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 beside me. 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 screwing us over and 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, tying 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. "But 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 yearned to be touched, 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, 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 out of me, another always took his 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, cried uncontrollably at 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 me 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 either one of 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 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 the 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 room 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 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 my chest as a 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 our collars and 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. The collars and the bracers must stay locked tight, and 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… that's not gonna stop me from having 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 this isolated corner of Tamriel has seen in a long time…

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.

"And don't forget", Savile began, giving us our final instructions for the day to come. "I expect you two to see serving my wonderful clients and tending to their sexual needs as a privilege. Regardless of what they want of you, ask of you, or do to you, your answer must always be a resounding "Yes", even if they do something they're not supposed to, like break the house rules. Guards will take care of problem customers, not you. So, represent me well. As my sex slaves, "No" is NOT allowed to be part of your vocabulary. Understood?"

Aliya and I both nodded with fake enthusiasm, addressed her properly as "Muthsera" to show our respect toward our temporary mistress, and then, as the doors finally opened, we got busy inside the brothel.

Our day of debauchery started with a generous huff of "Hag's Breath", which is precisely what it sounds like. Oh, how sorry I feel for anyone who has to enjoy this drug from its "source"! Also explains the bad smell! It's the same aphrodisiacal drug we were forced to breathe on our first night, but this bottle's contents had probably been diluted significantly. Sure, it made me wet and horny after just one sniff, but not like, "If I don't get fucked hard immediately I'll go crazy" kinda wet and horny. It was more like a moody and mellow, "Sure would be nice to have a cock inside of me" kinda wet and horny.

Aliya took the stage at the bar to dance a little, presumably hoping men would come to her, while I took on the role of a server, or rather, a "hostess", and decided to pick my own customers myself. I sat down with a group of four Nords waiting to be served, a father and his three adult sons, who all recognized me. It felt a little weird to have them talk highly of me, considering I had no bloody clue who all those men fucking me yesterday were, but these four were amongst the later arrivals.

After they introduced themselves as the "Storm-Splitter" family, the patriarch of this Nordic entourage from Winterhold showed concern for me, wondering if I had recovered from my cruel punishment and if I was okay. "Of course", I answered without hesitation and giggled as I sat beside him. "I deserved punishment for being a bad girl", I whispered, getting real intimate with this big, hairy bear, who looked absolutely infatuated with me. "But I learned my lesson, and I'm fine now." Feeling like I could squeeze some money out of him right this instant, I changed the subject and asked him: "Now, would you like anything to drink?"

While the big young boys were laughing and practically singing about sampling the local mead, the father was thirsty for a different kind of honey, or should I say, hungry for some sweet, delicious chocolate. As I leaned on his lap, practically pushing myself onto him, his large hand groped my ass as the other grabbed hold of the chain on my collar, pulling on it hard. That was considered a sign of purchase, and as soon as the nearest brown-hat guard came to the table, the Nord completed the transaction to ensure that for the next sixty minutes, I would belong to him. He took me to the room he had rented post-haste, leaving his sons to enjoy their drinks alone.

As soon as the door closed, I was out of my clothes, with my flat chest and wet, bald cunny bare for him to lay his eyes on. Unable to resist my allure, he pulled me onto his lap, both hands caressing my butt as I threw my arms over his shoulders and around his neck, allowing him to tongue my mouth as his fingers reached for my pussy. My gut told me he was an honest-to-god pedophile, so as his breath filled my brain with warmth, I fed him honeyed words through my puckered lips, telling him exactly how young I am, making this old man get even huffier in the process. Then, after learning my name, he decided that since I was young enough to be his granddaughter, I should call him "Grandpa". Naturally, I decided to roll with it and played the part of the happy and fun-loving little granddaughter to the best of my abilities.

He had a slightly different idea, and questioned if I had really learned my lesson, since the nine-year-old little Kanna was still acting too naughty for Grandpa's liking. I only caught a glimpse of his rock-hard boner before he yanked me by the collar, holding the chain tightly inside his fist, and pushed me on my fours while he reckoned that I still hadn't gotten what I deserved.

I teasingly begged for mercy and for him to go easy on me, all in the spirit of the play, but my high-pitch, shaky voice couldn't hide my true feelings. The drug, the foreplay, and the sight of his erection had only made me wetter and hornier, and I could barely contain my excitement as his huge and mean Nord cock started poking me! And then, I lost all rhyme and reason as he finally breached me, filling me up with a clap of his hip against my buttocks, with his hand still pulling on the leash to keep my face up! He didn't even care about moving at first, as he just pushed it in as hard as he could, all while groaning about how tight I was!

Oh, but he did start soon enough, and he fucked me HARD! All while boasting about how the mighty Lofgeir Storm-Splitter, the Grandmaster of Destruction in the College of Winterhold, was going to destroy my nine-year-old pussy by splitting it in half with his cock! Yes, seriously, he was THAT corny, but I didn't care! If anything, his boasting only made me want to see what he got even more! But still, he's a mage, huh? I guess appearances can be deceiving…

I'm not sure if it was the drug or what, but the way he treated me like a piece of meat made me feel so excited and alive. I moaned for my Grandpa to fuck me, ruin me, destroy me, and completely make me his own, and he gave me exactly what I wanted. He held my neck by the chain as the collar dug against my windpipe so hard I could barely reach the bedsheets with my fingertips, all while pounding me relentlessly in a perfect rhythm. My god, I came so hard, practically being choked! All while he used me, punished me, and fucking raped me! Well, not really… but that's how he probably saw that situation!

Still, with the way he was going at it, his cock didn't last for long. It certainly outlasted me, but the intercourse ended on his terms, with him burying his dick deep as it was ever going to reach to unleash its contents into my young pussy. He was also louder than most adults usually are, letting out a wild moan as he finally came, going on and on about how happy fucking my little cunny made him, and how he was so glad he bought me.

My heart was going crazy, and I was having difficulty catching my breath, but I could only breathe freely for a moment. I knew he was up to something since he wasn't loosening the hold on my chained collar, and he proved me right as he slowly dragged his cock out of me, enjoying every inch of my vagina on the way out, only to slam it back in deep. He laughed and roared something about the "Mara's Incense" being amazing and about never having felt so young and full of energy before, and reminded me that we had only just begun. I wasn't even sure what he meant, but there indeed was an incense burning next to the bed on a small nightstand. I have to assume it was another kind of aphrodisiac, not that I would've been able to tell. I was so damn horny to begin with, even without some incense filling my brains with sweetly-scented smoke!

Still, given my experience with old geezers, I didn't expect him to be able to continue! Yet, there he was, plowing into me like he had never come just a minute ago! He was insatiable! And he was loud too, but that much was to be expected, given his cock must've been feeling extra-sensitive following his ejaculation. "I'm so glad I came here!" he practically cried, still fucking me silly. "Ooooh, you're only nine! You should be outside playing with the other kids like a normal girl, not fucking old men like some whore! Yet here you are! Getting raped, and loving it!"

It's clear he expected me to respond to him, but given how he had fucked my brains into mush, so much so that I couldn't even stop drooling while being choked by the collar, I could only beg him for more and proclaim my love for his thick adult cock. Even when he asked me if this really was what I wanted in life - to be a prisoner, a sex slave, and to be forced into having sex with old men every day - I could only scream yes. I feel so good when men lust over me and force themselves on me! It makes me feel loved, cute, and sexy! I love being used! Nothing makes me happier! …Well, that's not entirely true, as there's much more to life than just sex, and many other kinds of sex make me feel good too… but that's the message I wanted to send him! That's what I wanted him to believe!

He finally let go of my collar fully to lay his hands on my waist, and continued to ravage me as hard as he could. Coincidentally, at the same time, the door burst open behind my back, making me instinctively cover my mouth up. I couldn't stop myself from making noise, but I did manage to replace my open-jawed moaning with muffled, high-pitch mumbling. While my Nordic Granpa didn't take offense to that, he laughed and told me to let my voice echo loud, for he wanted the whole brothel to know what kind of a girl I was. A few seconds before the guests closed the door, I made sure to obey him and even apologized for being bad.

It was his sons who had entered the room, and they were amused by the situation. They wanted a piece of me as well, but Lofgeir wasn't letting go of me until he was done. Luckily for the three young adults, he was on the last stretch, and honestly, so was I. The build-up to my climax was so intense I couldn't even lean on my elbows, so I just laid down with my chest rubbing against the sheets, moaning "Yes" all the way through. Then, I finally came with all the explosive power my little self could muster, all while he squeezed my hip tighter and practically pulled me toward his cock with every thrust.

He wasn't too far behind either, with his cock finally pulsing and throbbing joyfully to unload even more pearly cum into me. My own orgasm hadn't even subsided yet, and I swear, as good as being pounded through an orgasm feels, being cummed inside during one feels indescribably better. As short a pleasure as it might be, it's a sensation like no other, and a kind of high I wish I could feel every time I have sex.

This time, he pulled out for real, but instead of handing me over for his sons, he wanted to assert dominance over me a little bit more. Grabbing me by the slave collar, he raised me to my knees, and turned me over to face him and his cock. He was still as rock-hard as he was a minute ago, just a little out of breath given how rough he had been for the past… fifteen minutes? Twenty? I don't even know. It felt like a long time, but we still weren't even halfway through.

He combed my hair by running his fingers through it, and pulled me closer to his groin, calling me a lovely little thing. His cock stood up, pointing at my face, and I couldn't stop grinning. Like, all that semen from his first cumshot had, sort of like, "foamed" all over the shaft when he fucked me through the second round, and I'm not gonna lie, the stench of his semen-covered erection had me enamored. I was having a hard time holding myself back, so I rolled my tongue out in anticipation of what was about to come while he poked it at my face, warning me to not lick it until given permission.

Our eyes locked, and he gave me another order. "Show me how much you want it, little Kanna. Beg for it. Beg for your Grandpa's cock."

Without breaking eye contact, I did as I was told. "Please, Granpa… allow me to… suck your cock… pretty please?" My voice was genuinely shaking, all because of how loud he had made me scream with that thing just a minute ago. "I… I wanna make you feel even better, Grandpa! Please, let me - "

Before I could finish, he put his glans on my lips, grabbing me by my hair and pulling me closer. I did my best to hide my teeth behind my lips in time, and let my mouth glide along his stinky shaft, making sure to give him all the love I could by clenching my cheeks and tasting him with my tongue's whole surface. He got way deeper than I expected on the first thrust, practically shoving his cock down my esophagus and forcing me to realign my body a little bit to accommodate him.

Meanwhile, he let out an exhale of pure pleasure and called my mouth incredible. Then, I sucked him while he pulled out a little, gasping and groaning all the way through, and that set him off properly. He actually couldn't believe how hard I was sucking him! "Oooh, Savile sure trains her slaves well!" he said, mouth-fucking me with gentle and shallow, calculated strokes. I could finally breathe and even mumble with relief as the going got easier. "I didn't believe it was possible for a nine-year-old to be this damn hungry for filthy, adult cock!" he continued.

I don't think his sons expected me to be as much into this as I was either, and sensing my eagerness, the oldest of them got tired of waiting. He got on the bed behind me, and groped my flat chest, saying I reminded him of his daughter's friend, another little nine-year-old Redguard girl. I quite honestly found the idea of him having a daughter my age hot, and while I sucked his father off, I rubbed my butt against him, almost as if daring him to make his indecent fantasies a reality. Sure enough, he sat down with his legs spread and guided my ass toward him, making me take it all inside. He could thrust a little, but given how he was slapping me, he wanted me to do the heavy lifting. On my knees, riding him fortunately was effortless for me.

While Lofgeir mostly let me work by myself, amused by how happily I was sucking him off, he still held me by my hair, being overall very forceful and assertive over me, but the oldest son was nothing like that. He touched me, reaching around my waist to expose and tap my excited clitoris, and still rubbed my chest to give my nipples some love too, but that's all it was. Touching. He didn't try to grab me or force me into doing him harder, and instead let me go completely at my own pace. Granted, my pace was hard, and I was feeling extra frisky surrounded by four big, muscular men and their eager cocks, but it was a nice change of pace regardless. His cock even managed to make me cum quickly, and let me just tell you, I was genuinely having the time of my life! They may have seen me as a slave and rape-meat, but who cares? All that mattered to me was that I was feeling incredible and was the center of their undivided attention!

Thanks to my skill and efforts, Lofgeir came one final time, filling my cheeks with copious amounts of Nord cum, and surprisingly, he was even more worked up and out of breath than he had been just fucking my pussy. He actually admitted that the incense might've been too much for him because even though his cock could keep on standing tall, his heart definitely couldn't keep up, not that it mattered to me. Even though one old man had dropped out of the play, I still had three lovely pedophiles lusting and fawning over me and wanting to keep on fucking me! And two of them hadn't even had their chance yet!

The oldest son then raised his knees and hip a bit, by proxy also raising me up with him. He also asked his younger brothers to hand me a bottle of Shein - a locally brewed Comberry wine - meant to wash my palate clean from his father's cum. I expected it to taste awful like the harder Dunmer liqueurs do, but it was actually tasty and so, so sweet! Still had a bitter aftertaste, and it isn't something I would ever want to drink for its taste, but it must've had its desired effect since the oldest son then pulled me into his arms and kissed me. He asked me to stick my tongue out, and he got real busy with it, all while he finally started thrusting into me. He was beginning to be a lot more forceful, but that was alright by me.

He started thrusting and slapping into me harder after that, so hard in fact that my knees lifted up from the sheets! I could barely keep on pushing back anymore, let alone pull away from his thrusts! He groaned about wanting to cum so bad, and toyed with me until the very end, making me cum yet again! I made my pleasure known, begging him to fill me up. He even called me Keisha, which must've been that little girl's name he compared me to earlier, but I didn't mind. I was just happy I could help him fulfill one of his fantasies, and help him pretend he could've boned his daughter's little friend instead.

Didn't take long for the pleasure to take over him, and for him to push me off the sheets completely as he lifted me up, feeding my pussy more cum. I just leaned back on his shoulder and moaned with my tongue still out, and closed my eyes. He kissed me one final time and actually thanked me, whispering he felt sorry for me. He even said, "I wish I could save you from this place and take you home with me", which made my heart flutter, but all I could do was smile in reply and thank him back for his kind words and thoughts.

Finally, the youngest two got their turn with me, which is the last thing I'll write about. Otherwise, I'd be here forever writing about how they fucked me in several more different positions! And yeah, it definitely took more than one hour, so I'm guessing Lofgeir must've dropped another payment for his sons to keep using me into hour two, maybe even hour three. Not sure, but man, did time fly! All this was more than okay by me, as they were as great customers as I ever had hoped for! Also saved me from the trouble of having to hook up again right away!

Still, those two had an exciting plan ready for me, which included displacing the incense onto the floor, placing a blanket over the table to make it a bit softer, and then laying me on it. The surface wasn't large enough for me to lie comfortably on, but since it was wide enough for my back and tall enough for the boys to take me standing up, it was more than sufficient for the act they had in mind.

As became apparent to me listening to their discussion on the sidelines, the guy pushing himself onto me from the front was called Ville, while the other one, staring me down right above my face, was called Veli. I think they might've been twins? Anyway, for some reason, Ville wanted me to push my legs closed, keep my knees together, and cover up my chest, all in the name of some faux modesty. Then, after I complied, they both began joking about it, and about how acting all shy and embarrassed made me look so adorable. "Makes you look so much cuter", Ville said as he grabbed the backs of my knees, pushing them toward my chest. "Come on, fight back a little, you slut!"

I was a bit confused, but also thoroughly amused, so I complied again, trying to keep my legs shut wide. Obviously, he just had to forcefully spread my legs open, and I never stood a chance! I was never gonna win! Still, I kicked and twisted around for a little while, all in the spirit of the fun, and giggled a little.

"Oooh, it's like she's not even trying!" Ville roared, shoving himself between my legs, and rested his cock on my stomach. "She's such a naughty little pirate."

"Oh yes, she is", Veli said, grabbing me by my wrists and exposing my chest. "What do you have to say for yourself, you little thief?"

At this point, I was only amused and was feeling particularly playful. "Oh no, I've been captured by a pair of Nord barbarians", I said, holding back my giggles as I continued to feign resistance, with my gaze squarely focused on the one-eyed snake on my belly. "Please show mercy!"

"Barbarians!?" Veli asked, clearly feigning outrage, and laughed out loud. "That's a tall word… for the famous Cum Pirate of Stros M'Kai!"

"Let's punish the nasty cum pirate by raping her", Ville announced, playing slip-and-slide with my slit as he rubbed his glans across it. It was also my cue to try and stay as still as possible, to make it easier for him to "rape" me.

"Eyes up here", Veli said, suddenly placing his hand on my neck, and pulling my chin up. He then slapped his cock on my forehead a couple of times, and told me to open wide. "Suck me like you sucked my father, little cum pirate", he added.

As Ville took the opportunity to insert into me and to hold me down by my waist, I gasped out of pleasure and allowed Veli to shove his cock between my lips before I could even mentally prepare for it! Like, I'm no stranger to getting spit-roasted by men, but this was so different from all the other times! I was on my back, the whole room was upside down, and his balls, which I'm not too used to staring at, were now right on top of my face! Couldn't even hope to see what Ville was up to! …Well, besides being balls-deep up to my pussy… but you get the point!

They both wanted to thrust into me, but only Ville could do so without any regard for my own comfort or enjoyment. Coincidentally, that's what brought me the most enjoyment! No doubt Veli would've wanted to be just as rough as his twin brother was, but he actually had my safety and well-being to consider, at least to a point. It's clear he was being a bit too bold with testing how much I could take, and they even brought it up as a topic of conversation. Ville groaned about how I was tightening so nicely while being choked, while Veli couldn't believe I could take it in so deep without gagging! Granted, I genuinely couldn't breathe for a while with how hard he was violating my mouth! All while my pussy was building up for an explosive orgasm! Had it not been for their older brother to slow the twins down, they might've made me pass out midst my wet climax!

Still, being the good slave that I was, I started sucking him off as soon as I was allowed to gather my composure and breathe, and gained a compliment for it. "Father wasn't kidding when she said this kid's hunger for adult semen is insatiable", Veli said, with my cheeks full of his cock. I could tell he wouldn't last long with me, and was proven right when he suddenly pulled out of me, jerking off and spraying my upper body with his jizz. As much as I love to swallow, being robbed of his taste wasn't really a shame, as being covered in cum can be quite a lot of fun too!

Left alone and face-to-face with Ville, the last man standing, I finally got to enjoy the sight of a handsome, muscular man towering above me, and he admitted to loving what he was seeing too. He called my smile enchanting and mysterious, certainly not the kind one would expect from a girl as young as myself, but an adorable sight nonetheless. Yet, the thing he was loving the most was the sight of my cum-covered chest, which he called erotic. He absolutely adored seeing the contrasting colors of pearly white semen blasted across my flat, brown, nine-year-old chest, and I've got to admit, that's certainly something I enjoy seeing as well. I think he generally took pleasure in fucking a little girl of another race, and wanted to enjoy the sight of semen covering other parts of my body as well.

Personally, I wanted it inside, and in the heat of the moment, I loudly begged him for a creampie. I know I shouldn't have since the customer is always king, but I was so lost in pleasure I couldn't help myself! He was fortunately cool about it and laughed about probably not being able to pull out in time anyway, all while going into me even harder! This was clearly his final rush to the end, and I knew my own climax was right behind a corner too! I kept begging him to keep on going, keep on fucking me, and keep on raping me because oh my gosh, all I wanted was to cum from his cock!

Not only did he fulfill my deepest desires and satisfy my primal need to cum yet again, but he also granted me my wish and followed my selfish request to finish inside. He allowed me to feel his cock throb inside of me momentarily, but decided to settle for half-and-half in the end, pulling out to cover my belly, pubic area, and vulva with his semen too. I mean, of course he did, because that hopeless pedophile just had to get his way with me and bask in the sight of a prepubescent black girl covered in his cum. Oh, but I wasn't mad. I love it when people smile at me and find me hot and sexy, and if that's what he wanted, and what made him enjoy looking at me even more… how could I ever say no? I just smiled back.

Still, they couldn't keep going forever. As I said, they eventually let me go and left the Laughing Vvardvark, also leaving a generous tip behind for my exemplary service. Hoping they'll stay here in Tel Aruhn for long, as I sure would LOVE to serve them again!

After that bit of wonderful fun, I was given fifteen minutes to clean up, relax, and rehydrate. Wish I could've gotten a little longer break than that, but like Savile said… I'm not just a sex slave. I must be happy to be a sex slave. Serving her clients is an honor and a privilege, and because of that, I got back to work the moment she ordered me to.

Sadly, I didn't have as much fun with the following customers, but that's not to say it was miserable or anything. They all made me feel good, and that's all I could ask for. I had a very fun and fulfilling day! Hopefully, the following days will prove just as enjoyable!

• 20th Journal - The Laughing Vvardvark, pt. 2 (By Aliya)