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Proud No More	By : Red_Anticius Category: +S through Z > World of Warcraft Views: 61800 -:- Recommendations : 5 -:- Currently Reading : 3
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Chapter 11: Edge of Ecstasy

            “Uhhhh! Ohhhh! Huuuh!”

            The giant war wolf rode her hard like the alpha it was. It had been four hours since it first entered the human’s inviting pussy but it was still going strong. The erstwhile archmage turned fuck slave underneath it had her hands tied behind her back and had been fucked into a mindless rapture. The overabundance of Aphoria that ran in her veins had made her defenseless to even the wolf’s unrefined rutting. The ground beneath them was damp with her juices from the countless drug-enhanced orgasms she had been subjected to. Even now, she was being helplessly driven to another climax.

            “Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!”

            Jaina’s painted blue toes curled tightly in a cute expression of her sexual subjugation. Her entire body shuddered from the unwanted ecstasy. The aphrodisiac made the wolf’s long, lupine cock feel deliciously satisfying as it plumbed her slick, quivering tunnel with feral enthusiasm. Yet through the haze of her obscene degradation, she hung onto one thought.

            “You’ll pay for this Garrosh!”

            When she had first been brought back to Orgrimmar, Garrosh had punished her by making her ride the Pride Breaker for a month straight. But despite this terrifying ordeal, the unrepentant sorceress did not go back to the cowed, mewling demeanor she’d had before Anduin had rescued her. Instead, she shouted angrily at her captors throughout the month, professing her hatred of them and vowing revenge. Garrosh had been excited at the prospect of breaking her again. But after seeing her king die in front of her, and knowing that her companion, the Ranger-General, had also been captured and was no doubt being subjected to some manner of cruel rape, the human’s bitter contempt for the Horde had reached new heights. A fire had been relit in the depths of her soul. She was made a slave again, but she promised herself she would never again be a cooperative one.

            The Warchief’s annoyance with her resistance mirrored his frustration with the ongoing war effort. After an initial string of victories, the True Horde was beginning to falter in a number of key battlegrounds. It seemed that the death of the High King galvanized the Alliance rather than demoralized them. They harried his forces at every turn and started winning back lost territory throughout Azeroth. It didn’t help that he seemed to be dealing with a mutinous organization operating within his own ranks. Strategic objectives and Horde war plans kept getting leaked at just the right moment, and Garrosh couldn’t yet tell how it was happening.

            But he reassured himself that it was no serious matter. This was the Alliance’s final hurrah before their total defeat. A flame burns brightest just before it is extinguished. Moreover, the Warchief had a number of contingency plans in the works, just in case. Some were rather practical, while others involved dark magic and dragons and other things he’d rather not rely on.

            And just like he knew he would ultimately crush the Alliance, he knew he would once again break Proudmoore’s spirit. After the first month, Garrosh tried a different tactic. For the last few weeks, he had quadrupled her intake of Aphoria. She now lived in a constant state of erotic delirium, drunk from the high of her last orgasm and on the brink of her next one. For 18 hours every day, the True Horde ran a brutal train on her over-fucked ass and pussy. At the end of each day, the Warchief would continue the domination by stringing her up in chains, injecting her holes with Aphoria-S, and sealing them all night with vibrators so that even her dreams were besieged by sexual torment.

            “Heuk! Ahhn! Ohhhh, shit! Ahhhhhhhh!”

            The beautiful sorceress trembled anew as the war wolf finally succumbed to her spasming pussy and, with a bestial howl, bathed her womb with its seed. Jaina felt its hot, sticky discharge fill her entirely before overflowing from her lips and seeping voluminously down her naked thighs. With a wet squelching sound, the animal pulled itself from her depths, causing more of its cum to cascade from her tender pussy.

            “Awwwwww, fuck…” groaned the defiled mage, shamed at how empty she felt without the canine’s cock.

            “What do you think, goblin?” asked Garrosh, standing to the side and casually watching the human’s degradation.

            “Her body is at peak sexual proficiency. It is unlikely there are any females with more carnal endurance than this bitch in the entire continent. But even more remarkable is her heretofore mental defiance. She should have broken weeks ago, but somehow her hatred of the Horde has been able to sustain both her sanity and her rebellious spirit,” Gazlowe commented analytically.

            “So what do you suggest?”

            “I believe we have no choice but to begin enacting the next phase of her punishment. Although I cannot guarantee her mind will come through unscathed, Warchief,” the goblin cautioned.

            “Do it,” Garrosh commanded. “We shall see the limits of her resolve.”

            On the floor in front of them, the ravished, sweat-drenched sorceress panted from heat and exhaustion, the Aphoria in her veins still potent and affecting her. She ignored her captors’ conversation and focused on catching her breath and taming the unnatural, insatiable, surging lust within her. From behind her, a couple of Kor’kron warriors picked her up easily and dragged her off to a different room. There, they looped the ropes around her restrained wrists to a hook on the ceiling, forcing her to stand on her toes with her body stretched taut. Then they both left.

            To Jaina’s surprise, they were replaced by a human woman a few minutes later. She had short dark hair and an athletic figure that was barely covered by her lacey black lingerie. The matching black stilettos she wore further accentuated her already long legs as she sauntered into the room.

            “Vancleef!” the sorceress exclaimed.

            “Yes, Kul Tiran slut, it’s me,” the master rogue replied. “My master has ordered me to help subdue your stubborn spirit.”

            “You traitorous bitch! You murdered the High King! And for what? What was the price for your supreme treachery, assassin? You--”

            *SMACK!*

            “HAAH!”

            Jaina’s emotional reproof was interrupted by a swift strike upon her alabaster ass from a riding crop Vanessa had seemingly pulled out of nowhere.

            “Don’t worry about that, whore. I received my just desserts enough. I’m a slave to the Horde now, same as you. I am made to service these bastards with my body like a fuck toy. My pussy and ass have been raped by them more times than I can count. And when my performance is unsatisfactory, they whip me until I faint. Sometimes they whip me regardless just for their sick pleasure,” the former queenpin said matter-of-factly.

            “You deserve no less! For what you did to the Alliance, I will personally ensure you never--”

            *SMACK!*

            “YUUH!”

            “I’m not here to talk, witch. Like I said, I have been ordered to tame you. My master says he doesn’t think I will succeed, but I intend to break you, as indeed I have been broken. He says if you beg me to cum, he will allow me a week’s reprieve from his lash.”

            “You fool! I’ll never beg you for anything!”

            Vanessa ignored her, apparently deciding further discussion was pointless. She moved to the side of the room to a wall where several ominous instruments of sexual torture hung. It was obvious what some of them were meant for, although there were also devices Jaina had never seen before. Who knows what sick techniques they could be used for. These were even more frightening to the restrained sorceress than the relatively mundane studded dildos and nipple clamps, although she did her best to hide her apprehension.

            The master rogue picked out a paintbrush and a bucket of what Jaina recognized unmistakably as Aphoria and brought it over to the sorceress. As it happens, Garrosh and his subordinates had learned a few things from the reports Dalaran had sent regarding the progress of the Ranger-General’s training. Vanessa dipped the brush into the Aphoria and began painting it onto the bound sorceress’ lithe body.

            “Uhhk!”

            Jaina tried to repress her vocalizations as much as possible, but as always, the drug was just too powerful. Vanessa worked the sinister liquid all over Jaina’s body, quickly enflaming her lust. Under the assassin’s deft brushwork, the archmage couldn’t help but quiver in pleasure from the expert stimulation. Her nectar immediately began flowing from her flower and a blush had broken out across her rosy tits. When Vanessa brought the brush’s attention to her stiff nipples, the helpless sorceress arched her back in response.

            “Guhh, you bitch! Oooh!”

            Vanessa ignored her and continued diligently with her work. Over the next half hour, she painted and repainted every inch of the sorceress’ sensuous body, driving her libido to lofty heights. What had started as an occasional gasp of pleasure was now a chorus of wanton moans. The archmage’s tight body was covered in sweat in addition to the drug as she did her best to resist it. She was determined to try and fight off cumming for as long as she could. But the former queenpin was very patient and took her time with this project. It was going to take meticulous finesse to break the archmage.

            “Ahhhn! Heuk! Ohhhh! Uhhhnn!”

            Finally, Vanessa began targeting the archmage’s pearl directly with her brush. Instantly, Jaina’s body went rigid as she braced herself against the intense stimulation.

            “Hahh! Ahhh! Shit, I can’t stop it! Ahhh! Noooo! C-Cumming!”

            *SMACK*

            “YOW!”

            Jaina’s world came crashing down in pain as Vanessa viciously struck her defenseless clitoris with the riding crop, ruining her chances of reaching orgasm.

            “Oh no, Kul Tiran slut, you can’t cum that easily. Remember what I said? I expect you to beg me for that privilege,” Vanessa admonished.

            “Fuck you, you damn traitor!” the archmage fired back.

            Again ignoring her, Vanessa took the brush to Jaina’s pale, restrained body again and began working her back up. In total, she did this dozens of times. Each time, the sorceress despaired more as the drug’s assault continued to build up without even the temporary release valve of orgasm. Whenever she was close to the peak, her tormentor would smack her viciously with the riding crop and restart the whole process. Jaina became a desperate, trembling mess of sensitive nerves and unsatisfied desires.

            “Huhhhnnn! You vicious bitch! Just f-finish me already!” Jaina exclaimed pathetically.

            *SMACK*

            “YUUH!”

            “That doesn’t sound like begging to me, Proudmoore,” the outlaw taunted.

            Going from over one hundred orgasms a day to now being actively denied an outlet to her sexual torment, Jaina’s body was in hell. Physically, there was nothing more she wanted to do than cum, regardless of the circumstances. But her pride refused to let her surrender to Vancleef. The price of her defiance was the most effective edging she had ever experienced. The master rogue played her body like a fine instrument, extracting an exquisite chorus of sensuous moans from the sorceress.

            After a full day of sexual frustration, Vanessa finally stopped her devilish ministrations. She could see the tension in Jaina’s high-strung body. A build like the archmage’s was built for carnal pleasure, not denial. It was practically screaming for release from her pent-up lust. Her creamy white thighs were quivering, her pussy was dripping in arousal, and she couldn’t stop her petite asshole from twitching. Her whole body was plastered in sweat and aphrodisiac. At this point, a stiff breeze could have taken her over the edge into ultimate rapture.

            But it was not to be. Vanessa released her wrists from the hook on the ceiling and re-secured her arms behind her back. She then called in a couple Kor’kron guards to take her to a cell for the night. There was nothing in her cell, and Jaina had to sleep on the floor with her arms still tied behind her back. As much as she wanted to finish herself off, she couldn’t touch herself with her hands bound the way they were, and there was nothing in her spartan room to use either. The archmage barely slept that night, and when she did, her dreams were filled with erotic images of her being ravaged by Horde cocks.

            The next day progressed like the first, with Vanessa using the Aphoria-tipped paintbrush and the riding crop in turn to viciously edge the sorceress. Jaina could feel her resistance being peeled away, little by little. She didn’t know how much longer she could take this treatment. A part of her began fantasizing about submitting to Vancleef, if only notionally. All she had to do was say she surrendered, right? What was the harm in that?

            But before that happened, on the third day, something changed. While Vanessa was toying with the helpless sorceress, someone new entered the room.

            “Still not done, fuck slave?” asked the hulking grey orc. Jaina recognized this imposing figure as Malkorok, one of Garrosh’s closest advisors. “I thought I taught you better.”

            “Master, my sincerest apologies! This whore is more stubborn than anticipated, but I’m almos--”

            “No excuses! Make yourself naked and present yourself for punishment,” Malkorok interrupted.

            “Yes, master,” Vanessa responded immediately by stepping out of her lingerie and heels and getting on her knees in front of the orc. Then she cupped her impressive bust with both hands and offered her milky tits to her master. The orc warrior walked to the side of the room and picked out a bull whip from the wall.

            *WHI-PSSSHHHH!*

            “HYAAH!”

            *WHI-PSSSHHHH!*

            “HYAAH!”

            *WHI-PSSSHHHH!*

            “HYAAH!”

            Malkork lashed his slave three times in rapid succession upon her heaving breasts. The stoic assassin took the whipping with admirable resolve and maintained her position. When she saw her master put the whip down, she instantly turned around, got on all fours, and offered her ass to him.

            “Thank you for punishing your slave, master,” the former defias queenpin said. “If it pleases you, please make use of my sinful body to sate your desires.”

            Malkorok laughed at Jaina’s shocked expression, before stepping out of his trousers and approaching the rogue. In a rare show of consideration, he spat on his hard cock before sheathing himself within Vanessa’s enticing dark hole.

            “Heeuuhhk!” cried the rogue.

            “Don’t be surprised, Proudmoore,” Malkorok said to Jaina. “The Warchief asked me for my assistance in corrupting you. I simply gave my slave here a chance to go first. Evidently, she has failed.”

            “Tell her how I broke you, wench,” Malkorok ordered to Vanessa now. “Look her in the eyes as you do it. Paint a vivid picture for us. Tell her how I tamed your wild spirit and made you my bitch. How I conquered your body and made it my cock sleeve.”

            “Hahh! Yes master,” Vanessa said as she lifted her head to lock eyes with Jaina. The master rogue’s face showed a mixture of emotions. She burned with the humiliation of being sodomized in front of the sorceress. She also strained with the effort of working her ass on the oversized orc’s member, the tendons in her neck clearly standing out. Nevertheless, she obediently narrated her debasement between gasps of pleasure.

            “My master attached weighted clamps to my nipples and cunt. Uhhh! Then he mercilessly whipped my lusty body into sub--Ahhh! Submission. Even after I surrendered, my master kept whipping me. H-He made me expose myself and whipped me hard on my asshole. Huhhnn! I… I even pissed myself in front of him, furthering my--Ohhh! My shame. Then he fucked my tender asshole until--Uhhhn! Until I passed out. Since then, my master has given me the gift of his cock every day. If m--Ahhh! If my performance is ever unsatisfactory, he whips me until I correct myself. I am grateful for my master’s attention and am honored to be his fuck slave. Ohhh! Hahhh! Hahhhhh!”

            Jaina felt conflicted as she watched the outlaw’s superfine body shudder in a toe-curling orgasm, her cute feet accented by her painted black toenails. The orc continued plunging into the depth of her warm ass canal as she came. She watched her enemy’s beautiful face contort in pleasure, her normally intelligent eyes dulled by the sexual fog of climax. She hated her and felt some vindication at this turn of events, but she also couldn’t help but feel a twinge of empathy for the broken assassin. Like herself, Vancleef was once a leader of her people. She was a powerful woman of exceptional talents. Now, naked and subdued, being anally raped by the savage orc, she made for a truly pitiful sight.

            Vanessa engaged her ass through the throes of her orgasm, trying to maximize the pleasure of her master like she’d been taught. She reached down and began rubbing her clit as well to lengthen her climax and increase both her own pleasure and the orc’s. Needing no further encouragement, Malkorok came deep inside the woman’s ass.

            “Ohhhhhh! Your cock feels so good in my ass, master! Thank you for the gift of your seed. Huurrruhhhnn!” Vanessa moaned as she felt his hot spunk fill her. Once he pulled out, she again acted automatically by turning to face him and washing his dirty cock with her tongue.

            “You see? Soon you will be just like her, Proudmoore,” Malkorok threatened menacingly. After Vanessa was done cleaning him, he pushed her away and approached the restrained sorceress. Jaina was still trembling from three days of masterful edging. Vanessa’s slavish performance only further stimulated the archmage’s arousal. She flinched away from the orc when he palmed her tit with his hand.

            “I’ll never be a slave again!” Jaina retorted bravely.

            “You already are, whore. You are a slave to your own body’s shameless lust. Allow me to show you,” Malkorok countered. The imposing grey orc inserted the tip of his still-hard dick into Jaina’s sopping love tunnel and held it there, only an inch inside her.

            “Heeuuuuhhhh!” Jaina moaned wantonly. After the last few days with no direct penetrative stimulation, the orc’s cock felt beyond exquisite.

            “How does it feel, slut?”

            “Fuck you, orc bastard!” Jaina gasped out.

            “Tell you what, Proudmoore, I will offer you a wager. If you can keep your sloppy cunt from creaming on my cock for just five minutes, I’ll take that collar off you. You can then attempt another pointless escape by trying to fight your way out of Orgrimmar. How about it? You have nothing to lose,” Malkorok said. Then, without waiting for a reply, he began sinking deeper into the sorceress’ moist folds.

            “Ohhhhhhhhhhhh, fuuuuck!” Jaina cried out while arching her back instinctively. She didn’t believe the orc for a second, but she also didn’t want to cum for him immediately like a virgin schoolgirl desperate for sex. She hooked her legs behind the orc’s back to try and guide the pace of his fucking. Five minutes seemed like an eternity away, but she would do what she could to maintain her dignity. At least that’s what she told herself.

            Malkorok chuckled as he felt her legs cross behind him. Perhaps she wanted to try and control what little she could of the situation. But whether she admitted it or not, she was already under the control of her overpowering libido. Rather than slowing him down, her heels digging into his back seemed to be egging him on. As he began plunging into her soaking depths, he noticed her hips unconsciously buck to meet him with each thrust. She was still staving off her orgasm as best she could, but her body betrayed her each step of the way.

            “I can feel your pussy flesh quivering, human harlot. Is this the best you can do?” Malkorok taunted.

            “Uhhhn! Hahhh! Fuck! Ahhhh!” Jaina moaned, too distracted to quip back.

            “Perhaps your other hole could use some attention as well. Fuck slave, eat out the bitch’s ass,” the orc commanded.

            “Yes, master,” Vanessa replied, although she hated the idea of having to service the former noblewoman’s backdoor. Nevertheless, she dutifully crawled behind the sorceress, cupped her bouncing ass cheeks with her hands, and danced her deft tongue over Jaina’s sphincter. She coyly probed her opening a few times before eventually entering her twitching hole and stimulating her in earnest.

            “Huhhhhhhh!”

            Jaina didn’t stand a chance. The two-pronged assault was staggering. The orc’s thick member made her belly flutter and her pussy gush, while the rogue’s nimble tongue made her toes curl and asshole spasm. She had been denied the glorious release of orgasm for far too long. The sorceress’ hypersensitive body had been building to this crescendo for three long days, and no one could blame her for giving in now. Moaning, panting, sweating, and trembling all over, Jaina surrendered herself to the pleasure.

            “Heeuhhh! Uhhhhnnn! I can’t stop it! Ohhhh, fuck! Ohhhh, gods! I’m going to cum! Unnngghh! I’m cumming! C-Cumming!”

            *BZZZT!*

            “HNNNGH!”

            A light on the collar around Jaina’s neck had flashed blue right when she was on the precipice of a huge orgasm. The mana inhibitor turned shock collar sent a current of pain throughout the sorceress’ body, dispelling her arousal far more effectively than the riding crop ever did.

            “W-What happened? What did you do?!”

            “So you couldn’t even last five minutes, huh?” Malkorok chortled, still fucking her hard. “Too bad. While my slave was toying with your slutty body, Gazlowe made some new tweaks to your collar’s firmware. It can now detect when you’re about to cum and shock you into submission. You won’t even be able to cum without the Horde’s express permission now, Proudmoore. You think the last three days were bad? I’ll have you begging me to make you cum before we’re through.”

            “Bullshit, you coward!” Jaina fired back. But her tormentor easily saw through her false bravado. Although she had just been painfully shocked by her collar, the continued vaginal and anal stimulation was quickly restoring her lost orgasm. It didn’t take long to work the sorceress’ body back up into a sexual frenzy. Jaina bucked wildly against the orc as she chased her long-suppressed orgasm, desperate to feel the pleasure she was due.

            “Ohhh fuck! Ohhh shit! Again, it’s coming! Uhhhhnn! Unnngghh! Going to cum! I’m going to--”

            *BZZZT!*

            “HNNNGH!”

            Once more, a powerful electric shock wrenched the archmage back from the gates of heaven. To Malkorok’s delight, the shocks caused the human’s body to seize up and convulse pleasurably on his cock. Her agony translated to nothing more than a faint tingling sensation on his manhood. The orc laughed inwardly upon observing the once stately woman’s features change from frantic arousal to bewildered pain.

            “Did you not hear me, stupid whore? If you want to cum so bad, you have to beg me,” Malkorok said. He watched on as the sorceress’ body burned with desire. The countless climaxes that had been repressed were surging within her loins and threatening to burst out all at once. But they both knew there was no chance for release while she wore that collar. “It’s too bad you didn’t win our bet, wench. Unfortunately, it was not you but the collar that stopped your undisciplined cunt from creaming. I’ll have to count that as a loss for you, Proudmoore.”

            “Oh, not again! Ahhnnn! Hahhh! Don’t do it! Ahhhh! This time for sure! I’m gunna cum! Gunna cum! I’m cumming! I’m--”

            *BZZZT!*

            “HNNNGH! Noooooooooo!”

            Malkorok loved watching the beautiful woman’s body shudder spastically when she got shocked. Every perfectly toned muscle in the sorceress’ supermodel figure coiled and uncoiled in electric anguish, the constant spasms showing off the definition in her svelte musculature. Her heaving breasts juddered, her ivory thighs quaked, and her ass cheeks rippled appealingly. Her slender toes curled tight in anticipation of each orgasm, then instantly flexed back and spread out as she was subjected to the body-shocking current.

            “You savages! Just stop it! Ohhhhh! I can’t take it! Just finish me! Uuunnngghh! C-Cummin--!”

            *BZZZT!*

            “HNNNGH! You bastards!”

            All pretenses had been dropped as the desperate archmage chased after her elusive orgasm. Her body unconsciously bucked against her rapist with an intense fervor while her juices leaked uncontrollably from her flower. Her pent-up need had been denied for too long. She was so close, she just needed a little more to go over the edge. Her long legs pulled the orc tightly against her overheated body and she basked in the feeling of his massive member nestled within her. Nothing would stop her orgasm this time.

            “There’s no way! Uhhhn! I’m going to do it! Ahhhh! Fuck, yes, cumming! I’m cumming!”

            *BZZZT!*

            “HNNNGH!”

            Malkorok continued raping the human for the next three hours, with Vanessa acting as a ready fluffer after he unloaded inside Jaina each time. During this hellish ordeal, Jaina was kept on the verge of orgasm the entire time. This was much worse than what Vanessa had first put her through. Given so much pleasurable stimulation, yet being thrown back from the heavenly gates of culmination each time at the last possible moment, wreaked havoc on the sorceress’ state of mind. For the last few months, her body had been trained to endure, and ultimately crave, an unseemly amount of sexual climaxes every day. Not being able to attain any now was devastating.

            After Malkorok had his fun, he returned Jaina back to Vanessa’s cruel care. Finally getting a chance to repay the sorceress for having to service her asshole for so long, the master rogue remorselessly continued the torment of denial. She used every imaginable sex toy and technique to heap pleasure on Jaina.

            “Just let me rest! Huek! Oh gods, you bitch! Unnghh!”

            *BZZZT!*

            “HNNNGH!”

            “Oh fuck! Huaaahh! Oh shit! Ohhh fuck, no more, just please stop! Gunna cum!”

            *BZZZT!*

            “HNNNGH!”

            “You hateful bitch! Uuuaahhh! When this is over, my magic will tear you ap--”

            *BZZZT!*

            “HNNNGH!”

            “My body can’t anymore! I’m burning up! Uhhhhnn! Oh Light, not again! C-Cumming!”

            *BZZZT!*

            “HNNNGH!”

            “I was so close! I have to cum! Ohhhhh! I’m gunna do it! Ahhhhhh! I’m going to cum! I’m going to cum this time! I’m cum-cumming!”

            *BZZZT!*

            “HHHNNNNNNNNGGGGHH!”

            But even after another eight exhausting hours of sexual exploitation, the nearly broken archmage did not cum a single time. Tears of frustration stained her beautiful face. Finally, Vanessa gave her a chance for reprieve, although it wouldn’t come cheaply. She was lazily toying with Jaina’s clitoris with a vibrating egg. They were both sitting on the floor, with Jaina leaning back against Vanessa. The rogue had her flexible legs wrapped around and hooked in front of the sorceress’ thighs, keeping them wide apart. The quivering mage no longer needed to be restrained with rope. Being so precisely edged for so long had curbed her fighting spirit. Jaina was willing to do almost anything to stop the torture. She gripped the rogue’s hand weakly, trying to pull it away from her sensitive flesh.

            “Uhhnnn! E-Enough already! Ohhhh!”

            “Very well, spell slut,” Vanessa said as she moved the device off the sorceress’ pearl. “But it will cost you. I bet you enjoyed watching me while the orc humiliated me. Did it feel good when he made me rim you?”

            “I didn’t want that either,” Jaina answered honestly.

            “Fuck you. If you want a break, you can make it worth my while. Turn around,” Vanessa ordered, as she leaned back, spread her legs, and parted her already wet flower. Edging the Kul Tiran’s body had been fun, but didn’t go nearly far enough to punish her. “Lick it.”

            “You sick freak, if you think-- Ahhhhh!” The assassin interrupted her by putting the vibrating egg back on her clit. “O-Okay, okay! You win.”

            Jaina reluctantly crawled forward to her enemy’s loins and moved her mouth towards it. Her excited body was still trembling all over from the hours of unfulfilling stimulation. As she got closer, she breathed in the scent of the outlaw’s nethers and was surprised it didn’t automatically disgust her. Anything was better than what she had been suffering before. She convinced herself she wasn’t truly giving up, only buying some respite from the mind breaking electro-edging. Even if that meant temporarily submitting to the traitorous fiend that had killed Anduin.

            “Hnnnghh! Don’t blow on it, you dumb slut,” Vanessa moaned as she felt the archmage’s breath on her pussy. She was on a lighter dose of Aphoria than Jaina was, but it flowed through her veins all the same, making the last few hours of eroticism have the expected effect on her libido. But more than the physical pleasure, she reveled in the thrill of ordering the former noblewoman to eat her out.

            “Nnnggghhaa! Yes, lick me, bitch of Stormwind. Ya, like that. Oh sssshit! Taste my pussy, you worthless spell slut. How does a Defias pussy taste, huh Proudmoore? Uhhnn! Ya! Hnnngguhh! Faster witch!” Vanessa went on, loving the feel of truly sexually dominating someone for the first time since being captured. Jaina did as she was told, working her tongue deftly within the bandit queen’s dripping folds. She thought she would recoil at the taste, but once again was surprised that she didn’t altogether hate the tangy flavor of Vanessa’s flower. Suddenly, the master rogue shivered, grabbed a fistful of Jaina’s hair, and yanked her head even closer to her pussy. Barely able to breathe, Jaina increased her efforts to try and get the rogue off, focusing directly on her exposed clitoris.

            “Uhhhn! Oh fuck! Shit, that’s good. You’ve got a talent for eating pussy, witch. Ohhh! Fuck, don’t stop. Oh shit! Keep going! Huuhhnn! Fuck yes! Lick that clit! Ohhh, right there! Don’t stop! Shit, shit, shit! I’m going to cum! You’re going to make me cum! Hhhhhnnnnnngggggghhhh!!”

            The queenpin’s back arched sharply and she let out a long moan of satisfaction. She luxuriated in her spectacular toe-curling orgasm, bucking against the sorceress’ face as wave after wave of pleasure rolled over her trembling body. The master rogue’s athletic form expressed her climax beautifully, from her twitching thighs, to her fluttering abs, to her convulsing pussy. Her sexual high was augmented by the feeling of power she was experiencing, especially knowing how badly Jaina wanted to cum hard like that herself. Vanessa looked down at the hateful blue eyes of the noblewoman as girl juice dribbled suggestively down her chin.

            “Oh gods, that was a good cum. Really takes the edge off,” the rogue said with considerable snark.

            “I’ve done what you asked, traitor. Now leave me alone,” Jaina said icily.

            “That was some great head, Proudmoore,” Vanessa said between pants. Then she rolled over and got on all fours. “But it’s not even close to over. Not after what he made me do for you. If you don’t want to go back to the electro-edging, then get over here and eat out my ass.”

            The threat had the intended effect, as Jaina grudgingly approached the assassin’s upraised ass. The sorceress gripped her toned ass cheeks for leverage and brought her wet tongue to Vanessa’s darkest hole. She began tentatively licking around Vanessa’s cute sphincter.

            “Oooohh, yes, like that,” Vanessa cooed. “Go deeper, slut, worship my ass and maybe I’ll think about letting you cum.”

            Jaina lapped at the queenpin’s asshole, occasionally probing past her tight anal ring to Vanessa’s delight. With her hands, she started playing with the rogue’s pussy, with one hand fingering her and another attending to her clit. Despite cumming only a moment ago, Vanessa was quickly driven to the peak again by the well coordinated stimulation.

            “Aw fuck, you eat ass even better than you eat pussy, Proudmoore,” she praised sarcastically. “Hnnngh! Don’t stop, ya, like that. Shit! Oh fuck yes! Unnnghh! Lick my asshole you dirty bitch! Ohhhhhh! Right there! So close! Oh ssssshit! Again! I-I’m cumming!”

            The outlaw’s asshole spasmed around Jaina’s invading tongue while her pussy throbbed around her fingers as the anally induced orgasm washed over her. Vanessa reached back with both her hands and spread her cheeks wide to allow the sorceress better access. This let her get even deeper inside her, prolonging her throes of ecstasy.

            The Defias queenpin allowed Jaina to work her asshole for another hour and was brought to many more delicious climaxes. Her lithe body writhed and trembled in genuine pleasure while enjoying the sight of the disgraced noblewoman servicing her. For Jaina, this was at least an hour free from the electro-edging. And although she felt humiliated, eating out the beautiful rogue’s twitching asshole was far from the worst thing the Horde had made her do.

            Eventually, the rogue was satisfied, and made her stop. But she still had one more thing she wanted to subject the lovely sorceress to. She told Jaina to get on all fours and raise her ass to her. Then she took some rope and secured her in place again. Finally, Vanessa retrieved the bull whip that Malkorok had used on herself earlier that day.

            “He made me tell you how he broke me. But that doesn’t do the story justice. You think you can resist them, Proudmoore? You think you’re stronger, better than me? Let me show you how wrong you are. While you were getting pleasured by Horde scum, I was being brought to heel by vicious pain training. Don’t you dare move,” Vanessa said. With that, she expertly struck with the whip.

            *WHI-PSSSHHHH!*

            “HAAH!”

            The lash landed on the sorceress’ vulnerable taint, immediately leaving an angry red mark. Jaina shuddered in pain, the restraints keeping her from moving any more than that.

            “He whipped me like that, the bastard. Over and over again, he whipped my body. I’m no coward, Proudmoore. But have you ever had your asshole whipped until you fainted? Until you pissed yourself?”

            *WHI-PSSSHHHH!*

            “YUUH!”

            This time the lash landed perfectly between the sorceress’ ass cheeks, dealing a mighty blow directly on her tender asshole. Jaina writhed in anguish and didn’t even notice as she pissed herself.

            “He took my measure that day. I held out as long as I could. But he had patience and more than enough time to work me over. I was forced to submit.”

            *WHI-PSSSHHHH!*

            “HAAH!”

            “Perhaps that’s what I deserve for torturing the elf bitch before. But even after my surrender, he kept punishing me. He made he beg for punishment, and thank him for it. He whipped my asshole and then anally raped me. He made me thank him for that too.”

            *WHI-PSSSHHHH!*

            “YUUH!”

            “He utterly broke me, Proudmoore, as you too will be broken. Now I’m his fuck slave. He uses my pussy and ass whenever he wants. He makes me perform for him. Shame myself in front of him. He makes sport of my body.”

            *WHI-PSSSHHHH!*

            “HAAH!”

            “He’s trained me to use my body solely to enhance his pleasure. When he’s in my ass, I’m expected to work my ass muscles to meet his needs. When he unloads inside me, I’m expected to clean his cock with my mouth, only for him to rape me again.”

            *WHI-PSSSHHHH!*

            “YUUH!”

            “And he still whips me regularly to ensure I stay in line. Sometimes he’ll whip my asshole to make sure it’s especially tender when he rapes me. Even if I do everything he says, he’ll still find some excuse to punish me. Or he’ll just do it for fun if he can’t think of something.”

            *WHI-PSSSHHHH!*

            “HAAH!”

            “You will never escape again, spell slut. The True Horde is too brutal, too merciless. Better to submit now and try your best to minimize the punishment. That’s the most we can do now.”

            *WHI-PSSSHHHH!*

            *WHI-PSSSHHHH!*

            *WHI-PSSSHHHH!*

            “YUUUUHHH!!”

            Vanessa surveyed her handiwork. The panting archmage, covered in sweat and whip marks, had nearly fainted from the treatment. Feeling satisfied she had gotten her payback for her own previous humiliation, the queenpin decided it was enough for today. She left the defeated woman in her abject position and left the room. Seeing this, the Kor’Kron went in and dragged Jaina back to her cell.

            Before leaving, the Kor’Kron force-fed her another heavy dose of Aphoria. They didn’t restrain the archmage in her cell this time, so she was free to touch herself as she saw fit. The fierce whipping had temporarily tamed her lust, but the aphrodisiac quickly enflamed her body yet again. She resisted the temptation for as long as she could, but the throbbing between her legs kept her from the sweet peace of sleep. She twisted and turned on the floor, clawing at the ground and tossing her head left and right, trying to focus on anything but her burning need.

            The sorceress courageously maintained her dignity for half an hour, during which her blushing body worked up a quite sweat. But ultimately, and to the great amusement of her jailers, Jaina gave in and warily began rubbing her desperate clitoris.

            “Uuunnngghhh!”

            To her utter embarrassment, an involuntary moan of pleasure escaped from her throat in response to the delicious sensation. Her Kor’Kron guards turned to watch their alluring captive as she began to pleasure herself. Jaina could feel their stares even as she closed her eyes and reveled in the self-induced pleasure. She hated that she was giving such a show for these orcs, but she needed the stimulation after being edged for so long.

            “Look, the bitch is in heat,” one guard commented crudely.

            Jaina ignored him and kept working her clit. It didn’t take long for her to reach the peak and she braced herself for what was sure to be a powerful, body-rocking orgasm. The countless ruined climaxes from before would unwind all at once and drive her to new heights of pleasure.

            “Oh godddssss, I’m cummmmiinnng!”

            *BZZZT!*

            “HNNNGH! Nooooooo!”

            “You dumb whore, did you forget about the shock collar?” laughed another guard as he watched the sorceress spasm in pain and anguish. Jaina had carelessly hoped Vanessa might have disabled the shock function after she had submitted to her. Apparently this was not the case. That’s why they didn’t bother restraining her. She wouldn’t be able to bring herself off no matter what she tried.

            Jaina struggled to find rest for the remainder of the night. She was perpetually wavering between wanting to touch herself and knowing how useless it would be. She craved the pleasure of her own fingers on her clit, but that only made the inability to cum more agonizing. The Kor’Kron enjoyed watching the mewling archmage struggle with this humiliating dilemma. They loved seeing her lovely body twitching in anticipation for something completely unreachable.

            The next morning, her guards dragged Jaina back to Malkorok and Vanessa. The weary sorceress was raped by the orc again before being given to the queenpin to abuse. This continued for about a week, with Jaina being electro-edged the whole time. As brave and resolute as she was, even she couldn’t shrug off this unique torment forever. Her defenses were crumbling day by day, and her body had long since reached its limit. Her heart and will were also rapidly breaking down under the relentless assault. Then one day, with her spirit on the verge of collapse and her mind nearly driven to madness, she capitulated.

            “What’s that, witch tits? What did you say?” Vanessa asked as she leisurely flicked Jaina’s clit while the sorceress shuddered violently on her hands and knees.

            “…Please… Let me c-cum… I can’t take it anymore. I beg you…”

            It was barely above a whisper, yet both of them heard it clearly. The Defias queenpin had won. She had conquered the Lady of Theramore and crushed her stubborn pride. She would claim her first climax after her defeat personally. The outlaw picked out a sizeable strap-on dildo and secured it to herself. Then, with smug satisfaction, she pressed a button on a device next to her to disable the shock collar and thrust into her dripping pussy from behind.

            “Ahh! Hahh! Haaaahhh! Uuuhhhhhhnnnnn!”

            After over a week of electro-edging, her body’s reactions were amazing. The disgraced archmage began cumming wildly. The pleasure amassed from the hell of denial she had endured was released from her overwhelmed body all at once. With each thrust of the strap-on, the sorceress’ body shook, profusely sweating and spilling her love juices. Her heart raced as she came continuously undone. Her belly twitched and rolled, her calves clenched, her toes curled, and her pussy contracted tightly around the strap-on with each new orgasm. The pleasure terrified her as much as it relieved her. She faintly wondered if the ecstasy from so many repressed orgasms would break her mind.

            *BZZZT!*

            “HNNNGH! No! But why!?”

            Jaina’s was wrenched from the throes of her multi-orgasmic ecstasy and instantly brought back down to earth with yet another shock.

            “Don’t be greedy, slave. You think you can cum all you want just for saying that? You have to prove your surrender, thoroughly,” Vanessa explained as she continued to fuck the sorceress. “That’s all you get today. Perhaps if your behavior continues to improve, your dirty cunt will get more of a reprieve tomorrow.”

            And so Jaina’s electro-edging regimen continued. She would be shocked just before she came for hours everyday. Malkorok opened up her training to the Kor’Kron, so she would be raped throughout the day by a never-ending supply or orc cocks. Unfortunately for Vanessa, whenever this happened, she would usually have to service the orcs as well. The two would get put on their hands and knees next to one another, then the guards would run a doggy-style train on both their cunts, as if riding the two humans in a perverse race. They made them perform on each other as well, commanding them to scissor for their viewing pleasure. The only difference between them during these rapes was that the master rogue was at least allowed to cum whenever she wanted. And so she did, loudly and expressively, enjoying the only advantage she had over the sorceress in order to show her she at least had some control over her body.

            Sometimes they would bring their war wolves and have them mount and rape the defenseless women with their long canine cocks too. A four-hour fuck session with a war wolf was a challenging enough ordeal for the queenpin, who didn’t have to worry about the shock collar. For Jaina, it was pure misery.

            While enduring these trials, the sorceress would pitifully beg to be allowed to cum, terrified that she would go insane from the prolonged edging. Every now and then, if they felt her self-degradation was sufficiently sincere, her tormentors would allow her to cum. But then the shock collar was turned back on and the nightmare continued. The occasional relief actually had the cruel effect of amplifying her torment, forcing her to hope and making her utterly compliant.

            By now, it had been several weeks since Jaina had been brought to her knees by Vanessa’s assault and admitted defeat. Yet the electro-edging of her body continued without the slightest change. A powerful war wolf was plunging into her sopping depths with characteristic vigor, its lupine form dwarfing the sorceress’ trembling body.

            “Hahhh! Uhhnn! Please, master orc, let me cum on your big cock! Let me milk your hard cock with my tight pussy!” Jaina begged her Kor’kron guards for the umpteenth time that day. “Let my sinful body pleasure you as it spasms on your powerful cock! Please let your slut cum!”

            “Uhhnn! Ohhhhh! You beg like a shameful Kul Tiran street whore. Ahhh! How far you’ve fallen, witch. Ohhhh! Ungh! Uhhn! Hunnnggggh!!” Vanessa lambasted the sorceress as another war wolf fucked her into an explosive, back-arching climax.

            “So you’ve learned your proper place again, eh Proudmoore?” asked Malkorok as he lumbered into the room confidently. “Have you been sufficiently broken now to recognize how foolish it is to resist the True Horde?”

            “Warlord Malkorok, please forgive me! Hnnnnn! I submit! I surrender! Please, I need to cum! I can’t take it! Hahhhh! Oh gods, not again! Mercy, please! Uhhhnn! Ohhhh! No, no, no, no--!”

            *BZZZT!*

            “HNNNGH!”

            “Good. Get her ready to meet the Warchief. Tell him his pet has been re-subjugated,” the grey orc ordered the others. Disappointed though they were at not getting another go at the beautiful and submissive archmage, the Kor’kron did as they were told. Jaina was extracted from the war wolf’s clutches and dragged to yet another nondescript jail room. Her guards dumped her trembling body onto the floor in front of a goblin tech two-pronged sybian.

            “Ride,” they ordered.

            “Uhhuhh!” Jaina groaned piteously as she sheathed her pussy and asshole upon the twin dildos. Immediately, the device began vibrating against her sensitive flesh and enflaming her passion. She placed her hands on her thighs, bracing herself as she rode the sybian like a pro. Her exquisite body gyrated and swayed upon the buzzing prosthetics like a dancer’s. She performed with desperate enthusiasm to try and satisfy her guards.

            “Uunngh! Yes, watch me writhe for you! Ohhh! Uhhhnn! Does my lusty body please you? Ohhh! Ahhhhh! Please, don’t you want to see me cum for you? Or feel me cum on you? Oh Gods! Is my riding acceptable for you, master orc? Oh fuck! Tell me what you want me to do, and I’ll do it. Please, just let me c--”

            *BZZZT!*

            “HNNNGH!”

            “I find watching you disgrace yourself like a bitch in heat perfectly pleasing as is, human wench,” replied the lead guard. Then another guard secured her thighs to the sybian with thick leather straps so she had no way to escape the dildos nestled within her. There was just enough give for her to lift herself up so that only the tips were still inside her. “If you desire the Warchief’s mercy, then earn it by fucking yourself as hard as you can on this. Give a show worthy of the Warchief’s personal fuck slave.”

            “Ukkk! Oh gods! Yes, please watch me f-fuck myself! Hnnngh! My body exists to serve the Horde! Please let me perform for my Warchief! Ohhh! Ohhhhh! Watch as I tremble for you! See my thighs quake and shudder while I fuck myself! Uhhhhhh! I’m so wet, my pussy is quivers for Horde cock! Here it comes! Watch as my body is shocked for your pleasure! Haahhh--”

            *BZZZT!*

            “HNNNGH!”

            The beautiful sorceress rode the sybian with vigor and a sexual fervor born from days or orgasm withdrawal. Anxious to perform to expectations, she bounced herself tirelessly on the twin dildos at a rapid rate. The room echoed with the wet squelching sounds of her salacious labors as her sweat and wetness flew off her bucking body to stain the floor with her juices. The dutiful archmage displayed heroic stamina and maintained her pace for over an hour. During that time, she was shocked countless times and denied innumerable orgasms. But she eventually reached the limits of her endurance.

            “Ohhhh fuck, please let me rest! Guhhh! Uuughh! Please, somebody, mercy! I can’t take anymore! Oh goddssss! My pussy! It’s so sensitive! Don’t make me anymore, please! Oh nooooo! Of fuuuckkk! Ohhhhhh--”

            *BZZZT!*

            “HNNNGH!”

            Her captors kept Jaina secured to the sybian for eight straight hours. Her abused body was simultaneously numb from overstimulation and beyond desperate for orgasmic release. Her collar had shocked her into an incoherent stupor. She had lost all sense of self and her surroundings. Her ass had been the first to give out. By the fourth hour, her straps had become loose. She slumped forward in exhaustion and the anal dildo slipped from her asshole with a wet farting sound. The normally dignified noblewoman groaned in shame as her ass cheeks rippled obscenely to the delight of her guards.

            The leather straps didn’t let her completely off the sybian though. She spent the remaining four hours lying forward half-conscious on the floor with her pussy still sheathed around the other dildo. It continued buzzing inside her and driving her to the edge, before the shock collar brought her low again. On and on the demented cycle continued. Until finally, Garrosh himself entered the room.

            “What’s this? I was told you wanted to perform for your master. Yet here you are with your asshole unplugged and unused,” chided Garrosh.

            “No, my apologies Warchief, forgive my carelessness,” Jaina snapped to attention and hastily replied. The sound of her chief tormentor caused the fog to lift from her mind. She hoisted her tired body upon both dildos once again and began riding the sybian with as much ardor as she could muster. “Hnnnnghh!”

            “Perhaps your asshole has become loose and undisciplined during your time with Malkorok. Is that so, wench?”

            “No Warchief, your fuck slave’s asshole is tight and warm. Ohhhh! Hunngh! Please, allow me to demonstrate by pleasuring your mighty cock.”

            “No, you can stay on that a little while longer. Use your mouth,” Garrosh ordered as he disrobed and approached the sorceress. Jaina took the orc’s member into her mouth with no resistance, instantly servicing it with unmitigated zest. She worshipped the length of his cock and lathered his balls with her tongue. Garrosh looked on approvingly with a firm fist gripping her hair tightly.

            She continued fellating the orc with undying enthusiasm for nearly an hour. He came three times, each time pulling out and marking her alabaster skin with his spunk. All the while, she kept riding the sybian hard, electro-edged the entire time. Each time she was shocked, Garrosh enjoyed the pleasant vibrations that would travel up her throat to his cock. Yet despite these painful interruptions, Jaina would quickly recover and continue her oral efforts without complaint. She was eager to please and knew Garrosh was the only one who could release her from this nightmare.

            At last, the orc felt like she had suffered enough. He pulled Jaina off his dick by her pretty silver hair and slapped her a few times with his hard cock.

            “Now tell me, alliance whore, what do you want?”

            “I only want to serve my master. I-- Ohhh! I was wrong to try and escape. Please forgive my foolishness and arrogance. Hnnngh! Hahhhh! It will never happen again Warchief,” Jaina lamented repentantly between moans of pleasure.

            “You only want to serve me? Nothing else?”

            “Nothing master.”

            “You don’t even want to beg me to let you cum?”

            “I… No master, your fuck slave has failed you and doesn’t deserve to cum. Ahhhh! In your infinite wisdom, you have deemed it appropriate to deny me that privilege. Uhhnn! Hahhh! I must be punished for my transgressions. But please allow me to pleasure you all the same. My insolent body may be undeserving of orgasm, but-- Hnnngh! But perhaps it can still provide some small measure of comfort to my Warchief,” Jaina answered demurely.

            Garrosh chuckled at the archmage’s debasement. It seems like Malkorok was able to crack her resolve after all.

            “Very well then. You may subjugate yourself,” Garrosh said after undoing Jaina’s restraints.

            “Thank you my Warchief. I hope my inadequate body pleases you,” the sorceress said. What followed was over three hours of vigorous interracial fucking. Garrosh dominated the human’s mouth, pussy, and asshole in dozens of positions, all with the same relentless intensity. Missionary, reverse cowgirl, doggy-style, mating press, wheelbarrow, corkscrew, and others—they ran the full circuit of carnal copulation. It was truly a remarkable feat of sexual longevity, dexterity, and creativity.

            For her part, Jaina worked her superfine body to great sensuous effect, matching the orc’s power with erotic grace and flexibility. She arched and stretched her aching body to meet her master’s every need, letting him fuck her that much deeper or that much quicker. Jaina neglected her own pleasure to maximize her Warchief’s. She used her pulsing pussy to milk the orc’s hard cock and engaged her glutes rhythmically while he was fucking her asshole. Even when Garrosh needed a quick break, she would not allow herself a moment of rest. Instead, she performed for him, touching herself for his viewing pleasure and inviting him to play with her alluring tits and smack her bountiful ass.

            The sorceress was slick with the sweat of her selfless efforts. It made her skin shine and flowed liberally down her back into the crevice of her ass, adding to the lubrication there. She moaned wantonly and hedonistically, encouraging the orc to fuck her with reckless abandon. Even without the shock collar, her sexual endeavors would have taken a toll on her. But it was a hundred times worse while being electro-edged. Her hypersensitive body could not stop quivering as she fucked. Constantly on the brink of orgasm and constantly being viciously shocked, Jaina carried on her mission with admirable mettle.

            Finally, it seemed Garrosh was at his limit too. Jaina sensed it as well. Pleasantly surprised by the human’s alacrity, he decided to show a rare sign of clemency.

            “You’ve done well, fuck slave. For your services, I will allow you the honor of creaming on my cock,” Garrosh said as he fucked her asshole doggy-style.

            “Unnnngghh! You are too kind Warchief,” Jaina moaned. “I admit, nothing would make me happier than to cum with you, my master. Hahhh! Ohhhh! If you believe me deserving, then I humbly accept. But-- Uuhhhuhh! But Warchief, I have but one request. Pl-- Hunngggh! Please don’t just turn the shock collar off. Take it off entirely, I beg you. Ohhhhhh!”

            “Hmm? You dare make a request of me?”

            “Please master, I… I just want to cum for you… With you. Just us, nothing else. My naked body pressed up against yours. I beg you this one indulgence,” Jaina implored pitifully. She looked back and Garrosh noticed she had tears in her eyes. Had she really been broken that much?

            “Very well, a small token of my aprecia-- no, acknowledgement, of your capitulation,” Garrosh relented. He reached out for the collar and unlocked it easily. Included with all the other technical innovations the goblins had added to it was a fingerprint reader. He mused that their engineering was almost as impressive as magic. He threw the collar clattering to the floor.

            “Thank you for your kindness Warchief! Ohhh! Here it comes! Feel me cumming for you! I’m going to do it! Oh shit! I’m going to cum so hard! Hahhhnnn! Uhhuuhhh! Awww, fuuucckk! Ohhhhh! AHHHHHHHHHHH!!"

            The repressed orgasms of the last few days rocked the sorceress’ lovely body all at once. She had some experience with riding out these storms of physical release at this point and so braced herself accordingly. She locked her body in place as thousands of micro tremors traveled the length of her taut frame. Hundreds of toe-curling, calf-clenching, thigh-quaking, ab-fluttering, body-shocking orgasms ripped through her simultaneously. Her pussy nectar squirted copiously from her pink flower, filling the room with her scent. After the first few minutes of continuous climaxing, the archmage’s arms failed her and she collapsed to the floor, orgasmic spasms still wrecking havoc on her body.

            Garrosh continued thrusting into her as long as he could. But her frantically twitching asshole proved too much even for the Warchief after three hours of dynamic fucking. The orc roared with triumph as he buried himself balls deep and began flooding her bowels with his seed. Jaina’s still pulsing ass canal wrung every last drop from Garrosh, his abundant spunk overflowing from her dark hole.

            The archmage let out a low wail as the warrior extracted himself from her asshole—something between a gasp of shame mixed with a moan of complete fulfilment. Garrosh watched her body as it continued to twist and writhe in pleasure in front of him for a while. Then, after a short rest himself, he turned to pick up his trousers.

            *WHOOSH*

            Perhaps it was his years of battlefield experience. Or perhaps it was his natural warrior instincts. It could have also been because after all that, he still wasn’t entirely convinced the archmage had been genuinely subjugated. Regardless, Garrosh managed to duck under the ice lance at the last possible moment.

            “You die here, Hellscream!” the mystically unfettered archmage cried out. Now fully decked out in her archmage battle regalia that she had conjured, she was a far cry from the powerless sex slave of only a moment ago. Although she was nowhere near her full power after having worn the dampening collar for so long, she had enough mana for a short fight. She just needed to end the orc’s life quickly—a far better fate than he deserved.

            Jaina ignored her physical exhaustion and summoned fire and ice in rapid succession, raining it down on Garrosh ruthlessly. The orc did what he could to dodge her expert spellwork and was able to reach his axe. But just as he did, the archmage landed a devastating pyroblast in the middle of his chest, setting the Warchief of the Horde ablaze.

            Garrosh howled in anguish, flailing his weapon blindly at the human. Jaina was still trembling from the aftereffects of her sexual ordeal, but willed herself to push on. She blinked back to gain some distance, then began readying the killing blow by conjuring another hefty pyroblast. She was going to kill her chief tormentor no matter what. Even if this used up all her mana and she could not escape afterwards, Garrosh had to die now. She knew this was true due to the grave threat he posed to the Alliance as much as it was for her own personal vengeance.

            She had played a desperate ploy by feigning surrender and professing her defeat. She had so convincingly portrayed the role that she almost began to believe it herself. But it would all be worth it now as long as she eliminated the Warchief.

            In another timeline, in another universe, this might have been the end of Jaina Proudmoore’s months-long rape session at the hands of the True Horde. Unfortunately for her, as soon as she launched her finishing blow, dark energy erupted from Garrosh’s axe and swallowed up her spell. She had not looked carefully before, but now she saw that it was not Gorehowl that he wielded today, but a slightly different, more sinister looking weapon.

            Void energy flashed from it again and this time the axe disappeared entirely. In its place stood the ephemeral image of a pale skinned high elf.

            “Stop,” he ordered. Jaina had begun casting another spell but inexplicably stopped at his command. Then the ghost elf turned around and extinguished the flames that had still been ravaging Garrosh. The orc collapsed on the floor in pain with severe burns across his chest.

            “My name is Xal’atoh, Cleaver of the Black Empire. For your sake, I have taken on the image of something familiar to your eyes,” the eerie elf explained. “You see, I have allied with this mortal and cannot allow you to kill him. Now kneel.”

            The imperious demand hit Jaina like a mental freight train. Almost intuitively, she got down on her knees and bowed her head. [What’s going on? How is he doing this?]

            At this point, Garrosh’s personal guard barged into the room, alerted by all the commotion. Xal’atoh addressed them with the same commanding tone.

            “Take your Warchief to your healers. He will live. I will deal with this neophyte who calls herself archmage.”

            The Kor’Kron said nothing as they carried their leader out. No one commented on the translucent elf in the room or asked any other questions about what happened. It was as if they were under some kind of spell. That’s when Jaina realized what was going on. She hadn’t recognized it at first because it seemed to be more subtle- seductive even- than what she was used to. But what this apparition was doing was essentially a form of mind control. Seemingly a more ancient form of magic than what standard shadow priests used, but a form of mind control nonetheless. Before the sorceress could do anything about it, the axe’s ghostly projection turned back to her.

            “Sleep.”
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