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It had been a week since Boryn bought Gertrude and Braithe, and he had to admit, he was surprised at Braithe's efficiency in helping keep the place free of dust and dirt. He was rather curious, though, at Gertrude's rather sloppy form when smithing. Sure, Orcs weren't known for their craftsmanship, but she was making novice mistakes. He was also certain that both Mer were informed about the 'punishments' he employed, and it might be Gertrude was testing his patience. He also had yet to reward his escorts for last week, something he was trying to rectify, though She-Who-Chirps kept him rather busy, usually under his desk. There was a certain charm in that, but he had plans to execute.

The rest of the slaves stood at attention at the end of the week, no doubt, awaiting the results of their labors. His escorts, Guards-With-Life and Menghri, got to have a day off, which he mentally noted. Jhor'rezz, having not purposely messed up this week, can come later to discuss a proper reward for her that she would like. Faylen had done well pruning the garden, keeping the ingredients from being overrun by weeds and pests alike, so she will have an upgrade to her quarters within the week. Helen's batch of potions this past week definitely proved very potent, so they'd bring a decent sum when sold, so she got to experiment with some of the ingredients, rather than focus on Stamina Potions. Gretta, who usually prepped meals and handled cattle, seemed a bit off this past week, which cause Boryn to raise a brow in curiosity, and made mention that he'll speak with her later.

Now it came to Braithe. He had performed very well, and purposely chose to wear a skirt, something the Dunmer was more than curious to get to the bottom of. Gender Alteration spells weren't uncommon, but permanent changes like that, only a Grand-master of that school could even hope to tap into, and he highly doubted that he was being tutored by a Grand-master themselves. However, he'd discuss with the Altmer about a proper reward that they would like. He turned his attention to Gertrude, her arms folded, as if expecting something for such a meager display. The weapons themselves looked like a massive pile of dung, which was already showing poor bladesmithing. He had to make a show that this was unacceptable.

He walked over and picked up a blade. It was uneven on any standard, and felt far too heavy for just a simple long sword. He cast a glance to his escorts, which they picked up the other two blades. He may not have muscles himself, at least, in an unaugmented way, but even he knew that the metal was burned. It wouldn't make it through one swing. He started at the Orsimer in her eyes and swung the blade upon a wooden crate, everyone hearing the unwanted sound of that particular ping, the blade breaking in a fantastic manner, leaving only shards of metal, the wooden crate barely scratched.

"This is beyond poor, even from a bystander's point of view. If you were trying to test me, Gertrude, this most certainly wouldn't do. You said you were a Forge Wife, and after seeing this, I am starting to have serious doubts..."

"You didn't even know how to wield the thing, you're such a scrawny-armed Milk Drinker."

At that, he gave a smirk, "Menghri, Guards-With-Life, care to demonstrate who is telling the truth?"

A single nod to each other, and they both repeated his test, and again, blade shards were all that were left. Clearly having exposed the lack of effort, Boryn stared at Gertrude, who just huffed and crossed her arms. A snap of his fingers, and both ladies restrained Gertrude, who was struggling to fight them off. Against one, she might have a chance, but against both, not even a question in his mind. He knew both of them trained effortlessly when they weren't flanking his side, and the fact that they both were easily able to overpower the Orsimer left little to the imagination.

"For such an astonishing lack of effort, and complete disregard of the task, your 'punishment' shall be public."

"What? You gonna try and fuck my throat?"

"Interesting idea, but no, that's later..." he snapped his fingers, and Gertrude's eyes widened in shock, biting her lower lip as he summoned buzzing orbs against her nipples and nethers, the Breton and Nord walking up and just ripping the clothes off of the Orc. She'd have to earn herself a new set of clothes, as not even Jhar'rezz messed up this bad, even on purpose. He wasn't done either, another snap of his fingers and the Orsimer huffed loudly, blushing as she felt, not one, but two magical apparitions start to take her nether holes. Seems she was used to anal, something Boryn took note of.

She continued to huff, but he could see her resistance wavering, and it wasn't over yet. A third snap, and the Orsimer finally moaned, and loudly at that, as both apparitions lengthened and thickened, taking her holes as if they were connected to some Nix Hounds in breeding season. Seems like she could take a lot, but if she was now moaning, and dripping, it wouldn't take much more. On the bonus, the fact this was in front of the others showed that he may have had mercy, but such public degradation and humiliation would break bad habits, even for those who enjoyed being publicly used. He walked up and gently grabbed Gertrude's head, forcing her to look up at him, still moaning deeply.

"Will you purposely fail me again?"

"N-no..."

A magical slap on her ass, leaving an electric arc, causing the Orc to scream as she came, "No, WHAT?!"

"N-no... Muthsera..."

"Better... you will perform your task again this week, and this time, I expect you to make six, and each one better be up to standard. Are we clear?"

"C-c-crystal... M-Muthsera..."

With that, he let go of her head, stepping away, hearing her scream in orgasm again before dispelling his Conjured toys. The other five were blushing intensely at the display, Braithe's skirt tenting ever so pitifully, and when he turned to Gertrude and his escorts, he waved them off. He'll dispense the next week's tasks in a few hours, so they were free to tend to their own private matters for the time being.

He knew what he was doing, but this was the first time he'd actually spy on his Slaves. Guards-With-Life and Menghri has gone into the same quarters, Menghri's quarters. Boryn had an idea of what they were doing, but he wanted to be certain of it. He cautiously stepped over and pressed his ear to the wooden door, hearing the sounds of metal armor clanging on the ground. Then, he opened the door silently, and just a crack, peering in, and grinned, watching the Argonian getting eaten out by the Khajiit. His grin widened further when he saw both of them wearing the rings he gave them. They were dedicated and loyal to him, yes, but it seems they only had eyes for each other for bedside manners. He silently closed the door and slipped away, an idea forming on what kind of gift he can give them.

He had the time, but first, he had tasks to assign. He'd send Helen to Sadrith Mora to sell off those potions she brewed. An easy task, yes, but he expected a few of the bottles to be sold. He had to deal with Gretta and whatever was causing her to slip up. Faylen would probably end up reorganizing his library, nothing too difficult, but he did want them alphabetized. Jhor'rezz, he'd probably have her do the laundry, with explicit instructions on not rubbing his sheets with her scent. He had trouble sleeping the one time she did do that. Braithe, he'd have the Altmer try their hand at cooking. Gertrude already had her task, Guards-With-Life and Menghri were always training and being at his side when he left the tower.

With that done, he looked up to see She-Who-Chirps, practically wearing nothing, and wanting more of the Dunmer. He'd have to curb her appetite for now, standing up and picking up the document, handing it to the Argonian concubine, "Make sure they know their tasks and instructions. I have a few things I need to handle before I even toy with the idea of making you a mess."

She blinked, but understood all too well. Yes, she was free, but she chose to remain as one of his Concubines. She had direct authority over the Slaves now, and enjoyed other freedoms, but she would always do as Boryn said, and not just to sate her own greedy needs either. As she shuffled out, Boryn headed towards a part of his tower he barely visited anymore, but, he had two new slaves, and he wanted to give his escorts something special. First, the ring for Gertrude, the typical symbolism of true devotion and loyalty, but with an enchanted spell to boost her fertility. As was the case with all of the slaves and concubines, if they chose to put on the ring, it was the sign he needed. He enjoyed breeding his slaves and concubines, yes, but it was very important for him to know it was consensual.

Braithe was rather unique, but he wanted to get to the bottom of that mess before drawing up an enchanted item for the Altmer, which left him with the gift for his escorts. A single amulet, with a unique enchantment. This would need some testing to get right, but for the moment, the purpose was to give the wearer a shaft of their species. If he got the enchantment right, it would be a wonderful thing for the two, since if they were that devoted to one another, this would only make them happier. And while he toyed with the idea of playing surrogate father, it would only hamper things. No, he would do this for them, the only two he'd never touch in a sexual manner, and he was fine with that.

Checking to see that the enchantment was stable, he called for his other Concubine that remained at the tower, a Redguard woman. She was the first who submitted to him and put on the ring, and was also the first to bear him children, though it was a secret they decided to keep. Hence why the other Concubines were looking for a suitable place to move to, preferably off of Vvardenfell. Fran stripped down, baring herself to him before putting on the amulet, gasping and holding her nethers. Boryn watched, mentally taking notes as she gained a six inch length, same color and thickness as a Redguard's regular shaft, with two testicles to match.

"That... that hurt... fuck!"

"That's... surprising... might want to recommend a numbing agent, preferably topical, before wearing the amulet."

"Wh-why make such a thing, my love?" Fran asked, her voice strained at the pain of new organs growing in her.

"The two escort slaves I have? Turns out, they are madly in love with one another."

"Ugh, disgusting..."

He furrowed his brow, gently taking the amulet off of Fran, who grunted and groaned in pain at the organs disappearing in her, "While I appreciate your input, do remember that not everyone shares your perspective and views. At least respect their decision."

With that, he picked up a numbing agent he had prepared, intending on using it on Jhor'rezz the next time she failed a task, since she enjoyed feeling pleasure and pain. A bit cruel, but a punishment was a punishment, and he had ideas on proper lessons for the kinky cat. For now, he had a gift to give, and an Altmer to question. He made his way to Menghri's Quarters, pressing his ear to the door, hearing soft moans and hisses on the other side. He chanced a peek, seeing them both rubbing their heated pussies against each other, carefully slipping in as they were both lost in pleasure.

He watched them for a few moments, then closed the door loudly, jolting both of them out of their haze, staring at him with wide eyes. It was no use, he'd caught them in the act, but he saw the look of absolute terror in their eyes. Boryn walked over, caressing both of their cheeks, giving a soft smile.

"I only wish you both told me. I'm not upset, in fact, I'm more than happy to see you two love one another."

Both of them blinked, then sighed in relief, Guards-With-Life looking up, "You... approve? Of us?"

"Yes. And I also noticed you both wearing the rings."

Menghri blushed heavily, looking up like a hopeful kitten, "W-we know we can't breed one another, and we had no idea how to even ask... if you would breed us... but..."

He raised his hand, stopping her words, "I already figured you both didn't care about me in that way. And as enticing an offer, I have one better... with one restriction. If you put this on, be sure to use the numbing oil. I haven't perfected this enchantment yet, but without the oil, there will be incredible pain. With this amulet, whoever puts it on... well, you'll be capable of breeding one another."

Both of their eyes widened, tears welling up in their eyes as he handed over both items. He just smiled, seeing the Khajiit gently apply the oil as the Argonian draped the amulet over her head, both of them watching in awe as the Argonian gained a reptilian shaft, prehensile like a true Argonian's shaft. Boryn smiled, watching them both embrace each other, kissing like teenagers before the Argonian made her move, pinning her kitty lover, and start to frantically drive into the yowling Khajiit with all the eagerness of a virgin.

He left them to their own devices, knowing they were going to spend all day swapping that amulet and experimenting further. He liked that, seeing his slaves happy, when it was earned like that. He'll draft up release papers for those two within the coming weeks, but not making them Concubines, no no no, he'd make them his personal guards. Hlaarun can't say shit on that. But now, he had an Altmer to talk to. He found Braithe in the kitchen, scrambling about like a newborn Guar, trying to come up with something to cook for the evening.

The Altmer stopped in his tracks, almost like an Ox-Nix in torchlight. Boryn smiled, walking over and resting against a wall, just watching. Finally finding his nerves, Braithe continued scrambling around, giving the Dunmer the chance to use his little Detect Magic spell. Oddly enough, not a drop of magic oozed out of the male, only the collar. Even with the spell and collar, he'd see channels where the innate magicka was being drained by the collar, so this confirmed his suspicions, the feminine male made up the story.

Just as Braithe finished gathering things to start dinner, the High Elf jumped when he felt that hand grip his plush ass, shakily turning over to stare right at the Dunmer's smoldering gaze. To Braithe, Boryn looked so dreamy, wanting to just ask the Dunmer to take him, but instead, chose to blush madly. Boryn leaned in, still groping that ass in a teasing manner, getting a soft moan from the Altmer.

"Just ask me when you're ready, and I'll make you feel like a true female," was all he whispered before leaving the Altmer, knowing the femboy would be too awestruck to notice his disappearance. Curious, yes, but Boryn wanted to take his time, and be patient. He stepped back to his foyer, sipping some tea as a new report lay in front of him. Picking it up, he peered into it, then smiled softly, which grew into a deep grin. Soon, his plans will bear fruit, and Vvardenfell will be but a distant memory.