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Buying Freedom	By : RotSeele Category: +S through Z > World of Warcraft Views: 5974 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Part 2

Seraina stared at the entrance of Druoth’s tent with apprehension and fear. It had been several weeks now since she had been caught by the Grimtotem raiding party and forced to endure unimaginable pain and humiliation. When she had woken up, she had been bound and gagged in Druoth’s tent, and the leader of the Grimtotem raiding party had been staring down at her, clearly unimpressed with her. He didn’t waste any time then, either. When he raped her this time, she was forced to watch his face. His hand had wrapped around her muzzle to keep her mouth shut, forcing her to breathe through her nose. Her noises had been muffled because of it, as well, making her wonder what his intention had truly been.

Forcing himself on her hadn’t been the only thing Druoth had done. If Seraina did anything that displeased him, he would strike her. He bloodied her nose and lips, bruised and cut her flesh, and very nearly broke bones. He forced her to serve him food and drink, hand-feeding him and making sure his cup was always full of wine or water or whatever it was he wanted, and Druoth’s desires changed as fast as the weather did. When he slept, he bound Seraina first and weighted her down with shackles, so that she couldn’t get any ideas about killing him and escaping.

She supposed the only good thing now was Druoth no longer allowed other males to pay to use her. It seemed he coveted her, and he kept her for himself. The night of her capture had been the exception, apparently. Though she had passed out during the abuse, her body still remembered what had obviously happened after she’d lost consciousness. It had taken days for the bruises from fingers to go away, days for the aches and pains inside her to go away, and days for the terror of possibly being used again like that to stop. Oh, she was still terrified, because Druoth still used her and he used her roughly. Sometimes he wouldn’t even use his cock, but whatever object might be at hand at the time. Sometimes, he would use both his cock and any object at hand. Sometimes he would choke her as he used her. Sometimes he beat her just to excite himself, and instead of shoving his cock inside her womb, he forced it up her ass. If she fought, he would make the experience as painful as possible. If she was passive, he would lose interest after coming inside her.

That was her life in the village. She served Druoth as a slave and a whore and she longed for the day she could be free again. Oh, she’d tried to escape several times before now, and that only earned her a vicious beating. She learned that if she cowered a little one day, then cowered a little more the next day, Druoth grew overconfident and gave her little measures of freedom, such as a long chain that allowed her to move from the pole she was chained to to his bed. However, he never gave her enough freedom to leave the tent, to escape the village, and he definitely never gave her enough freedom to obtain a weapon in order to kill him. Which she would have done, if she could’ve gotten her hands on a knife or some other blade, of course. He knew that. Still, that knowledge didn’t stop Druoth from using her as he wished, or beating her, or threatening to sell her for ten gold again, which almost always made her quail.

She once found the bravery to ask him, “Ten gold? Is that all I’m worth?”

He’d smacked her and had replied, “I’d demand fifteen or twenty, if you had any skills other than crying and begging.”

It wasn’t until she’d managed to speak to another slave, an older Tauren girl, that she learned what the “skills” Druoth had been referring to were. Seraina had also learned, at that point, that she had a coveted position by being the leader’s pet.

Even if she walked openly in the village as a slave, no other male could touch her because she belonged to Druoth. The collar she wore around her neck denoted that, along with the two young bulls that watched her every movement when she was actually allowed into the village. If someone tried, the two young bulls would beat them off, or Druoth would end the attempt by simply maiming or killing the trespasser.

Public displays were all too common as well. The slaves were at the mercy of anyone who felt like abusing them. It wasn’t just male Grimtotem that would force themselves on the slave girls; female Grimtotem would assault them as well. Seraina had witnessed such a scene, watching a female Grimtotem force a young slave girl to lick the wet folds of flesh between her legs while another female Grimtotem spread the the slave girl’s labia and pushed her fingers inside her, as if she was trying to inspect the girl’s insides.

On another occasion, she had been a member of the audience rather than the entertainment. And that was the day she finally understood what Druoth had been talking about when he had mentioned ‘skills’.

Seraina had watched as two Grimtotem bulls grabbed the Tauren slave-girl and forced her to kneel. Skill one, Seraina had observed, was the proper way to suck a cock. The girl seemed to be an expert at it, keeping one hand wrapped around one cock and stroking it as her tongue swirled around the other, taking the hard shaft deep into her throat and sucking hard before she switched. Skill two, Seraina had observed, was sucking one cock while the other buried itself deep inside her. The slave girl had gyrated her hips with each thrust, moaning as if she loved the rough thrusts, whimpering affirmatives when the bulls asked her if she liked being fucked like this, if she liked having a cock in her pussy, if she liked the taste of come. The slave girl even begged for more, pleading with the bull behind her to thrust harder and deeper into her, to come inside her and then fuck her again. By this time, the three now had a crowd watching, and Seraina felt dirty and weak for watching and wanting to slip away. The Grimtotem bulls watching whispered among each other, gesturing at the slave girl before rubbing the bulges in their pants. The female Grimtotem studied the slave girl with dark scowls, but then their attention switched to the two bulls, and they gave the two males appraising glances, as if they themselves were in the market for a mate and were debating on the virility of the two males enjoying themselves in full view of everyone.

Soon, Seraina found herself unable to look away. The slave girl now rode both males, their shafts in the same hole and moving at different rhythms. As if that wasn’t enough, she begged for one to come inside her and then shove his cock up her ass, which, after a while, one did exactly as she begged him to do. The two males grasped her breasts, squeezing and pinching while they used her, slapping her face now and then, or slapping her asscheeks, and laughing the whole while. When the slave girl looked at Seraina with a gaze of hate, she couldn’t stand there and watch anymore. She fled, and hadn’t gone back into the village since.

And the weeks passed.

He had ordered her to stay in the tent that morning while he went off to do whatever he did, and had told her if she moved even an inch, he would make her regret it. So she obeyed, because she was still sore from last night (she shivered as she remembered his fingers closing around her neck as he thrust deep into her, his face leering down at her as he told her how good she felt clenching around his cock) and she didn’t want a repeat performance before she had a while to heal. She prayed to the Earth Mother that whatever Druoth was planning now wouldn’t involve him hurting her.

He returned with thunder and fury, and it took all of her willpower to stay utterly still. He closed the tent’s entrance behind him and stood there, watching her. Druoth liked to test her, Seraina had realized too late, or early enough, depending on how one looked at it. If she failed his test, whether she knew she was being tested or not, he would hurt her. If she passed his test, again, whether she knew she was being tested or not, then he would still hurt her, but he wouldn’t make her bleed, at least.

“I have a deal for you, pet.” Druoth said suddenly. “Would you like to hear it?”

Confused and a little afraid, Seraina didn’t trust herself to speak. So she just nodded.

He smiled and it was cruel. “I know you’ve longed for your freedom. To never feel my touch ever again. So I’ve decided to give you what you’ve desired for so long.”

She swallowed and hoped he didn’t see the desperation in it. “You’re going to let me go?”

“Of course. I’ll let you go. That is, of course, you accept the deal.”

Seraina didn’t stop to think. “I’ll do it!”

Druoth laughed and there was true amusement in the sound. “Are you sure? You haven’t even heard my offer yet.”

“I don’t care! I’ll do it!”

His eyes glittered as he stared down at her. “Really? You would trade twelve souls for your own?”

Seraina’s giddiness and glee at finally being free was crushed under the implication contained in his words. She stared up at him, eyes wide in disbelief.

“Please don’t tell me you honestly thought I’d let you go for free, did you?” He ‘tsk’ed and shook his head. “Stupid bitch. No, your freedom has to be bought. The deal is this: you go and catch us a dozen girls - young girls, twelve young and healthy Tauren girls - and you bring them back here to us. You do that, and you can walk out of here unscathed. No one will stop you. No one will touch you. I’ll make sure of that. Twelve for you.”

Seraina shivered. How could she sacrifice twelve girls for herself? She knew - oh, how well she knew! - what was in store for those girls if she did that. Their innocence would be shattered. Their lives would be spent in fear and hate. They would never again know freedom. They would never be safe again. They would never know another gentle touch or the wholesomeness of love. They would only know the cruelty of the Grimtotem. And yet... and yet the siren call of freedom - true freedom - of never having to endure another beating or another rape, was too good to pass up. But could she live with herself? Could she live with the knowledge that she, and no other, was responsible for ruining the lives of a dozen helpless girls?

Seraina met Druoth’s gaze steadily, but her voice wavered as she asked, “I have your word that you’ll free me after I’ve returned them?”

Druoth smiled, but it didn’t reach his glittering eyes. “You have my word.”

This time her voice was calm and steady. “I’ll do it. I’ll get you those twelve girls.”
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