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Abducted Hope	By : Quicksilver.Maiden Category: +S through Z > World of Warcraft Views: 27552 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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The Tauren forced her hands above her head, holding both in his massive left fist. With his right, he slid her underbreeches down swiftly, leaving no doubts as to his intentions.

When her pants hit the floor, a panic started in Saerah's belly, and spread out until she was twisting against the Tauren's grasp, flailing wildly as she tried to prevent the thing she knew was coming. He shoved her against the bare stone wall, her naked rump pressed against the too-cold surface, and pushed his enormous knee between her legs. His erection pressed painfully against her bare side, and fear surged through Saerah in a way she hadn't known was possible. The huge Tauren had dropped his own dirty trousers, and his hairless penis stood free of the furry sheath that normally protected it. It was as long, and as big around, as her forearm and fist combined. Saerah quailed at the sight, terror in her eyes.

There was no ceremony, no pretense at pomp. He lifted her bodily, ran his very long, course tongue wetly across her opening once, and impaled her on himself.

Saerah's screams rang in her own ears and reverberated off the stone walls in the cell.

The barrier that had protected the entrance to her vaginal canal was torn and bleeding, and her cervix ached from being battered harder than any man of her own species could have accomplished. The Tauren's powerful thrusts became erratic, and his panting grunts grew louder.

Saerah found that her horror slowed time somehow, and she looked up, only to see huge, hot tears spilling from the Tauren's eyes even as the smoke continued to billow slowly up. The Tauren tensed, and Saerah felt shame and anger wash through her as a hot, white substance filled her, and overflowed down the insides of her legs.

The Bull backed off from her, and she saw the smoky tendrils stop. He closed his eyes, turned away from her, replaced his pants, and returned to his corner.

Saerah collapsed on the ground, sobbing. The Tauren's ears twitched in her direction, and he half-reached towards her, then stopped himself. She didn't notice.

She cried for many things, that evening. She cried for her innocence, she cried for her brother, knowing he awaited her, she cried for her predicament, she cried for Ginta, not knowing where he was or how injured he was.

Saerah realized she had been crying for a long time, and she was unbearably cold. As she rose, the crust of dried liquid on her legs cracked, and the damp, squishy feeling that lingered between her legs served only to amplify the deep, throbbing pains there. She put her pants back on, having nothing with which to clean herself, and stood shivering in the frigid air as her breath misted before her. The Tauren's eyes were turned furtively toward her, and she gasped, blanching, before she saw the hurt and guilt in his eyes.

Her mind and body protesting, she spoke to him. "He controls you, doesn't he? He says that spell, and uses you to do whatever he wants."

The Tauren's eyes bored into hers, the tiniest flicker of hope dashing through them, before he responded slowly, as though unfamiliar with the language and testing his words.

"I would not bring you harm willingly, and I am not a beast, enslaved by lust."

Saerah remembered the Shadow Priest's words, referring to a Blood Elf, and shuddered. "How long have you been here?"

"That is unknown. Daylight does not reach us here, but," he paused, reluctant, "It has been three hot seasons and four cold seasons since I was imprisoned here, and you are the fifth female he has imprisoned with me. I don't know if there were others before I came."

"Fifth?" her voice quailed. "What happened to the others?" she asked, not sure she wanted to know.

"They died," he admitted heavily. "Exposure, mostly. They didn't do much but cry and sit in the corner, shivering or sweating with the season. None of them talked to me, much." He looked at her sharply, then, as if to ask why she broke the patterns of her predecessors.

Saerah's pain and indignation made her move stiffly as she swung her arms, trying to generate any scrap of warmth while she regarded the Tauren before her.

"Do you prefer silence?" she asked finally, abandoning pretense and wrapping her arms around herself as she shivered.

"I have spoken long and joyously with my family in Mulgore, but not since I was brought here."

Saerah quirked her lips, the best attempt at a smile she could muster, and offered, "I don't know how long I'll make it here, but I'll talk to you while I can. It's no more your fault that you're here than it is mine that I am."

Deeply moved, the Tauren came swiftly to his hooves and bowed. "I am Uktengga, and as long as I am myself, you shall have my friendship."

"Uktengga, I am Saerah," Tears formed in her eyes then, and there were several reasons for them. "I'm sorry, I don't know why I'm behaving this way..."

Uktengga crossed to her and wrapped his massive frame around her in the gentlest, most comforting embrace Saerah had felt in years. Her tears came harder, wracking her frame with sobs as she clutched him. He allowed her to spend her energy on that, running his great left hand repeatedly from the top of her head to her lower back. He knew from experience that no words would ever be enough.

When, after a long time, she had quieted, he uttered the only thing he could. "I'm so sorry..."

Tears again clouded her vision, but the sobs did not return, and she was able to reply, "It's not your fault. I should have heeded my trainer and sought out Adrano."

"I do not know this person, is he a healer?"

"No, well, he's a hermit in Elwynn Forrest. He's very hard to find unless you've been given directions. He...well, he...," her voice hitched intermittently with shallow sobs, "he offers his services to the female recruits. The officers are aware that not all rape can be prevented, and so Adrano is willing to relieve a girl of her virginity so that if... it happens..." she broke down into sobs again, and Uktengga gathered her in his arms. His own tears flowed forth, and soon he was crying hard against the woman in his arms. "I'm so sorry," he managed again between his great, heaving sobs. "I would never have taken that from you. I would never have forced you..." A gentle hand on the side of his muzzle stopped him.

"You've been raped by that Priest just as surely as I have. My anger is at him. I saw, when he was controlling you. You were crying. You've been here so long..."

Uktengga crushed her against him, unable to express himself after such a long time of being hated.

A loud, creaking door sounded from the hallway outside of their cell, and Uktengga's arms tightened around Saerah.

"He's comming back. He's going... I'm going to.."

Saerah's voice cut through his thoughts, "Just, hold me afterwards," she choked. He nodded, and released her before the Priest came into view.

"I hope you've been getting aquainted. Time to play..."

He chanted quickly, and the unnatural black smoke began to rise from his pupils, and a moment later from Uktengga's. The massive Bull rose, grasped her roughly, and disguarded both articles of her clothing quickly. Saerah struggled, trying to pull away, but she did not attempt to injur the Tauren above her.

His long, rough tongue laved at her breasts, her arms again trapped above her as he pinned her to the floor with his weight, one knee between her legs. Abruptly, he flipped her onto her hands and knees and entered her.

Saerah screamed, and then cut herself off as he set a gruelling pace. Her most secret of places was soon raw and painful as the assault continued. As she lost the battle against her whimpers, the thrusts of the Priest-controlled Tauren above her became more urgent. He released within her, and she shuddered both in pain and in relief that it was over.

"Until next time, kiddies," chorteled the Priest as he left.

Uktengga withdrew himself gently, but a cry of pain still sounded from the woman below him. He picked her up, cradeling her against the warm, soft fur on his chest, and rocked her back and forth as she cried. His knees protested their contact with the stone, but he ignored them as a small pennance in comparrison to all the harm he had been forced to visit on the women who had shared his cell.

He looked at the girl in his arms, by far the youngest of his cell mates, and a nasty thought occured to him.

"How old are you, Saerah?" he asked. "Are you old enough to marry?"

He was relieved when she nodded. "I turned eighteen last month; that makes me of-age in Stormwind."

Uktengga's brow fell, eighteen was too young in his opinion, but if her culture had recognized her as an adult, then he would try to put it from his mind. He stood ponderously, still clutching Saerah in his arms, and moved to his customary corner, close to the door so as to be more difficult to see. He sat and arranged the woman-child in his lap. He had known her less than a day, and already his heart moved whenever he heard her voice. He told her as much, and she nuzzeled her head under his chin, burrying her nose in his fur despite the strong scent he carried.

"If we were to escape, where would you go?" she asked suddenly.

He thought about that for several seconds. "I would go home, to Mulgore, for a time. I would need the guidance of my elders to heal and atone for all that has happened. After that... I don't know," he finished honestly.

"My brother had asked me to meet him in the Southern Barrens, but I think I went too far south, maybe. I ended up in a jungle with huge reptiles everywhere."

"Un'goro Crater?" he asked, astonished. "I am not yet powerful enough to survive that place, how did you manage to get there, so inexperienced? The journey alone should have been enough to kill you."

Saerah nodded. "I thought as much, but I was so lost i didn't know where to turn or how to go back. It was strange to sit there, talking as though nothing horrible had happened between them. "Would it be alright if I wrote to you? When we get out of here, I mean?"

Uktengga's hands played with Saerah's long black hair and she stroked her fingers through the fur on his chest.

"I would be honored to continue our friendship. In fact," he paused, as if considering, "If you ever have urgent need of me, come to the pass between the Barrens and Mulgore. Put your hands on the ground in front of you, and say to the guards there 'Uktengga hana Tengata.' Hana means 'son of' and they'll be able to find me from that description."

Saerah stretched her arms around his chest as far as they would go, and said woefully, "I'm afraid that there is no place you could do the same, but I'll not be going back to an Alliance city, anyway. My brother lives in the Southern Barrens, but I don't know what part. I think, once I find him, I'll be staying a while."

Saerah fought back the tears that had consumed her for so much of the day. Had she really only been in the cell a single day? "If only we weren't from two seperate... factions, I think we.. Oh I don't kow. I'm so hurt and confused I don't know what to say anymore. Oh, Uktengga, what do I do now?"

"Now, sleep. Recover yourself before tomorrow. The Undead do not sleep, and he will return whenever he feels the desire. If we ever get out of here, I'll help you find your brother. The Southern Barrens is no place for you to go traipsing by yourself."

Saerah nuzzled into his fur, finding comfort in the strong scent there. It was nothing like a cow. The closest comparison she could make was a night saber she had once come across with its owner in Goldshire, combined with an earthy, mushroomy smell. The thought of Uktengga in Goldshire made her smile, then drop her jaw in terror. They would kill him just for appearing there. She gripped him as that fear took hold, and he shushed her, misunderstanding. She held onto him tighter, grateful that he could not read her mind as a few more tears fell into his soft pelt. She fell into sleep as he rubbed her back with gentle strokes, and soon he slumbered deeply as well.
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