An Observer's Escape: Part 1 - The Captive
An Observer's Escape: Part 1 - The Captive
By: Pyros Byrnur
Female Observer is captured and her Argonian cell mate must save her.
Disclaimer: Don't Read if you're under 18/21 depending on your location. This is an Elder Scrolls Fanfiction, the race of Argonian is copyright to the Bethesda guys, but the characters of Ciira and Cil'uan are copyright to moi. This story contains slavery, rape, and malicious actions involving torture and murder. If any of this offends you, leave now or forever be scarred.
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Ciira's (pronounced Ch-ee-rah) eyes slowly fluttered open; one of her eyes remained swollen shut however as she raised her head, letting out a low groan of pain as she felt the soreness in her neck and shoulders return. "Ohhhhh..." She tried to raise her right paw to feel the extent of the swelling, but found that she could raise it no further than her shoulder's height. When she tried her left paw, she found that it too was restricted. After stupidly staring at the ground before her for a few moments, she realized that her wrists were bruised and bleeding from the rusted iron shackles that bound her, and that a similar pair were encasing her ankles. With her good eye, she took a look down her battered body.
Ciira, before being beaten into her current state, had been a beautiful emerald dragoness, her scales had glistened with a dewy shine, every movement had made her hide reflect light in every direction, literally creating an aura around her. Her lineage as a Craess had given her the sand-colored ram horns that curved from behind her head and ended in a point just beneath her eyeridge. Her tail was spiked at the tip, with 4 spikes, each smaller than the last, from the tip. Now, her scales were scabbed and caked in the filth they collected from being dragged along the ground, and her horns were fractured in several places. Her tail spikes had been completely sawed off, and the scales around where they once were had been worn down heavily, so that the skin beneath was bloody raw.
"Ghhhh... Guhhhh..." The green slowly raised her head and looked around at her surroundings. She was chained to a dank wall, which was surrounded by a semi-circle of iron bars, preventing her from escaping even if she were to break free from her chains. The floor was concrete, and covered in a filthy layer of straw, dirt and muck, much of it now caking her front. She saw numerous other cages in the same room, the occupants hidden in the shadows. Ciira shifted to get a better view, and the movement brushed her back against the wall. Pain suddenly flared through her, and she let out a cry filled with pain and shock. Her vision began to dim, and while she fought it, she heard heavy footsteps coming closer and closer. Before the darkness claimed her once again, she heard them stop.
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Cil'uan (pronounced ss-ill-oo-awn) stared directly at the ground as the Imperials guided him along, his clawed toes scratching light furrows into the muck and dirt along the ground. He listened in on their conversation, the uneducated brutes evidently unaware of his ability to speak, and understand Imperial. "All the cages are full... where do we throw this one?" Asked one guard. The other replied, "Bah, just throw the dumb reptile in with the odd one we found. Maybe they'll even mate and we'll be able to start our own breeding farm." That produced a laugh from his companion, and they stopped before a rather decrepit cage.
Slight jingles were produced from the key ring that one of the guards pulled out, the man trying several different keys before finding the correct one, and the door creaked open noisily. Soon afterwards, the men through their Argonian prisoner through and slammed the door shut behind them, locking it and making their way back out of the disgusting room. Cil'uan took a quick look at his new surroundings, then took an inventory on his own faculties.
Cil'uan was a young Argonian of a red color, he was in the middle of his male life-stage, just young enough to experience the hunter-wanderer instincts, but old enough to survive them. His body was covered in small, hide-like scales, and a thick, muscular tail sprouted from just above his bottom. He stood at about the average height of most of his kind, and could easily blend in with a crowd of other Argonians, as unlikely as it was to find such a gathering in the Imperial capital city.
His limbs were all in working order, and he seemed to be in decent condition, considering the rough treatment he and all other slaves were given. He was, at the very least, in much better shape than his cellmate. He looked over the odd reptile chained to the wall and grimaced at the extent of her wounds. Any normal Argonian would have died long ago from such horrific damage, yet she still seemed to be breathing, for the moment. There didn't seem much he could do to help her, and, as he was afraid of hurting her more by trying to wake her, Cil'uan decided to let her be for the moment. Instead, he laid himself down on the cleanest spot of grime he could find, and did what he could to fall asleep.
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A loud clatter nearby roused Cil'uan from his already restless sleep, his eyelid's fluttering groggily open. He took a glance over to what had made the noise, and he heard more clattering. Through the darkness, he could make out three shapes in the adjacent cage, one prisoner and two other figures that he presumed were guards, despite their casual attire. He could hear the muffled yells of the captive, and when he squinted, he could see why she was so distressed.
"Hold her down dammit!" One of the guards, a red-scaled Argonian, muttered. The other, a green-tinted Argonian, growled in reply, took her hands and chained them to the wall behind her, her arms held high as she slumped to the ground, sobbing. Both guards were Argonian themselves, but obviously spoiled from their freedom and the power they wielded as Imperial Guards. The female Argonian that they had chained to their liking struggled, loud whimpers rising from her, fear creeping in at the thought of what they might have had planned. "Alright, there. Now let'sss hurry up before sssomeone ssseesss usss..."
Cil'uan's eyes widened when he saw the first guard loosen his belt and drop his pants to the floor, his hands stroking over his already swollen genital slit. The second guard merely stood there, holding the captured Argonian's legs open, giving the first perfect access to her body, even as she squirmed against him and sobbed piteously. The first grinned, his hands leaving his parting slit, letting his maleness slip free into the dank air of the cage. His hands instead found a new place on the female's breasts, roughly squeezing at the scaled mammaries, sending a shock of slight pain and arousal through her body. She cried out as his hands started to molest her body, her struggles lessening as her body began to betray her, her slit slowly moistening, slick internal juices finding their way down her virginal passage.
The second guard shifted his grip slightly and, without any warning, slipped a finger directly into her slit, spreading her walls around the scaly digit roughly. He laughed, wiggling it around within her and making her squirm all the more, and growled to his friend. "She's wet already, the stupid bitch is enjoying it." The red before her cackled, one of his hands remained on her scaly tit, his other moving to his roughly scaled manhood, the length throbbing in anticipation, pre dribbling lewdly from the tip. He aimed it at her belly and squeezed, sighing in delight as his fluids splattered over her filthy front, adding to the degradation.
The female sobbed again, the male's juices caked more of the dirt on her flesh and quickly dried, leaving white and brown streaks from the center of her belly down to her slit, where the green's fingers were still stroking in and out of her, wiggling around to loosen her up a little bit for them both. Her arousal, to her shame, was now dripping free of her slit, slick, hot juices coated the male's fingers even as he plunged them deeper into her. Her teeth clenched around the filthy leather gag that they fitted her with, sobs erupting from her as the reality of the situation hit her. She was nothing but a toy to them, a breathing, warm-bodied toy for the guards to do whatever they wished with.
The green behind her pulled his fingers free from her oozing slit and spread her lips for the guard molesting her breasts. She swallowed, feeling the male's shaft press against her, the tip slowly moving down her front, leaving a white streak of depravity as it went, until it pressed against her untouched sex. Her snout raised slightly, tearful, begging eyes looking to the male before her. The moment froze in time, her body clenched tight in anticipation and shameful arousal, her eyes begging him not to violate her, and the male grinning into that pitiful face, letting her know he had no such intentions of stopping.
Cil'uan's eyes shut, no longer wanting to see the oncoming rape and torture, but he couldn't stop himself from hearing the muffled scream rise from the female as the guard suddenly rammed himself into her, his thick shaft ripping straight through her body and forcing her newly deflowered sex to stretch around him. He laughed deliriously, his hands returning to her tits and gripping them firmly, squeezing the lovely mammaries as he began to stroke himself in and out of her clenching, drooling depths. The slave sobbed louder into her gag, struggling again as the guard raped her. She could feel every inch of his scaly cock stroking in and out of her, every bump, ridge and vein stretching out her most private flesh, forcing her to feel him violate her to her very core, his thick tip spraying her down with his juices, intermingling with her own as they oozed out of her. The red bent his head down over her and groaned right into her face, his hot breath panting out against her as he muttered, "Nnnnghhh... ssshe ssso freaking... tight..."
The green grinned as he watched his friend take their slave, his hands holding her hips so that the red could concentrate solely on violating her to the best of his abilities. He could feel how her body shuddered with each violent thrust into her body, how she sobbed with shame at being used so carelessly by them. Merely watching, as close as he was, began to arouse him, his own scaly maleness stiffening from behind her. He looked to his red scaled companion and grinned to him, lifting their shared toy's tail and chaining it to her wrist cuffs, keeping it held high. The female's eyes widened again and she turned her head, looking fearfully back at the male, then whimpering when she saw the malicious grin he gave her.
A rather loud, muffled scream echoed slightly throughout the room, the green lunging forward and burying himself into her unprepared tailslit, tearing her open with the sheer girth of his shaft, blood oozing out of her as the guard's hips bucked back and forth, working himself deeper into her. Her screams slowly dulled down as pleasure, pleasure she didn't want, began to course through her and she felt ashamed, more tears streaming down her cheeks and over her exposed front. The guards began to work out a rhythm, taking turns shoving their throbbing erections into the squirming slave. Her cries of pain slowly went away, replaced completely by her grunts and sobbed out moans as the pleasure began to overwhelm her. Just a few minutes into the rape, she felt it. The feeling of the pleasure taking over her body, making her thrust back against her rapists as her body started squeezing down on them, clenching and milking their cocks for their seed, her own fluids spraying from her bloody sex against the red's thighs.
The red stopped for a bit, and the slave almost hoped that he had finished, but saw that he seemed surprised that she was enjoying their movements. She saw the rage in his gaze when he looked at her, and couldn't help but whimper in response. He growled to his partner, who nodded in return and started ramming himself into their shared toy as roughly as he could, his claws digging into her thighs as he tried to cause as much pain as he could while still working himself towards a climax. The slave's screams quickly started back up as both guards took special efforts to cause her pain, even as the rape continued. Her legs trembled as their thick shafts continued to rock back and forth within her tortured body, her depths bloody from the tears their rough treatment created. She began to feel light-headed from the loss of blood, every ooze of fluid from her holes tainted deep red with her life's essence.
The fact that she was beginning to bleed to death from their sheer thrusting seemed to arouse both males greatly, and their thrusting sped up quickly. In time, their hips rammed against her own, sheathing themselves into her bleeding, clenching orifices time and again, forcing yet more screams of pain from her, while their own grunts of malicious lust and sick delight spread forth. Their own fluids continued to spray into her, contaminating her to her very core, mixing in with her blood even as her walls were coated with their fluids. Her eyes began to flutter shut as they took her, the loss of blood beginning to take its toll. However, before she could pass into merciful unconsciousness, the feeling of their cocks throbbing within her, and the pain of their clenching claws tore her back into full awareness.
Deep within her body, their shafts throbbed and twitched, and at the same time, both males sheathed themselves into her body, and bit down on her flesh. Their scaly sacs drew up a bit to their bodies as they climaxed, grunting lowly into her as hot, thick seed sprayed deep into her rump, and filled her womb. Gushes of the thick, viscous fluid filled her from both ends, some dribbling down despite the tight seal their thick, scaly shafts made within her. Darkly tinted cum dribbled from her body from both ends, staining the filthy ground all the more with the mixture of their fluids. She let out a desperate whimper as they continued to rape her for a few more moments, fully enjoying their climaxes within her, more fluids oozing to the ground, forming a small pool beneath the trio.
The guards pulled out quickly after finishing and grinned across at each other. The abused female slumped in her chains, heavy pants of breath coming from her, broken by intermittent sobs of shame and disgust. The red-scaled Argonian went to his knees before her so that he was at eye-level and looked almost compassionate to her plight. He raised a hand and stroked her tear-stained cheek, offering her a small smile. "Don't worry... the pain won't last long sistre..." He then stepped back and nodded to his companion. The green behind her brought his dagger down and swept it across her neck quickly, blackish-red blood gushing from her throat. The poor slave let out one last gurgling sob and went slack in her chains, blood drenching her front. The guards laughed and violated her body one last time, masturbating themselves to climax over her corpse before they dragged her body away, dragging it along the ground carelessly.
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Cil'uan's eyes remained clenched shut as tears dripped from his face. He said a small prayer for the spirit of his departed sistre, and for the safe passage of her soul to the next life. His next thought was of the well-being of his cell-mate. With a glance at the still unconscious female he shared his cage with, he began to think of how to save her from a similar fate.
*Not my best work, but I just wanted to get it done before I lost all interest in the next chapter. Sadly, this is just a prelogue to the actual story I had in mind, but it helps set up better I think. ~Pyros*