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Slavery in Skyrim (TW for non-con in prompt)
Date: 2013-08-04 11:50 pm (UTC)Are certain races, such as the Argonians, unfairly targeted in the slave trade and are others highly prized?
Do the Companions keep slaves, are they hired to track down and return those who escaped?
Does the Thieves Guild work in trafficking them?
Does the College of Winterhold keep slaves or enchant special slave collars that prevent slaves who wear them from disobeying their masters?
Do the Imperials and the Stormcloaks have different ideas on what should be done with slaves?
Does your Dragonborn oppose or embrace the slave trade?
Do they hire some strapping young man to clean their house?
A burly brainwashed guard to take care of their enemies?
Some elegant, educated person to tutor their children?
And finally, because this is the kink meme, do they buy some pretty young thing to fuck senseless every night?
Tell me what you think would happen if the slave trade were legal in Skyrim. :)
Re: Slavery in Skyrim (TW for non-con in prompt)
Date: 2013-08-05 03:09 am (UTC)OP here
Date: 2013-08-05 06:06 pm (UTC)Re: OP here
Date: 2013-08-09 07:43 pm (UTC)A Trip To The Market 1/?
Date: 2013-08-08 08:07 pm (UTC)char: M!DB, Farkas, Multiple OC's, Belethor,
race: Orsimer, Nord, Breton
Summary: Gharam and Farkas are happily married, and Gharam can provide everything Farkas needs except for one thing. Children of his own flesh and blood.
Gharam gro Nagorn was not what you would expect from an orc, especially not one of his stature and facial features. The scars and the broken tusk were useful for intimidation purposes of course, but when most people requested an audience with the Arch-Mage of the College of Winterhold, an eight foot tall orc was not who they were expecting to see. So it was with both relief and annoyance that Gharam declared that Tolfdir would now be handling the running of the College while he did important research with his family in Falkreath hold.
That had been two days ago, and Gharam was now approaching his mansion with a light heart as his horse ambled along beside him. He had designed his house himself, after wrangling extra land from Siddgeir (intimidation was a very useful skill) and he was now the proud owner of a mansion that put the Jarls longhouse to shame. He had three cellars, a greenhouse, an armoury, four bedrooms, three levels, a library, an enchanting tower, an alchemy room, a kitchen and more space than he could honestly use. He was quietly considering the feasibility of building his own brewery when Sofie and Hroar emerged from the house and spotted him.
"Papa!" Sofie yelled, and ran up to him, with Hroar close behind. Gharam laughed and picked them up with ease, twirling them around. They had been afraid of him at first but after a year of living with a werewolf father and an orc they'd grown used to the both of them. Hroar was reduced to a giggling mess who promptly fell on his backside when put down because of the spinning but Sofie just asked him why he was here.
"Tolfdir volunteered to run the College in my stead." Gharam said lightly. "I'll be staying here for the foreseeable future."
"That is good news." Farkas was leaning against a tree and watching them, but moved forward to embrace his husband when Gharam beckoned to him. "We should celebrate." And so they did, with enchanted daggers for the children and mead and food that Gharam was still devouring hours after Sofie and Hroar had been sent to their rooms.
"Gharam, we need to talk." Farkas was whittling. That was a bad sign. If he was using his hands while speaking it meant that he was uncomfortable with what he was about to say.
Gharam finished the last of his mead. "Of course. What is it?"
"I would like to buy some slaves to help with the upkeep of the estate, and protect the children while we are gone, and perhaps one to teach them." He sighed, and averted his eyes. "Neither of them can read and neither of us are any good at teaching."
"Of course." Gharam replied, relieved that this issue was so easily resolved. "Just give me a few days to design the collars and we'll head for Whiterun at once. You don't have to be so worried about slavery, you know my views on it. Skyrim isn't the only province with a functioning slave trade, you know."
"I also want children."
"We just sent our children to bed." Gharam responded.
"You know what I meant." Farkas' voice was patient and steady. "There is a chance that they will be born with my... affliction but I have never viewed it as a curse."
"That's not what I-"
"I married you. I love you. But you cannot give me children and this is something I desperately want, Gharam. If you say no, I will not bring it up again. I value you more than my wants, I cannot live without you." The intensity in Farkas' voice surprised Gharam, enough that he was silent for a few minutes.
"Do you want them to be Nords? It's hard to find Nord slaves in Skyrim." How could he deny his husband this?
Farkas' smile was relieved and he stopped whittling to look at Gharam's eyes. "I would be alright with a Breton."
"Very well. A guard, a teacher, and two servants, one of whom will double as a broodmare." He raised a finger before Farkas could speak. "I have one condition. The first time you take her, we will take her together."
"Of course." And so, chuckling and planning for the future, they went to bed.
A Trip To The Market 2/?
Date: 2013-08-08 09:28 pm (UTC)The first item they purchased was a Redguard with dark brown skin and tightly braided black hair who was almost as tall as Gharam himself. His name was listed as K'avar, and he accepted the collar around his neck as though it were an extension of his being, and obediently followed Gharam and Farkas as they searched for a tutor. They found one in a dark eyed Imperial woman named Leone who introduced herself with easy grace and did not move until the collar was placed around her slender neck.
"Next you want servants, yes? Any particular skills?" Belethor asked happily as he counted his coin.
"The female must be fertile and they must be able-bodied. Other than that, no." Gharam answered.
"Any particular race?" He gave them a sly look. "There are no Nords available-"
"Breton?"
"-but there is a particularly attractive young Breton I have, just got her yesterday with the most beautiful green eyes-"
"Let us see her." Gharam demanded.
The girl had a cell to her own, and unlike K'avar and Leone, she was dressed in rags. She flinched when Belethor grabbed her arm to haul her up. She did indeed have beautiful green eyes framed by straight black hair in a heart shaped face, but more important were her shapely hips. When Belethor dragged her shirt up to display her pert breasts she stiffened and looked at Gharam pleadingly. He ignored her and looked at Farkas. "Do you want her?"
"Yes." Farkas responded, lust evident in his voice.
"Then you shall have her. Her name?" Gharam asked Belethor.
"Sosia."
"Does she know sign speech?" The collars used for the house slaves were very constricting, removing even the ability to talk, though they could still make noises and communicate with their hands. Gharam had insisted on that. He didn't like listening to others at the best of times.
"No, but it is easily taught."
"We'll take her." And so Sosia became theirs. It took very little time to select a male dunmer named Casain as their second servant. Belethor, of course, charged them extra for the clothing they bought for them, and Gharam was significantly poorer when he left the slave market than when he arrived.
A Trip To The Market 3/?
Date: 2013-08-08 10:27 pm (UTC)"What's the matter?" He asked. Tears were pouring from Sosia's eyes. "You'll bruise her."
"She won't take off her clothes." Farkas responded, frustrated, before releasing Sosia's arm. "She's not broken in yet."
"So take them off yourself." Gharam said, pinching the bridge of his nose. "We can break her later, right now let's just fuck her and go to sleep." As Farkas tore off the slaves clothing with animalistic strength, Gharam removed his own robes and smallclothes until he stood naked in the room, his long and thick green member stiffening in spite of himself.
Together, they arranged her on the bed so she was on her knees, her cunt and her mouth easily accessible. Gharam held her while Farkas stripped. She was livestock, she was property and her pained whimper when Farkas sunk his cock, even thicker than Gharam's own, into her cunt was of no consequence. Slowly, as Farkas thrust himself deeper and deeper into her, he forced her jaw open, keeping a firm grip on her neck and pressing down on her windpipe whenever she tried to close her mouth. Precum was already dripping from his cock when he first placed the head into her warm, wet mouth and he groaned softly as he sank deeper.
"Fuck, she's tight." Farkas snarled, his grip on her hips tight and unrelenting.
Then, Gharam made a mistake. He looked down, and he saw the fear in her eyes and he saw the tears staining her face and he saw the way she wriggled and squirmed to get away. This is wrong. He thought briefly as she made muffled whimpering noises around his cock. Then, he grabbed her hair. Then, he shoved himself into her mouth until she was gagging. Then, he looked away and he gasped with pleasure as his heavy balls slapped against her chin. "This was a good idea."
It was a long, long time before either of them came, and when Gharam did he was pleased to see her swallow reflexively as his seed dribbled down her chin. Her face was stained with blood from where he'd pulled at her hair until the skin gave way, cum from his cock, and tears from her eyes.
"Do you want to go again?" Farkas asked him as he pulled out two stamina potions from a drawer next to him.
"Yes." Gharam replied softly, and he flipped her over and spread her asscheeks before plunging in again.
----
Sosia had never had a man in her before. Not before her uncle had sold her to these monsters, the man and the scarred orc. Now cum was leaking from her mouth and her ass and her pussy and her entire lower body was a dull ache, every muscle abused and overused. It had hurt, and she had tried to scream and beg but all that came out was garbled moaning. Now she lay on her stomach on the cold stone floor, limp and exhausted as the orc and the nord talked quietly.
"By the Divines Farkas, you're so loud. If the room wasn't already sealed against sound getting out you'd've woken up the entire hold." The orc said as he pulled his clothing on.
"You weren't exactly quiet yourself, Gharam." Farkas responded.
"Yes, well, if you'd been balls deep in her ass you would understand." And they both laughed. "Clean her up, or have some fun with her. Your choice." He left the room.
A Trip To The Market 4/?
Date: 2013-08-08 10:33 pm (UTC)----
It took Casain only two days to come up with a plan of escape. The orc mage thought he was clever but he was no match for a dunmer, and the runes he'd built to keep the collars activated were flawed and rushed. On Solstheim he would have been laughed at and Casain had almost deactivated the collar after a mere two weeks with the aid of a petty soul gem and a rusted nail when the door to the cellar was opened and the orc dropped the breton in. "Get her a place to sleep, elf." He let the cellar door close with a thump, but not before he'd assured his burly husband that Casain could do nothing to her, he was a eunuch after all.
As the children ran about upstairs, Casain lit the torch (another luxury he'd been afforded and proof that the orc had never owned a slave before) and gazed down at the breton with frustration. Escaping while another slave watched him was difficult. Can you understand me? He signed to her. She did not respond. She had a black eye, and blood stained her face. Casain sighed irritably and got to his feet. The furs were easy enough to arrange but she would not move even when he impatiently pointed to them. He sighed again and walked over to her, hauling her up. She yelped as her shirt was lifted up and Casain froze at what it revealed.
He lifted up her shirt with his free hand, exposing her breasts and causing her to yelp again. She was bruised and bloody and covered with bite marks. Some were caused by a human mouth, others had marks that could only be caused by the tusks of an orc, and a third type of bite mark with too many teeth. He grabbed the band of her trousers, intending to check for more on her legs but she elbowed him in the face and stumbled backward. I'm a eunuch, I'm not going to rape you. She wouldn't stop shaking so he sighed and dropped his own trousers, letting her see the scar where his genitals should have been. Her eyes widened, and she looked at him, horrified. Then she slowly reached down and pulled up one pant leg, revealing a large and still bleeding bite mark that could have only been given by one creature.
Gently, he led her over to her makeshift bed, and gently he offered her an apple he'd stolen from the kitchens. Then he sat down next to her. Do you realize what this means? He signed at her, not caring that she couldn't understand. I can't escape. I've never had to deal with a werewolf before. And then he put his head in his hands and burst into tears.
A Trip To The Market 5/?
Date: 2013-08-09 01:42 am (UTC)----
It had been four months since Gharam had left for Solstheim and six since they had purchased their slaves when Miraak finally lay dead at his feet. Three days later, he was home. His family greeted him with enthusiasm, and Gharam briefly noted with pleasure the additions Leone had added to the house, the security measures K'avar had set up, and the cleanliness of his house. He sat, exhausted and smiling as Hroar sat on his knee and read aloud to him from a book of myths, and he congratulated Sofie on her wobbly candlelight spell with genuine pride in his heart. There was no Farkas though. The Companions had other business to attend to, and Farkas would not be back for three days.
He tried not to let his nervousness show, devoting time instead to teaching Hroar how to swim and Sofie how to fish, and flinching when they asked about his new scars. But there were outbursts that he could barely control. The bloodrage came about him briefly when Casain slipped and dropped a plate. He had almost killed the elf before he realized his hands were around Casain's throat, and so, disturbed by his own actions, he locked himself in his room and meditated the days away until the night Farkas entered.
Farkas asked for no explanations. Farkas knew what he needed, and he'd fucked Gharam in every way he could before falling asleep. Gharam lay awake for a few more moments, thoughts of Hermaeus Mora whirling in his head. Then he thought of Sosia, and he thought of a way out.
The next day, Gharam and Farkas inspected Sosia in the cellar. She was huge and swollen with child, and she stood obediently against the wall as Gharam pressed his glowing hands to her belly. "Twins. Probably boys." He declared finally.
"Shall we celebrate?" Farkas asked with a roguish grin, and Gharam noticed for the first time the shackles installed on the wall. Sosia might be able to be shackled there, if she stood on her toes.
"You know, I've never had her cunt before. I think I might sample it." And Gharam smiled back, and did not tell Farkas what he was planning.
----
Casain was, selfishly, foolishly glad that Gharam was back, even as the bruises around his neck deepened. He didn't think he could take Farkas' cock anymore, though that was undoubtedly what Sosia was doing right now. The werewolf and his household had grown excessively violent towards the two house servants, as they slowly got used to the heirarchy of slavery. K'avar and Leone were trusted, valuable and not to be abused. They were almost like people. Casain and Sosia were barely more than livestock. That was how it had always worked and that was why Farkas fucked him so violently, and why Sosia was valued only for her womb and her breasts.
It took him until midnight to complete his tasks, and for ten minutes he collected a strange purple flower that had begun to grow in the corner of the greenhouse. There were ways to deal with werewolves.
Then he descended into the cellar, expecting to find Sosia curled up in a miserable ball in the corner. He'd saved an apple for her, since she hadn't appeared in the kitchen for supper. Instead he found Gharam nursing a mug of ale, and he felt Farkas's hand descend on his shoulder. Sosia was naked and shackled to the wall, bleeding and bruised with her legs shaking. There was something embedded in her pussy. "Look who I've got here." Farkas said, shoving Casain forward. He reeked of alcohol.
Gharam looked at him, then at Sosia, and Casain thought of what a fool he was to be glad that this monster was anywhere near him. "Get on your knees, elf." So he wanted his cock sucked then. Casain had almost prepared himself for that when Gharam got up, walked over to Sosia and wrenched the vibrating object out of her. He got a glimpse of something metallic and phallus shaped before he was dragged to his feet. "What're you doing Farkas?"
A Trip To The Market 6/?
Date: 2013-08-09 02:03 am (UTC)"The dwemer were a terribly inventive people." Gharam told him as spasms of pain wracked his lower body. "I can, for example, lower the temperature on this until it's below freezing or I could burn you from the inside out." He lowered his head to whisper in Casain's ear. "Or I could shove this between that hole in your legs and make a woman out of you if you don't start suckling. Your choice."
Tears were streaming down Casain's face as he fastened his lips around Sosia's nipple and began to suck. She was lactating already and the more milk he drew from her nipple, the more tolerable the machine in his ass became. After what seemed like an unbearably long time, Farkas wrenched his head down, kicking the back of his knees so he had no choice but to kneel. "Now make her scream, boy." Casain had never done this before. Casain had never been this weak before, as he sucked and licked and closed his eyes and desperately wished she would open her mouth and scream already so that this would be over for both of them and he realized as he thought that that she was already making as much noise as she could, that her collar wouldn't let her scream, that the strangled moans he was eliciting were all she could do. Farkas put his foot on the back of Casain's head and forced his face deeper into Sosia's abused pussy.
It was almost an hour before Gharam unceremoniously removed the artificial phallus and he was allowed to scramble back to the opposite wall, weeping like a child. They threw the key to her shackles at him and left. It took him fifteen minutes to get to his feet and unlock her restraints. I'm sorry. He signed at her as he helped her clean herself, as he helped her dress, as he wept and made a terrible, childish keening sound. I'm sorry I'm sorry I'm sorry I'm sorry and gently she pulled his hands apart and clung to his chest, shaking like a leaf in the wind as he put his arms around her and hugged her with all his might. They would sleep like that, curled up in a corner, afraid and sore, for the rest of their time in Gharam gro Nagorn's household.