JoS/Kanna/8th Journal - Mistress Therana and the Kwama Princess

Frostfall, 4th, 3E 427

After spending a night at Castle Ebonheart, I set sail for Sadrith Mora on the other side of Vvardenfell. Getting there by boat is almost a must, as between the west and east coasts, it's a volcanic no-man's-land, and riding a Silt Strider will only get you halfway to your destination. I guess you could also walk, but why do that when you can enjoy the sights of this marvelous archipelago and its hundreds, if not thousands of picturesque islands? Azura's Coast is more barren than the Ascadian Isles, so the landscape turned more alien as we sailed further east. It's just volcanic stone and giant mushrooms here with little to no greenery.

We didn't arrive until night, and I was fast asleep by the time we got there, but I could sleep peacefully since the boat wasn't leaving the port until noon of the next day.

Sadrith Mora is a large city on an island off the eastern coasts of Vvardenfell, roughly an equal distance away from the island of Vvardenfell as it is from the shores of mainland and the Telvanni peninsula. The city itself doesn't look as large as some of the big cities I've visited, but it's very well spread out, with settlements even on the smaller islands towards Vvardenfell.

It's quite a different city from Balmora, which in turn is quite different from any town I've ever been to in Cyrodiil. Its name literally translates to "Mushroom Forest", and that's exactly what it is! Just imagine if this was the first place you landed in after traveling here from Cyrodiil and saw all those buildings made out of mushrooms… No wait, it's the other way around! They ARE giant mushrooms that are made into buildings! Talk about a culture shock.

Getting to the city from the harbor was surprisingly easy, considering how the city is divided. It's been segregated into two parts, with the non-Telvanni really only being welcomed freely in the Imperial fortress of Wolverine Hall south of the city. In contrast, around the Telvanni council and the tower of Tel Naga in the middle of the city, people won't welcome you as freely. If you're allied with Telvanni, you won't have problems. If you're not, you'll probably be fine if you don't attract too much attention. Someone also talked to me about some "Hospitality papers" when I entered the city, but I never even found a vendor selling such papers, so I didn't care. It was probably a scam anyway.

You can also sail straight to the mainland without Imperials trying to tell you the island is sealed off. Sea routes only lead to Firewatch and some small nearby settlements like Marog, located just a three-hour trip away from here. There's also a sea route to Port Telvannis from Firewatch, but the journey is long and expensive. Regardless, all this information is good to know.

Since this is Telvanni territory, you also tend to come across slaves, as this is one of the only places in all of Tamriel where it's still tolerated as legal practice. The Redoran doesn't condone slavery on this island, and Hlaalu likes to pretend they don't condone it. Sadrith Mora itself is a prominent harbor for the slave trade in this region, located smack bang in the middle of the Inner Sea. Like seriously, when I was visiting the marketplace, they were selling slaves out there in the open! They're primarily used for labor and household work, but there were some scantily-clad ladies wrapped in chains in the open-air markets as well. Owning sex slaves here is as socially acceptable as owning a dildo.

Elves have often considered themselves superior to others, meaning that Khajiit and Argonians are seen in slavery most often, especially in the fields of labor. I've even heard rumors about Argonian leather and Khajiit fur being used for trade, just reinforcing the idea of some Dunmer treating them like animals. Humans being enslaved in labor is a little rarer, but not wholly uncommon. The same can be said about fellow elves, although it's probably a lot rarer. I haven't seen a single elf in chains today.

As for sex slavery, you can imagine humans and fellow elves being more popular in that field of "labor", and this seems to coincide with what I saw. Most of them were humans. I'm sure you can buy furry and scaly ladies to serve as sex toys as well. Or men. Of course, male sex slaves exist as well.

In addition, since slaves are considered property, those who oppose slavery and want to take the slaves away from their masters are considered thieves. Oh, but you just wait, as that's not even the craziest part I heard today about this anarcho-capitalist "everything goes" society. More shockers about Telvanni law and customs were thrown my way when I finally got across applying to their House as a retainer.

I wasn't initially let inside the council house, which was the first time I had been denied entry to anywhere on this island, but after confirming with them that I was only looking to join, they let me in. I approached the "Mouths", who determined whether I would be an acceptable addition to their society or not. Mouths are, well, some kind of servants for their patrons, who in turn are the "Council", who are highest-ranking members of this House? I'm not sure, the politics of this House is complicated. To be a Mouth means to be quite a high-ranking member of the House in its own right. I met five of them, and they all serve a different patron. They were happy with someone expressing interest in joining, especially someone as young as myself.

Here's the problem though: me being an outlander. While they don't mind me joining, joining them is a life-long commitment in the sense that once I join with them, I cannot swap to joining any other Great House. This applies to all outlanders, regardless of which House you're joining, and is a universal rule across the land. That's fine by me, so thus we were able to continue.

Next, they explained their laws and rules… And by Mephala's saggy tits, are their rules quite different from what they have in any other guild I've ever heard of!

For starters, everyone is expected to trust their own judgment. Stealing from others is allowed, as long as you manage to succeed. Yeah, seriously. If you successfully steal from the member of the House and live to tell the tale, you obviously deserve whatever it is that you took. I do notice a funny contradiction here though: if I were to steal a slave and lived to tell the tale, would I deserve it as my own? Would I not then be allowed to free that said slave if I so pleased, as they were now my own rightful property? Would that not make me a lawful abolitionist? I didn't ask any of the Mouths this… Just a funny little thought experiment I thought of while writing this…

Killing other members of the House is also tolerated to an extent. Nobody will bat an eye if you kill someone trying to steal from you, which is not unheard of but still extreme by Imperial standards. Killing and murder are also considered acceptable means of advancing in ranks to assume your superior's position. "Murdering your opposition by magic is a traditional way of settling disputes", I was told. "If you successfully murder your opponent, your argument by definition has more merit than theirs". What kind of tradition is that? These traditions aren't that often practiced though, as trying to murder your superior could very well be a damn suicide, considering how mighty some of these wizards are. Telvanni masters are only second to the mages of Artaeum, and even then, I'm sure you can find those equal to the mightiest of Altmer living in these towers. Besides, hierarchy is highly respected here.

Seriously, this society is more complicated than I thought… Either way, I joined. As an institution, it's far "freer" than the Mage's Guild and in the end. Then again, it's only really "free" to those in control, as you can't really call those hired and even enslaved by the Telvanni "free". Might makes right here, I suppose.

Needless to say, I have some reservations about how this society operates. Still, in the end, despite everything I wrote, all these rules and customs simply exist to make the study and advancement of magic as free and open as possible, which is the guiding principle of the Telvanni society. That is what's most important to me and why I came here in the first place, so I can tolerate this society's imperfections. Positives here far outweigh the negatives in that sense, although I'm not gonna pretend like this is some kind of perfect utopia. After all, I feel awful for the slaves…

As for me being part of both Telvanni and the Mages Guild… They're at odds with one another a lot, so even though I can technically be considered a member in both, I can't imagine this lasting forever. Telvanni wouldn't exile me for it, but they would be wary. Meanwhile, the Mages Guild would be PISSED. Undoubtedly, there will one day become a time when I will have to choose my allegiance once and for all. Hopefully not, as I just want to learn about magic, not get into the politics of these rivaling establishments.

Regardless, I'm gonna be staying here for a while now. I'm in no rush to return to the west coast quite yet. Hopefully it'll be fun!

Frostfall, 12th, 3E 427

For the past week or so, I've been busy doing work for the Telvanni, mostly just small errands and chores around the city and surrounding islands. Both the towers of Tel Fyr and Tel Aruhn are built on small islands just a short boat ride away from Sadrith Mora, but I only got to visit the latter. Tel Aruhn is where the Archmagister lives, and they offer quite a lot of services for the Telvanni members as well. No outsiders allowed inside though. Meanwhile, Tel Fyr is owned by a guy named Divayth Fyr, who supposedly prefers to stay away from politics. There's no work to be found there either, and no boat stops by, so no point in visiting.

I've also noticed that these people are really friendly to their fellow retainers, and you can enjoy a lot of great services. Like, there's just something so comforting about how those guards with their weird cephalopod helmets greet you warmly and even refer to you as "Muthsera". It's something the locals say to those they respect greatly, kind of like "Sera" but even more respectful, but I'm not sure what the direct translation is.

What else? Well, the pay is amazing, as the Telvanni are filthy rich, and the work doesn't take too much of my time either. I've got quite a lot of drakes in my purse right now, more than I made in Balmora in a month. Coming here has been a very worthwhile decision monetarily.

I've gotten myself time to spend at the local taverns too, like Fara's Hole in the Wall. I ended up getting hit on and having sex with some young Redguard named Rinina, an accomplished Spellwright in the service to the Archmagister. Not sure what he was doing there in Sadrith Mora, but it was the first and only time I've gotten laid during this little trip.

It's also a little weird that nobody really bats an eye at children engaging in courtship. Go hit on a little girl on the streets of Skingrad where I grew up, and the guards will take you away in chains, lock you in jail for being a pedophile and throw away the key. The romance between adults and children has to be so very hush-hush in a normal, "polite" society, but not here.

Telvanni Retainers in a Telvanni society - no matter how young they are - have the same rights as any legal adult would. That includes the ability to consent to sex. Likewise, children in slavery are considered the same as adults in slavery, as property. Nobody's gonna jail you for owning an underage slave, or for engaging in consensual sex with a minor. I mean, I've always thought of myself as mature-minded enough to consent to sex despite being just ten, but you know, some adults can be annoying moral busybodies… I guess that's just their way of caring about children, who they want to protect from all the horrible evil that adults want to do to us or something…

I talked about earning cold-hard Septims, but that's only half of what I've gained here. Telvanni also compensate their Retainers with knowledge, partially as a reward and partially because the ability to cast complex incantations is seen as a requirement for advancement. One of these must-learn basics is "Levitation" magic, which was outlawed by the Empire some years ago. Yeah, illegal in most places, but considered "basics" here. It sounds scary and intimidating as a subject, but not because the spell itself is complex. It's just costly to cast, and you need to consider safety too. Knowing spells like Feather and Slowfall is essential. Makes sense, as you really don't want to fall down and break your legs.

The primary driving factor behind successful levitation is focus above everything else. Don't even think about being able to succeed if you're out of breath; you're not going to be able to do it midair on in the middle of combat unless you're really experienced. I got the hang of it almost instantly, which is not at all what I expected, and neither did Galos, the Mouth tutoring me. Granted, I can't levitate very fast, but I can do it for a very long time. I was tested to see where my limits lie, and I could keep myself suspended in the air for three whole minutes before I felt like I could not will myself to float anymore. Pretty nice, if I may say so myself!

Given that I have now learned the very basics of House Telvanni, it's time for some actual proper work. Felisa - another one of the Mouths - suggested that I should perhaps seek out her mistress, a mage by the name of Therana, who's been looking for an assistant on a little project she's been conducting. Felisa warned me that it will require a strong heart on my part and said that since I'm going to meet her patron, I should also run a small errand for her. She gave me a skirt, a real nice miniskirt, although maybe a little short… Not that I like to wear skirts anyway. Therana resides on a small island in the town of Tel Branora. Getting to the island by foot is possible, but it's best to arrive by boat to avoid stress.

I'm happy to get some decent work now, but what puzzles me is… Why would I need a strong heart?

Frostfall, 13th, 3E 427

I was told that Mistress Therana is an eccentric girl, but if you ask me, that's an understatement. She's a perverted lunatic!

I got to her chamber on the top of her mushroom tower and found her in a small and messy room. There were books lying around along with some precious gemstones, and she was talking to a Khajiit man like he was just some kind of house-cat, like a pet. This man was butt-naked, apart from one piece of clothing, a slave bracelet on his right arm.

Therana herself is tiny; a fiery redhead with red eyes, the grey skin of the Dunmer, and a slim figure of a child. I was also told that she is old, like really fucking old, so old in fact that she's gone completely senile and crazy in the head, but she looks younger than me. Forget about saggy tits; she doesn't even have tits! I'm bustier than her, and I'm ten! That's a freaking child, not some thousand-year-old granny! How can she look this young? What sorcery is at play here? Like, is she a vampire or what?

I approached her, saying that I hoped I was not interrupting anything important, and I explained my business, saying that Felisa had sent me. She also noticed the skirt I was holding, but she didn't take it from my hands immediately. Instead, she started rambling about how it could be cursed, that there's just no way of knowing what kinds of tricks Felisa is planning to play on her. So, she pointed at me and gave me an order.

"Get naked, now", she said.

"E-excuse me?" I asked, blushing like crazy. I couldn't help but notice the Khajiit slave licking his lips.

"Therana needs to see you naked, and Therana needs you to put on the skirt", she ordered. "Need to make sure it's not cursed!"

That certainly wasn't what I was expecting, a powerful Dunmeri wizard talking in the third person! Well, I followed her request. It was so embarrassing to undress in front of someone I had just met, and the fact that there was this creepy beast of a man purring, meowing, and staring at me didn't help. Despite everything, I slowly got rid of all my clothes, and I was left with a pretty black skirt. Then, as soon as I raised it to my hip, she got mad at me.

"That's Therana's skirt!" she screamed and prepared a powerful spell. The only thing that was going through my mind was, is this how I would die, being transformed into a pile of glitter and stardust by some crazy magister's spell? I took the skirt off as fast as I could and started apologizing profusely, begging for her mercy, promising that I would never do anything of the sort ever again. She just giggled and said, "too late", and the next thing I knew, I was lying stunned on my back on top of the carpet in the middle of the room. She walked next to me, stared down at me arms crossed, and we had the following conversation.

"So, Felisa sent you, huh…"

"Y-yes…"

"Therana knew she could count on her." She giggled gleefully. "You're just the kind of slave that Therana needed for her next experiment!"

"I'm not a slave though. I'm a retainer", I said, trying to clear a misunderstanding. Too bad it didn't help.

"Retainer, slave, what's the difference?" she asked. The scariest part about the whole thing was her honest-to-gods expression and the fact that she probably believed every word of the nonsense that was coming out of her mouth. "So anyway, Therana needs you to be a test subject for her experiment. You're gonna breed eggs."

"Eggs…?"

"Yes, cross-species breeding", she said without a shred of embarrassment or hesitation in her voice, almost as if this extremely abnormal and perverted idea was completely normal to her. Never mind the fact that the idea of breeding eggs sounds like something only a deviant and a true sexual degenerate could think of; my body shouldn't even be capable of doing that!

"I'm not mature enough to get pregnant", I tried to explain.

"That's why Therana has to test this on you!" she said. "It's gonna be fine!"

She went on to explain that she's been studying Kwama for a long time, as these curious, massive insects fascinate her greatly. They begin as ants, then take the form of giant larvae, and then, depending on the circumstances, they can evolve and grow up to be very different creatures from where they started at. They can be peaceful workers on four legs, warriors standing on two, and some can even grow tentacles! Then there are the queens whose sole purpose is breeding and reproduction. She's also a proud owner of a Kwama mine, although eating eggs is banned on this island. Why? Because she's crazy, I don't know!

Therana's studies are mainly focused on understanding the queens' biology and how Alteration magic could be used to "alter" and guide the growth and the forms of both juvenile and adolescent Kwama. Whether you call it "guided evolution" or "selective breeding" or whatever else, she has supposedly cracked the code. She has been even able to bio-engineer whole-ass Kwama-breeds of her own.

She insists that what she does with all these Kwama is fantastic fun based on her personal experiences, but if she loves getting fucked by Kwama so much, why even need me!? Didn't matter, as she instructed her slave to fetch some gear, and then, while I was still stunned and paralyzed, the Khajiit locked me in them without saying a word. I tried to remind her that I didn't come here as a slave, but she didn't care. "A slave" was what she needed me to be, so "a slave" is what she turned me into.

"Therana asked Felisa to send a test subject, so that's what you'll be." She proceeded to lock me in a collar, all while reassuring me that it wouldn't hurt. "Probably anyway."

Instead of being brought to the actual mine, she brought me to the dungeons underneath the tower of Tel Branora. This dungeon is her "playroom", her testing ground for magical experiments. She placed her hands on my shoulders and guided me slowly towards a dark cell. I could not make sense of what was inside, but I could hear something slimy crawling about in the darkness. I was getting scared and anxious, wondering was this really going to be safe? She said that I'd be her fourth ever "Kwama Princess", the first child ever to be one, and then she pushed me forward, closing the door of the pod, locking me in.

So, there I was, naked, powerless, with all my magicka stripped away by these oppressive shackles, unable to do anything but watch as a monster approached me. It wasn't like any of the other Kwama I've ever seen before. It was a lot bigger and slower too, with tentacles emerging from many parts of its body like it was some kind of strange insectoid-octopus hybrid. Therana explained that it's a special kind of Kwama Queen, one that does not store its eggs inside its own body. Instead, it uses an ovipositor to lay its eggs into other hosts.

My intuition told me to escape and defend myself, but there was no escape from its clutches. Its tentacle-like limbs grabbed onto my ankles, and I fell to the ground mid-run. With my feet now suspended in the air, with me trying to kick myself free, getting back to my feet was impossible. Its head was squirming towards me, and it was aiming for my exposed quim.

Until that point, I was kind of under the impression that this all could be just a prank or a huge misunderstanding, but no, I was seriously gonna get raped by a damn insect, a mutant with slimy tentacles and everything.

It began by licking me. Its massive, toothless jaw clasped around my hip, locking itself in place, with its soft and slimy but warm membrane hugging against my skin. I tried to punch and push it away, but it was like I was hitting a cushion, incapable of doing any damage. Its tendril-like tongues ran across my vulva and everything in between, even my taint and my anus. Like, it was all over me, and it felt so surreal and unnatural. I called out to Therana, asking is this seriously happening?

"Yeah, but don't worry! Therana will make sure you'll come out safe and sound. Eventually."

I didn't like the sound of that "eventually", but my fear was turning into curiosity. I mean, I couldn't deny that those tendrils were making me feel amazing, even though it was a little disgusting and creepy at the same time. I had a hard time holding my voice in, so I just held my hand on top of my mouth in disbelief as I stared down. I couldn't even see what was happening due to my entire hip being submerged in its mouth, but I could feel it spreading my lips apart, trying to push in. When those tiny tendrils began pushing deeper, I just lost it. Those tendrils were coming inside me while stimulating my clitoris continuously. I tried to sway my hips from left to right, up and down, but I could not fight against the continuous, relentless assault. It was draining my strength away slowly but surely.

This bizarre tentacle worm attacked me with its tentacles once more, and it took my body, raising me to the air with my back turned towards it and my face towards Therana, who was watching the events unfold with a curious smile on her face. Holding me close to it with its limbs, it dropped my hip on top of its pulsating reproductive organ. I was in no position to resist, so I just had to take it and allow it into me. It began fucking me, pounding into me, while I was helpless to move my arms or my legs. I could feel my muscles responding to my brains, but no amount of power was going to free me from being raped. It was so damn strong and violent with its thrusts. Never had I ever even thought that I could be dominated like that.

Slimy, limp tentacles ran across my body, tickling my waist, touching my limbs, caressing my breasts, teasing my clit and my nipples, pushing to my butt, and even licking that spot. Each thrust felt more powerful than the last, and I could feel it growing. It's like it was opening up or something. I didn't know too much about insect anatomy at the time, but I knew since Therana said it was a mutated Queen, it was really gonna lay some eggs now. All of that fucking and thrusting had been just a show to soften and excite me up to be able to receive its gift of life.

Its ovipositor stood still while slowly, one by one, eggs were inserted into my womb, each one being the size of a chicken egg. Kwama eggs, of course, grow up to be much bigger, being able to weigh as much as two pounds, but that was the form they started at when I received them. I'm not even sure what to make of the feeling. It felt good, but not that intense. My waist could only accept so many while retaining its flat form, but it didn't stop it from injecting me with more of its unhatched babies. It was simultaneously interesting and terrifying to watch and feel my belly grow heavier as it filled up.

This was Therana's biggest test: she wanted to see how much would a child be able to hold. Of course, an adult would be more effective at this. She said it so herself, so this really was just an experiment for her.

The monster let me go, and I was left lying on my side, holding my stomach. I felt heavy and seriously groggy, and I could only get on my knees. No amount of trying was gonna help me get on my feet on my own. That's when the door opened. Therana and her slave approached me to save me from that jail, and she congratulated me on being such a brave and good girl. Hugging me from behind, she rubbed my inflated belly and assured me that it would not hurt at all. "A Kwama Princess does not experience pain during childbirth", she whispered. "All you will experience is pleasure…"

After that, I finally got to rest. I'm still naked, still in oppressive chains, and still a slave. She even marked my shoulder with her insignia to assert ownership over me, although I feel this tattoo isn't permanent. I hope it isn't… Surely a real tattoo would've hurt more. This felt more like some kind of sticky paper being put on me. Still, it's very much a part of my shoulder now, and I couldn't wash it off.

Yeah… That's what Felisa meant when she said I'll need a strong heart. Never did I ever think I would be tricked into being turned into a damn slave…

Still, at the same time, Therana provided me with nice quarters. Like, this is a really lovely room. Sure, the door is locked, and no stairs lead down from here either, meaning that I'd have to levitate anyway, but I've got a bed, a table, a bath, and some books too. There's also one of those Dwemer puzzle boxes on the shelf. Should I try to solve it? I could spend some time on it once I get bored. All my gear, my money, and other stuff and tools are here too, down to every last Septim and a piece of alchemical ingredient.

Now, all that's left is for me to wait for tomorrow. Therana says I'll be performing more experiments for her, and I'm not sure if I like the sound of that. Makes me wonder, when will she let me go? I wager this is just temporary… At least, I hope that is the case…

Frostfall, 15th, 3E 427

Yesterday Therana showed me that eggs were merely the beginning.

As it was going to take a while for the eggs to grow, and since she didn't want me to just sit idly by, she introduced me to another one of her test chambers. Since cross-species breeding is something she finds greatly exciting and hot, this was also meant for that purpose.

She explained they're just normal Kwama and went on to ramble about which way she should even go about making it possible for sentient races of Tamriel to breed with these creatures. Should the biology of us mortals be altered so our eggs could be fertilized by Kwama semen, or should the Kwama themselves be altered so that their semen would be compatible with us? What would it even take to reach each goal, and would the result even be the same kind of regular Kwama egg she so much likes? Yeah, in case you haven't been able to tell, she LOVES Kwama eggs, but not as food, never. Eating them is barbaric, according to her. She especially believes that the eggs that are the product of her experiment should never be brought to the dinner table. She doesn't seem like the kind of girl who's concerned about ethics, so I'm not sure what her reason is. Does she think it's unsexy or something? If so, I must say I agree with the sentiment. In fact, I'm not sure if I can ever look at Kwama egg the same again, much less eat one.

Regardless, she made it quite clear that she would not try to alter my genes, reproductive organs, or do anything like that, so I shouldn't worry about it. It could damage my market value as a slave or something. Well, that's reassuring to know…

Still, didn't help me from getting raped.

One thing I was wondering was why these Kwama even consider me a potential mating partner. Apparently, that's because of some pheromones that linger on my body, both inside and out. Being injected with their eggs, they mistakenly think I'm a female of their species, making them want to copulate with me according to their primitive beastly urges. This was put to the test as soon as Therana finally locked me inside that prison cell.

Sure enough, the Kwama were all over me. Giant worms and fully-grown armored Kwama workers surrounded me and violated me with their tentacles and penises. They weren't anywhere near as powerful as that mutated queen was yesterday, but their sheer numbers made any resistance impossible anyway. Besides, since there were much more of them, it also took a lot longer. They raped my pussy and my ass simultaneously for hours, filling me with copious amounts of semen. I was absolutely bursting at the seams with cum, covered by it inside out. I swear, I was in a trance. It was bizarre, it was disgusting, but it also felt so stimulating. Above everything else, it was tiring, and I must've passed out at some point.

When I finally woke up, I had been washed and brought back to work. I found myself in the cell with the mutated queen again. It wasn't approaching me though, and my belly was aching. It had grown a lot, and it felt like something was beginning to push itself out. I instinctively sat up on my knees with my legs spread open. My cunny was throbbing, I was so damn wet. I couldn't help but touch myself with both my hands. I played with my clit with my left hand and pushed my right middle finger into my vagina. I felt like I really could come at any time. My body forced me to push these invaders out from my body, and with my innermost muscles, I felt one slowly move outward. I actually laid an egg, and it made my entire body tremble with pleasure. The second and third followed not too far behind, and they forced me to climax. I may have been moaning and smiling, but I was crying too. I couldn't stop the tears from flowing. I had been violated in such an obscene manner, and I was feeling pleasure from it all. Just like Therana had promised me, there was no pain in childbirth for a "Kwama Princess".

Then, the mutated queen grabbed me. I hadn't even gotten rid of all the eggs when its tentacles coiled around my shaking and shivering body. I verbally begged for it to stop, begged for it to please wait, but my desperate plea soon turned into cries and moans of pleasure when that ovipositor was stuck deep into my cunny once again. It pounded me with it, bringing me to an immediate squirting orgasm. The smile, the tears, my wails… I must've been such a pathetic sight to see…

After forcing the next set of eggs into me, the queen retreated and made way for a tall, mutated Kwama warrior. Standing on its two tiny feet, it grabbed into my waist and my hands with its tentacles and hands, and it forced its massive cock into my pussy. It was just one assault after another, one extreme sensation followed by an even more extreme play. This alpha male thrust forward with reckless abandon while I faced my mistress sitting on a chair on the other side of the bars. She was naked, blushing, smiling, playing with that little cunny of hers. She was masturbating to the sight of me. Suffering or pleasure, I wasn't even sure what I was feeling, but she certainly was having a blast at my expense.

That giant male came inside me a total of five times before being satisfied, and my body yielded to his will thrice as many times. He left me alone, with me lying motionless on the ground, and Therana walked up to me, squatting down in front of me, urging me to look her in the eyes. My tired eyes met her psychotic smile and her unblinking, bright-red devilish eyes.

"How is your new life as a seedbed treating you, princess?" she asked me. "Is it fun? Are you enjoying it? Please, feel free to be honest with me, be honest with yourself too…"

If this little cunt enjoys this so much, why doesn't she just become a seedbed herself!? I would love to watch her whore herself out to these insects in my stead… This isn't what I fucking had in my mind when I came to this island…

I was then brought back to my room, where I fell asleep instantly after cleaning myself. Today she came to see how I was feeling and told me to enjoy my day and socialize with other slaves. She'd have work for me later. In return, I asked her, when am I getting out? She said I was free to leave anytime I wanted. Is she bullshitting me? I told her to remove the shackles so I could be on my way then, but she just giggled and sternly refused.

"You wearing the bracelets counts as consent for being Therana's slave", she explained. "Those are the rules. If you wanna leave, remove them yourself."

Well, shit…

As she suggested, I took the opportunity to socialize with others. I asked them for advice on how to leave this place, and they all just said the same thing: they don't know. Some have escaped this place before, but none who remain can give me any advice. "If I knew, I wouldn't be here anymore", was the standard answer to my query. One guessed that this is probably a riddle or a test by Therana to see how good we really are. She is, after all, a girl who enjoyed childish little games and even bets. She may be a crazy, perverted slaver, but that doesn't mean that she's entirely unfair.

One thing I noticed during my day here is that I'm not the only one with a puzzle box in her room… Could there maybe be a key hidden inside? I'm almost certain there's no key hidden anywhere else, but who knows… I have some free time here as well, so I'll have time to search for an answer.

For now, I think I'll have to just stay obedient. Not much else I can do. I suppose I could resist, but it's pointless. Therana is one of the greatest mages alive and capable of submitting me to her will at the snap of a finger, and those Kwama servants of hers are physically so much stronger than me too. I hope I'll make it out soon. No, scratch that. One way or another, I'll make it out of here.

Frostfall, 21st, 3E 427

Holy smokes, the key actually was inside the puzzle box. Took my pea-brains four days - yes, DAYS! - to figure out how that Dwemer contraption worked, but by Syrabane's guidance, I made it out!

I gathered my stuff, regained some of my strength, and jumped right out from the dungeon. I waltzed out unceremoniously, without telling anyone, and got to the harbor as soon as possible. As my luck would have it, the boat by the name Elf-Skerring was arriving soon on its way to Sadrith Mora, so I could hop on board for a cheap fee of twenty gold Septims, with a considerable membership discount for me being Telvanni Retainer. The shipmaster at the docks was kind of surprised to see a pregnant ten-year-old Altmer, but she didn't ask any questions. She just shed a single tear and said that she's sorry, saying that the world sure can be a cruel place.

I also got rid of the eggs on the trip, luckily in the peace of my own cabin and without stress. I'm now finally free from their burden.

Then, when morning rolled around, I woke up to the knock on my door telling me to bugger off so they could clean the cabin, as the ship was leaving for Castle Ebonheart soon. Luckily, I managed to clean most of my mess, and I had been able to get decent sleep too, so I could leave relatively quickly.

Felisa was surprised to see me, but she did not look at all upset. In fact, she said she was pleased to see me. She applauded me for a job well done and apologized for what had happened. "Therana instructed me to conceal the truth about what she needed you for. I should've told you, but at the same time, I was sure you'd make it. I'm glad I was correct." After that, she paid me with a grand total of two thousand drakes to my pockets and said that I'd more than earned a promotion as well. She, along with the rest of the Mouths, are more than happy to give me proper work instead of forcing me to run mundane errands around Sadrith Mora.

There are many high-paying jobs available, but since most of them are time-consuming and dangerous, and I'm looking to visit Balmora, I could only take on one. Mallam, who's the Mouth for the Archmagister himself, asked if I could travel to Gnisis to interview a Telvanni researcher who lives there in seclusion. The questions I'm supposed to ask him relate to Dwemer. Apparently, it doesn't even matter what his answers will be, as Mallam just wants me to "try" interviewing him. Weird request, but it should be easy enough! That also reminds me, the Archmage of the Mages Guild also was interested in the subject… It would be cool to actually get answers from an expert!

As for now… I'm so happy to return to Balmora. I've been away from my friends for three weeks now! I hope they're not too worried or anything. Caius probably has some work for me now. I hope he's not mad at me for being gone for so long.

PS, I'll keep to my promise of never ever eating another Kwama egg again.

• 9th Journal - Twin Lamps (By Karim / Kanna)