JoS/Kanna/19th Journal - The Laughing Vvardvark, pt. 1

Sun's Dawn, 23rd, 3E 428

(By Aliya)

Kanna and I split our possessions into three groups almost as soon as we woke up. Our wealth, our most valuable artifacts, and other riches we can't afford to lose, we left in the vault at the Dirty Muriel's Cornerclub. Small weapons, useful poisons and potions, some scrolls, and our diaries, we loaded into crates to be hidden with a Mazte shipment from Deshaan, set aside to be smuggled to Tel Aruhn the following morning. The rest we took with us to the port and hired a local gondolier to sail us to our destination. We literally only had some clothes, throw-away weapons and armor, two thousand or so drakes, and the work contract itself on us, all stuff we could afford to lose. Oh, and of course, we had a plan! And a major case of butterflies in our stomach, if we're being perfectly honest.

We made it to Tel Aruhn around noon, and as we approached Savile, she recognized me immediately. It had been just over two weeks since our last meeting, and fortunately for me, she had been holding onto Falura, the girl I'm supposed to purchase, for all this time. Sizing me up and looking at how little I was carrying with me, she correctly guessed I didn't have much money on me, which prompted the following discussion.

"Yeah, I just… haven't been making money… at all…" I said, spewing lies. I had been making bank, although admittedly, I still wouldn't have been able to afford Falura for the price Savile demands.

"My offer still stands", she reminded me, smiling eerily gently. It's like she was trying to hide a smirk, but I could also see that something else was nibbling at her attention, finally causing her to turn her gaze toward the bubbly black-haired, brown-skinned little girl. Her expression soured a little as she asked: "Who's this?"

"My name is Kanna Alhazred, muthsera", she sang sweetly, fidgetting nervously while twiddling her thumbs.

"Oh, I see how this is", Savile said, turning her attention toward me, hands crossed behind her back. "You wish to trade a slave for a slave. A prepubescent Redguard, huh? She's quite a gem, I must admit…"

"Oh, no, no, no, it's not like that", I said, practically throwing my hands in front of me to slow her down. "I can't lose her! She… we will both … w-work for…"

I couldn't even talk properly! Like, I pride myself in being a great talker, but the situation had turned me into a nervous wreck! And Kanna, that little bitch, just giggled while watching me squirm. Still, her carefree attitude helped me calm down, and to refocus on what I wanted to say. So, I took out the contract from my little carry bag, and started again. Or, at least, tried to.

"Like I said, haven't been making money, but I need this. This is really important, so much so that I… I-I'm even willing to… y-you know… a-and I read this, and…" I waved the contract a little, probably looking like an idiot, and forced a smile, despite my face blushing like a sunset on the clear-skied Gold Coast. "…I think the terms are acceptable! So, I think I will just… no, no… we will both sign it, and - "

"But why would she help you with this?" Savile asked, glaring at Kanna, looking clearly suspicious. "Who is she really? Why does she care?"

I was surprised, as I didn't expect her to object! I didn't have a response ready, so I began stammering and just blurted something out. "W-well, we're just friends, and we do everything together."

"Actually, we're more than just friends, Savile", Kanna said, narrowing her eyes ever-so-slightly without letting her smile wane for a second. "I owe her my freedom and my very life, and I'm happy to do this for her as a once-in-a-lifetime favor. Or what, am I not cute enough for your brothel, muthsera?"

"Well, you most certainly are…" Savile mumbled and took a brief pause. "But you certainly don't look as anxious as your little friend here…" Yeah, no kidding!

"I'm very well accustomed to sex work", Kanna continued.

"Really now?" Although I think Kanna's words shocked Savile a little, they ultimately convinced her. "Very well then. I won't turn away a little creature as cute as yourself if you're willing to work for me, so you can both follow me to my office. Let's finalize your contracts."

Everything was going exactly as we hoped for, but as we entered her office, a couple of guards ambushed us from behind, taking hold of our arms and pushing our faces to the floor. I instinctively began struggling, and Kanna tried with all her might to resist too, but the men were simply too strong for us, and had no trouble shackling us in steel.

As the bindings clicked in place, and the slave's bracers tightened inescapably around our wrists, I immediately realized this was it. This was Savile's way of turning us into sex slaves for real, and as much was expected to happen from the get-go, but we didn't anticipate it happening quite like this! Especially not so soon! We both expected contract tampering and deception, not brute force! Still, even though it threw a sledgehammer into our plans, devised by our expectations of what we thought would happen, Aryon's words resonated in my mind all the same: "Do as you're told, fight back a little, feign outrage, and don't let her get suspicious of you." Honestly, given how I was feeling and how hard my heart was pumping, I didn't even have to try that hard with my act.

Still trying to move my hands despite the man holding me helplessly down, I raised my voice, trying to sound as angry as possible. "What the fuck is this? What do you think you're doing?"

Savile seemed amused, and she chuckled. "Oh, I'm just gonna put you little whores to work", she said with a smirk. "So you two can start making me money."

"B-but what about our contract? What about - "

"There's no need for that. I've decided to not sell Falura to you."

"But we had a deal! You promised!"

Kanna chimed in too, honestly sounding even angrier than I did. "You dirty liar!" she screamed. "Bitch! Hag! Stupid litt-mmggh!"

The guard holding her down cut her off, pulling a wooden ball-gag over her mouth, tieing it up tight to ensure it wouldn't budge from behind her teeth. Meanwhile, the guard on my back did the same to me. I tried to resist to the very end, gritting my teeth and biting his fingers when he painfully pried my jaws open, but in the end, I couldn't stop him from gagging me, and restricting my speech to turn me into an incoherently mumbling mess.

Savile laughed cheerfully in the face of our plight and turned to chastise me. "Deal, you say? Oh, you innocent, slow-witted, useless little weakling. Have you learned nothing? This is what happens when you show weakness. You either get eliminated, or put in your place." She signaled the guard to raise me to my knees, and as soon as I was face to face with her, she stared me down with contempt in her eyes. "And for a girl who's lowly enough to demean herself to sex work… in House Telvanni, this is their place. This is your place."

She spat straight on my face, shocking me even more, and stood back up, glancing at Kanna next. "I'm not surprised to know a filthy desert animal like HER is a natural-born slave…" I could tell those words pierced Kanna's heart like needles, and she looked so hurt, but Savile wasn't done berating us yet. "And you… to think you take on the name of a mer. Disgraceful, truly shameful. Cheap little whores like you two are only good for slavery and deserve to be treated as such." Then, following that verbal lashing, she ordered the guards to take us both away. "Out of her sight", as she said it.

Throughout the short walk, I was too afraid to resist and fight back, but Kanna continued to struggle the whole way, even though it was pointless. She looked genuinely scared, panicked, and regretful of going down this path with me, and I couldn't blame her. I was frightened too, because this drastic turn of events was so much worse than what we had prepared for. We didn't even know what was gonna happen to us next!

Turned out that it was about to get even scarier for us. Whatever plans of reconnaissance and peacefully working under Savile's orders we had before now had to be thrown into the waste, because we were about to be sexually tortured.

We were taken to the underground prison, the dungeons right underneath the tower, and the guards dragged us into tiny slave pods, carved out of wood and tree-root to look like giant acorns with their barred doors open, both next to one another. They had strange-looking bondage chairs inside each of them, constructed from the same winding root, with a small but comfortable cushion for my butt, a long but narrow cushion for my back and my head, and two longer adjustable cushions for my thighs. They stripped us, robbed us of our belongings, and told us not to struggle lest we wanted to make this kind of punishment a daily occurrence. They then pulled a black cloth over my eyes, darkening my vision for the gang rape that was about to take place.

Leaning back against the backrest with my hands helplessly bound to it, and my legs forcefully spread wide and tied to the chair with rope, I couldn't move an inch, and I could tell that my exposed pussy was at the perfect height for a man to be standing in front of. The man who had arrested and tied me up was the first in line, and he grabbed hold of my groin, rubbing my quim and pushing against me hard, telling me that he had something for me that would make me wet for hours. He placed the neck of a bottle to my nose, and I swear, those noxious fumes smelled awful! Like some drunkard's smelly breath! I tried to turn my head and mumbled "no", but it didn't matter. One sniff was all it took for the drug to take effect. My heart started pounding faster, my whole body felt hot and sensitive, and I suddenly found difficulty catching my breath. My insides throbbed with excitement even without that man rubbing me anymore, my nipples felt diamond-hard and earned for a touch, and my pussy got so wet it was literally dripping little hot droplets to the slave pod's floor. Like, I don't know what that gaseous, aphrodisiacal drug was, but how it made me feel wasn't just simple horniness. It felt unnatural.

He couldn't wait anymore and took me standing up, plunging his fully erect cock into my wet folds with one strong clap and grabbing onto my waist as he started raping me so hard and fast that the whole chair swayed and creaked. Given how the drug had made me feel, having him finally rape me felt simultaneously maddening and relieving.

He went on and on about never having raped a slut as young as myself, and mocked me for getting as wet and horny as I did despite only being a child. He called me just another talentless, good-for-nothing pretty face who was never going to amount to anything anyway, and echoed Savile's words by saying I was right to be put in my place, and that I deserved to be enslaved. I'm not gonna lie, I took all that to heart because I knew there was truth to his mockery. I walked into this trap - on purpose, nonetheless - and knew from the beginning I would get fucked no matter what. But still, I had no idea it would be this bad!

With his waist slapping against my bare skin with each forceful thrust, he was manhandling me so roughly, and even though he was raping me, his cock had me at the edge of my climax from the get-go! And when I eventually came, I could only helplessly fight against the bindings and ties as I tried to toss and turn! I was shaking and shivering violently, and practically screamed into my gag, which just made him laugh. "Like music to my ears", he said. I swear, he had me in tears, and I couldn't help but start sobbing. Didn't matter because the last thing I was getting from him was mercy.

The way he pushed into me suddenly got even more violent. It's like he was trying to just slam his hips into me without any regard for how it felt for him, all while pulling and pushing my waist with his tight grip. But surprisingly, it didn't hurt. I was moaning like I was having air punched out of my lungs with every powerful thrust of his giant cock, and my little tits shook and bounced uncontrollably. My pussy felt like it was on fire, and with the pleasure ramping up, he brought me to yet another orgasm. I had barely recovered from the previous one, yet it rocked me just as intensely as the previous climax did. He laughed about how my orgasm soiled him, and how he never thought a little kid could be this horny, and I couldn't believe how I was feeling either! That drug had seriously messed me up, and no matter what, its effects weren't waning! Quite the opposite! Cumming only made it worse!

Hearing him moan at my expense and finally feel his throbbing cock finish inside, I felt relieved. Although the fire between my legs burned bright, and the ache of pleasure wouldn't go away even without his cock moving anymore, I felt like I could finally breathe normally. But that wasn't the end. This break was but a fleeting moment, and there was still a long storm to be weathered.

The next man came almost as soon as the previous one pulled out of me, with his hands and the tip of his penis getting to me. Soon, the whole shaft filled me all the way to the hilt, with his waist and balls slapping against my skin. Although he started relatively slow, he raped me hard from the start, moaning about how incredibly tight my slutty pussy was wrapping around his cock. It wasn't so much me he was complementing, but only my pussy, and my small, young, and underdeveloped pale figure.

As far as he and the rest of the men who followed were concerned, I wasn't even deserving of a name. I felt like an object. Tied helplessly to that chair, I was nothing but a toy, a tool for these men to empty their balls into, and deprived of my vision, I never even got to see their faces. Unknown, faceless men raped me one after another, each one just as rough-handed and violent as the previous one, and I wasn't allowed to take breaks. When one man pulled from me, another one always took place in ten to fifteen seconds.

And most absurdly of all, just as they all came right into my pussy, filling me with copious amounts of cum, I came from every single cock. Every - Single - One. Sometimes, I came multiple times from one cock, but not once could I go on without cumming at least once.

Just as I couldn't move my body, I couldn't fight back the back-to-back orgasms. They were utterly uncontrollable, and they just kept on coming, whether I wanted or not. Nothing I could do, even though I was getting sick of cumming. I was tired, drifting in and out of consciousness, but the drug also had a stimulating effect on my mind, and it kept me lucid through it all.

Talking was pointless, and no matter what sound I tried to make, everything sounded like moaning, but let it be known, I begged for them to stop. I tried to scream "no" so many times, but none of my attempts at speech even resembled spoken words. I desperately wanted it to stop, but all I got was more. More cocks, more orgasms, and eventually, more drugs. I felt that bottle on my nose again, and I was forced to inhale it, just as I was about to cum again. My pussy erupted with pleasure again, and I screamed into my gag, no longer even pretending to speak anymore.

I don't even know how long it took. Must've been hours. How many men had just raped me? Fifty? I don't even know, but that's what it felt like. All I know is that at the end of a long and exhausting road, there suddenly wasn't a new man to take the previous one's place. I'd been left alone, and I felt relieved.

I heard a couple of high heels tapping against the hard floor approaching me, and I guessed it must've been Savile. She pulled the gag from my mouth, finally allowing me to properly gasp for air, and asked if I had anything to say for myself. So, I apologized dearly. I said I didn't even know what I did to offend her so and begged for her forgiveness, just begging for her to please let me go, telling her I couldn't take this, that I didn't want to have sex anymore, and that I'd do anything else!

In response, she slapped my face hard, in the middle of a sentence nonetheless, and pulled the gag back on my face. "You wanted to become a whore, so you'll get fucked as many times as I tell you to", she said and walked away from me. "Open the door", she continued, "and let them in!" I didn't know what she meant, but I suspected it wouldn't be anything good.

Chatter and commotion filled the room, with a bunch of men speaking with hushed tones. I could hear gasps of both shock and amazement, and while I couldn't quite make out what most of them were saying, I did hear some simple words and sentences such as, "Oh my", "How young", and "So tiny", but the sentence that stuck out to me the most was: "I wonder what they did to deserve this."

Then, Savile spoke again, addressing the faceless crowd gathered to gawk at our disgraced selves. "Come forth and witness this pair of young, willing whores, my newest full-time employees, only nine and ten years old. Starting tomorrow, you can enjoy their services daily at the Laughing Vvardvark, but for this night only, I've got something special for you." She then approached me again and grabbed a fistful of my hair. I could tell she was speaking straight at me when she continued. "These girls have been naughty and must be punished, and you, fine gentlemen, can help discipline these sluts by fucking them back to shape."

My heart sank. I was too damn emotionally exhausted to even protest, not that it would've even mattered if I did. Nothing could be done, and since the prison was packed for a busy Loredas night, I knew the gangrape was still far from over. To explain further, she walked up to Kanna next and did something to her, but I'm not sure what. "For a low-low price of five Septims, you can have your way with these little ladies, and even finish inside. That's a price less than a bottle of Mazte to cum inside an underage girl, gentlemen. You can not find a deal so sweet ANYWHERE on Tamriel! So gather up! Line up! One at a time! Everyone will get their turn!"

That's how it went down. Countless more men came for us and used us for a laughably low price, with Savile pocketing every single Septim of profit earned at our expense. Every stinking man in that prison must've fucked both of us at least once. Some of them definitely took multiple rounds. Just like before, I had no idea how long it took, as the whole experience was nothing but a rapturous, orgasmic blur. Moreover, with the drug's effects still coursing in my veins, I continued to stay both aware and awake, and was forced to experience more and more involuntary orgasms from all of their cocks.

Eventually, the drug's effects started to wane. It must've gotten late too, as there wasn't as much chatter in the room anymore. I even remember hearing Savile say, "These two have had enough for today", but at that point, I was already half-unconscious and drifting away from it all. Still, knowing I would finally be allowed to rest, I felt relieved. It was finally over.

Needless to say, that was a full day of humiliating torture, and everything regarding our initial plans had gone to the shitter… but I wouldn't be writing this if something didn't go our way in the end.

Sun's Dawn, 24th, 3E 428

(By Kanna)

Aliya and I woke up in each other's arms, having been carried to our new cramped home following the last night's brutal gangrape. We were still naked and deprived of all our possessions, still shackled in the same chains, and now we also had new sturdy iron collars around our necks, complete with several small metal rings welded together to form a start of a short chain. As for the room, it was a pretty okay-looking prison cell all things considered, with a small bed, a closet, a table with a single chair, and even a private powder room! But it was still a prison, and locked behind bars, the only one who could get us out of that mess was our new owner, the slave mistress of Tel Aruhn herself.

Savile was the one who coincidentally woke us up. In short, she said that while yesterday was something that we definitely deserved for being filthy whores, it was, above everything else, meant to serve as a warning not to disobey her. While she will punish and discipline her slaves when she feels it is necessary, she doesn't enjoy doing that stuff just for the heck of it, and as long as we continue to do right by her, and make her a lot of money inside the Laughing Vvardvark, her slave brothel, we don't have to worry about anything like yesterday happening ever again.

Aliya couldn't bring herself to reply verbally, but she did eventually give Savile a quick nod. It definitely wasn't what Savile wanted, but she decided to let her off the hook. "I expect you to start your work with a smile on your face later today", she said with the fakest smile I've ever seen. "If you can't manage that, you're going straight to the torturer's chamber for the evening to learn some manners. Understood, whore?"

Aliya hung her head, clearly holding back her tears as she forced herself to smile and apologize.

This finally satisfied Savile, but then, she turned her attention to me. She also demanded an answer from me, and while I tried my damnest to smile and look happy, I just couldn't hide my frown as I responded, "I understand, muthsera." Savile didn't take offense to my lack of enthusiasm, but I could tell she wasn't too happy either. Regardless, she took her leave, saying we had six more hours until work. "So clean up, rest a little, and straighten your attitudes", were her parting words.

As soon as Savile left us alone, Aliya finally broke down crying, apologizing for getting me into this mess with her. She said she should've just gone alone, let me help and assist her from the sidelines, and blamed herself for everything. I tried to calm her down, but she wasn't listening, even when I said that I agreed to this too, and took part of the blame on myself. "Besides, I'm sure this is nothing but a temporary setback", I said. "So cheer up, okay? We'll get help for sure. Seriously, babe. And when we do, we'll screw HER over. She'll regret underestimating us…"

While I managed to calm her down a little, she clearly didn't share my optimism. She said there's no hope of escape, believing this to be too difficult of a task for us to overcome by ourselves, but I reminded her that we're not alone. Aryon and his allies will help us! We should trust him! Having finally stopped crying completely, she nodded and said, "I hope you're right", after which she fell completely quiet for a while.

Regardless, I kept comforting her for the next half an hour or so, giving her the care and support she needed while holding her, stroking her hair, letting her use me as her pillow, and trying to make her feel as comfortable and loved as possible. I wanted to mend her broken heart and be the light at the end of the tunnel for her! In that sense, I'm glad I followed her along with this insanity, so I can at least share this experience with her.

And maybe, just maybe… I needed a bit of her emotional support as well…

Following our moment of quiet solitude, we were interrupted by a young adult, a redheaded Dunmer man. He brought us a fresh set of clothes to wear to work - two pairs of grey linen tanks coupled with miniskirts - and a generous plate of food with plenty of drink, and given how hungry we were, having skipped all meals except breakfast yesterday, we practically jumped on our food! Aliya barely even noticed there was something hidden in her bowl of rice. It was a letter, which read:

"Hello, ladies. My name's Edd Theman, but you can call me Fast Eddie. I'm a friend, I know why you're here, and I'm your man on the inside. I'm here to help you in any way I can, but best we don't talk too much. Not unless we have to. As you may have already noticed, I've also provided you with the keys to your bracers and the prison door, but don't let yourselves get caught outside the cell or with your iron off. If you do, we'll all be fucked, or worse. Lastly, I have also received your smuggled stuff from Big Helende, and while I can't give them to you right now, I will deliver them to your cell as soon as possible, hopefully later this evening while you two are working. Good luck!"

"P.S. Don't worry about having your stuff found out while you work. I'm in charge of keeping the prison clean, so nobody besides me will have access to your cell."

The light and optimism returned to Aliya's face as she announced she knew this man! Although they have never actually met before, this guy supposedly was a good friend of Caius Cosades! Oh, and yes! We DID find the keys! We immediately tried if they worked, and sure enough, as soon as we got the bracers out, we could feel the magic return to our fingertips! And the key to the door works too! This is great!

And sorry for getting ahead of myself, but just like he promised, we found our precious gear in the closet following our workday! With our diaries too! Otherwise, we wouldn't be writing! Duh! Still, big yay for that! Helps fill the tedious hours when we're locked in our cells with nothing else to do!

Still, like Eddie's letter here says, we can't afford to slip. Not now. No way we can let anyone see us with stuff we're not supposed to have.

Not sure how our future will play out long-term, but needless to say, this is where the real job given to Aliya by Aryon begins, and this is also where the fun begins for both of us. Yeah, fun! Call me crazy, but I don't care how badly I got raped yesterday! My psyche ain't frail enough to break that easily! All yesterday did was make this mission all the more fun for me! It'll make our payback more delicious, and just because the situation seems hopeless for us currently, just because I'm a slave again… I'm still gonna have loads of fucking fun! Savile wants me to provide top-class service to the men visiting her brothel? Well, count me the fuck in… I'm gonna put on the best customer service smile and be the happiest little nine-year-old whore in this isolated corner of Tamriel…

We'll have our hands full with work for sure, but we've got to be patient! Between serving our clients, we'll have plenty of time for reconnaissance, as there's simply NO WAY Savile knows what we have planned. In her eyes, we really are just a pair of hopeless, helpless little sex slaves, and better if it stays that way for as long as possible…

With all that said, it was time to actually get to work! What kind of commitment does Savile expect from us in specific? Here's a short summary of everything we learned before starting our first day of work:

We're expected to be on-site inside the Laughing Vvardvark every day from Morndas to Sundas, from six in the evening until four in the morning. We're meant to serve, entertain, and dance for the clients present, and to both give and accept physical contact freely. Intimacy is always free on the menu! These clients may purchase us for private sessions, and when they do, we must have sex. That's all very simple and basic "Gentleman's Club" stuff, except for the part where we don't actually get paid, or receive bonuses. No recognition for a job well done, just punishment for not being able to meet our quota.

End of Current Content(Lies! The 20th journal, "Strange Bedfellows", written by my beloved big brother, already has some content written.)