A Tale in the North [Nerdfuck x Eyesoffire]

[Eyesoffire]

Daemon Volfenson had finally been given some freedom. After years in the arena to the South he was allowed some time to himself. Initially this would have brought about great peace of mind, he made do with the money he earned. He bought a house in Whiterun, a reputable city within his homeland of Skyrim. His land was clean, fertile. Good enough to be a quiet, simple farmer. The people there seemed to take to him well. They liked him, he was tall, broad-shouldered, strong and very handsome. His face was shapely, angular, his blue eyes and long blonde hair added to his already notable features. Now that he was out of the arena, he was able to grow a beard, he kept it close-cropped, it seemed to accentuate his angular handsomeness.

However this 'simple life' seemed to be merely a fleeting bit of joy. He found himself alone too often, bored with just turning over the soil repeatedly. He sighed when he wanted to go out hunting, only to realize that there was a market just down the road that would cater to the food he required.
For some time he was unsure of what he wanted to do with himself. That was until the reports of disappearing girls began to increase in intensity. People were talking about it in the taverns and marketplaces. Daemon's interest spiked. Here was something out of the ordinary, something routine. However he found that he did not need to go looking in order to do something about this. A letter was sent by Jarl Balgruuf the Greater, one that requested his presence in Dragonsreach.

Not soon after receiving the letter Daemon was there, he had been escorted by Whiterun guard and walked towards Balgruuf, the old man seated on the wooden chair, a dragon's skull looming above them both.
"No doubt you've heard of the crisis, champion." Balgruuf's voice echoed out.
"Daemon Volfenson." Daemon said, bowing a little.
"Indeed." Balgruuf answered. "I have heard of your exploits in the arena, defeating many men and beasts within it. Did you fight in the capital?"
"Sometimes." Was the answer Daemon gave.
"To the point then." Balgruuf said, leaning back. "These children, the ones who are disappearing, we need them back. I will not have my people running in panic. You understand. My guards have posts to attend. I cannot send them off on a chase."
"Why not send the Companions?" Daemon asked.
"They are busy with their work as well. They also bring in the most money to Whiterun. No, I need their income to remain the way it is. I need a single man, one who is not tied down by tradition and occupation. Yet one who has proven himself capable in combat. You are just that man."

Daemon's heart leapt. Here was an opportunity to break from the mundane routine of his new life. He smiled and quickly agreed to the do the work for a fair price. A plan was set, another young girl as bait tonight, he would trail the kidnapper and figure out what was going on.

 

[nerdfuck]

The bandits had holed up in an old fort not too far from Whiterun, hidden away from prying eyes and open ears so they could better execute their operations. A year ago they had just been ordinary bandits, robbing where they could, attacking when possible, but at some point all of that changed. They realized there was a whole untapped market out there ripe for the taking, human slave tracking, females. At first Ralin had been skeptical but in a years time he had fully adapted to their new role in society, in fact he was starting to feel invincible.

The bandit leader sat at a table, a meal fit for a jarl spread in front of him as he casually drank from a goblet. The brazen leader wore no armor and had only a single sword at his hip. That sword brushed ever so slightly against the leg of a naked girl that stood beside him. She was older than most of the girls they took off the streets, with swelling breasts and widening hips. Abrasions covered her body along with bruises. Her long brown hair was a tangled mess and her sorrowful blue eyes spoke of the pain and trauma she had endured. The girl looked even as if she were having difficulty holding herself up either out of fear or weakness.

Two men entered holding the arms of the girl that had been, unknown to them, set up as bait. Unlike the bandit leader these men wore their full armor and were prepared for the worst.

"We got another one." One of the men spoke. "She's older..." He added with a hint of hunger on his voice that was unmistakable. The naked woman that stood besides the bandit leader looked clearly concerned as she watched the girl that was in all actuality there to save her!

"Wonderful! This one is starting to lose its charm." He glanced at her from the corner of his eyes before looking back to the new girl. "Take off her clothes."

"Stop it!" The naked one jerked at his order. Though a command, the desperation in her voice made it sound more like a plea. "Please! Release us! You have your money! Walk away and let us return home, please!" All of the men looked at her during her outburst, but they all knew her pleas would fall on deaf ears.

"I'm getting tired of you..." The bandit leader stated coldly as he stood. "Okay.... tell you what I'll do.." He now had a tone of reason, lifting a hand to brush down the side of her arm. "I'm gonna fuck you one more time... real good. Then I'll let you go..." A filthy smiled crossed his face while tears welled into her eyes. He was going to kill her, she knew it... this was it..

"Please..." She pleaded gently, her weak legs giving out from under her and dropping her to the floor. "Please don't..." His large hand gripped her arm and yanked her upwards however, bending her over the table, plates and cups with a large slam. The other two men began to simply disrobe the second new girl who would replace the old one as their fuck toy..

 

[Eyesoffire]

They took the girl out of Whiterun silently in the night. If she had not been bait Daemon was sure the girl's own family would be unaware that's she'd been hauled off.

She was taken out, past the stables and towards the South West, they made a sharp turn straight West and dragged the poor thing to a broken fort in the middle of the plains outside Whiterun. A good place to be stationed, they would be able to see whoever was coming, provided there was adequate light. Luckily for Daemon the sun had long set and he was used to being quiet. He locked eyes once more with the girl who was bait. Her gaze seemed to plead with him, she'd seen him only once before he ducked out of sight. She was taken through the entrance, which had no door. Daemon cautiously walked up. He drew an imperial sword, his two-handed axe slung over his back.

There seemed to be no one at the door, perhaps only watchers on the top of the old tower. He entered in silently and hugged the shadows. No mail was upon him, for any moonlight would glint off of it. He skirted around the exterior as they took the girl into one of the stone-constructed houses and slammed the door behind them. Daemon looked around to see an archer walking atop a small wall. He cautiously moved under it and made his way to the door. He tested the handle, it was open. Daemon smiled. These people were too overconfident. The door swung outward silently and he slid inside. There was a small archway, the smell of several different kinds of foods and the distinct sounds of struggle, two girls crying, clothes being torn and belts unbuckling.

Demon stood up. He peered around the corner to see three men, the two who had dragged the bait into this house and a third who had a woman bent over the table.
One of the armoured men yanked the girl down onto her hands and knees, he pulled out a small knife and had a wicked grin of his face. The man froze midway, however, looked up to see his armoured partner with a confused look upon his face as he looked at his chest. The man with the knife looked down as well to see a bloody point of metal pushing forth from the middle of his leather tunic.

Daemon pushed the blade deeper and then let go, letting the first of the three men drop to the floor with the sword still embedded into him. Daemon's eyes flickered with adrenaline as he reached back and unslung his axe, a large weapon with a brutal-looking blade and orcish runes. The second man let go of the new girl and drew his blade. He attempted to unsling a shield as well but couldn't do it before Daemon's axe caught his arm, just above the shoulder. The man dropped to the floor with a scream. With a crunch Daemon pulled his axe from the man's arm and turned his gaze upon the final bandit behind the table.

 

[nerdfuck]

The naked girl cried as she was shoved down onto the table, the food was hot on her body and the silverwear dug into her already painful skin. She was all too aware of her pussy being exposed to the bandit, and all too aware of his eyes brushing over her before looking to the other woman they were disrobing. As he enjoyed the sight of the new girl his fingers found their way into the naked woman's body, probing inside where he had already been so many times. She whimpered softly, tears beginning to stain the dirty table...

It all happened so quickly the head bandit hadn't truly had time to react as men all of a sudden began dropping. His immediate backup was dead before he even noticed the warrior that had infiltrated their hideout but arrogance kept him from experiencing any sort of fear or concern. He looked to the man as the man looked upon him, his fingers hooking in the girl's pussy harshly and jerking out, causing her to cry out in pain. His hand came to rest on the sword at his side, an orcish one, and he drew it slowly.

"You shouldn't have come here." He advised curtly, lowering the weapon to the back of the naked girl's neck. "I suggest you leave and tend to your own business."

 

[Eyesoffire]

Demon looked down at the girl who was upon the table. He frowned a little, giving her something of an apologetic look. The other girl, who was used as bait seemed to be alright for now, Daemon could see her out of the corner of his eye, and he made no move to go to her just yet. There was still one more man to deal with and Daemon had every intention of doing just that.

He looked nonchalantly at the man standing before him and blinked. "Killing that girl will not stop me from bringing you back to Whiterun, dead or alive." Daemon's tone was clear and deep. He did not lower his axe, or try to move any closer just yet. He weighed his possibilities. He did need that girl alive, she could tell him where the rest of the prisoners were, if any. He needed to keep her alive, he just wasn't sure how just yet. Maybe the bluff had worked, the man had just seen two of his men killed swiftly, he knew what Daemon was capable of.

Daemon walked in a semi-circle, moving between the bandit and the door. He smiled assuredly to himself. It seemed the bandit was too arrogant to change. Daemon tried a different approach. "Perhaps we can reach something of an agreement. You let that one go, she looks worn and used. And I'll walk away with her, telling the Jarl of Whiterun that she was the only survivor." He turned to look at the new girl. "You can have her and all the rest you've taken as well."