JoS/Henriette/30th Journal - Mission in Solitude

Rain's Hand, 8th, 4E 203

I got a letter from the Guild again with another job offer. This time, they wanted to meet me in person, so I did a little round trip to Riften and back. I ended up actually picking two jobs, one from Tonilia and one from Delvin. I wasn't expecting to get work from that Redguard as she mostly handles trade, but this work makes sense. I kind of did make her mad in the process though due to something I've done in the past.

She told me that she and the Khajit caravans can benefit a lot from each other and that there's some business for them to discuss. She asked me to speak for her and also bring a bag of Moon Sugar to their leader, Ri'saad. I would be lying if I didn't get the urge to have some of it for myself and, you know… Get off it. I didn't allow myself to fall into that trap.

If you're familiar with the path I've taken with the Dark Brotherhood, you might already be guessing where this is going. In case not, let me remind you of a certain Khajiti magister I killed, Ma'randru-jo. This job was unique in a sense that I let it be known that I was the killer. I did so because I knew I was going to get away with taunting him and with me defending myself against him. If there's one person who knows that I wasn't acting in good faith though, it's Ri'saad.

I tried to explain this to Tonilia as calmly and reasonably as possible, but wouldn't you just know, I was about to get shat on. Hard.

She was fuming. Never in my life did I think she was capable of getting so mad. That pretty, tiny little woman was absolutely enraged, threw a mug at me - she luckily missed - and scolded me, how could I be so dumb, how could a damned assassin be part of the Thieves Guild. She was pointing at me and screaming at Brynjolf too, demanding for me to be fired immediately. It took the combined forces of Brynjolf and Delvin to calm her down. Delvin tried to explain that it's been known for a long time that I'm with the Dark Brotherhood, and I also tried to explain that I was simply following orders. The work I do there has never before conflicted with Thieves Guild work, and the two guilds have a friendly relationship anyway. She was willing to buy it, but this still threw a huge wrench in her plans.

"Don't think you're going to weasel yourself out of this one. We're going to get caravans on our side and you're going to help with me, like it or not."

I mean, I love to help… Her plan B is another Khajit caravan, who's ran by Ahkari. Technically all Khajit caravans are working together, so it's likely that I might get into trouble with her as well, but at least she can be reasoned with by me. Ri'saad probably never wants to see my face ever again. Anyway, that's job number one.

Delvin had the second offer for me, and this is something that's arguably even harder for me, because the client is someone I also have a past with. You see, our contract is Erikur in Solitude. He's an advisor and a Thane for Elisif. Last time we met was in Thalmor embassy I believe? I caused him a little trouble, ended up getting fucked by him, and ended up, you know, doing all that other stuff too, like stealing all kinds of confidential papers belonging to the Thalmor… Oh dear, he probably remembers me very, very well. Now, obviously there's no way I can refuse to do this job and start making excuses AGAIN, so I bit my tongue and said that I'd be glad to represent the guild in front of Erikur and do whatever job he has stored for me.

Damn it, I'm going to be fine, am I…? Erikur is not going to have my ass thrown in jail, right?

Rain's Hand, 10th, 4E 203

While I was visiting Dawnstar, I didn't simply want to do business with Ahkari, although that's what I did too. As I feared, she's suspicious of me because she's obviously in contact with Ri'saad, and she has heard of me. "Khajit does not know how much of that is true", she added. "Ri'saad respected the mage, but the mage's conduct was often questionable. Ma'randru-jo was always one to get into trouble, to get the caravans into trouble. It's not unreasonable to think someone would've wanted him dead."

She also understands the value of working with the Thieves Guild, especially since their influence is in rise. Still, a simple bribe of Moon Sugar from me wasn't going to cut it, and she said that I must prove my own personal worth to her as well. Luckily for me, there was a way for me to prove myself to be an ally to them.

One of her bodyguards is a man called Kharjo, and he filled me with the details. There's a bandit clan living in some abandoned watchtower by the route they often take, and about two weeks ago, they led a raid on the caravan, and they want me to take care of the problem. There's no need for me to recover any stolen cargo or anything, as this is more about prevention and revenge. However, Kharjo told me to keep an eye out for what he calls a "moon amulet", which is precious to him.

It wasn't even a challenge. There were three of them in the tower, and I murdered them all. Quest done and it made Ahkari very happy. Kharjo too was happy to be reunited with his amulet. She urged me to bring them goods from time to time, and warned me to stay away from Ri'saad. Duly noted.

My next bit of business was exchanging some pleasantries at the Sanctuary while also relying some contracts from the Night Mother to the Speakers. I also asked Babette for some private tutoring to help me get better with Alchemy. She's such a good teacher, just having her hold my hands made it feel like I was doing a better job. She said she usually charges a price for training, but with a wink she proclaimed that she'd always make an exception for me. Ah, she's just the best, so adorable

That concludes my business in Dawnstar.

Rain's Hand, 13th, 4E 203

My encounter with Erikur went just about as well as I expected it to. That's to say, not well at all, but it could've been worse!

I had no problem getting inside the Blue Palace itself. Castle Dour was a different story a month or so ago, but this place had different guards who were a little laxer. Elisif glanced at me when she saw me and smiled happily. Falk was also happy to see a friendly face and we shared a few words. He still seems a little worried about Potema and something that's going on beneath the city, but unfortunately I don't have time to get involved with that.

Erikur though, he looked like he wanted to yell at me to get arrested but considering that I was just exchanging pleasantries with Falk, he didn't intervene. All I got from him was a death glare. Things didn't get much easier when I approached him and said that I came on behalf of the Guild. He seemed shocked and told me to meet me at his home later, as the palace obviously wasn't the best place to have any kind of business discussion.

When I actually got to his lavish, extravagant little house, he blew up at me, red faced like a fat piece of roasted gammon. "I asked Delvin to send me his very best and he sends me a SLUT?"

Just to emphasize his contempt at me, let me just point out that I have never, ever in my life heard someone utter that four-letter s-word with such emotion, animosity and oomph put to it. It was like a word of power on its own, spoken by a fellow Dragonborn. He kept going on, ranting and raving about me, how indecent I am, how dare I dress the way I did in the court of the High Queen, about how I caused him so much trouble the last time around, and I barely got a word in. He finally did demand me to tell him one good reason why he should trust me with this job after what I did in the embassy.

Well, my reasoning was simple. I was sent to infiltrate the embassy back then, and I succeeded in my mission. Surely that would make me quite a skilled little sneak, no? Surely he would be able to look besides the fact that I am in his words a "SHLUTH" and recognize me for my talents?

He grunted at me, arms crossed. I had just convinced him, but he didn't want to accept it. He reminded me that failure is not an option, and that he could throw me into prison for life if he so damn pleased. I kind of wanted to call bluff there and then, but doing so probably wouldn't have won me any favors. Instead, I insisted that I won't fail his expectations, and asked politely for the details.

Long story short, he had a shill job for me.

A myriad of traders obviously goes through the Solitude docks and through the East Empire Company too. Some goods are even highly exotic and illegal, and according to him, "you can find almost anything you want in there". I think I know it better than you do, sir Erikur, considering that I myself have been treated as merchandise down there for the perverts of Solitude, but I digress. Erikur wants someone put out of business, and he had a perfect plan of how to succeed. I won't tell you how he explained it; instead, I will simply tell you, my dear diary, of how I succeeded with this task of mine.

First step was the longest part. I had to get myself on a bottle of Balmora Blue. It's a beverage that used to be brewed in the place it's named after, but sadly, since the place is covered under layers and layers of ash from the eruption of the Red Mountain… They don't make it anymore. I'm pretty sure that the amount of bottles remaining in Tamriel can be counted in two digits. It's a shame, really, because this stuff is to Skooma what Firebrand Wine is to fine dining: the best of the best. I can just imagine what it would taste like… Sadly it's so rare that I couldn't afford to lose this irreplaceable bottle, and like I said, I was actually going to need it. The captain of the Red Wave had one.

Here's the problem though. I didn't bring enough money with me. I wasn't expecting to actually spend any, you see, and thought that a little less than a thousand Septim should be more than enough as travel money. Boy, was I wrong! This stuff is even more expensive than that! And guess what? Discount was out of question, and since I didn't know where the bottle was being kept, so was stealing it.

The captain suggested that I could pay what I have and then pay for the remaining price by working. It sounded like a fair trade. Well… They put me to work alright, the whole crew did. One of the crew members recognized me, you see. "Haven't I seen her with Gulum-Ei?", one asked. "Really now?", the captain commented, eyeing me down. "Tell you what, I can give you once in a lifetime chance at a discount, if you can pay with your body. The slave trade has died down here so getting hands on such precious little things as yourselves is getting increasingly difficult."

Yeah, I sometimes forget that my sex appeal is a very rare and valuable commodity amongst certain public.

I don't want to get into too many details, but they didn't let me off quickly, but I got off relatively easily considering that my work really didn't involve me doing that much work. Just some happy consensual sex, sex, sex with some horny pirates… Few of them made me feel really good, but the others weren't so great in bed. I guess I'm getting picky? Can't satisfy this bitch with just any dick, you know.

They let me go at five o'clock in the morning, and I paid all the money I had on me to get the bottle with discounted price. The last part was diving to the ocean to get the chest, and I wasn't going to get any help. Still naked, they took me to the deck and pointed at the exact location, then set up a blank, telling me to walk. I guess that's their idea of fun? Whatever I suppose. They didn't give me a key, so I had to pick it open too, and let me just tell you, picking locks underwater ain't easy.

I climbed to the shore and got back to the boat, but the captain was there gatekeeping my equipment and weapons. He said that there was actually one more person in the ship I hadn't come across servicing yet, and that was him. I sighed and asked what he wants me to do… Luckily, it was just a blowjob and some doggystyle afterwards. After that, I was let go with the bottle and my pockets a lot lighter than before.

Long part was behind me, next was the hard part: planting the bottle.

I never told why I needed this exotic booze, you see. Well, it may be invaluable, but it's also highly illegal. Punishment isn't just some fine you get like if you're caught high on Skooma either. No, having a bottle of this means you're going behind bars. This is actually the plan here. Erikur wants some rival gone from business and a bottle of Balmora Blue found during an inspection from an Imperial guard should do the trick.

Dainty Sload was the ship, and it was guarded heavily, even at night, even though more than half of the crew were sleeping. Alas, killing was obviously out of question since it would've completely made it obvious that this was a shill job, and I was representing the Guild too. So, I had to sneak my way in. Luckily I'm good at that. I got in and out undetected. I also found one of those weird stones I once asked Vex about. Haven't found too many of them, to be honest. She did say they're hard to come across if I recall correctly… Still, no harm in holding on to it. I also found some coins lying around, and since this whole boat's going out of business, I assumed they wouldn't need them anymore. They're now in better pockets!

This was officially the end of my contract, as I had done everything that was asked of me, but when I got to Erikur and knocked on his door, I was surprised by a trio of Imperial guardsmen standing behind me. Erikur opened the door with a shit-eating grin on his face and asked me if I've done what I asked. Confused, I glanced at the guardsmen. I thought I was going to be arrested for real, but Erikur assured me that these three men are in with the scheme, and I could be as honest as I wanted. So, I said, the job is done. That's when the men put me in chains and a slave collar. They pushed me inside the building and Erikur closed the door, whispering "We'll see about that" as he was groping me.

He then let me know that I wasn't going to get away from him this time around, and that we had some unfinished business. "You're not getting away from me this time around", he whispered. Fortunately though, he said that he doesn't care about what I did in the embassy behind closed doors as it's not his business and will not out me for any crimes… Provided I have done what's asked for me, and done it right. Since I did, I could surrender myself to be played by him with my mind at ease.

I believe I already mentioned it in passing, but his house is lavish and extravagant, and his bedroom was no exception. He had a lot of toys available as well, so I suppose he is used to luring women into his home for fun. He's definitely a kind of man who likes taking control, not that I did mind. He began by tying my hands behind my back and taking me by my hair, as he pushed it towards his groin. Poking his erect, great white, he started commanding me. He actually called me a milk-drinker too, which I haven't been called often to be honest, even though Nords like that insult for some reason. "You must be quite used to sucking", he said, "considering that you're barely out from your mommy's teet".

It wasn't so much about me sucking and doing work as it was about him just thrusting into my throat. I tried my best to give him service, and he was still happy with how I responded to him being rough. It didn't take long for me to get taste of Papa's milk as well. Yeah, that's what he wanted me to call him. "Papa". He made me drink the whole load.

He then took the chains in my hands and tied them to a hook on top of the bed. With him underneath me, I could only move up and down. He took me by my hip and my waist and stuck his cock into me, making me ride it. I wasn't expecting it to be as good as it was, considering that his wasn't even the biggest I've taken today, but he got the better of me. His rhythmic thrusts guided me and kept me constantly at edge, throwing me over it several times over. I can hardly believe how hard he made me moan by the end of it, but of course, he wasn't done yet.

He stuck a powerful vibrating plug up my cunny and proceeded to do my ass from behind with my hands still being tied to the roof, with my body suspended in air and flailing. Every single clap of him slapping into me echoed in the building, probably outside as well. This time around he was way more eager, so it didn't take that long for him to fill my ass up. He then left me alone to rest.

I was out for maybe three or four hours until I was confirmed that the job had been done right. He congratulated me and rubbed my cheek calling me a good girl, after which he said I'm free to go. He didn't unlock the collar though, and instead left it on. When I confronted him about it, he said that since I'm his bitch now I should hold on to it, and that he better not catch me not wearing it ever again. Yeah, sure, whatever… You're not the first man to think you can control me and probably not the last… Luckily the primitive locking mechanism was very easy to pick, so I didn't need to humiliate myself walking around Skyrim in a collar.

It's a nice collar though, so I guess I could as well hold onto it… Don't want to throw a perfectly good piece of bondage equipment away…

Normally I would return home after a job well done, but I need to get back to Tonilia to inform her about the deal with the caravans, so there's one more little trip for me to complete before I can get home to the girls.