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Slave of the Dead	By : TheMaskettaMan Category: +A through F > Elder Scrolls - Skyrim Views: 12811 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 2
Disclaimer: I do not own the creative rights to, or the fandom of, Skyrim, I don’t get why we have to add legal disclaimers like this considering no one at all would think we own it, but I gotta follow the rules. I also make no money from this story.

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One chapter to go, but it's more of an epilogue than anything. Hope you enjoy it. Let me know what you liked and didn't so I can improve.
When Freya awoke, she was lying on something hard and cold, and the air around her smelled of death. As she opened her eyes, everything around her seemed muted, as if she had cotton stuffed into her ears, and it was as though her mind were obscured by a cloud. Something was wrong, she knew that much, but she couldn’t remember what…
She was in a large stone room, laying on a stone table, wearing nothing at all. Her nipples were painfully erect, and her womanhood was caked with dried fluids. Where had those come from?
She blinked, and more of the room came into focus. It was empty, but it seemed like a ceremonial hall. there were rows of benches on one side of her table, a large throne on the other, and only one way in, at the far end, behind the benches.
What… was this place? Where was she? And where were her armor and hammer? She needed to get out of here, but how?
Finally, the haze lifted. She remembered everything. She remembered why she was here, and what had happened, every detail of it.
“Oh Divines…” she moaned, rolling over and clutching a hand to her lower belly as the thought of what had happened caused a wave of nausea inside of her. “Talos, help me…”
With an effort worthy of Ysgramor, she rolled herself off the table and began to stagger toward the entry. Beyond it, she could see another hallway, which she hurried to stagger by, but every step she took seemed to cause a wave of longing in her.
Why was she leaving? She needed to leave. But why?
Freya collapsed to her knees, clutching at her head again. More of these invading thoughts that were trying to steer her astray, how lovely. How long would she be able to resist this time? Hopefully, long enough for her to make it to the surface and receive actual help. But… how could she show herself in this state? She had been used by the Draugr! No Nord would ever look at her the same way again!
She supposed, if she could just make it up to the bandits’ camp, she could steal armor from them, assuming she couldn’t find her own armor somewhere down here, wherever the Draugr had hidden it.
She stumbled out of the hallway, which seemed eerily devoid of Draugr filth, only to find herself in the throne room from before, where she had been humiliated and raped. Her armor lay in a heap in the same corner, next to a half-dried puddle that she knew was the mix of the Draugr’s impurity and her shame.
“Ugh,” she grunted, staggering toward it, resisting the urge to heave and empty what little remained in her stomach. She could vomit later. For now, she needed to escape.
She reached her armor, and then her legs gave out entirely, and she crashed to the ground, groaning as she rested against the cold rock. Was this how she was fated to die? Raped by Draugr, starving or dying of exposure? She would never see Sovngarde like this. What shame her ancestors must feel, looking upon her like this.
She wiped at her eyes, ready to make a renewed effort to dress herself and escape. But when she looked up, she was startled to see that there were now no less than ten Draugr in the room with her. All of them were wearing no armor.
All of them had erect penises.
All of them were staring at her.
“Oh gods, no,” she whimpered, staggering to her feet. “Not again…”
One of the Draugr began to laugh. Another began to stroke its length, followed by two more. Why did they all have to be male Draugr?
As if to mock her question, a pair of female Draugr shuffled into the room, as bare as she was, and began to amble their way toward her. Oh no, what did they want with her? Were they there to degrade her even more?
Her eyes darted around the room, seeking an escape. She could see the way she had come in the first time, but it was past all of these Draugr, and she was too weak to lift her warhammer. Could she run? Dare she?
No, they were her Masters. She was a good slave. She shouldn’t run from her Masters. She should drop to her knees and please them.
For a single, heart-stopping moment, her knees gave way, but she managed to stop herself with one last heroic moment of willpower. No, she would not be turned into a mindless cock addict, certainly not one for the dead!
Snarling, she ran. Surprisingly, none of the Draugr came after her, or even seemed to react, other than to turn and watch her. She had been prepared to fight her way past them, and so when no resistance came, she fell forward onto her face with a loud “Oof!”
The Draugr laughed even more, while one of them reached down and took hold of her hips.
“No!” she shouted, whirling around and slapping his skeletal hands off of her. She would not be raped by these creatures again!
Redoubling her efforts, she clambered to her feet and sprinted out of the room, heading away, toward freedom.
She passed more Draugr, all of them naked, but none of them making any attempt to stop her. The further she fled, however, the more the pressure on her mind increased.
Serve your masters! A good slave submits and serves!
Freya was a good slave, wasn’t she? She had pleased her Master, and had been rewarded. Surely if she pleased all of her masters, they would reward her too, right?
No, no she needed to be free of this accursed place. She needed… she needed…
She needed Master’s cock inside of her again.
No! No she didn’t!
Shaking her head in a futile attempt to clear her mind, she continued her sprint, passing even more Draugr as she went, caring little for whatever it is they were doing, or why they were naked. Her mad dash took her back through the large empty room she had first arrived in. Oh gods yes, she was almost free! Only a little bit more!
She passed the door, ran up the steps, turned a corner… and there stood her Master.
He stood still, staring right at her, as though he had been expecting her. He was still not wearing any armor. Freya wondered for a brief moment how long it had been.
Her knees gave way again, as she attempted to kneel, but the stronger part of her mind prevented that side from winning. She would escape.
“Get out of the way,” she growled, readying a combat stance. Even without her hammer, she would fight.
Its skeletal head just stared at her through glowing eyes. Hypnotizing, pretty eyes…
No!
She lashed out, slamming a fist into its jaw. The Draugr was hit back, but it did not stagger, nor get out of the way. Instead, it took the blow, letting out yet another derisive laugh.
She struck again, with her other hand. And again, and again.
She swung, and swung, and swung, until her arms burned from exhaustion, but nothing she did made him step back even once. It simply stared at her, his cock standing tall, and throbbing with need. Need that she longed to sate.
She grit her teeth and pulled her fist back once more.
Master has been so kind to me. Master laid me to sleep after bringing me to the greatest heights of pleasure I had ever reached.
“N-no,” she grunted, clapping her free hand to her head yet again. Master simply watched her.
Master will forgive me for hitting him. I need only prove my devotion. I am Master’s plaything.
“I… I am not…”
I will do everything I can to serve my Masters, and they will care for me. I live for them now.
“S-stop…”
I love my Masters!
Freya lashed out once more, grabbing the Draugr’s head, yanking it forward, and kissing it deeply, her mouth parting instantly to snake her tongue into Master’s own mouth. Her tongue danced around Master’s tongue, drawing it into a dance as Master began to caress her body with his own wonderful hands. As she kissed desperately, silently begging for him to bring her to that place of ecstasy once more, she could feel him touching at her breasts, playing with them just like she wanted. He would bounce them, he pinched her nipples, he even pulled on them until they hurt, but letting Master do as he pleased was her duty.
He eventually invaded her own mouth with his wonderful tongue, pushing her back until she bumped against the wall, just like she had earlier, when he had given her a taste of what he could provide. He moved his hips forward until she felt his cock brush against her thighs. Oh, silly her, she had left out the best part!
Dropping to her knees, she wasted no time, taking hold of his mast, leaning in, and sniffing it. Oh, her Master’s musk was heavenly! Without a second thought, she opened her mouth and slid it inside of her, not even bothering to try and adjust. In one swift motion, she had buried Master’s cock all the way to its base, and she felt it press against the back of her throat.
She didn’t gag, a good slave didn’t gag. She simply allowed herself to breathe through her nose as she began to slide Master’s cock in and out, running her tongue along its veins and ridges to maximize Master’s pleasure. From the guttural groans above her, she was succeeding, and with each groan she could feel the warmth inside her grow more and more. She was a good slave.
After a while, however, Master’s hands gripped her by her head and gently pulled her back. She let out a whine as his cock slid out of her throat, but Master’s desires came first. Once it was free, Master reached down and picked her up under her shoulders, bracing her against the wall again. Sensing what he was going to do, Freya spread her legs for him, reaching down with her own hands to align Master’s cock with her dripping entrance. The moment he was there, he slid in, and the moment he had hilted himself, she locked her legs together behind Master’s back.
Master began to pound into her in earnest, and she clenched her insides around his thick shaft as he ruined her. No man, mer, Argonian, or Khajit would ever satisfy her now. Only Master would, and any Master let play with her.
However, Even as these thoughts danced in her head, leaving her with a dreamy smile on her face, Master’s thrusting stopped. Freya let out a cry of alarm. Did she do something wrong? Was she not pleasing him enough?
However, rather than discarding her, he hooked his arms around her, holding her close, lifted her off the wall again, and began to carry her, back into his home. Once she realized what he was doing, Freya’s cries ceased. Master was simply returning them both to their home. How thoughtful of him.
She turned her head to see where Master was carrying her, stopping briefly to plant a loving kiss on his cheek, and saw that he was carrying her toward the room she had woken up in, back to the stone table. When she looked back as he began to lay her on it, she saw that the crowd of Draugr she had seen before, had followed Master inside, still languidly stroking their shafts and openly leering at her. She loved the attention. Master’s companions wanted to gaze upon her, and she would enjoy every moment of it.
As her back touched down against the cool stone, Master slid out of her. But unlike before, she didn’t fear him leaving. Clearly Master had plans for her. Whatever they were, she was happy to take part.
The two Draugr women came in again, each one carrying a small bowl of some kind of glowing substance on them. One shuffled around to her left, the other to her right. Once in position, they began to dip her fingers into the substance, brought up a dollop each, and began to write things on her skin with it.
Where their fingers touched, she felt her skin tingle, and before her eyes, the substance sank into her skin and began to glow as well. They were marking her with ancient Nordic runes. One write above her left breast. Another wrote along her right thigh. Then they switched. After this, they shuffled around again, with one at her feet and the other at her head. The one at her head wrote something that she couldn’t feel, and the one at her feet reached up and began to make some kind of mark between her navel and her entrance, still dripping with her arousal.
Finally, both of them finished. The moment they did, the marks on her skin glowed bright, and she was instantly thrown into orgasm, shrieking with pleasure as she came, spilling her love juices on the table before her.
However, as she came down, it was as though the pleasure brought by the marks only seemed to lessen, but never disappear entirely. Her Masters had gifted her with eternal pleasure in servitude to them! This was Paradise. Sovngarde could never compare to this feeling!
As she took notice of her surroundings again, she found the crowd of Draugr watching eagerly. Sensing what her Masters wanted, she smiled, before opening wide, spreading her legs, and lifting her hands.
Four walked forward immediately. As one took up position next to her, she began stroking it vigorously, hoping to shower herself with his cum, proving her devotion. Another took up a position next to her, where she began to stroke it as well. A third took her by teh head and slid her back until her head hung back off the end of the table, whereupon it buried its length in her throat and began facefucking her as fast as it could. As with her Master, she did not gag, but instead did everything she could to earn her reward, to feel it shoot down her throat and into her waiting belly.
Finally, one more approached at her entrance and took her there. This one wasn’t quite as long or thick as Master, but she didn’t care. Only her Masters’ pleasure mattered to her, and she spread her legs as wide as they would go.
Two mouths clamped down around her nipples, and she briefly looked up to see the two Draugr women had latched on and were sucking as though she were suckling a babe. Her smile around the cock in her throat widened, and she relaxed, allowing everyone to use her as they saw fit.
It didn’t take long for the first of her masters to cum, one of the Draugr in her hands seized up, before a shower of hot liquid blessed her belly, and she sighed in contentment. Then the one in her mouth hilted himself, letting out a growl as his seed was pushed into her stomach.
As soon as they left, two more took their place. Another shower of spunk on her belly, the Draugr left, and another took his place. The one inside of her began to pulse, and more seed entered her womb, and she thought a quick prayer to the Nine that this seed would take root. Her Masters deserved her highest devotion.
This became Freya’s entire being. She existed to serve the Draugr. Their cum was her sustenance. Every opportunity she could, she let them fuck her senseless, and even begged them to use her unconscious body any way they wanted. Then when she awoke, they did it again. And again, and again, and again.
Many times, she awoke to find herself covered in dried cum, the mere thought of which would ignite the pleasure in her once more and send her to orgasm alone.
Her true Master took her for his own many times, each time filling her womb so full of his seed that she felt as if she couldn’t contain any more, but she would. She belonged to her Master, and she would serve him for all eternity.
She was forever a slave to the dead.
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