I was the dragon born. 
I was admired by all. looked up to as hero... champion.. the bane of alduin and the saviour of the world. 
Everywhere I went I was recognized. greeted with the utmost respect. cheered for. 
I was the archmage of the arcane college. an honorary member of the blades. And allegedly the head of the theives guild. 
I had a darker side to being the head of the companions but not many knew about that and what I could become hehe. 
it's the good life, free food, nice houses, and a warm welcome and a warm bed were never far away. 

(looking off out to the sunset.)

But... the more you are admired... the more enemies you have can have. 

it was night when they came. Dinner had tasted a bit... off but I thought nothing of it... perhaps she was just a bad cook and even being the dragonborn one must mind their manners. 

I was drowsy, groggy... far more than I had been in some time. even though Alduin was gone there were still bandits and arcane horrors hidden deep in tamriel. So with all that 
in mind keeping in shape and energetic was a big thing for me. Which made what happened all the worse.

They stormed my room... one, two, three until all five had forced their way in. I carried a lot with me on my trips outside my home in whiterun and my dagger was the closest thing. 

The first rushed at me but battle had honed me to react to such things. a quick jab and a slash saw him on the floor mortally wounded but something was off with my body. it was
slow to react and even slower to move. sluggish and feeling weighed down with more than even my heaviest armor. Daedric felt light and nimble on me anymore but when I first started...

well this was even worse. one grabbed my armed limb while the other grabbed another. These poor fools didn't know I had more than just weapons to attack them with. I felt my 
beast blood flowing and pumping through my veins hard as I began to embrace my change. I was powerful. I was a hunter! I was going to maul these creatins and feast on their corpses. 
I was... brough low by the orcs massive blow to my stomach... he had amazing strength and the shot cracked my ribs and shot pain shooting though my body. I couldn't breath and slowly 
the world faded from view. the only thing I remember after that while I was fading was hearing the words "yeah... he's gonna pay a good price for this one." and something dark and
rather unpleasent smelling being slipped over my head. There was nothing for a while except feeling some liquids being poured down my throat.I swallowed it for fear of drowning in it
but they kept doing it over and over again. I was in and out of conciousness for quite some time. always feeling that liquid in my mouth. soon I regained my sense of taste during
these periods of lucidity and I recognized the taste of curative potions. but the other thing they gave me I had never tasted before.... it was sweet... very sweet. a sharp taste
to it almost of sugars. but also a very strong taste of something else... it was pungeant and burned a bit at first but slowly that sensation ceased. shortly after being fed the
2nd fluid I would slip back unconcious. once I thought I heard someone shouting to another about giving her too much... but I didn't get much else.

Eventually scent and sound were granted to me again and indeed even sight... although to this day I wish they had not. Before me was a horrific sight... several men... bandits
by the look of them. well armed and scantily clad. looking around the cave I saw they had several cages all but one was unoccupied and that one contained an argonian male 
laying on the floor. possibly dead or just knocked out like I was. though I was not given much time to figure out if he was or not. one of the bandits moved in to me and he cupped my 
chin is his hand. he was nord. definitely a native by the looks of his weathered skin. his grip was firm and her turned his hand moving my head. I tried to bring my own hand to 
remove it but I soon found I was bound and chained down. I was on my knees and the heavy shackles were keeping me from moving. I looked up to him and growled low. I was going to make them all pay for this.
His reaction though... was not one of fear. instead the hand that was gently cupping my chin reared back and came down to strike me across the face. searing pain swelled through 
my cheek and I yelped in pain. he stood there before me as I brought my head back to face him and my rage only grew. I spat at him as I growled louder but again I was rewarded
with a sharp blow even harder than before. it knocked me to the floor and dazed me. The nord now stood towering over me and he folded his arms to show his lording over me. He
spoke in a deep and commanding voice to me saying, "You will learn respect for your owners."

As I laid on the floor the realization came over me of what had transpired. I was sold. kidnapped in the night... and sold off as a slave. I had heard that long ago the beast 
races were slaves to the others. but I had never even considered I would be added to that ordeal... My anger only grew and once again I let my beast blood boil. I was a khajiit
that had a more terrifying form. I would show them that it was me they should fear and respect. My normally light fur turned dark and I roared my rage to them as I swelled in stature 
and strength. Fangs and claws began to sharpen and elongate. What didn't cross my mind was the fact my bindings did not pop free from the strain of trying to contain my new bigger form. 
The bastard nord stood there stoic and before me simply watching without fear nor reaction to my transformation. indeed I thought I heard one of the slavers actually laughing at me. 

My transformation was complete. my body was steel and my strength even more than that of a dragon. Alduin himself could not stand to challenge this form as I fell him in svonguard
so what chance do these fools have against it. 

I lunged with all my strength at that smug bastard before me and a mere inch away the chains yanked tight and my jaws snapped shut with enough force the wind ruffled his hair. it was only then
I realized that my bindings had swollen with my form. bright runes adored them as they kept me bound and the chains were much bigger than I realized. the voice only an inch away snapped 
me out of my bewildered state and seemed to almost cow me with fear... "do you like them? We paid quite a bit of gold for those. Specially made for someone like you but worth every coin.
get used to them because you will now be living with them on." 

His scoff at my attack only infuriated me more. I snarled and flailed at him snapping my jaws until I was foaming at the mouth. he spoke two words and my world went from one of anger
and revenge to one of pain and submission. "down girl." was all he said... flatly. almost emotionlessly and as soon as those words were uttered the collar and bindings came to life. 
first they crackled like a bolt of lightning on the moors shooting a sharp pain through every part of my body. I was dropped to the floor in an instant writhing and howling in pain. 
next came the burning. the cuffs felt like they were on fire and there was a sizzle in the air. they were burning my fur! the bindings were burning down and scarring my body and neck
even if I could get them off as they seared my body never again would I look the same as they disfigured flesh and fur. I felt the rage drain from me and my body reverted back
to my normal form. the searing pain never stopped though and the sizzling of flesh was constant as the cuffs and collar shrinked along with my body.
 I was left sobbing on the floor and still the man stood over me.

A new voice... sharp... curt... a bit familiar... I did not recognize the individual no... but the species... was unmistakeable. "step aside Bray... let me see her." The man 
seemed to start and snap to attention to the voice and he immediately responded. as he moved to the side a new figure appeared. seated at the very end of the small cavern chamber.
A khajiit. much darker fur than my own and seeming to lack our usual reference to ourselves. he was a native to this land... born and raised... possibly by bandits when he was young...
now it seemed that this furred man was my real captor... "ah yes... she was definitely worth the coin..." The man he had called Bray nodded and there was a chuckle around the room
they were a very mixed bunch... nords, bosmer, an orc, there were even a couple argonians and another khajiit amoung them. I could not believe it... one of the beast race... being
owned by another of the same species... I was still sobbing both from pain and dismay at the whole thing. The leader of the bunch rose from his chair and crossed the floor of the cave. 
his gait was steady and confident. almost a swagger. he kneeled down right beside me looking at my tear stained face. I couldn't even muster a growl at this point as he touched me. he looked over
my body and I had been deprived of clothing since I had awoken. the hand rolled over my breast in it feeling it, squeezing it. I tried to call the strength to smack his hand away from 
me. to scream out not to touch me but nothing but a whimper came out. I waS helpless to him as he moved further down. a small cheer came from the onlookers as he pulled my legs aprart
exposing me. I had never been touched there before and gasped when he did so. the hand was rough in touching me down there and he spread me open and looked at me. he spit on it and rubbed the
saliva into my flesh. the action made a strange noise come from me that I'd never made before. The noise made the khajiit earperk and he smiled as he gave a nod to the nord. The latter 
moved off to the side as the former continued to explore between my legs. he teased fur and flesh making me pant for air and the feeling of pain was fading in my bindings. I didn't
know what he was doing and I tried to will my body to stop whatever it was that was happening to me. but it would not listen as the leader began kneading my flesh. 

the nord returned carrying a small vial. I was hoping it was a potion for the scars now burned into my limbs but I recognized it with horror. It was a vial of skooma. The drug of choice for
most species as it was potent enough to have a great effect. Khajiit could get a feeling just off straight moon sugar as it was. the vial was unstopped and my head was cradled. I could do 
nothing to stop it as my body lay in pain and a strange feeling of pleasure. I tried to keep my mouth shut but he grabbed my cheeks and my draw suddenly dropped open. I had a 
feeling I was not the first he had forced to drink something. I tried to spit it up but he grabed my muzzle and clamped it around the neck of the vial. with his now free hand he massaged
my throat over and over again while the vial drained into my sealed muzzle. I couldn't resist and soon I was swallowing down the vile poison. I shook a bit and my eyes went wide as I suddenly 
recognized the taste of it. This was the second fluid these damned people had been feeding me all this time! it did not take long to begin feeling the effects and my attention was once again brought between my 
legs. I was wet down there... soaked in I guess his saliva but as he brought his fingers up her spread them apart and the fluid webbed between his fingers. it was soemthing different than spit...
he licked his fingers clean and gave a wicked grin nodding to the nord. there was a strange sound... repeditive and constant... from several of the individuals in the room. I could not see with the nord holding my head up
but what I did see was the bulge in his pants. I gasped as I knew what males had down there. not really much privacy in prison but I didn't know about them getting bigger. indeed
the khajiit was also bigger too. but his clothes were more open and revealing. I had seen khajiit and argonian both nude before and knew we were different. but I never had seen
one like this before. his sheath had been drawn back and a pink spire was now protruding from it under the kilt he wore. he apparently did not wear underpants and I gasped seeing his testicles underneath the protruding shaft and retracted sheath. 

I finished off the vial of skooma and it was pulled from my maw. finally allowed to breath I took in air and gasped smelling a lot of new things on my nose. I could only guess it was the 
scent come off that pink rod between the leader's legs. but I was only allowed so long to muse before a new sensation was given to me. The khajiit was once again on my loins but this time
it was not his fingers that were on me. but his tongue. I did not know what was happening as I squirmed but my body was once again very sluggish and weak. I could not move as he
lapped over my flesh down there drawing more of that sticky fluid out and he held my legs wide open. I moaned out loudly as only my voice seemed to work at this point and as he licked
on me time and time again he pushed a finger in between the wet flesh. I suddenly seized but still nothing more could come from my body as he pushed the finger against me and it
began to sink into my body. I had never known any sensation like this before as I was penetrated and his finger didn't stop to take concern of my body's reaction. it only went deeper
and deeper making me howl out. the strange repeditive noise was even faster now and there was a shout from amoung the group I could not see. along with a sudden burst of laughing and voice that 
mingled together and became unintelligable. the finger only stopped when it struck soemthing inside of me. The khajiit stopped lapping over my skin and suddenly came up where I could see him
his muzzle was covered in fluid and with the most horrifying smile far beyond what I could ever imagine. his voice seemed to tremble in excitement as he moved up keeping my legs spread
"this is gonna be good.... she's a virgin." 

The revelation of... whatever that is, was met with a loud cheer from the onlookers. I was still held down but my body couldn't have gone anywhere even without him holding me down. I was helpless and 
they both knew it. The khajiit disrobed his apparel. in other scenarios he would have been quite handsome. but in currently light I was disgusted to be even remotely attracted to him. I sneered at his body
but he simply smiled as he took himself into his hand and stroked the pink rod of flesh. clear liquid dripped from his tip as he got in between my legs spreading me wide and letting that pink spire hover over my body.
The nord holding me too stripped a bit of his clothing while keeping my head cradled. but it was not so much a strip as moving it out of the way to expose himself. the shaft was thick and definitely human but I'd never seen one so big and so... stiff.
That big pink thing was pressed to my face smearing around and my jaw was massaged open. I could not fight it as my mouth hung open wide and the tip of the memeber was brought before it standing only a mere inch from being placed inside

I didn't know what was going on but a sudden bark of a voice brought attention from the nord. A low growl came from the leader and the nord pulled that thing back from my mouth. and it rested on my cheek slowly dripping 
a similar clear fluid from the very end of it as it stood there. "I will be the first one inside of her body Bray!" The khajiit spoke in an angered voice to the nord and then looked down at me. The skooma
was making me feel floaty and I giggled a bit despite myself. there between my legs was a naked khajiit. the pink shaft was brought towards my flesh and rubbed on it smearing that
sticky fluid that was there around a bit and teasing at my opening that had been violated by a finger and now was going to be violated by this pink shaft on the khajiit. his voice
turned cold and possesive as he spoke directly at me. "You are mine now. In time you will enjoy this... I will take you as often as I please. and each time you will thank me. From now on... you will address me as Master."

											To be continued.