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When the Argonian woke up, it was to find no one else sleeping in the bed. Pelts still covered him and his sore body as he began to stir and force his pained legs to work. His backside was in a sorrier state, making sitting or sleeping on his back impossible. But so participated his tail, still entrenched within his hole, and whose movement always poked his bowels and teased them.

It was impossible to fall asleep again in that position. So he began to roll from below the pelts, no longer resting his head in the middle of the bed. And then, he stumbled on his left side on the cold wooden planks making up the shabby cabin. Like yesterday, the place was tidy except for the shards of glass in a corner... Or the missing bow and arrows as he began to stumble on his feet and then waddle, his balance ruined by his tail busily wrangling against his prostate.

One step after another, his hands extended to keep his balance when the rest was out of commission, the large Argonian tried to descend the slope. Contrary to yesterday, the passage seemed more tedious to descend. And adding to that was the trail of fluids behind him: the Orc's and his own. One coming from his ass that wasn't perfectly plugged, and the other from his dick that still ached and burned from yesterday's injection. The syringe tube had slipped away, leaving his sore and gaped urethra exposed and mostly... Dripping.

The White decay wasn't a kind poison, especially when applied directly within the genitals, but... Just remembering the pain from it, the sensation, the delectable pressure of the liquid inside his nuts was enough to elicit another little spurt from him and another whack on his prostate from the swaying tail.

Just enough to make him nearly lose his balance. But he recovered it before stumbling on a rock and managed to cross the river to the other side of the cavern.

From the light peering through the cavern's opening on his right, it was nearly midday. The sky was clear, and the ushered sun brought clarity to the place... If it didn't account for the constant cooking fire where the other bandits usually huddled together. But instead of the whole group from yesterday, there were only two people: a Redguard and a Breton.

Both men looked as old as the Orc, probably friends or some he had dragged into his scheme.

For the former, he possessed a tanned skin that, along with its leather-like texture, proved he was a wanderer who had recently established himself in. He was lean with a natural stance of a swordsman barely concealed under his floaty attire. Adding to that was his shaved head, his short beard, along with his brown eyes made him look like a sage.

As for the second, the Breton, his skin was more fair. His attire was ragged but seemed to be the remain of a mage robe. The worn-down cloth had been patched up time and time again until it was a ragtag of a robe. His face was rugged, too, with a long and braided beard of the same color as his long pepper and salt hair.

But right as he turned toward the wobbling Argonian, his green eyes lit up, and a dirty grin appeared on that face: gold teeth and a missing canine; he hadn't been lucky.

"Hah, here's the Chief's wife. We heard him ruin you good," leered the Human while ignoring his duty which was a small pot filled with fat and green, a stew that was getting added meat from the Redguard who was cutting a salted pork leg.

"He," began the Argonian with a rough tone. Only to reprimand himself and cough, speaking in a higher and less assertive pitch. "Yes, he wanted to reward me."

To this, the Breton grinned and slapped his left knee while extending it, tapping the thigh. All the while, the circumspect Redguard watched.

"Come on, girl, have a seat."

"Really? It's the boss' property. Are you insane?"

"Ahhh, he wouldn't mind," shooed the Breton with a dismissive hand while the Dragonborn approached. "And I'm sure our "Dragonborn" wants another reward, am I right?"

Biting those lips and keeping the thighs clenched, the Argonian danced a bit in place. Her arms held behind her back, she finally nodded like one of those shy village girls. A little act grown from habits and imitation which made strolling close to the Breton easy... Only to be stopped by the tail flaying the needy prostate.

"I cannot sit. Daddy told me to keep my tail inside," mumbled the Dragonborn while staying close to the Human, who huffed and shook his head.

"Daddy here, Daddy there. If you pull your tail and let it out, we can still refill you. Right?" he asked, this time addressed to the Redguard, who nodded before adding another cut to the stew.

"See. Come, girl, let me have a look at you."

This time, the Argonian did follow but still tried not to pull the tail away. Feeling the lukewarm semen churning inside and the tip teasing the swollen prostate was too much of a delight to abandon. And soon, beneath the filthy loincloth popped another "stiffy". One the Breton watched with glimmering eyes and another smile while that Whore finally sat on the thinnest part of his lap with her legs spread and her ass overtly exposed. In a way, the Dragonborn sat on the thighs instead of the cheeks, and the precarious position forced the Slut to wrap an arm around the Breton's shoulders as an anchor point.

An action he interpreted to be an invitation to wrap one hand around the Argonian's plump waist and to extend the wooden ladle to her.

"Here, be a good girl and stir for me."

"Isn't it too much?" asked the Redguard, this time criticizing with his eyes. "Her ass, making her work in your stead, you don't want her to hunt for you too?"

"No, not like that, friend," answered the Mage as the ladle finally departed from his grip, and he offered the scaled neck a kiss. "I always fancied a woman who cared for our house in my absence. And it wouldn't hurt to the wifey how to handle the ladle."

Concluding that, the Breton guided the Dragonborn's hand in his stirring, grabbing the large wrist to keep it moving while he groped that roundish and scaled ass.

The calloused and scarred fingers easily pushed within those plushy but mostly sore cheeks, eliciting little gasps from the Slut. Just enough that she nearly made the ladle fall before turning to the human.

"Sir... I am still sore," stated the Dragonborn with the whiniest voice that could be mustered. And it wasn't a lie as those cheeks burned with heat... Not literally, nor stabbed, or worse. But were still in pain enough to warrant caution but also savor the moment.

But the recriminations fell on deaf ears as the Breton lowered his lecherous lips down from that neck to that gorge, giving each scale a lick on the way.

"Sir? I like it. Do I look like a Sir?"

"You look like a bandit paying a whore a hefty sum," responded the Redguard in a prosaic way. But his eyes were definitely on the Dragonborn. And the Swordsman adjusted his posture, stretched his legs.

"Bah! Call me, Sir. I like it."

"Yes... Sir," continued the Argonian while trying not to clench those wide thighs... But in doing so, the damp spot in front of the loincloth became obvious. Luckily enough, the old Mage didn't seem to care. Most of his focus, instead, was devoted to that chest he explored with his right hand and those lips, going so far as to pull on the folds covering the Dragonborn's budding bosoms to grant the left nipple a kiss. Then a soft suction. From the touch, the poor Slut began to moan and exhale, the breath heightened by the relentless touch that left the nipple erected, red, sore, and so needy. A nub the Breton abandoned to focus on the second one, not without commenting on it: "Mhhm. It was a good idea to feed you with those elixirs, they're doing wonders of your body."

"Thank you, Sir," answered the Argonian, still stirring and sometimes glancing at the Redguard, who had put his knife aside to massage his bulge instead. But as soon as the Breton caught on to that gaze, he swatted the Bitch's ass.

"Focus on who you're pleasing," castigated the man, only to give that ass another swat. Another firm spank that made the Dragonborn bite his lips... And feel more precum pouring from his distended urethra. Those cheeks burned, and they burned good, like two charcoal that kept giving whenever the Mage offered them a spank.

SMACK!

And again, this time, the Argonian's eyes nearly rolled as more fluid poured from that erected cock, turning the sheer cloth into a soppy mess. Something noticeable with those trembling thighs and shivering fingers. Those... And the sounds of the liquid dripping on the stone echoing in the large cavern.

"Hehe, we have a spank girl, right?" asked the Human rhetorically, offering a half-toothy grin to the poor Bitch who whimpered. But nodded when another SMACK! resonated through the body.

Her eyes felt humid, but that mouth curled into a smile.

"After the beating she got, she is still asking for it," placidly commented the Redguard, no longer hiding his erection... And massaged it in plain sight.

"Beating?"

"Yeah, you heard it last night. That was brutal."

"Brutal, our boss? What a surprise."

"What are you saying? He's always beating her ass sore, she loves it."

From the last words from the Redguard, the Breton turned to face the Whore while chewing on something. He nodded, then smirked.

"Yeah, you're right."

The admission was enough for the Mage to return to the nipples' ministrations. He may have missed some teeth, but he knew how to bite those nubs with enough pressure to produce a scream and a moan from the slutty and delighted Argonian. She howled... And opened the hips wider. Another invitation taken by the Breton sliding a hand inside, squeezing and massaging those muscles. In between, the scales were damp... But more so was the breach cloth that stuck to the genitals. Translucent, it now followed the Slut's curves: from that tiny dicklet spurting with precum, to the balls looking like oranges today while radiating with heat whenever they were brushed. Something like the Human's fingers when he pushed that thin veil away to cup the scrotum and brush it with that thumb.

And the Breton's eyes lit up with a malevolent expression when he turned to the Redguard, busy as he was, stroking his dick through the clothes.

"Stop stroking yourself and come give her a good meal, she's hungry," mocked the Breton as he brushed the skin. The testicles weighed in his palm and churned with fluid, but the heat from them was abnormal. Unhealthy in a way. And closing his eyes, the Breton passed some magic through the skin, felt the tinge at his fingertips. And laughed.

Laughed while his companion approached, holding his belt to not make his pants fall.

"What is it?" he asked, intrigued while massaging the Slut's face. And pushing a finger through those lips, letting the bitch suckle on the digits as if it brought her subsistence.

"Heh, she took the plunge. Boss decided he didn't want to wait more," chuckled the Breton, stopping his spell and sighing.

"Ah, finally? How long before it happens?"

"Oh, a handful of days." mocked the Mage before giving the Argonian a sudden SMACK! On the testicles. It burned, it nearly blinded the Slut as she closed her jaw... But she didn't plant her teeth into the human's soft meat. No, she was better than that. Even if her tiny balls hurt and seared her mind in the Breton's reach.

And yet, more fluid spurted from her half-hard cocklet while praised by the Human's laughter.

"Oh, you can hiss bitch. But your tiny nuts are as good as dead," continued the human while his thumb pressed further into the tight scrotum. It was akin to pressing some dough or close, but the reaction wasn't long before the bitch gasped and exhaled, her breath shortened by the constant abuse on those nuts.

Her mind and eyes, however, would soon focus on something else as the Redguard's approach turned into exhibitionism.

Those slacks were released, the belt dropped on the ground around the rest. And the Dragonborn had to face that ebony mast sported by the Human. Whereas the Chief possessed something fierce and wide, the Redguard's cock was thinner but longer with an 11 inches reach. A dick whose ebony skin barely allowed the Argonian to see the veins pulsating beneath or distinct the glans as the shaft possessed an ample foreskin with folds circling the damp tip. And from those folds released a strong spicy scent, but also one the Slut knew and came to yearn for.

Without so much of a stroke on that scaled face, the Slut opened her mouth wide to allow the ebony cock to press inside, between the teeth, while welcomed by an extended tongue. And there, the Argonian began to stroke and caress that cock, covering it with lickings motions. The salty skin pressed against the back of the tongue and the palate, it was long, large but not too much, tasty and enthralling, perverted.

There, the Dragonborn closed those languishing eyes and allowed that jaw to do what it did best and to worship. The lips pursed, the tongue unleashed, the teeth minded. And she felt the Redguard's inches progress toward the uvula, in a progress confirmed by the steady hand on the right horn. Pushing more abruptly was to tempt the serrated teeth, no one desired it.

Finally, the Swordsman exhaled, his lips opening and splitting in a large grin.

"Ah yes, she has such a sweet mouth," commented the Human.

Only for his laugh to be picked up by the Breton, one as lecherous as the other.

"Heh, our boss trained her well. Soon, we'll have a proper wifey for us. It's natural to train her to keep the place clean for us."

The Dragonborn didn't mind the explanation. Nor that she minded anything at all when swallowing the spicy precum pouring from the Redguard. A tasty liquid, extremely salty with an unknown aftertaste, with a dense texture that slid beyond his uvula and into the throat. Into the esophagus. Into the empty belly, enkindling something too long disregarded.

A gasp escaped the Slut's mouth, followed by an elongated sigh as that tongue coiled around the black shaft. There, all the savor from the shaft was rubbed and pressed against the tastebuds while the appendage extended and stroked the whole length, squeezed it entirely.

To the Redguard, it felt like someone's soppy hand had grasped his cock and stroked it with a feverish pace. Something so intense his jaw fell open, and his composure crumbled, as well as his control over the Argonian's head.

"Oh- Oh fuck..." he moaned, biting his lips and using both Dragonborn's horns as handles. His legs were almost giving out, shaken by the sensation, while his arms flexed and contracted from the sudden thirst unleashed by the Whore.

"What's happening?"

"I- I guess she is hungry... Fu- Fuck," exhaled the Redguard again, throwing his head back. The Argonian's tongue had merely been coiling around his dick, and it was enough to make his toes curl in their shoes. Even to cover his forehead with sweat.

But this was merely the beginning. The Argonian's tongue couldn't reach further, and the whole muscle had been outstretched further than it should have been, forming a coil around the shaft. And yet, only half of the dick had passed through those hungry lips, only half of the dick was into the Whore.

And then... A silenced pop swept over the Redguard, a sound he was certain to have heard as the pressure around his dick released a bit... And the cold, humid air from the cavern rushed against his damp and sensitive skin, stealing another moan.

"Fu- Fuck... What is she- doing?!"

"Dunno, she's leaking like crazy."

This. This was hard not to notice it when the Argonian bitch spurted ropes of whiteish and watery precum from that tiny nub and the distended urethra. Ropes that came and went so quickly it was almost constant. It dribbled over the overswollen testicles, the Breton's hand, and then fell onto the ground in a puddle.

The Dragonborn was almost cumming from sucking someone off, and it made the Mage's day. He laughed and practically cried.

"Yes! She's leaking! Move a bit, won't you?"

Easier said than done for the Redguard, clenching his fists around the horns. He had to hold on, but just from the sheer strength, his knuckles whitened. His ragged breath was inconstant, controlled by something that wasn't his; Each of the Argonian's movements stole a gasp from him. And it didn't seem to stop as the slutty lizard opened that jaw wide... The serrated teeth shone, blood pulsated within those bodies. And the Dragonborn forced all the Redguard's length within the mouth and beyond to tease it.

Even though the Cocktip teased the uvula and pressed it, even though the shaft pressed through the neck and bulged beneath, even though the dick bulged below the gorge before disappearing... At no time did the Argonian stop until the Swordsman's groin stood against the muzzle and the balls the chin. And at no time did that tongue retract. It inched forward, coiled around the shaft of the poor man who tried to take a few steps. And managed to turn the Bitch's body toward the fire.

The Human nearly collapsed when the ravenous Argonian pulled with that scaled jaw and contracted her tongue. Half a second. And it pulled the shaft out without relaxing the grip over the tip, the foreskin's folds, the veiny length, the base. Over a second, the Swordsman sensed his dick squeezed by the tensile appendage on its way toward the corona and glans, pulling his skin along and coating the shaft with saliva. It squeezed, it massaged, it... It was like being stroked.

And that was solely in a span of a second before the Argonian went back to deepthroat the shaft without giving the human reprieve.

"FU- FUCK! She's fucking good!" he howled with a grimace on his face, his skin corrugated and marked by deep furrows.

An exclamation followed by many more when the Argonian's mouth moved back to release the dick from his throat's depths solely for his tongue to pull the foreskin and the flesh toward the glans. It didn't stop, it wouldn't stop, she wouldn't stop.

Her face was frantic, her breath a whisper, and her mouth a frothing mess from which oozed intermingled precum and saliva. It dripped and dropped into the puddle of watery fluids the Slut kept providing, under the Breton's ministrations.

Provided by that Mage's deft hands, whose presences kept pressing and pressuring the Dragonborn's swollen nuts. The fluids within swirled and churned, influencing the mind of the lust-addled Slut, corrupting her thoughts, erasing her worries, her options. Beneath those calloused fingers that stroked and squeezed, her sole way to progress was to maintain that tongue coiled and for that throat to be used and abused, molested by a Human's dick that kept pulsating inside the bulging gullet.

But then...

Bzzt!

A buzzing sound, bombinating among the cracklings from the fire and the moans from both Humans. Like a spark, breaking through the cavern's warmed air. It creaked, sprung, and finally hit. Right onto... Or more so into the Argonian's balls. A single spark, a jolt, a shock. And a terrible whimper escaped her throat like steel rattling against one another. The Dragonborn's movements stopped.

"Wh- What the fuck did you do?" suddenly asked the Reguard, his voice still wrecked by his heaving breaths. His body trembled, but it surely was from the Argonian's jaw and those serrated teeth threatening his precious manhood.

As for the culprit of such a spell, he grinned and showed off his fake teeth while air crepitated between his fingers, little arcs forming between the tips as he waved them.

"Heh, I wanted to be sure our little slut had some incentive to do her job," mocked the human, solely to be rebuked.

"Fuck you, she was doing great already!"

"Well, she'll do more! Because she'll get another shock as a reward. That's what you want, right, Darling?"

The surprised Argonian didn't utter more, but with her jaw locked and tongue coiled, the Dragonborn still managed to nod. Only to be rewarded by another shock. Another jolt coming from the Mage, laughing his ass off... And gripped her hand to force her to keep stirring.

"Good girl, now work and suck. That's what you do best," continued the Breton as the hand departed from the Argonian's wrist to raise to that blossoming chest. Budding, forming, all under the treatment ordained by the Chief. It was a wonder to see those tiny erected nubs be all needy to the touch and steal whimpers and whispers from the Slut. And the spurts. Again, the tiny "jets" that could have qualified as ejaculation if not for the failed manhood sported between the Dragonborn's legs.

And so... Bolstered by another source of delight and pleasure, of pain and suffering, the Argonian bobbed her head forward. The jaw released, moved, then locked again but further from the Swordman's manhood, easing him off. And shortly after, she pushed the cocktip down that throat once more. A controlled gullet with muscles contracting and clenching around the erected shaft in a brutal way. It wasn't suave or delicate, it was a needy grip... From trained muscles who released all that pent-up desires. But neither side minded as that ebony pillar pushed through the uvula and bestowed its boon in masculine and virile fluids. Whereas these sun-kissed hands gripped those horns to maintain the constant caress and cajoleries on the sensitive skin. It... It was pleasing, despite the degradation. But the Argonian kept bobbing back and forth.

All for more of that sweet and delicious reward in the form of the Mage's jolts and shocks or that mouth that had taken hold of the hither-most nipples. At first, the Human had been content with teasing and licking. But he was now nibbling and beating, pressing his fake teeth around the tiny and sensitive nubs until more gasps squeezed their way through. The crushed vocal cords couldn't express the Argonian's pleasure.

And... It kept on.

Bob in, and there was a shock. Bob out and there was a bite.

Bob in and air shut. Bob out and breathes came.

Bob in, and a caress came onto those feathers. Bob out... And the Human sighed.

It kept going, a pace where the Argonian lost thoughts and purposes, contact and touch. It was... Just a work, a purpose, disdainful tasks that could only be fulfilled by the lowest whore around. She... The Hero, the Dragonborn, the Dragonslayer...

Whose balls were getting fried by a dirty old Mage, and whose airways were getting obstructed by a Swordsman whose cock managed to contest an Orc's dick.

Steadily, the hand's movements became mechanic as the Bitch's eyes became glazed and unresponsive, barely focusing on either human. Contrasting with that tongue turning into a loving embrace, a careful touch, a dedicated embrace that kept giving and giving without taking back.

Saliva dripped, fluids came.

Fluids came.

Not hers. Not another pitiful and ridiculous erection Daddy would have mocked and jested about. Not. A real man's ejaculation with virile fluids pouring out of that ebony and pulsating cock. With his firm hold on the Argonian's horns, the Redguard gave no heed to the gurgles and the weak bobbing from the Slut. He thrust his hips within the ruined throat. It was brutal, careless. But he didn't think about it anymore. There was only the need to empty his nuts. To release the tension in his pent-up groin. He had prided himself in not undertaking pervert actions, not to molest that Bitch... She had saved a village where his family lived in. But now, he couldn't care more.

It was just perfect: that mouth was made to suck, and please cock. That Dragonborn Bitch was made to worship superior beings: to gorge on their spunk, to be stripped of freedom. Even now, as he looked down. He only saw that serrated smile.

One engendered by the musky, salty, and viscous fluids that had dripped, trickled, then flowed out of the urethra right into that stomach to satisfy a basic need: hunger. Beyond the lust, of course.

And the liquid poured. It was a warm flood, a hot torrent of magma and fire that yet appeased the Slut's needs. The Dragonborn's eyes closed, the mouth and jaw relaxed, the whole body came to a stop. Even the hand slipped and nearly let the ladle fall into the stew. Solely for another shock to course through the slut, interrupting that short-lived bliss. And for those eyes to open and turn to the Breton who seemed... Unsatisfied.

Quite the opposite to the Redguard, who sighed and gently pulled on the horns to extricate his cock. It took time, seconds... But finally, after a long moment, it concluded with a kiss on the saliva-coated dick.

Right there, the Redguard finally stepped back and leaned forth with a wobbly stance. He smiled, grinned even, and then coughed a smile while pulling on his belt to pull it up and cover his modesty.

"Damn, she's good. But don't break her," stated the black-skinned man with an elated mood, cinching his belt and securing it.

"Bah. She can't break like that, is that right, Darling?"

Of course, she wouldn't break. Not even as the Mage had constantly been nagging that body with more jolts and spells, spending a day's worth of magicka just for the purpose of grilling and exacerbating the Argonian's condition. Not that the Slut's minded, with his leaking fluids that kept coming.

And so, when the man prodded, the bitch answered with a weak moan and a nod.

"Ye- Yes," croaked the Argonian. From the abuse, her throat had been ruined, and so was the voice. It broke and could no longer be that calm and still voice... No, it was high pitch now, a rattling sound whenever it didn't break.

But she didn't moan and gasp. Not anymore, as the Humans hands and mouth finally let go of the sensitive parts. But from his grin and attitude, it seemed unlikely for him to let go of the bitch...

And yet...

"You've been a good girl."

And yet...

"So you must be rewarded, right?"

And yet...

"Let's drain that needy clit, don't we?"

And yet, it proved true as the man had released his grip over the nuts only to reach higher. The Argonian's 4 inches cock. A tiny and ridiculous prick that had been standing half-hard all along. And dripped more of that watery but whiteish cum. It reeked of argonian musk, it was unsightly. However, it didn't stop those calloused fingers from gripping it. And instantly, the Argonian gritted her teeth and clenched this jaw. It would be painful, it would be terrible...

"Relax, Darling. You'll love it," breathed the Human against the Slut's neck. He pinched the base of that dick between his fingers. He could have used more than two but kept only the index and thumb to secure the prick... To ensure the Argonian was firm and rigid.

And... He stroked it. He didn't shock it or use any fancy spell. He just masturbated that tiny prick between two fingers. Just enough to pull on the folded foreskin, exposing the bright and shimmering corona and the needy glans. He then covered them up with an upward movement. And revealed it again by pulling down.

A Hero with such a small cocklet... The Slut gasped when the cavern's frigid air rushed to the glans, It felt like shards going into his skin. She clenched her fingers around the spoon, around her thigh... The Dragonborn breathed but shivered and trembled, those lungs filling and emptying by the second under the Mage's constant touch.

Up, down. In, out. Clench, relax.

"Hhhh... S- Sir."

"Shhh, Darling. Let it go," breathed the Breton again, observing the Argonian curl her toes or plant her claws in the wooden ladle... Watched her tremble and try to lock her elbows and knees... But her tail, still lodged inside her, it kept wagging and produced a squelching sound whenever the hole opened a tad.

And the Human grinned... But didn't stop. Neither as he plunged his tongue within that trembling mouth to taste that velvety palate.

He kept stroking and stroking, all while shushing the Dragonborn. And cheering her.

"Go on... Be a good girl. Let it all out. It's your reward."

"S- Sir!"

"Go on. There's no punishment."

The man didn't seem to lie. And even if he was a pervert, he seemed genuinely interested in letting the Slut cum. And so... She came. In a pitiful whimper, akin to iron being passed over a whetstone. She didn't release her jaw, or her fingers. The poor Argonian whore, the Former Hero, came from being stroked and kissed by a hobo bandit.

And when those eyes opened, it was to see the trail of white cum leading right into the fire... And the smell of burnt fluids as the man gave a few last strokes. And wiped the dirty fluids off his fingers on the Slut's muzzle and feathers before grinning back at her... While fumbling with his belt.

"Ah... Good girl. But it wouldn't be a real reward without Sir's dick, heh."

And the man laughed... Pulling out his greasy junk for the Argonian to choke on it too.

As daylight died, and so the other sources of light within the cavern, most of the bandits hurdled around the campfire and the delicious stew. There were no new ingredients, but most seemed to enjoy it as if the Dragonborn's presence had improved it.

Perhaps a lie shared by the Breton, but all agreed it would be the Argonian's duty to handle menial tasks: cooking, cleaning, managing the fire, checking the inventory.

All that was approved and confirmed within the Slut's earshot. Albeit... His tasks were more than those named... And messier, way messier.

Even this day, the Dragonborn trod the cavern's river to clean his scales. Cum stuck to them and his feathers, as well as the reeking scent of semen if it wasn't worse... A stench that would hardly part despite the regular ablutions and his hygiene attempts within the gelid water.

Though the cold sensation was perfect to appease the pain and searing heat permeating his low-hanging testicles and...

With a sigh, the Argonian stopped to cup the water, instead to reach for his backside. His glutes were swollen and sore, blue if not for the gray scales covering them. And slowly leaned.

With his body changing, his muscles weakening and his breasts blossoming, each action was to be cautiously weighed and undertaken. Even going so far as bending could prove terrible for the Dragonborn who had to watch for his balance and raise his tail in accord, but higher than he would have liked.

And in a growl, his deft clawed fingers dug within the abused cheeks. He hissed, growled, moaned. But then, his numb hole began to waver and give in. And from this tug on the swollen donuthole, cum poured: Hot, sticky, viscous, musky.

It poured and dropped into the water to be swept away. Slowly, the pressure within the Argonian's guts attenuated and cold replaced the heat in his inners... He sighed and-

"Playing again with your hole?" asked a stern voice. The Chief's voice. Bass, gruff, disdainful.

And there, the scaled Slut looked over her shoulder to see the man wearing his garb and reinforced trousers once more. But as the blue eyes darted toward the opening, the Argonian noticed the Orc had returned early... And proved itself furtive by taking advantage of the running water to silence his approach.

"Well?" he asked, with a cocked eyebrow that turned on the sweeping tail, no longer fit inside the ruined hole.

"I'm sorry... The others wanted a turn, and I was... So full," mumbled the Argonian while turning toward the Orc with a maiden-like posture. With a clawed hand, the Dragonborn covered those hanging bosoms but also the exposed and swollen clit between the thighs. In spite of the regular doses, the poor Slut was still popping stiffies from time to time.

"You wouldn't complain if you were stuffed of Orc spunk," mocked the Bandit while he beckoned the Bitch with one hand. The other pushing a rock while he sat on it.

With the admission of her infidelity done, the Orc seemed rather... In a good mood. Smiling even as he glanced at the fattened belly and the scars covering it. All the while, his wife approached with a sway in her gait.

"You're not angry at me?"

"For what? You're a Slut, and I alone cannot satisfy your desires," remarked the Orc while glancing at the campfire, again surrounded by all the humans.

"It's been a few days. It started before you fisted me," commented the Argonian, inching closer... And then going on all fours, guided by the rough scent emanating from the man's pants. He had been sweating for hours, and the immaculate perfume was... Enthralling.

"I know."

"... You knew and?" asked the Argonian with a raised brow and muzzle, no longer pointing toward the Chief's bulge.

The Chief who grinned and passed a hand over those smoothened horns and those softened scutes above the Argonian's eyes.

"Of course, I knew. Even when you clean yourself, I can smell them... And you are promiscuous."

"I-" gagged the Dragonborn before shaking her head. "I didn't ask for that when it happened."

"Not the first time, right? But after that? You couldn't pass the chance." joked the Orc while holding the Argonian's horns to tug her forth... And using the other to point his half-undone laces. "Do it."

Following the order, the Argonian sat on her knees and used those delicate claws to undo the laces, untying them until the front flap opened and the untamed beast was revealed: dark as coal, sweaty... And with fumes emanating from it, from the whole length that spread and extended from the bushy groin. A perfume that made the Slut's iris dilate.

"I... I'm sorry I wronged you, Daddy."

"I'm not wronged, Girl," answered the man, scratching his chin, then chest. His eyes weren't leaving his Slut's side. No, he admired his wife opening that pretty mouth to suckle on the glans, with nothing but a coiling tongue to clean off the grease and sweat sticking to the wide tip.

"I'm more surprised they didn't take a turn with you earlier, you are an irresistible slut," continued the Orc as he began to unclench his backside and relax his legs and thighs.

Even the pressure in his groin released... And a drop fell. A single unique drop, then followed by many its siblings. A flow, turned acrid from the constant drinking, but whose salty touches and warmth easily spread on the tongue. The Orc sighed, spreading his legs further as he felt the slight pinprick in his cocktip disappear and be replaced by the sensation of movement and warmth... From the flow out that escaped his dick and into his Slut's mouth.

A delight... He even sensed his toes curl as she gorged and gurgled beneath the flow of urine being poured inside... A ceaseless flow that kept on.

"By Malacath, you are nothing but a slut for dicks," mocked the Chief while a sigh escaped his mouth.

Between his legs and despite gorging herself on piss, the Argonian had begun to work her lips against the tip, rolling over the folds to pull on them while the hot fluids dribbled from her jaw. Oh, that bitch was so needy, so much in heat...

"You've been looking for it all day, are you?" he asked, only to get a nod in answer.

"You'll be happy to learn I said the men they're free to use your cunt."

The Argonian gulped, her lips closed, and piss kept flowing before it turned into a rivulet, then drops from his urethra... Nothing compared to what covered the Slut's bare face as she now stood aghast.

"What?"

"You heard that right. You're here for all the men... I figured they wanted you with or without my approval. And it'll teach how to be a good wife."

The dumbstruck Argonian still observed; those blue eyes opened wide before the Orc's grasped her horns and pulled that face back into his pubes, forcing the Whore to suckle and lick them while their aroma filled that empty head.

"Here, you want to make Daddy happy?" asked the burly bandit with that mischievous grin.

"Mhyes" answered the Argonian, fighting against the pubes invading that mouth and muffling the sounds.

"And to be a good Girl? Yes?"

"... Yes"

"For it, you will please all of my men. They're happy, I'm happy, you're happy. Got it?"

No vocal answer, merely a nod from the Argonian that was cut short by steps behind.

"Remember, you'll always be Daddy's bitch and my words are truth. Say it."

The Argonian gulped: "I'll always be Daddy's bitch and his words are truth."

"Good! What a good bitch." coed the man... Stroking the Argonian's hazy face. Before he nodded.

Instantly, a pair of hands grabbed the Argonian's bits in a vice grip, making the poor Bitch yelp in pain and almost horror as something else was there. Hot, warm, searing.

"Ready, boss?" asked a voice behind... Not the Redguard nor the Breton.

"Ready," responded the Orc with a grin while holding the Argonian's face. "Here, you won't forget."

And... Everything went white.

Sight, sound, touch. The Orc, the River, the Ground. Everything the Dragonborn was became warm, became fire, became heated metal... Even the body's sensations, so full and complex, so intense and pleasing, had been reduced to nothing. A trickle... An overarching pain... A sizzle.

And... Everything stopped.

The Argonian gasped and grunted, the voice heightened and coarse from the cry that had emptied those lungs. But above that, her sweat-caked nostrils perceived the smell of burnt and sizzling flesh. Her knees barely held her weight, nor could those eyelids be pulled higher when the Orc gripped his Slut by the chin and smiled.

Smiled with a devious grin.

"You're my property, Slut. Say it."

"I- I am your property," moaned the Argonian weakly, unable to raise her tail as those eyes wandered above the shoulder to see the men... And particularly the Redguard holding the hot iron that was now dimly lit.

The asscheeks were fine, but the Argonian's nuts... They... were so hot. There was no weight, no pressure, no neediness from them. Just the burn that permeated them and grew stronger when the man began to manhandle the Bitch's genitals left and right, pulling on the skin and not.

Up... Up until something cold was now pressed against the base of the burnt scrotum and the entirety of her dick. Something metallic, omnipresent, and crushing.

And with a tusked grin, the Chief wiped the tear of the Argonian's left eye, grinning with envy and lust while his cock had grown. It now pulsated, pushed, bobbed under the Argonian's breath.

"You won't need them Slut. Be a brave girl, and get on."

And with that retort, the big Orc pulled so the Argonian could fulfill those duties... While,behind, a cacophony of falling belts filled the cavern. Shortly followed by the slacks: the bitch was in for a night.

One... or many.

One... or too many.

One... or that mind lost count.

Day by day, within the cavern, everything looked the same as the bandits remained restless in their desire to fuck the Dragonborn and ruin that once-admired body. They were bold, but in her presence, they were bolder, even savage, as they gripped and explored that blossoming body in the dim daylight when it wasn't by the fire or the lamps.

Although, at times, they left the Argonian behind and alone in the cavern to care for the encampment, their clothes, their meals. After all, they were fearless bandits who had bested the Dragonborn. There was no point in hesitating to target the Empire's convoys nor the Thalmor. Without discrimination, they attacked both, racking gold and more than they needed. But they did... And did so to cover their favorite Whore in gold and jewels.

However, this...

This seclusion came to an end when the Argonian stood on one foot in the bucket used to transport merchandise. With huffs and gruffs, someone above pulled the cord and lifted the Bitch out of the cavern instead of forcing her to trek through the tunnels.

And after weeks, the Dragonborn stood in broad daylight.