Nira

Niraneye Silinthar:
Niraneye Silinthar sighs quietly as she walks down the street, a frown on her face as she looks around. She wouldn't say she was lost, just...seeing the sights. Trying to find her way back to others.
Britney:
Sensing someone in the street outside my house, I create a body to step out while I continue to care for Charlie. Seeing the armored warrior, I whistle. "Well, don't you look good."
Niraneye Silinthar:
Niraneye jumps in surprise, looking to Britney as I paused, before smiling a bit. "I'm fine. Just...seeing the sights, exploring the town." Niraneye says with a small shrug.
Britney:
"I know how you would look even better, though." My eyes run up and down her body, and the warrior gets the extremely disquieting sense that her armor is useless to prevent me from ogling her naked form. "With those plump lips of yours wrapped around my fat cock." Whatever other reactions this might elicit, among them would be confusion, since I'm completely naked, and fully female.
Niraneye Silinthar:
Niraneye raises an eyebrow with a confused frown. "Couple of questions...one, you don't have a cock, but otherwise, how would I suck it? Two...why would I?" Niraneye asks, though she did stiffen under Britney's ogling and her words, sounding as if she had a choice in the matter.
Britney:
"Well, you'll suck it like you would any other cock, once I grow it, of course, and you'll do it because if you don't, I'll beat the shit out of you."
Niraneye Silinthar:
"Uhhuh..." Niraneye grimaces lightly after a moment. "Think I remember you from my first time here..." She says, looking like she'd try to bolt at the best opportunity.
Britney:
"Oh, I don't think we've met"--the warrior feels a hugely powerful **** rip through her mind, as if I'm learning everything there is to know about her in seconds--"Niraneye Silinthar. Now get over here and get that hot mouth of yours on my dick." This time I do grow a penis while I speak, and it dangles sixteen inches from my crotch while I lean against the wall of my house.
Niraneye Silinthar:
Niraneye hisses out in pain, reaching up to put a hand on her head, glaring a bit at Britney. "The hell did you do?" She asks, though in her other hand, her Conjuration magic starts forming, though Britney knew that she actually had to summon whatever it was she wanted. Which, of course, would give her time to stop Niraneye.
Britney:
I don't really care what Nira is conjuring--as I am a Mistress of this place, her magic is necessarily subordinate to mine and cannot, ultimately, harm me. "I said," I say as I get up and walk casually over to the warrior, my cock slowly hardening, "suck my dick. Or I'll make you suck it. Your choice."
Niraneye Silinthar:
Niraneye starts backing up from Britney, grimacing a little as she did. "Ya, rather not either of those options." She admits with a shrug, a sword forming in her hand from the magic. "Course, I could always choose option three and leave, probably."
Britney:
"I don't think you understand, you idiotic slut." I'm close enough to Nira that one quick stroke from her could sever my head. "There is no option three." Despite seeing the sword in Nira's hand, I make no move to defend myself, appearing supremely confident and arrogant--the perfect sort of bitch to lay low with a single blow.
Niraneye Silinthar:
"Uhhuh..." Niraneye tries to lash out with the sword, in order to try and cut off Britney's masculine appendage, not knowing that it was useless against Britney. Though that had, unintentionally, brought her into the Mistress's grabbing range, something Nira hadn't been counting on.
Britney:
The sword passes straight through my tool, though, and I grab it after Nira sees how useless her attempt to harm me was. I wrench the blade out of her hand and toss it aside; while I do that, my other hand, suddenly covered in a mailed gauntlet, swings around to smash into the left side of her face, drawing blood above and below her eye and leaving a huge bruise on her cheek. "There's no option four, either."
Niraneye Silinthar:
The instant the blade left her hand, it dispelled, the magic reforming in Niraneye's hand. When Britney smashed her gauntleted hand into her face, Niraneye hisses out in pain as she nearly gets sent to the ground, doing her best to backpedal out of Britney's range to try and get some space between them. "Always more than two options." She growls out, glaring up to Britney.
Britney:
"Not here," I tell her, reaching out once more and forcibly suppressing Nira's magic, the sword in her hand vanishing. I step forward once again, the gauntlet switching to my other hand. "Now, will you suck me off, or am I going to have to make you even uglier?"
Niraneye Silinthar:
"Sorry, you're not my type." Nira says, trying to kick out to try and take Britney's legs out from under her, despite not being much of a physical fighter. She had always had a sword, dagger, or bow to use thanks to her magic, but since that was proven useless, she was having to go with what she knew probably wouldn't work.
Britney:
Just as her sword had, Nira's leg passes through mine harmlessly. While she's off-balance from the kick, I backhand her again across her other cheek, drawing even more blood and leaving another huge bruise. "Well, that's too bad, because you're very much mine. Now get those lips of yours on my cock, whore."
Niraneye Silinthar:
This time, Niraneye did fall to the ground from the backhand, hissing in pain when she landed on her breasts, trying to roll around and glare up at Britney. "This is just all kinds of fucked up." She grunts out, bluntly and honestly, but she didn't move to wrap her lips around Britney's shaft. Yet.
Britney:
"You like it fucked up, though." It's not a question. But since Nira still hasn't been a good little slut and sucked off her superior, I reach down with my bare hand and pick her up by the throat, almost **** her as I haul her to her feet. "You know what, I've lost interest in having you suck me off. I think your face would look better like this." This time, my mailed fist swings square into the centre of her face, destroying her nose, splitting her lips, shattering her teeth--though, by some magic, she is still able to speak coherently. Her eye sockets are broken, and she can barely see from all the blood pouring down from above her eyebrows. "Now look what you made me do, you trash: you're too ugly for anyone to facefuck now. Well, looks like I'll just have to make use of your other two holes. But first let's see what sort of hot whore body you've got." My free hand grabs at Nira's breastplate and tears out a huge chunk of the armor, not bothering to try to keep it in one piece.
Niraneye Silinthar:
Niraneye screams out in pain, head jerking back from Britney's fist, as she does her best to glare at the Goddess. "You're the one who busted my face." She spits out, as best she could around Britney's hand, squirming. She had D cup breasts, admittedly, as she squirms more. "Can't exactly think straight...from the pain." Nira says, as best she could, while reaching up to try and covers her breasts. Try, being key word here.
Britney:
"And what are you gonna do about it? Just means you only have two worthwhile fuckholes instead of three. Really, it hurt me more than it hurt you." As Nira tries to cover her suddenly-bare tits, my hand quickly takes off her sleeves, in the process breaking her ulna, radius, and humerus in each arm, and separating her shoulders, leaving her arms completely useless at her sides while I roughly grope each of her ample boobs. I rip off the back of her armor, leaving her bare from the waist up. "Nice tits, slut," I compliment her while I reach down to strip her completely bare.
Niraneye Silinthar:
Nira screams out in pain, jerking, as if trying to pull away from Britney. Surprisingly, or maybe not considering the Altmer's beauty, she had a hairless cunt. Though she glares at Britney as best she could. "I doubt you don't have the ability to heal me." She nearly snarls out, twitching from the pain she was in, though she was doing her best to ignore it.
Britney:
"Maybe I do. Maybe I'll heal you if you're a good enough fuck." I spin Nira around and push her to the ground, but mid-fall I catch her hair, which is suddenly much longer than it was, allowing me to pull her up short before she crashes to the ground, almost giving her whiplash. "You know, it'll get tiring holding you like this while I try to pound your cunt and your ass. Much better to grab those wide hips of yours. I think I'll just have you prop yourself up instead." Suddenly, Nira's breasts balloon outward, each becoming about the size of the rest of her body as they splay on the dirt-and-gravel road, leaving her thoroughly immobile and completely at my mercy. "Tell me, Nira," I ask her as I reach into her mind again, cranking her sexual arousal as high as I can put it without rendering her brain-dead, "how do you feel about having your hymen broken?"
Niraneye Silinthar:
Nira hisses out and moans out from the feeling, closing her eyes as she did. "Fucking...certainly don't like it." She hisses out, though her cunt was starting to get wet with arousal, as she tried to keep her mind thinking as straight as it could. "Oh gods, please...don't tell me you're going in dry..." Nira says, after a moment, tensing as she did.
Britney:
"Well I would be going in wet if you'd sucked me off like a good little whore." My cock is fully erect at thirty inches, and I slam my entire length into Nira, not caring to alter her internal anatomy, destroying her vagina and some of her other organs as I **** my way in. While it's painful for both of us, I refuse to feel any pain, and transfer it all to Nira, so that I feel only pleasure, while she feels a mixture, though more pain than pleasure. I start to pound, reaiming myself each time to wreck another part of her body, my balls passing through her gigantic boobs to slam against her abdomen with each thrust, my pelvis ramming into her ass cheeks and leaving them bruised also. Suddenly Nira feels my hands grabbing her hair even while I've still got her hips in my grip. "I like grabbing my fuckslut's hair too much to let your big hips distract me, whore."
Niraneye Silinthar:
Nira screams out in pain, trying to squirm out of Britney's grip as best she could, pushing the tears that threatened to come up back down. "S-stop! Please stop this!" Nira cries out, thrashing as best she could and trying to kick at Britney. But considering the size of her breasts, that was extremely difficult to do, and she couldn't exactly roll off her breasts at this. "I'll d-do what you want, just please stop!"
Britney:
"But I want to fuck you like this, so if you'll do what I want, you'll let me keep screwing you," I point out. But having destroyed much of Nira's innards, I pull out suddenly, my cock almost immediately drying off in the air. "You know what didn't get all lubed up when I made you horny, Nira?" I ask, answering my own question when I tease my huge cockhead at her anus.
Niraneye Silinthar:
Nira whimpers and shakes her head as best she could. "P-please don't...I'll be good, I promise..." She says, trying to calm her breathing down. "It hurts...it hurts so much..." Nira tries to roll off her breasts as best she could, though her cunt was still wet with the arousal Britney had pushed into her. She wasn't even sure what she had been thinking when Britney had ordered her to do something and she refused.
Britney:
"Oh, we've long since passed the point of you being 'good,'" I tell her as I shove my too-large cock into her too-tight butt, forcing her to feel all the pain from my going in dry. "I'm going to have to punish you even more after this for only giving me two holes to screw instead of three, of course," I tell her, pounding her butt ferociously while I whip her head back and forth by her hair, careful not to break her neck.
Niraneye Silinthar:
She cries out in pain when Britney pushed into her, still not giving in to letting tears run down her face. "Please, stop! It hurts, I'll do anything!" Nira cries out, trying to squirm off her breasts again. She had never felt so much pain in her life, and at the moment, she just wanted the pain to stop. She would be willing to do anything, too, if Britney cared to try and find the truth in her words.
Britney:
"Anything? Then you'll let me fuck your butt like this and make you feel all the pain," I tell her, exposing the contradiction inherent in her plea. I continue to pound, destroying her colon and the end of her large intestine, while the vibrations from my thrusts shatter her femurs, patellas, tibias and fibulas, leaving her legs as useless as her arms. "You'll let me use you like the fuckdoll you are, because that's all you're good for: being a broken fucktoy for your betters."
Niraneye Silinthar:
Nira cries out in pain, trying to shake her head as best she could, a tear finally falling from her eyes. Though she stopped anymore from leaking out of her eyes, she did her best to relax her body for Britney, trying to shut herself up so that the Mistress wouldn't be able to hear her screaming anymore. Not that it was helping, what with how much pain she was in.
Britney:
What does shut Nira up, though, is my sudden orgasm, cum exploding through her, forcing its way up her throat and out her mouth, the thick, salty substance coating her tongue and spilling on her tits. I rip my cock out from her anus and hose down her back, careful to keep her hair from getting soaked. "You know, Nira, I just thought of a good use for your mouth," and without any further ado, I pick her up by her hair and drag her off to Circe's outhouse.
Niraneye Silinthar:
Nira looks around as best she could when they got to the outhouse, wincing a bit as she did. "Why are we here...?" She whimpers, softly, wondering what the hell Britney had brought her here for...despite having a bad feeling about it, squirming as best she could.
Britney:
I toss Nira down, throwing her not just to the ground but through the floor, so that she finds herself stuck there, only her face showing while the rest of her body is covered by all the rank waste the other denizens of this place have dumped there. I squat down, putting my own asshole up against her mouth. "I just realized you're good for two things: being a fucktoy and being a toilet. Congratulations, you're twice as useful as I thought you were." And with that, a huge log of rancid crap drops from my butt into her mouth.
Niraneye Silinthar:
Niraneye gags and groans from disgust, trying to close her mouth so that no more of Britney's shit could get into her mouth, despite the futility of it. Still, because of that, she had to quickly swallow what was in her mouth, and she did her best not to vomit it back up. That would just end really, really badly for Nira, and she knew it rather well.
Britney:
As Nira tries to close her mouth, I reach under my own huge ass and forcibly wrench her jaw open, unhinging and breaking it in the process. "Good toilets take all their users' waste," I remind her as I drop my second log.
Niraneye Silinthar:
Nira gags again, whimpering out as she does her best to quickly try to swallow down more of Britney's shit, as best she could. Unable to move, she just closes her eyes to accept her current fate, though she did wonder if she'd get let out eventually. If she did, that would be...well, debatebly good. If not...well, she could always mentally curse Britney out until that got old.
Britney:
"Oh, do, keep thinking such things. It's always funny to let lessers think they can actually get '****' or something silly like that," I say, casually reading her mind while I drop three more thick logs of shit in quick succession, not giving her the chance to fully swallow each one before filling her mouth even more.
Niraneye Silinthar:
Niraneye starts trying to swallow faster, unable to breath except through her nose at the moment, whimpering pitifully under Britney. She did hope for a shower at least...if she ever got out. Though at this point, even as she tried to keep her thoughts on nice things, she choked down the disgusting logs of filth.
Britney:
Suddenly my shit switches from logs to diarrhea, the juices coming with it burning Nira's tongue from their acidity. "Don't worry, Nira, I'll make sure you have a nice shower after all this is over. It'll be golden, I promise." The loose stool continues to pour out of my butt, filling her mouth again, leaving her tongue screaming in pain from the acidity.
Niraneye Silinthar:
Niraneye screams out in pain as best she could, trying to either spit it out of her mouth, or swallow it as quickly as possible. That last part, thankfully, being possible only due to having a few drinking contests monthly back home...though in this situation, it was far from the best option she could have chosen to do.
Britney:
"Good toilets don't try to spit their users' waste back out," I remind Nira once again, forcing a huge glob of soft shit into her mouth to press the diarrhea down her throat and also to quiet her screams.
Niraneye Silinthar:
Nira gags and coughs in disgust, though she did her best to swallow both diarrhea and the soft shit down, quickly. Her thoughts turning to showers that* weren't golden or from anyone's body, though she knew it wasn't that good of a thought to get used to yet.
Britney:
"You know, if you keep thinking about that stuff, I might leave a curse on you that all your showers will become golden as you take them," I muse aloud. "It'll go much easier for you if you just accept what you are: a fucktoy and a toilet. Once you do that you'll be much happier." Forcing one last hard log into Nira, I get up, reaching down to grab her locks and haul her up by those. Willing her hair clean of the shit that coats the rest of her body, including every square inch of her still-titanic boobs, I tie her by her long hair to a bar just below the ceiling, letting her dangle there as I look her over, seeing the bruises on her face and ass, the damage I did to her internally and externally. "Now you look like what you truly are: a broken fuckdoll and a well-used latrine."
Niraneye Silinthar:
Niraneye winces and whimpers a little, changing her thoughts, hesitantly, from showers. Though she didn't have anything to say at the moment, her thoughts were...less than pleasant towards Britney, a few of them involving ways to broil the Mistress. Though she knew she couldn't do anything to Britney, they were just fanciful thoughts to hold her over for now, hanging by her hair as she whimpers in pain.
Britney:
"You still can't accept what you are. Sad, really. But do continue dreaming about what you want to do to me. It's quite entertaining." My semi-hard cock suddenly starts spraying urine, which flies everywhere, blasting the shit off Nira, but the **** of it leaves her bruised all over. I walk around slowly, moving my dick slowly up and down, making sure to get every little bit of her clean of shit, but leaving her coated with sticky, smelly piss.
Niraneye Silinthar:
Nira whimpers in more pain when she did that, flinching as best she could, before wondering if she'd be able to actually get out. If not...she'd try to get out anyways, because there was no way she was going to survive if she ended up hanging off the bar as she was. Though she didn't need to be told twice to keep dreaming about what she wanted to do to Britney.
Britney:
Having finished cleaning Nira off, I walk back around to face her, levitating to look her in the eye. "Now, I did say I might heal you if you were a good fuck, and you were, well, acceptably good. So I'll heal you, but I'm going to leave you with a memento or three of this." I wave my hand and her body is restored to normal, but soon after I start to change her again.
Niraneye Silinthar:
Nira hisses out in pain as she gets healed, though she closes her eyes, reaching up to rub her jaw. Though she groaned a little when she realized 1) she needed new clothes, 2) her breasts were bigger, and 3)...well, she was just glad to be healed. "Thank you...for healing me." Niraneye says, reaching up to rub her head as best she could from where she was hanging.
Britney:
"Well you wouldn't be a very good fucktoy or toilet for anyone else if you were just moaning in pain all the time. I've got to let them have the fun of beating the stuffing out of you, too, after all." Nira's breasts grow a little more, until she can identify them as being around a fifth again larger than basketballs--a size she knows because I've **** into her mind one of my own memories of playing a sport with a ball she knows is called a "basketball". She also finds that she's still dangling at about the same distance from the ceiling and floor, indicating that her hair is still the ass-length mane I **** it to be, and as for her ass, it's similarly larger in order to match and balance her new bust. "You know, really, all that armor you were wearing, it just got in the way. I think I'll make a new outfit for you once I let you down." And with those words, the knots holding her hair up loosen and Nira falls to the floor, but she finds herself trapped in a small circle, certainly not enough to leave the outhouse or even get at me.
Niraneye Silinthar:
Niraneye grunts as she crouches down from being dropped in the hole, as best she could, starting to straighten up with a displeased groan. "I take it I'm not going to like whatever it is you have planned for me." She says, reaching up to start trying to braid her hair so that it didn't get in the way again, grimacing as she looks around. This was going to be lovely...not.
Britney:
As Nira reaches for her hair, though, she finds it moving its own accord, braiding itself into plaited pigtails, her hair lengthening again so that they still reach to her ample butt. "Probably not, but it's what you're going to be wearing from now on. Well, the most you're going to be wearing." A classic chainmail bikini appears on Nira's body, but even more sexualised than usual, as it leaves her nipples, pussy, and ass completely bare. Aside from that, all she has on are laced-up leather fuck-me boots, with six-inch heels. "A little impractical for fighting, but you'll get used to it eventually." I shrug. "Very practical for fucking, though, which, again, is one of the only two things you're actually good for."
Niraneye Silinthar:
"Oh, lovely." Niraneye says, looking for anything she could do to take them off. Niraneye would prefer not to wear these all day, every day. Matter of fact, she preferred actual clothing, but her armor had been what she had been wearing when she had come here, and she had no clothes to have changed into. "I take it these are permanent, then." Britney could hear Nira's distaste practically oozing from her voice as she spoke, trying to give the boots an experimental tug to see if they could come off.
Britney:
"Yes and no. You can take them off, of course, and go naked if you'd prefer, but any clothing you do put on--whether natural or magical, so don't bother trying to conjure up anything--will change into what you're currently wearing. Fuckdolls and toilets shouldn't cover up their slutty bodies, after all, and you're both." I release the shields holding Nira in place, and remove my block on her magic. "I just had to make sure you looked the part."
Niraneye Silinthar:
"Ugh. Not even going to thank you for these." Niraneye says, taking the boots off. "I'll see if I can't find any actual clothes that you might deem 'appropriate' for me to wear, since this is going to get too damn uncomfortable quickly." Niraneye says, glancing at the boots in distaste. "Then again, I doubt I'd be able to convince you anyways."
Britney:
"Probably not. You're a whore-slut-toilet and you're going to look the part." I shrug. "As for any 'actual' clothes, you'll find you can't wear anything that covers up any more skin than these do. So if you'd prefer fabric to chainmail, go ahead, but you won't be able to cover up your nipples, pussy, or ass. Oh, and one more thing." A choker appears on Nira's neck with a diamond stud at the back. "You talk too much for a cocksucking toilet." I touch the diamond and immediately Nira finds her mouth full with an O-ring gag, shutting her up but making her perfect for being facefucked or shat into. "You'll be so much happier once you accept who you truly are, once you stop fighting it." I touch the stud again and the gag vanishes.
Niraneye Silinthar:
Niraneye grimaces again, grunting gently as she did. "Lovely. So basically, I get to be unwilling and uncomfortable instead of willing." Niraneye says, before shrugging. "Ah well. Can I go now?" Niraneye asks, figuring it was better safe than sorry for asking, just in case Britney decided to punish her for leaving without permission.
Britney:
"If only you'd sucked my cock when I told you to, Nira..." I shake my head sadly. "That's really all I wanted, you know, a nice quick blowjob. But you had to resist and make me do all this to punish you for it. And I never even got my blowjob. Ah well, next time, then," I tell her, my voice leaving her no room to doubt that there would be a next time. "Maybe if you give me good head when we meet again, I'll let you cover up a little more." I wave my hand, indicating that she has permission to leave, but before she can even move, I vanish, leaving her alone in the stinky, smelly outhouse.
Niraneye Silinthar:
Niraneye groans, starting to stalk out of the outhouse. "I really, really want to punch someone now..." She mutters to herself, reaching up to rub her face with a gentle groan, trying to cover at least her breasts with an arm. Though she doubted it, since Britney **** it upon her.
Britney:
My voice comes out of nowhere. "And I just want to pinch someone." With those words, Nira feels a hard pinch on her ass, followed by a slap, and then a finger up her cunt and two more pinches on her nipples--which she finds herself quite unable to cover, even with another part of her body, just as she won't be able to hide her genitalia. "Until next time, fucktoy-toilet..." My voice fades, but my final words linger in her ears.
Niraneye Silinthar:
Niraneye lets out a groan of frustration, going to head to find some place, any place really, that she could find clothing at. Preferably clothing she could wear and save without them turning into what she was wearing.