By: eugostardecona
Fourth Era, 201, 3rd of Heartfire.
The Dragonborn was riding her horse, Rigmor, onwards toward the land she, and the true Nords of Skyrim currently call home, Windhelm.
Though the frigid winds were harsh, especially given her lighter leather armor, she was able to find shelter throughout her journey, stopping at nearby inns and towns that would welcome her, or at least, welcome her coin.
Reaching the northeastern city, just as the night began to envelop the continent, the Dragonborn lets Rigmor rest in the stables that mark the entrance of the city.
As she walks the bridge that leads to Windhelm's entrance, she can't help but overhear a conversation two guards are having.
"That Arentino boy, heard he locked his doors and performed the Black Sacrament." One guard can be heard saying. Arentino? She thinks to herself. That's Naalia's son. I heard he had been sent to an orphanage in Riften; what's he doing back here? And the Black Sacrament? He knows not what he is getting himself into, I better go talk to him. She decides to put her initial reason for coming to Windhelm, seeing Ulfric Stormcloak, on hold, until she can ensure the safety of this child, one whose parents she knew from when she herself lived in the city.
Entering the city gates, she makes her way towards the Arentino Residence. Finding the door locked, she looks around, before crouching down and picking at its lock.
After fiddling with it for a few seconds, an audible click can be heard, as the Dragonborn makes her way inside the house.
"Sweet Mother, sweet Mother, send your child unto me, for the sins of the unworthy must be baptized in blood and fear." She hears a young child say, presumably Aventus, as she turns the corner, to find the boy crouched near an effigy, a heart, skull and various other bits of bone and flesh strewn about, surrounded by candles.
The boy seems so engrossed in the ritual, that he fails to notice the Dragonborn until she herself says "Aventus?"
"It worked! I knew you'd come, I just knew it! I did the Black Sacrament, over and over. With the body and the... the things. And then you came! An assassin from the Dark Brotherhood!" The boy shouted with glee. "No, I-" The Dragonborn tried to correct, but Aventus' enthusiasm hastily made any attempt at correction fall on deaf ears. "My mother.. she died.. and I was sent to that terrible orphanage in Riften! The headmistress is cruel, they call her Grelod the Kind, but she is terrible!" The boy cried out. "She needs to be killed, I was able to escape, but the others.."
The Dragonborn paused for a moment, unsure of what to do. If what he says is true, she does need to be put down.. I'll head there and check things out, I'll play along for now. She decides.
"It shall be done." The Dragonborn says, then walks out of the residence.
Leaving the city, almost as fast as she arrived, she talks with the carriage driver outside, offering him 50 gold to take her to Riften.
As she arrives in Riften, the warmer climate allows her to remove her helm, letting her golden hair fall down until it hits her back for what feels like the first time in ages.
She makes her way toward the orphanage, entering it to find multiple children, and Grelod the Kind.
Immediately, she hears the headmistress berate the children, with several of them cowering in fear.
Looks like Aventus wasn't lying.. I can't just let this be. She thinks to herself. Walking further into the orphanage, she orders the children to leave the room, and they quickly leave the room they found themselves in, leaving only the Dragonborn and Grelod inside. She shuts the door, walking towards Grelod.
"And what exactly do y-" Grelod spoke, before the Dragonborn's dagger cut her words short, taking her life in a single thrust.
Moving toward the room the children now found themselves in, the Dragonborn tells them to wait for a few minutes, and then call the guards, but to not walk into the room.
The Dragonborn leaves the orphanage, before then entering The Bee and Bard, requesting a room, before settling down, needing a good night's rest, after having been on the road for nearly two straight days.
As the Dragonborn comes to, she doesn't recognize where she is. Trying to move her wrists, she notices she is chained to the wall, unable to move both her arms and legs.
"Finally woke up, have you?" The Dragonborn can hear a woman's voice say. Making a bigger effort to comprehend her surroundings, she can see a female figure lying atop a shelf, her face hooded.
"Thought you could just take our contract and come out the other end unscathed?" She then asks, where it dawns on the Dragonborn. "W-who are you?" The Dragonborn asks, still somewhat in a dazed, just woken state.
Is.. Is she from the Dark Brotherhood? Talos help me.
"I'm Astrid, member of the Brotherhood. You see, when someone not from our Sanctum collects on a contract, they must repay. Normally, I'd ask you to join us, seeing as you clearly have shown you aren't against being a murder for hire. But, today.. I have something more fun, at least fun for me, in mind." She says, as she hops down from the shelf, pulling down her hood and mask, before moving toward to the Dragonborn. As she moves closer, the Dragonborn can make out her dirty blonde hair, as well as her skintight, black and red, leather armor.
"Don't try to resist, you'll give in eventually." She says, leaving more questions than answers, and the Dragonborn more afraid by the second. As she closes her eyes, envisioning her death that would surely be swiftly arriving, Astrid simply grabs her hair, gaining control of her head. The surprise of which made the Dragonborn open her eyes.
"We don't really have a good chef at the Sanctum." Astrid says, clutching her stomach with her free hand, before then turning around, her rear level with the Dragonborn's face. "And that's where you'll come in." She adds, before slamming her ass right into her captive's face, her nose finding it's way right in the middle of the Brotherhood's assassin's behind.
"Wh- th-" The Dragonborn tries to say, her words muffled by the ass that now encircles her face. As she tries to free her face, Astrid's grip on her hair tightens, with her saying "I wouldn't move around too much.. it makes it worse." Makes it worse? What does that even m- Just as the Dragonborn ponders what she meant, it becomes clear, as a rumbling fart echoes against her face, seemingly causing tremors all over her features.
The smell hits her immediately, ale, lamb, and something she can't quite make out, all mixed with an odor of sweat, and general foulness.
Immediately, the Dragonborn begins trying to thrash around, wanting to free herself from the ass of this crazed assassin. Seeing this, Astrid steps even further back, utilizing her strong legs to push her ass into her captor's face, holding it between a rock and a hard place.. or, more accurately, her ass and the cabin's wall.
"Just give in, you're no match for an assassin of the Brotherhood. Should have thought about what you were doing before you stole our kill." Astrid says, her tone teasing, as she punctuates her words with another rumbling fart. An even tighter seal had been forms around the Dragonborn's face, the smell fully encapsulating her nose, almost her entire being. The more she trashes around, the more she understands it is nearly helpless. The most she accomplishes is lining up her nose even better with her kidnapper's ass, having it tilted slightly up, in line with her asshole.
Looking over her back, Astrid notices this, seeing that the Dragonborn's eyes are visible from just above her ass, her eyes watery from the smell that permeating from her behind. "Oh~? Does someone want to see the generous person who is offering you their precious air?" Astrid teases her captor further, as though having her backside pressed against her face as she breaks wind wasn't humiliating enough. "Don't worry, I'll make sure to give you all the air you need~." Astrid continues, moving her hand to caress the Dragonborn's hair mockingly.
I just need to free my hand, and I can try to push her down. The Dragonborn closes her eyes, as she thinks to herself. She starts to move her right wrist in a circular motion, trying to loosen her restrains somehow.
It seems that Astrid doesn't notice this movement, too engrossed in the moment, as she forcefully grabs a handful of the Dragonborn's hair, pulling it so her face was wedged into her rear as deep as it possibly can be.
Just as she does, she begins to let another fart rip against her face. Clearly the worst one yet, lasting nearly 45 seconds, forcing the Dragonborn to take all of it right up her nose.
"Ohh.. I needed that one." Astrid says, even her voice sounding lighter after letting that fart leave her system. The Dragonborn tries to hold her breath, which Astrid notices, and doesn't like. "You better start sniffing!" She screams, as she kicks her stomach in, forcing her to exhale, and, by extension, begin sniffing for any amount of usable, breathable air.
Hearing her start to sniff, Astrid simply says. "Good girl." As she begins rubbing her ass up and down her captive's face, literally rubbing her smell and the Dragonborn's inability to act, onto her face. The captive starts to feel the chain that holds her right hand in place loosen, the fact that it was nailed to a wooden wall that had certainly been weakened by the elements typical to Skyrim was helpful, seemingly, a ray of hope in a dire situation.
I just need to pull the chain from the wall, then I can pick the lock on my left hand. My legs will still be caught, b-. As the Dragonborn plots her escape from this smelly, sweaty capture, Astrid rips another fart, one that is as wet as it stinks, practically pausing her thoughts midway through. "Woo, I think I almost soiled myself there." Astrid says, still holding the Dragonborn's hair, and pushing her backside into her face as far as she can. "Though if I did, I think I know who could help me clean up, don't I?" She chuckles, clearly enjoying how her words, and slight threat, make her captive's eyes shoot up with worry.
This woman is insane, I can't wait anymore. The Dragonborn decides. Just as she does, in a swift move, she thrusts her wrist from right to left.
The nail snaps from the wall, leaving the chain free to follow the momentum that is sent through it. The now useless restraint moves fast as it leaves the wall, hitting Astrid in the head, the force of which sends her tumbling.
Moving hastily, the Dragonborn pulls a lockpick from the inside of her leather chestplate, immediately moving to her other hand's shackle, and undoing it. Just as the Dark Brotherhood assassin begins to regain her footing, the Dragonborn pulls her dagger from her boot, cutting both of the ropes that bound her lower limbs. As soon as the ropes were cut, she rose to her feet, holding her dagger, ready to face Astrid.
The Dark Brotherhood assassin turned to face her captive, now freed from her restraints, checking her cheek for blood. Finding none, she drew her own dagger. "Good hit.. I guess I got too caught up in having fun." She chuckles as she speaks.
"Having fun? You are a psycho! I mean, who even thinks of doing something like this!?" The Dragonborn screams, as she tries to steady her grip, and face her opponent down, though the lingering smell on her face is making that harder than it should be.
"AHHHHHH" The Dragonborn screams out, a battle cry as she lunges at Astrid, no specific intent behind her thrust, just pure anger at the woman who has made her smell her foul odor. Dodging her swing, Astrid simply waits, studying the next movement her captive intended on making.
Going for another two wild, purposeless swings, Astrid dodges the both of them once more, taunting her opponent.
"Come on, hit me!" She says, opening her arms, offering her chest as a target. The Dragonborn went for a swing, screaming as she did.
Seeing that she fell for her trap, Astrid parried with her own dagger, its tip nicking the Dragonborn.
Two seconds after the dagger clipping her, the Dragonborn fell to the floor, stiff, facing up, her mouth still agape from her pre-paralysis scream. Astrid had dipped her dagger in paralysis poison.
"My own concoction, you know, not an easy one to perfect, but, safe to say, its working great, isn't it?" Astrid says, both teasing the Dragonborn, and boasting about her own capabilities.
Astrid moved closer to the Dragonborn's stiff body, pausing for a moment, seeing her open mouth and eyes, then deciding to step onto the Dragonborn, utilizing her paralyzed body as one would a carpet. First her right foot, then her left, both ended up on the Dragonborn's chest, with Astrid squatting down to come closer to her captive's face.
"We were having fun! Why did you have to try to leave?" She teases, poking her newly acquired human carpet's face as she did. "Now what to do with you?" Astrid ponders, starting to walk across the Dragonborn's body, from chest to stomach, paying no mind to the fact that, despite not being able to express it, it did hurt the Dragonborn.
Looking down at her, she poked her face with her boot-clad foot. "Hey, what do you think? How else could I have some fun with you?" As she pondered what she could do, her eyes drifted to the paralyzed woman's open mouth, where an idea crossed her mind.
Talos, what did I do to deserve this? Must I be forced to suffer at the hands of this cruel and disgusting woman? Was what crossed the Dragonborn's mind, as she then saw Astrid hop off of her chest, both of her feet now either side of her head. Thank the Heavens she stepped off me, that wa-. The Nordic woman was thinking, thankful for the momentary release of pain, before she realized that Astrid was lowering herself.
Right above her open mouth.
Astrid fully lowered her weight down on her open mouth, making sure to line it up exactly with her asshole. "You see, I still need to let go just a tad more." She begins saying, looking down at the Dragonborn's eyes between her legs, her voice almost sounding like she's trying to justify what she's doing. "And well, who told you to leave your mouth open? At this point you're asking for it." The Dragonborn couldn't believe what she heard. Not only had she been bound, forced to smell this woman's foul emissions, but now she will also have to swallow them, unable to move.
Please let this poison be brief, I'm not sure how much longer I can last.
Just a few seconds after she sat down, Astrid let the air flow through her, resulting in a fart that seemed to never end, its sound echoing in the Nordic woman's mouth for 40 seconds straight.
"Hope that one tasted great, can you tell I ate lamb?" She teases, her face coated in an ear to ear grin as looked directly into her captive's eyes.
Astrid's stomach clearly didn't want to let up, and neither did the poison, as, for the next half an hour, she kept letting fart after fart land into the Dragonborn's mouth. Long, short, wet, silent, loud. Just about any type of fart that could leave a Nordic woman entered into the Dragonborn's mouth, with her unable to even considering trying to escape given the poison.
I-I can't take much more.. I.. I'm getting doozy.. Were the words that echoed in the Dragonborn's head. The more farts she was forced to swallow, the more she felt herself closer to passing out.
"I think I only have a few more in me, final stretch!" Astrid said, tapping her boot on the Dragonborn's head as she did.
Then, only a few seconds later, Astrid began once more letting loose.
I-I'm gonna pass out...
Was the last thing that crossed the Dragonborn's mind, as she passed out under Astrid, having smelt and swallowed nearly all that her ass had to administer.