Stendarr's Vigil, Part II

This is an original character story based on the PC game The Elder Scrolls V: Skyrim. All rights reserved to their respective owners.

Chapter 7 - Violation

After they had finished tying her wrists together, the armored bandit said, "Like we were saying, we got ourselves a nice piece of ass." She was forced to go down on her knees. The Redguard said to the other two, “Mind if I get first dibs?” and the other bandits gave their assent. He then took off his armor and took out his flaccid penis. Iona’s eyes went wide. She had never seen a penis before, not counting babies and toddlers, of course. This thing was huge! It was at least the size of his head. He began to stroke it, and to her horror, it actually got bigger and hard. He looked at Iona and an evil grin came over his face. It was a look that Iona will remember forever. It was in that moment, that her innocence would be ripped from her - violently. The Redguard approached her, and took off all of his clothes. Iona couldn’t bear to look. She wanted so much for this to be bad dream and that she would wake up in her bed. “Wake up, Iona!” she told herself. “Wake up! Wake up!” “Wake up, cumrag!” the Redguard said, slapping her in the face with his large dick. Disgusted, she looked at him in shock. He was admittedly attractive, with large, lean muscles, a washboard stomach that revealed a six-pack in the right light, and, of course, that monster cock, all of which was covered by his dark skin.

The Redguard roughly grabbed Iona’s hair, causing her to yelp in pain. He aligned his penis to her mouth. Iona couldn’t believe she had to pleasure this thing. She didn’t even know how. She began to lick the tip, but then made a face in disgust as the foreign taste hit her tongue. It was a combination of sweat, dirt and other things she had never had the fortune of trying. She could swear that this thing had not been washed or bathed in weeks, possibly even months, and began to spit the offending taste out of her mouth. The Redguard was amused, “First time tasting black cock, huh, bitch? I’ll show you how I like it.” With that he forced Iona’s head forward and simultaneously slammed his cock as far as it would go into Iona’s mouth. Iona tried to move her head back, but she was held tight. She tried to scream, but only a muffled, “Mmmmpph rrrmmm!!!” was audible. The bandit pumped her head back and forth on his huge organ. Iona felt lightheaded. She couldn’t really breathe and definitely couldn’t focus.

“Keep suckin’, baby,” the Redguard told her, “And don’t you dare try to bite me or I swear I’ll slice those tiny tits right off of you and eat them for dinner!” His cock slammed against the back of her throat and it caused her to gag. Iona tried to pull back from him so that it would not activate her gag reflex, but he held her in place. Now she was nauseous, as well. She was forced to suck his dick and lost track of how long she had been doing it. Her head was swimming. He picked up the pace and began grunting with each thrust. He pumped her head faster and faster and pumped his penis into her mouth harder and harder, until she felt like she was going to throw up. The bandit was breathing hard, until he tensed up, and slammed his entire cock into the back of Iona’s throat. He let out a moan, and came inside her throat. Iona had her first taste of come. She recoiled in disgust and tried to spit it out, but the bandit held his penis inside her mouth and said, “No, you swallow it, bitch! You swallow every fucking drop!” Iona had tears streaming down both sides of her face. With a great deal of difficulty, she began to swallow the thick, milky substance. It was the worst thing she ever had to taste. The Redguard told her, “I said every fucking drop, didn’t I?” Iona didn’t understand. She swallowed everything in her mouth. Then he gave her his penis, glistening from his come. “Use that tongue, and wipe it clean.” She wiped the tears from her eyes, and did as she was told, licking his cock from balls to tip.

“Oh, gods,” Iona looked upwards, “please, let that be the end of this ordeal.” They untied her wrists, and Iona genuinely thought they were about to let her go. That was until they instead tied a rope around her neck. “Oh, no! They are going to hang me!” Iona begged for her life, “I promise I’ll do whatever you ask if you don’t hurt me!” The bandits gathered around her, each looking at each other. The other bandit archer said, “Ok, but you will have to do ANYTHING we say, and we get to do whatever we want to you. Oh, fuck! As if we need your permission, anyway!” Iona agreed, certain that her life was about to abruptly end. They stood her up by pulling at the rope, which threatened to choke her if she didn't comply. The bandit archer, the one that probably got hurt the most came up behind her and, wrapping her arms around her, grabbed her breasts with both hands. Iona whined as she was touched more intimately than she had ever been in her life. Her lips quivered as she struggled to maintain a degree of composure. They soon had their hands all over her, molesting her, caressing her breasts, her back and shoulders, her ass, her legs, and the space in between those legs. She felt fingers crawl everywhere on her skin.

The Redguard came up to her small breasts and said, “You’ve tasted me, now it’s time I tasted you.” He not-so-gently pinched her nipples, making Iona jump and wail. He twisted them and she responded to the pain. He placed them in his mouth and sucked on them. Iona felt disgusted. Never before had anyone put her body parts into their mouths. “Ugh, stop!” she complained. Then the Redguard licked his fingers, lowered his hand, stuck out a couple of his fingers, and inserted it into Iona’s vagina.

Iona gasped. No one had ever touched her insides. The bandit roughly fingered her as she squirmed and shuddered. He pulled out and brushed his fingertips against her clitoris, causing electric sparks to run up her spine. He held up his fingers, wet from her vaginal secretions. She watched in horror as he licked her juices off his fingers. “You're disgusting!” she said, trying to turn away from the barbarian, “Get away from me!” The Redguard finished licking his fingers, then smacked his lips and said, “Delicious. You must secretly love all this attention. You're wet as fuck!” Iona shuddered. He was wrong - she wasn't a whore.

After what seemed to her like an eternity of enduring groping, pinching, twisting, manipulating, slapping and other forms of abuse, they released her. She knew better at this point than to expect any good news. They put her on all fours, and it became clear why they had tied a rope around her neck. It was at that point that Iona realized it wasn’t a noose, it was a collar. They were treating her like a dog! She groaned with self-loathing. They “walked” her like a dog on all-fours around, slapping and pinching her ass and other parts as she went. They also stuck their fingers where they definitely didn't belong. The female archer even rode her, as if she were an equine. “Giddy up, my little pony!” she said gleefully. “Wanna see if she can clear the snow around here in 10 seconds flat?” asked the Redguard. The armored bandit replied, “That would probably be longer than how much you'd last.” Everyone laughed, except for Iona, of course.

“Alright, doggy,” the Redguard said to Iona, “time to have some real fun. Time for some fuckin’.” Oh, gods! They really were going to violate her! In the back of her mind, she faintly hoped that she would keep her remaining shreds of dignity intact, but it looks like this was it. She was going to be raped! “Wait! I’m..,” Iona began begging on her knees, then blushing, said, “I’m still a virgin!” “What?” the Redguard said, “You serious? I would have expected you to be a nympho, you slut! I was thinking that’s why you came here, to get fucked! Bet you were getting tired of your boring monk life.” Iona felt indelibly dirty from this comment. “Don’t say that!” she screamed. They were taking everything else, Iona tried her best to maintain at least her sense of self-worth.

A fist found Iona’s face and she fell on her back, dazed. The bandit then proceeded to stomp on her, beginning with her stomach, then kicking her in the face once Iona curled into the fetal position. “Stop! Don't hurt me!” she cried like a child. “I got this,” the Redguard said, then falling on top of Iona and pinning her arms down on the ground, looked into her eyes and said, “Hah, I knew as soon as I saw you I would end up fucking you!” His bobbing member was on her leg. Again. She struggled frantically, her arms pinned under his massive weight, in order to escape this indignity. She trembled, and her body flushed with arousal at being dominated in this way. Was she getting turned on by this? Impossible. She noticed that the two females were also taking off their clothes. Were they going to have her, too? She continued to struggle with the bandit, trying to push him off. “Hold her down, spread her legs!” she heard him say. The bandit used his foot to spread her legs apart. She struggled in vain to close them - she didn’t want this. “You got a nice little ass and titties!” he whispered, almost effortlessly holding her down and spreading her legs. His penis found her vulva, and he began to rub it against her sensitive flesh, feeling around for the vaginal introitus. In a few moments, he would be inside. She had to do something, yet felt so powerless. She whimpered as she felt the engorged head of his thick cock spread the entrance to her pussy. “I’m going to come inside you and you’re going to take it.”

She shook her head, trying desperately to get away. Bandit had waited enough. With his strong arms he pulled her legs and pelvis towards her. Then, he spit on his hand and wet the tip of his massive penis. In a last ditch effort, Iona put her hands tightly over her nether regions, determined to put up as much of a fight as possible. She wasn't going to make it easy for him. But he would not be denied. “Ain’t no stopping me now.” He motioned for the others and together they forced her hands off and held them above her head. She felt her legs yanked apart, and felt a huge cock thrust into her cunt. Iona cried, “No! No! No! No! Please! I beg you! Don’t! Donnnnn’t! Ahhh-AHHHHHHHH!!!” The Redguard entered her roughly. “Oh, damn, this bitch is tight. I think she was a virgin.”

Iona was in agony. She had heard stories of how the first time hurt for women, and with his big dick, she didn't doubt it. All she could do was scream and deal with the pain somehow. She was completely helpless. He was in her, raping her. He was going to come inside of her and there was nothing she could do about it.  She couldn't speak but for grunts, moans, and cries as this brute forced her body to accept his. It filled her with shame. The bandit kept working and pumping in and out of her, but he couldn't force it in more than a few inches at a time. “Damn, we need to loosen this bitch out,” he said, “just gonna have to push harder.” With that bandit put all of his might into fucking her. Iona screamed at the top of her lungs at the excruciating pain as her passage was being brutally assailed, but the bandit didn't let up. His thrusts had their effect when he finally broke through the poor girl's last defenses. With a grunt, he violently tore through her hymen. Iona let out a shrill shriek as the bandit plunged himself to the balls into her. She had lost, and she knew it. Her body went limp, and she no longer attempted to struggle.

The Redguard’s cock continued its assault on Iona. Her mind disengaged and she no longer felt like she was in her own body. “Am I dying?” she thought. She lost all track of time. It seemed to slow down to a crawl. She still heard the bandits, but they were muffled, almost distant. Harsh voices cheered her rape. “Plow her raw, so she can’t walk.” She herself didn’t make a sound. Their words seemed like they were in the background, as if they were a part of the ambient noise. What she heard most were the birds chirping, the wind blowing off of the mountains, and the crackling fire. The sky seemed so beautiful, so blue, with the light clouds being blown so gently by the Skyrim breeze.

She was violently snapped back. The Redguard remained on top of her, violating her body. “Feel better now that you’re being fucked, plaything?” the Redguard taunted her. She could not figure out what had just happened. Her mind and body must have strained to process the outrage, the powerlessness, the shame. And, the trauma might have been too much for her to take. Her small breasts were manhandled by the Redguard and the other two still held her arms down. She looked down and saw his massive organ sliding in and out of her vagina, blood smeared all across the length of it and on his crotch, as well as her own. Suddenly, Iona once again began to struggle frantically, catching them all by surprise. Sensation came back to her and she again felt all of the pain that she was mercifully spared momentarily from feeling, but it came back with full force.

“Oh, gods! It hurts! It hurts!” she cried, “Please stop!” This excited the Redguard pervert, who said, “Keep struggling, it’s turning me on.” Iona tried to wriggle her hands free, but they were securely pinned down. She kicked her legs, but to no avail, as the bandit was on top of her. She tried to close her spread legs, but his brutal thrusts took her breath away. All the fight in her was knocked out with each thrust. She started yelling earnestly, “Help! Anybody! I’m going to die!” “No one’s going to come save you,” taunted Redguard, grabbing a fistful of her hair roughly, “Everyone is going to have a turn on you.” With that, Redguard thrust into her in earnest. He fucked into her with a mighty stroke, with his tip sticking into her cervix. The bandit’s hands went around her throat and choked her, making her gag and cough. She felt so helpless. “Don’t come inside me!” she said angrily, “Get off me, you bastard!”

He picked up his pace, and his breathing quickened. Iona sensed that he was nearing climax, and she panicked. “No...please…*sob*I’ll take it in my mouth!” she bargained hastily, “I’ll even swallow! Please, just not inside!” Her eyes pleaded with him to stop, but nothing would deter him. He continued pumping furiously until he plunged into her as deep as he could and held it there before he could contain it no longer. He came deep inside her, and she didn’t have the strength to put up a fight. She screamed as bandit came in her pussy. He came hard and just when she thought it was over, he then came over and over again as he shuddered and fucked her with all his might, more semen making its way into her violated vagina. “I came maybe three or four times and every time was inside your tight snatch,” he whispered, “Hope you want kids.” The other bandits let go of her wrists and she covered her face with her hands in shame and distress. “No, please,” she pleaded with whatever entity was merciful enough to lend her poor soul an ear, “I don’t want to get pregnant.”

“Oh, fuck yes! That felt great!” the Redguard gloated, finally getting off of her, “I’ve touched parts of you that no man has ever touched.” She broke down into tears. That wasn’t at all how she imagined her first time would be. She weeped in shame after she unwillingly lost her virginity. Just when she thought it couldn’t get any worse, she heard, “Ok, we have needs, too, big boy.” She no longer cared. If they killed her, at least she won’t feel this pain any more. Were they going to lick and touch her all over? There wasn’t an inch of flesh that they hadn’t already violated. It was then that Iona looked and noticed that the females were both putting on a harness of some sort, made of leather, that they were sliding up their legs like underwear. “How peculiar,” Iona thought, “What the hell are they up to?” They then took out odd-looking wooden sticks out of a small lockbox. They attached them to the front side of the harness. Once attached, a glow emanated from them, each a distinct color.

“Wondering what these are, dear?” the now naked bandit archer asked. Her warrior friend said, “These are dildos, and they are actually enchanted. They let us feel what a man does. Do you get what these are for now?” Iona had a confused look on her face until she put two and two together and her eyes went wide and her mouth hung open. The bandits laughed at her expressions. “Look at her face,” one bandit said, chuckling, “Well, what say we spitroast this bitch?” With that, they both grabbed her hands and feet. She tried to go into the fetal position, but they wrenched her apart and forced her onto her hands and knees. “Nooo…” Iona said weakly, “please, no more.” But she hardly attempted to put up any sort of resistance this time. “The way you just rolled over and spread your legs with our friend here, I bet you wanted this!” the bandit archer taunted. No, it’s not that Iona wanted any of this to happen. But she was too weak and exhausted to fight back. She submitted to her own rape. One bandit forced the wooden dildo into her mouth and forced her to blow her. The bandit lady moaned in pleasure and threw her head back and caressed her own breast with her hand, gently manipulating her nipple. Iona noted that the dildo somehow felt “fleshy” in her mouth, remarkably, much like a penis. That enchantment really did make it like a man’s penis. The other entered her a moment later after lubricating her piece. She cried out in pain as the bandit jammed her dick inside her destroyed pussy. Iona was limp, sobbing in distress with each thrust up into her cunt. Blood and sperm streamed from between Iona’s legs. All the air was knocked out of her as she pounded her. "Oh, damn, this cunt can fuck!" the bandit said after rudely entering her, “She’s so tight.” The Redguard smiled and said, “I know. She’s such a good fuck.”

The two girls had a hell of a time raping Iona. “You have a pretty cute moan,” one of them ridiculed, “let me hear more of it.” Iona complied, moaning softly, but devoid of emotion. She no longer felt compelled to fight. She was utterly defeated. She couldn’t believe this was happening. All there was to do now was to please her captors. She didn’t want to die, but then again, she didn’t really want to go on living, either. Was she going to have this bastard’s child? Was she going to now be destitute for the rest of her life? She was filled with shame. “Can this be over?” she prayed, “I don’t know where I’ll go when I die, but anything has to be better than this.” The woman being serviced by her mouth moaned loudly, and holding her hair with both hands, climaxed into her mouth. Iona was surprised as thick, salty fluid filled her mouth. The enchantment on the dildos even gave the women the ability to “come,” spraying thick warm fluid in place of semen. The female bandit forced her to swallow her come, just as the Redguard had done.

While she was being fucked from behind, with her face basically kissing the floor and her ass high in the air, she began to feel something stirring in her loins. A strong sensation, threatened to come to the surface and explode. She realized she was getting close to coming. It wouldn’t be the first time she had orgasmed. At home, while she was still living with her parents, she masturbated quite frequently, a close friend named Vilja having shown her how. In her mind, she remembered that moment when she was about 15-years-old. “You know,” a teenage Vilja said, “I’ve heard from a certain someone that at night, she rubs a certain spot on her...well, you-know-where, and it makes her feel really good.” Iona didn’t believe her, and kept on telling her she was bluffing. Vilja told her to try it out at night if she didn’t believe her. Iona did so that night, and nearly wet the bed. She had to cover her mouth from crying out and waking her parents. She did it again the next night, and the next. She would frequently run around the house naked, rubbing herself when she knew her parents would be away for a while, after ensuring no one would see her from any open windows, of course.

“Oh no,” she thought, “Please no! I don’t want to have an orgasm because of these monsters. I can’t give them the pleasure of knowing they made me come. Please, I’m not a whore - I’m not enjoying this!” Even as she thought this, her pussy clamped up. Her captor felt this through the dildo, and began to pump faster and faster, hitting her g-spot with each stroke. She moaned with each thrust, and her body tensed up. She tried in vain to hold it in, and even though she was in severe pain from the rough, forced spreading of her interior, she still felt it deep inside of her, and it would not be denied. “I think someone’s about to come,” the bandit said, making everyone gather around and clap and hoot. “Is the little girl going to come and wet herself?” the bandit taunted. “Go..to..hell,” Iona said in between thrusts. The bandit picked up the pace and that is when Iona lost control. Her body arched and she exploded in ecstasy. The orgasm was prolonged because the bandit was still fucking her, but she, too, also climaxed and spilled her load into her.  She couldn’t believe that her rapist had made her come. Her pussy clenched involuntarily inside of her, and squeezed the bandit’s last remaining juices. She exited her snatch, come leaking out. Iona rolled on the ground with her hands holding her pussy. She was crying from the pain.

They all took turns on her, doing every devious thing they could think of. They did such terrible things to her. She begged for mercy...but received none. Her body - her virgin body - became their plaything, their toy, to do what they wanted and to fulfill their perverted desires on. It all became a blur to Iona at that point. She didn’t even know how much time had passed. Hours? Days? Weeks? It no longer mattered. Her life was over. The Redguard mounted her again, and she lay there almost motionless. “Please, just kill me already,” Iona pleaded while lying prostrate on the ground, her voice barely above a whisper. “Not yet,” replied the Redguard, then smiling said, “I’m going to split your back-door open. I’m going to make you cry.” “Nooo…” Iona protested, which sounded more like a whine.

“Hey,” the sadistic Redguard said, “At least I’m not putting my spunk into your cooch. You said you didn’t want to get pregnant.” With that, he propped up Iona’s ass and spread her cheeks apart, exposing to the cold air her anus. Iona braced herself for the impending impalement on her other not-to-be-virgin hole. He spit on her butthole and played with it with his fingers. New sensations made Iona lurch forward, trying to get away from the intense sensations. She knew that in a moment that she would be trying to escape for a completely different sensation, but didn’t have any energy left to fight him. She was going to be raped in the ass, too. There was no place that wasn’t going to be invaded, including her mind. She closed her eyes, and sobbed, letting fresh tears roll down her cheeks. She could do nothing. This supposed warrior could do nothing to save herself. How was she supposed to protect others? Nakedness intensified her vulnerability, and her lips trembled in forced submissiveness.

She felt a hard object poking at her backdoor, and knew the time had come. She tried to relax as much as she could. Pain ran up her spine as the bastard shoved his cock up her ass. She screamed as the pain was nothing like she had yet felt. “Oh, gods! Stop!” she pleaded. The bandit assfucked her hard, and her screams were horrible to hear. “You’re crying already? It isn’t even all the way in yet,” he said, laughing at her. Her sphincter started to twitch as he pumped through her tender passage. The bandit smashed his massive cock against her again and again, each time spreading her out even further. She felt battered and beaten, as she was fucked while lying in a puddle of come. “Oh, my gods! Stop fucking me like that!! It’s too deep! I can feel it in my stomach! Pull it out! Pull it ooouuuut…,” she screamed and sobbed as she was violated in a way she didn’t even think was possible. She could barely cry out between gasps. Bandit plunged it up her backside, making her entire body shake. “Cry for me! I want to hear you screaming!” the bandit said, thrusting harder. She was unable to stop the bandit’s rabid pounding as she screamed. “Oh, gods, you’re so tight, slut!” he groaned, “I’m going to come, baby!” She shuddered as her sphincter contracted around the bandit’s thing at the sensation of each spurt of come. Finally, he extracted himself from her slowly, her anus gaped open as a result of his relentless assault. Excess semen squirted out of Iona’s used passages and dribbled down her legs. Soon afterwards she passed out.

Chapter 8 - On the Way to Helgen

Meanwhile, a rickety caravan carrying rather dangerous cargo wound its way towards its final destination: Helgen. A Nord named Cerci woke up bleary-eyed. “Where..? Where the hell am I?” she asked around her in alarm. She had been slumped over, passed out. Her head was pounding. She tried to put her hand on her head, and realized that she had her wrists tied together. “Hey,” said a fellow Nord named Ralof, “You're finally awake? We were just talking about where we were all from. Sorry that you got caught with the rest of us. We've tried to tell them that you weren't with us, but they captured you anyway. You and that horse thief over there.” The horse thief looked cross at Ralof. “You damn Stormcloaks!” he cursed, “Empire was nice and lazy before you guys showed up. Me and that horse could have been long gone by now. Thanks, assholes!” He turned to the man sitting adjacent to him. Not only were his hands bound, but he was securely gagged, as well. “And who's this dickhead?” the crude man demanded. Ralof almost got out of his seat. “Watch your tongue before I tear it out of your throat!” he snarled, “You are before greatness that the likes of you could never be counted worthy of sitting before! That is Jarl Ulfric Stormcloak, the true High King!” The thief looked at Ulfric in amazement. “Ulfric??” he said, stunned, “The leader of the rebellion? Oh, gods! If they captured you...where the hell are they taking us?” His question was soon answered as one of the guards was overheard saying, “General Tullius, we're nearing Helgen.” The General went to greet some high elves, supposedly ambassadors of the Thalmor. They began to argue. “Thalmor bitch,” Ralof spat at her, “I don't doubt they're here along with these Imperial whores! Oh, well. To Sovngarde!”

The caravan stopped and its passengers were unloaded. Lists were pulled out and the prisoners were told to sound off on their identity - except for Ulfric, of course, for obvious reasons, but everyone should have already known who he was. “Ralof,” he said, “proud son of Skyrim! And this is High King Ulfric Stormcloak, who you Imperial bastards didn't even give fair trial to. Too much to ask for, right? All of Skyrim would have found out, then.” “Silence!” shouted the Imperial captain, “I have no problems gagging you, too! You there, step forward!” She pointed to the thief, who was panicking and protesting his innocence, insisting that he and Cerci were to be let go. “Hey,” Ralof said to him, “Want to get to Sovngarde? Face your death with a little courage, and stop being a pussy.” “No,” he insisted, “You've got it all wrong! I'm not with them! I...I won't just stand here and die!” He took off and the captain signaled the archers, who expertly shot a couple of arrows into his back. He hit the dirt and slid, his last breaths escaping him. “Who else feels like running?” the captain challenged. Hadvar, her lieutenant, shook his head. “Another senseless death,” he said mournfully, “why do they always run? Wait...you there, step forward. Who are you?” Cerci stepped up to them and said, “My name is Cerci, and I'm a native from Skyrim. You bastards just indiscriminately captured me and now I'm in this fucking hellhole. Do I look like I'm wearing Stormcloak gear?? Of course not, you blind fools! I demand to be released at once!”

“Don't talk to me like that, scum!” the captain spat. Hadvar looked concerned. “Captain,” he said, “she's not on the list. She's not wanted by the Empire…” The captain disdainfully said, “Ah, forget the list, she goes to the block with the rest of these traitors.” “What??!” Cerci exclaimed, “Why you...if I had my hands free, I'd be wringing your neck!” The captain paid her no mind. “Ca-captain,” Hadvar said, clearly in distress, “What has she done wrong? We can't just kill an innocent person…” The captain glared at Hadvar. She said flatly, “Don't question my orders.” Hadvar looked down at the ground, then looked gloomily at Cerci, and said sadly, “I'm so sorry. I'll make sure you get a proper burial. At least you died in your home.” Cerci looked at him, and gave him a slight smile. “I appreciate you trying,” she said. General Tullius addressed Ulfric directly. “Jarl Ulfric,” he said, “Some here would call you a hero. That's not what I would call you. A hero doesn't use something like the Voice to murder his king and usurp his throne. This little rebellion of yours is over! Once we execute you, no one will remember you. The Empire will then restore the peace that this civil war has robbed from the citizens of this land. Captain, proceed!” The captain gave the order to read the prisoners their last rites. The first Stormcloak was led to the block, and his head freely rolled around moments later. People cheered.  “As fearless in death, as he was in life,” Ralof said, saluting his fallen brother as best he could. The captain pointed to Cerci to be executed next.

“I'll see you in hell!” Cerci yelled at the captain. “Not before you,” the captain replied, shoving her towards her impending doom. Cerci was roughly pushed down onto the block, and the headsman raised his axe. It was then they all heard a flapping noise. Everyone looked around. The general exclaimed, “What in the hell is that thing?” and pointed to something in the sky. It was then that Cerci saw it. It landed on the tower behind the headsman, who was getting ready to sever her head from her neck. Cerci couldn't believe her eyes. “Dragon!” cried one of the Imperial guards. The headsman dropped his axe and turned around to see it. It was black all over, with thick armored scales and huge wings. It was then that the dragon opened its mouth and “shouted.” In an instant, the clouds began forming and churning, and balls of fire came raining down from the sky. Everyone fled for cover.

Chapter 9 - Goodness Gracious, Great Balls of Fire

The scene at Helgen was pure chaos, as fires erupted all over the small fort. Burnt bodies were strewn about as the dragon laid siege to it, smoke and fire billowing out of its mouth like a volcano. Ralof grabbed Cerci roughly by the back of the neck. “Time to go, girl!,” he yelled as he pulled her off the block, “The gods won't give us another chance!” She ran as fast as she could, hands still bound in front of her. Ralof, Ulfric and Cerci all ran into a tower for shelter. Once inside, Ralof said to Ulfric incredulously, “Was that thing an actual dragon??” Ulfric looked at him and replied, “What else could it be, friend? Whatever it was, it saved our asses, but we'll need to find a way out of here and regroup.” Turning to Cerci, he said, “And who's this? Are you with us?” Ralof vouched for her, “I'll take care of her, boss. Now, let's get moving. We may need to head to the roof. At the very least, we will have a higher vantage point as to find the quickest means of escape - even if it means that we temporarily are exposed in the open.”

Ulfric agreed that the risk was worth it, and they all ran up the winding stairs. They never made it to the top, as the dragon's snout burst through the wall, blocking the way to the top. Everyone jumped back, all except for one unfortunate Stormcloak soldier who was instantly crushed to death from debris. It breathed fire into the space, enveloping everything inside in intense heat. After the dragon had left to attack other parts of the fort, and the heat had dissipated, Ralof instructed Cerci to jump out of the hole made by the dragon. Down below, there was a small wooden building. The fall wouldn't be too great, and she could jump from there, land on the roof, and find her way to the ground. Cerci gulped and looked at Ralof. He said, “You don't have a choice. We will find some other way out, but this is the safest option for you. Now go!”

Cerci jumped from the hole and landed on the roof - which gave way and she crashed into the second floor. She groaned as her ass landed on the ground. She fortunately was, however, uninjured, and she got up and bolted for the stairs to the first floor. The building had been partially destroyed, and there was a hole leading to the first floor. Cerci jumped down and went out of the exit.

Once outside, she saw Imperial soldiers, including Hadvar, trying to fight off the dragon. An Imperial soldier was pinned down by debris, and the dragon blasted him with fire, his own son narrowly escaping his father's fate ad he ran to safety into the arms of another soldier. Hadvar spotted Cerci, and said, “Whoa, prisoner, you are still alive? Good, we could use the manpower - now, stick by me if you want to remain that way.”

Cerci didn't like the thought of following soldiers from an empire that nearly cut off her head, but having no other alternative, decided to follow them through the small village. Hadvar called out suddenly, “Everyone against the wall!” A moment later the dragon landed hard on top of the stone wall, the claws extending from its wings mere feet from where Cerci was cowering, body pressed firmly against the wall. The dragon left and the soldiers made their way out into the open, where several split up to aid their fellow brethren. Hadvar grabbed Cerci and he led her towards the keep. At the entrance to the keep, Ralof showed up, Ulfric and some of his men not far behind. Hadvar yelled at him angrily, “Ralof, you damned traitor! Get out of my way!” Ralof pointed a sword at Hadvar and said, “Your fort is burning down, Imperial, and we are getting out of here. You won't be stopping us this time!” Hadvar didn't have time to fight both the Stormcloaks and the dragon and so he had to flee into the keep. Before doing so he said, “Fine! I hope that dragon takes you all to Sovngarde!” He motioned for Cerci to follow, and, without waiting for a confirmation from her, ran into the keep. Cerci couldn't move. She was petrified. Ralof approached her and grabbed her by her bound wrists. They both entered a different part of the keep.

Once inside, Ralof cut Cerci's bounds. She rubbed her wrists, which had some rope burn. Considering that she just faced a dragon, it was very minor. They headed into the next room. Ulfric said, “We need to find a way out of here. Do you see a key anywhere?” They checked the body of a dead Stormcloak. Which turned up nothing. Ralof instructed her to take his gear, as it will serve her more. She undressed his dead body, taking his boots, helmet, axes, bracers, and cuirass. As she took his pants off, she could see the outline of his soft cock through his loincloth. She blushed as it shifted position as she struggled to take them off. She then went into the other room and changed, seeing as there were two men in that room and was only wearing prisoners clothes. She wasn’t wearing any underwear. She put on the uniform. Not too bad, although it felt a little loose. But, beggars can’t be choosers. After she got out, Ralof and Ulfric had just found a switch and they pulled it. The door lifted open and they heard voices coming from the other side. “Imperials!” Ralof said, “Take cover! Let’s ambush them.”

Everyone hid, and the Imperial captain and a couple of guards went into the room. They were taken completely by surprise. The first guard through the gate was sliced down the back as he yelled in pain. The captain then swung her sword at Ralof, who dodged it effortlessly. The other guard attacked Cerci, who wielded her axe. They heard a “shout” and when they both looked, the captain was on the ground, shield and sword sprawled on the ground. “Captain!” the guard said, “Hang on!” He swung wildly at Cerci, who parried most of his attacks. The Stormcloak armor did a good job at absorbing the rest, while keeping her mobile. Cerci cleaved the axe into his left shoulder as he had his weapon lowered after a swing. He yelled in pain and she sliced his throat. He fell to the ground. Everyone turned their attention to the captain, who was still stunned and attempting to recover. Cerci dropped her axe and began choking her. “I told you I would wring your neck, now didn’t I, bitch?” she said as she squeezed the wind out of her, trying to collapse her trachea. The captain reached up with her hands to Cerci’s face, trying to stop her. She left a deep scratch on the left side of her face near her jaw, and Cerci grunted in pain, but did not loosen her grip. The captain struggled to reach for her weapon, until Ralof stepped on her wrist. She tried to scream in pain but nothing came out. Finally, her body weakened and she went unconscious. Cerci picked up her sword and jammed it into the middle of her chest. She then dropped her Stormcloak helmet and took the helmet off of her. “Little souvenir,” Cerci said, as the other two laughed, “Thanks for this.” Ulfric said, “Come on, no time to gloat now, we still need to get out of here before that dragon brings this whole thing down on our heads!” Finding a key on one of the bodies, they unlocked the gate and ran down the stairs.

They entered the fort’s kitchen area. Fresh ingredients were on the walls, on shelves and hanging from the ceiling. “Look over there! Stormcloaks! They’re trying to escape! Kill them!” said a couple of Imperial guards as they raised their weapons at them. The trio dispatched them quickly. Before leaving, Ralof had got basic supplies, as they didn't know who they would encounter next. They found potions stashed away in some barrels. Jackpot! They made their way down into the dungeon and saw the horrors of the torture room. “This...this is what they do our brothers and sisters,” lamented Ralof, “and they are supposed to be the ones who were “civilized.” Well, you are seeing the true face of the Empire for yourself now.” Cerci nodded her head and Ulfric said, “Pfft. This doesn't surprise me. Would you be surprised knowing this from a government who would mass murder a group of people without trial? Come, let us move from this fowl place.” After assisting their brothers defeat the last remaining Imperials in the area, they entered a cave area.

The Imperials were there waiting, and Cerci had arrows pass by her head. She threw a dagger that she picked up at the dungeon at one guard and it stuck right below his sternum. The archer dropped his bow before hitting the ground, and she went to retrieve it. “There's Ulfric!” one of them said, “Kill him! Cut off the head of the snake!” A well placed shot from Cerci's newly acquired bow shut him up. She pulled the dagger from the guard's abdomen and tucked it away. Keeping her head low, she strafed to the left. Some Imperial archers had Ralof and Ulfric pinned down. She saw that above them were oil lanterns. She aimed carefully and shot the ropes holding them. They spilled oil and flames onto the floor. The guards went into hysterics as their clothes caught on fire. The momentary distraction gave Ulfric and Ralof the time they needed to rush in and put them down.

Ralof and Cerci went ahead to the next section, hoping to find the exit. A moment after Cerci had cleared the area, the roof gave way, blocking the way back and trapping those on the other side. “Ulfric!” Ralof yelled, “Are you guys alright?” Ulfric responded, “Never better. You two go on ahead, we will meet up later.” Ralof and Cerci nodded to each other and headed down some decrepit steps into a cave. This must have been the sewer system for the fort. Gross.

They made their way through the winding caves until they came across a brown bear. “A..a bear?” Cerci asked Ralof with her head cocked sideways, “Are you fucking serious? There's a bear here?” Ralof put a finger to his lips, “Shhhh shhhhh! It appears like she's sleeping. Why don't we try to sneak by?” The two snuck very silently around the bear. Cerci stepped on some water and her foot made a splash. Shit! Cerci cringed and looked at the bear, who was stirring. Both got out their weapons ready to fight. The bear went back to sleep. They both let out their breaths slowly and rushed out. There was the exit to the cave ahead. At the same time, in another place, unbeknownst to either of them, there was a woman cloaked in shadow who was watching their every movement from a divination bowl. She smiled an evil grin.

Once out of the cave, Ralof invited Cerci to go with him to Riverwood, where his uncle Hod lived. They would find a safe shelter there. He also said, “You know, we could really use someone like you in the Stormcloak army. With your talent, I think you would rise through the ranks in no time. I wouldn't have made it out of that place today if it wasn't for you.”