Minx, A Fan-Fiction Options

[Zalphon]

I accidently reported the wrong one to be closed...

Prologue

I stared into the night sky; stars gleamed over the city of Anvil. I sat upon Benirus Manor. Clothed in my black-leather uniform with a black, hooded cloak, I stared at the sea. My older brother left for a career as an Imperial Soldier to Akavir. A long time ago they tried that, but the settlers were all killed by mysterious circumstances.

“You’re always waiting for him, Minx,” a voice whispered. I looked behind myself and noticed her. My friend, a khajiit smiled at me. Her eyes were dark and her fur was vibrant orange with ebony black stripes. Unlike most of her kind, she spoke like a normal citizen, probably due to the fact that she was raised by Imperials.

“I’ll never stop waiting for Fargoth. He always wanted to join the Legion and when he finally did,” I whimpered. “They were supposed to return six months ago.”

She hugged me and whispered, “Fargoth will return or my name isn’t Aunya.” Aunya always knew how to comfort me. The Khajiit was a few years older than me, but mentally it was as if she had been around for eras.

We lived in the five-hundred, twenty-fifth year of the fourth era, but Aunya could recite events back before the second era. I climbed down the Mansion and a well-dressed man fled past me. “Help me,” he shrieked as he fled. I looked and a group of Anvil guards charged after him.

I threw down some flash-powder to create smoke, but before I knew it they had me surrounded. The Guard Captain spit in my face and scowled. “You just helped the head of the Thieves’ Guild branch in Anvil escape,” he barked. “You sap-sucker, I’ll make sure you serve at least fifty years.”

Aunya was nowhere to be seen, she was always a non-confrontational type. One of the guards shoved me to the ground and hissed, “Poor sap-sucker, I can’t wait until Countess Alessia lets me enjoy you. Reman Septim holds no power in Anvil.”

He was right; Reman had no power in Anvil. It was lawless. Countess Alessia was a known member of the new Thieves’ Guild. The Thief Wars were occurring day-and-night; the guards were all servants of Alessia who held high rank in the new Thieves’ Guild also known as the Imperium Tong.

I felt a coarse, linen sack thrown over my head and cold, iron shackles shoved onto my wrists. For several minutes, they carried me. Various scents filled my nostrils as we walked, but the cold bit my flesh. After they tore the sack off me, I was in the dungeon. “You stopped the local Old Guild leader,” the Guard-Captain scowled. “You’ll suffer, for that, Sap-Sucker.”

I gulped. He really needed something to make his breath stop smelling like Nix-Hound feces. This man was insane; I could see it in his eyes. The Imperium Tong weren’t like the Old Guild. Aunya was an Old Guild member; she held the rank of Operative. The Guard-Captain exited with a smile.

The person across from me wore sackcloth pants. He thinning, gray hair and was thin. “I’ve been in here for five years, every day they’ll beat you like they have me. I got in here for insulting a ‘guard’ also known as an Imperium Tong Thug,” he coughed. “Listen Bosmer, my life is over. My body is broken, you’re just a girl. I picked the lock on my cell, when the guard comes by; I’m going to cause quite a ruckus. Snatch his keys, open your cell, and run. He’ll kill me, but you can still escape.”

This aging Imperial was going to give his life for mine. His nobility knew no bounds, I merely nodded. I needed to be patient for the plan to fall into place, and if I failed then I’d be as dead as him…

[Zalphon]

Chapter Three: The Imperium Tong Lord
I awoke in a tan, sackcloth skirt with a matching brassiere. I lay on a wooden board, my hands and feet were shackled to metal stakes on the huge piece of wood. A cage was over me and night was a veil.

“You are a fool, little Bosmer,” a raspy-voiced Dunmer hissed. “If the Lord of Cyrodiil allows me, I’ll use your spine as a cane.” I turned my head to look at where the voice was coming from. A tall dark elf in a suit of ebony chain-mail smiled.

“Minx, you won’t escape punishment for this.”

For several hours I was silent after that as the horses pulled my wheeled cage. Finally we reached a manor. The Dunmer unshackled me, but first he put a leash around my neck. “Milord, I bring you a present,” the Dark Elf called.

After several moments, an Argonian female in a skirt, slave-bracers, and a strange, metal collar answered the door. “Come in, Muthsera.” The Dark Elf who captured me slapped the female across the face with the back-side of his hand.

“You don’t speak unless spoken to,” he snarled. “Do I make myself clear?”

She nodded vigorously in fear. As we entered I saw artifacts in display cases, rosewood and velvet chairs. It was beautiful. Down the stairs came a Dunmer with black hair and red eyes. He wore a white shirt with a black jacket over it. Curled black shoes and matching pants. “Lord Korvan, I bring you Minx. She is the reason that the Captain of Leyawiin couldn’t be caught.”

“Why does she have a leash around her neck?” He asked in disgust. “Take that off our guest.”

“But s--,” My captor was interrupted.

“Take it off her,” he ordered. “She is our guest.” Suddenly the guard untied the leash and bowed.

“Minx, I am a Lord of the Imperium Tong, one rank below the Grandmaster of the Tong. You stopped our guards; I will gladly put you on my payroll as a Captain. Equal-rank to the Countess and your captor, the offer is open.”

“S-s-sir, I don’t think I’d like to join,” I replied. “You people want to destroy the Old Guild, correct? I have a friend, Aunya who is in the guild.”

“Sleep on it, Minx. If you join, we can get you up to the title of Countess of Bravil to replace Countess Alessia. We have strong power in the Empire. I hold no rank in the Empire, because I control many who do. I could control the entire Imperium Tong, and we control most of the nobles in the Empire,” he smiled. “And we won’t kill Aunya if you join.”

I hugged him. “I’ll consider it, Muthsera. Could I please go to my quarters?” Benevolently, he led me up the stairs and across the hall to my room. It was as big as any house on the Imperial Waterfront.

“Please send up one of the concubines,” I asked.

“We only have female concubines,” he said sadly. “I’m sorry.”

“Send her up.”

“As you wish, Minx,” Korvan said as he walked down the stairs. I looked in the drawers and found a blue-velvet dress. I took off my skirt and brassiere. Soon after that, I slid on the dress.

The door opened and a khajiit stood there. She wore a linen skirt and a matching brassiere. “Madam, you aren’t the usual type of person I service,” the Khajiit curtsied. “What would you like me to do?”

The khajiit’s smooth and slender body was beautiful. I felt an attraction for the furry woman, but told her, “Eat.” On the nightstand was a bowl of shredded nix-hound meat and gooey kwama-egg yolk.

She asked in disbelief, “Are you sure?”

I nodded and with her hands, she shoveled it into her mouth. “What’s your name?” I asked.

“S’traya, Madam,” she said. “What would you like me to do?” As soon as she finished the sentence, I noticed the bowl was empty.

“Sleep, in the bed. It’s big enough for the both of us,” I glanced at the giant bed.

“Yes, Madam.” She lay on the bed and pulled the covers on her and faced the wall. I pulled off the dress and put on my undergarments and climbed into the bed that was full of pillows and covered with blankets.

I hugged the short khajiit. Her orange fur with black stripes was soft as I cuddled with her. Sleep came quickly and I faded into the land of dreams…