Heroes from another time



       The sun had barely risen over the snow-capped peaks of Skyrim when the carts carrying the condemned prisoners rumbled into the small town of Helgen. Among the shackled captives were two young women. One seemed to be a wizard, or so it seemed, as her outfit was composed of robes and a wooden staff –her name was Ochako and seemed confused to be there.
       Next to her was who seemed to be a paladin or knight, a woman on steel plated armour called Momo.
       Both seemed to find themselves wrongfully accused of trying to cross the border; where they would run into an ambush much like those amongst them.
       As the cart lurched to a stop, Ochako and Momo exchanged fearful glances. They did not know where they were, and now their journey for answers had taken an unexpected and perilous turn.
       The Imperial Captain, a stern-faced woman with a reputation for ruthlessness, approached the cart.
       —Step towards the block when we call your name.
       One by one the prisoners were called and then executed, one who tried to run away being reached by archers.
       —Anybody else feels like running? —The captain asked—.
       Then it was their turn.
       —Captain, they are not on the list.
       —They go to the block.
       —You can’t do this! It’s unjust! —Momo said, stepping forward in defiance—.
       But the captain’s patience had worn thin. With a sift motion, she grabbed Momo by the arm and yanked her away from the cart.
       —Take the other one. —She ordered—. I’ll deal with this one myself.
       Something was odd, those who came before her died, even those who defied her; yet Momo had somehow managed to avoid the same fate as the captain elsewhere dragged her.
       Ochako watched in horror as Momo was dragged away, her cries echoing across the square. Surrounded by the looming Imperial soldiers, Ochako felt her heart racing. She knew she had to find a way to escape, but the odds seemed increasingly bleak.
       Suddenly, as Ochako was led to the execution block, the sound of a distant roar pierced the air. A massive, winged creature descended from the sky, its scales glinting in the morning light. The dragon let out a deafening roar, sending the soldiers into a panicked frenzy.
       In the chaos, Ochako spotted a Stormcloak prisoner nearby.
       —Quick! —She whispered—. We have to get out of here!
       The Stormcloak nodded, and together they slipped away from the site into a watch tower close by. Hiding alongside that who seemed to be Ulfric Stormcloak, the true high-king.
       
       ***
       
       Meanwhile, in the Imperial dungeons, Momo found herself at the mercy of the cruel Captain. Trapped in the dimly lit cell, her eyes widening as the Captain approached her, a sinister grin spread across her face.
       —Now, my dear. —The captain purred—. Let’s see what you can do to.. entertain me.
       Momo’s heart pounded as the Captain advanced, her intentions all too clear. Trapped and helpless, Momo knew she had to find a way to scape before suffering an unspeakable fate at the hands of her captor.
       
       ***
       
       As the dragon’s roar shook the foundations of Helgen, Ochako and the Stormcloak prisoner darted through the chaos-stricken prison. Smoke and debris filled the air, obscuring their vision, but they pressed on, determined to find a way out of the doomed town, facing imperials along the way.
       —This way! —The Stormcloak shouted—.
       They could hear the thunderous footsteps of the dragon as it laid waste to the surrounding buildings, its fiery breath reducing everything in its path to ash, the structure shaking.
       Ochako’s lungs burned from the acrid smoke, but she refused to slow down. She had to find Momo, no matter the cost. As they emerged into a small corridor, the Stormcloak paused, scanning the area for any sign of an escape route.
       —Let me pull this lever. —He said—. That should bring down the bridge so we can cross.
       Ochako hesitated.
       —Wait, if he do it, we could get followed!
       —But if we don’t, this place will collapse on top of us.
       That’s when she got into action, using her quirk to briefly levitate both the Stormcloak and herself to the other side without touching the mechanism.
       The prisoner was in shock, it was the first time he had seen such kinds of magic.
       —You know, with these skills, you should visit the college of Winterhold.
       Ochako ignored the comment, as she was still focused on finding Momo –but soon she would realize their paths would eventually meet. And as both continued their exploration; they reached the spot.
       —The torture room.. —The Stormcloack prisoner sounded depressed—. These damn Imperials will soon learn.. I swear to the nine!
       
       ***
       
       In the Imperial dungeons, Momo's worst fears were being realized. The Captain, her eyes alight with a twisted hunger, advanced on the young woman, her hands reaching for the fastening of Momo’s clothes.
       —No, please! —Momo cried, shrinking back against the cold, stone walls—. Don't do this!
       But the Captain's twisted smile only widened.
       —Shut it, rebel. —She purred, still thinking Momo was simply another Stormcloak—. You have no idea what I have in store for you.
       Momo’s mind raced, desperately searching for a way to escape. As the Captain’s hands moved closer she tried to use her quirk to pull something that would save her; but with all the commotion prior, it would prove impossible. She hadn’t eaten for a long time, so she had no sustenance to transform; worst yet, her body was already growing tired from said starvation.
       This cascaded into the captain having no issue pulling her into one of the many cells, securing her hands to its handcuffs and letting go of her attire. She left Momo laying naked and bound.
       —You won’t get away with this! —Momo cried, trying to conceal her genitals by crossing her legs—.
       —Stupid whore. I already have!
       The Captain left the scene momentarily, laughing a wicked laugh –only to return shortly after; naked, tossing her equipment to a nearby chair and approaching Momo menacingly.
       —N-No! Get away-! —Momo’s face ran pale—. Get that thing away from me!
       The Captain grabbed it; her well bestowed cock and wiggled it around, masturbating herself like giving out a show.
       —The sun must’ve fried your brain if you think a prisoner can give orders.
       —If you so much as to get that close to me I am going to bite it off!
       —I would reconsider if I were you.. or if you want to keep your tongue intact. Besides; it already craves for a kiss.
       The captain walked towards Momo as they bantered, finishing her sentence by smacking her cock against her lips –some of Momo’s saliva getting on it with this action.
       —I’m going to kill you!
       —Good luck with that, now be a dear and put that mouth to a better use.
       She didn’t hesitate. The imperial woman wasted no time as she forced her futa cock inside Momo’s mouth, while holding her head with both hands –turning the girl into a glory hole for the time being.
       —And you better do it well, if you want it to slide painlessly into your ass. —The Captain finished off—.
       The taste was horrendous. It was clear that in this world, during this time period, hygiene wasn’t as advanced –so her musk, her worn body was all concentrated and understandably penetrating Momo’s senses like nothing had done so ever before.
       She wanted to pull away from her, but the chains were too short to allow for any movement that would get her that far. She was at her mercy –and nothing would change that for a long while.
       —Maybe you need to be shown how? Here.
       But the Captain wasn’t having it. Taking advantage in the fact that she was already holding her by her head, she began to move Momo’s head back and forth trough her length –making sure every inch of her cock was taken care of.
       All while our heroine hold her breath to protect herself from the fainting smell and try and keep some oxygen as she choked on cock.
       It was lengthy and Momo had never experienced intimacy before –she didn’t know how to handle her captor’s member. At most, she could only bask on the sensations that followed suit with it.
       How warm it was, its palpitations as it got harder and harder with each thrust and most important of all –how it was able to keep her mouth wide open to a point of having her jaw go numb.
       Her tears had a play too, as they worked together with her spit as part of the lubrication process that would soon prove maybe enough for the next position to be bearable.
       —Well done for a fucking Stormcloak.. A shame you picked the wrong side. —The captain mocked her—. Then again, it’s what brought us here.
       Ironically romantic, but at last Momo’s mouth was finally free, yet her consciousness wasn’t. She had been air deprived enough to be partially unconscious but still aware and awake –causing her to go limp but still gaze at the Captain with rage in her eyes.
       That was when –out of nowhere– Momo was released from her chains –just not in the way anyone would’ve hoped, as she was dragged to the close-by table to lay on front for her next punishment.
       With her legs tired and sore, the Captain had no pushback as she spread them apart to visualize Momo’s pussy and ass, and with Momo tired as she was; little did she said against it. Instead, she was simply glad to be out of the cage so fast.
       —Not an inch of hair or dirt. What kind of virgin are you? —The captain was in shock as she realized Momo’s well-groomed crotch—. I expected all of your kind to be whores. It would be a waste not to..
       Not to? Momo couldn’t finish processing those words by the time the answer was given to her in form.
       The abrupt sensation of the captain’s cock forcing itself inside her ass without previous warning –screams of pain were the only way she could reply.
       And her rapist loved that.
       —Yes, slut. Scream for me.
       And the more Momo would shriek in pain, the worse the pain as the captain thrusted in harder and faster –feeling her the girl’s as cheeks clap against her hips while Momo’s breast wiggled from the forced pushes.
       If she tried to lift herself; her nipples would scrape the wooden surface and hurt themselves with the poorly worked wood; and if the laid her chest as a whole, her whole breast would then receive the damage instead –there was no right position for her.
       Meanwhile, the captain had no worries, she even played with her own tits while riding Momo’s ass –giving herself the time of her life. After all, she was in fact a virgin, and tight too.
       Feeling her insides crush her cock with warmth as she went all in or all out. The pleasure was too much to let go of straightforwardly.
       But as a sign of the gods, luck stroke back. A commotion unknown to them shook the whole prison as a whole, bits of rock falling all over the place as if an earthquake had strike the place.
       Following, a guard from the upper levels was running scared, screaming the word “dragon” over an over in despair.
       —What is the meaning of this? —The captain questioned the guard as it reached the cells, her cock still inside Momo as if nothing happened—.
       —Captain! It’s a dragon! A dragon is attacking Helgen! Just as they were about to strike one of the prisoners; a black dragon came down and is burning it all!
       —Ridiculous! Dragons are but a tale.
       —Its true! And if we don’t leave, we are all doomed to Oblivion!
       The Captain was pissed. The guard not only fled right after, but another shake had hit the building and now rocks could be heard falling apart in the distance.
       Now with the presence of real danger, she couldn’t bring herself to even finish. She had to pull out and suit up if she wanted to leave alive.
       And that was her mistake, she had let her guard down as she prioritized her own safety and getting clothed as fast as possible that Momo was able to react too.
       Without a second to hesitate she grabbed a dagger sitting next to the Captain’s equipment and with a swift move she took her life by slicing her throat. The was blood everywhere and the captain couldn’t even scream as she fell to the ground. Yet Momo didn’t feel at peace, she simply took all of her gear for herself and planned her own escape.
       But out of nowhere, she hears another voice.
       —I swear to the nine! —A male voice—.
       —Momo! —Ochako’s voice followed—.
       It was Momo and the Stormcloak prisoner that shared carriage with them.
       —Ochako! Are you hurt?
       —I’m fine Momo. Are you?
       Momo hugged her body, the sword holstered but the dagger still in her hand, covered in blood.
       —I am now..
       —Wait, that is imperial armour you are wearing. —The Stormcloack pointed out—.
       —So? What’s the problem? You’ll fight me for it?!
       —No, of course not. But other Stormcloack might. Then again, with a dragon on the attack, I bet most are just trying to run away..
       —And we should be doing the same.. eh.. Sorry, you never gave your name..
       —I’m Ralof.
       —Well, Ralof. —Momo interrupted, her blood boiling—. If Ochako trusts you so will I. But only until we are out of here, got it?
       —Works for me, lady. But we must hurry.
       With a faint curiosity, Ochako looked around.
       The blooded dagger was a dead giveaway that something was off, even if Momo said she was fine –and it didn’t take long before she saw the dead body of the Captain on the floor, then it all added up.
       Momo figured as she noticed Ochako’s face go pale at the sight of the cadaver, but without a word she simply put her hand on her shoulder and put herself on the way of her line of sight. Ochako understood this meant for her to look away.
       —At least that is one less Imperial to deal with. —Ralof said—.
       The three of them now together proved fruitful to their scape. The prison was quickly taken cared of and the cave next to it turned a breeze as they fought the giant spiders and sneaked through the sleeping bear.
       Before you know it they were right on path to Riverwood and not far from Whiterun either.
       But not without a gentle scare from the black dragon Alduin who fled the scene right on cue as they exposed themselves once more to the light of the burning sun.
       —This is it, ladies. —Ralof voice was soft—. Thank you for your help.
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