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Chapter 2
The moment the door-shaped aperture in the
wall vanished, Jerlis cringed, curling into a ball on his bench with his hands
covering his neck. Laina twitched, startled at the sudden change. Before her
mind could catch up to what was going on, the demon at the door reached into
the room and grabbed her leg, the nearest part of her to the door, and dragged
her off the bench and across the floor. She yelped as she was hoisted into the
air by the demon, a wrathguard who topped ten feet easy.
Before she could really react, she was
flung unceremoniously out of the room. She collided painfully with a wall on
the other side of the corridor, which was lit with a spectral green glow. The
hole in the wall to her cell had vanished somehow, she hadn�t seen. The demon
had turned its attention back to her. Grunting in pain, she attempted to pick
herself up from the floor, instinct telling her to run. Before she could, the
demon grabbed her by her tunic and lifted her up with one hand, brandishing a
sword threateningly with another.
�Time to play, little mortal.� It said in
Common, pulling her face close to its own. She flinched away as it extended its
tongue, reeking of carrion, and licked her cheek.
Down the long corridor, another demon, this
one a terrorfiend, shouted something from yet another strange opening in the
wall. The wrathguard who had her glared down the hall, then eyed her like a
piece of meat. �Next time, I will come early, soft mortal, and have you to
myself first,� it promised. Laina shuddered.
She was carried down the dark hall to
another black-walled room, similarly lit by a source-less green light. Inside
it were several different demons, all grinning with ghastly fanged mouths. They
were naked, and with the exception of a lone succubus, were all male, and were
already hard. In the middle of the room was a rough stone altar. Directly
behind it, a bored looking dreadlord lounged on a black throne, the only male
in the room not sporting an erection. With a taloned hand, the dreadlord made a
contemptuous beckoning gesture.
Laina was hurled to the ground before the
altar. �Kneel.� A masculine voice behind her demanded. Afraid of the
consequences of disobedience and more than a little shaken by her treatment
thus far and the grim promise of what was to come, she obeyed. She heard the
succubus laugh. �A biddable child. Pity.� The demoness said.
�Know that you are before Lord Kiazoch.
Your continued existence depends on pleasing him,� the demon continued. �But
first, you will entertain us.�
She remained kneeling. The succubus strode
forward, standing between Laina and the altar. She was wielding a whip that had
tiny, shining black blades braided into its length. �Stand.� The succubus
ordered. Aching from her previous impact with the wall, Laina�s movements were
slow. Too slow for the succubus, who lashed her whip across Laina�s shoulders.
The blades cut through her shirt and into the skin underneath. Laina hissed in
pain. �Stand!� the succubus demanded again, louder. Laina struggled to obey,
standing as quickly as she could.
�Strip!�
She fumbled with her clothing, pulling off
her shirt clumsily, her fingers struggling with the ties to her breeches, fear
making her nervous. The whip cracked again, down on the other shoulder. This
time there was no cloth to cushion the effects, and Laina shrieked in pain.
�The rest of it!� snarled the succubus,
raising her whip for another go. Hurriedly, she slid out of her smallclothes
and undid the catch on her breastband.
�Next time, you will do this with grace,
mortal, or you will feel the caress of my whip even more.�
Ignoring the pain of the scourge-wounds and
the blood trickling down her back, Laina stood before the assembled demons. She
knew if she tried to flee she�d be dead or wounded within seconds, and if she
lived she was likely to receive even greater punishment. She figured her best
chances of making it out of this room alive were to cooperate as much as
possible. Something told her the demons would enjoy it more if she were not
cooperative, but that same sense told her that she would not.
�Begin,� the dreadlord said in a
disinterested tone.
There was no preparation. She was gripped
roughly from behind and pushed forward to the altar before the dreadlord. Bent
over the cold stone, all she could do was squeeze her eyes shut against the
pain as an enormous demon cock suddenly violated her unprepared folds. Each
powerful thrust brought a pained yelp from her, bringing cheers and jeering
laughs from the demonic crowd. She felt the demon�s gripping claws bite into
the skin on her hips.
The first rape did not last long, it only
took a few minutes for him to send his searing seed deep inside her. To Laina,
those few minutes felt like an eternity. There was no respite, immediately
after the first finished, another had already come to take his place.
This continued for a time that Laina could
not track, until several demons seemed to decide that it was time to share her.
That was when she was flipped onto her back on the altar. Laughing, another
demon silenced her yelps and pained gasps with his cock. She could taste
herself and her own blood on his member, this one had already had her.
Demon dicks were pushed into her hands, and
she was forced to pleasure as many as she could simultaneously. Demonic seed
spilled on her prone body, burning slightly and smelling of brimstone. She was
forced to watch the succubus pleasuring other demons while her own body was put
to the same purpose. The juxtaposition of the succubus�s obvious ecstasy and
her own violent rape was sick. Some of the other male demons had even started
pleasuring each other, until it seemed the only one in the room not fucking was
the dreadlord, who sat on his throne with his hand on his chin, looking utterly
bored, his slack member still hanging between his bare legs.
Leaving no orifice inviolate, they hoisted
her up and she was pinned between two grinning fiends, one in her ass, and the
other in her pussy. The one she faced gave her a ghastly fanged smile. Almost
lovingly, a clawed hand caressed her face as she grunted in pain. He forced her
lips towards his own and took her mouth violently in what might have been
considered a kiss. She felt sharp teeth on her tongue and lips, and when he
finally released her mouth, she tasted her own blood.
At some point she was again on her back on
the altar, with the succubus sitting on her face, her other end filled with
rapidly thrusting demons. The demoness tangled her hands in Laina�s hair, and
was shrieking and screaming urgent demands at her helpless human captive. The
succubus�s crotch smelled of musk and the slightly brimstone tang of demon cum.
Laina was forced to lick and suck at the other female�s throbbing cunt, forced
to remove all traces of demon sperm. The succubus was very vocal, screaming and
gasping loudly. Laina felt sharp points of pain in her scalp where the claws
pierced, and suddenly the musky cunt on her face twitched and inundated her
with slick and burning liquid. The succubus shrieked her ecstasy loudly.
A sound of talons against stone diverted
Laina�s attention. It seems this Lord Kiazoch had stood.
�Enough,� she heard him command, �It is now
MY turn.�
Without finishing, the two demons at her
nether end pulled out of her and backed away. The succubus, still shuddering
and gasping loudly, slid off Laina�s face. There was a scuttle of clawed feet
as the rest of the demons backed to the fringes of the room, and utter silence.
She heard the heavy hoof-steps of the dreadlord approaching the altar, where
she lay, panting and exhausted.
�It�s not every day I see anyone make my
dear Zayeesha come like that.� The dreadlord said, almost conversationally.
�You truly have impressive stamina, mortal. Most of the other �guests� we have
entertained collapsed long before. Yes, quite impressive for a human.� The
dreadlord�s voice was soft, mellifluous, and unnervingly beautiful for a
creature of nearly unrivalled evil.
From her vantage point on the altar, Laina
could see the smooth purplish black legs, the enormous and hairless balls, and
most spectacularly, the erection. The demons in the room had all been much
larger than human men, the dreadlord was no different. He had a cock a tauren
might envy. Though she had thought herself beyond feeling much of anything at
this point, she felt a tremor of fear.
�Rise and face me, little mortal.� Lord
Kiazoch ordered. Laina moved slowly, with pain, struggling to obey. The
dreadlord waited in silence, rather than lashing out at her as the succubus
had. She stood clumsily, and turned to face the demon. He was not the largest
demon in the room, but he radiated power that even she could feel. He was
completely hairless, and unarmored. Vast wings spread from his back, and two
cruel, curling horns sprouted from his smooth forehead. He exuded a deadly
perfection.
Almost pleadingly, Laina looked up to meet
his burning gaze. That was a mistake. There was no mercy in those eyes, only a
vicious intelligence, one that delighted in torment of all kinds. Kiazoch�s
gaze caught and held her own, she found herself unable to look away from the
black and green eyes. Her body shook, a useless urge to flee suppressed by the
malicious power of the dreadlord. Her mind screamed �no, no no,� as her body
stood mute.
�Oh yes, little human.� Kiazoch�s lips
curled in a cruel smirk. Realization flooded Laina�s mind � the dreadlord had
heard her thoughts. �Ah, I see you understand. How wonderful.�
A single low moan was permitted to escape
her as she felt the dreadlord�s mental touch. During the rape, she had
retreated within a part of her mind that had allowed her to endure the abuse,
to separate herself from her body. Still smiling, the dreadlord found that
place and tore her out of it, forcing her to feel with intense immediacy the
aching of her used body, every little cut and scratch of demon claw on her
skin, the painful hot throb of her violated ass and cunt, as though they had
just been inflicted anew.
She struggled, or tried to. The grip of his
mind was terrible. She felt like a butterfly attempting to beat down a brick
wall with its wings, doing more damage to herself than to the dreadlord. She
could hear him laughing; cruel, vicious laughter, in her mind. Her useless
attempts to break free of his mind amused him, and he let her feel it, let her
feel the futility of her struggles.
Where the other demons had been physically
brutal, the dreadlord was not. He saved the brutality for her mind. The gentle
pressure of his claws, and the crushing mental grip forced her to her knees on
the altar in front of him. Feeling her face heat with humiliation, she lowered
her head and opened her mouth, taking the erect member between her lips.
While her mind gibbered and cried, her body
did as the dreadlord�s mental commands bade it. She bobbed her head up and down
the demonic cock, her tongue caressing its hot length, dipping into the slit at
the top, running across the sensitive frenulum. She opened her jaws wide as
they would go and took the huge member as deep as she could, gagging.� His dick
was twitching and slick with pre-cum. Again in contrast to the very vocal
succubus, and even the grunting, jeering demons, the dreadlord made no sound.
Instead, he pushed his feral lust in her mind, controlling her body, but
leaving her fully able to fear, to suffer.
She continued to suck and slurp, her hands
caressing the massive testicles and shaft. Kiazoth tangled his terrifying long
claws in her hair, ran their razor sharp edges in feather-light caresses down
her neck and under her chin. She knew full well at any moment he could open her
neck with only a little more pressure, letting her life bleed down onto the
floor. She knew unerringly she would continue to suck, continue to pleasure
this demon until life fled her body completely. She knew all of this because he
showed her, whispering in her mind dark promises of agony and humiliation.
At long last the organ in her throat
twitched and throbbed, sending ropes of hot, sulfurous jism into her gullet.
She wondered then if it was over. �Not nearly,� came a purring reply in
her mind. The dreadlord pulled out of her mouth, still hard, and took a few
languid steps back to his throne, where he sat with deadly grace. Not of her
own volition, she looked up. He was smiling that same feral smile. Her will not
her own, Laina found herself moving towards the dreadlord, reaching the throne,
and climbing into his lap.
She was forced to look up, into his eyes.
The terrible smile deepened. Laina felt Kiazoth�s mental touch, felt her body
heat, her nipples becoming erect. She started to breath heavily, panting like a
bitch in heat. She felt the dreadlord�s pleasure in her despair as he forced
her body to betray her. She spread her legs and lowered herself onto his large
cock, feeling every searing inch as it sunk into her slick depths.
�Surrender�� urged the voice in her
head. Laina moaned as pain and pleasure twisted inside her mind, and she rode
the dreadlord�s dick. The room was silent except for her gasps and moans, and
the wet sound of her soft flesh slishing against the demonlord�s. The massive
clawed hands gripped her above the hips and pushed her up and down. She felt a
horror that rose to match the burning desire he was inflicting on her, and felt
his own rising ecstasy. No wonder the dreadlords were universally feared; no
wonder the denizens of Azeroth had been so intent on fooling themselves that
there were no more. The truth was simply too terrible to bear.
There was a familiar pressure building
inside her. She knew she was close, and hated it. Kiazoth had conquered her
mind and was conquering her body, and she knew when he succeeded that he would
conquer her spirit as well. Tears slid down her cheeks as she came, feeling
herself gush hot juices over his monstrous cock. Both the orgasm and assault
continued, until it reached the point of agony well intermingled with mindless
pleasure. The mind that gripped hers became suddenly ferocious, and she felt
any remaining resistance she might have had crumbling beneath his onslaught as
his pulsing member filled her with burning demon cum.
Long seconds passed, the rigid cock
continuing its rhythmic squirts, sticky come flowing out of her. She wondered
briefly if she was going to die now, and heard harsh laughter in her mind. The
dreadlord stood, Laina still wrapped around his cock, the last spurts of his
powerful orgasm trailing to a stop. With one hand he supported the limp and
exhausted human woman, with the other he gestured to the room.
�This one has pleased me. She will be
rewarded, and in a few days hence, we shall again entertain her.� Kiazoth
proclaimed. The words were demonic, hissing and painful to listen to, but Laina
understood them perfectly. She realized the dreadlord meant her to.
With a wet slurp, he pulled her off him,
and dropped her. She fell bonelessly to the floor, too exhausted and traumatized
to break her fall. Then one last searing pain greeted her as he withdrew from
her mind, with anything but gentleness. Eyes wide open unseeing, she screamed
and screamed, until she mercifully lost consciousness.
***
A cool and moist touch on one of her many
cuts brought Laina back to awareness. She flinched and whimpered inadvertently,
and the touch withdrew.
�I�m sorry, Laina. These must be cleaned,
or you may take infection.� She heard a voice she recognized� ah, right,
Jerlis. She must not be dead just yet.
�Clean, with what?� she managed to gasp.
�He must have liked you. When our
captors tossed you back into the room, they tossed in an entire roll of
netherweave bandages with you.� There was no need to ask who He was.
�I�ve got plenty of water at least. If it�s not warm, at least it�s clean. I
don�t think I can do anything for� the places where they hurt you inside, but I
can clean the surface wounds. You�ve got many cuts all over.� She could hear
the rending pity and worry in his voice.
She sat up, hissing in pain as her body
protested. She felt filthy and sore, in desperate need of a shower. It hurt to
move, it hurt to think. Unbidden and unwelcome came the remembrances of the
last time she was awake. With awful immediacy she remembered the rapes, the
succubus grinding against her face, and� Kiazoth�s terrible touch. She felt
desolate, silent sobs wracking her. Jerlis sat facing her, one hand with
bandages, the other with a flask of conjured water. He must have seen something
in her face that brought his own traumatic memories back, for he flinched, and
she saw an echo of her own suffering in his green eyes.
�Kiazoth did that to me too,� he whispered
hoarsely. Their gazes met for a moment, and for a moment they knew each other�s
suffering, and there was some comfort in shared grief and pain. Then his gaze
dropped. �We should get you cleaned up and bandaged.� He said. Laina nodded.
She tried not to gasp in pain as he tended
to her wounds. The cold of the conjured water was a balm on her tender skin.
Though it was no comparison to a real shower or bath, between his ministrations
and the gentle healing magic infused in the bandages, she felt much better, and
much cleaner. When he finished, last of the bandages dissipated as their magic
was used up, Laina caught the elf mage�s hand as he started to return to his
spot, and looked him in the eyes.
�Thank you,� she said.
Jerlis smiled a tight smile, and gave a
little half bow. �I could do no less, Laina.� He said, then handed her a
scrunched up bundle of something soft with his other hand. Laina examined it,
and was surprised to discover her underwear.
�If you�ll pardon me�� she started, and
Jerlis politely averted his gaze as she slipped on her underwear. She�d kind of
expected that she�d be forced to spend the rest of her possibly short life
naked, and she was a little amazed to discover that she was permitted her
underwear back. Then she recalled the succubus�s words� something about being
faster next time� and shuddered.
Staring at the wall, Jerlis spoke to her.
�Why do you have magic underwear?� His tone was somewhat incredulous.
�Self cleaning underwear that doesn�t wear
out is real handy when you�re miles from a shower and weeks on the road,� she
stated dryly, finishing fastening her breastband. �How did you know they were
magic?� she asked.
One of his long ears twitched, and he
chanced a glance back at her. Seeing she was now sitting clothed and
comfortable (more or less), he faced her again. �I�m a blood elf. We�re
addicted to magic. It�s only natural that we can feel it when it�s near.� Which
made sense, she thought.
�Jerlis, do you mind if I sleep? I feel
awful.� She said quietly, after a few silent moments.
�Of course. Do as you need.� He sounded
somewhat puzzled that she asked, but she would have felt rude just rolling over
and passing out, especially after the kindness he had shown her. Her kind and
his were supposed to be enemies, she knew, but right now she just couldn�t
think of him or the dying troll as enemies. They were fellow beings who also
suffered at the hands of the demons, and that made them allies of a sort.
***
�Laina, wake up, it�s only a dream!�
Jerlis�s voice accompanied a gentle shake of her shoulder. Disoriented from the
nightmare, Laina screamed and lashed out in the darkness. Her arm connected
with something soft and warm, and she heard a yelp of agony.
�What? Huh? Why can�t I see?� She demanded,
confused.
She heard someone gasping for breath, and a
rasped reply, �Calm down, Laina. It was a dream. You can�t see because it�s
dark. And you just hit me square in the�.�
��Sorry,� she interrupted sheepishly.
Catching his breath, Jerlis spoke a little
easier. �I supposed I should have known better than to wake you from a
nightmare.�
�Sorry�� she said again. �I don�t suppose
you could make a light?�
�I�d prefer not to. I don�t think the troll
will last longer, and I�d spare him the agony, if I could. I managed to get him
to drink while you were away, but it was not enough.�
Laina sighed. Then she thought of something.
�Jerlis, how long have I been here?�
�Well if the light and dark cycles are any
indication, this will be the third day. They dropped you in here during the
middle of a �day�, you slept mostly through the dark until the next day. Then
they took you�� his voice trailed off for a moment before continuing, �A few
hours later they brought you back. I�ve never known anyone to be gone that
long. I woke you up a little while later. It�s night now.�
�I figured that last part out, thanks,�
Laina said slightly sarcastically. She lay on the cold stone bench, hands under
her head, staring off at the blackness above her. �Jerlis?� she began.
�Yes?�
�How did you end up here?�
He was silent for a moment, then she heard
him take a deep breath. �Foolishness.� He said. �I was accompanying an undead
priest and a tauren hunter. We were on a mission in Shadowmoon. It sounded
fairly simple, even fun � just go through this teleportation device, find some
unattended machine, and gain control of a fel reaver. Do as much damage as we
could, then get the hell out of there.
�Well the first part went more or less as
planned. And we found the machine that allowed us to control the fel reaver
alright. But we were having so much fun wreaking havoc with it that we
neglected to post a sentry.� The elf�s voice dripped with self-hatred and
recrimination. �If only one of us had thought. I should have thought of it. I�m
supposed to be the smart one.
�But I didn�t. And we were surprised. They
knew what to target too, our first warning was when they hit the priest with a
silence spell. They killed him before we realized what was going on, then they
attacked me and the tauren. We fought, as much as we could, but we�re no match
for well armed, organized demons, not when they outnumbered us three to one and
had the element of surprise. They caught us and brought us here, and then they
gave us� well, a treatment similar to what you experienced.
�My tauren friend they didn�t even wait to
let die, they started eating him while he was still alive, after they�d
finished raping us. They forced me to watch.� Jerlis�s voice choked up, �Gethun
did not deserve to die like that. It was terrible to watch.
�After that they put me in this cell. At
that time there were two draenei, a male and a female. The female just cried
and cried until they took her away one last time, but the male, he told me what
I�d gotten myself into. I outlived them both. I�ve outlived everyone here so
far.� His voice was bleak. �You�re the first who even asked. Maybe it�s because
they didn�t break you first before they tossed you in here. I don�t know. But
Laina, thanks. You remind me that there is still a world out there, beyond the
portal, where people talk to each other and laugh, and even exercise in the
mornings.� A hint of amusement crept into his voice at the last. �If it�s not
too horrible a tale, would you relate how you ended up here?� He asked.
Laina told him. When she mentioned the
dwarf who gave her the mission, she heard him inhale.
�Dwarf, huh? Little bald guy, with
coal-black skin and grey hair? Mouth full of gold teeth, and a scar over one
eye, down in that skuzzy little bar in Lower City?� he asked suddenly.
�Yeah, how did you know?�
�He�s the one who gave Gethun, Laric and me
the assignment to destroy the fel reaver.�
Laina considered this for a moment.
�Something doesn�t seem right here.�
�You�re telling me, there�s something foul
about all of this. I think the little bastard is working for the
light-be-damned demons. Yes, it fits.� Jerlis said. �How elegant. Hire
adventurers no one�s going to miss, mercenaries who work for gold, or glory
seekers. Send them off with inadequate instructions for a task that is
seemingly worthwhile. Then tip off the demons that an attack is going to come.
Should the adventurers somehow survive, well then no one will catch on to the
fa�ade. Should they fail, he gets rewarded by his demon masters. I wondered how
he could offer so much gold.�
�We walked right into a trap.� Laina
growled. �If I ever get out of here, the first thing I�m going to do is paint
Shattrath red with that little fucker�s blood.�
Jerlis laughed bitterly. �You�ll have to be
content with haunting him, Laina. No one gets out of here alive.
Jerlis�s harsh words seemed to put an end
to the conversation. Laina lay in silence, until she finally drifted off to
sleep again, this time mercifully free of nightmares.
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