A Different Kind of Penance (CLOSED)

[Armphid]

OOC: This thread is closed for myself and HookerBoots, which I'm sure is a shock to you all. Please feel free to read along and send any feedback or thoughts to us via PM. Note that neither of us owns World of Warcraft, or any of the patents that go with it, all are property of Blizzard Entertainment, Inc. We are now and will never make any money from this writing.

Enjoy! I know we will.

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The battle was raging in the rough, hilly highlands of Arathi Basin. The forces of the noble Alliance and the savage Horde had both moved into the fertile valley at the same time; each side seeking to claim the tract of land rich in vital resources for it's own people. Dozens of adventurers fought on both sides, some for hate, some for love of their home, some for money, some for honor. But other things happened in the heat of battle as well, and there were more ways to lose than in armed struggle.

None of that was on the mind of Heather Maclure. She was in the safest part of the battlefield, the well built stables closest to Trollbane Hall. This area was fully under Alliance control. She and Einar were really here because they were the least experienced and powerful of the Alliance forces, so it made sense to put them furthest back.

Heather was a beautiful young woman, just barely into her twentieth year. She was five and three quarters feet tall, with a lush, curvy build common to human women. Her hair was a sunny golden blond long enough to fall to the middle of her back. It was bound up in a single high ponytail at the moment. Her face was delicate and fair, though a bit haughty. Her eyes were a gleaming blue, innocent and sweet. Her lips were pink and full, perfect for kissing or certain other pursuits. Her breasts were large and high, firm yet soft, seeming to defy gravity. Her hips were rounded and sultry, her ass a firm bubble of pert flesh, and her legs were long and shapely.

She wore robes of a deep purple, trimmed with gold at the hem and the cuffs of the sleeves. Some of her more powerful friends had taken her through the terrifying maze of Razorfen Downs where she'd found them. They hugged her generous figure and left a bare strip down the middle just beneath the high necked collar and down to the belt line. Her creamy skin was flawless and smooth, the cut revealed her taut stomach and midriff as well as a great expanse of her cleavage and the inner sides of her breasts, her decency cared for by a lavender bra that enhanced her already sumptuous tits. She leaned on a red lacquered monk's staff, and a wand with a large, smooth crystal set at the end hung from her belt. Atop her head was a unique chapeau, taken from the head of High Inquisitor Whitemane of the Scarlet Crusade. The hat was her great pride, and she loved how she looked in it.

She glanced over at the dwarf, his body wrapped in heavy plates of green iron armor. His shockingly green eyes peered through the slit in of his helm, and the long, wild fringe of his coal black hair stuck out from beneath it, as did the thick twin braids of his beard. Ugh. Did all dwarf men have to wear beards? She hated beards...they were so...hairy.

He felt her eyes on him and looked over. He nodded, "Too damn quiet fer my liking, lass." The dwarf was looking away to the southeast, where the fighting was happening. He rolled his shoulders, hefting the large, ugly headed mace in his left and the broad bladed axe in his right as if his hands itched to swing them. "Dinnae let yer guard down."

"Oh, Einar," Heather chided. "You just want to fight. The battle is all the way over there, and you know it." How silly of him! But he was a dwarf, maybe he couldn't help it. They were so...well, they just didn't get it. They followed the Light, but they still caroused and drank and even their priests and priestesses lived lives full of sins of the flesh. Of course, many human priests, and even a few of the stoic and noble Draenei did too. But not her! She was keeping herself holy and inviolate. Pure and virginal. Like a preist should!

...The night elves didn't count as priests, since they were heathens, so the fact that it was part of their religion didn't matter.

The dwarf shook his head, "Lass, yer a fine girl, but dinnae underestimate th' enemy."

Heather rolled her eyes. "The Horde? Come on, Einar. They're just a bunch of dumb savages. Those filthy brutes could never come this far." The priestess reached out to pat the top of the dwarf's helmet, "They're far too clumsy to get this far unnoticed, and there's no way they could ever conquer those who have the Light on their side. The pure shall remain untouched by the wicked."

The dwarf just grunted, biting his tongue to avoid snapping at her. Patting his head? If she didn't look as good as she did...

Heather jumped, squeaking in surprise as the hearthstone in one of the magic bags on her belt hummed to life. Einar was looking at a pouch on his belt too. A moment later, the voice of the force's commander rang out to the two of them. "The defenders at the mine are pinned down. Any available troops, move in and take the attackers from behind immediately."

Einar slapped his weapons together, "Finally!" He looked back at Heather, "I'm better at breaking up an attack than ye, girl. Stay here an' mind wha' i said! Dinnae let yer guard down!" Without waiting for a response, the dwarf charged off with startling speed.

"Einar, wait!" Heather held out a hand, but there was no stopping the warrior. "Ohhh, just like a dwarf! No sense of responsibility! Humph!" She crossed her arms under her breasts, kicking a stone. She didn't like him company that much, but...he still didn't have to leave her alone!

 

[HookerBoots]

Name: Garra Skullsplitter
Race: Orc
Class: Rogue
Appearance: http://lu.scio.us/hentai/albums/world-of-warcraft-collection/2877673
(She's the green one )

IC:
It was pretty much a miracle. There was no reason besides the intervention of some higher power for her to have made it this far towards the Alliance stronghold. Garra knew she was good, but she wasn't that good. There were Alliance bastards here stronger than she was, and they could have seen her no matter how well she tried to hide. It was nothing short of amazing that she hadn't run into one of them on her way.

But here she was, by the stables, creeping low along the ground. It was simple enough to avoid the gazes of the guards - a dwarf who seemed pretty on the ball, and a human who . . . well, she clearly hadn't been in a battle before. The orc's face darkened when the silly bitch called the Horde 'dumb savages' and 'filthy brutes'. The girl had a nice little body, but was clearly doing just what the dwarf warned her against - underestimating them.

Sitting back on her heels, Garra studied them. The dwarf would be the tougher to take care of. Anyone that small wearing that much plate armor that easily wouldn't be easy to take down. But the blonde bitch could heal. It'd be easier if she had a partner to work with, but the others were busy with a frontal collision with the Alliance.

And then, wonder of wonders, another stroke of luck. The dwarf ran off, heading to where the fighting was, leaving his pretty little partner all alone. Garra grinned, feeling a thrill run through her. This would be too easy. Even if the girl saw her, she wouldn't be afraid, and that would be a mistake. Fear kept you sharp. Watching as the girl crossed her arms beneath her breasts, Garra shifted a little, the thrill changing a little. She was pretty, wasn't she? It had been a long time since she'd had a woman. And longer still since she'd had a woman that wasn't another orc. It wouldn't hurt anything to have a little fun before taking the naive little bitch out of commission.

Standing up straight, Garra pulled out a few things she'd need, hooking them on her belt loops. Three lengths of rope, and a spare wad of silk tucked into her belt, and then she pulled one of her daggers, gripping it backwards, hilt forward, as she crept towards the provocatively dressed blonde. Carefully edging around her, Garra stood up straight and rapped her sharply on the back of the head with the pommel of the dagger.

The young priestess collapsed like a sack of pretty potatoes, and Garra caught her, careful to keep the blade of the dagger away from her skin. Some orcs loved blood and fucking, but she wasn't one of them, really. Not unless it was virgin blood . . . there were few things headier than making some innocent girl into a woman. Quickly bundling the unconscious girl into the stables, Garra dumped her in an empty stall, sheathing her dagger in a hurry.

The staff and wand were pitched away, but still out of sight of the door, and the scrap of silk was fitted into a gag and tied to the girl's mouth, the hat that had been won so dearly tossed aside, her lovely golden hair spread on the hay. Quick green fingers worked the laces of the robe, pulling it open and off, then the pants and boots, gloves last, leaving the pretty purple bra and matching panties on. Turning the girl over on her stomach, Garra looped one piece of rope around her wrists, tying it securely, and the other around her ankles, snugging them together, leaving her captive helplessly hogtied.

Her own armor would stay on, mostly, of course, but she needed one thing from her belt pouch. Pulling out a vial, Garra drank it down quickly, feeling fire rush through her veins and center between her legs. In a matter of moments, she'd be ready. The vestigial member that all female orcs had - a remnant of Mannoroth's 'gift' to them - would be turned from merely a large clit into a hard, working cock. Just perfect for taking this pretty little priestess like the 'savage' she had called Horde members.

The knock on the head hadn't been hard, and even as Garra threw the vial aside, the girl was rousing, eyes confused. She looked around, panicked, and Garra stepped into her line of sight. The panic grew almost exponentially. She knew that without her voice, it was down to her own physical strength. And since she'd already been tied up . . . the battle was pretty much over. But then she started to wriggle around, trying to work her way towards the door. "Ah ah ah!" Garra reached down, feeling the smooth skin under her blade-callused hand. "Not going anywhere, little girl." She pushed the girl around a little, setting her on her knees. The way she was tied, her legs were spread wide over the ground, looking enticingly slutty.

The panic on the human's face was sort of sad, but - and perhaps this was the potion talking - arousing. Especially when she looked over her orc captor, and saw both breasts and a growing bulge. Garra laughed softly. "That's right, pretty. You're going to have the experience of a lifetime today. And if you make it good, I might even consider letting you live." She reached into her own top, pulling generous green breasts from her deeply cut red leather armor. Her nipples gleamed, the gold rings in them flashing even in the dim light, and she tweaked them, though they were already hard. "You're going to have an orc cock without having to deal with an orc male." Kneeling down in front of the girl, Garra reached out, rubbing roughly on the girl's breasts. "I didn't have that advantage the first time I got fucked by another orc. You should be glad."

 

[Armphid]

Heather shook her head, eyes blinking. She'd been outside, Einar had left, and then...something happened. She remembered a pain at the back of her head, a flash, and...moving, shapeless images all blurry and out of focus, the feeling of something warm and soft but a bit prickly on her skin. Fear coldly bristled in her stomach, what was happening?

Her vision cleared, blue eyes confused. Hay? She was in the stables. She tried to move, then gasped against the gag in her mouth. Gag? She was gagged! She squealed in protest, the sound well muffled by the silken cloth. Her arms were around her back, the rough feeling of rope around her wrists, and on her ankles, also bent back...and they were tired together. She...she was tied up like a prize hog! Her blue eyes got bigger, the fear spiking higher, how? Who? And...oh, Light! She was almost naked!

Then a shadow fell over her and she looked up. She let out a startled yelp, almost fully blocked by the gag. An Orc! Light save her! Without thinking, she started to squirm and wiggle, her body trying to push itself back away from the tall green skinned woman. "Ah ah ah!" Garra reached down, feeling the smooth skin under her blade-callused hand. "Not going anywhere, little girl."

A strong hand with rough calloused skin grabbed her neck, and she coughed against the gag as the Horde woman jerked her upright with the hand around her throat, pushing her down as well to make Heather sit upright on her knees, her legs spread. The hogtie forced her back into a poweful arch, pushing her breasts out for view, her legs wide, her well trimmed pussy visible. Presenting her perfectly to her captor.

Heather struggled against her bonds, her eyes huge and terrified. Oh, no! No, no, no! She was going to be killed! The orc would slit her throat and drink her blood and, oh, Light, please, no!

A slight shift caught her eyes, the priest looking down instinctively. Her eyes were on level with the orc woman's crotch and she saw...that...was impossible! Under the leather of her armor, there was a swelling bulge that began to clearly take shape as it pressed harder and harder against the restraining material. For a moment, her shock blasted her fear away. That was...a penis! And it looked...big. But, but! She looked back up at the orc, the larger woman's breasts plainly visible in the low cut chest armor she wore. This was a woman, she couldn't have...have...one of THOSE! Wait, if she did...somehow, then that meant...Light!

Garra laughed softly as she saw Heather put it together in her eyes. "That's right, pretty. You're going to have the experience of a lifetime today. And if you make it good, I might even consider letting you live."

Heather trembled, her limbs shaking, eyes again panicked and terrified. No! Not that! Better death than that! She...she was pure! Unspoiled. She'd saved herself for the Light, a true virgin priest! And now, this...this monster was going to rape her! And still might kill her!

Her chest was rising and falling as though she was hyperventilating, her blue eyes wide with terror as the orc woman smiled wickedly. She reached into her own armor, tugging it down and pulling out her tits. They were huge and heavy looking, but hung just as well as Heather's own. The green skin was smooth over her round flesh, her nipples a dark green that was almost black. They were pierced, a gold ring gleaming in each one.

She reached out, her rough hands grabbing and squeezing Heather's tits. The priestess shook her head, her ponytail whipping about behind her. She bit back a moan, shocked that the brutal pawing felt...good. She spoke, yelling out that she wouldn't submit, that she'd be saved, but all that came out was a series of squeals and whimpers due to the gag. "You're going to have an orc cock without having to deal with an orc male. I didn't have that advantage the first time I got fucked by another orc. You should be glad."

Glad? To be raped? Heather's eyes flashed with anger as well as fear. No! She wasn't glad! She...she..she hated normal sex! It was dirty and wrong! This...this was even worse! Her shot back protest and insult about the woman was lost to the gag, the golden tressed preistess trying to pull back as the rogue fondled and groped her tits. Trying to ignore that physically her tits liked being handled.

Heather twisted this way and that, trying to deny the orc access to her chest, but she couldn't. No matter what she did, those hands, those strong, grabbing, clutching hands found her flesh. The priest's eyes were wet, and she shook her head, whimpering against the now damp gag.

 

[HookerBoots]

"I know," she said, her harsh-sounding voice almost gentle while her eyes were hard. "Terrible to think of being taken by one of the dumb savages, isn't it?" The girl's eyes widened, and Garra could tell she was regretting her words from before. Or at least, she thought that was the expression. "I think I'd feel the same getting fucked by a dwarf." Her grin went wide and wolfish. "But I'm not, so . . . I'll even try to make you feel good, precious." The hands on the human's chest pulled her bra down firmly, exposing the lusious flesh.

"Ohh, sweetheart." Her tongue flickered out, moistening her lips. "These are gorgeous." Her hands began to toy with the pale white breasts, teasing the rosy pink nipples to hardness. "And so responsive! Look at that!" The wet, crystal blue eyes seemed to plead with her to stop, but Garra shook her head. "Look at how pretty your sweet little tits are! I can't leave them all alone and wanting." The soft, plush breasts felt sweet, like the finest silk, and she wanted . . . to feel them.

Her gloves were already off, and she decided that it would be all right if she took off her own chest armor. No one would be coming soon. It would be fine. Peeling the thin red leather off as though she were shedding her skin, Garra tossed it aside. The air felt good on her skin, and her nipples were already hard from the idea of teaching this girl how the Horde did things as well as the cool air. However, she stepped in pressing her body to the human's. The plush feel of their breasts pressing together, combined with the girl's renewed wriggling to escape, was highly arousing.

She leaned in, running her tongue along the smooth, creamy column of neck. "Mmmm, and you taste sweet, too." A chuckle ran through her, and she rubbed their chests together firmly. "I bet you bathe in milk and honey, don't you?" she joked, repeating a common peon idea of what Alliance women were like. "So soft and pretty," Garra cooed, nipping the girl's ear with her tusk just enough to stimulate it. "Maybe," she whispered, "if you're a hot little piece of ass for me, I'll keep you as a pet, hmm? Take you back to Orgrimmar and get a special dispensation from Thrall to let me keep you." One of her hands slipped around, stroking the girl's spine gently. "Of course, you'd have to earn that from him . . . he won't even look at orc women anymore after Taretha and Jaina."

The hand still between their bodies teased and toyed with the human's nipples more, then moving to cradle them, dragging her lips across the neck. "I'm starting to see why; you're so lush and sweet . . . and I've barely started drawing your flavor out."

 

[Armphid]

Heather quailed, further shock in her eyes, as the orc used her own words from earlier. She'd been listening then! She'd been that close the whole time and, and she'd never known! How stupid she was! If only she'd paid more attention-

The thought cut off as the green skinned woman's hands jerked her wrap around bra down and Heather's large, pert tits bounced free. "Mm! Mmmf!" The hands returned to her breasts, touching them as they'd never been touched before. Heather gasped into the silk gag at the feeling as her captor kneaded and played with her tits. Her eyes locked onto the orc's for a moment, silently pleading, her gaze all but begging for this to go no further. The shake of her enemy's head dashed that hope, and she let her head fall. It wasn't supposed to...be like this. Her first touch should have been...and now...

She hadn't noticed the woman stepping away until she heard the sound of leather softly crashing down into the hay. The priest jerked her eyes up to see the orc again standing in front of her, this time her chest fully bare. Her breasts were still huge and high, seeming almost bigger now. The gold rings seemed almost to hang from her still nipples. Her arms and chest were muscular and strong, yet somehow still feminine.

The woman knelt again and pressed herself against Heather. She squealed into the gag and tried to wiggle away, shifting and moving against her buxom abuser. Their breasts mashed and pressed together, the cold metal of the orc's piercings a sharp contrast to her hot skin. Light, her tits were so...soft and squishy, but firm too, and...no, no! It wasn't pleasant at all! Not even a little! Damn her body! It...she didn't want this to feel...not that way!

She whimpered as the woman's hand pressed against her back, pressing them tighter together. She felt the teasing tongue on her neck and her ear, the tiny prick of pain from the horrid woman's tusk, and all the while her taunting, teasing words. Lady Proudmore hadn't done THAT! "MmMM!" Never! She'd never be...be this monster's kept pet! Especially if it meant..

An image flashed into her mind of herself naked in the Warchief's throne room. The powerful Horde leader laughed, holding her hands up, lowering her down onto his...and the room was full of orcs and trolls, all hooting and cheering, and this woman was there, laughing at her...

Her breath hitched, Heather barely keeping herself from bursting into tears. All the while those hands toyed with her breasts, tweaking her nipples, sending little spasms of pleasure that mixed with her fear and her sorrow.

 

[HookerBoots]

With their bodies pressed together so tightly, Garra could feel the hitching of the girl's shoulders. It was sort of impressive, really. She'd held out this long without even giving in that much. "Go ahead and cry if you need to, pet," she whispered, slipping her tongue along the edge of the girl's ear. "It won't matter anyway."

Her fingers tweaked the pink nipple firmly, and she licked her lips. "Your tits like my hands, no matter what your head says, you know." The girl was responsive, very, and Garra wondered how many pansy-ass Alliance boys had put their hands all over the sweet, white skin. But the contrast of white skin against green, as well as the hot feel of skin on sensitive skin, was enough to make her forget the thought of men. It was time to focus on the hot little bitch in front of her.

She pulled the knife out of her belt sheath again, noting the fear in the girl's eyes as she lifted it close to the skin. And then, with a quick, professional twist of the wrist, sliced through the hanging bra. Then, the knife slipped underneath the panties, cutting them off as well with two quick motions and whisking them away with two fingers. The damp spot there, easily as big as a silver, made her smile, and she held them up to the blonde. "Look, pet! You're getting wet. You must really want this, getting all turned on."

Garra threw the panties to one side, chuckling to herself. "I bet you dream about being raped by a nasty old Orc when you're playing with your tender little pussy at night, hmm?" A green finger ran down the pale pink side, stopping and gripping the soft curve of hip. "Fingering this sweet little hole while you wish it were a hot, thick green dick." Garra dragged her teeth gently across the smooth white shoulder. "It's a shame that I have to keep you gagged; I'd love to hear the noises you'll make when I start," the hand on her hip slipped around, pressing palm-up against the growing wetness between the little tart's legs, "to play down here a little."

 

[Armphid]

She bit back a moan and a sob as the woman taunted her about crying. The tongue rasping over her ear made her feel...it felt shockingly good, and she hated that it did. But she wasn't going to cry, no! She wouldn't give the monster the satisfaction! Her chest heaved a few more times, but she gulped down the weeping, though her crystal blue eyes still sparkled with unshed tears.

Heather's mind shrieked at her when the orc pinched her nipple, chuckling about how her tits liked it. No, they didn't! They couldn't! She would...she wasn't the kind of girl that would like this, or want this. She was a good girl! But...but her tit did send pleasure to her and her rosy nipples were hard and long...what did that mean? She was a good girl, wasn't she? Wasn't she?

Then the knife came out and even that thought scattered like crows before a charging hound. Her eyes went wide, her breath catching in her throat. Light, was this it? Was she dead? She...she...Light, don't let her die! Please! The blade slipped in, cool against her flesh and in a few quick cuts, Heather was totally nude except for the ropes that bound her. Her heart was pounding against her ribs like they might break. This fear...she'd never known anything like it. Not even knowing what the woman planned to do...nothing compared to the sheer, screaming fear of death.

She'd once said that she'd choose to die before being defiled. But now, in her heart, she knew it was a lie. Heather shook like a leaf, her eyes still wide and afraid. She was scared to die. She didn't want to, she'd...she'd rather...Light forgive her! Light have mercy! Even if it meant...she didn't want to die! If there was any way to live, she wanted to. Even if...even if...

The orc tipped her head up, gloating as she showed Heather her panties. The priest stared at the wet cloth in shock, her face turning beet red. She was wet? That couldn't be! The orc women mocked her, talking about how she had played with herself and imagined an orc raping her. She shook her head furiously, "MM! Mmff, mm, mmchff!"

Then the rough hand pushed up against her pussy. Heather's eyelids fluttered, her eyes rolling up, body tensing. "MMMMmmm," she cried, her muffled yell becoming a moan. Oh, that...she'd touched herself before, but only a few times. It was sinful! But that touch! Light, please, let her stop now! Before it went on, before Heather' body overwhelmed her mind, before her instincts and fear overwhemled her morals, please!

But she knew it wasn't going to. Even as she fervently, madly prayed in her mind as the green skinned tormentor started to tease her cunt, she knew it wouldn't end now. And to live...she might have to...to...

And...she would. To her shame, to her horror, to her disgust, she knew she would.

 

[HookerBoots]

The moan was amazing. "I've never had anyone respond that fast, princess," Garra cooed. "You must want it bad, pet." The orc ran her fingers from back to front over the human's damp slit, one finger just barely pressing inside as it traveled past. She was tight as hell! This was going to be awesome. "That's very good. If you want it, it'll be even better for both of us."

Her fingers came up wet, and she held them up to the girl's nose. "Smell that, precious? That's what you smell like when you get hot for nasty orc dick. Isn't that lovely?" She laughed as the girl turned her head away from the smell, then gripped her chin, turning the porcelain face towards hers. The green fingers slipped into her mouth one at a time, cleaning them off and savoring the taste. "Mmmm, you taste as sweet as you smell, pet."

Making a decision, Garra stood up, looking down at her naked captive with a triumphant smile. "I think the first thing will be something I don't get to do often." Orc and Troll women didn't like it, and even kneeling, Tauren were too tall. The Undead were icky, and she'd never even bothered approaching a Blood Elf. Snotty bitches. She reached down and jacked her cock a few times, priming it with her precum. "Now, pet, I'm going to press these lusious tits of yours together and slide my stiff cock between them. And then I'm going to spray my hot orc cum all over them."

She could see panic in the girl's face, but it was tempered with something else. That was all right, though. Even sheer fear paled in comparison to having one of the captives want it. That was hotter than anything, having someone who claimed to hate what you were doing panting and wet, almost begging for it. Without another word, Garra stepped forward, using her precum to lube up the cleavage of the human's generous breasts before resting her cock between them. And then she reached down, pressing them together around her shaft tightly.

"Fuck! That feels great, pet!" It was warm and hot and soft, and she had them pressed just tightly enough to feel like a sweet little pussy. Garra started slowly at first, moaning at the sight of her green cock poking up over the pale pink mounds. Her hands held the soft breasts tightly, working the girl's nipples as she fucked them progressively faster. "Such hot tits, feels . . . so fucking . . . amazing around my cock!"

 

[Armphid]

Heather chewed on the gag as the orc's rough hands rubbed her slit. Light, that felt...it felt both good and bad at the same time. She wanted it to stop! She didn't want this monster to touch her, but, oh, she wanted the touch to go on!

The green skinned woman's words were even worse. She didn't want this! No! No, no, no! But she was wet down there, and it did feel nice in a way, so did that mean she did want it? No, it didn't. It couldn't! She hated the thought of it, but her body was...Light, she was getting so confused!

The orc stood up suddenly, a look of lustful victory on her face. Heather quailed as she started to speak but then her gaze was drawn down, as if against her will, to the biggest threat. The unnatural horror of the woman's cock. It was right in her face. It was green, long, thick and veiny. There was an odd smell that came from it that made some deep, primal part of her respond. It looked alien and far, far too big to ever do what...well, what one of those was used for! Light, it really was so big. So...strange. So...why was she looking at it so much? She should look away. But...

Then she heard the last of Garra's words and her head jerked up, eyes wide. Oh, no! Not that! She wouldn't be humiliated like this! At the same time though, she felt a stirring of something deep inside her. Something that had awoken at the sight of the nasty orc dick. Before she could pull away, the orc stepped into her and it had begun.

"MMM!" She screamed as much as she could through the gag as the orc's cock touched her. It was so hot! It felt hard as steel, but like it was wrapped in oven warmed velvet. It was wet too, at the top part, and the woman rubbed the slick, warm goo in between her tits. Heather shuddered as the woman pressed the dick against her, then let out a muffled negation that blended into a moan as the strong hands mashed her breasts together and the orc began to rape her breasts.

She felt so dirty and filthy! The hot, hard meat slid up and down, over her soft flesh. She could feel it rubbing back and forth again and again, moving faster and faster. Heather looked down, staring as if transfixed. The green dick pushed up out from between her tits, almost touching her downcast lips, then sank down again. She whimpered and uttered muffled, fervent prayers for deliverance, all the while feeling the wetness between her legs increasing, trying desperately to ignore it. The orc's fingers flicked her nipples, sending little jags of pleasure through her, making her hate herself for feeling good at his violation, this humiliation!

But the worst was yet to come. The woman sped up, pumping her cock between Heather's tits faster and faster and faster. She was almost yelling, then she grinned wide, showing her teeth and tusks. The thrusting became wild and wholly without any pacing or rhythm. Heather's eyes went wider, seeing the woman's cock twitch oddly.

Then a spurt of thick, creamy, heavy goo came flying out of the tip of it. "MMM! Mm, mo, Mmmf!" It hit Heather in the face before she could pull back, the stuff hot and sticky. The orc cock pulsed again and again, more and more of the salty jizz shooting all over Heather's sweet face, gushing onto her tits. The priest cried out in shock and disgust, trying to pull her head back. One powerful green hand took a rough grip in Heather's golden locks, forcing her head down into the flow of hot, stinky orc cum. The tears she'd held back burst free now as she was blasted with jizz, feeling like a dirty, nasty whore, utterly humiliated and debased. It seemed like the flow would never stop! More and more of it glazed her cheeks, her lips, her forehead, her breasts and neck.

Finally, it stopped, Heather's chest heaving as she moaned and whined into her gag. The orc's cum was everywhere! Ugh, she could feel it in her hair! Heather slowly looked up at her captor, shivering, trying to repress the part of her that was glorying in being painted with orc jizz.

 

[HookerBoots]

The force of her orgasm was startling, and Garra sighed heavily at the feeling of almost lassitude that came over her before the sight of the pretty little bitch covered in cum stirred her cock again, rousing her aggressive nature. "Mmm, you look so pretty covered in my jizz, slut," she hissed, reaching down to smear the sticky white fluid over the pretty lips. "Just the way you should look. Covered in my cum, just the way I like my pets to be."

She pulled back, her other hand going down between the girl's legs, stroking the soft, wet flesh there. "Mmm, and it feels like you like it, too." A deep chuckle rumbled from her chest, and she rubbed gently against the firm nub there, smiling at the sounds the girl made at her ministrations. Slowly, teasingly, Garra slipped a finger into the hot entrance, feeling the walls of the human's cunt throb around her.

"Spirits, you're wet, whore," she grinned at the other woman, feeling her cock stand up a little straighter. "I can barely wait to feel you wrapped around this hard dick." Garra started to push her finger further into the girl, fucking her tight cunt over and over with a thick, green finger. Until she felt a barrier, and gasped. "You're . . . you're a virgin?"

She pulled her finger out, licking it clean almost absently. She tasted sweet - she should have figured a human would. "That changes things." The relief on the human's face was evident, and Garra almost laughed. "I'm going to love this even more than I thought." Her finger slipped back inside, thrusting in and out of the girl with a speed and power that reflected what she would do with her cock later. "Oh, fuck, bitch! I'm going to make you cum on my hand, and then open you up for my cock . . . and every other cock I want to see you ride! Open you," she grunted, her finger pushing in hard with each word, "over and over again!"

 

[Armphid]

Heather gagged at the stick of the orc's cum in her nose. Then it got even worse. She squealed another muffled protest as the woman smeared her semen over the gag and Heather's lips. Light! The stuff was hot and sticky and gross! But at the same time, it also felt erotic to feel it there and know what it was, where it had come from.

But that was terrible! She...it was not erotic! It wasn't good at all! It was dirty, smelly, nasty, unnatural, and-"MMMmmffFF!" She writhed against her bonds, eyes fluttering as Garra rubbed her sex. That...it was like jets of liquid fire were running up her as the strong hand toyed with her. It felt...it felt so good. So awfully good. She didn't want it to feel good. She hated that it felt good! But, it did, oh, Light, did it ever!

Then the orc went even further. Heather's eyes went wide and soft, her body tensing as the buxom rogue pushed a single finger into her virgin hole. "Aaammff, ffffhhhmmm," she gasped against the damp cloth gag. Nether! It was...Light, her finger felt huge! She felt...full and stretched and Light damn her body for liking that feeling! It was unclean, it was wrong! "Hnnmm." She leaned forward, her body almost leaning against the invading arm. Then the probing finger pushed against her maidenhead, hard. "Hmmmf!"

The finger withdrew, the orc licking it. She seemed thoughtful, somehow. Heather's heart swelled. Her virginity had surprised the woman. It changed things, she said. Did that mean...she wasn't going to rape her? Maybe, maybe it was part of the Horde honor code or something. Light, please! She was saved! Her virtue had triumphed!

The next words were like a dagger in her heart. She'd...enjoy it more? Oh, no! It hadn't discouraged her...the woman was even more determined now! Light! No, no, no! Please, no! Her tears flowed again, her hopes brutally raised and crushed. She lowered her head, feeling the orc closing again. Then she shuddered as the finger returned. But there was no pushing exploration this time. "MMM!" It sawed in and out of her tight, virgin pussy, the single digit feeling immense inside her. It stretched her flesh, smacking into her hymen over and over, enough to be painful but not enough to break it. Heather squealed and whimpered against the gag, her pussy finger fucked fast and ruthlessly by the grinning orc woman.

The obsenities poured from the orc, and Heather shook her head violently as she boasted of making Heather...of...making her do THAT from this violation! But the rest...open her...she was going to take HEather's maidenhead...and, and...and open her up for...for others? With terror, she realized the woman had made her decision. The finger plundered her faster and faster, the palm of Garra's hand grinding against her hidden clit. The maybe earlier of kidnapping her to Orgrimmar and now become her plan! Heather moaned out at the very thought. Other cocks...Horde cocks, she'd give Heather to them! Thick green orc dicks, long troll pricks, mammoth Tauren dongs, all of them raping Heather over and over and over and over and over and, Light, why was this feeling so, so, so, so good! And the thought of all those cocks, in her, on her, more of that horrible white stuff, all over her, it was just-

Heather stiffened, her whole body tensing. Her eyes flew so wide they seemed about to pop out before they screwed shut. She shook all over, her tits jiggling, her pussy gushing a rush of sweet, sticky fluids as white hot pleasure burst was flowed inside her. The inner firestorm blazed incandesently, feeling like it would turn her to ash with the flame of sinful pleasure. Then it guttered, smaller after bursts making her flinch and jump. Heather moaned, long and low, her body relaxing, almost sagging in her restraints. Light...she was...she'd just...oh, why did she do that? She should have...and now...and now...

Tearful eyes, torn between fear and pleasure lifted, pleading Garra to change her mind. Surely she'd had enough. This was enough humiliation, enough a prize. Surely. Surely, surely. But in her heart, Heather knew better. It had only started.

 

[HookerBoots]

Garra licked her lips as the human slut came on her hand. She acted like she didn't want it, but the way she was reacting told a very different story. Leaning into it, the gushing wetness . . . Garra had never seen any woman get this excited this fast. That orgasm seemed to have taken it out of the girl.

As she came back to herself, Garra could have laughed at it. The desperation and pleading there was almost sad. "Oh, pet. You came so hard just then." The orc laughed, her fingers stroking slowly in and out of the wet hole. "I think you're probably a closet whore. I'm going to enjoy showing you what you really are."

She pulled her fingers out of the tight pink hole and swirled the moisture around one of the perky nipples. Her cock was hard as it had ever been, and she really wanted to feel this hot little snatch from the inside. Garra grabbed her knife with her free hand and sliced quickly through the ropes binding the soft pink ankles together. Almost instantly, the pretty girl's legs snapped together and she nearly tipped over. Garra caught her, pushing her gently to the floor of the stable.

Garra pulled back, looking at the girl writhing, hay getting tangled in the silky hair. She smiled, kneeling down and pushing the long, pale legs open. She could feel the resistance against her hands, and smiled at the pretty face that was stained with tears. "It'll hurt, pet, but you'll love the way you feel once you get used to it." She pressed forward, guiding her stiffness to press against the tight, virginal entrance. "I know I'll love the feel of it," she grinned, rubbing the head of her cock up and down, gathering the moisture and mixing it with her own pre-cum.

 

[Armphid]

Heather tried to bristle as the green skinned woman called her a "closet whore," whatever that meant. She was no whore! She was...she was good! Virtuous. She didn't...didn't like those things. Even though it had felt kind of nice to have that stuff squirt on her. Even though she'd just felt so much sexual pleasure she still felt like it had burned her insides. Light, that just...it had been so strong, such a good feeling, but from this! Nothing good came from this, from being attacked, being brutalized.

Then why had it felt good? Was it her? Was she...

She shivered as the hand that had violated her ran over her body, leaving a trail of warm liquid that Heather didn't want to think about. Hers. It was hers. But it couldn't be. She wouldn't enjoy something like this. But she...she had. What did that mean about her? She thought she was good.

She felt the binding pressure come off her ankles, looking down to see the rope cut. A chance! Heather's growl of resistence was choked off by the gag, the priest pushing her legs together so fast the flesh slapped loudly. It was a bit too fast, actually, and her new smaller support base was unsteady. She wobbled and then started to fall.

The orc woman caught her, her hard yet soft body against Heather's. "Mmm mm mmow," she whimpered, struggling wildly in the rogue's arms. This, this was, she was about to, no, no, no! She was crying again, or had she not stopped? Couldn't tell. Didn't matter. "Mm! MM!"

She was pushed down, her legs held up, squeezed together as hard as Heather could. She wiggled and thrashed on the ground, feeling her abuser drawing back. She...she hadn't left, had she? Then she returned to Heather's vision, smiling wickedly. Heather started to struggle again, warm, strong hands grabbing below her knees. She yelped as the powerful shoulders bunched and pushed; and Heather's legs were spread by the orc's strength. The vile woman was smiling broader than ever, her lips forming an "o" of enjoyment as Heather felt something hot and hard press against her sex. Ahh, that felt...no!

Her eyes flew open, Light! That was...that was the unnatural organ! That big, strong, hateful, cock! She stared up in the terror of the moment, incredulous as the orc told her she'd enjoy it. NO! She wouldn't! She just wouldn't! How could she enjoy being raped? Her eyes became angry as the orc laughed again, promising Heather that she would like it, at least. The monster! The...the bitch! Heather tried to bite back a moan as the head of the member rubbed up and down her pussy. Why? Why was this happening? She'd been so good. Why did it feel this way? She wanted it to be terrible. She wanted to hate it, and she did, but at the same time, it still felt so...there was pleasure...what if the orc was right? What if she did...

Her struggles weakened, though the tears still flowed. She couldn't win, she couldn't. Her fight was over. Light, please, save her. Someone. Someone, come! Then she felt the member press and rub a bit harder, and she gasped into the damp cloth in her mouth.

 

[HookerBoots]

"Aww, no more fight left in you, princess?" Garra faked a pout, rubbing her cock more firmly, letting the tip just dip inside that sweet hole before slicking it with more of the virgin's sweet juices. "That's all right. I like that you've surrendered to the fact that you're a slut." Her free hand went to one of the round, firm breasts, her green hand squeezing it. "You're built for cock, slut, and I'm soooo glad I get to be the first one to show you how good it can be."

Her teeth caught her lower lip, and she looked at the girl through half-lidded eyes. "I'd bite down on the cloth if I were you, princess. It'll sting." Gripping her cock more firmly, Garra placed it at the entrance to the human wetness and pushed in slowly. Her first time had been with an orc male, who hadn't given her any time to get used to the size of his cock, or the idea that her most private place had been invaded. At least she was giving this little priestess-slut the chance to get a little used to it. A little.

Garra hit the barrier of the girl's maidenhead and smiled, drawing back slightly and then pushing forward powerfully, feeling it resist for a moment, then give against the force of her thrust. "Unnnnnngh! Yes!" Before she knew it, her cock was fully inside the tight, wet, sweet pussy, and she could smell the coppery tang of virgin blood. Some fools in the Horde said that battle felt better than anything else, the smell of blood and mud and bone and the fight all around you. She had a sneaking idea that all those people were warriors, and had never had the chance to take someone's virginity. There was nothing like it, and it . . . spirits, that hot, tight wetness around your shaft . . . nothing could compare. "Good whore," she panted out, tweaking the girl's nipple firmly, "good . . . slut! Take my hot . . . hard cock!"

 

[Armphid]

Heather's shoulders shook as the orc positioned herself, her words taunting and tormenting. She wasn't like that! She was pure! She was virtuous! She...Light, that thing felt so hot and hard and nice against her, no, no, it didn't! She tried to speak, to protest, but all that emerged was a sob, that too muffled by the gag.

Then she felt it. Her eyes went wide and still, her whole body tensing up. Had her mouth not been bound, it would have formed a perfect "o" of shock and fear and refusal and anticipation and a dozen other feelings all mixed together. It was in her! Light! "Mm! Mm! MMMM!" So big. It was so thick, so long, so warm, so alive and strong in her. She could fee her tightness stretching, being pushed apart by the invading phallus.

Heather's body tensed as she felt it hit her virtue. She was trembling, out of fear, not something else, no way! The orc's mighty cock pulled back a bit and Heather braced herself for agony like nothing she'd ever felt. The tearing of her maidenhead, her measure of virtue, would be as painful as being torn in two. The orc's impaling dick plunged in, rending her barrier asunder after a brief moment of resistance. "MMMMM...mmm?"

That was...it? It felt like she'd skinned her knee or pulled a hangnail, but...that was all. It had...she'd...it should have been awful! It should have made her scream and writhe with pain so that her back would seem close to breaking! But it hadn't. It hadn't. She knew, she KNEW it was supposed to hurt worse. Everyone said it did. But it hadn't. Oh, Light...did that mean...could it be that....the orc...the orc was right? That she was...made for cock, that she was a slut?

No, no! It couldn't be! But she'd surrendered so easily, and her virtue had barely even registered when torn asunder. The pain was already fading. Fading to be replaced by other sensations. Fullness like she'd never known. Heat, sweet and rising. Pleasure. Dirty, wrong, terrible, sinful pleasure!

Heather moaned and whimpered against the gag. Her tight unspoiled pussy bled, but more than virgin blood flowed from her. Her pussy was wet and growing wetter as Garra's thick cock plundered and ravaged her sweet hole. Her eyes were confused, lost, and becoming more and more full of the sensual delight she wanted so much to deny.

 

[HookerBoots]

Ohhh, fuck! "Such a wet cunt! Fuck, you tight little Alliance whore!" Garra threw back her head, sawing in and out of the now-spoiled body of the human priestess. "So fucking glad . . . I got to make you into . . . my slut!" The tightness in her loins was familiar, and she leaned forward, bracing her hands on either side of the blonde whore's face. The Orc nuzzled her face against the soft pink neck and whispered, "I'm gonna cum inside you, whore! Give you your first load of hot, sticky jizz in your tight, nasty priest snatch!"

As she said it, the tightness exploded, spurt after spurt of hot, creamy cum flooding into the girl's pussy. "Ahhhh! Fuck! Take it all, slut! Every last drop!" Her hips were pressed powerfully against the priestess's, and she almost collapsed at the force of the orgasm. Almost, but not quite. There was still enough stamina in her to keep her upright, and keep her hips moving. "How do you like that feeling?" she panted down to the girl, a wicked grin on her face. "Like the feeling of being full of my Orc jizz?"

Her grin widened after a second, her hips picking up a little more. Oh, she loved that potion! Garra levered herself up on one hand, her other hand toying with the soft, firm, pink tits. "And even better, pet, you're gonna get two loads of cum tonight!" After a moment, her hips resumed their rhythm, pounding in and out of her unwilling whore again and again.

 

[Armphid]

Heather's cries had become less and less screams of denial and hurt, and more and more like moans of enjoyment as the ruthless orc woman savaged her spoiled sex. Her body rocked with each hard, relentless thrust, her breasts bouncing and jiggling.

The priestess whimpered, trying to deny the pleasure that was swelling further in her each time the thick invader plunged into her core. It felt good, so good! She didn't want it to, hated it, but oh, oh, the feeling! The fullness! The way she seemed to stretch and fit over and around the impossibly big green cock ravaging her.

Then the orc's whispered words sank home. Panic lit Heather's face. She shook her head, her eyes screwing shut, the thought both intensely disgusting and intensely arousing. And then-OH! She felt it! Heat, incredible heat, liquid and heavy seemed to pour into her, coating her walls, blasting into her womb. She almost swore she could feel the spurts splattering against her. The taunting words made her look away, mostly because she didnt' want the orc to see...that she...she did like it. It felt...good. She felt...womanly...but not like this, not like this! This wasn't good, it wasn't...it...it was, but it...Light! Forgive her!

The rogue wasn't done yet though. Her boast made Heather writhe beneath her, trying vainly to scoot away, but there was no escape. The huge green dick hammered at her ruined cunt, smashing it's way in again and again. Heather whined, hating the pleasure that screamed though her body. It was getting so strong. Each time she was violated, each time the orc's rough, rude member speared her, every time she was called a slut or a whore, it got stronger and stronger and....Light! Light, she was going to explode!

Heather's eyes screwed shut and beneath Garra her body began to quiver and shake. She'd felt this earlier when the bitch had made her...with her hand, but that was nothing, nothing like this. Her back arched, her legs unconsciously tightening around her rapist, and her cry was strangled even before the gag silenced it almost fully.

No! NO! She couldn't have! Why? Why was she this way?

 

[HookerBoots]

Garra felt the pretty little whore tensing, and then . . . oh, and then! The little bitch started to cum! Even as she kept her hips moving, the rogue laughed, one hand gripping the soft pink hip tightly while she toyed with the creamy breasts. "Mmm, feels good, doesn't it?" Thick green fingers tweaked a rosy nipple, and then her hand slipped down along the girl's side until one hand was on either hip, pushing and pulling the tight little body against her own.

Spirits, she honestly hadn't thought that the girl would be so hot, or so into it. Maybe she really was a closet whore! Most of the time, that was just dirty talk, something to say while you were fucking. But this bitch . . . cumming from being raped! She'd found a real prize here! "Uhnn! Sweet . . . tight . . . sexy little . . . hot . . . cunt!" Moaning, Garra kept moving, grinding her hips against the human's.

"I'm gonna . . . give you more . . . more of that cum you . . . you fuckin' love, you bitch!" Garra gasped, throwing her head back as she bellowed, her jizz flooding into Heather again. She could feel some of it oozing out around her cock, and grunted in pleasure. Then, suddenly, there was a noise behind them, and even as she tried to look around, something hard hit her on the back of the head, and everything went black.

 

[Armphid]

Heather moaned and gasped, still weeping as the huge, thick unnatural cock plundered her tight virgin cunt. It felt so good, so terrribly good, even through the hurt and the blood and that smell and stink of fluids and cum and...oh, no more, no more, no more! But she did, did want more, some part of her. Oh, Light! Save her! Forgive her!

A shadow fell over them both, Heather's barely cracked eyes catching it. They opened just in time to see a massive Draenei gesturing with his shield arm. A huge gust of wind blew the orc away from Heather, her cock coming free with a wet pop, spattering cum and blood everywhere. Before she could move he was straddling her, his mace cracking into the back of the orc's head. Garra fell like a rag doll and did not stir.

The shaman pulled his cloak from his shoulders. He knelt down beside Heather, the preistress trying to roll over as if to hide herself from his view. "Do not be afraid. It is over. You are with a friend." One hand picked up the fallen knife and cut the ropes on her hands. He placed the cloak over her and stepped back as the blond reached up to untie the gag herself.

Heather sobbed, "It was...it was awful. I'm defiled, ruined, ruined forever by that monster." Fresh tears burst down her cheeks. "She...and I was a virgin! I was pure, I was-w-w-was..."

The shaman cast Healing Wave, letting it wash over her. He touched the hearthstone in his belt. "I have need of those close to Heather. Something has happened. Get here soon, she is in great need." He let go, hearing a few responses in the back of his mind. "Heather, some of your friends are coming, I will keep back, since I'm sure-"

"No! N-no, p-please." Heather shook her head. "Don't...don't leave me. Don't leave me, please." She pulled the cloak about herself. "don't leave me...she'll get me again...she'll..."

The shaman knelt beside her, "She will not. Do not fear. She will never harm anyone again."

"...did you kill her?"

He shook his head. "I wish to. I have seen many women of my people so used by the orcs. I hate them for it. But...the spirits of wind and earth spoke to me. They brought me here and bade me take her alive."

"B-bu-but..."

"Have no fear. They did not have me spare her for mercy. This...will go much worse for her than a quick death."

~~~~~​

A Month Later

It was late in the court's session, the last case of the day. And likely an easy one. The accused had been brought in the orc was wearing the long gray smock and linen trousers of a prisoner, her arms shackled, standing in the middle of four Stormwind guards. The captain leading the small group nodded. "The prisoner, Garra Skullsplitter, My Lord. She stands accused of the rape of Heather Maclure."

The presiding Paladin opened a small bound book with the prisoner's name. He was an older human, his long hair and well trimmed beard streaked with gray. He was still strong, and despite his age he moved easily in the heavy plate covering his body. He sat at the high bench, a powerful mace in one hand. There were smaller stands on each side of him. At one, a young human male scribe say, dutifully recording the proceedings. On the other side was a buxom dwarven priestess, channeling a Holy magic, her body lightly glowing, her eyes golden. The judge looked down at the book in front of him, "Very well. Let us being. May the Light guide us to truth." He tapped a hand on the witness list. "The court calls Valar of the Exodar."

From the pews in the back of the room, a massive Draenei with dark skin and a wicked backspike horn strode to the raised dias in the center of the round court chamber. The judge cleared his throat, "Know before you speak that the power of the Light is here, hearing your words. Falsehood will be known and punished. Now. Speak."

The shaman nodded. "My Lord. I was engaged in one of the many battles for Alterac Valley. The enemy was routed, yet we had not heard from one of our members posted at the stable." His head moved slightly towards one side of the room. On the back bench, a young woman dressed in robes with a high neck flinched. "I was asked to make sure all was well. I assumed the form of the Ghost Wolf and came upon it. Our comrade, Heather Maclure was nowhere to be seen. But the sharp senses of the wolf caught her scent, as well as the smell of...sex and blood." He sighed, "As I got closer, I heard a rough female voice shouting about...a tight cunt and a whore." There were more murmurs from the onlookers. "I entered and saw Heather bound and gagged, being violated." He turned his head and nodded toward Garra. "By her."

The judge frowned. "You are sure of this?"

"Yes, My Lord. I blew her back with the wind, and struck her unconscious before tending to Heather." The shaman inclined his head. "I also bound the prisoner so she could brought back to face justice. That is all. She was taken from us by guards and I did not see her again until today." He bowed and stepped down, walking back to the pews.

The judge looked over at the dwarf, who nodded, "There was no lie, My Lord, the truth was in every word he spoke."

The judge nodded. "The court calls Heather Maclure.” There was more murmuring and from the very back of the room, a lush bodied young human arose. She was wearing dark clothes, a long robe with overlarge sleeves and a high neck. She walked forward slowly, her hands trembling. She glanced at the orc who grinned lasciviously and made a kissy face. She flinched, face paling, but kept moving forward.

She stepped up to the dias and curtseyed. “M-my Lord. I am Heather Maclure. I...I was on watch over the stables in Alterac with a friend of mine. He was called away. I...I wasn't paying attention and then...then I was hit from behind and everything went fuzzy.” The shaking of her hands was even stronger now. “I came to in the stables...I was...in my underthings and...and...” She looked over at Garra, “She was there. She said th-that...I was going to have an...an...an orc cock, and that...if I was good, she might let me live. Then she....sh-sh-she...” She paused, a hand moving to her mouth, her shoulders shaking.

The judge took a deep breath, “If you are finished, Miss Maclure, we don't need-”

“No!” Heather shook her head, “No. I won't...let her get away with it. She used me, she touched me all over, st-stripped me, put her...her fingers in me, she did...other things and then she...she put in in me, and fucked me.” The word seemed to fall heavily in the room. “I was crying, it hurt, it felt...she didn't stop. She kept going. Going and going. She...in me...and then Valar was there.” Heather lifted her face, fresh tears streaming down it. “That woman, Garra Skullsplitter r-raped me. I...I was a virgin before she did it!” There were louder rumblings in the court now. “I...that's all.”

“Step down then, Miss Maclure, thank you.” The old paladin's eyes were warm and a bit moist. She was his daughter's age. “You have been very brave.” He again looked to the dwarf. She didn't speak, just nodded. “I see.” He took a deep breath. “Bring forth the accused.” Garra was marched to the center of the room and pushed up onto the dais. “Garra Skullsplitter. Have you anything to say in your defense?”

The Rogue snorted. “You Alliance don't get how it works. The Horde still allows for the taking of spoils. If you can take it, you deserve to have it. That's the true way of war, our way." She scoffed and added, "I did you all a favor, in any case. She's got a nice, tight little hole that you all can use now." Then she sneered, “And if she's that torn up about her maidenhead, I didn't fuck her mouth or her ass, so she should be glad to have those cherries. And she fucking loved it.”

The room was silent a moment, until there was a choked sob from where Heather had gone to sit down. Then it erupted into shouts and calls for Garra's head. The judge struck his mace on the stand and it sounded like a thunderclap. “ENOUGH! ORDER!” He rose. “Garra Skullsplitter. Your pathetic defense is nothing more than the pewling of a bully child and it holds nothing here. Your people have proclaimed their own abuse since the Second War, despite their supposed belief in the winner being right. You have been found guilty by the words of witnesses, your own admission, all confirmed by the power of the Light.” He looked down on her as another man might a pile of shit. “Your lack of remorse makes me wish to strike your head from your shoulders. But the Light is merciful, and in death, you do no good to anyone. You WILL repay the harm you have done, and you will do it with labor and toil. You are hereby sentenced to 10 years of indentured labor.” The mace came down again, and though the impact was not as loud, it was somehow heavier. “Take her to the Stockades for processing!”

 

[HookerBoots]

She had expected it. It didn't bother her. Prison, even labor, wasn't so bad. 10 years of it, even, wasn't that bad. As the guards muscled her out of the room, one human woman yelled, "You should be hung, you Orc bitch!"

Garra grinned and turned her head. "I am - just ask Heather!" The guards shut the door behind them, scowling at her. The Orc was a little surprised to see a tall, lanky human male leaning against the wall facing the door. He was dressed in leather, dark and sleek, like a rogue, that made her long for her own armor. That was the downside of the sentence. Her armor . . . she sighed inwardly.

The leather-clad man straightened, pulling a piece of paper out of his pocket. "Thanks, guys. I'll take her from here."

Garra stood up straighter, her eyes flashing. "You will, hmm?"

The man waved the paper. "Your debt's mine now, greenie." His smile was a little nasty. "Well, actually, it belongs to my associate, but I got sent to pick you up, to assess whether or not you're fit for what we plan to do with you."

She didn't really have a response to that, but just glared at him. The man laughed, and tucked the paper into his pocket again. "Nothin' to say to that, huh? Come on, we'll get you moved to your new home."

 

[Armphid]

The rogue looked at Garra as she glared at him. "Mm-mm. Those flashing eyes, the flaring nostrils...you are ugly when you're angry." His grin became wider and even more insolent. "Aw, don't be mad, green bean. You'll get out relationship off on the wrong foot right out of the gate, and we're going to be seeing a lot of each other."

The man snapped his fingers as if remembering something, "Oh, speaking of feet..." The kick was fast, one strong and agile leg snapped up and into the junction of Garra's legs hard. The orc woman cried out, doubling over, her knees almost buckling, wavering, but not falling down. She snarled and lunged forward at him only to hit the ground as she toppled. "There we go. Now we all know our places. Yours is at my feet, and mine is deciding whether or not I want to keep you there all the time," he said cheerily.

As Garra recovered her wits, the human knelt down beside her, grabbing a hank of hair and jerking her head back. The other hand slipped a collar or heavy iron around her neck and snapped it shut. A chain was attached to the collar the other end held in the rogue's right hand. "Good. Now, you can get up or I can drag you through the streets, tusky, which is it going to be?"

She rose and he smiled proudly, "And they say our people can't work together. Come on now, we've got a tram to catch. It wouldn't do to be late." With that, he lead her through the halls of the keep and out into the streets of Stormwind.

Whistling he led her along, jerking the chain every now and then to make sure she didn't get any ideas. As they passed, townsfolk hissed and yelled out insults at Garra, a few even thowing mud and rotten fruit at her. Through it all, her captor remained chipper, congratulating some of the mob on their aim and encouraging others to try again.

The tram was quiet, almost silent compared to the ruckus that had been raised in the streets. A few adventurers within cast wary looks at the two of them, but the rogue just waved at them. He turned to Garra with another infuriating grin, "You can call me Shiv, by the way. I'd give you my name but you haven't earned it."

 

[HookerBoots]

Garra sat on the tram, her expression as close to sulky as an Orc could get. Not that she'd have acted much differently if their positions had been reversed, of course. That didn't mean she had to like it. And this collar was both demeaning and uncomfortable, forcing her to keep her neck straight all the time. And this tram . . . well, it was different to be here when you weren't trying to infiltrate the city. She could tell the other Alliance pansies that were riding it were nervous about her being here.

Garra looked at the human. "I'd introduce myself, but I'm sure you already know my name." She didn't plan to 'earn' anything from him. "Where are you taking me, anyway? I know this thing goes to Ironforge."

 

[Armphid]

Shiv shrugged, "I know what you're called now, but that's not your name, moss skin." He looked over at her with his insolent grin, his eyes gleaming, "She'll give you that. One that suits you. If you deserve one, I suppose. Not everyone is worthy of a name."

"That's all you get though." He sighed, "I shouldn't have told you that much, I am truly too soft-hearted." Without warning, he jerked the chain hard and threw her to the floor of the tram car they rode in. One foot came down on the back of her neck to apply a firm pressure. "You do need to speak more respectfully though, or I might have to stop being so nice."

They arrived in Ironforge ten minutes later, Garra spending all of it on the floor of the mechanical conveyance. Shiv pulled her to her feet and set out through the dwarf capital. They seemed to take a long, meandering course through the city. Long enough for it's citizens and those passing through to see the chained orc, offer their opinions and insults, and a few more barrages of rotting food and expertly aimed spittle.

Finally they came to the gates of Ironforge. The rogue whistled merrily as he walked along with Garra behind him. The wind blew lightly as fresh snow fell over the land, the chilled cobblestones of the roads dusted with powder. They veered off from the road to Kharanos, past Steelgrille's Depot, finally coming to a winding path that lead to a house of dwarf style far back from the road and set into the mountain. It was barely visible from the road, easily overlooked. He halted and pointed at it, "Misty Pine Refuge, our destination. As lovely an evening as this is, I could stand a bit more of a walk, couldn't you? Alas, we are on a schedule."

They walked up the path to the sheltered structure, guided by the light clearly seen through the windows. They paused again at the threshold. Shiv sniffed a bit, "Damn, but you stink, tusky. Can't have you introduced like that. Well, I could but she wouldn't like it. No, it wouldn't go well for you at all. Let's see...ah, I know." He turned and marched her down to the large pond nearby. He looked at it, then at Garra, and nodded. Then he quite deliberately jerked her around and kicked her into the icy water. "I really am too nice," he lamented. "Letting you get clean instead of allowing her to punish you for being so dirty. I don't expect thanks, of course, but I do hope you realize how accommodating I'm being."

He watched her for perhaps a minute, firmly holding the chain and pushing her back into the deathly cold waters when she tried to emerge from them the first few times. Once he judged her clean and cold enough, he helped her to shore. "There. Feels better to be clean, doesn't it? Up you go now, sweets, we're almost at our deadline."

Heat hit them as soon as the door opened. The inside of the house was far larger than the outside made it appear, the building having been build back and up and down and into the mountain. The door opened up into a small foyer that then entered a large open chamber with a huge fireplace at one end. Magical flames crackled and leaped within, forever burning and warming with only a pittance of fuel needed. Shiv lead Garra into the middle of the room, pushing her down onto a bearskin rug, "Kneel." A moment later, he did the same, looking down at the floor.

"Welcome back," came a warm female voice. Shiv jerked Garra's chain to keep her head down. There was the sound of two people descending a staircase, one much lighter than the other. "With a little time to spare. Very good, my servant."

"Thank you, Mistress," he answered. "You are kind. I can only hope my service has pleased you."

"It has, and you will be rewarded. You may look now, both of you." Shiv raised his head and smiled with desire laden adoration at the woman who now stood in front of the fire. She was a human woman, with a lush and generous figure; high, pert, huge breasts and a firm, bubble butt. She wore a long robe of dark purple, dark blue, and grey that clung to her body, revealing nothing while complementing everything. Her face was beautiful and keen, yet stern. Her lips were bright red, and her eyes were two sparkling emeralds. The woman's hair was the deep red of pooled blood, falling in thick, wavy locks just past her shoulders.

"Welcome, orc. I am your Mistress." Behind the woman was a massive shouldered creature, tapering away as it's body came down until it's legless form disappeared near the floor. It's stopped head gazed down balefully at Garra, blazing white eyes standing out shockingly against the swirling blue and purple energies that made up it's body. The demon rolled it's shoulders, the big hands at the end of it's long arms flexing. "Your indenture begins now. You are mine."

 

[HookerBoots]

A moment of smugness and anger - he was nothing more than a servant! - Garra froze. A warlock! Fuck. Even though she'd been shivering from the cold water, the shiver became pronounced as the voidwalker glared balefully down at her. Her hands clenched on her legs, hopefully hiding their trembling. Warlocks . . . were horrible.

Shiv tugged on her chain. "Say something, orc!"

The human woman raised an eyebrow. "Don't bother." She walked over, putting one finger under Garra's chin. "Anything she'd say now would earn her punishment." She dropped Garra's chin. "Leave the chain, and go upstairs."

He stood quickly, the chain falling to the floor with a rattle. "Yes, Mistress." Without another look back, he headed up the stairs, rubbing his hands together.

"Now then." The woman looked down at Garra, arms folded loosely over her chest. "You will address me as 'Mistress'. And as the start of your training today, you will be taking care of one of my demons."

Garra's head snapped up. "What? I . . . no! I won't!" Her eyes were wide and panicked.

One long, smooth finger waggled back and forth. "Ah, ah, ah! Not the right answer." With the wave of the same hand, the voidwalker vanished with a moaning sigh. Her hands went over her head, a sibilant whisper coming from her lips. She clapped her hands together, and a glow to one side solidified into a tall female figure, laughing in a rich voice.

The succubus strode over, her hooves clicking softly on the bare parts of the floor. "Couldn't resist, could you?"

 

[Armphid]

The warlock smiled at the lush demonic woman as she strode over to stand before the orc. "You know how few can." The succubus' blood red lips quirked into a half smile. "This one things she can resist. She hasn't said so, but you're thinking it, aren't you, orc?"

The succubus laughed, a rich and sultry sound, yet there was the promise of cruelty in it. "Oh, we'll have fun with her then," she purred. The succubus stood at about five and three quarters inches tall, her figure divine and well proportioned. Large, pert, high breasts were barely held back by a leather corset, her waist was tiny, her ass firm, glorious orbs of flesh, and her legs were shapely and luscious...until them became goat-like and hooved below the knee. Her barbed tail lashed, her wings spreading out a bit, making her look larger. Her face was too beautiful, so perfect it was alien. Her eyes burned with lust and with malice. She swung a soft looking arm and the wicked whip she carried cracked sharply. "May I, Mistress?"

"Nothing that can't be healed without a scar and don't kill her." The redhead paused a moment, "Well. Actually..." She grinned down at Garra. The warlock took out a dark purple orb of some unknown, arcane material. "Let me do this first." Garra caught a glimpse of her own face in the stone, distorted and seeming in pain, before it shattered into dust.

The warlock then nodded. "All right. Now then. No permanent marks. But, feel free to kill her." It was said nonchalantly, as if Garra's death was a matter of little importance. "Painfully, if you do." The human looked down at the orc with a tight-lipped smile. "But only if she is...a bad girl. IF she shows that she's learned her lesson, and knows her place...you may be merciful. For you."

"Yes, Mistress. You're so kind-hearted." The succubus picked up Garra's chain and yanked it, forcing the choking rogue to her feet. She leered into the orc's face. "But I'm not, mortal thing."

The warlock turned away, "Have fun, Mirevere. Teach her to be properly humble." The woman ascended the stairs, smiling. Her boy waited for her, and he had done SO well. She had a wonderful reward for him. For them both, really.

As the warlock closed the door to the upstairs hall, the demon suddenly kissed Garra, her tail twining around the orc and slipping under her wet shirt to scrape over her stomach. "You taste so good, meatling. Like fear and disgust, but I think under it all...you want what I can give you, don't you?" Shadow energies flickered to life around the succubus, pouring from her eyes into Garra's, issuing from those terribly tempting lips. "Seduction," she cooed.