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Date: 2013-11-26 01:17 am (UTC)Another thing, I wanted to recorrect the racial preference of the male DB and NPCs - I want them to be either Man and/or Mer. For female DBs I want them to be Mer or Beast (just to have more variety in dominatig Elves and Beast folk).
Have fun!~
Misfire - "Delivering Vengence" - Note and Tags
Date: 2014-01-12 11:47 pm (UTC)I had uploaded this story before but since I didn’t get confirmation from the Anon of Elayne, to use her for the sequel, I had to ask the Mod to remove it; I had realised my mistake as a fellow Anon had pointed out to me about uploading the story without getting a positive response from the Anon of Elayne. I’ve upload this again with my own made-up character – which is based off of Elayne but different in characterisation.
I will be slow in uploading chapters but at least I am committed to this, I promise you readers that.
Well, enjoy.
Tags – race: Imperial, race; Dunmer, race: Bosmer, race: Nord, race: Breton, race: Orc, kink: Dom, kink: torture, kink: gore, kink: humiliation, kink: tentacles, kink: forced orgasms, kink: double penetration, kink: oral, kink: anal, kink: toys, kink: revenge, kink: non-con
Misfire - Delivering Vengence (1a/?)
Date: 2014-01-12 11:53 pm (UTC)A large, ominous vortex appears behind the Orc and Imperial. A Destruction Mage Dremora, unusually dressed in fine clothes, smiles menacingly at the stunned naked men readying an extraordinary staff in the form of a wicked rose. He casted the otherworldly staff’s power conjuring another vortex that formed at the spread feet of his bounded master.
A heavy armoured Dremora Markynaz appeared in front of the Nordic cult leader, dwarfing him by being two heads taller and vastly bulkier in body weight. The tribal tattooed Nord fell backwards in shock, absolute horror claiming his ashen face that held cold impassiveness moments ago. The fear-invoking creature roared with rage and was delighted at the terror-stricken mortals, all scattering away from the Oblivion visitor, crying out in terror.
What the Dremora does next is out of his ordinary routine of slaughtering enemies for its conjurer. Its dark skinned hands were alight with silver and green magicka, casting the charged spell over the first five cultists then entrapping the last four with nets of sticky but tough green-black webs that can entrap a full-grown Mammoth. As for the cult leader, the Dremora chuckles darkly whilst kicking him onto one of the struggling masses of ensnared cultists.
The finely dressed Dremora enters the circle. He kneels down by Livia’s hands to incinerate the rope around her wrists and ankles without burning her flesh. As any gentleman would do he helped his master sit up then steadied her as she shakily rose to stand.
Livia reaches for her short neck. Her fingers touched and inspected a fitted leather collar. After removing it and with further examination the Imperial discovers a potent speech suppressing enchantment tied to the collar. Clever, she internally complimented on the foresight of her rapists. Impressed but sickened.
The Dremora Butler handed her a soft and warm woollen cloak, fussing with the adjustment of the clasp after she puts it on. The Imperial was amused at her Secret Servant’s mother-hen behaviour but nods her thanks to the polite Dremora.
The woman turns to scan over the bounded men. Her expression becomes solemn and impassive as she takes in the sight of her petrified rapists. She clocks the newest recruits she does not recognise from her first rape by the same cultists that are currently present. She especially recognised the tattooed Nord; her first rapist and father of her children.
The empowered Dragonborn approaches the said man.
He is perplexed and stunned at her ability to summon without readying a summoning spell. The Imperial smirks smugly at the Nord. One of the virtues of obtaining the conjuring spells from the Untold Legends is being granted the ability to simply will the summoning; no physical gestures needed whatsoever.
She allowed herself to take in her surroundings. They were based in some backdrop of another ancient and completely devastated Nordic ruin of sorts. There were magnificent, great stone arches that towered a few meters before her. The only other remains were crumbling alcoves, the weather-beaten stone floor and a steady stone throne stationed in front of still-standing fragments of walls behind her; they protected her, the Dremoras and the cult from the worst of the winds whipping in from the north-east. Livia surveyed the countryside below and concludes that she was still somewhere in the south of Skyrim.
She stood before her Dremora subjects and the restrained, tensed sitting cultists
Misfire - Delivering Vengeance (1b/?)
Date: 2014-01-13 12:01 am (UTC)"You should all be congratulating yourselves. I sincerely mean it, as you all have introduced me to such a "welcoming" and "lovely" group that's dedicated to me - I'm so flattered. I’m even more so by how you all wish to give me a second round of your hospitality. Oh, but I don't wish to be greedy. Instead I'd thought I would gladly return the favour for those of you who were so rigorous in your treatment bestowed upon me." She looked lovingly around the terror-stricken men, some sniffling knowing what's to come. The Imperial's stare falls last on the cult leader, eying him assuredly of what she will say next to his brethren.
"You all should be thanking your leader. You should all thank the man who has invited you all here tonight. You should all be flattered that this man had selected you all to help him in his conquest of impregnating me. The very man who has leaded you all to your fate of being rewarded the wrath of a Dragon! The very man who made you all foolishly believed that this Dragon would fall to the same trick of being defiled over and over! NO, YOU ARE ALL SADLY MISTAKEN!" She ferociously declared, staring enrage at the cowering men. Their heads were down with their metaphoric tails between their legs. The Bosmer pissed himself. How delightful.
"But I am still rather merciful to those of you who have not caused me such pain and shame… as of yet. Thirius, release the Altmer and the redheaded Breton." She ordered her Dremora servant, bowing to his mortal master and saunters towards the nearest web entangled men. He easily tore a section of the otherworldly snare and grabbed the new recruits. The Dremora hauled them to their knees, their backs to the night shrouded forests of Skyrim facing towards their prosecutor.
"Now, we both know what your intentions are regarding your presence here. It's solely for pleasure now, isn't it? However, you two are excluded from the punishment I will administer to your seniors. So you both earn the award to spend your afterlife in the Void - serving for Sithis." Livia allowed her sentence of their fate to sink in. The two men were alive with dread and terror albeit with some relief, understanding they have escaped a crucial punishment by the skin of their teeth.
"Let's send you two off in a grand exit; just for me to demonstrate my power to your brethren." The Imperial grinned then intakes air to fill out her lungs. The two kneeling cult members gawked in morbid wonder. A heavy quilt of silence fell upon the crowd of nervous and anticipating spectators.
"FUS RO DAH!" The Dragonborn bellowed out her famous thu'um.
Strong ripples of blue magicka thundered throughout the air, carrying obliterated bloody chunks of flesh and organs in its wake. The cascades of blood and gore smite the captivated men. The aftershock of the blood staining the men's skin had caused uproar of raw horror; a fine choir of despair was performed by the cultists. The Markynaz's gruesome rumblings of laughter add to the mix of the music playing for the Dragonborn and her Daedric audience; who were pleasantly sitting at home within their realms of Oblivion, tuning in to the awaited event on Mundus held by their shared Champion.
Livia was pleased by her opening of the night-long performance she has planned for her defilers.
"Now, let's begin."
This was going to be good.
Misfire - D.V. (2a/?)
Date: 2014-01-13 12:14 am (UTC)Molag-Bal was right - it did felt good dominating the weak and worthless.
Livia hummed with content. She glanced casually down at the bobbing head of the Imperial between her bare thighs, doing (“Oh!”) such a splendid service indeed. Who's the willing whore now?
She looked over to her Servant, pleasured by the skinny Breton's virgin passage. The scrawny wee thing was weeping in fear and thinly veiled pleasure.
Thirius and his master were also being entertained by his summoned masses of altered tentacles, mercilessly defiling the Dunmer and Bosmer. He waved his hand, making a twisting gesture, causing the Bosmer to cry out in trill anguish at the twinned drilling of his torn, bleeding rectum.
The Dunmer was currently caught between choking and breathing raggedly around the long putrid tentacle invading his gullet. You can see it inflating and deflating within the confines of the man's bulging grey throat. The black-green abomination pumped some foul substance into the poor bastard's stomach, his usually taut belly gradually swelling in grotesque size.
Meanwhile, the Orc was being continuously pleasured by slender tentacles, stroking his impressively large cock and stimulating his prostate. He was weeping over the pain of his over-sensitive genitalia and internal erogenous spot, generating too much intense pleasure to bear. It was all too overwhelming and shameful for him. Wonderful.
The sadistic Nord, Hakaul, was being repeatedly battered to a bloody pulp then healed through high levelled restoration magicka by the Markynaz. There was a monstrously thick and long Dwemer designed dildo embedded within his arse; it has temperature settings between being ice-spike cold to fire-bolt hot. The warrior Dremora had the control over the settings of the torture instrument. The mortal will live and endure, for sure.
The tattooed Nord, however, was untouched and left out from the nightmarish activities. He watched in horror and bared his sorrow for his brothers. They, however, glared back at him with disdain. The Orc and Bosmer spat occasional insults at him; what was most exhilarating was how Hakaul, his right-hand man, literally spat bloody grog at him. The other Nord called him names filled with utter hatred and blame under the two moons whenever his jaw was not shattered.
This was what truly struck the man. Hearing it from the one person he clearly thought of more and above the other males of the cult. The tattooed Nord finally dropped the last curtain concealing his emotions, now freely on show for all to see; the devastation, guilt and self-shame.
It was a breath-taking sight for the Dragonborn.
A sight she painted in her fantasy of vengeance; the reality of it out-besting the glorious dream that had entertained her hours and hours on end.
Misfire - Delivering Vengeance (2b/?)
Date: 2014-01-13 12:25 am (UTC)The Dragonborn climaxed with a triumphant shout.
Her muscled thighs trembled and threatened to snap the male Imperial’s neck – or even crush his face for all she cared. Gushes of her come splashed against the man’s weathered face, dribbling down and soaking the stone floor beneath them. Livia sighed softly, her hips rolling gently as she rides out the last of her blissful release.
Her sex slave was hungrily lapping up her bittersweet cream. She pets his head, as a master would do to a dog. The Imperial should hand his soul over to Nocturnal; he has a talented tongue after all. The Daedric Prince would surely be grateful of her gift. If not, the Champion would be sure the other Daedra would be interested.
As he was cleaning her neither regions, her ear perked at the laboured breathing to her left. She turned to see her Dremora Butler gaining speed and strength in his thrusts, ruthlessly slamming into the deflowered hole of his slave. The Breton panted beneath, losing himself to the pleasurable invasion of his arse. Thirius was taking sadistic delight in the cultist’s surrender to him, smacking a pale buttock and muttering dark things into the mewling man’s ear. The Dragonborn chuckles at the submissive role her defiler has been forced into. She was most thrilled at the fact that he began to enjoy being raped and humiliated by a Dremora.
The Daedric Prince of Domination and Rape would be proud.
Livia looked over her masterpieces. The one she was most proud of was the tattooed Nord’s. She had dragged him into a nightmare that will haunt him for the rest of his days – if he chooses to carry on living after this. The reason why she had excluded him from any physical torture is due to her assumption of him benefiting more from emotional torment. And she was right.
Besides forcing him to witness the horrors and humiliation his fellow rapists are going through, he would be faced with their abhorrence she had deliberately planted from the start.
The second would have to be Hakaul. Despite him being the only one, if in charge, would have spared her from the horrific ordeal due to his doubt of her young age and slim hips, he was the worst one to cause and enjoy her pain. He nearly chewed off her fucking breasts!
None of them were worthy for any pardon of mercy.
Re: Misfire - Delivering Vengeance (2b/?)
Date: 2014-01-18 01:36 am (UTC)Anyway, I'm here for the ride, Anon! <3
Re: Misfire - Delivering Vengeance (2b/?)
Date: 2014-01-19 06:46 pm (UTC)Oh that's cool, I had been worried about you and the others finding it. :-)
At the moment I'm having a bit of a writer's block and have been feeling depressed about the world, recently. Just to help me with my dampened mood, I've been writing lighter and tastefully erotic one-shots - that should help me get back on my feet and return to writing D.V.
Thank you so much for still being interested and following the story! ^^
Re: Misfire - Delivering Vengeance (2b/?)
Date: 2014-01-23 12:46 pm (UTC)Re: Misfire - Delivering Vengeance (2b/?)
Date: 2014-01-24 04:09 pm (UTC)I've completed a steamy-kissing fill featuring Athis and another F!Breton PC.
I can't put in the link due to skm's bloody setting! >(
Main tags are Athis, F!PC, kink: substance, Breton, Dunmer.
Hope you enjoy it~