reminded me to behave myself, or else. Maven also made it clear that Haelga is my boss now, and I am to treat her word as law, almost as if it was coming from Maven's mouth itself. I more or less expected that.

So, I'm expected to turn profit for both Haelga and Maven, as the latter made clear. The actual goal might sound like a hard goal to reach, as it's five hundred Septims, but since customers usually pay one hundred for an hour, it's not too hard a goal. Of course, all of that money is something I'll never see and will go straight to expenses like upkeep, rent, food, security, and keeping the guards shut… Haelga said that if I want to earn some money of my own while doing this, I can always work for more, and it might even work in my favor, so there's an incentive for me to make as much money as possible for my new mistresses.

Anyway, that's the deal here. I didn't expect to see Maven again, but she actually came to interrogate me once, again about Karliah. They've searched her home, searched for her everywhere, but she seems to have disappeared from Skyrim entirely with no trace left behind. She seems to be good at that, considering how long she was in hiding from Mercer too. I insisted on not knowing anything about what was going on, and although it didn't look like Maven believed me at first, she took my word as the truth. Like seriously, what's up with Karliah? I still hope she can help me… If not, I have a feeling she's going to face a punishment similar to what I'm going through, if not worse.

Let's talk about my workplace, because that's what I've been dealing with. Easiest way to access is through the Bunkhouse, if you're a customer anyway. The entrance is in the basement and it's being constantly guarded. It leads to the eatery as well as Haelga's office, where she has her Dibella statues, her customers and her bedrooms and such. The actual brothel is a bar maybe a little bigger than the main-floor of Bee and Barb. You know, the actual inn here in Riften. There's a counter for drinks, there plenty of tables and there are poles too, for dancing.

The place, despite being underground and technically in the Ratway is very clean. It's also to the Skooma den. Most of the customers are from the Bunkhouse, but sometimes an occasional guy from the Skooma den also pays for our services. I've been prohibited of actually stepping into the Skooma bar even though it's part of the premises as well. It's for my own safety, Haelga says, but I have a feeling… It could actually be possible to escape this place through the Ratway. I don't know its layout well enough though, and without any weapons I'm not sure I could sufficiently defend myself anyway.

There are also rooms for business, and each one of the girls have their own, me included. It's where I sleep, where I keep myself clean, and where most of the adult stuff happens. It's also where I keep you updated, my dearest diary.

Now, you should get the gist of it all now. I'm stuck here, but for how long? So far, I haven't caused problems, so… Maybe one week shy of a year? Gosh, that's a long time… I suppose I could look for more clues about how to escape, or I can just pray for Karliah or someone else to save me. I mean, my friends must know by now, and everyone at the guild must also know… Nobody has come looking for me yet though. Maven has probably made it clear to the guild members that helping me is out of question, and my friends are unlikely to know where I am.

Anyway, I'm hoping to figure something out while I work. Anything rather than something, actually. Below I've kept tabs and scribbled some notes and even wrote a few stories and memoirs about the customers I've served.

Ivar the Farmhand

I served four customers on day one, out of which one paid for two hours, so I met my quota, but I only want to write about my first customer. Haelga had picked me real nice and sexy clothes… That's if you can call them proper clothes, as the garments weren't there to cover up anything. She made me dance to attract customers. I had never danced before, but it wasn't too hard. Actually, scratch that, dancing is pretty easy… At least up to the basics. I could use some practice, because it's one of those things where only sky's the limit for how good you can move. For now, just moving my hips a little made the trick.

A man spotted me, a familiar looking man. I mentioned a farm boy in passing when I was being held captive by those damn Bandits in their illegal pit-fighting cave, and wouldn't you know it, he was standing in front of me. He didn't even hesitate to raise his hand to buy my services.

He couldn't believe I was here in this place, especially after what happened to that pit. He doesn't know the specifics, but he used to be a regular, said he loved going in there to "vent", but didn't like that place too much. He didn't like the idea of doing it to women who weren't willing, but he continued to do so anyway, said he didn't have alternatives, said he was sick in the head, addicted. Like for fucks sake, did I look like a priest of Mara? I'm dressed like a whore in a whorehouse. Why did he open up to me like that? Ah, whatever. He says that maybe it was good that place went under, since it made him seek alternatives. He would've never found Haelga's little secret brothel otherwise.

Then, he looked at me, and asked me, "How did you get out?"

"It's a long story", I said, as I sat on his lap. "I got some help, managed to kill the goons on my way out too… I may not look like it, but I'm actually an adventurer."

"Wow, really? Appearances can be deceiving", he said and smiled gently. "But being adventurer must be difficult for a small girl such as yourself. Like, to sell your own body too…"

"Yeah…"

"You… You are here willingly, right?"

I looked him dead in the eyes, and I tried to smile. I decided that it was probably for the best to lie a little. A little, white lie in the interest of improving customer satisfaction. I was a little harsh with my words on this poor loser last time around, but even with his flaws, he's a good boy. "Of course I am, silly", I said as I landed my hands on his shoulders and faced him properly. I was getting a little excited, so I thought why not just get it over with. "So, did you pay just so you could talk, or do you plan on actually nailing me?"

He wrapped his arms around my body and we kissed. Just so we clear, everything's on the menu. One hundred septims is a one-hour all you can eat buffet, so obviously kissing, touching, anal, cumming inside… Everything's allowed. I thought that bandit place was cheap, but let's be real, this is a real bargain.

He didn't waste too much time on pushing me down on top of my bed either. I spread my legs eagerly and invited him on top of me. He was gentle and slow with his insertion, but getting inside me just made him punish my cunny with a little bit of force. I urged him to take it slow, we've got plenty of time and don't want the fun to over so quick. He didn't take my advice at all. I thought he was going to be done in two minutes again, but he actually made me feel a lot better than last time around.

It was only his second time fucking a child, but it might as well have been his first, considering how much he kept touching, groping and caressing me. His hands found all of it: my waist, my butt, my clit, my chest. He was just all over me. It does feel good being made feel desired and beautiful, and he made me know it, none better than with his dick. He was so good! It was like this Nord was a completely different person from last time around. Whatever happened to that loser who couldn't last two minutes in bed? Ah, wherever the fuck that old Ivar is, never come back… That guy couldn't even make me feel good, this guy made me moan and beg for more.

We were done in thirty minutes, so we had some extra time in our hands. We spent it cuddling and chatting, I mostly wanted to talk about him, even though he insisted on hearing about my adventures. I kept telling him, "next time". Yeah, if I can make a regular out of him, that's good news for me. Other three customers I served today weren't as pleasant, so I could really use some good regulars to bring in the cash for me.

Bolli

Bolli owns a highly successful operation in the fishery with two boats and a crew. He's obviously wealthy, but not just monetarily. Wealth, or abundance, in my eyes can be extended to many other things as well. In this case, it's women. He's a married man but loves to sleep around. The saddest thing is that half the town knows this, while his actual wife, Nivenor is completely ignorant to the fact.

He is what they call a VIP. Few such men exist here in this city, and they're "marked" with marks of Dibella. Haelga herself picks these customers. They get to enjoy our services for free because their expenses are technically prepaid, while we still get compensated for the hours worked. Bolli picked me for his afternoon release.

He was drunk, not too interested in having any kinds of discussions or even bother with foreplay. Eager most of the time, he kept going on about how it's been a while since he's screwed a kid, about how I'm gripping him so tight, but he also showed a little bit of dissatisfaction towards me, or perhaps he was just teasing me. He said that tiny girls are no good because we've got no tits, kept teasing me for being flat. What an ass, reminded me of my uncle who always used to make dumb jokes about me. He did me from behind most of the time, but he also wanted me to mount him, wanted to finish inside my butt. I did so in reverse cow-girl position. It was kind of rough because I've never actually ridden a man while doing anal. I did make him cum though, so it must've not been that bad.

Lastly, he said that it was cute seeing how hard I'm trying but called me clumsy and sloppy. Regardless, I'm yet to hear about him actually taking complaints to Haelga or anyone else for that matter, show he could've just been bullying me.

Trio of Black-Briar Mercenaries

I was just minding my own business in the bar, chatting with one customer, when these two big burly guys told me to "come the fuck along". I was worried I had done something wrong, even wondered if Maven or Haelga wanted to talk to me, but they both just wanted to use me. Mind you, they weren't coming at me as customers either.

They dragged me to a room down towards the Skooma Den, where a familiar man was waiting. I recognized his face immediately, because he was actually the Mercenary I tried to shoot when I got caught. He hadn't forgotten that either, and he said that he's been waiting eagerly to teach me a lesson. That's exactly what he did when he tied my hands, forged himself on top of me, pushed his hand across my face to cover my mouth up, and shagged me. He said I was dumb not to kill him, called me a failure, said that I'm never getting another chance again… Now I'm paying the price.

His two friends wanted to teach me a lesson too. They fucked me sore, slapped and choked me too, made me taste all their dicks. I coughed so hard that I felt like puking, and I can't believe despite everything they put me though, they managed to make me cum too. They tossed me back inside the bar, where Haelga found me. I thought she was going to pay some sympathy towards me, but instead, she just spread her arms questioning me, asking where had I been for the past three hours. "You still haven't met your quota for the day, so better get to work." It was at that moment that I realized it had been a set up, probably a punishment to screw me over or make this harder for me. I did meet my quota for the day, barely, but damn it, if they're willing to play dirty to punish me, I could be in more trouble than I previously realized, and that's saying something.

Rain's Hand, 25th, 4E 203

I've learned nothing new.

So far I haven't written about the girls who work here besides me, but that's mostly because I forgot the last time I put pen on paper. Most of the women here are older than me, and out of those about half don't actually work here as slaves. There are some really nice ladies up there, like this Nord called Carla. Her body is absolutely outrageously voluptuous. I don't think she's a slave. There are also two other young girls who are in similar situations to me.

First one is called Runa Far-Shield. I don't know her, she doesn't know me. She's here basically because she was adopted by Maven, which Runa at first thought to be a blessing. Like, think about it, to be adopted to one of the wealthiest families in Skyrim! Who wouldn't want that? Imagine all the jewels and dresses you would get, never have to worry about making money your entire life… Yeah, didn't work out well for her now didn't it. She may be Maven's daughter on paper, but that's just a way for Maven to keep her under her thumb easily. Runa's been here for about a year now, and there's no end in sight. It's clear she doesn't want to work here, but she has no choice. She also told me advised me as a "veteran" to just give up, there's no way out of here. I asked her, has she even tried, and she shook her head, saying there's no point. It's impossible.

Her words aren't too encouraging, that's for sure. I hope I won't have as hard time figuring out a way out. Granted, I have more weapons at my disposal than she does. Voice, my fangs, blood magic… She has nothing really, she's just an ordinary mortal. I'm not willing to believe escape is impossible for me, even if it could be for her.

Oh, that reminds me, getting fed here is surprisingly easy for a Vampire. Nobody suspects a thing.

The third kid here is named Britte, and she I'm more familiar with. You see, Britte is Sissel's twin-sister, and after I killed their father per Sissel's request, Britte was sent living in the orphanage. She was brought here three months ago under circumstances a little different from Runa. Apparently, she tried to run away from the orphanage, and got subsequently punished for it. Harshly. It seems that the situation at the Honorhall is even worse these days than it was when Grelod was in charge, and that's saying something because Grelod was horrible.

Britte used to be a bit of a bully herself, but now she's a completely different person. She's so quiet, it's like she's dead inside… I can't help but to feel partially responsible. Looking back, I used to be kind of unsympathetic towards her, thinking she might partially deserve what's coming to her for being such a brat, but seeing her in this state makes me so sorry for her. Britte doesn't deserve to be here at all, and she's taking it really badly. I haven't talked to her at all, I wonder if she would even recognize me considered that I never talked to her in Rorikstead either.

Hofgrir Horse-Crusher

Hofgrir is another VIP selected by Haelga, and he's got himself a mean streak. I thought he was just another one of those old, overconfident men who like to boast about being a real man, an alpha, about how most men these days are just a bunch of pussies, you know the type. He owns the stables by the way, which is weird, considering his name. "Horse-Crusher". That's not his real birthname though.

He's got pretty good physique for a man of his age, and a lot of meat down there too. He wanted to warm up by having me suck him off, a request I was happy to carry out, and I got a chance to ask him about how he got his name. Apparently he once rode a horse so hard he broke the poor animal's spine, and joked about how ever since he's only been "riding bitches" and "crushing cunts". It sounded like just some silly banter soldiers exchange with each other at the barracks or maybe at the inn after a long day of work. You know, another one of those sentences most actually can't back up with actions. Then again, I could not deny his size, his girth…

He then mounted me from behind, thrusting so hard he got the entire bedframe creaking. It's like he wanted to go deeper than physically possible and pulled me towards him. I wasn't expecting him to be so rough from the get-go, but I was in no position to complain or tell him to slow down, especially with him telling me how he was going to make me sore, make me not walk for a whole day and about me not daring to backtalk to him.

I was so utterly dominated by him. He took me by my arms and pulled my body towards himself, bending my back, having my body suspended in air. I wouldn't have been able to move even if I tried my hardest. It was a perfect submission. Yet, it didn't hurt, not one bit. All I could feel was intense pleasure as he slapped and clapped against me. My eyes rolled back, I was moaning so hard everyone must've heard it, I think I was drooling a little too. At the end of it all, he even proved capable of being gentle, as he caressed me and kissed me from behind while filling me with his seed.

Not too long after, I just laid down and rested. I knew I had done my work for the day, and he left satisfied anyway. I'm so glad he was the last customer for the day, and I wouldn't mind him visiting again.