JoS/Lyra/3rd Journal - Rescued

Hearthfire, 7th, 4E 201

I spent almost two weeks in captivity and it felt like it would never end. The soldiers started calling me the camp whore and would place bets and have sparring contests to determine who would get to use me next. The day a few of them placed a bet to see who could make me cry the loudest was the worst. The rule was nobody could cause any actual harm, they all just fucked me really hard one after the other.

Not all the soldiers were rough and mean, though. But they still used my body and even the nice ones made me cry sometimes. The commander of the camp said I reminded him of his daughter, but that I gave better blow jobs. I may be young and naive, but even I know doing stuff like that with your own daughter is disgusting. My daddy may be gone, but at least he never did stuff like that to me. Unfortunately, lots of other men have by now. A few of the soldiers even made me feel kind of good when they would lick my pussy. A few times, I didn't even want them to stop. But they always did when their cum started coming out.

Eventually, I stopped counting the days and just gave into the idea. I was a child whore for the Stormcloak army.

(wip)