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The Jarl's Punishment For Nexii By Draconicon

Of all the places she could have been brought for her sentencing, Hanna had never thought it would end up being the Blue Palace. The Khajiit doubted that her kind came here often; the guards dragging her along and the servants around the place seemed as shocked by her presence as she was to be there.

Of course, that might have been due to her nudity, as well. Hanna blushed, her tail twitching behind her as she was dragged through the palace with nothing but her fur to cover her. None of the guards seemed to find anything wrong with forcing a woman to go through the palace naked, and nobody spoke up on her behalf. Some even took time to leer at her, and those she glared back at. Prisoner or no, this was not acceptable behavior.

Led barefoot up the palace steps, the Khajiit soon found herself in the throne room of Jarl Elisif. Hanna stood up as proudly as she could, even though she could feel the eyes of more than a few males on her chest, as well as some females. She could smell their intentions even without looking at them. The gathered court, consisting of several of their nobles and a couple of mages, were collected in a half circle around the throne.

Jarl Elisif sat on it, and Hanna looked at the young woman in curiosity. The widow of the former High King showed no sign of weakness; if anything, she was projecting more strength than she probably had, at least in Hanna's opinion. With the civil war still raging, she doubted that the woman had been able to solidify her own claims on the title of Jarl, let alone any of the grander titles.

It was for that reason that she feared for herself. If Jarl Elisif was worried about being seen as weak, then her sentence for thievery probably would be a great deal harsher than normal.

One of her guards stepped forward and bowed.

"Jarl Elisif, the prisoner awaits sentencing."

Hanna glared.

"This one may speak for herself -"

"Silence, prisoner."

Her other guard shook her, and the Khajiit glared at him. However, she didn't push her luck, and followed his orders.

The Jarl looked over her for a few minutes, the silence stretching on as Elisif occasionally adjusted her fur stole. Suddenly, she looked much more intimidating.

Finally, Jarl Elisif held out her hand.

"There is a chest in my chambers, resting against the right wall. Bring it here. I have just the punishment in mind for this prisoner."

"At once, my lady."

One of the guards ran off, while one of the humans - Firebeard, Hanna had heard him called - groaned into his hand.

"My lady, perhaps this punishment is a bit...too extreme."

"What do you mean?"

"You do remember when you brought the Redguard in here for this; she -"

"Embarrassment is part of being Jarl. We must do what we must, for the good of the hold. If that means that I am to be talked about for being a strong ruler, then so be it."

This one is in deep trouble.

Hanna shuddered as she imagined what she would be going through. What plans did the Jarl have for her?

Her mind raced with ideas as the chest was brought into the throne room. Tail whipping about in worry, Hanna could barely fathom the things that a rich Jarl would have for torture and punishment. Would it be some sort of hidden creature? Some enchanted item that would allow her no respite, or some great humiliation, like the Staff of the Everscamp? Doubtless, she would not be allowed to leave here without a lesson of some sort learned.

Yet nothing could have prepared the Khajiit for the sight of the ivory shaft that was pulled from the chest after it was set down. It had to have been carved from a mammoth tusk, yet she had never seen something like this before. It looked...but it couldn't be...

But apparently it was, as the Jarl stood up and took off her robes of office. A harness was pulled up her hips, and soon, Jarl Elisif, widow of the former High King, stood in her throne room with a strap-on. It jutted forward, larger than any Khajiit male, and Hanna realized that her punishment was both better and worse than she could have imagined.

The guards pushed her forward until she was forced to kneel at the Jarl's feet, the strap-on right in her face. Hanna looked past it, her breath coming softly but rapidly.

"This is...not right..."

The Jarl only laughed, swinging her stole forward. The fur brushed against the Khajiit's cheek, and Hanna could only halfway stop her shudder of pleasure. She didn't like it, but it was there, and she had little doubt that the Jarl had seen it.

Elisif sat down again, and the guards pulled Hanna towards the throne. They grabbed her by the thighs and shoulders and physically lifted her off of the ground. Yowling in protest, the feline squirmed back and forth as her pussy was left visible to the entire court. Only the Firebeard turned his head; the others kept watching, many with expressions of eagerness or open lust on their faces.

But it was the Jarl who was most eager, it seemed. The human's face was alight with glee, and the way that she gripped Hanna's hips left the Khajiit more worried than any pair of claws might have done.

"For your theft of goods from the city of Solitude, your desecration of the temple of the Eight Divines, and for resisting arrest, I sentence you to being publically fornicated by myself. And I shall carry out the sentence."

"You are insane!"

"And you, prisoner, want this."

The soft squish of juices as the strap-on was forced into her was some testament that she did, but Hanna shook her head anyway. Yet, as she was pulled down to the base of the thick ivory shaft, she was pressed against the Jarl's fur. It was like the touch of home, so soft and warm and smooth and -

No, I shouldn't want this!

Yet, Hanna felt her own needs growing, her sex starting to get damp as she was forced up and down the strap-on. Her body was burning already, and she could feel that it was only going to get worse. Every time that she was pushed down, her thighs and her chest were pushed into the furs that adorned the Jarl, and her love of them broke past the embarrassment of being used like this in public.

She was suddenly turned around, forced to face away from the Jarl as the strap-on was forced in up to the base. Hanna gasped as her legs were forced out wide, letting everyone watch as she was stretched open again and again. The wizards chuckled to each other, while several female servants were covertly touching themselves.

The Jarl leaned in, whispering to her.

"We both know that you love this more than you want to admit. You're getting off lightly, and you know it."

"This one...doesn't know what you mean!"

"I can hear how wet you are, and I know you can smell it. The men and women here can see it, but we both know they won't consider you being rewarded here. It's better than the dungeons, isn't it?"

Hanna didn't dare answer, even if she did want to agree. The dungeons would be dangerous enough in a single cell. If she was tossed in with other criminals - and considering that this was the capital, that would be with some hardened folk - she doubted that she would come out of it any better than she was here. Probably a great deal worse.

So she kept herself quiet as she was bounced up and down, the guards helping the Jarl as she was fucked on the strap-on. Her tail wrapped around her waist, keeping it out of the way, and keeping it from betraying her emotions.

Because she was enjoying it. Not in any way that she would normally have wanted, not in a way that she would have chosen, but in a primal, physical way that there was no escape from. The guards didn't have to work as hard as she was forced down to the shaft more by the natural pull of the earth than anything else, due to how much she was oozing from her sex. She panted, gasped for breath, even as she dug her fangs into her lips.

Even that did nothing to stop her arousal from showing, particularly as she was held back against the Jarl's chest and ground against. The furs spilled over her chest, some of it even getting down to her breasts and teasing her through her own fur. The strokes, the touches; it was driving her to the brink of insanity.

Up and down, up and down she went, each time feeling herself spread open. Her toes curled unwillingly as she felt her pleasure rising, and the Khajiit turned her head to the side in shame as she felt it about to explode out of her.

"Look upon my people. Show them your shame!"

A guard walked over, turning her head to the court. Hanna could do nothing but look as she was forced up and down, and her cheeks burned as she was forced over the edge. She yowled in forced pleasure, her body shaking as she squirted a small splash of juices down onto the floor of the throne room. She was pressed down hard against the strap-on, forced to the base where she was held open by its vast girth.

The Jarl chuckled at her, petting her like she was some sort of feral cat. Hanna shuddered at it, even as her body continued to quake in the aftermath of her orgasm. Jarl Elisif reached down and pulled her off of the strap-on, and the guards pushed her down to the floor.

"Bear witness, here and now, to the humiliation and punishment of this prisoner. She has served her time, and she has been punished according to my judgment as to the severity of her crimes. From here on, she is free and clear."

The court chuckled, though a number of them - namely the Firebeard, Hanna thought - seemed to believe that this was a farce. She agreed, though not for the reasons that they probably thought.

"Bring forth the prisoner's belongings."

A chest was brought out of nowhere by the guards, and Hanna slowly pulled herself over to it. She was unsurprised to find some of her money missing, but her clothing and the little dagger she'd been carrying for the last couple of weeks was still there. She gathered them all into a bundle, and then stood up.

Doing her best to ignore her own nudity and the liquid running down her leg, Hanna bowed to the Jarl.

"This one...thanks you for her freedom."

"You are welcome. Take it, and be well."

I'll be a lot better away from here; crazy humans.

The End