JoS/Henriette/19th Journal - Odd Jobs

Frostfall, 14th, 4E 202

So, I haven't done much of anything lately, not anything worth writing about anyway… Nothing of note has happened. I've been trying to keep low profile, all that boring stuff… But sometimes boring is good. Boring is peaceful. Me and the girls have been able to relax and have our peace. The injury I suffered at the hand of Mercer ended up being a little worse than I initially expected, so this peace and quiet really helped me heal.

I've been at full strength for about a week now, but before I can properly return to my adventures, I've got a little job ahead of me. I'm currently heading towards Solitude for work… I wasn't planning on writing about this either, but something else happened.

There's this tower on the road that leads east from Whiterun, and I pretty often walk past it. It's pretty much the first real building I come across if I want to travel towards Whiterun. Bandits love it for some reason, but I don't care. They rarely bother me. They seem to have come up with a new tactic to extort money from travelers by demanding a toll.

It pretty quickly became apparent to me that trying to weasel my way away from paying would be dumb. I could count at least twelve of them, and they had the high ground too. Choosing to fight them would've been too risky. However, I quickly realized that I didn't have a single Septim on me. I mean, I don't travel with a lot of money either way because it's too risky, but I should've had at least three hundred on me. Did I forget to pack my money?

So, yeah… I had to offer them something else. It may have been incredibly stupid, but I wasn't really thinking rationally… It's a good thing my body was a valid payment method.

They demanded a payment of, what was it… Two hundred Drakes? I know what men usually pay for these kinds of services in those Skooma dens, or even in some sultry taverns… I'm pretty sure they fucked me for more than two hundred's worth! I didn't protest it out loud or anything, I felt like it would've just made the situation worse… Or maybe it wouldn't have even mattered, I don't know… I'm not even sure anymore.

It was an exhilarating experience, especially when you consider that I essentially let myself willingly for these people's mercy. Throughout the whole ordeal of being pounded, tied up, gagged by cloth, or being forced to suck them off, the possibility of them actually not willing to let go of me was constantly on my mind… But did I have a choice? Had I chosen to fight them from the beginning… Who knows what they would've done. They joked about throwing some of their prisoners in a cave full of horny trolls nearby, after robbing all their belongings of course. Yes, they said horny, but I think they also meant hungry, as they told about how they all must've been eaten alive.

They joked about keeping me as their little bitch as well, but in the end, they were all just jokes, because they did let me go. Maybe it was a sign of good will, maybe they just don't care about having captives, maybe they can't afford to feed a little brat, maybe they have morals… Whatever, what's done is done. They were pretty chill for a bunch of Bandits. Maybe there's some truth to what that one particular moron I once met was saying. Maybe some of these guys are bandits just because they have no other choice? I mean, I never chose to become a Vampire either, so…

Whatever, it was great sex, and that's all that matters in the end.

Considering that I travel this road very often, I may have to pay them again in the future. For now though, I think I need some rest. I'll be staying at the Bannered Mare in Whiterun. It's a good thing that I have somehow managed to better my reputation here in this hold, because there's no way I would be able to sleep here alone otherwise.

Frostfall, 20th, 4E 202

My master didn't have much of anything special in store for me. Maybe he was having a good week or something, but he didn't put me through a lot of harsh, humiliating stuff like he usually does. It was just one night of entertaining guardsmen and one night of entertaining the mercenaries that are somehow affiliated with Gulum-Ei. He did also give me a day off… Sort of. He threw me into a cell in solitary confinement and left me in there for twenty-four hours in full-body bondage… Blindfold, mouth gag, chastity belt with those stupid inflatable plugs, the entire package. Why? I don't know.

Now, it's time for me to go home, and I decided to take a scenic route. Yesterday I stopped by in Rorikstead, tonight I'm at the Sleeping Giant in Riverwood. I was planning on completing my journey home instead of stopping here, but the weather has taken a turn towards worse so I'll hang around.

Well anyway, it's a good thing I made it to Riverwood just in time to take shelter from the coming rain. The Inn there is as busy as ever and seems to be getting more popular day by day, although there weren't many locals here at noon when I arrived there after journeying through night. Two particularly rude fellows talked about needing to find peace and quiet and that they don't need to be bothered by me… But why go to an inn of all places for quiet? Especially this one? I can't stand listening to Sven sing for one minute!

I also want to write about Dorthe. You know, Alvor's daughter, pretty little thing… I discovered something rather naughty about her today.

It started with me looking for Gorr. I wanted to talk about my adventures and maybe do something else after that, but I couldn't find him. Sven, who usually just ignores me, told me that he left the inn a quarter of an hour ago. Something tells me that he was being helpful for the sole reason of getting me to fuck off.

Not few minutes after, I found him, together with Dorthe. I didn't know they have that kind of relationship. This innocent, curious little blacksmith's protégé, a young and promising smith who dreamt of becoming even better than Jourlun Greymane himself, was riding Gorr's big black Redwood with her other hand leaning forward against his muscular body, and the other covering her mouth trying to muffle her moans… And failing miserably. Okay, you wouldn't hear her through the rain, but if you walk past the little shed they're fucking in like I did, there's no way you wouldn't notice.

I'm not jealous or anything, but it rubbed me the wrong way… Okay, I admit, I might be a little jealous… I was looking for him with the intention of getting my holes pecked by him after all. I don't fault him for going after other girls, just like he doesn't fault me for seeking other men I'm sure. It's not like I'm his girlfriend or anything… But Dorthe, oh little Dorthe… I want to hold this against her somehow… I don't know how yet, but I at least wanted to let her know that I saw her. So, I wrote her a little private letter. I told the ever vigilant and responsible courier that it's for her eyes only, preferably to be delivered while she's alone.

What it reads is something along the lines of: "I saw you having an affair with Gorr. I wonder what your father would think of his precious daughter doing something that indecent." I didn't really want to write anything else in it, but it's not like I had to. I didn't even sign it using my name; instead, I just wrote "an old friend". I just want this storm cloud to hang over her head, and then maybe next time I visit Riverwood I bring it up to her.

Anyway, I'm beat, and luckily that dumb fiddler won't be here until the sun sets, meaning that I can actually get some sleep. Hopefully it won't be raining anymore when I do.