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Part 3 : Consequences

Part 3 of the Argonian's Revenge series. Almost finished, part 4 coming soon.

Rishka held the younger male against the side of the building, his length buried deep inside him as he emptied his seed into the males bowels. He held the males neck in his mouth, his fangs having broken the skin, the taste of copper in his mouth. He could smell the blood as it drooled past the edges of his mouth and dripped slowly onto the boys exposed skin.

The boy whimpered, having no more tears to cry as he felt the liquid heat fill him from within, his throat hoarse from the amount of begging for the kahjiit to stop. All the begging had just seemed to encourage him further. He sobbed a bit, pressed up against the side of the building with the naked feline pressed against him from behind.

Rishka slowly pulled his fangs from the boys neck, two trickles of blood started to drool down the boys shoulder as he licked his lips. The taste of copper didn't deter him as he pulled

himself out of the boys fucked ass.

The boy chanced a look over his shoulder, feeling the kahjiit's hard length exit his behind with a soft and wet slurping sound as ribbons of feline cum began to leak down the insides of his thighs. For a moment, he thought it was over, that he had endured the worst of what was going to happen. A scream was heard nearby, followed by drunken laughter. When he saw the look in Rishka's eyes, he felt whatever strength he had left drain away completely.

"You are pathetic" Rishka said as he let go of the boy. With no strength left, he slumped to the ground, feeling his naked body shiver into a quivering heap. The bigger feline bent over and pulled his pants back up his muscled legs, his gaze never leaving the pitiful sight of the boy he had just raped. He adjusted his belt and buckled it into place as he looked down at his victim.

"All that crying. And you call yourself a warrior. You're not even a decent lay" he said with a snarl as he looked down with disgust at the boy. The boy just curled up in a ball on the ground, holding onto his neck. Rishka sneered down at him as he brought his foot back and landed a kick to the boys side.

"Fucking useless" he snarled as the boy screamed. But the scream was merely added to the loud sounds of merriment and screams already mingled in the air. The sounds of the brigades celebrations covered the boys cries of pain as he was kicked repeatedly against his side.

Rishka hammered his boot against the boy repeatedly, his boots thudding into the flesh as the boy squirmed and cried out. He felt himself get angrier and angrier with each hit, the boys pitiful crying and whimpering merely boiling his fury further.

"You useless little sack of shit" Rishka snarled as he watched several large bruises began to appear over the boys side and back. But it didn't make him stop as he continued his assault. The boys screams got louder and louder as his body was backed up against the wall from the force of the kicks.

With every kick he watched the bruises spread, each one getting darker and larger the more he kicked. Sweat began to creep into his fur as he continued his assault. The boy flailed his arms and legs around as he tried to block the assault, but all he got were more bruises on his limbs.

Rishka landed a heavy boot on the boys leg and with satisfaction he heard it snap. The boy screamed loudly as his leg was forced into a new angle that it never had been designed for, and he clutched at it uselessly.

Rishka felt his anger die down once he saw the boys broken leg. But he felt no pity for what he had done. He shut his eyes as he felt himself calm down and he opened them again, seeing the boy whimper and beg for him to stop and go away.

"Guess this means you're not any use to us at all. Guess I should just be done with you" Rishka said as he smirked, his anger satiated somewhat as he watched the boy clutch at his injuries. He bent over and picked up his blade from his armour pile on the ground. The boy was screaming by now as he clutched at his broken and useless leg as he saw Rishka start to move towards him with his drawn weapon.

"On second thought, consider yourself lucky" Rishka said with a smirk as he instead kicked the boy between his legs, enjoying the boys reaction as his face turned a bright shade of white as all colour and blood drained from his face. The boy clutched his crotch and started to convulse as he began to lose his stomach contents.

"Useless people in the brigade become slaves, and with a broken leg, you're just another slave to us" Rishka said as he tapped the blade against the side of his leg. "And if you think what I just did to you was bad, its nothing compared to what's going to happen to you in the future" he said with a grin.

The boy looked up at him, sweat clinging to his colour drained face as he mustered up the last recesses of courage he could.

"Just kill me then, you bastard" he snarled as angrily as he could, but he recoiled as Rishka took a step forward. He whimpered as he felt the tip of the sharp blade drag up his good leg, the pointed tip nicking his skin, leaving a long scratch up the side of his thigh.

Rishka considered it. He could just kill the boy and leave him there to rot. He had done such things before, killed off a slave and left their body discarded in the village like common trash. The woods themselves around the village were home to many nameless remains of long forgotten males and females.

But he just didn't feel like it right there. He had been burning to do something else, a desire had been fired inside him to get his hands onto someone else since they had returned from their successful assault on Roark's tower.

Since he saw Roka, the adopted son of his orc Commander Malgar, standing there announcing the festivities to celebrate their victory, Rishka had wanted him. Being Malgar's son had kept him from being touched by any of the bridage's brothers and sisters. But now that he was captain, he could no longer hide behind Malgar's authority, and was now free game.

But, he had instead gone inside with his father, and Rishka had to wait to sink his hands into that elusive prize. To try and curb himself, and get his mind off his desire for that Argonian, he had dragged the elven boy off to break him in.

But even raping the boy and then breaking him properly, in the physical sense, just hadn't sated the lust he had for the son of one of his previous conquests.

"I have someone else I'm eager to get into" Rishka said as he slid his sword into its sheath. He gave one last disgusted look down at the elven boy before he walked away, leaving the elven boy behind for whoever would happen to find him. He knew someone would come along and most likely start raping him again.

The kahjiit strode through the middle of the village, seeing the groups of his brothers and sisters of the Scarlet brigade already heavily into the wine and alcohol that Roka had delivered to them. All around him were the screams of the elven women being broken in, and the cries of the men as they were demasculinized and taken against their will.

Their cries filled the night sky, unable to hear anything else that could have possibly been heard. Some of the captives had been broken easily, proving just how weak they were. Or, like others, they were afraid to have the treatment continue to them so they had given in.

Those who had been broken in already were congratulated and welcomed like they were lifetime friends they had not seen for many a year. Given the opportunity to turn the tables and do the breaking in, they easily, and eagerly, tore into their once friends. The looks on their faces were priceless as men and women were found on the receiving end of merciless sex and beatings from people they once fought beside.

And yet, Rishka was completely bored. The raping of the elven boy had left him unfulfilled, and if possible, even worse. He sat himself on the well in the center of the village and supported his chin on his hand as he boredly glanced around.

He didn't know how long he sat there, just listening to the screams rather then joining in as he used too. He wanted Roka, he knew that. And trying to distract himself from that hadn't worked. He wanted to make that boy scream. He wanted to rape that boy and make him beg for mercy, to show him just how easy Malgar had been going on him. He wanted to hurt him.

As he stood by the villages disused well and watched the perverse actions of his brothers and sisters around him, he cast his gaze upwards at Malgar's residence. Rishka drew a hand under his chin as he looked over the windows one by one as he stroked his chin slowly.

Yes, he wanted to hurt Roka, just like he had hurt the Argonian's mother.

A light on the second floor was still lit, and Rishka knew it was the bathroom light. Being the only light in the windows he figured that both of them would be up there. And if enough time had already passed, perhaps Malgar had fucked the boy enough to not need him for a while. Perhaps...

He smirked to himself as he stood up and walked forward towards the houses doors, already feeling the excitement tingle his loins. His arousal growing, he wrapped a hand around the doorknob and turned it, striding himself into the dark house.

The noise from outside was almost immediately dulled down to indistinct noises as he shut the door behind him. Inside, the house was quiet.

A bit too quiet, but then again, if they had the door closed, he was unlikely to hear anything. He could barely make out anything that was going on outside of the house, let alone what could possibly be going on inside.

Rishka looked around the quiet lower floor for a moment, his ears turning around on his head as he tried to pick up any noises from within the dwelling. He couldn't pick up anything that separated itself from the noises from outside.

Rishka smirked as he remembered the lit window from outside. Of course, the bathroom. He made his way over to the stairs and slowly began to ascend them. As he ascended the stairs slowly, his ears picked up a rather loud splashing noise. He paused for a moment on the top stairs, as he listened to it. But the noise stopped and he heard silence from further upstairs.

He made his way up slowly, wondering about the silence. Perhaps Malgar had already finished fucking the boy by now. If Rishka was lucky, he would have just caught the end of it. Smirking to himself, he walked his way up the hall, but stopped a moment as his boot splashed in something.

Looking down, he saw an expanding puddle of water trickling down the hallway. His gaze followed it upwards for a moment as he saw that it was leaking from under the bathroom door. Obviously, they had quite a time in there to lose this much water from the tub.

He arrived at the door and he found it silent. He wasn't able to hear if anything was going on behind it. The kahjiit knocked on the wooden door with his knuckles. A soft splashing noise was heard behind the door as he waited. Then there was further silence behind the door.

For a moment he considered knocking again, or just hammering on it until either opened the door. He decided not to wait since he had come all this way and he brought his fist up. He didn't get a chance to make contact as the door unlocked and it swung inwards.

"Well, this is a surprise" Rishka said as he saw Roka step into the doorway. The lean muscled Argonian boy was wearing the most erotic outfit Rishka had ever seen on a boy before. The slender male was wearing a loincloth and a harness made out of what Rishka could only guess was golden chainmail. The hooped material clung to the boys slender hips and jangled slightly as he moved. Everything on the boys body was completely exposed and Rishka felt his mouth water at the sight.

"Commander in Chief Rishka" Roka said as he leant against the doorway slightly, his arms crossing over his chest. "I'm going to have to get used to saying that" he admitted with a slight smile across his features.

"Captain Roka" Rishka said with a grin as he licked his lips, right in front of the scantily clad Argonian boy. "I have to get used to that as well" he admitted. Although there was no way he'd call him captain in private.

"I take it our brothers and sisters are enjoying the celebrations?" Roka asked as he looked up as he spoke. The fleeting smile left his lips as his face went without expression.

"Oh, they are indeed" Rishka said as his eyes undressed what little of Roka was remaining clothed. "By morning there will be more brothers and sisters on our side, and a few more slaves in the underground" he said with a grin as he licked his fangs.

"Shame, in a sense" Roka said as he stroked his chin a little with a claw. "I was hoping to make the celebrations and conversion last a little longer. But I guess that's as good as we can hope for" he admitted as he recrossed his arms.

"Now, I hope you have a good reason to interrupt us" Roka continued as he looked at Rishka. "Father is taking a nap in the bathtub, and he hates being woken up for no reason, especially after he celebrates with me" he said rather firmly.

"Oh really?" Roka said, knowing exactly how Malgar celebrated with Roka, as he took a glance over Roka's shoulder.

The first thing he noticed as the amount of water on the floor, some reflecting the moonlight through the dark glass of the windows. The entire floor looked like it had been flooded over at least twice over.

Rishka did have to grin to that, having a guess as to what cause the flooding in the hall as his gaze moved up to the bathtub. He could see the back of Malgar's head and shoulders as he was sitting in the tub. Rishka felt a hand on his chest and Roka pushed him back out of the doorway as he pulled the door closed behind him.

Rishka had to judge that by the way Malgar was sitting so still, he must have been fast asleep. He didn't see anything to persuade him otherwise. But the contact of Roka's warm hand on his bare chest was almost enough incentive for him to grab the boy and rape him there on the hallway floor.

Not that he would have minded doing it in the first place.

"As I said, father wouldn't want to be disturbed for anything while he's sleeping" Roka said as he shut the door behind him, taking his hand off Rishka's chest. "So if you want something, I suggest you take it up with me for now" he said.

Rishka grinned to that. Oh, he could feel the arousal in his pants get stronger by the minute. Blood was rushing back into his length as he felt it begin to pulse back to life. And with need.

"Well, there is something that you can help me with" Rishka said with a lick of his lips as he folded his arms over his chest, looking down at the slightly smaller boy. "A little something I need to take care of" he added.

Roka merely met his gaze back with a blank expression on his face. His face revealed nothing as Rishka looked over him, looking for almost anything that could give away what the boy was thinking. But the only thing he noticed about him was the green blush that had spread over his cheeks since he had seen him last. Nothing on Roka's face gave Rishka any indication of what he was really thinking, if he was thinking anything.

"Alright" Roka said after a few moments silence as he straightened up. "We can take your matter in fathers bedroom, to keep this private. If that's alright with you, Commander Rishka" he said as he turned to walk down

"Good idea" Rishka said with a grin as he felt his cock in his pants start to strain against the tight leather. "And you just called me commander" he added with a raised eyebrow.

Roka stopped and turned around slightly, his lean body twisting a little as he looked over his shoulder.

"Did I ?" he asked, sounding a little surprised at himself.

"Yeah, you did boy" Rishka said as he licked his lips again. The way Roka had turned himself was giving the kahjiit a good eyefull of the boys body under the see-through chainmail outfit. His eyes traveled over the boys lean pecs and down what he could see of his defined abs, before his eyes rested on the muscular rump that stuck out like two ripe melons.

"Oh, my mistake, Commander in Chief" Roka said with a slight nod as he straightened himself and continued to walk down the hall. The sounds of the celebrations outside were muffled and inconclusive, but Rishka wasn't listening anymore.

Rishka gave himself a groping on his rapidly straining bulge as he saw that the chainmail only covered Roka's crotch. His ass was wide open and exposed to anyone behind him, and Roka had to hold himself back from jumping right on him there and then. A silver dagger had been slid under the waistband and was securely snug against his right cheek. The boy remembered his lessons well, it seemed.

He started to follow as he realized something. With a grin growing over his features he figured, why wait? He was there to give the boy a hard fuck and make him scream if possible. So why take a chance with a kid who could fight back? He preferred it the other way around.

He couldn't deny that the brief comment on calling him Commander had felt rather good for the brief moment. He saw Roka open the door to Malgar's private chambers and walk in, the feline watching the lizards butt give a soft jiggle with each step. Those two cheeks dimpled in the right places, and seemed to be screaming at him to just lay waste to them.

His arousal growing, Rishka made up his mind as he brought his hand up and held it near Roka's exposed back. His hand began to glow slightly, not enough to illuminate the room any further, but enough to be seen.

He wasn't going to give him a choice.

A thin beam of dark blue light flew from Rishka's open palm and snaked towards Roka, as if it was a living thing searching for its prey. As if sensing the approaching energy, Roka stopped in the middle f the room and turned. He didn't realize what hit him until the light struck him in the chest.

Roka let out a cry as he arched his back, feeling the energy spike pierce through him and start to spread. It felt like his body was getting washed over by liquid ice, but on the inside. His body started to tire, as if he had been working out the entire day and had yet to rest.

"Neat trick, isn't it?" Rishka said with a superior smirk on hsi face. He felt the transfer working as he watched Roka gasp for breath, the boys body starting to collapse on the spot. The energy beam stayed connected to Roka's chest as the energy pulsed, as if feeding from him. "It takes your energy, and gives it to me" he said with a broad grin on his face.

"What..."Roka managed to get out as he fell to his knees, his legs beginning to grow numb and his arms heavy. His arms fell to his sides, his hands open as he gasped for breath, finding it hard work to even breath. He was finding it increasingly hard to keep his balance, and even his eyes open. "What are you..." he managed to get out as he used up what little strength he had to lift his head.

"A little bit of magicka" Rishka said as the beam of energy broke off, disappearing into the air as he was left with a physically drained Argonian. "A little spell, called 'Drain Fatigue'" he said with a smirk as he began to undo his belt.

"What...you..." Roka groaned as he tried to move. His arms felt like the heaviest armour as they felt almost impossible to lift. He tried, but he lost his balance and he landed on his side with an 'ooph' and a groan. His body felt like it was made of stone, the way he was feeling so heavy.

"A little favourite of mine" Rishka said as he unthreaded his belt from his pants. He purred as he felt his pants loosen a bit to relieve the pressure on his rapidly hardening cock. "It was created for use on the battle field, i believe. But, I found other uses for it" he said wit ha grin as he tossed his belt away.

"Don't...don't you..." Roka said as he inhaled deeply and pushed against the floor. He managed to raise himself an inch off the floor before he landed with another thud on the hard floor. He groaned as his head bounced off the hardwood floor.

"Its very useful for making slaves unable to fight back" Rishka explained, as if he was having a day to day discussion. He rubbed the outline of his cock through his leather pants as the watched the boy struggle. He looked to be having a hard time fighting back, which just made Rishka more worked up.

"You know, I should have made Malgar let me use this the day we found you" Rishka said with a purr as he started to open his pants. With a murr he felt his cock flop out, a thick hard feline shaft that was already drooling a long string of pre from the tip.

Roka saw that, and knew what was coming. Rishka had never been subtle about what, or who, he wanted. Roka pushed again and managed to get his arms under his back to lift his torso up a little, at least to get his back off the floor. But his stomach was caving in, as if it had been worked over past its limits.

"See, I know what its like to have a son disappoint you. I can almost relate to that feeble father of yours you used to have. Oh, I know you killed him" Rishka said as he removed his boots, kicking them against the wall without regard for leaving dents. His pants soon followed, landing on top of the leather boots. "And I'm glad you did. He was a waste of space in the end, wasn't he?" he smirked.

Roka growled as he pushed an arm backwards and crashed to the floor. He groaned as he started to pant, pushing his worn out muscles to make them move. His limbs trembled as he pushed himself back up enough to start crawling backwards.

"I was hoping that Malgar would give me a replacement, since I had to correct that pitiful mistake of a son of mine" He said as he wrapped a hand around his cock, purring as he gave it a squeeze. He watched with amusement as Roka attempted to move backwards. He didn't get very far as his arms kept giving out.

"But, he had to take you for himself. And I was forced to get a son the old fashioned way. And we know how that ended, now don't we?" Rishka said as he watched as Roka moved backwards again, pulling himself against the edge of the bed. The Argonian was putting up a fight, even in such a weakened state. Rishka grinned. He liked it when they struggled too.

"And now, I get you to myself for once" he purred as he stepped forward. He stepped between Roka's legs and kicked them apart, the rough contact making the boy grunt with the collision as his legs were forcibly moved.

"And I'm done with waiting for your ass" Rishka said as he stood above Roka, looking down at the boy between his legs. "You know, dressed like that, I wouldn't second guess that you want this as much as I do" he said as he slowly stroked his length, purring as he moved his fingers over his shaft. His cock was beginning to slicken up from the amount of pre he was leaking out.

Roka looked up as he saw the slit at the end of Rishka's shaft open up and a large pearl of pre start to swell at the end. He struggled to move, but Rishka moved his feet to press them against Roka's hips, keeping him from struggling away further.

The thick drop of pre fell, landing with a soft splat between Roka's eyes. He scrunched his eyes shut as he felt that drop break and start to drip down the ridge of his nose. He opened his eyes back up to Rishka and drew his lips back in a snarl.

"Oh, that's right" Rishka said with a grin as he continued to stroke himself, another drop forming. "Struggle. I like it when they struggle. Especially that wench you called a mother. No-one struggled like her. Even after I tied her down" he said as he leant his head back with a purr, closing his eyes to the delicious memory as more pre began to drip onto Roka's face.

The Argonian boy struggled more, but the spell that Rishka had used on him was probably more potent then the potion he had used on Malgar. Where the potion had been slow acting, the spell had hit him like a punch to the gut. But both had rendered their victims incapable of fighting back. Roka had no idea how long the spell would last, but he could only guess that it wouldn't be wearing off anytime soon.

"Fuck you Rishka" Roka snarled as he felt the pre drip down onto his face. More was leaking out as Rishka had his eyes closed, purring loudly as he took his time working the pre from his low hanging furry orbs.

Rishka opened his eyes and looked down as he saw Roka's face splattered with dripped pre, some having landed on his slender chest. With a grin Rishka stopped stroking himself and squatted down slowly till he was able to look in Roka's face on a similar level.

Roka tried to bite him. But Rishka saw it coming, and pulled back as Roka snapped his sharp teeth at nothing but air. With a smirk and no fear from him, Rishka pulled his hand back and backhanded the boy hard enough to knock him onto his side. Roka let out a shark intake of breath as he felt the back of Rishka's hand collide with the side of his face as he crashed onto the floor.

The feline reached down and grabbed Roka by the golden chainmail on his chest and pulled him upwards. He hadn't hurt him that much, and he was slightly disappointed to that. But there was signs of definite bruising that would appear later as the Argonian glared at him.

"I bet you thought your daddy was bad to you, fucking you every night" Rishka said as he cupped Roka's chin in his hand, his fingers clenching to keep his mouth shut. "Poor little Roka, forced to take a foot long orc cock up his ass every night, whether he wanted it or not. Poor you, having it so damn hard" he said with a snigger as Roka struggled against the tightly gripped fingers.

"What he did to you, is nothing, compared to what I'm going to do" Rishka said with a growl through his throat. Roka tried to struggle as he felt the kahjiit's thick rough tongue tip dance over his nostrils before the wet appendage was dragged up between his eyes. His tongue left a long slimy trail over the boys face as he tasted the Argonian's scales and his own pre.

The combined tastes made his cock throb painfully hard.

"by the morning, you'll be so fucked up, you won't be a captain anymore. Malgar will just hand you over to me to keep permanently. He won't like having a broken boy who'll beg to get fucked by me instead of him" Rishka promised with a grin, before he drew his lips back and spat in Roka's eyes.

Roka winced and struggled a bit against the hand clamping down on his face as he was spat on, the hot thick saliva running down amongst the pre on his face. He glared up at Rishka, who merely smirked as he let go of his face. It was a disgusting act.

"You" was all Roka managed to get out before he was backhanded again. But with Rishka still holding onto his harness he was unable to pull away as his head was slapped to the side. Another backhand greeted his face and he gasped loudly, closing his eyes to the hit. His face was starting to burn from the strikes as a third was landed across his face.

His face was stinging as the fourth slap cracked across his face, the taste of copper in his mouth as he ran his tongue over his lips, finding one of them split open. He opened his eyes as he growled and glared up at the kahjiit above him.

Rishka smirked as he stood up slowly, dragging the Argonian boy with him. He used both hands on the harness, which was surprisingly strong holding, and held him like a limp puppet. The spell had done its work and his arms and legs dangled feebly, unable to move very well as Roka tried to struggle. Rishka didn't smirk as Roka spat right back at him, a bloodied clump of saliva splattered across his face. His eyes went wide with surprise for a moment as he realized what had just happened.

With a furious growl, Rishka heaved him against the wall. Roka cried out as he crashed back first into the wall and was sent thudding to the floor. He landed with a heavy thud as he cried out from the impact, feeling his limp limbs rattle slightly.

"What, not had enough you little whore?" Rishka said, his cock throbbing harder as he strode over the floor. He felt no need to rush, but his fury at being spat on like a common dog was making him move as he grabbed Roka's ankles and gripped them tightly.

"Fuck you" Roka snarled as he kicked as best he could against Rishka's grip. But all it did was make Rishka grin harder, his lips almost stretched beyond their smiling limits. "Fuck you Rishka, and the bastard that sired you."

"Oh, I'm going to enjoy this" Rishka said with a grin as he pulled on Roka's legs, hoisting him into the air. With a snarl he throw him torso first into the shelving on the wall. Roka cried out, blood red stars erupting in front of his eyes as his body made hard contact with the shelves and they collapsed under him. Several books and a few vases fell down with him, the ceramic crashing on top of him and smashing to pieces over his exposed back.

Rishka grinned as he took a moment to stroke himself, enjoying the sight of Roka groaning in pain as he tried to move. There were several cuts appearing over Roka's back and dark blood was beginning to seep through the open wounds. Thin red trails began to mark their way across his lean back.

"Rishka, when I get the chance..." Roka said as eh coughed hard, his body shaking with the effort of moving. He shook his head as he cleared the stars from his vision as he saw Rishka approaching. "I'm going to kill you" he promised.

Rishka stood still for a moment, before he felt the need to laugh rush up his throat. And he did. He started laughing hard as he bent over a bit, his hands on his knees as he laughed hard. Roka groaned as he managed to get enough strength in his arms to start crawling up onto all fours. With a laughing sigh Rishka stood back up and wiped his face a little with the back of his hand.

"You know, that's treasonous words boy" Rishka said with a grin as he strode forward. Somehow, the dagger in Roka's loincloth was still securely in place. But a quick tug of Rishka's wrist and it wasp pulled free. "And you know what happens to brothers who are convicted of treason" he said.

"You're dead Rishka" Roka said with a snarl before he felt Rishka's foot make contact with the side of his face. He cried out in pain as he felt his nose ride snap and blood poured from his nostrils. He growled and coughed from the pain as he pushed his arms against the floor and found a little more strength in his limbs.

"You know, I'm getting tired of listening to you talk" Rishka said as he knelt before Roka. Roka got a good view of the kahjiit's cock dangling like a hard pole in front of his face, the tip seeming to drool continuously. He felt Rishka's fingers curl around his muzzle as he was forced to look upwards into Rishka's grinning face.

He got a look at the face of the feline, the face full of confidence and triumph. Rishka looked and probably felt in full control, having the situation firmly in his hands. He had nothing to fear from a weakened boy like Roka as he waved the tip of the virgin blade before Roka's mouth.

Roka watched the blade dangle just a fingers breadth from his mouth, the tip never moving away from pointing between his lips. He felt Rishka's fingers curl into his cheeks and against his will his tongue was forced out. He struggled, realizing what was going to happen as he feebly pushed against him.

His eyes bulged out as Rishka, very easily, spun the blade around and thrust the handle out. The end of the handle contacted hard with Roka's exposed throat. His throat caved in as the end of the handle crushed his vocal cords.

Rishka let him go as Roka started to choke, panting as his breath came out and went in hoarse, his throat damaged as he tried to breath. He landed on his back and gasped up at the ceiling as he saw his vision start to fade in and out from lack of air. But his lungs couldn't fill properly as his throat spasmed, making him pant and heave. He tried to grab his throat, but his arms couldn't do more then flop over his abs.

"Much better" Rishka said as he tossed the dagger over his shoulder. It landed in the wall, handle quivering as it stuck in the wood. Rishka watched Roka gasp fro air as the boy tried to speak, but all that came out was a hoarse wheezing. Rishka stood up as he watched Roka either try to breath, or try to speak. Both came out the same, just wheezing gasps.

The taller feline grabbed him by his ankle again and dragged him back into the middle of the room, using his feet to kick open his legs. Roka tried to kick, his legs able to lift up and bend at the knee, but only slightly.

"Now, scream for me" Rishka said as, with one hand stroking his drooling cock, he kicked Roka between the legs without holding back.

Roka did indeed scream as he was kicked, blood red stars flooding his vision and his body racking with pain as he felt tremours rock his body. He chocked again, his throat burning with the scream as he moved his arms feebly to grab his aching crotch.

Rishka gave him no chance, even if he was able to as he grabbed him by the harness and lifted his body up. Roka gasped and heaved as he struggled, his vision clearing a bit as he felt himself be lifted up. He felt weak as he continued to try to struggle against the dominant feline. But the spell still had his energy sapped and the searing pain in his balls made his stomach churn. He briefly wondered if he'd choke on his own vomit with his throat damaged as it was.

"I'm not done yet" Rishka said with a grin as he pushed Roka onto his back on the bed. The boy landed with a cry of pain as he landed on his aching back, his crotch spiking another spear of pain up his body that made him arch his back against it. He wheezed for breath as he struggled to see what was going on above him.

He felt the mattress move as Rishka climbed onto the bed. The kahjiit straddled Roka's thighs and grinned down at him as he lifted his hand. With one swift movement and no warning, he struck Roka with a hard slap across his face. Without stopping he slapped the other way. Roka cried out in a wheezing gasp as his head was struck from side to side, his neck snapping back and forth.

Rishka couldn't stop smiling as he repeatedly struck the boy. The pain he was inflicting to the Argonian was making him get more and more worked up. Being in control like that and being able to do as he pleased to anyone, literally, beneath him, always got him highly aroused.

And this was no exception. He had seen Roka grow up since being taken from his parents and go from a little naive farm boy into this well skilled fighter. And Rishka had always dreamed of breaking him himself. Malgar had made Roka know his position, but had never actually broken him in, at least in Rishka's point of view. To be broken in, meant they were forever beneath you. And Roka had never been broken like that.

But now, as Rishka continued to backhand the boy without pausing between hits, making him shake and bounce from every slap, he had the chance. And he was going to reduce Roka to nothing but a slave boy who wouldn't resist him again in his life.

The rain of blows only stopped as Rishka felt his arm grow tired. He panted slightly as he stopped to catch his breath before he sat back, rubbing his slightly sore arm. He flexed it a few times as he rubbed his arm firmly, feeling his aches fade. He looked down at Roka with a satisfied grin on his face, pleased with himself.

Roka's left eye was swollen shut, completely covered over in a dark bruised mass of flesh. The green blush on his cheeks was slowly being replaced by bruising skin, turning the green to black. Blood was dripping from both his nostrils, his nose bridge completely out of alignment. His lips were cracked open and blooding, blood spray soaking the sheets around his head.

Roka could barely see through his right eye as he looked up at Malgar. His head was spinning and he felt sick to his stomach. Blood red stars kept erupting in front of his eyes like a haze and he feebly wheezed for air. His stomach was tensing and he felt bile creep in his throat. But he couldn't move his jaw to allow himself to be sick. He feebly moved his fingers and toes, unable to force himself to move anything else.

He whimpered and groaned as he felt Rishka's sharp claws touch his pecs and starts to drag down. He hissed and arched his back as he felt the tips of the claws slice through his scales, and he could feel the warm blood start to leak out.

Rishka grinned as he raked the boys chest slowly, watching him squirm in the pain, watching the blood blossom from the wounds. His cock was so hard, it felt like it was going to erupt as he heard the boy whimper and groan against the pain. He couldn't' wait any longer.

"Boy, I'm done waiting" he snarled as he grabbed Roka by his hips and turned him over roughly. Roka's head flopped over the edge of the bed, his hands almost touching the floor as he felt his legs be forcibly moved apart again. All he saw was the floor through his eye and through the red haze that clouded his vision.

"mm, such a nice ass. I know why Malgar wanted this all to himself" Rishka said as he hooked his thumbs between the firm muscled cheeks and spread them. Roka's tight hole ws exposed to him and Rishka licked his lips in anticipation. The boy hadn't been fucked that night. Better.

"But its mine now. And its going to stay mine" he growled as he lined his cock up with the tight orifice. It pulsed and throbbed painfully hard as he positioning himself right. He moaned in the anticipation of what was to come, as he felt Roka tremble. "Now, scream boy" he ordered as, without hesitation or mercy, he entered Roka's rear with one hard quick thrust.

Roka screamed and, with a sudden burst of energy in his body, flailed and spasmed his limbs around as he tore at the sheets. His throat burned as he tried to scream at Rishka and get away from the searing pain that was setting his insides on fire. His ass burned and he felt like he was being ripped apart.

"Oh yeah" Rishka purred, not minding the thrashing, as it made him harder to have the struggling boy pinned under him. Roka's brief struggles ended quickly as what little reserves he had used faded and his body became a limp mass under Rishka. He groaned and whimpered as the pain began to slowly subside. Malgar, for all the good he had in him, had never tried to rip him open like this. The pain was making his heart race in fear.

But the pain flared back up and he cried out as Rishka began to pummel him. The kahjiit was wasting no time in thrusting into the muscled backside under neath him as he grabbed Roka's shoulders hard. With an iron grip to keep the deadweighted boy under him, he kept up his hard thrusting.

Roka's throat began to work again as he screamed again, his cries falling on deaf ears as Rishka kept his hips pumping. A solid smacking sound was heard with every contact Rishka's hips made with Roka's ear. Every thrust inwards made Roka gasp and every pull o made him scream in agony.

Rishka purred deeply as he held onto Roka hard. The feeling of the boys tight ass around his cock was heavenly. The boy wasn't struggling much, but his ass was deliciously tight and hot, the feeling of the unlubed passage around his cock was simply too good for him to stop.

"Oh yeah, thought Malgar had you worked good boy" Rishka sneered as he dug his fingers into Roka's shoulders. The claws pierced into his flesh and it made Roka cry out again as his body was wracked again with fresh pain.

"Guess he was going easy on you" Rishka said as he held Roka down harder and lifted himself up, only to slam in hard. The hard slam made Roka cry out again as Rishka went harder. The claws dug harder into the boys shoulders, his sharp claws sinking through his scales and into the tender flesh underneath. Blood blossomed around the claws as he kept up his hard thrusting.

"Fuck" Rishka snarled as he felt his orgasm build up already. He wanted it to last, but after all the pain he was inflicting on Roka, his cock was going through too much. It pulsed and throbbed, his pre shooting into the boys hole, making it a little easier with every pump to fuck the struggling boy.

His hips smacked and thudded against the boys ass, the muscled cheeks jiggling firmly with every hard smack. Pain burned into the mounds of flesh as they slowly began to change into a deeper red as his rear was slapped by Rishka's hips.

"Yeha, gonna seed you boy. You're mine now" Rishka snarled as he held Roka down. His claws dug deeper into the boys shoulder, blood blossoming out of yet another open wound as Roka cried out again. He swore he could feel the claws dig into his shoulder bones.

"Fuck, here it comes boy" Rishka snarled as he pumped his hips back and forth. Every slam against the boy under him made the bed rock and shake as he picked up the pace. His balls were boiling over as he felt his climax rise.

Roka was screaming almost continuously as he was raped, his as s feeling like it was on fire. He felt sick to his stomach, his shoulders were being torn apart, his back was screaming in pain and his insides were being wrecked.

But if Rishka had cared to notice, Roka was not hard from the sex. And there wasn't a single tear on his face. He wsa not crying, and hadn't cried once. From the abuse and pain and rape he had received, he hadn't shed a single tear over any of it.

But Rishka didn't see any of this as he rammed himself in balls deep, his large furry balls smacking hard against Roka's tender sack, making him cry out as he felt the hot rush of seed flood him.

"FUUUUUCCK" Rishka snarled as he flooded the boy under him. Even after raping the elven boy from earlier, he felt like he was pumping liters of fresh cum into the boy. He gasped and spasmed a bit as he felt his body shake from his high orgasm. He saw stars cloud his vision from his delicious orgasm as he felt his body tremble from his euphoric high.

"Oh by the fucking nine" Rishka murred as he felt Roka clench a bit around his cock, making him tremble as his cock began to soften. A few small dribbles of thick kahjiit cream leaked from around his cock as he began to pull out.

Roka let out a whimper as he felt the thick length slide out of him. The hot cum in his sore hole leaked out as Rishka's cockhead popped out with a soft squelching sound. A few ropes of cum, searing hot against his abused scales and skin, sprayed across his raped backside.

"Ahh" Rishka murred as he sat back on Roka's legs, looking at the battered and bruised boy laying before him, his bubble cheeks leaking a steady stream of cum. "Damn boy. You're fun" Rishka said with a murr as he slowly stood up. He slid off the bed and stretched himself out, stretching his arms above his head as he looked down at the abused Argonian still laying face down on the bed.

Roka felt Rishka grab him and haul him onto his back. His face had stopped swelling, his eye still swollen shut, and some of the bruising around his cheeks had started to go down. The harness on his chest was stained from the blood that had dripped from his pecs and his shoulders. He panted, his breathing still hoarse from his abused throat.

"Your throat might be broken, but I bet your tongue isn't" Rishka said wit ha grin as he moved up to perch himself on Roka's chest. Roka groaned in pain as he felt Rishka settle his weight on his abused torso. He pinned the boys head securely with his legs, before he grabbed his arms and held them down. His cock and balls dangled against Roka's abused face as he sneered down.

"Now clean me off" he ordered with a snarl. Roka shook his head weakly with a whimper and a groan, before Rishka let go of one of Roka's arms and grabbed him by his ear and pulled hard.

"I said clean me off " he ordered as he watched Roka cry out again. He let go and before Roka could shut his mouth, Rishka pushes his balls in to the Argonian's mouth.

"now, suck on them boy" he ordered. "you're going to clean them, cause when I'm through breaking you in, you'll be begging me for them" he said. He grabbed Roka's headfin and wrapped the webbed tendrils around his fingers. The boy started to scream again as the thin bones holding his fins together began to crack.

Rishka let go once he felt Roka's tongue start to run over his balls. With a deep and satisfied purr he slowly let Roka's headfin go as he felt the boy submit at last as he started to suckle on the fat orbs. He felt that warm wet appendage coarse over his balls as he leant back with a purr.

"Mmm, good boy. Keep it up and I just might be a little nicer to you" Rishka said as he sat back, feeling the tongue slowly slide over his balls as he purred in the pleasure. It felt good for his sensitive balls to be licked after they were drained.

He looked down as he saw Roka had both eyes closed as he was trying to breath through his busted nose. But Rishka kept his arms pinned still, holding the boys arms firmly in place. The sight made his spent cock begin to stiffen a little as it slowly began to extend outwards again.

"Mm, damn boy. You're getting me all worked up again. You really are a slut for kahjiit cock. Just like...ah, just like that slut of a mother of yours" Rishka said as he closed his eyes and purred. He could feel himself start to slip back into memories as he began to move his hips back and forth over the boys face.

Roka kept his eyes closed as he continued to lick. He kept his body limp, unable to move mostly due ot the pain he was in. It was better to go along with Rishka for now as he kept moving his tired tongue.

"Yeah, there were many nights when i held her, almost like this actually" he said as he licked his lips again. "Some days, I didn't even have to beat her into doing it. Coarse, she was tied up so she couldn't go anywhere" he added with a chuckle.

He didn't hear any muffled responses from Roka as he continued to grind his balls in the boys mouth, feeling the tongue never stop. The boys breathing was slow and ragged, but Rishka didn't let up. If the boy suffocated, he'd just slap him till he woke back up.

"Tch, you know, I bet you think you know how she died in the end. Funny, don't know why I'm thinking of that right now" he admitted as he lifted his hips up. Roka gasped for air as the large orbs were removed from his mouth, but the relief didn't last long as Rishka began to grind his once again hard cock over the boys bruised face.

"Maybe its because you don't know the truth behind it, do you boy?" Rishka said with a grin as he slid his tongue over his lips again as he moved his hips back and forth. "That I know something you don't?" he said wit ha grin as he looked down at Roka. He saw the boy open his eyes slowly as he looked up at the kahjiit above him.

"That day she gave birth to my son? He wasn't dead" Rishka said as a grin spread slowly over his face. He looked down and smirked as he saw Roka's eye open a bit wider. His cock was smearing pre back over the boys face as he drove it back and forth. He purred deeply as he watched Roka struggle against it. The boy still had some fight left in him after all.

"I was there when she gave birth. I watched her scream. Didn't help her. Just kept her tied up and slapped her now and then to shut her up. Coarse, that just made me hard" he admitted with a lewd grin across his face. "You ever fuck a pregnant bitch? Its fun" he says with a grin.

He didn't notice, but Roka's fingers were beginning to curl inwards.

"Then the kid came out, and you know what? He was perfect" he grinned as he closed his eyes again, feeling the struggling of Roka's abused face against his rock hard length. His cock bobbed back and forth as he adjusted his position.

"A real son. After the failure of my first son, I was pleased to see a real boy" Rishka said as he stopped a moment. He pressed down as he felt his balls press against the boys lips, and they parted slowly to let them in.

"And you know what? I decided to let your mom go for once, to be nice to her. So i untied her arms and let her hold him. And you want to know what that bitch did?" he snarled as he gripped Roka's wrists hard, hard enough to start bending his arms back over the edge of the bed. Roka squirmed and panicked a bit as he felt his forearms begin to bend at the wrong angle.

"She fucking strangled him" Rishka snarled as he let go and, after dropping Roka's arms back onto the bed he grabbed the boys headfin and pulled it back. There were several small snaps as the fragile bones in his fin broke almost easily as Roka opened his eyes, both of them, and let ou a muffled scream around the balls in his mouth.

"She took him in her arms, wrapped her hands around his neck and choked him to death" Rishka snarled as he looked down at Roka. The Argonian boy looked back up, his swollen eye blinking open and closed slightly as he managed to open both to look back up.

"She didn't even hesitate" He snarled. "the bitch. He didn't do anything. He was just born, and she killed him. She had no right" he said as he clenched harder. Several more bones broke easily in Rishka's fingers as he glared down at the boy with hate in hsi eyes.

"And you know what she said to me? You know what reason she had to justify such a horrible thing?" he said angrily.

Roka looked up at him, unable to look away. His fingers were now clenched fully in his palms and his toes had curled up as well. The tip of his tail was quivering, but these movements had gone unnoticed by Rishka, who held the boy still by his broken headfin and was glaring down at him with pure anger and hatred in his eyes.

"She said" Rishka practically spat all over Roka's face " 'I can't save Roka, because he can only save himself now. But I can save at least one son from you' " Rishka said in a nasty sounding voice before he let go of Roka's head.

"Bah. Pathetic she was. Thinking she could save her son from me?" he snarled as he sat back, feeling Roka begin to lick across the balls that stuffed his mouth. Probably to keep Rishka in a good mood, instead of letting him get worked up more.

Like hell, Rishka figured.

"So, guess what I did to her? I beat her to death" Rishka said almost proudly as he closed his eyes, feeling the tongue over his balls. His cock began to rise back after losing what little fullness it had as he savoured the memory once more. "I pulled her off the bed, and I beat her to death with my bare hands" he said wit ha smirk down to Roka.

"I practically threw her all over the room. I let her suffer before I ended it" he said rather proudly as he looked up at the ceiling. He could almost see it now, the Argonian female, weak from months of rape and physical abuse, even further weakened after childbirth, crying on the floor as she tried to drag herself away from him. Bloodied and bruised, and full of fear.

"Ended up beating until her neck finally snapped" Rishka said with a smirk. "Never heard a neck break like that before, I will admit. Course, I was too busy beating her to realize what had broken, but i guest hats what happens when you have such a pathetic and weak wo- AAAAAAAAAAARRRRGGGHHH"

Rishka felt the most intense pain in his life emanate from his nethers as he looked down in horror. His body trembled as he screamed again. Blood was dripping around the corners of Roka's mouth, the sharp fangs of the Argonian's mouth had pierced through his balls like two pieces of fruit.

"You...you little fucker...I'll kil...AARRRGHH OH FUCK OH FUCK OH FUCK" Rishka screamed as Roka bit down once again, two soft squishing sounds muffled in his mouth as he bit straight through. Bloodied sperm juice flowed out into his mouth and dripped from the corners of his mouth as he glared up at the raging kahjiit above him.

He opened his mouth slowly as Rishka struggled further, a sharp splitting sound emanating from between them. The kahjiit screamed as his sac tore. When Roka opened his mouth fully, Rishka fell off him, landing n the floor with a scream as he grabbed at his now bloodied crotch. He spat, he swore, he screamed every known curse he could think of as he cradled the remains of his destroyed ballsack.

"You..you little traitorous bastard. I swear by the Nine..oh fuck....I'll slit your damn throat...oh fuck....you bastard. Look what you did to me" he screamed as he watched in horror, as one of his ruined orbs fell through the open wound of his sac. It fell onto the floor with a soft splotching sound, like a piece of rotten fruit landing.

"You son of a ...." was all Rishka got out as he looked up in horror, seeing Roka sit up slowly. The colour drained from beneath Rishka's fur as he cradled his crotch, seeing the Argonian boy stand up slowly.

"When did..." he whimpered as he saw Roka slowly stand up, stretching his abused body. He was hunched over slightly, holding onto his head and backside with a hand on each rather tenderly. Rishka felt an urge to panic as Roka began to walk over to the wall and grab the dagger that was stuck in it.

"Oh fuck" Rishka said as he momentarily forgot his crotch as he started to scramble for his sword where it sat against his piled up clothing. He clawed his way across the floor, his heart pounding in his chest as he reached desperately for his blade. His fingers brushed against the handle, but he gasped in fear as Roka kicked it away.

"About the time you started raping me. That spell, it really drains you in one hit. Guess it stops much the same way" Roka said, his voice a badly hoarsed whisper as he wiped his tender face with the back of his hand. Blood smeared across his hand as he turned his gaze to Rishka.

"You're dead boy" Rishka snarled as he felt the fury rise up in him. How dare Roka turn against him? The boys place was beneath him. Rishka was meant to be on top and in control, not the little bastard like him. Rishka snarled and tried to stand up as he held onto the remains of his crotch. He was going to set the little fucker straight.

But Roka's foot made contact with the captains destroyed crotch. Even with his hand covering it, Roka's foot showed no mercy. If anything, the extra adage of Rishka's fingers in place made the effect a whole lot worse.

"I did promise that i would kill you" Roka said as Rishka dropped like a sack of potatoes, the blood draining from his face as he paled over. With a weak mewling warble of pain he dropped to the floor, crashing hard. Blood and bile began to spew out of his mouth as he retched hard, supporting himself with one hand. The other, bruised, feebly held onto his aching crotch.

"But, I changed my mind. I have something much better in store for you" Roka whispered as he held the silver dagger in his hand. Slowly, he knelt to his knees on the floor. He winced as he felt his legs bend, his abused backside clenching around his raped hole as he rested on his feet and knees.

He reached out with one hand and grabbed Rishka by the chin. The kahjiit snarled as he tried to back up, but Roka's fingers clenched hard, his clawtips digging into the felines cheeks. Rishka snarled and struggled, but Roka would not let go.

"That was my mother you were talking about" Roka said in a dangerous whisper, his eyes burning with rage. Rishka felt his bravado start to fade as he saw the merciless look in the lizards eyes. "Now, I'm going to make sure you never say another word about her" he promised as he brought the blade up. It was time for the virgin blade to finally spill blood.

"Now, scream for me"

********

The hidden tunnels of Hackdirt were quiet as a grave as the slaves stood around the ruins of the well, hearing the sounds of screams and laughter echoing around them from above. None of them dared move, or make a sound as the listened with fear in their hearts. They stood in a circle around the ruined structure, each one a testament to the cruelty of the Scarlet Brigade.

It was well known that on nights like this, they could die. All it took was one thought, one suggestion, one drunken boast or gamble and a soldier would descend from one of the houses and come looking for them.

They would grab the closest one and either force themselves upon them, or find an excuse to further inflict pain. It was common that a brother or sister of the brigade would remember some past sin of a slave and look to continue punishment. If the slaves ever thought the brothers and sisters of the brigade were mean before, they got worse on nights like this.

And sometimes, they would boast that they could do some maneuver, like shooting a bottle of ale out of a slaves hand, or toss a knife in such a way the slave could catch it in their mouths. Not one slave had ever survived those kind of situations. And no brother or sister would remember in the morning after they sobered up.

They milled together, surrounding the central structure as they tried to listen. Most of the people above would make their announcements near the well, thankfully very very loudly. The slaves used those announcements to run and hide. Although there were few places they could hide.

The sound of a trapdoor opening caught their attention, snapping them out of out of their trance. Feeling fear surge through them, they scattered. The abused males and females scarpered quickly, the area around the tower emptying quite rapidly as they ran down the dark tunnels.

A slow screeching noise of unoiled metal grinding upon itself was heard and the slaves began to tremble, a few whimpering in fear. It was coming from the house near the empty cage that had once held a locked up Argonian. They hid behind rocks and boulders as best they could to avoid being caught.

A circle of light appeared at the ladder and the sounds of grunting was heard. One of the slaves grew bold and decided to give the newcomer live bait. With a swift shove that was not repercussed by the others, the scarred and neutered orc sent one of them into the waiting jaws of whatever was coming. None of the others objects, as one sacrifice meant the rest survived.

The unlucky one was a young gray kahjiit, naked and filthy he was sent tumbling forward into the dirt on the tunnel floor in front of the ladder. Terrified and panting, he looked back, fear flooding every fiber of his being as he turned back to look at the one who kicked him. He glanced at every face, looking for any sign, any sign at all, that someone would help him.

But the others gave him the firm indication that if he moved, he'd be sure to regret it. Which would be worse, death by brigade, or death by slave?

Tears began to form in the young boys eyes as he looked up from his position on the ground, feeling his body begin to tremble in fear. He didn't know which was worse as a shadow appeared in the circle of light and the grunting was getting louder. He crawled slowly backwards, hearing the grunting noises get closer. His back now against the tunnel wall, he watched someone descend.

What surprised him most was the body that fell down the hole and landed only a few feet away from him. The other slaves ducked further back into shadows as the kahjiit boy jumped up from the shock. The figure hadn't descended. He had fallen. That was worse. It meant a new slave was being brought in, and it meant that the brigade brother or sister who brought him in,used the others as an example of what could happen to him.

Feeling something warm and wet start to trickle between his legs, he started to cry in fear as he hunched himself against the wall. The figure moved and started to get up and the kahjiit boy wanted to scream in terror.

But his fear began to ebb away as he slowly realized that the figure was someone they all knew. It was the Commander in Chief, the kahjiit Rishka. The kahjiit boy slowly lowered his hands from his face as he watched Rishka begin to pick himself up. No-one made a move forward. No-one even dared breath as they watched Rishka pick himself up, but he didn't stand. He merely started crawling.

The boy widened his eyes as he saw blood pouring from Rishka's mouth. The older kahjiit was trying to speak, but all that was coming out was panting and gurgling noises. He thought the older kahjiit had his tongue removed rather roughly. His hands were clawed over, his fingers evidently broken, as if someone had stood on them.

Both his feet were posed in the wrong direction, his ankles swollen and clearly broken. Blood was trailing from between his legs as he crawled with his elbows digging into the dirt. His tail was broken in several places, the bone pierced through the skin in multiple areas.

The boy jumped as another figure climbed down the ladder slowly. Fear raced back through him as he brought his arms back up protectively. It was a blood covered Argonian. The boy didn't recognize him at first, because his face was streaked with blood and was badly bruised. Claw marks and bruised covered his torso among the dripping blood, and something white and shining was leaking between his thighs.

Roka let go of the ladder once he reached the dirt covered floor. He stood there for a moment, wheezing slowly as he gathered his breath before he started to walk after Rishka, watching the once proud captain drag himself through the dirt. The Argonian boy didn't seem to be in a hurry as he watched, a dagger clutched in his hand.

The kahjiit boy looked back at Roka for a moment, and squeaked when he saw the Argonian's eyes land on him. He pushed back up against the dirt wall and tears drained from his eyes as he quivered in terror. He knew of Roka, and what he was capable of. He covered his face in his hands and started to cry from the fear.

Roka ignored the gurgling cries of Rishka as the ex captain continued to drag himself through the dirt, trying to get away from the Argonian boy. Panting, Rishka saw the cell and something in the back of his abused head told him if he could get in and shut the door, he'd be safe. With a gurgling groan as blood trickled from his mouth, he began to drag himself towards the open cell door.

Roka ignored him as Rishka struggled to head in that direction as he looked over the quivering boy in front of him. The younger kahjiit was so covered in dirt and dust it was hard to tell what colour he really was. With his legs protesting, Roka slowly knelt in front of the boy and gently removed the boys hands from his face.

His ears were torn or ripped apart, just holes in his head now. His thin skeletal looking frame was riddled with scars and badly healed wounds. His feet and hands were missing various toes and parts of his fingers. The boy's nipples had been sliced off, his navel cut and ripped open, and he had been badly gelded. Those wounds had once healed over, but were hideously scarred over. The only thing left between his legs was a hideous looking hole he had managed to urinate himself with.

The boy whimpered as he saw Roka so close to him. His left eye was blind and the other was bloodshot. Most of his teeth were missing, some broken remains left over. Tears had coursed down his face as the boy whimpered.

Roka didn't look angry or furious the boy was so close to him as he took one of his mangled hands into his own. The boy panted and flinched as Roka took his hand. He was sure that he was going to die right there and then. He shut his eyes and whimpered as he looked away, unable to face the end.

He felt something press into his hand, and the remains of his fingers were curled over it. He held his breath as he opened his eyes slowly and turned to face the Argonian before him. Roka hadn't moved, or changed his facial expression. Slowly, the boy looked down and saw a bloodied silver dagger had been placed in his hand, his ruined fingers curled around the handle.

"Go on" Roka whispered hoarsely. The boy mewled in fear a little as he trembled, but Roka didn't shout or seem angry. He seemed patient enough to let the boy take his time, and slowly the boys fear began to subside. "Take it" he whispered hoarsely as he gave the boys hand a gentle squeeze.

With a shaking mangled hand he took the handle and slowly lifted it away from Roka's hand. He flinched when Roka stood up, thinking for a moment he was about to get attacked, but Roka merely stood and began to walk away towards the ladder.

"Take your time with him" Roka said in a hoarse whisper over his shoulder as he headed to the ladder without looking back. "You have all night" he added as he began a slow ascent. He didn't look back as he began to hoist his abused body slowly up the ladder.

The boy considered his options for a moment. Roka was obviously hurt, with the way he was taking his time to climb the ladder. And he had no visible weapon either. He had given ito the kahjiit boy instead.

The boy realized at the kahjiit was the only thing standing between him and a way out.

He could attack him he realized as he slowly stood up. Overpower him with a stab in his back. Right in the kidneys. A stab there would paralyze him with such intense pain he wouldn't be able to even scream. The element of surprise could play a huge advantage to take him down. And there would be more weapons upstairs in the house. He and the rest of the slaves had a chance to fight back for once.

As the other slaves began to move to of the shadows towards him, it seemed they had made their minds up. For a moment, he considered doing it. He had suffered so badly along with the others, it only seemed right that he could be able to do to them what they had done to him.

Roka was halfway up the ladder now. The boy held the dagger up and began to walk forward.

But a gurgling retch from behind him jerked him back to reality as he realized Rishka was behind him in the cell. The ex captain was retching up blood on the dirt floor as he struggled to get in. He turned around and turned his scarred face towards the cell as he watched Rishka feebly attempt to move to shut the door.

Rishka coughed and looked up, hearing someone outside the door. For a moment, he thought someone had come to help him. But when he saw the kahjiit boy standing above him with a silver dagger in his mangled hand, he gurgled in fear as he grabbed the cell door with a mangled hand and tried to shut the door. But the boy easily swung the door back, catching the captains arm with a heavy whack.

Roka had paused for breath at the top of the ladder. He slowly ran a hand over his throat as he felt himself wheeze. He knew his throat was damaged. He was having too much trouble breathing and he couldn't' talk properly. He was starting to doubt whether he'd recover from that.

Slowly, he stood up, considering his options next. He wasn't done, not by a long shot in what he had planned to do. His strength was returning slowly, and he would be able to sneak out of the village without trouble. After all, everyone outside was still drunk and busy abusing one another.

But, even though it was very painfull to do so, he did smile when he heard the voice of the kahjiit boy from below.

"Hello father."

********

"So you just wish to forget everything he just admitted, every sin and wrong doing, just because he looks a little beat up?"

It was past midnight, the moon already having risen to its peak. The city of Chorrol was silent in the night, only a few torches held in braziers scattered through the city offered the extra light to see by. The castle itself was silent, the barracks full of sleeping guards. Three figures stood outside of a cell in the underground prison, a cell that was now occupied.

"Captain" the Chorrol guard said as he stood outside the prison cell, one of the two who had brought the prisoner in. "I'm not asking for something like that" he said. "I didn't suggest such a thing either. I know our stance on criminals."

The other guard stood opposite, the two of them imperial males in the traditional Chorrol chainmail uniform. The two of them looked uneasily at each other as they looked at the captain.

Captain Renault was a captain in the Emperor's highest defense, the Blades. She stood straight backed and proud as she looked in on the prisoner the two guards had brought in earlier. She had been roused not long ago and given a briefing on what had happened and what they had learned.

Dressed in her Blades uniform, which was designed to be rather ceremonial and intimidating at the same time, she looked every bit as lethal as the guards knew her to be, just like her Brother Baurus. Both brother and sister showed little mercy to criminals, believing that to end their violent ways was to execute them. In a way, it worked.

"Tell me again what happened" she ordered as she stared into the cell, seeing the prisoner lie on the straw covered mat on the floor. "Run me through it once more. Everything that happened since he arrived" she ordered.

She looked in on the Argonian boy lying over the straw style bed, dressed in the ragged sack clothes befitting every prisoner in the jail. His headfin was broken in several places and his face was badly bruised and swollen. Wounds that had finally stopped bleeding had covered his torso, and, as she listened to him sleep, it seemed he had some difficulty breathing.

The first guard, the imperial known as Dretton, cleared his throat.

"He arrived outside the gates, half naked and half dead in my opinion. He was beaten and we assume raped as well, from the look of him. We were stationed at the gates when he walked up, out of the woods. Said he had something important to tell us" he said. The second guard, the one named Tarvish, held out his hand.

"He claimed he had killed Malgar, the Commander of the Scarlet brigade" he said, as Renault looked over at his hand for a moment, seeing the bloodstained and gleaming ring in his palm. "It was well known that Malgar had a nose ring like this. We brought him in with this as proof. "

"He was having trouble talking, sounded like his throat had been crushed. But he didn't want water or to rest" Dretton said as he continued. "He insisted he had more to tell us. And the first thing he said was that he was the new commander."

"That took us by surprise" Tarvish admitted. "Malgar is dead, and according to him, Rishka, the next in line, is either dead or soon to be dead, so, if unofficially, he's in charge of the Scarlet Brigade."

"He told us everything" Dretton said as Renault looked at him. "Complete descriptions of everything we need to know. Layouts of the village, patrol schedules, the best and worst fighters, where the weaponry is stored, everything" he said.

"Apparently there's some kind of party going on right now" said Tarvish. "Them brigade soldiers are breaking in new recruits, prisoners from Warlords Roark's tower" he said. "If that's true, then we now know who took him out. The warlord did have his enemies, but he never made it clear he'd attack a city or whatnot, and we know now who took him and his tower down."

"And the boy told us everything he did as well" Dretton said. "Told us about the Blade member he had killed "he stopped when he saw Renault inhale quickly, but she gave no other indication that what she just heard still affected her. The blades were like a family, a military one, but a family still. The unsolved death of one of their own was always a burden for them to bear.

"When he was younger, and everything he's done since" Dretton said when he felt it was safe enough to continue. "All the men and women who have disappeared on the roads around the woods and apparently, he even gave Malgar the plans to take down the tower."

"Captain" Tarvish said as he took Renault's attention. "He's given us enough information that we can take down the brigade tonight. It's a perfect opportunity" he said.

"And you want to let him go, because he told a few stories?" Renault said with a dark look in her eyes. Tarvish and Dretton both sank back slightly under her gaze.

"I didn't say...'Tarvish began.

"he's a murderer. Boy or man, it makes no difference" she said sharply. "The Scarlet Brigade is one of the biggest annoyances out there in Cyrrodiil, and if he's part of it, that makes him liable for everything that they have all done" she said. "Just because he brought himself in and admitted to a few wrongdoings doesn't mean we let him go."

"Captain, look at him" Dretton said. "Look at the condition he's in. Do you think he's the same as them, if they did that to one of their own?"

"So, because he got beat up and admitted a few bad things, he deserves instant forgiveness and a pardon?" she said in annoyance."This boy is a killer. Whatever has happened to him in the last few hours, does not and will not erase the fact of what he's done. If its true that he's done everything he's admitted to, then I see no reason to end his miserable life" she said.

There was silence for a few moments, before Dretton spoke up.

"Captain, I do believe in what your saying" he said as she looked at him. "But, I don't think killing him will solve anything"

"And why not?" she demanded.

"Because he hasn't asked for it" Tarvish said as he spoke u. "Usually when criminals get caught, and you know this is true, they do anything to avoid prison" he said. "They beg, they threaten, they bribe, they even try to work out deals."

"But he hasn't done any of this" Dretton said. "Not once did he ask for a deal, or try to convince us to do anything like forgiveness or a pardon. He told us everything willingly and then let us lock him up before we fetched you."

Captain Renault said nothing as she thought over what she had just heard yet again. She still looked angry over the whole thing, so Dretton continued.

"Captain, I'm not saying he should be punished. You know as well as I do that the death of a Blades member is enough to put you in jail for life. Anything else major on your criminal record is enough to earn a death sentence" he said.

"But I don't think he deserves death" Tarvish said to the captain. "I don't' think it would solve anything in this case. If he was bribing us and begging us for a second chance after getting caught from slaughtering an orphanage of children, then I wouldn't hesitate in agreeing with you."

"So what do you suggest then?" Renault said as she crossed her arms over chest.

"Captain, I think life imprisonment is best" Dretton said to her. "Honestly, I think he feels remorse for what he's done, otherwise I doubt he would have come here. We've met Brigade members before, and once they convert you, you're a brother or sister for life. Nothing makes you change back. No true brigade brother would have come here as he did" he said.

"So, let him live out the rest of his life having to live with the guilt on what he's done?" Renault asked.

"Yes Captain" Dretton said with a nod.

Captain Renault turned once again back to the cell, watching the boy sleep. She ran the information over and over in her mind, weighing her options. She knew that whatever decision she came to, the guards would carry it out

.

Dretton and Tarvish both stood back as they watched her in silence. Both of them were waiting for her decision. Captain Renault was not the official captain of the Chorrol guard, their regular captain was away in Bravil. She had been visiting, and was currently the highest authority available for this sort of thing. And they both knew, even if they didn't like it, they would obey her orders.

"What's his name?" she asked finally.

"He said his name was Roka" Dretton said. Renault nodded as she watched him from the cell door for another few moments before she turned.

"Gather every available guard" she said, her face set in stone. "Rouse the Fighters Guild and bring in their men. And whoever is in the Mage's Guild as well" she said.

"Captain?" Tarvish asked.

"We'll need every available force, now" she ordered. "Hackdirt is now a threat. With no official commander, that brigade is now a ticking time bomb and I will not allow this threat to remain any longer. Any prisoners will be rescued. Any who fight us, will pay for their crimes" she said.

"Yes Ma'am" they both said as they brought their hands up in a salute against their helmets. Renault nodded before she walked past them both towards the door at the end of the hall.

"But what about the boy?" Dretton asked. Renault stopped and turned around.

"Life imprisonment, for his crimes. He an avoid the death penalty for the death of Malgar and Rishka" she said over her shoulder. "Let him live with his guilt."

"And for the information he brought us?" Travish asked. Renault narrowed her eyes for a moment before she spoke.

"Then maybe, and that's a big maybe, he can ask for an early release" she said finally.

Dretton and Travish both nodded to that. "After a thirty year period of coruse" she added as she resumed her leave.

"Well, it ould have been worse for him" Travish said as they both looked in on the sleeping Argonian for a moment before they went to follow her.

"Yes, she could have slit his throat the moment she came down here" Dretton said. "I do feel sorry for him though."

"Why? He's still a killer and a murderer. Renault is right, we can't forget these kind of things when it comes to criminals" Travish said.

"I know" Dretton said as he stopped for a moment. "But I don't think monsters like that feel guilt" he said as they both took their leave. The two left Roka alone in his cell, leaving him to the first of many, many nights alone, his past sins finally met with the consequences of those actions.

Many days would follow in which Roka would be alone with just his thoughts and his memories of what he had done. There would be many nights as well, in which his dreams would be haunted by his guilt and remorse. And there would be many times when he would be unable to stop crying from the heartache of what he did to his family.

But on that night, that first night of many many more, Hackdirt burned.