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The Tenth Hold	By : Singalmo Category: +A through F > Elder Scrolls - Skyrim Views: 23706 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Seved was amused with the Justicar’s swearing for the moment. Let the weakling suffer. He grinned widely as Valdrid drug in three more Thalmor agents from the cells below. They had not yet been stripped but were secured well enough.

“Two nights after you left, these three came up the road. We ambushed them in the courtyard. I don’t know what you put in that poison, but it works like a dream.” The dark-haired nord grinned, plopping the three bound prisoners at Seved’s feet.

“Where have you kept them?”

“In the empty cell. Let them listen to their fellows’ torment.” Valdrid grinned widely. “It’s unnerved them fairly well, I’d say. Didn’t want to strip them without you. Didn’t seem right.”

“Heh. Fair enough. What have we here, hmm?” Seved looked at the three, nudging them about with his foot. “Two men and a woman. Looks like one of the usual patrols you see on the roads.”

“They probably came to find out what happened.” Eradil stood quietly off to the side. “We typically sent a runner once a week to the Embassy with the usual reports. An ‘all’s well’ sort of thing.”

“When would you have sent the last one?” Seved looked to Eradil.

“First night of the blizzard. They’d have waited until well after the storm cleared to send the patrol, so the timing is about right.”

“So when these three don’t come back, they’ll send another patrol?”

“Probably.”

“If they’re that concerned about the keep, they’ll send full scouting parties after that.” Nilvari leaned against the wall, watching. “A mage, two fighters, and three archers.”

“Sounds more like a raiding party to me.” Seved snorted. “A good mix.”

“Indeed.” Nilvari nodded. “And they’ll stick to that for a while. If they get frustrated enough they’ll send larger contingents, but that will be difficult to pull off without the Governor’s approval.”

“General Tullius, you mean?”

“Correct.”

“So without his approval for more troops, it’ll stay scouting parties?”

“More than likely.”

“We should be able to handle that, then.” Seved nodded, smiling. “Besides, the more they send at us, the more merchandise we have.”

“Do go on with that.” Nilvari grinned widely. “I’m actually curious to see what you do with them.” She pulled off her gauntlets in order to fuss with her hair. “That and I’ve heard that nord men are particularly... impressive.”

“Imperials are nothing to laugh at.” Antony smirked.

“Only thing that can be bigger is a Redguard.” Raj grinned.

“I think any of the men here would happily let you sample if you wanted.” Seved chuckled softly. “But I think we have plenty of toys to play with.” He looked at the three elves on the floor, then at the woman who had been in Nilvari’s patrol. She was still whimpering and had managed to skitter into a corner. He pondered for a long moment. His armor felt heavy and he noticed the additional fire bowls in the room, now tempered with Dwemer metal. He nodded, smiling. “Thorald, stoke the fires and take the blindfolds off of the women there.” He strode to the corner and picked up the whimpering, armored elf woman, lightly tossing her over his shoulder to bring her back to the middle of the room.

“Should I bring in more chairs?” Geriald looked to Seved inquisitively.

“Absolutely. And some tables, too.” He shifted the squirming weight on his shoulder. “Valdrid, take those two rugs up to the second level.” He pointed to the smaller two rugs that he’d unrolled. “You’ll know where they go based on their size. Antony, Stefan, take that rug there and try to get it centered in the room here.” The men moved as Seved commanded. Once one of the tables was where Seved liked it, he set the squirming woman on top of it. Nilvari offered to keep her there while Seved went to get himself out of his armor.

It took a solid hour of everyone working, but in the end, the great hall was transformed, if only partially. With the careful arrangement of the fire bowls, the room would stay warm. Seved left one end of the hall clear of tables. He had plans for that end which would be good for business later. The largest rug was centered on the main floor, a beautiful thing of black and tawny threads which blended both nordic and cyrodiilic patterns. The two smaller rugs sat on the second level, one blue, one violet, each combined with the coppery, tawny threads in similar patterns. The rugs had been brought in from Bruma, one of the few places such patterns blended well. The tables and chairs were arranged to make more intimate spaces all around the hall, but left the main floor and walkways largely open. He would need to get good tapestries and banners to hang on the walls to help keep the cold out, but those could come later. The two racks were left in their prominent position and Seved intended to leave them just like that. This was partly due to how heavy they were, but moreso it meant that a prisoner could be left on display. In this case, it gave the two women who were the current occupants full view of the room and what was happening in it, precisely as he’d wished. One large table sat against the wall beside the room’s main entrance. It was centered this way and Seved would make its purpose known soon enough. Now that he had changed into some less confining clothes, he picked up the squirming woman once more and plopped her in the center of the room. He waited for Vera to settle in a seat as she’d brought in plenty of mead at his command. Tonight they would revel.

“Now, I think we can begin in earnest.” Seved grinned and his voice took on that silky quality once more. “To the victor go the spoils.” He started with the squirming woman who had been Nilvari’s comrade. Piece by piece, he removed her armor, everything on her person, and placed it on the table against the wall. He left her naked and bound in the center of the floor. He then stripped the two men from the patrol, in the same manner, leaving their things on the table and them bound and naked. He finished with the woman of the patrol who was the obvious mage of the group. When this was done he smiled to the others.

“Let all new prisoners be so stripped. Leave their things on the table. An offering to the Jarl of Northwatch and his Thanes.” The men cheered, raising their mugs in both salute and agreement with him. He waited for their cheers to die down before he continued. “Then, let them be judged by the Jarl, or by the Thanes in the Jarl’s absence.” He grinned wickedly as he picked up the squirming woman, hauling her up to her feet. “And Nilvari says this one is a filthy little slut masquerading as a prude.”

“That she is.” Nilvari grinned, content to watch from her place at that moment.

“Let’s see, then.” Seved smirked, holding the woman by the back of her neck with one hand while his other set to work. He started with her nipples, teasing them, pinching, pulling. They responded accordingly, growing erect at his teasing. She squirmed and whimpered as he did so. “Seems she’s a bit sensitive.” His hand strayed lower, caressing her side and then sliding between her legs. Her nethers were not bare, but well groomed, neat and tidy. That would do nicely, for they were still soft under his fingers as he stroked her. He slipped his middle finger between her netherlips, stroking slowly until he found what he was after. That sensitive little nub which sent ripples of pleasure through her. He laughed. “Not too much work and she’s already wet!” He pushed her over to his table where he plopped her down onto it, bent over. He held her down with one hand and with the other he took a bundle of soft rope and lashed her torso to the table. Then he secured her arms to his liking over her back, and finally, lashed her legs so they were spread open. He stepped back so that everyone could see his handiwork.

“Oh that is a pretty little cunt.” Avulstein smirked as he sipped his mead. “I think it needs stuffed.”

“I think so, too. But not yet.” Seved grinned as he went back to the room’s center and picked up the other woman. He repeated his assessment, and finding her just as satisfactory, he pushed her over to the table that Avulstein shared with his brother and lashed her down as he had the first woman. “Tease her for now, we’ll start the fun shortly.” Back to the center of the room he went, carefully looking over the two men. He lashed them down to two other tables, one for each. All in full view of the women on the racks, the man in the cage. Just as he wished. The three Imperials seemed a little uncertain of this, but Seved smiled to reassure them.

“Let’s see, now...” Seved counted the men in the room. “I count ten holes... and eleven pricks with Eradil here...” He stroked his chin. “And in this position, you can’t really get three men on each of these women, can you...” He grinned suddenly. “Raj, Slither, go and pick out two more women and bring them up here. We’ve got two empty tables and plenty of rope.”

“Hah! Right away!” Raj leapt from his seat, followed closely by the Argonian. The other men began to grin, seeming to follow Seved’s plan.

“Should I go bring up another of the men and tie him so you can use him, Nilvari?” Seved grinned at his First Sword. She chuckled and sipped her mead.

“No, I think I might prefer something thicker tonight, but I don’t think I’d mind putting a few tongues to good use.”

“Tongues?” Vera looked confused as she watched, but intrigued nonetheless. “But, aren’t you supposed to... you know...”

“There are other ways for a man to please a woman, Vera.” Nilvari smiled. “He doesn’t have to use his prick.”

“I don’t know...” Vera looked down a bit, concerned. Seved saw his opening and slipped around behind her, wrapping his arm around her to rest his hand on her supple hip as he leaned in to whisper into her ear.

“You don’t have to partake if you don’t want to, Vera. It’s something you should know that you’re ready for.” He gave her hip a little squeeze and let his voice drop into a huskier tone. “A lot of the men in this room would kill to have their manhoods be the one to pierce you first, myself included. The choice, of course, should be yours, Vera.” He gave her hip another squeeze as he watched the blush rise in her cheeks. He kissed her cheek and released her slowly as Raj and Slither were returning, each carrying a woman. He strode over confidently and coached them in lashing the girls down.

“I think we have just enough now.” Thorald smirked and slapped the ass of the woman on his table, making her yelp.

“Indeed.” Seved grinned widely. “So find a hole you like and mount up. I’m going to start with this fine little slut.” He teased the nethers of the woman he’d lashed to his own table as he unfastened his pants. She squirmed and began to cry, knowing full well what was about to happen to her.

“Should we fill them?” Mikal looked to Seved, genuinely curious.

“Absolutely, Mikal.” He positioned his quite stiff member at the woman’s cunt and shoved himself in with a satisfied grunt. “Fill them until they’re dripping. And keep doing this until they beg for it!” He started his thrusting slow, savoring the feel of the Thalmor cunt he was taking. He watched as the others found what they wanted and set to work. He grinned widely as Nilvari joined his own table, placing her cunt in front of her former comrade.

“Come on, you little slut, let’s see how good you are with that tongue.” She shifted to press the woman’s face into her nethers.

“Lick, bitch!” Seved grinned and slapped the woman’s ass as he began to thrust faster. Fear drove the woman to comply and Seved grinned wider, thrusting harder, faster, savaging the woman properly now. The sounds in that room were amazing and yet sickening. So many holes being used, so many cocks being sucked. He grunted as he filled the woman’s cunt. He wanted more. He started to play with her rear entrance, stretching it with his fingers, getting it ready as he kept using her. He glanced to the side and saw Vera, sitting by herself, watching the display. The color had risen in her cheeks and she was watching him in particular. She was thinking of what he’d told her. He could hear the captain and the interrogator on the racks, whimpering, struggling in their bonds, wanting to help their kinsmen, frustrated at their powerlessness. Just as he had planned. He glanced over and saw them both crying in frustration. Excellent.

He emptied himself again and grunted happily. He pulled out and pressed himself into the girl’s anus, slowly, short strokes, longer, longer, there! He was in her to the hilt and it was gloriously tight. He thrust hard, grunting, his balls slapping up against her wet cunt. Yes, perfect! He looked up as Nilvari let out a delightful moan. He looked down to see her dripping over the woman’s face. He looked back up and Nilvari was grinning at him. He reached forward and pulled her into a heated kiss. She did not resist him.

“Let me touch you... all of you.” He whispered huskily to her. She slowly shed her armor, letting it drop to the floor. He opened her tunic and felt for her breasts. She moaned sharply as he pinched her nipples. He kissed her again, still keeping up his thrusting. He removed his hand from her tunic and let it slip lower, stroking her hips, squeezing her ass as they kissed, both happily savaging the woman tied below them. He grunted as he emptied himself again. His hand slipped forward to tease her mound, her netherlips, spreading her open wide for the unwilling mouth that was still licking in fear. His other hand slipped under him as he kept thrusting, fingers finding and sliding into a cunt, stroking that deep place, forcing the pleasure into the woman below him. He heard the others shifting about, exchanging one hole for another. Nilvari pulled away from the girl’s mouth and up onto the table, straddling the woman’s back. Seved slipped his fingers into her, finding that deep place which set her squirming. She kissed him deeply.

“Fuck her again. Fill her cunt.” Nilvari whispered. “Then fill mine...” He grunted and pulled himself violently from the girl’s ass, entering her cunt again with the same force, making her scream and cry as he savaged her. He wrapped both arms around Nilvari now, kissing and caressing her.

“Dibella calls your brother...” He managed to whisper between heated kisses.

“Sanguine calls me.” Nilvari grinned and kissed him again, biting at his lower lip. He shivered and grunted.

“Saucy wench!” He thrust savagely into the woman below them, panting hard with his orgasm. He pulled out and pulled Nilvari with him, landing in the chair beside the table. Her hips met his, grinding for a moment before he was in position. Then he was in her. She wailed in pleasure. He was stretching her, he knew, but she clearly didn’t care. He thrust hard, fast, burying his face in her breasts, kissing and sucking.

“Harder!”

“I’ll hurt you if I do.”

“I want it!”

“If you insist...” He obliged her request, thrusting himself into her savagely. He could tell it hurt her from her slight wincing, but every sound from her screamed pleasure. She was close, she was ready. Almost, just a little longer. He roared as he came, feeling her cunt squeeze him tightly with her own orgasm. She collapsed against him, panting. He held her there as they both calmed down. A few of the others were spent, sitting and panting now, others still going, taking any and every hole they could.

“Are all nords this big?” Nilvari panted softly.

“Most of us, yes.” He managed a light chuckle. His blood no longer surging through him.

“Good.” She grinned, grinding against him lightly. He grunted. “I like being full.”

“I think you’ll find plenty of men who want to fill you.” He grinned back as she slowly climbed off of him, taking the chair beside his. Slowly, the sounds of fucking died down, everyone happily spent. Their prisoners were whimpering, tears rolling down their cheeks. The justicar in the cage was hurling insults at them. Seved chuckled softly. Then he heard a squeak from the side of the room. He turned to see Vera, still sitting, squirming like mad. He beckoned her to him and she scurried over. He pulled her into his lap and held her.

“That was wrong... all of it so wrong...” She whimpered. “Why do I feel this way?”

“Anyone would be aroused with that much sex happening beside them.” Seved chuckled softly, stroking the girl’s hair.

“Why... why do you do this to them?”

“Look at that cage there, Vera. Do you see that man inside?”

“Mmmhmm...” She nodded and swallowed hard. He could see she was holding back tears.

“He would have done the same to you. Look at those two men tied there. They would have joined him. They have done it to other girls like you. Imperials, Nords, Bretons, Redguards. Anything that is not them.”

“That doesn’t make it right...” She swallowed again.

“Is it right for them to take away our gods? Is it right for them to take our lives, our freedom, our children?” He stroked her cheek and turned her face to look on his. “I never said that what I was doing was right. I’m giving them what they deserve.” He softly wiped at the tears that started to well up in her eyes, threatening to overflow. “I won’t let them hurt you. I won’t let them hurt anyone else, Man, Beast, or Mer.” He was a bit surprised that she collapsed onto him at that point, but he held her close, letting her tremble there as he comforted her. The others looked over, concerned. Would she run off? Would she tell?

“Why...” She managed to squeak softly.

“Why, what?” He looked at her curiously and she turned to look up at him, just barely. He saw something flash in those dark eyes of hers and he knew its look well. He remembered his days in Morrowind, and the Dunmer that had given him the same look. He remembered a Redguard woman, a fellow sailor, who had again given him the same look. It only ever lasted a few seconds, but it was clear. Envy. He blinked.

“You took her first...” She jerked her head back toward Nilvari. He understood. The action had been driven purely by his own desires and while he had enjoyed it, he had not thought of the young woman in the room, just barely of age, yet still roiling with that great tempest of youth. He remembered it quite well from his own youthful days, now well behind him, but not quite gone. He had not thought of just how effective his flirtations had been. He would have to make note of that for later use, but at that moment, he needed to keep things from getting out of hand.

“Vera...” He stroked her hair and kissed her forehead. “I didn’t want to hurt you, either.” He looked at her seriously. “Men in their roused passions, can be dangerous to women. Especially ones as young and pretty as you are. We are like the great wolves that roam these lands. Predatory, savage, and unreasonable. You poor little rabbits are easy prey.” She sat up a bit straighter and frowned. He had to think fast or he would lose her. He cupped her face in his hand. “I do not want to approach such a sweet girl as a feral wolf stalking a hapless hare.” He leaned in slightly and pulled her in a bit, their faces perilously close together. “I would rather approach you as the bull stag approaches his doe. Strong and proud, but another of the same kind.” He smiled softly at her, resting his forehead against hers as he saw the color begin to rise in her cheeks again. “What say you, my little doe? Shall I be your stag?” The tension in the air was palpable, the room dead silent, everyone waiting for her response, for she had not noticed where his hand sat.

She bit her lip, watching him for a long moment, then let out a sweet, little, girlish giggle and nodded at him. She bit at her lip again, grinning this time. There was a collective sigh of relief in the room which she did not notice. She was too busy being entranced by the bright eyes and wide grin of the nord on whose lap she was sitting. He picked up his mead and sipped it, then offered his cup to her. She looked confused for a moment but then seemed to recall something. She took the cup in both hands, letting him still hold it, and sipped the sweet liquid inside.

It was an old Nord tradition that had developed at a time when certain noble houses in Cyrodiil had forbidden the blending of Nord and Imperial, intended to keep the noble bloodlines pure, but really it was thinly veiled racism. So the people developed a means of offering companionship for the night without speaking a word. The man would sip from his cup and then offer it to a woman who interested him. If she took a sip from his cup it meant she was also interested. If she were not interested, then she would sip from her own instead. The Nords had already been using such a system in Skyrim for at least a century or two prior, they just spread the practice into Cyrodiil. It was so keenly efficient that it became more widespread, but by the end of the Third Era it had generally fallen out of vogue, though people still knew what it meant.

“Go to the sleeping room, my little doe. I’ll be there soon.” Seved smiled and kissed her forehead.

“Don’t keep me waiting.” She smiled as she got up slowly and then practically bounded off to the room where all the sleeping furs were. He shook his head, chuckling. She was too young to be using such a phrase. It was probably one she had heard her mother say to her father. How children played at being adults never ceased to amaze him. He sipped his mead while the others looked at him, waiting. No one wanted to say what was on their minds, nor would he give them the chance. His hand had been on the back of the girl’s neck, an easy position to end her life from. Let them wonder whether or not he would have done it. He stood and tucked himself back into his pants as he looked around, his normal, playful smirk returning to his face. The room relaxed.

“Keep using these until they pass out or get too messy, then swap them for others in the cells. Keep them tied up so they can’t get away from you.” He finished off his mead. “If they’re in the cells, don’t take them. Just tease them, or make them service one another if you like. As soon as they’re out here, take them.” He walked over to the two women on the racks, smiling wickedly. “And these two... make sure they can see everything you do. Tease them every chance you get, don’t remove their gags...”

He stood between them and rested one hand on each of their necks, then stroked downward, caressing their breasts, then down the abodmen to the thigh, then back up to stroke their nethers, finally slipping his fingers inside to feel them, so warm and inviting, but he had another cunt waiting for him already. He smirked lightly.

“Mmm, both have nice cunts, well broken in. Might as well put them to use. Just make sure they watch.” He withdrew his fingers and wiped them on their bare flesh, making them grunt with disgust as he chuckled.

“And the Justicar in the cage?” Thorald tilted his head curiously.

“If you feel like tormenting him, squeeze off a load on him. Just make sure he can’t retaliate.”

“Would you like some privacy?” Valdrid smirked as he stood up, feeling himself roused again.

“At least for a little while. I think Vera would prefer it.” He nodded, smiling. “Make sure you show our new fellows around, and how we ‘keep’ the prisoners.” He started for the sleeping room. There would be much to do starting in the morning and he had little time in which to do it, considering other obligations were coming up fast. Thorald cut him off before the door to the office, looking at him seriously.

“If she had been ready to put us in danger...” The gray-haired nord leaned on his hand which was firmly planted on the wall.

“Yes, I would have.” Seved nodded. Thorald watched him closely for a moment and then nodded, seemingly satisfied.

“You win her over. I’d rather have a good cook in the kitchen than a dead girl to bury.”

“We’re in agreement there.” Seved smiled. Thorald nodded again and pushed off the wall, walking back to the group. Seved continued into the sleeping room, a playful grin on his face. He swore he could feel someone pat him on the back as he went, though he knew no one was behind him.
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