Skyrim: Vampires' Vengeance

Humor, groping, spanking, coerced penetration and oral.

[Written for skyrimkinkmeme.livejournal.com with the plot idea supplied by an anonymous user. Based on characters in the Skyrim RPG game. This one ends up much darker and edgier than the others, and only a small part is about spanking. No romance here - non-consentual!]

Mila ignored the blacksmith's request that she bring news of the dragon to Whiterun, and decided to explore to the west instead. She was inexperienced and impulsive, not yet very good with a weapon, and had only a few spells to protect her. The petite Breton, barely five feet tall, managed to stave off wolves and crabs with a fire spell or a calm spell, until she came to a timber-yard. A sign on it said "Half-moon Mill".

It was just past sundown as Mila approached, and a woman came out of the nearby house and began to stack logs at the sawmill. Mila hoped the house would now be empty, and she could steal food and supplies. When she opened the door a little, it seemed she was in luck. But after entering and closing the door behind her, she suddenly saw a man sitting in the dim light in the corner. He was armoured, had long dark hair and a beard, and there was something odd about the way the torch light reflected in his eyes.

Afraid, Mila searched her options. Run? She wouldn't get the door open quickly enough. Fire spell? It looked like it would take a lot of casts to take this man down, and her power was limited. She settled on using a Calm spell until she could make her escape. She waved her hands and a bluegreen light suffused the man's head and body.

"Hert, my darling!" he said cheerfully. "Back already? Do you need help preparing the wood?"

Mila was nonplussed. The target of that spell was supposed to act friendly, but not to mistake her for someone else! "Ummm, no thanks" she said shakily.

The man rose and siezed her in his arms. Startled, she thought he had attacked, but he was only hugging her - though very firmly, and she could feel that he had great strength. "Well I'm glad you're back" he was saying. "Maybe we should take it easy today, hmmm? Have a few hours downstairs and go out hunting later?" Suddenly he was planting a lengthy and enthusiastic kiss on her lips. She went rigid with shock.

He broke off. Sympathetically he asked "Not in the mood? What's the matter, was that wolf's blood last night not good enough? Tell your Hern all about it." He went back to cuddling her.

Then the sound of the buzzsaw started up outside. Hern looked puzzled. "Who's operating the saw, my dear?"

"Err... umm... a transient came by begging to work for food, so I let him take over" Mila stumbled.

Hern roared with laughter. "How kind you are my dear! So we'll have him in here for dinner later? Excellent!"

Mila pieced it together in her mind. 'Blood not good enough'. 'Have him for dinner'. She was in the arms of a vampire. And there was another one outside. She thought "Oh gods, I think I'm going to pee my pants. But I'd better not. Vampiresses probably don't do that."

"Some real human blood tonight" Hern exulted. "Come on, Hert, let's celebrate!" His hand went to Mila's left breast, kneading it as he began to passionately kiss her again.

"I can't freeze up again, he'll know something's wrong". She made herself relax as his hand entered her thin mage's clothing, and pinched and tweaked her nipples. Then she thought she'd better kiss him back. Encouraged, Hern became more passionate still. He pulled her down to a seat beside him and reached under her tunic, tugging down her pale brown panties. As his hand reached her labia, her instinct to close her legs kicked in for a second. But then she thought "No, he'll suspect" and made herself spread her thighs wide. Vampiric fingers began to stroke and penetrate her pussy. She began gasps and moans that were only half fake, all the time thinking "What have I gotten myself into?".

Just then, the door burst open, and the woman Mila had seen earlier looked at them angrily. "Do you think I can't hear you outside, Hern, even with the saw going? You know our hearing is better than that!"

Hern looked totally confused for a moment. Then the spell could no longer bend his mind away from the impossibility of seeing two identical wives. The fog lifted, and he suddenly saw that he had his fingers up the vagina of a Breton stranger. "Ummm.... Hello?" she said sheepishly.

"So that's what's going on" said Hern grimly. "A Calm spell. You didn't know they misfire on vampires, did you?"

Mila thought about escape. But even though his wife was standing right there, Hern had not moved his fingers. Mila was held very effectively in place, and was not going anywhere.

"All right, I understand now" said the vampiress. "It looks like we have Breton blood on the menu tonight. But I want to teach her a lesson first."

"This is my wife Hert" said Hern. "H-E-R-T, pronounced 'hurt'. And that's what we're going to do to you." Mila realised that not even when a dragon was breathing near her was she in as much trouble as she was now. She begged and pleaded as Hert opened a trapdoor to a basement, and Hern lifted her up, fingers still impaling her, and carried her towards it.

The dungeon-like cellar was terrifying. There were two coffins, chains on the wall, and blood patches everywhere. Hert had picked up Mila's backpack and was going through it, saying "A little thief, no doubt, with some pathetic magic to help you steal. Your bit of fun with my husband is going to cost you a lot of suffering. Hern! Get your hand out of her twat and get her clothes off!"

Mila had found her mage robes in a locked cell back at Helgen, in a torture chamber that looked similar to where she was now. Hern stripped them from her, tore away the remnants of her beige bra and panties, then put her wrists in one of the sets of chains high above her head. He left her with her breasts up against the cold wall, naked and trembling.

Rummaging in Mila's backpack, Hert said "Ah, here's something useful. Made from wolf's hide by the look." She took out the leather strips Mila had made at the tanning rack in Riverwood. She flicked one of them and it made a snapping sound. She strode over to Mila and began lashing it around her backside.

"Oooow! Please don't! I didn't mean anything. Oooow!" Mila burst into tears as her bottom was strapped mercilessly by this strong vampiress. She leapt about, as far as the chains would let her, but couldn't avoid the searing strokes that soon made her butt cherry red.

Hert handed the strap to Hern after a while, and said "You take over. And I don't want to see you going easy on her." Mila was panting and sobbing through this pause in her torment.

"My love, you don't think I would have touched her if I hadn't thought it was you? You don't believe I'm attracted to this little pipsqueak, do you?"

"Prove it!" demanded Hert. "Give her a good strapping."

Hern began laying the leather across Mila's bottom again, each spank landing with a loud thwack! Then he aimed lower, giving her a painful stripe across her upper thighs. Mila cried louder and begged them to believe she only used the spell to try and get away, she didn't know it would make Hern come on to her, and so forth.

"Maybe so" said Hert, and Hern stopped spanking. "We might let you live. There's not much blood in you anyway, you little pixie. But what you did humiliated my husband. If a male mage did it to ME I'd call it rape. So that's what you're going to experience before we let you go."

Hern looked at her quizzically. "My dear, you mean you want me to..."

Hert gave him a look that would freeze water. "NO! I've an idea for putting these leather strips to another use." There were many bones strewn about the dungeon, and she chose one that was phallic size with only a small knobbly part at the end. With the leather strips, a needle and strong thread she fashioned a sinister device and secured it around her own hips. Hert had a high Smithing ability.

The time it took to craft this item was a welcome relief for Mila. She stopped crying as the stinging in her bottom became less. Then Hern unchained her and laid her down on the lid of a closed coffin. When she saw Hert approaching, and what was strapped onto her, Mila struggled to get up. Hern held her down and said "You can either accept the rest of your punishment and then we'll let you go; or you can try to escape and we'll make a meal out of you."

Mila sobbed and pleaded, but relaxed and lay on the coffin. Hern ordered her up on all fours, and Hert took up position behind her. She fingered Mila's pussy to see if she was still wet from having Hern's hand stroking her. But she had not enjoyed being spanked with the strap, and any moisture she had had was gone. "What a pity for you" said Hert without much sympathy. She was going to punish this girl, not pleasure her, and had no intention of lubricating her 'bone'. Mila yelled as it entered her twat, and began sobbing again as the vampiress thrust it in and out.

Hern watched his wife's hips working back and forth, and the lustful cruelty in her face. He remembered why he thought she was the sexiest female alive or dead, and developed a raging erection. Hert noticed the bulge below his cuirass and his obvious discomfort. "I don't mind if you satisfy yourself at the other end" she said. "Besides, this little madam deserves to be penetrated in all three orifices."

A slap on the cheek and a command to 'open up' made Mila open her mouth wide. A cold column of flesh was inserted. To make sure she was judged as accepting her punishment, and released, she sucked on the cool penis and tongued it as best as she could. Now and then, Hern, eyes closed in ecstasy, would thrust further into her warm mouth and make her gag. But she had heard the remark about THREE orifices and knew there was worse to come.

"I bet you've never sucked room-temperature cock before" taunted Hert behind her, still reaming her enthusiastically. "You're lucky that vampires can't make life. You won't have to decide whether to swallow or spit. But it does mean Hern can use your mouth as long as he wants. And now let's try your little ass. Hern, you'd better pull out a moment, she might bite down."

When the bone was shoved into her narrower passageway, Mila didn't bite down but opened her mouth and screamed. "Ow, ow, ow!" She managed to cry out loud at the first three thrusts before Hern filled her mouth again. Tears rolling down her cheeks, she tried to concentrate on giving good service up front and ignoring the pain behind.

Finally, the vampires had had their fun, pulled out and left her lying sore and sobbing on the coffin lid. They threw her out of the hut naked, leaving her to combat the creatures of the wild with nothing but spells until she managed to steal some more clothes and equipment.

TWO YEARS LATER:
A powerful mage crept up on Half-moon Mill. She had learned a great deal at the Winterhold College and fighting with dragons and trolls. She was armed with Shouts (dragon powers) and with the highest level fire spells. She had incinerated vampires with one shot before. But Mila was going to burn these two slowly.

A door crashed in. "Remember me?"

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