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Shattered	By : Koori Category: +S through Z > World of Warcraft Views: 8002 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter Three – Nathaniel Conway
There was the sound of a door being unlocked and then the leash went taut again. Nathaniel followed his guide through a doorway. He could feel lush carpet under his bare feet as he crossed the threshold and warmth, by the Light, the first heat he had felt in weeks. Then the lead went limp in his hand and he froze unsure of direction. The seconds went slowly by without instructions from his Master. “Master,” he thought silently, “by the Light what have I done?”   He just couldn’t take it any more, not the bitter look of hatred in his brother’s eyes as he beat him to near death time and time again. No memory, no name could break through the Lich King’s grasp on his brother. At least with Vance he expected hatred and loathing; his brain could come to grips with that. Though at the moment insanity was looking very tempting, it wouldn’t take much to unravel the last threads of reason and give into madness.
“Slut.”
Vance’s voice startled him back to focus on the present. That was all he could do now. Concentrate on the moment, in this place there was no promise of a future.   Licking his lips he turned toward the direction of the voice but didn’t move. “Master?” he said softly. He had already learned when he was a slut he had done something wrong. When called pet he was safe, but faggot or queer he best brace himself because something dreadful was going to happen. When Vance didn’t answer he tried again, “Master, please, what do you wish?”
“I wish for you to stop getting your shit all over my carpet,” Vance said coldly.
Nathaniel took a quick step back and collided with someone solid, it didn’t take sight to know who that would be; he screamed in terror and crumpled to the ground, covering his head with his arm. The arm would break first before his head if Foster chose to attack him for the offense.
“Shut up!” Vance commanded harshly.
Unaware he was still shrieking, Nathaniel put his right hand over his mouth, keeping a grip on the lead which still hung slack. The blindfold was yanked off and he blinked at the bright light. He was looking down and noticed the ivory carpet had grime where he knelt. “I’ll clean it,” he cried jerking his hand back and leaving a dirty handprint, “please, I’m sorry.” He looked up to see Vance’s eyes flash angrily. Realizing his error, he quickly added, “Master, please, I’ll clean it. I’m sorry!”
There it was again, a look passed over Vance’s face one that scared Nathaniel far worse than the mask of rage and promised pain. It was lust, the elf cowered and in doing so the licentious gaze deepened. Vance seemed to mentally shake himself and distaste returned. “Pick him up,” he ordered, “take him to the shower there, and move quickly.”
Strong hands gripped him and he found himself thrown over Foster’s broad shoulder. It happened so quickly he didn’t have time to be afraid before he was dropped into the corner. Standing he noticed he was indeed in some sort of shower; there was a drain under his feet and an overhead spray nozzle. There was no curtain and only a small ledge to keep the water from spilling out. His hand was empty and he let out a strangled cry as he looked around for the lead, he saw Vance pick it up and, after looking at the muddy end he had held onto, tossed it into the fire burning at the hearth.
“That will be all I need of your services today, Death Knight,” Vance said and to Nathaniel’s relief Foster left the room. The respite lasted only a moment as he keeper turned to face him.
“Strip,” Vance ordered, “those leggings will have to be burned as well, do not worry I will have something far more fitting for you once you are cleaned.”
After all he had been through suddenly being naked in front of the man that had moments ago been looking at him so lecherously seemed terrifying. A sinister look crossed Vance’s face as he walked out of sight for a moment. Nathaniel took that second of freedom to turn his back and pull his legging down. They were pooled around his feet when he sensed Vance’s return. His fingers clenched into fists at his side as he waited for the next command. White hot pain exploded across his backside and he yelped looking over his shoulder he saw Vance standing there with a riding crop in his hand.
“Master!” he cried as he placed a hand over his stinging ass. “I did as you asked, please.”
“Slut,” Vance growled, “you’re about to learn your second lesson and if you do not want to feel this crop more than necessary I’d suggest you shut the fuck up and listen. First you’re going to lower your hands to your side … do not put them in fists damn it.” The words were emphasized by another lash across his ass, catching the tips of the fingers of the hand he hadn’t moved in time.
“You said you wouldn’t hurt me, Master,” Nathaniel hated himself for how easy the title came to him.
A rough hand grabbed his hair and shoved him hard against the wall as the crop continued to fall. “I said I would not let others harm you,” Vance growled. “I learned long ago you train best when a little pain is involved. Relax those fucking hands or I swear I’ll break every one of your fingers.” Nathaniel uncurled his fists and dug the fingertips into his thighs to keep himself from making new ones. “No is never the proper answer when I give you an instruction. I expect immediate compliance, anything less will merit punishment.” Vance growled. “If I tell you right now to go out there in the hall naked and suck the first dick you see, you will do just that. If I tell you to impale yourself on the hilt of my sword until you bleed you will do it. No is never an option for you.   You never tell me not to hit you, you are mine! I’ll treat you as I deem fit, if you don’t want to feel the leather then I suggest you learn to behave!”
A dozen more lashes fell before the pressure left his head and Vance stepped back. “All right, slut, let’s see how well learned. Turn to face me.” Nathaniel turned, keeping his hands at his side and his gaze down. “Eyes on me,” Vance ordered and he met the stare of the other, but only for a moment as the eyes moved their way down his body.
Without thinking Nathaniel moved his hands to shield himself from the stare, the riding crop pushed his hands away from his manhood. “Hands to the side,” Vance’s voice had lost the anger and was replaced with another emotion. “By the Dark Master you are tiny aren’t you; the whole package would fit easily into the palm of my hand.” Vance’s hand seemed too flexed in anticipation and Nathaniel cowered.
The human knelt down outside the shower. “Spread your legs, slut,” he said, once again the crop was used to enforce the desired distance by pressing on the inner skin of his thighs. The same then prodded his manhood like a child poking an animal to see if it was alive. Nathaniel’s face became warm with shame and humiliation.   “Make yourself hard,” Vance replied with a smirk. “This can’t be all of it, never seen an elf dick though.”
“Master?” Nathaniel asked confused.
“Make your dick hard,” the other commanded again.
“Master, I don’t understand … please,” Nathaniel was perplexed at the order, he had no idea what the twisted human wanted.
The crop came down hard on his hip and he yelped. “Take your hand and play with your cock, don’t tell me you’ve never pleasured yourself?” The man might as well been speaking orc for all the sense he was making to the battered elf. Vance’s eyes lit up and he laughed, it was an evil sound. “You haven’t, have you? You’re only a couple years younger than me and you’ve never … Prince Theraldis was right, you are a virgin in every way.”
“All right, pet,” Vance said standing, “let’s get you cleaned up and then we can continue the training. You reek like the ghoul pits. Turn around and look toward the corner of the shower that is the way you will clean yourself whenever I give you permission to do so.” Nathaniel gladly faced away from the man. “Next when I tell you to, turn on the right valve then use the water to scrub off as much grime as you can from your hair and skin once you are done turn the water off and wait for further instructions. Do you understand?”
“Yes, Master,” Nathaniel answered. He heard some muted sounds behind him which he couldn’t place. Suddenly an old feeling crept up his chest and he startled as the first twinge of pain and want started. “Master, my ring!” he cried.
“Already,” Vance said from across the room. “My poor slut, it is now my ring and if you don’t want me to throw it out the window I suggest you suffer in silence from here on out.” Nathaniel sighed and started trying to do some of the breathing techniques Lady Sylvanas had taught him years ago, to center. It was hard enough to do it under ideal conditions nearly impossible now. Another painful lash crossed his ass startling him. “Acknowledge my answer, slut!” Vance growled, “I honored you with a reply, you damn well better appreciate it.”
“Yes, Master, forgive me, I’m trying,” Nathaniel sighed.
“All right you may rinse yourself,” Vance replied.
“Thank you, Master,” Nathaniel answered as he turned the right spigot as he been instructed. The icy cold water that rained down on him caused him to cry out and he just stood there as the water pelted him gasping.
“Clean yourself, slut!” Vance ordered.
Starting with his hair, he used his fingers to scrub as much of the blood and grime that had gotten matted into it; but, it was an impossible mass of tangles. He did the best he could before moving to rub his wet hands on his face and chest washing off as much filth as he could. Squatting, he worked on his legs and feet. After getting those as clean as possible he started to turn around so the water could hit his back and was reward by a growl as Vance jumped up from the chair he was sitting on nearby. Instinctively Nathaniel raised his hands to block the crop.
“Face the fucking wall,” Vance growled, “are you that fucking stupid? And lower those hands, don’t you ever shield yourself from my eyes or my hands.”
Water was still coming down as Nathaniel whipped around and faced the corner of the shower. “Sorry, Master!” he cried, “I was just trying to clean myself, sorry.” The crop came down a half dozen more times on the wet skin it hurt even worse than before.
“Turn off the water,” Vance demanded after he was done.
His hand shook as he turned the tap and the shower of icy water stopped. For a moment there was so no noise as he stood there shivering from the cold. When Vance spoke again he jumped slightly at the sound of his voice. “To your left is a bar of soap,” the man said, “You may use that to wash yourself. Start with your hair after that work your way down your body … every crevice and hole best be covered with lather when you finish.”
Nathaniel found the soap and worked it into his hair, at first it didn’t even want to suds because it was so dirty. Eventually it did and he worked lower, washing his face and neck. From there he continued his downward path eventually ending at his feet. Then standing he waited.
“Slut, your back and ass are part of you as well,” Vance said.
Using the slick soap he ran it over his tender ass a few times and up his back as far as he could reach. The soap on his face burned his eyes, and any attempt to wipe them away just caused more discomfort. “Rinse with the right valve,” he was finally ordered.
Welcoming the cold water this time Nathaniel quickly washed the soap away. The commands were repeated twice more, eventually his hair started feeling normal once more and his skin was pink from scrubbing. “Are you clean, my slut?” Vance asked.
“Yes, Master,” Nathaniel replied as his teeth chattered, “thank you for letting me shower.”
“Let me see how clean you are,” Vance said and Nathaniel felt the man approach from behind. “Spread your legs and, if I was you, I would relax now.” Soft gloved fingers slid down the crack on his backside and Nathaniel startled. “Relax, my pet,” Vance all but cooed as something pressed against his tight opening. Nathaniel let out a strangled sound as he was penetrated by one of the gloved fingers.    As quickly as it entered, the pressure left. “This will not do, slut,” a foul smelling finger was wiped across his face from behind. “It is time to teach you the proper way to clean.”
Something long, wet and slick was pressed into his right hand. “This is a bar of soap made just for the purpose of cleaning tight little places. It will fit inside you easily; every time you shower you are to thrust it as far as you can inside you ten times. You may look at what you’re fucking yourself with.”
Nathaniel glanced down at the object in his hand, it was about six inches long and as thick as his thumb, it looked like a skinny corncob carved out of soap. With a sigh he lost his last bit of dignity as he reached behind himself and carefully worked the slick tool into the hole that had been violated a moment ago. It took a couple of tries, he finally found leaning into the far wall, and angling his back allowed it to slide inside. “Count!” Vance ordered.
“One, two, three,” thankfully it didn’t hurt but it felt weird, his body was unsure what to do with the invasion, “four, five, six” the slippery soap was hard to hold onto, he dug his fingernails into it, last thing he wanted to do was lose it up there. “Seven, eight, nine, and ten,” he sighed as he removed the intrusion.
With no new commands given he stood there holding the slick soap tube in his hand, eventually setting it down beside the bar of soap he had used earlier. Behind him he heard a soft moan; through the scent of soap another reached his Ranger trained nose, musk. He had smelled the same scent when he woke to frisky elves during the time he shared a bed with his Ranger unit. There were also nights when he and Foster shared quarters he’d wake to that scent; it confused him then because it was only he and his brother in the room. One evening when he had woke to find Foster across the room his back to him. He had mumbled something sleepily and Foster had turned around looking like he’d gotten his hand caught in the cookie jar. His brother seemed embarrassed and angry at the time when Nathaniel questioned him; his answer had been sometimes a man has to take matters into his own hands. It had made no sense to him then and Foster replied it would when he got older.
“Rinse!” Vance barked breaking him out of his thoughts.
The cold water cascaded down and Nathaniel quickly washed the soap off. Afterwards the orders were given for the water to be turn off and for Nathaniel to genuflect in the shower. The cold stone bit into his knees as he did as commanded, shivering so badly his teeth chattered together loudly. After a long moment fingers found his hair, the scent of musk stronger now. The sharp points of a comb brushed his scalp as Vance started to detangle his hair from behind. It was not a gentle touch, when the comb hit a snarl the man would just jerk the brush through, taking the matted hair with it. Focusing on keeping his hands unclenched and biting his lip to be quiet, Nathaniel endured the torment. He was sure there was blood coming for where the hairs were being pulled out by their roots. Eventually the comb passed through effortlessly. An arm appeared over his head as Vance took something off a nearby shelf. It was a bottle, within purple tinted oil. There was the sound of a cork being opened and the strong scent of lavender escaped. Hands returned to his hair as Vance worked the conditioner into his locks. Afterwards the comb returned for a few final strokes.
“Beautiful,” the man behind him murmured. “Slut, you are to wear your hair down at all times.   Sluts have long hair, makes it easier to seize.” The last part seemed to be a thought voiced aloud and not directed at him. By now the water on his skin was causing his shivering to become more intense, the heat he had felt earlier was all but gone. “All right my pet,” the man behind him said. “Let’s get you dried off and into something warm, stand up.”
Rising he stayed where he was watching droplets of water fall down from his wet hair. A rough towel was offered and he quickly squeezed what water he could out of his hair and rubbed it down his body. It did little to relieve the cold. Vance allowed him to step out of the shower once he was dried off and onto a small mat. “All right, let me see what I have that will fit, you’re skinner than you were when I collected the items.” Vance said with a smile that sent shivers not from cold through Nathaniel’s spine.
His captor walked over to a wardrobe and opened the door, from his angle Nathaniel could not see within.   The man glanced over at the elf and then reached inside and pulled out a blue cotton dress. Nathaniel was not surprised but couldn’t conceal his look of aversion. Vance just smiled and reached back into the cupboard.
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