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Perils of an Escaped Skyrim Slavegirl	By : KajiraGames Category: +A through F > Elder Scrolls - Skyrim Views: 41091 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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Perils of an Escaped Skyrim Slavegirl

by KajiraGames
Part 13 - Handled by the Silver Hand
This is how Toya described her experiences at Gallows Rock when she later told Farkas all that had happened:
When I woke up from becoming a werewolf for the first time, I was naked on a snowy hillside, with Aela beside me. "I was starting to think you might never come back", she said. She told me my transformation was even harder than yours, Farkas. You'll have to tell me about that some time.
I was a bit pre-occupied, wondering whether I managed to kill that cruel blonde Jailer who abused me before I blacked out with rage. Aela said that as a 'celebration' we were going to attack the Silver Hand werewolf-hunters at Gallows Rock and slaughter them all. "Lead on. Skjor's already scouting ahead" she said.
Aela gave me my clothes and arms, so when I had suited up we attacked the fort. I went in front with my Skyforge steel greatsword and Aela backed me up with her expert archery. We carved up most of the Silver Hand easily, both inside and outside the building. But then Aela warned me - "We're getting close now, be careful. Their leader is a tricky one. They call him The Skinner. I don't think I need to tell you why."
I charged into the final chamber. Krev the Skinner turned out to be a heavily armed orc, and he had many supporters in the room. Aela stayed in the doorway firing arrows. Rather than engage several of them at once, I dodged back, trying to draw them into her line of fire. We took down two or three before she stepped into the room to help me more directly.
But by this time, I was rather battered. Krev came at us with his two-handed battleaxe and he was too much for me. At close range, Aela's light armor wasn't good enough either. So we had to give up. If only we hadn't both just turned into wolves for my initiation ceremony! It was too soon to transform again. So we were at Krev's mercy.
He turned to me first, forcing me to undress. He knocked me down, and I was lying naked in some bracken when he crouched down and shoved his fingers into my pussy. He said "Companions bitches oughta feel a silver hand inside their cunts". He molested me with two fingers, then three, then he was fisting me. It hurt like hell.
Aela could only watch helplessly. It was as much as she could do to crawl over near me and put her hand on my shoulder in support. Krev rammed his hand in and out. I was squirming and struggling, but it only made it worse. At the end he was fisting me really fast and hard. It was horrible, but worse was to come.
Krev's hand was not the only part of him he wanted to put up my pussy. He dragged me up some steps to where the braziers provided more light and warmth. Then he made me kneel and started raping me from behind. He kept my arms pinioned behind me as he fucked me hard for a long time. Again, Aela could only crawl over nearby, but she couldn't even make it up the steps. No doubt our poor Companion was aware it would be her turn next.
She tried to keep my spirits up. "Don't let them intimidate you, Sister" she said. "We both know how to keep our heads." We were determined not to let these thugs break us. I gritted my teeth until Krev had finished his business, although feeling his sperm trickle down between my legs afterwards was revolting.
Having taken his right of first turn, Krev handed us over to his cronies. Aela finally made it up the steps and stood by me, but they stripped her as nude as I was and tied both our hands behind our backs. They made us kneel and then hog-tied us. We were naked captives on the cold stone floor, and from time to time the Silver Hand would use us at their whim.
The one woman among them came over at one point, cut my ropes, but left me face down on the ground. She tied a black strap-on to herself. You know how I HATE that kind of thing, after the way I was treated in prison. She shoved it right up my ass and worked it back and forth as she kept hold of me by the neck. I thought she was going to throttle me!
But at the same time, a blonde Nord male dragged Aela to an open space and raped her, face down also. You know how proud she is! It broke my heart to see her abused and humiliated this way, even though I had problems of my own. She wouldn't cry out - she just kept that attractive tattooed face of hers lifted high, defying them to do their worst.
The Nord straddled her and reamed her until he spurted all over her ass. When both our assailants were finished, we were hog-tied again and tossed into a dark corner. Krev said they'd be keeping us 'for a while', no doubt meaning until they had starved and fucked us to death.
For a laugh, they posed us (still tied) on the platform with my face in Aela's ass, or so we were apparently sixty-nining each other, and other 'humorous' positions. And when humiliating us was not enough, one of us would be picked to give them casual satisfaction.
The woman wasn't interested in us very often - she kept working on the tanning rack. But at one time I was made to give one of the men (a fucking IMPERIAL!) a handjob right alongside her. When I'd wanked him off for a while, he pulled my head forward and rammed his accursed dick into my mouth.
It was a real skull-fuck. He kept ramming it right down my throat, holding my head still. The woman never even turned around as I choked and gagged. When he finally filled my mouth with his cum, he held my face hard up against his stomach, with his cock all the way into my throat up to the hilt. I couldn't breathe until his prick went soft. Then I was left kneeling naked on the floor gasping and spitting.
I know it hurts you to hear all this, Farkas, but I didn't want to keep any of it secret from you. And the story does get better.
During the times we were tied up together, I whispered to Aela the secrets of how to escape such bonds. It was vital that we freed ourselves together, since by the time either one of us untied the other, they'd be onto us. At a signal, we shrugged off the ropes and leapt up.
Looking for a weapon, I made a terrible discovery - the body of Skjor, who had scouted ahead of us. "You can be of help to us one more time, Skjor" I thought sadly as I took his sword, and his dagger for Aela.
The Silver Hand were relaxing and weren't ready for us. I killed Krev with great pleasure, and Aela took out most of the henchmen including the fair-haired Nord. The last one alive was the Imperial. We both rammed our steel into him, deeper than he'd rammed his pork sword into my throat!
Aela lamented Skjor's death, but said he shouldn't have run ahead alone. Remember how that same mistake got ME fucked over at Dustman's Cairn, Farkas? I should have waited for you. I paid with my pussy, but Skjor paid with his life.
The two of us stood naked, assessing the situation. Revenge was at the top of our minds now, against all the Silver Hand. "What's the next target?" I asked. Aela said the best thing I could do would be to steal the Hand leader's battle plans, from Fort Fellhammer near Dawnstar.

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This entire story can be seen and heard as a movie. I made it with Sexlab submission and prison mods and put it on xhamster. _Everything_ in this tale is in the fully-voiced videos, narrated by Toya the slavegirl. The link is on my profile page.
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