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Hell Cavern	By : Koori Category: +S through Z > World of Warcraft Views: 3542 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Author Notes: This story was published on another site, moving it here because of its adult content.

Hell Cavern
Chapter One
A burly Night Elf used the tip of a mining pick to mark a large stone; it joined hundreds of other similar scores. It had been over ten years since his capture by Illidan Stormrage. Calloused fingers traced the calendar, when the first mark had been made he assumed rescue was only days away, he no longer dreamt of escape. Though, with the recent arrival of Horde and Alliance armies to the Outlands it was more probable than it had been in the last decade.
"Falcon, a new batch of recruits are being paraded, we should really go take a look. We've been down a man the last month and our numbers are …"
"The same as they have always been," the Night Elf said, interrupting the dwarf that was speaking. "I swore our production would not suffer."
"Aye that you did lad, but at what cost?" the dwarf asked. "You and Crystal have been working the mine through any meager break we get; you're not only killing yourself but the lass as well."
Falcon sighed and rubbed his eyes. "All right, Sid. How much do we have in the communal coffers?"
"One-thousand give or take a few coins; we haven't spent any in a long time." The dwarf said.
"That should be plenty to buy a recruit …"
"It has to be a dwarf, we lost one of our own … should be replaced …"
"Of course, you pick the one you want and I'll make it happen." Just then the surrounding camps started shouting curses. "Ah it seems today's auction has a special guest." Falcon said as he fell in step beside the dwarf. They moved to the outskirts of their camp, shuffling down the street were about a dozen shackled recruits. Other misfortunate Alliance and Horde citizens that had been unlucky enough not to be killed by Illidan and his forces, instead they would join the hundred other 'recruits' that worked the mine.
Being led separately by a large winged demon was the recipient of the curses and taunts. A hood concealed his face but his pale slender build gave away his race, a Sin'dorei as Falcon was told they were called now.
"Another officer that got on Illidan's bad side, poor bloke," Sid said without sympathy. "The hood is new and a nice touch, though."
Falcon frowned. He shared no love for his traitorous cousins but what awaited him was truly a fate worse than death. The troll and orc camp across the way, apply named "Elfkillers" enforced his reasoning, as they shouted their sexual intentions.
"Looks like Demoncraft's camp is going to have a little extra lovin tonight," Sid said with a smirk. "At least it will be over quickly for him, they never have kept one alive more than the first night."
Falcon shook his head. "There are two dwarves, recognize either of them?"
Sid concentrated, bringing his pipe to his lips. "Nay, but I'd like the bonny lass it's been awhile …"
"You know there is no way I'm going to let you near her?" Falcon said. "We're looking for someone to work the mines with us, not for your bed."
"Oh lad, you hurt this old dwarf's heart … all I was going to say is it has been awhile since I have a shared a mug of ale with such a lovely lady. Those blue skinned women are okay but nothing as fine as a dwarven …"
"Understood, my apologies," Falcon said. The shackled prisoners were stopped at the steps of a small wooden stage where they would be auctioned off one at a time. The other five clans would also be bidding trying to fill out their ranks. For the most part each camp kept to their own kind … Elfkillers would most likely tag any orcs or trolls, Silverhelm would take any Alliance members others didn't, Ironsong would be the biggest problem, the mostly dwarf camp might be bidding against them for the female that had caught Sid's fancy. The Greatwolf Clan would bid on the Taurens and Deathshiver is where the Forsaken would end up. Only his Clan Earthhunter had split their allegiance down the middle, under his protection were four other Kaldorei or Night Elves and four dwarves. The other camps usually had a work force of twenty but Falcon preferred to keep his Clan smaller. Their profits did not suffer; the Earthhunters processed more ore than any of the other clans.
A demon stepped up on the stage and cracked a whip silencing the crowd. "We'll save the best for last but I thought you might like a sneak peek." It snarled in Common. The Sin'dorei prisoner was roughly dragged up the steps, stumbling as he wasn't given time to find his footing. His iron shackles were attached to a large pole in center of the stage, keeping his hands bound above his head. The hood was roughly pulled off and a mane of black hair tumbled out. Two terrified eyes looked around as the Blood Elf pleaded with his captors.
A soft gasp came from Falcon's shoulder and he glanced over at his mate, Crystal. Her long silver hair like always was braided and hanging over her shoulder. He was slightly alarmed at her gaze. "What is it beloved?"
"He's just a child, by Elune … how did he end up here? I bet he isn't even out of the academy."
Falcon looked back up on the stage; the young elf had just been stripped of the simple gown he had been in, much to the excitement of the Elfkillers. The Night Elf had seen this sort of display many times in his years of captivity. Crystal was right; this one didn't behave like the other officers that had found themselves in this dire situation. They had kept their damn cocky attitudes until their death screams were heard in the night.
This Sin'dorei kept his gaze down only when his jaw was forcefully lifted could his horrified eyes been seen. His cheeks were damp with tears and his whole body shook with sobs as a large troll shouted out his evening plans.
"We can't let them have him," Crystal whispered.
Falcon raised an eyebrow. "He'll only suffer eight hours or so until the kill him. It's probably better than being stuck in this hell for the next ten years."
"Suffer? You've seen the bodies after they get done pleasuring themselves! Please, beloved …"
The leader of the Earthhunters scowled. "I will not have a Sin'dorei in my camp. He'll be gone and forgotten …"
"He is the same age as your brother …"
"Enough!" Falcon snapped. "Return to our hut, I will not listen to this drabble any longer!" His wife let out a soft sob and ran off. Falcon sighed and turned his attention back to the auction.
"All right we'll leave this eye candy here for all to enjoy until the end, for now who will give me a hundred for this fine Tauren here?" The large demon asked.
As predicted the Tauren was sold to the Greatwolf Clan, who had to bid slightly more than they probably would have liked as Elfkillers bid against them a couple times trying to get them to spend more coins and leave them out of the running for the Blood Elf at the end.
Luck was with them as the female dwarf was the next to the stage, other Clans wouldn't be ready to empty their purses this early into the sales. The Ironforge daughter held herself proudly as the demon started pointing out some of her attributes. Sid swore softly as a claw scraped across her chest.
"This one not only comes with breasts but dinner too!" The demon said pointing to a bound boar that Falcon had failed to notice.
Falcon held up a hand catching the auctioneer's attention, he spread out five fingers. The demon nodded. "Seems our opening bid is five-hundred do I hear six?" There was a collective gasp from the other Clan Leaders. His bid was a bit steep but he really didn't want to play games today, his wife's display had put him in a foul mood.
Bloodhammer, the leader of the Ironsong Dwarves, glanced over at him and nodded. "Take good care of her, lad."
"Always."
The demon tried to get others to bid but no one was interested with ten more prospective and cheaper recruits. Sid patted Falcon on the arm as the female dwarf and boar were led off the stage. Walking over to the strongbox that had been sitting on the table, Falcon took out the needed coins and traded them for the dwarf.
"Let's get you out of those iron bracelets, lass." Sid said. "I bet you have a lot of questions."
"Aye, but a mug of ale would make your answers a lot easier to swallow," she said.
Sid gave her a comforting smile. "I'll see what I can do. Shar, get the irons hot in the forge," he yelled at another bearded dwarf.
Falcon turned his attention away from the dwarves; they would take good care of their latest addition and fill her in on her new life. He watched the auction as the demon moved quickly through the sales. This was probably a good thing as the Elfkillers became more and more excited and their taunts became more colorful.
Falcon got mildly concerned when a Night Elf Maiden was almost sold to the orcs and trolls but luckily Clan Silverhelm came through and outbid them at the last moment. That probably emptied their coffers. A female troll was the last one of the normal recruits; the shackled tusked woman was dragged forcefully up to the stage.
Glancing over at the closed door of his hut Falcon sighed. Elfkillers opened their bid with fifty coins, confident no one else would bid against them. Falcon rose up his hand and lifted two fingers. The demon nodded. "I have two-hundred, do I hear three?"
Demoncraft snarled and spat at him. The orc leader raised three fingers and Falcon countered with four. There was a soft jab in his side. "What the hell are you doing?" Sid demanded. Falcon didn't answer; his eyes were on the orc.
The Blood Elf was only one night of enjoyment; Clan Elfkiller was seriously lacking when it came to troll and orc females. Demoncraft spat again and raised a full hand. Falcon closed his fist signaling the end of his bid and the troll female was sold for five hundred to the Elfkillers.
"All right now the moment you've all been waiting for … what will you give me for this lovely prize?" The demon prodded the Blood Elf whom seemed to have fallen into some sort of trance.
"Show us his better side!" A troll shouted.
The demon jerked on the shackles and turned the elf around, so his bare backside was shown to the crowd.
"Is he a virgin?" Another Elfkiller shouted.
The demon let out a hearty chuckle and slid a clawed finger down the elf's ass. A moment later the Sin'dorei let out a scream. "Yes," the winged creature replied, wiping his finger into the hair of the bound elf.
"Elfkillers bid three-hundred," Demoncraft said.
"Five," Falcon said.
"Six," Demoncraft countered.
"Seven." Falcon said calmly.
The orc swore. "He's ours!"
"Then I suggest you up your bid," Falcon said.
"Lad, are you still trying to get them to empty their purses?" Sid said at his side in a hushed voice. "There really isn't any need this is the last one …"
There was some activity in the Elfkiller's camp and a troll ran over to Demoncraft handing him a small leather bag.
"Eight!" The orc said triumphantly.
"A thousand," Falcon said.
"Lair! There is no way your Clan has that many coins!" Demoncraft shouted.
"My clan doesn't … but I do." Falcon pulled out a leather pouch from a hidden pocket in his vest.
"The bid stands at a thousand …" the demon said.
Demoncraft sputtered and closed his fist. "I hope he slits your blue skinned throat," the orc snarled as he led away his very angry clan.
"Sold," the demon said.
"Um … lad … what the hell did you just do?"
Falcon handed the entire bag of coins over and took the chain attached to the Blood Elf's shackles. The demon whispered something unheard in the prisoner's ear and panicked eyes darted over at the Night Elf as another sob escaped. "No … no," the Sin'dorei pleaded.
"Do you understand me?" Falcon asked.
"No I don't understand a damn thing you're doing," Sid said throwing up his hands.
"I'll explain in a moment, let me get this one settled."
"You are NOT taking off his shackles," Sid demanded.
"I'm not stupid," Falcon said his own voice raising. The other members of the Clan looked up from their various chores as looks of alarm crossed some of the faces. Falcon waived off any protests. "Give me thirty seconds and then we can discuss our latest addition."
Falcon dragged the elf over to his hut and opened the door, he found Crystal laying on the bedroll. He shoved the Sin'dorei toward her; the bound one stumbled and fell on top of his mate. "Here … keep him shackled and if I don't come back make sure you use that dagger there and kill him quickly I doubt the others will be as merciful."
Relief and alarm crossed the face of his wife. "Will they challenge you?"
"Hell, I'd challenge me … the things I do for you … stay safe."
"I love you!" Crystal said as she untangled herself from the traumatized Sin'dorei.
"I know, try to calm him." Sighing Falcon stepped back outside to face his angry clan members.
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