Last week, I went to San Jose for Further Confusion. Had a pretty good time; don’t know if I broke even or not, don’t particularly care. If I’m in the red I don’t think it’s very far, and if I’d actually bothered to find room-mates I’m pretty sure I would have made a profit.
But that’s not the vacation from reality I’m going to talk about right now. I’m going to talk about the one I took after I got home from that. I’m going to talk about my latest Skyrim character.
I now have a BootCamp partition that contains Steam, Skyrim, a mod management tool, and a bunch of mods. Primarily ones from a huge archive of adult mods. There will be pictures in this post. They will not be safe for work. You have been warned. There will be discussion of forced sex, prostitution, and worse.
Disclaimer: I do not think any of the things that happen to my character in this playthrough are a good idea for the real world, unless carried out by consenting adults.
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I’d ported over my saves from the 360 version. But I didn’t want to disturb Absinthe from her post-main-quest-chain slumber atop the highest peak in the game world. And while I bounced around testing some things on 47, it just didn’t feel right to take that slightly damaged Argonian master assassin and subject her to a world full of non-consensual sex. Same with the high elf I was doing an unfinished pacifist playthrough of the wizard school quest chain with. None of them were mentally equipped to handle the world I was curating here.
No. I had to make a new character. Someone who was ready and willing to take on a world where the consequence of losing a fight is sex, someone who was eager to make money by prostituting herself. So I took a dark elf, used some console commands to permanently attach a pair of horns to her head, and decided she was a fallen succubus named Saturnalia.
Then I had her stuffed into extreme bondage and dumped on the side of a road in the middle of a sunny part of Skyrim.
Saturnalia sighed. Stripped of her demonic powers, bound and enslaved, and now lost in the middle of fucking Skyrim. This week was gonna suck.
(Actually it dumps you next to the scene of a cart accident, which is a nice bit of story implied through set design. I didn’t grab a screenshot of that. Also please pretend that Saturnalia’s massive tits are not clipping through her metal bra for these first few screenshots, thanks.)
Saturnalia was given a quest called “Chastity Belt”, with a single objective: Get this belt off before I lose my mind! But before she could worry about that, her first order of business was to try and get out of this armbinder she was stuck in.
Yeah, fuck you too, M’aiq. um actually yeah thanks *blush* *squirm*
At this point I suppose I should list Saturnalia’s starting equipment. She had a lot more stuff than the average Dragonborn fresh off the cart. Sadly, none of it was what you would call useful: a pair of heels with giant attachment rings in them, leg cuffs, arm cuffs, a cute little harness made of leather straps and rings, an armbinder, and a chastity bra and a chastity belt. And a pair of plugs inside her, beneath the belt. None of which she could take off, thanks to some clever scripts. This was the middle setting of five levels of difficulty for the ‘escaped slave’ alternate start; the higher ones drop you in the middle of the frozen North with a gag and a blindfold as well. Pretty much instant death if you’re playing with the mods that make you worry about the cold, I’m sure. The fact that gagged people can’t talk doesn’t help, either.
Oh, and escaped slaves get no spells, either. Can you say “fucked”? I knew you could!
Saturnalia however, turned out to be lost just outside of Whiterun. Which is right in the middle of the gameworld, well below the frost line. My sense of delight when I worked out where she was was astounding.
Oh, did I mention that while you’re in the armbinder, any attempt to bring up your map, inventory, or magic is intercepted, and replaced by a little pop-up message telling you how firmly bound your arms are, and giving you the opportunity to “open it”, “struggle”, or “live with it”? If you choose “struggle”, you get a cute little animation that lasts for a few seconds, followed by a heartfelt sigh and another pop-up message that tells you that you’re no match for the strong leather sheets and straps. So I really had absolutely no idea where I was until I recognized a landmark.
(If you keep struggling, eventually you may get out. In my first attempt I went the other way up the road, and found myself stuck in first-person view and slowly floating up into the sky after fooling with some noclip commands, then getting lucky with the struggle in front of a shrine to Dibella, the game’s goddess of love and beauty.)
After narrowly escaping being eaten by wolves – thanks to a couple of friendly giants – Saturnalia hurried up the road to Whiterun. Surely someone in the big city would be willing to help her!
Fuck you too, Idolaf. After I listened to your explanation of how your family is feuding with another rich family in Whiterun and told you I was totally Team Battle-Born, too. Was my insincerity that transparent? um actually thanks *squirm*
YAY! Thanks, Adrianne! Us ladies gotta stick together.
Then she demanded recompense for her help and gave Saturnalia the option of either having it put back on, paying her gold, or having sex with her. For a fallen succubus, the choice was clear. Not that there really was a choice, anyway.
Clearly Saturnalia would need to acquire some gold if she wanted to survive in Skyrim. So she wandered up the road to the inn, talked to the innkeeper, and started her new career as the town bicycle. Two of her three holes were inaccessible, what with having a chastity belt locked over them, but her mouth was ready and willing. Over time she would become a master of oral sex. (Literally. The sex mod tracks how many times you’ve had oral, vaginal, and anal sex, and has a skill rating based on that.)
At some point during this, the plugs beneath the chastity belt started vibrating now and then. Saturnalia’s life became a never-ending haze of distraction, thanks to this – every time she’d start to think straight, those damn magic plugs would turn on and buzz her into incoherence. Now and then she’d claw futilely at her groin and breasts, trying to find some way to get herself off, but to no avail. These chastity devices were designed precisely to keep her aroused, horny, and begging for the orgasm that she’d never get.
(And perhaps this is TMI, but fairly early on I decided to join her. I filled myself with one of my smaller toys, plugged the Hitachi Magic Wand in near the computer, and sat on it. Whenever Saturnalia’s plugs started vibrating, I’d turn the Hitachi on. Supposedly if you play with a controller, it’ll actually buzz, but I haven’t been able to get a controller working in my Bootcamp setup.)
Once she had some money, Saturnalia tried to clothe herself and failed. Apparently part of the bet that had landed her in this situation was that she could never be anything terribly far from naked; the instant she put anything on it just fell off again. (Or that was my justification for not covering up the slave outfit. The chastity bra clipped through most outfits and looked like ass.) Eventually she found a creepy old dude living in the basement of a ruined house a little outside of Whiterun who had a translucent negligee that did little to cover her, but made her feel… slightly less on display, and somewhat more like an adventurer than a fuck-slut. Not that she didn’t revel in that; as she bounced across Skyrim, she’d make a point of dropping in at the local inn and turning a few tricks pretty much every time she blew into town. She had to pay for the cross-country cart rides somehow, after all. (I operated under the disciplines of “no fast travel” and “no armor or weapons” for this game, though I broke the fast travel one a few times. I did not do the mostly-pacifist discipline I played Absinthe and 47 with. Yes I played 47 as a mostly-pacifist assassin: no kills except for paid ones. The narrative of her trying to control that URGE TO KILL this way worked pretty well.)
In the Wizard’s College, Saturnalia discovered a book that told her the secrets of making these chastity belts. And of making their keys. Sadly, she also discovered that these keys would require some very rare items to make – and that every time she cast a spell, the magically-powered plugs would pick up the excess energy and start vibrating like crazy.
At least once she ended up being a wolf-pack’s omega female for a couple of days due to this.
Eventually Saturnalia started to learn some very… interesting… spells. The wolf packs became much less traumatic encounters: throw a calm spell at the alpha male, collapse into a whimpering, moaning mess as the spell’s power set her sensitive places alight, then get roundly fucked by the wolf, who was convinced she was another wolf in heat. Now and then the manic pounding of a wolf’s cock against her nethers would actually get her off, and she could focus for a few blessed moments. Never very long, though. Even aside from the plugs inevitably kicking in, Saturnalia was constantly turned on by her enforced nudity. (These are actual systems put in place by these mods! I could hit a key and get told what Saturnalia’s current arousal level was; the number was almost always 100%.)
The savage pounding she received from a saber-tooth cat at one point definitely did something for Saturnalia. She was tempted to just go hunting for these guys for a while. Oh my.
(due to the fact that this is a whole pile of mods that are only partially aware of each other, getting fucked by an animal often bypasses the “no getting off” scripts on the chastity belt. I think Saturnalia ended up being multi-orgasmic a few times due to this, especially when the plugs would randomly go off in the middle of things…)
Finally, Saturnalia found the rare ebony ore and flawless diamonds she needed to craft a key for her belt.
PRESSING YES AS HARD AS I CAN.
The instant Saturnalia unlocked the belt, she fell to the ground masturbating. Then, knowing it worked, she rewound time and didn’t unlock it. She went to the local inn and did a round of oral whoring to earn enough money to take a cart down to Falkreath instead, because she really didn’t want to lie out on the cold stone to celebrate. Normally she was frustrated by having the belt on and only being able to use her mouth, but now that she had the key in her hand, Saturnalia just kind of giggled to herself every time a customer wanted her other holes and retargeted to her talented mouth, or when the plugs woke up.
Down in summery Falkreath, she climbed up on top of a building, stood there dramatically in the sun…
…and got herself off.
Saturnalia’s orgasmic cries rang through the whole town. Nobody seemed to care. It was just another day in Skyrim.
* * * * *
And then she put the belt and plugs back on but something had broken the scripts and ugh fuck this I went to bed because I started playing before the sun was up and now it was like 2AM, I think it was like three months of in-game time. I seem to have con crud, I’m debating if I’m going to spend today doing some of the actual quests added by these various sex mods while going through a box or three of tissues. Mostly by blowing my nose, but let’s be honest, if I decide to do the vibrator thing again…
Also here are a couple funny screengrabs that don’t fit into the narrative.
Apparently I’d installed a “replace skeevers with Pikachu” mod at some point. They did not exhibit an electrical attack – in fact I think Saturnalia blew these guys into smithereens with an electrical blast, then promptly collapsed into a whimpering, vibrating heap. Combat as a spellcaster is really interesting when you know that can happen at any time; luckily everyone just kinda stands around watching you play the “helpless masturbation” animation until your character regains enough sanity to respond to your inputs again.
Also I think this is the only screenshot I took that gives you any kind of decent look at the outfit she wore for most of the game. The sex mods automatically strip you when you have sex, but the slave gear is flagged to stay on. Of course.
At one point when Saturnalia was whoring, things tried to turn into a threesome. Sadly, she still only had one hole available at this point. And was standing very close to a column when the sex started. So this Argonian joined the fun by just kinda… teleporting halfway into the column, several feet off the ground, and humping it wildly.
Also AAAGH THERE IS A KID IN THIS TAVERN AND THE MOD THAT MAKES PEOPLE STAND AROUND AND APPLAUD PUBLIC SEX DOESN’T CARE THAT THEY’RE A KID I HAVE NEVER FELT SKETCHIER IN MY ENTIRE LIFE.
Well okay maybe I felt sketchier when the empty bedroom I chose for my next trick turned out to be the one the kid was assigned to go sleep in; she wandered in while Saturnalia was sucking away and just hopped into bed and went to sleep. o.O;
I wholly respect your lifestyle choice of “architecture fetishist”, Galum-Ei. And yes that is fresh sperm all over Saturnalia’s tits there.
Okay I’m gonna go out and get some food and a hell of a lot of kleenex now. Con crud and an empty cupboard, bleah. And then I may well start up a fresh game with the same gear, spawn keys to it, and do the “become a succubus” quest that came in one of these mods.
OH YES also I should mention that I was scheduling a date with a friend who OKCupid suggested is highly compatible with me while I was nearing the end of this run. We ended up talking some about this collection of mods, her own mod suggestions, and so on. Somehow I thought talking about a set of mods that let you get raped at the end of losing combat, get fucked by animals, and go whoring was a good idea for flirting? Hey, she’s a poly freak who enjoys the odd bit of BDSM and utterly implausible fantasy now and then too.