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.
Sun's Dusk, 8th, 4E 201
Before I made it to my contract, which is located in a ruin called Raldbthar, weather took a sudden turn to nasty. I had to seek shelter inside a nearby cave. This cave was home to a group of bandits unrelated to the group I'm after. Well, I managed to take out their guards and one guy inside before I got hit by an arrow myself. I never saw it coming, I had no idea that he was even there. One shot was all it took for him to make me his bitch.
This Nord proceeded to cuff my arms and my ankles. He also found great humor in the fact that there was already a collar around my neck. He said he's going to use me, but he didn't want to get into trouble for stealing someone else's whore, so he said he'd let me go if I promised to behave. Then, he ravaged by body by forcing himself on top of me, and by drugging me with some kind of Skooma. His dick stirring me up, along with that poisonous cocktail… He made me cum so hard.
I wasn't even thinking straight anymore. Everything from that point onward was a messy blur, I was just that high and intoxicated. I do remember that he did me from behind as soon as I was completely unable to do anything, and he finished inside, and now I have to deal with another bastard child in my uterus again. It's also possible that his friends used me too, but I have no recollection of that. A lot of time must've passed though…
I only came back to when I was finally thrown out from their lair, laying naked outside in the snow. My body was shaking and shivering, but I couldn't feel any cold or pain. It took a lot of strength for me to crawl to my feet, and that was only to realize that I had no choice but to sneak back inside the cave to seek warmth. They have my clothes and armor, for goodness' sake. I still feel weakened and intoxicated… This type of Skooma doesn't seem to messing with my head that much, but there's no way I can fight him like this… I can't just escape either as I'd freeze to death…
Is this what they want? Maybe it's a game for them, as they know damn well that I can't leave this place in weather without freezing to death… Either that or he wanted me to die out there. Well, whatever the case may be, I don't feel like giving him what he wants. I'll just hide and wait for a while.
Sun's Dusk, 8th, 4E 201
Oh father, have I done you proud now? Have I made for my past mistakes? I killed him. I snuck up to my rapist and I ended his life. I didn't give him a chance to use me again. Who's laughing now? You took me by surprise, but you should've killed me, you horny dog. Now you and your friends had to pay the price. Yes, I managed to kill them all. May their miserable souls now serve eternally you in the Void.
They actually had some tools and keys which I could use to remove the restraints, not that they ended up serving me well. Getting rid of the cuffs was really easy, but I broke rest of the keys trying to fiddle with this damned iron collar. The lock is rusted and old, perhaps even impossible to remove with these kinds of tools. Realizing this actually made me curse out loud.
At least they were reasonably wealthy. I think this might be some kind of Skooma warehouse that they're using for their illegal trade? It's in a remote location, so I wouldn't be surprised. I'm not sure if I can get away with selling all of this in an ordinary store, but if I can, I might be able to afford service from a decent blacksmith even if I can't get my contract done. I have a feeling they're going to be even more difficult of a foe than these guys were. But that's for tomorrow night. This little trip has me properly beat and I have no strength to complete my mission today.
Sun's Dusk, 9th, 4E 201
Today I went to Raldbthar to complete my contact. It's an old Dwemer ruin in the mountains. Getting rid of the three bandits keeping guard outside was very easy and I managed to sneak in unnoticed. Immediately after getting inside, I found a fourth bandit, sleeping, and three more further ahead exchanging banter. Interior was very well lit, so I couldn't use darkness to my advantage. Got into a little bit of a trouble because of it, but nothing that could stop my advance. I must've gotten a little lucky by managing to take them all by surprise.
Only things that stood between me and Alain Dufont now were two bandits who were camping in a large room with him. I managed to take them out from the shadows and all that was left was my contract, who I was saving for the last. He was impressed by me getting this far, and he talked a big game. It's a shame his talk was nothing more than delusions of grandeur, for he wasn't able to provide me with any kind of challenge. I took him down with my blade really quick.
I thought that was the end of it. Oh no. No, no, no. I had one more bandit to worry about.
This one was a master of sneak and used invisibility to his advantage. He was able to disarm me before I even had a chance to defend myself, and he pinned my down so easily, stripped me naked, tied my wrists together with a sturdy rope, and raped me. I can't believe I let my guard down, and I can't believe I let him get to me like that.
In his words, I had ruined the expedition he and his friends had risked their life for, an expedition that would've surely made them rich, and that he was going to get back at me by selling me off to some rich old pervert who was then probably going to feed me to wolves for entertainment. I didn't doubt him for a second. He seemed like a kind of guy who has experience with human trafficking and kidnapping.
I couldn't get on top of him at all, and there was absolutely no way I could've bitten his neck and taken him down. He constantly had his eyes on me, and he kept berating me, fucked me through four rounds and threatened to kill me if I even thought about escaping or fighting back. All I needed was just one mistake from him, one chance to get close enough to him to kill him with my teeth.
I managed, somehow… Mortality is such a fragile thing… It's crazy how easy it is to take a man's life with a single bite. The best thing is that they never see it coming… None of them have ever even thought about the possibility of the girl they're raping actually being a dangerous creature.
I was still tied up, but with enough work and patience, I was able to wiggle out and loosen the rope on my wrists up. I haven't left these ruins yet. I'm still sore and can barely walk. For what it's worth, this Nord had a huge dick…
I wonder, what did these bandits come here for? He said about coming here in search of fortune. Ruins seem to lead even further inside, so no doubt that riches lay in wait deep inside. I've heard rumors that these Dwemer ruins are incredibly dangerous, and I know for a fact that I'm not well suited to combat the constructs that guard these ancient cities. Possibility of a treasure down there pokes my curiosity greatly, but I don't think it's in my best interest to delve deeper, not today, not alone. I have no idea what I even could encounter there. These Dwemer ruins are an unknown beast to me.
I'm going to avoid getting into fights for time being and make it back to Markarth, hopefully untouched.
Sun's Dusk, 12th, 4E 201
Muiri paid me very well, but I ended up having to spend it most of it right away just to get rid of this stupid collar. As for the rest, I had another problem slowing me down. All those bandits drugging me while they're raping me has taken a toll on me, and I needed something to sate my blossoming addiction. That something didn't have to be Skooma, even though I had lots of it. As good as that stuff made me feel last time around, I know I can't rely on it. If I do, this terrible addiction is just going to come back to bite me again and again.
I headed to the Warrens in Markarth. Muiri told me that there's a Skooma den there and they could have the remedy I'm looking for. I didn't feel too comfortable going to "that" kind of establishment again. Even the bouncer at the door thought I was in a wrong place, he asked me what in oblivion is a milk-drinker doing in a place like this. I wasn't looking to converse with him, so I headed straight to the dealer.
They had some tea on stock to ease my symptoms, so I counted my coins. It wasn't enough. Like really, this stuff is really expensive. These guys must own a fortune. He suggested that I could try selling my body, to which I simply scoffed. No way. I had a counterproposal to him, and I whipped out some of the bottles I had stolen from the bandits. He was cautious of taking them, these guys have to be very careful about who supplies their drugs. It took some explaining about their origin and persuasion about it being good stuff to have him eventually cave, but he wasn't willing to pay the full price as he has his list of trusted suppliers, and adventurers aren't on that list. I ended up selling him all of the bottles, which in the end actually saved me from spending money. Then, I left as soon as possible. There were already men there eyeing me up, and I didn't want them to have any wrong ideas about me.
The tea tasted horrible, but it made me feel a little better. It still feels like too little, but paired with a good night's sleep I'm confident I'll feel better tomorrow. It sucks that I have to deal with something like this, but it can't be helped anymore. I have to be careful in the future not to get myself in that kinds of situations anymore, although I have a feeling I'm gonna get screwed on my adventures in the future as well.
Well, I suppose being drugged, raped and even enslaved is still better than getting killed…