The Gweden report, A story of the story of the stories. Options

[mALX]

"If you'd told me you were still going to be naked, I'd have kept the customers in the bar. Now they're asking if if it will be a regular show!"

Bwaahaa!

Either the way you have written it or the in game version sounds fun, Bravo on another Awesome addition to your mods! Loved this chapter and questline!

Also on that poster, I am so excited the Player can actually paint or deface it! What an Awesome idea! I downloaded it, will def be trying it out!

[Acadian]

"That's what Uzgash meant about fighting fire with fire. If we can get Medora believing in witchcraft as the source of her problem, then she'll believe it's the cure as well." - - I like this logic!

And witchcraft to the rescue! With some naked fingerpainting thrown in for fun!


Nit: "All in all, they were a fairly harmless bunch of excentrics.” - - Eccentrics?

[ghastley]

Nit: "All in all, they were a fairly harmless bunch of excentrics.” - - Eccentrics?

Nice catch, but how did you miss "particpants" right next to it?

[mALX]

I missed them both, what does that say? Lol.

[Grits]

"That ceremony thing was all a load of hooey, wasn't it?" Medora accused.

Good thing Clark made it hard for her to stay angry. The naked ritual sounds fun, but so does Kud-Ei’s spell version.

[ghastley]

@mALX: Because of the SI ingredient, this is part of the mod you won't get to play. So make the most of the poster instead.

@Acadian: You can't argue with logic that gets the right answer.

@Grits: Good thing Clark made it hard for her - I don't know what you mean!

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I put the telegraphic conversation in this episode in italics, for lack of a better way to indicate that it's different. Any other ideas?

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New Sheoth Brothel

A letter arrived for Clark, bearing the seal of the Count of Kvatch. Nelrene had returned from her vacation in the Shivering Isles and he'd talked with her during his last visit to Gweden. She'd told him of a brothel that had opened in New Sheoth, but something wasn't right about it. Nelrene couldn't explain what it was, so could Clark investigate, please?

Clark was a bit reluctant to do that. His one and only visit to the Isles had seen him beaten on by Flesh Atronachs, and he didn't relish a repeat of that. He'd also had Nelrene with him, and she wouldn't be available this time.

"The Count's the Madgod, isn't he?" Taminwe reminded him. "Ask him if he couldn't arrange an escort for you. The Saints and Seducers are his to command."

An exchange over the flash telegraph soon reached a reasonable compromise. The Count/Madgod would teach him the spells to summon Saints and Seducers, so he'd have a protector when he needed one.

"They won't be quite the companion that Nelrene was, but Syl will make up for that, if you give her a good spanking."

Clark would also be given a map of the Isles, where the safe roads were marked. He'd be passing Zealot or Heretic camps where he might find some trouble, but that's what the spells were for.

"What about the Gatekeeper?" Clark inquired. "Last time, Nelrene took me past, and he ignored me. Won't he stop me if I'm alone?"

"Yes, you might have to summon an escort to leave the fringe. But if he's seen you enter before, you'll probably have no problem. Relmyna and Nanette pass through the gates regularly; he's not stopping everyone."

Clark was running out of excuses. He agreed to meet the Champion in Kvatch later in the week, so he could learn those spells.

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Gaius Prentus rowed him out to the Island where the Strange Door stood. He was amazed to see him making a second trip.

"I hadn't seen anyone come back out of that door sane before the Champion did it. You're only the second one, and you weren't in there very long. Do you think you can keep your sanity going back another time?"

"The Champion's the Madgod now, which means he runs the place. It's slowly becoming a bit more normal now he's in charge," Clark replied. "And he seems to think it won't hurt me, so I hope he's right. Besides, he suspects that most of the ones who went in were crazy before they did that. Sheogorath has a Shrine just north of Leyawiin where most of them go before they make the trip. Nelrene told me that everyone there was nuts, too," he continued.

"Nelrene? Was she the big dark woman with the purple hair and that gorgeous pair of ... She was the one that was with you when you visited last, right? Of course, she wasn't walking around topless that time, like she was when the Champion brought her back with him."

"If you looked at her face instead, you might know her again," Clark laughed. "But didn't you get to see her when she returned?"

"Must have been someone else on duty then, lucky fetcher."

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Clark made it to New Sheoth without having to use a summon spell once. He'd chosen the route through Mania, as he'd seen more of the Dementia side in his last visit, and the countryside looked so bright and cheerful on a sunny day. A Golden Saint patrol had dealt with the Grummites that were waiting in ambush half-way. They'd overtaken him, and engaged the creatures, before he even knew they were there. He'd tried to thank them, but they did little more than acknowledge his presence before continuing their patrol, at a pace he couldn't match without tiring.

Another Aureal was standing guard at the Gates of New Sheoth. He inquired about the brothel, but was brusquely advised to ask one of the citizens of Bliss instead. Why would an Aureal know about places like that?

Amiable Fanriene knew about it, but "I've never been there myself. It's indoors, you know. With walls that might fall down. I can't risk that. And worse, it's underground. I might be buried alive!"

He was able to give Clark directions, however. The entrance was around the corner, just outside the city walls. Clark decided to ask a few other citizens about it before trusting directions from someone who was obviously a bit odd.

The bookshop was a likely place to get good advice. Reading books was always good for your education, and booksellers often knew more than anyone else in a town. This one was a bit more than he expected, however.

"Hmmm... how do you do? I'd say, very well from the look of things. I'm Sontaire, spend one night with me and I'll remind you why they say love hurts."

It didn't seem right to ask about the brothel after that greeting, and he wasn't inclined to accept the offer, either. He browsed the few books she had on the shelves, and found one about the Saints and Seducers that looked like it might be useful. He paid, and ducked back out of the store.

The beggar he bumped into as he left, Fimmion, asked for a sweetroll, rather than gold, and Clark was happy to provide one. Then he had to refuse the pants that Fimmion wanted to give him in return. "Put them back on. I already have some."

Fimmion thought he was very strange, not wanting anything in exchange for the sweetroll. So Clark asked for directions, instead. Fimmion repeated Amiable's directions to the brothel.

He went through the passage into Crucible, intending to ask there, but the first person he met, Bolwing, was totally incomprehensible. He gave up that idea, and went back through Bliss. He'd just have to hope the directions he'd already been given were right.

The entrance to the brothel was a manhole just a few yards from where the Aureal was guarding the city gate. The same one who knew nothing about it, when he'd asked her. She watched him open it, and descend the ladder.

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The ladder took him to a corridor, where two signs pointed in opposite directions. One directed him to "Dyssa's Den of Debauchery" and the other pointed to "Pasha's Palace of Perversion". It appeared that, like most of the Shivering Isles, there was a Dementia side and a Mania side to the brothel.

Pasha was a Khajiit. A remarkably normal one, except for being completely nude. And that wasn't too unusual in a brothel. He didn't think Prizna was too strange for never wearing clothes, and Pasha was at least wearing all her fur. But perhaps she was too normal. She'd be happy to have sex with him, in a couple of weeks' time, when she thought she'd be ready for it. "The moons aren't the same here, so I'm not exactly certain when it will be. Must be soon though, I'm sure."

Clark remembered what Shulassa had told him about her grandmother. Her grandfather had needed a leather cuirass to prevent her clawing his back to ribbons. Something told him Pasha would need the same kind of precautions, if she was ever in the right mood.

Equally naked was a large golden woman, with bulging biceps and cropped hair. Her chest was large, but it was all muscle. Arneh the Aureal was prepared to take his money in return for letting him serve her sexual needs, but if she wasn't satisfied with his performance, he might not have all the equipment he arrived with. She gave him a demonstrative squeeze that removed any doubts he might have had.

The only other woman present barely deserved the term. Where Pasha had found a goblin, Clark had no idea. He didn't understand why, either. She looked even more repellant naked than the clothed ones he'd met in Tamriel.

"Let me know about the moons," Clark told Pasha as he left.

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I've collected al the pieces of this and strung them together here for anyone who wants to read the story without any commentary. It will also allow me to embed illustrative screenshots that might not be acceptable here, although there's none at present.

There's a link to the Bear Riders series on the index page, too, and there will be more links added between episodes as I work on it further.

This post has been edited by ghastley: Jun 25 2013, 01:22 AM

[mALX]

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Italics works perfectly for me.

I saw plenty to quote before this, but this one just HAS to be quoted:

"Nelrene? Was she the big dark woman with the purple hair and that gorgeous pair of ... She was the one that was with you when you visited last, right? Of course, she wasn't walking around topless that time, like she was when the Champion brought her back with him."

SPEW! This whole conversation with Gaius had me rolling, but this line in particular nearly cost me a monitor!

"Hmmm... how do you do? I'd say, very well from the look of things. I'm Sontaire, spend one night with me and I'll remind you why they say love hurts."

SPEW! Your hurting me here, ROFL !!! I'm nearly choking myself to keep from waking the house, ROFL !!

Poor Clark, and he is turning down a lay! *mALX goes into shock*

Then he had to refuse the pants that Fimmion wanted to give him in return. "Put them back on. I already have some."

*mALX choked to death in front of her PC*

This chapter is definitely going up among my top favorites, LOVED it !!! Awesome Write !!!

** I love your site, the set-up and pages are gorgeous! What a great idea to consolidate them that way!


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[ghastley]

@mALX: Since you don't have SI, you wouldn't know that Sontaire's line is directly quoted from that. And Fimmion does provide the player the pants he's wearing in exchange for a sweetroll, in the quest "The Gathering Storm". So I can't claim responsibility for those two. I'll just have to be contented with the other two, and those are both Nelrene's.

[mALX]

@mALX: Since you don't have SI, you wouldn't know that Sontaire's line is directly quoted from that. And Fimmion does provide the player the pants he's wearing in exchange for a sweetroll, in the quest "The Gathering Storm". So I can't claim responsibility for those two. I'll just have to be contented with the other two, and those are both Nelrene's.

I didn't know that, lol. It still goes into my top favorites due to Clark - he was a mite out of sorts on this trip, not his usual diplomatic self - I loved it!

[Acadian]

The Shivering brothel! How clever to craft it with both Manic and Demented sides. Hmm, seems like a management problem so far. Something Clark should be able to recommend some improvements for. Having a goblin lass on the staff is certainly a creative twist! Looking forward to seeing the Demented side. Perhaps it will be faring better; after all Mazken probably suit the role better than their Golden counterparts.

[ghastley]

@mALX: Sontaire's an interesting elf. She has shackles hanging from the wall by her bed. I think the Mazken in this episode may have learned from her.

@Acadian: The Mazken may not be Arneh, but they'll have their issues.

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Previously Clark has gone to the Shivering Isles to investigate a brothel in New Sheoth. So far, he's found the Mania side to be somewhat disfunctional.

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New Sheoth Brothel - Demented

Along the corridor were side-passages that led to bedrooms. All were unoccupied, and the corridor was silent. At the other end were the roots of a large tree, and a door membrane that led to Dyssa's.

A dark tunnel led down to a muddy pit, where a number of Mazken were wandering around chatting to each other, and looking bored. They were wearing only helmets and boots, and Clark was pleased to note that their bodies were normally proportioned, unlike the Aureal he'd just left at the other end of the place.

They ignored him, and when he tried to start a conversation, pointed him to Dyssa, who was standing up on a dias at the other side of the pit, at the foot of a comfortable-looking bed. Dyssa was a Bosmer, but not the usual slender thing he was used to. She had breasts that were almost the equal of Silanu's.

They were just as unnatural, too. During their childhood, her sister, Syl, had spent all her allowance on weapon training, but Dyssa had had a mage cast an alteration spell on her breasts. She wanted to be loved, not feared, and she was sure that everyone liked big breasts. Everyone who mattered, anyway.

"Aren't they a bit heavy?" he asked, remembering what Silanu had told him about the feather effect cast on hers.

"Very," Dyssa agreed. "I need to lie down a lot, but that's a good thing, isn't it?"

"Would you like to lie down now?"

"Yes, please, and I hope you'll join me."

Dyssa lay on the bed and the Mazken all turned and ran to the platform. Clark was forcibly prevented from getting any closer to Dyssa. "Syl doesn't allow that," he was told.

Clark turned to Dyssa, who nodded. "Syl never wanted her little sister harmed in any way. And she was always convinced that men didn't have any good intentions where I was concerned. So she instructed the Mazken to stop anything before it started."

"She was the older one, the stronger one, so she could handle men, she said. Not that she trusted them, either. And look where it got her. Dead. Now she's not around to rescind her orders."

"The Mazken will deal with your lusts, and Dyssa can watch," declared the first of the Dark Seducers. Her helmet was a little different from the others', presumably an indication of rank. "When the late Duchess was alive, she would do so herself, but now the duty falls to us."

Clark was always happy to let Nelrene take the lead when she wanted to, but that was because she wanted to. This woman was just acting out of loyalty to a dead Duchess, with no emotional involvement of her own. He wasn't going to enjoy this.

She did seem to be aroused by the situation, and there was no denying her skill in getting the reaction she wanted from him. Yes, she wanted something. She wasn't just following those orders, there was something more happening here. But as Clark relaxed a little, he felt her interest waning. Was it his discomfort that she wanted?

That wasn't going to work. If she could only enjoy this if he didn't, and he responded to her pleasure, things were going to be very strange. He tried to put himself into the mindset of a male Mazken, doing his duty to his female superior. That was what he assumed she was used to.

But he couldn't even manage disinterest properly. He needed to try something else.

Clark raised his arm and cast a summoning spell. A Dark Seducer appeared from a cloud of smoke just a couple of feet away.

"Autkendo, where is the rest of your uniform? And why is my Lord up to his hilt inside you?"

"Your Lord, Kiskengo? You were summoned? But only a Duke can do that! Has the Madgod given us a new Duke of Dementia?"

"I do not know, sister. I do not question the Madgod's will."

The Autkendo's confusion was evident on her face. The rules had just changed completely in the middle of the game. And caught her in an interesting position. The man that was standing here with her leg wrapped around him, might be the new Duke! And he wasn't pulling out; his hands gripped her hips and held her in place. "What should I do, my Lord?" she asked plaintively.

"You appeared to know a moment ago. Ask yourself if anything has changed, other than your own understanding, and continue with the course of action you think appropriate."

"But that is my problem, Lord. Is Syl's order rescinded, or not? It seems you have the authority to do so, but you have not spoken."

"Take a moment or two to think it through for yourself. Meanwhile, I believe you liked it when I did this before."

"What of me, my Lord? You summoned me, but do you require assistance? The Autkendo appears to be providing adequately for your needs."

"And he is more than doing so for mine," the Autkendo smiled. "My Lord, I understand now. Of course Syl's order no longer stands. You would not sustain it against yourself. But I am also permitted to have this pleasure, or you wouldn't be doing everything that I enjoy."

Clark turned his head to the lower-ranking Kiskengo. "I called you only to show the Autkendo that I could," he explained. "So you have already provided all the assistance that I needed by answering the call. Except for one thing ... do you have names, or do I have to keep calling you Autkendo and Kiskengo? It doesn't seem appropriate for contact this personal. I think you should introduce me to my partner."

"The Autkendo is Afri, and I am Nila," she replied. "Since you asked for mine, does that mean you want me to stay? And should I take off my uniform too?"

"Again, think that through for yourself. Where will you return to when the spell expires? Will your colleagues be expecting you back without your uniform? Do you have enough time for what you hope will happen next?"

"Enough time to be very annoyed when there isn't enough." Nila understood. "But now you know my name, you can ask for me at Pinnacle Rock. If I'm not summoned, I don't have to go back until you send me."

"In the time you do have left, can you tell Dyssa that I've not forgotten her. I just have to finish my current business with Afri first."

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Afri seemed happy to please him now, a distinct change from their earlier situation. Was that just a switch of allegiance, or was there more?

"Syl had told us that the objective was to drain the men, and leave them with no desire to do anything further with Dyssa. She clearly had no sympathy for them, and although she took pleasure from the activity, it was of no concern to her how the men felt. Since her death, we have faithfully acted the same way."

"So with the other men that came here, did you enjoy the sex because Syl told you to do so, or was it good for you anyway?"

"It wasn't always good, and most of the time I didn't like doing it. But I got whatever pleasure I could. Syl would not have cared. She was not like you, my Lord."

Clark knew that Afri could do this much longer than he could, Nelrene had taught him that much. And he had Dyssa to deal with. At an appropriate moment he disengaged himself, and turned back to the dias.

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Apparently the other Mazken had now decided that Dyssa should be "prepared" for his attentions. They'd taken off her robe, and folded it carefully on a pedestal near the bed. One Dark Seducer knelt at each side of her, and coaxed her nipples to attention, while the third was busy between her legs. As he approached, the Mazken all stood up.

"Why did you stop?" Dyssa asked. "Oh! the Autkendo must have finished with him. Did he leave already?"

"No, I'm still here," Clark replied, seating himself on the bed beside her. "Do they always do that for you?"

"They never have before, or I wouldn't have minded them taking the men away. Why is it different this time?"

"Because none of the others were of high enough rank," the nearest Seducer responded. "Syl's orders stood until they could be overturned by someone with sufficient authority." She turned to him. "My Lord, how should we address you? Are you the new Duke of Dementia, as the Autkendo surmised?"

"No, I am the Earl of Gweden, in Tamriel. But I act on the authority of the Madgod. He is currently busy outside the Isles, and sent me here on his behalf to set this matter right. The new Duke or Duchess will be selected when the right candidate appears, and it is his will to appoint one."

"Of course, your Grace." The Mazken had obviously decided that "Madgod's Emissary" was equivalent to Duke, even if he hadn't put it that way.

The Mazken filed down the steps, leaving him to continue where they'd left off.

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"I wish my breasts weren't so big," Dyssa complained. "They got in the way in some of those positions, and the weight makes my back ache. I know they were my idea in the first place, but a woman can change her mind, can't she?"

"Which is it you want changed, your mind or your breasts?"

"Both, I guess. The mind I have seems to make bad choices."

"Making good decisions comes from experience. And experience comes from making bad decisions." It was trite, but it was true.

"Syl's bad decisions just got her killed. Sheogorath decided it was time to replace her, so the man who is now the Madgod took her place. And since the Ritual of Succession requires the departing Duchess to die, she did."

"But the people in town were talking about Syl as if she was still alive." Clark was confused.

"That's not my sister. Well, the body's hers, but the heart's not, and she's got a different personality since they rebuilt her."

Clark was still confused, but he did understand that the current Syl was some kind of replacement, and she wasn't the Duchess. "What did the Madgod mean, when he said that I should give her a good spanking?"

"Oh, does she like that, too?" Her sister had enjoyed the attention to her bare buttocks when she was young, but she'd grown out of it quickly. Dyssa had inherited the men that liked to do that, and Syl hadn't interfered with her fun until they'd switched their attention to her growing bosom. So she had a few fond memories of being spanked.

"From what I hear, the new Syl's getting over that obsession, though. She still likes it, but she's found other things to like as well. The Mazken tell me that the new Madgod's ideas are a bit different from the old one's. He's encouraged her to act a bit more normally, something his predecessor would never have done!"

"That reminds me," Clark interrupted. "We still have to decide what to do with your 'bodyguards'. They need new duties, now they don't have keep the men away from you. But first I want to know how you came to this place. What's a woman who's got four Mazken stopping her from getting any sex doing in a brothel?"

"That's five Mazken, actually, There's another one down at the pool. My idea was that if enough men visited, then they'd all be too busy, and I'd get my chance. But when it got close to working, the Autkendo just called for reinforcements. There were only two of them with me when I arrived, the others have joined since."

"And the reinforcements just stayed?"

"I gather they like this assignment. And all the other women who were here before me left, because the Mazken were getting all the action, and not taking any gold for it."

"I don't see any men either."

"They don't come here as much as they did before. The Mazken are meticulous in carrying out orders, and Syl's didn't include the men having any fun. They should probably have paid the men for their efforts! But I hope they'll come back, now things have changed."

"Hmmm.... Autkendo Afri! I need you."

"I live to serve, your Grace."

"I believe what the Madgod would like to see happen here is the re-establishment of a proper brothel. You will take direction from your madam, Dyssa, and she will instruct you in your new duties. She will entertain such clients as she wishes, and the others will be your responsibility. Primarily, that will be to leave the men satisfied, and eager to return. Your own pleasure will be secondary, but is encouraged."

"This is the Shivering Isles," Dyssa reminded him. "Some of the men who came here before had strange tastes."

"My sisters and I are immortal, and have seen everything," Afri replied. "And there is little that at least one of us doesn't enjoy."

"Then it will important for you to know what Dyssa does and does not like doing. She won't want you 'rescuing' her when she's screaming with pleasure, but she'll need you to intervene before anyone actually hurts her, physically or emotionally."

"I understand, your Grace."

"And did someone mention a pool? Is that the kind that one can lay back in and relax? This has been a tiring day for me."

"Yes, your Grace, if you'll just follow me, I'll show you."

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The events in this tale deviate a bit from the way it plays out in the mod as seen here - mainly because the Mazken aren't actually as accommodating in the game. But then, the player character can be female, so it's just as well.

This post has been edited by ghastley: Jul 1 2013, 05:37 PM

[mALX]

Dyssa had had a mage cast an alteration spell on her breasts. She wanted to be loved, not feared, and she was sure that everyone liked big breasts.

This line had me rolling, but then I saw Clark’s observation in the next line:

"Aren't they a bit heavy?" he asked

SPEW! ROFL! You got my monitor good on that one! I am really loving Clark’s trip to the SI !!!

Poor Clark, nothing in the Isles is going to be easy for him!

"And the reinforcements just stayed?"

"I gather they like this assignment

ROFL!!! I can see why, lol.

Clark solves the brothel problems for Shivering Isles, I love it! Awesome Write!

[Acadian]

Clark displays quite the creativity here in getting the Mazken to largely sort out their own problems – with just slight prompting from him. Nicely done.

"Making good decisions comes from experience. And experience comes from making bad decisions." It was trite, but it was true.’ - - I love this saying! Dear Kud-Ei has similarly told Buffy on several occasions, ‘Good judgment comes from experience. And experience comes from bad judgment.’

So, the Gweden Empire has now officially expanded to the Shivering Isles!

[ghastley]

@mALX: The heaviness will take some working out. Clark is going to need help with those problems, as we'll see.

@Acadian: Clark may have been a bit too successful with the Mazken, and he still has Dyssa's other two problems to sort out.

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Previously at the New Sheoth Brothel: The Mania side has a Khajiit who doesn't know when she'll be receptive, an Aureal who threatens violence if she's not satisfied, and a goblin. The Dementia side has an artificially-enhanced Bosmer who's not allowed to get any action, with a cadre of Mazken who'll rape anyone who tries.

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New Sheoth Brothel - Further Dementia

The pool was a couple of feet deep, and large enough for three or four people. A small waterfall fed it with water that was just cool enough to be refreshing. Dyssa stepped in and walked across to where the depth was just right for her. When she sat on the bottom, and leaned back against the edge, her breasts floated comfortably. The Mazken pool attendant knelt behind her, and began to massage her neck and shoulders. Dyssa closed her eyes and sighed contentedly.

"Would you like me to do the same for you, your Grace?" asked Afri.

Not having Dyssa's buoyancy needs, Clark just sat on the edge of the pool and dangled his legs in the water. Afri knelt behind him and went to work.

Her practised fingers quickly eased the fatigue from his back muscles. Soon Clark found his head nestling between the two soft pillows of Afri's chest, and her hands were busy on his. A little later, his head was in her lap, and she was massaging his stomach. Then she eased his head down to the ground between her thighs and reached forward for her prize, while presenting him his own.

"Gods, Afri! You're insatiable!"

Afri lifted her head a moment to reply. "Of course, your Grace, all Mazken are. And we are tireless in our devotion." She giggled as she resumed her ministrations.

She tried to delay receiving her reward as long as she could, using all the tricks she knew. It was clear to her that Clark would not be able to do this more than once before he needed some serious rest.

Eventually, it was over, and she rolled off him, contented.

"Shall I carry you up to the bed, or will you sleep here, your Grace?" she asked. Clark looked across the pool and couldn't see Dyssa there. He assumed that the bed would be occupied.

"Then I shall make you comfortable here," she told him. That meant that she would be his pillow and she'd be there ready for more when he woke in a few hours.

But Clark wasn't ready to sleep right away. He needed to talk to her first.

"The Seducers in other realms use their charms to lure their victims to their deaths," he said. "Why do you think Sheogorath's Dark Seducers are different? He despises 'order' but he employs you to guard the realm and keep the peace. What makes you the perfect creatures for that?"

"It is the Madgod's will. It is not for us to question."

"Then let me explain what I understand, and you can examine how it fits the facts you know. The Madgod's power comes from the madness of his people, and madness comes from trying to reconcile the incompatible. Sheogorath's realm runs by Sheogorath's rules, and they must be obeyed; but they are also inconsistent, and thus cannot be followed without breaking them."

"That makes some kind of sense, but how do the Mazken fit in?"

"You are intended to both tempt the people to transgression, and to deny the fulfillment of that temptation. The Aureals, too, in a slightly different way. You are at the same time desirable, and forbidden."

"But you said I was no longer forbidden," Afri protested.

"Quite, and the Madgod wouldn't want you to become any less desirable, so that poses a problem in reshaping your duties. But I think it's possible. Anyone who has enjoyed your services will want more, won't they?"

"I would hope so, your Grace."

"Then you'll need to set limits, that are generous enough not to disappoint them, but are short of their ultimate hopes. Leave them wanting, but not dissatisfied. Do you think you can do that?"

"I am uncertain. It is not fully clear what you are asking me to do."

"Just a few minutes ago, you were trying to slow me down, to prolong our pleasure. Denying me and encouraging me at the same time. That's the kind of contradiction that you need to bring to your work all the time. You need to tease, and withold before giving. You've shown me you can do that, when you want to. Now apply that principle all the time."

"Are all the Mazken to do this?" Afri asked.

"Only the ones who work here for Dyssa," he replied. "The others should continue their guard duties as before. And remember that the men need to pay the brothel for everything. No free samples! And before I forget, Dyssa will decide who goes with whom. She'll need your advice if they ask for anything unusual, but the decision is hers."

"No, your Grace, I meant the five of us here. Are we all needed for this work?"

"Hmmm... perhaps someone of your rank is more than it requires, and five might well be too many. You have a good point."

Afri hadn't considered that she might be the first to go. She looked quite alarmed until he continued. "But we won't know what kind of numbers this place will see, until the word gets out about the changes we've made. Let's continue with the present setup for a while, and review it in a month or so."

Clark leaned back against Afri and fell asleep, leaving her to ponder how to make sure there was enough business for a Bosmer and at least five Mazken.

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In the morning, Clark walked back up the tunnel to the main pit chamber to see Dyssa. One of the Mazken was rubbing her back, where it always seemed to ache. "No, carry on doing that," he told her. "I only want to talk with Dyssa at the moment."

"Still regretting the weight of those?" he asked. "I'm sure another spell could reverse things, and shrink them back to regular size."

"Well yes, they're a problem," Dyssa admitted. "But won't I still need something special to offer if I'm to make the brothel a success? The Mazken are all bigger than I am in every other respect, too. Who'd want a little Bosmer when they can have them?"

"All the men who'd be intimidated by a woman who's bigger than they are. And all the men who prefer the one that doesn't remind them of a guard."

"I just don't want to make another bad decision," she told him. "Please, help me choose."

"When the Madgod needs to make an important deliberation, he consults with Dyus and Haskill. I'm not sure if your breasts are important enough to justify getting their opinion, but I'll just have to ask them that question first."

---

Haskill was intrigued to discover that the Madgod had taken an interest in the brothel. "If he thinks it has significance, then maybe we should concern ourselves with the details. I have learned not to dismiss his intuitions."

Dyus concurred. "While it may seem an inconsequential matter, my calculations show a continuing influence into the future. All choices alter what follows, and Dyssa's is no exception."

"We should go and take a look at the problem," Haskill decided. "And take some time to discuss it with Dyssa herself."

"A good course of action," Dyus agreed.

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[Acadian]

Clark is getting to be quite a good brothel troubleshooter! I guess all of his hard field work is standing him well in that regard as he makes what seem to be some excellent suggestions.

Haskill the boob consultant! I love it!!!

Couple small nits:
- ’A liitle later, his head was in her lap, and she was massaging his stomach.’
- "Hmmm... perhaps someone of your rank is more than than it requires, and five might well be too many.”

[mALX]

"When the Madgod needs to make an important deliberation, he consults with Dyus and Haskill. I'm not sure if your breasts are important enough to justify getting their opinion,

Clark instructing them on teasing and not giving out freebies had my rolling, but this above ruined my monitor, ROFL !!

Great update, I am really loving Clark's brothel-saving trip to the SI! Awesome Write!

[ghastley]

@Acadian: Haskill has a lot more to contribute than just his opinion. This episode will let him show Dyssa his l337 skillz.

@mALX: Haskill and Dyus thought they were at least worth investigating, and they do prove to be a task that requires their particular skills.

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Previously: Clark has gone to Haskill and Dyus for advice on Dyssa's problems.

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New Sheoth - Better Bespoke Boobies

Clark had been asked to collect some more alchemical ingredients for Miranu and Medora while he was in the Shivering Isles. "No void essence this time," Taminwe had reassured him, "just the things you can get from plants. But if the shops have any hunger tongues, or hounds' teeth, you could pick up some of those, as well. Grummite eggs are another item you might find." He could spend the rest of the day shopping in Bliss and Crucible, and then look around the city walls for more. That would give Dyssa enough time to come to a decision.

When Clark returned to Dyssa's Den of Debauchery, he was delighted to see that she'd already had the reduction. "Tell me all about it."

"Well, I know you said that you'd consult with Haskill and Dyus, but I didn't expect them both to come down here in person! I was wearing my usual robe, you know the one that shows everything? So they could see my problems quite clearly."

Clark nodded. Dyssa was not exactly subtle with her display. But what she'd been displaying weren't subtle either.

"Sit down on the bed, this is likely to be a lengthy story," she told him.

Dyus had been the first to approach her. Haskill had gone to the Autkendo and arranged for the all the Mazken to go down the pool, out of the way. "Fascinating," Dyus had said. "You actually chose this size, did you?"

She'd admitted that her instructions to the mage hadn't been very precise. She'd just asked him to make them bigger, and this was the result. He'd clearly thought that a significant increase was called for, not just an incremental change.

Dyus had examined them closely, lifting them to judge the weight , and squeezing gently to get an idea of the firmness, and texture. He'd made notes in a small book as he did so.

Haskill had joined him, and repeated much of the same survey, except that he didn't write anything down. "They do exhibit a proper symmetry," he'd remarked to Dyus, holding one up in each hand. "At least we don't have any corrections to make in that respect."

She'd reached the conclusion at that point that they were actually proposing to perform the work themselves. She'd asked about that.

Dyus was a Master of Alteration. He'd been able to craft the new Staff of Sheogorath from the branch of the Tree of Shades and Ciirta's eye, so changing the size of her breasts was trivial by comparison. But Haskill had come with him in his capacity as a Master of Conjuration. There was another aspect of the situation that would call for his expertise, also.

"You perceived a need for larger breasts," Dyus told her, "and my calculations indicate that there was some truth in your assessment. They are a phenomenon that has appeal in their uniqueness."

She'd told him that Clark had mentioned Silanu to her, so she knew they weren't all that unique. Nevertheless, Dyus insisted, he was talking about the Shivering Isles in particular. His projections did not suggest any others of similar proportions in this realm.

"We have to consider her continuing well-being," Haskill reminded his colleague. "She appears reluctant to use any kind of support that might conceal them, and they are an issue of some gravity."

"Quite, and we must make sure that her enjoyment of life is in no way diminished by what we do. Perhaps we should spend some time calibrating her responses?"

She hadn't understood what they were talking about. Apparently some kind of measurement was needed, as they produced several sets of calipers, and a measuring tape.

"I hope you won't find any of this unpleasant," Haskill told her, leaving her a little apprehensive.

It turned out to be quite the opposite. She'd never had so much attention to her nipples before. They were squeezed, warmed, chilled, and made to tingle with weak shocks, and each time they were measured to see how they reacted.

"All quite remarkable. We must be certain to retain it all." Dyus pronounced.

"Do your calculations...?" Haskill began.

"They do indicate a high probability of success so far," he replied. "But we haven't completed the analysis yet."

"Ah yes. Miss Dyssa, in order to determine the indirect effects, the next stage will require a more intimate level of contact with other parts of your body. Is that acceptable to you?"

Since she was intending a career as a harlot, she had no reason to object to anything. She just wasn't expecting the two old men to be able to arouse her as much as they did! Or for them to stop and take measurements when she was least expecting it.

"I believe we have enough data to begin," said Dyus, a little out of breath. Haskill just nodded.

Haskill went to her back, reached around and put his hands below her breasts, and lifted them slightly. "Ready," he announced. Dyus stood in front of her, and placed his hands on them. Again, she anticipated discomfort, but the reality was the total opposite.

The three were surrounded by swirling white and yellow clouds of mist. "Hold for another three seconds, please," Haskill's voice said in her ear.

"There, it's done," Dyus told her, and she looked down to see the results.

"I think they did very well," Clark told her. "They really suit you now, and I'm sure they're much lighter than they used to be."

"Wait, I've only told you half the story," Dyssa interrupted. "What came next was a real surprise."

"We should not just trust appearances, should we?" they'd said. All the tests that they'd performed earlier had to be repeated, to make sure all that had changed was the size.

"I'm getting slightly different numbers," Dyus had told Haskill, "but my calculations include a factor for her anticipation this time, as well as residual arousal from the first round. Her responses are within the ranges I was expecting, so far."

"Good, that means we can move on to the subjective evaluations. Miss Dyssa, how does it feel when I do this? As good as it did before? Better?"

Haskill continued, and Dyus took notes, for several more enjoyable minutes.

"Although I have already predicted your answer, Haskill, it would gratify me if you'd give me your opinion of the results from your own perspective," Dyus asked.

"It's a tricky balance between soft and firm, but I think you've achieved it. And I like her new look. The height is right, and they balance with the rest of her."

"Good, then it's time for your part."

She wondered what more could there be to do. She had her new figure, and they'd checked it out every way she could imagine. Plus a few others. She wouldn't mind playing a bit longer, it had all been most pleasurable so far, but what else could they have in mind?

"Miss Dyssa," Haskill began "Dyus has indicated to me that your larger self was something that this realm needs to keep available, so we have arranged to make that possible. Hence the need for my own expertise. I was able to capture the surplus and send it to another place whence it may be summoned. I shall teach you a spell that will allow you to have your old shape back, whenever you feel the need to do so. It is a power that you will only be able to cast once per day, but that will ensure that it does not become tiring for you."

He continued. "If you will cast the spell now, we can proceed with the confirmation of its effects. We have a limited time available for measurements, so most of this will be subjective."

"And then we all went at it like someone had cast frenzy" she exclaimed. "I don't know where they found the energy. But I found out that I can handle having big ones for a short time, and not get the backache like I did before, so it's much better this way. If I want to do anything where they'd get in the way, I can do it before I cast the spell, or after it's worn off."

"So now you have choices to make every day," Clark reminded her. "You can only use it once, and you've got to decide when is the right time."

"But if I get it wrong, I just have to wait for it to wear off. And if I can't decide, I've still got these!"

"Yes, those are rather nice, aren't they?" Clark agreed.

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Back at Pasha's side of the brothel, Arneh and the goblin were missing, and a number of partly-dressed Aureals had taken their places.

"You'll have to ask Pasha, if you want our services," the first one told him. "She handles the business side."
He knew this wasn't Pasha's idea, it made too much sense, so he approached the Golden Saint with the officer's helmet. She wasn't wearing much else, he noticed.

Pelaurig Stanza explained that Arneh had told her about his earlier visit. She'd interrogated Pasha and Dyssa, and got the whole story that way. The infernal Mazken never had original ideas of their own, so she wasn't surprised that this was his in the first place.

She understood that Sheogorath's daedra, both Mazken and Aureal, were here to further his goal of promoting madness. That was why their uniforms were lacking as armor, but showed off their perfect bodies so well. But that was only effective up to a point. The ones that could see, and use their imagination, would be affected. There would be others that needed a taste of the forbidden before they could appreciate it fully.

She probably means that literally, Clark thought.

"Clearly this task needed the best, so I appointed myself." she continued. "With a few select colleagues that I believe fit the requirements."

"They are magnificent," Clark agreed. "But don't you think they might be a bit daunting for the mortals who come here? That's a very high standard for the sort of folks you get in the Shivering Isles."

"Even the Mazken are more than the mortals deserve," Stanza retorted, "but still they keep busy at Dyssa's. I doubt that the mortals even think about it. That is the delicious subtlety of the idea. The mortals will not notice that they are being trained to higher standards, until they discover that they can be satisfied only by us!"

Clark was briefly concerned that she might be right, but he remembered his own experience with Goldie. She'd been Sanguine's strumpet for as long as these Aureals had been guards. He'd thought that he'd never have an experience to match that, until fresh, innocent little Meena had captivated him. No it wasn't the same, but that was the whole point!

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[Acadian]

Doubtless more fun than Dyus and Haskill have had since Jyggalag ate all the cheese and brought some Order to the Isles! Or was that clouds? What a skilled pair or cosmetic surgeons, even tossing in the summonable bonus feature!

On the other side, it seems the Golden Girls have dumped their goblin? I should think there would be some call for that sort of thing in the SI.

Fun, as ever!

[mALX]

This chapter gave the feel (get it? Lol) of a cross between "The Road To Wellville" and "Barberella," and had me rolling laughing the whole way through, ROFL!! Really funny, I don't know how you think this stuff up! Awesome Write!

[Grits]

Summon Big Ones! Have we found an application for the school of Mysticism yet? This chapter had lots of fun magery.