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- 1-Interlude in Hellfire
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Ilyanaya was really in trouble now.
She�d given up
hope of survival a few days ago. The Eredar who had
her had made sure of that. Eredar were never kind to Draenei prisoners, and Ilyanaya�s
treatment had been no different. To tell the truth, giving up to the torture
was a kind of release. Once she accepted that she was going to die, the idea of
escaping the pain was somewhat appealing. She�d return to the elements from
which all life was formed and be among her ancestors once more. Death wasn�t
such a bad idea.
When the succubus
who had been charged with her �care� figured out why her captive could still
smile, though, she�d discovered that there were worse things than death. Losing
her soul, for instance, becoming a pawn, aware but without will, of the Eredar�
Which was what she was doing right now. Or rather, what was being done to her.
Naked, blindfolded, bound and hanging by her arms (but not gagged, oh no, the
screams should flow unhindered), she�d discovered there was still something
left to fear after all.
She�d caught a
peek of the device before she�d been blindfolded. A whip of fel-green
energy � she could feel it pulling at her, and it hadn�t even touched her yet.
And when it did, she had indeed screamed. Even the worst of the Eredars� tortures had not invoked the sheer agony she felt.
Every lash of the whip sapped a little of her soul in a tiny, ragged draw, and
it felt like every nerve of her body had been set alight. Oh, she screamed
alright. And it seemed like the process was going to be � lengthy.
By the fifth
lash, Ilyanaya was nearly mindless with the agony. So
it took her a few moments to clue in to the fact that a sixth lash hadn�t
landed, and that there were sounds of some kind of battle going on outside of
the torture chamber.
�Oh, someone�s
going to bleed for this
interruption!� the succubus snapped. Through her ragged breaths, Ilya heard the click of the succubus�s hooves as the Eredar walked towards the door. Before she had a chance to
reach it, though, there was a thunderous sound � the door shattering. Ilya could hear the succubus�s enraged snarl, and a man�s
voice shouting out a deafening battle-roar. She heard the familiar crackling
sound of a shock, and felt the temperature in the room drop by a few degrees.
The succubus gasped, and then screamed, a scream which was cut off short by
another sound. This one combined the meaty crunch of flesh and bone with the
crash of thunder and the smell of burned meat and ozone. Another
shaman then. It seemed she was not going to lose her soul today after
all.
She heard hooves
getting closer, heavier than her own, or the succubus�s. The hooves stopped
before they got to her, as though the other shaman had paused to think.
�Free me, I beg
of you! Or kill me, I don�t care � do something, if I stay here I lose my
soul!� she shouted the Draenic words desperately to
her unknown saviour.
The other shaman
stayed still for a moment, then she heard the hoof-steps resume towards her.
She heard the unsheathing of a knife or dagger, and she willed herself not to flinch
at the end. She�d be with the spirits now�
But there was no
burning line of fire across her throat. Instead, a rough arm hoisted her up,
and she heard the shearing of the rope holding her up. She was slung, still
bound and blindfolded, over a rough spauldered
shoulder. Then her world spun, and she lost consciousness before she could ask
the name of the Draenei shaman who saved her.

The first thing Ilya became aware of when she became conscious was the
complete and utter lack of pain. It had been at least a month since she had
last been completely pain-free, and it felt novel, and wonderful. The second
thing she became aware of was the fact that she was warm, and that she was
lying on her side on something soft. She smelled the smoke of a fire, and felt
the waves of heat on her skin. That was when she realized she was still naked,
still bound, and still blindfolded.
�What � huh?� she
gasped, and started to struggle, still weak from the fel-whip�s
draining effects. She heard movement from nearby, and then a hand gripped her
shoulder. She flinched, and froze, the memories of her month of torture
overcoming her for a moment. But no blows followed, no pain blossomed anew.
�Whoever you are,
I really appreciate your rescuing me, you have no idea how bad things were in
there, but please, would you untie me?� she asked.
�I don�t
understand that. Do you speak Orcish?� a deep voice
asked her. Or at least she thought that�s what he said, she knew a little Orcish, but she was by no means fluent. A dread realization
started to overcome her � what if her �rescuer� was from the Horde? But no�
she�d heard hooves�
�Please, take
rope off?� she asked in halting Orcish. She could
hear the other moving, the sound of the knife leaving the sheath again, and
then he grabbed her head. She froze, but all that was cut was the knot of the
blindfold. As it fell away, she blinked, and then gasped as the reality of her
�rescuer� hit home.
He had hooves,
yes, and horns, and a tail just like she� but the brown eyes that looked back
at her were set within a cowlike face. He had a gold
ring in his nose, and his horns were capped in iron. He was spotted, just like
the cows she�d once seen on a trip to Elwyn. Oh shit, a Tauren.
How could she forget they also had hooves and shamans? How could she be so
stupid to assume that her rescuer was Draenei like
herself?
He said something
to her, of which she only understood �leave rope for now�, and �what should I
do with you�, and sat back down, crossing his arms as he looked at her. Ilya eyed him uncertainly. Like most males of his species,
he was big. He was also well armored in fine quality mail, and armed with a
massive, two handed hammer. He had to be skilled to have made into, and out of,
the Eredars� cave alive.
She felt a bit of
fear then, and realized that she didn�t want to die after all. �Please no
kill?� she whispered, �Take to Telhamat?� Hope had
returned it seemed�
The Tauren looked thoughtful for a moment, then
responded in pidgin Orcish. Ilya
realized he was trying to make himself easier to
understand. �Not heal and then kill. Not�� he spoke a term in another language,
but the way he said it indicated distaste. �Telhamat
give gold for Draenei woman? How much? Draenei woman-�
another unknown word, this time Orcish. She
thought he was asking about her value.
At that point she
broke down crying. �I worth no gold,� she said in a tiny voice. She had no
family, and Telhamat had no resources to spare,
especially not for a wayward young shaman who bit off more than she could chew
and gotten herself captured, first by the Eredar, and
then by the Horde. They�d be grateful to have her back alive, but there was no
way they would give any gold for her return, not to someone from the Horde. She
was unskilled enough that her loss would hurt less than the financial blow.
Once again she regretted coming through the portal so soon.
He grabbed her
horns and gently turned her head so that her eyes met his, and gave her a long,
thoughtful look. Then he said something that made her tremble.
�Then I have a
new toy.�
She whimpered.
�No worry, little Draenei. I will be gentle first time.� the Tauren�s
bestial mouth curved in a wide grin. He stood up then, and scooped her up and
slung her over his shoulder. She struggled, but the succubus�s bonds held, and
she was still weak. She tried to kick, but between the well-made mail and the
fact that her legs were still tied together, she found no purchase. She tried
to reach for her shamanic powers to call the elements to rescue her, and gasped
as she realized her magical energy was nearly gone. All she could manage was a
faint spark from her fingertips. What had that fel-whip
done to her?
The Tauren carried her for a short distance, then put her down
gently beside a boulder, which he proceeded to drape a thick bedroll over. Before
she could figure out what the heck he was doing, he lifted her up again and
pushed her over the boulder, with her ass in the air and her hands and head
sprawled over the downhill side. Oh. Padding. Small comforts, she thought, and tried not to
tense up. She knew from her experiences with the Eredar
that it was much worse the more tense she was. But the Tauren
was also bigger than the Eredar troops who had raped
her. Safe to assume his cock was too. She steeled herself for what was to come.
And jumped in surprise at the feel of a firm slap across her ass.
�Pretty blue
butt.� said the Tauren.
What the fuck? She
thought. Is he going to get this over
with, or what? The thought distracted her for a moment, enough to make her
jump again when she felt something brush between her legs and against her
cleft. She tried to freeze again, tried to force herself to relax for the
inevitable penetration. She realized suddenly that it was a finger, and it
probed her shallowly and gently for a moment before withdrawing.
�No wet yet,�
said the Tauren. Again, she was gripped with a sense
of confusion. What kind of rapist gave a rat�s ass about whether his victim was
ready for it? Was he expecting her to eagerly await this?
She felt him cut
the ropes binding her knees together, but he left the ones binding her hooves.
He pushed her knees apart, using the boulder as leverage, and she struggled for
a moment. She felt him keep one hand on her ankles, holding her legs apart,
while another lifted her tail. She felt his warm breath on her bare ass, and
then was shocked to feel his tongue snaking its way between her legs. She
gasped, and squirmed.
His tongue was
warm and moist, and a little rough. The gasp turned into an involuntary moan as
he licked her clit. As promised, he was gentle. Gentle enough that despite
herself, she felt a shiver of pleasure.
�Mmm, good� said the Tauren,
between licks. Ilya stopped trying to kick, but
couldn�t help squirming and gasping. Obviously this guy had practice,
he seemed to know exactly what he was doing. He let her tail rest between his
horns, and pushed her legs farther apart, allowing greater access to her pussy.
As his tongue made circles around her clit, he slid a thick finger into her.
She couldn�t help herself. Moaning, she leveraged herself against the boulder
as much as she could and pushed back against him. Obligingly, he moved his
finger in and out slowly, never stopping his licking.
The pressure was
building inside her, the first true pleasure she�d felt at all in well over a
month. Perhaps it was the Tauren�s skill, perhaps it
was the simple urge of life after being so close to death, but she was raging
with desire. Just before she was about to come, however, the Tauren withdrew his tongue and hands, and stepped back from
her.
�Nooo don�t stop�� she panted, forgetting to speak Orcish. It didn�t seem to matter, the Tauren
caught the meaning anyway. She heard him laugh, and then heard the clanking
sound of mail being removed.
�Now you�re
ready, and so am I.� he said. She felt his
hands on her ass, positioning her for better access. Then she felt the hot,
hard press of his cock against her mound. How big was he? She couldn�t see. Draenei were bigger than the other races in the Alliance, but the Tauren were bigger still.
It seemed she wasn�t
going to find out right away, for the Tauren was not
done playing with his new toy. He lifted her hindquarters up slightly, rubbing
himself against her. She felt him rub his veined shaft up between the lips of
her pussy, the ridge where the head began tormenting her clit. She moaned,
trying to match his movements. The rope tying her ankles made it difficult for
her to do much. She was truly at his mercy.
The Tauren, noticing her efforts, chuckled, �good Draenei.� He varied his teasing, sometimes pulling away
until she couldn�t feel him, making her wonder where he was going to show up
next, sometimes rubbing the tip at the entrance. Her own juices were making him
slicker and slicker, and she felt like she was on
fire. She was panting, her breaths coming in high pitched gasps.
�Do you want it?�
the Tauren asked, pressing the head of his cock
between her lips.
�Yes, by the Naaru, yes!� she shouted, forgetting to speak Orcish.
She felt him pull
back a little, and a forlorn whimper escaped her lips.
�Do you want it?� he asked again, a
little more insistently.
�Yes, yes, do it!� she shouted again, this time in Orcish.
With a grunt, he plunged his burning cock deep inside her. A wordless cry of
pleasure escaped her. He was indeed larger than Draenei
men, large enough for her to feel the difference, but he�d prepared her well
enough that there was no pain. �Oh gods,� she moaned.
He lifted her
rear again, his hands around her hips, and started to
thrust. Each push brought a gasp from her. The force of his thrusts pushed her
forward on the bedroll; her breasts were pressed roughly against the fabric.
The sensation only added to the pleasure. Her moans were becoming louder,
matched by his grunts.
She was close,
very close, to coming. She arched her back and brought her knees closer
together, squeezing him, and was rewarded with his gasp and momentary pause.
Then he renewed his grip on her hips and pulled back onto himself, harder and
deeper than she thought possible. Screaming, she came. He shoved into her hard
twice, and she felt the pulse of his own orgasm, his hot come gushing inside
her. She gasped for breath, hearing his own harsh
breathing echoing hers.
�Not bad for a Draenei,� he said, and pulled out. She felt his come
trickle down her legs.
�Not bad for a Tauren,� she replied, satisfied. No, not bad at all, and definitely better than losing my soul to the Eredar. All in all, there are worse fates than being a Tauren�s pet, especially this Tauren.
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