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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 3

Seraina moved confidently, perhaps for the first time in her life since becoming a slave to the Grimtotem. She was mere days away from freedom, provided, of course, she delivered upon her end of the deal. She wasn’t alone; Druoth knew better than to send her on her way by herself. There was no guarantee that she would return then, and he would lose out on thirteen slaves rather than just one. Seraina glanced over her shoulder at the two massive bulls that trailed behind her by a good distance. They had been hand-picked by Druoth, and they were both experienced hunters and trackers and ambushers. They were also experienced in handling unruly merchandise and didn’t make mistakes. They were there to help her as much as watch her, and ensure that she wouldn’t double-cross Druoth and take off. Or alert Thunder Bluff to their presence and exactly what they were doing. She couldn’t mistake their presence for anything other than a guard and assassins. Especially since one was always awake keeping watch when the other slept, ensuring that she couldn’t sneak off in the middle of the night.

She didn’t yet know how she would entice twelve young Tauren girls to leave the safety of their villages and camps and join her. She didn’t yet know how she would ensure their silence or keep them from overpowering her and the two Grimtotem. She hoped their fear would help with most of it. She knew how brutal the Grimtotem could be, and though she was sure the two males behind her had been thoroughly instructed, she was also sure that they would do anything they needed to make sure they delivered on their leader’s request. If that meant breaking a few jaws, or binding mouths shut, or whatever else, then they would do it.

There weren’t many encampments to choose from in the Barrens, and it would be suicide to attempt to take anyone from the Crossroads, so Seraina chose to make her hunting ground in the verdant fields of Mulgore. There were plenty of youngsters running about, so she hoped it would be easy to find twelve that were curious enough to follow her to the appointed area.

Some part of her felt terrible about what she was doing. She knew that the nobler thing to do would be to sacrifice herself to save those girls from a terrible fate. The nobler thing to do would be to continue to endure, maybe find a way to end her torment one way or another. But that was the answer to someone with a measure of strength, and that was the answer someone who had never experienced what she had would give. She shuddered as she remembered Druoth’s touch, the feel of his cock inside her, the feel of him doing other things to her. She shivered as she remembered the things he had made her do, to herself and to him, to objects. That was no way to live. That was no way to just exist. Druoth was too smart to give her a knife, too smart to allow her anywhere near weaponry, whether that weapon was a fork or a sword. She didn’t even have a weapon now, which she could turn on her “escort” and thus free herself from her promise. She wanted out, and if this was the price to pay to get out, she was doing it gladly. Let someone else take her place and suffer. She didn’t want to endure it anymore.

They entered Mulgore under the cover of darkness, where the Grimtotem bulls could slip by posted guards as easily as shadows. Seraina strode on confidently by, not caring if anyone saw her. She was a Tauren returning to her homeland, and her business was her own. Of course, Druoth had beat his instructions into her, so if she was stopped, she had plenty of answers for the questions that would be given to her. But she wasn’t, so she and her two companions entered Mulgore without incident. She figured the easiest place to set up temporary camp would be in the stretch of spindly trees that the harpies infested. No one would enter those trees willingly, so it would be a safe place to camp and hold the girls Seraina managed to convince to follow her. The two Grimtotem seemed to agree with her assessment when she told them of her thoughts, and after a brief massacre of harpies, the three now had a relatively safe place to set up for their task. Seraina watched the two bulls pound stakes into the ground and hook chains to the thick iron ring that topped the stake. The chains were temporary measures, designed to keep their quarry from being able to run away.

They also pulled out twelve muzzles, contraptions designed to pin the girls’ mouths shut so they couldn’t scream. The last item was standard rope, no doubt for binding hands. When they were finished, one set his back against a tree where he would have an excellent view of the camp and Seraina, where no one could sneak up on him, and he could see the fields below and alert his companion to unfriendly approach. Seraina tried to sleep, knowing that, when the sun rose, she would be expected to start working.

Dawn started too soon.

Seraina headed into Bloodhoof Village to seek out her first victim, wondering how many girls she would be able to get today. She wasn’t foolish enough to believe that she would get all twelve in one shot, but hey, she could dream, couldn’t she? She figured it would take a while to round up the number she needed, and then the next challenge would be to get them all out of Mulgore, through the Barrens, and into Dustwallow Marsh without any Longwalkers or, even worse, Baine catching wind of what she was doing. She was certain he wouldn’t hesitate to put her down, likening her to her captors. Even if he did listen to her and believed her, Seraina knew she would forever bear the marks of a traitor and she would likely be exiled. She closed her eyes tight and focused on breathing deeply so she wouldn’t start to cry. She had to get this done. She had to get it done so she could truly be free. Seraina stopped caring about anyone but herself, because it was the only way she could survive.

The morning she spent observing people. Everyone moved with a relaxed sort of air, from adults to terribly young children, laughing and playing and working as if they didn’t have a care in the world. By midafternoon, Seraina had picked out a few possible choices, and observed them more closely. There were three of them, all friends, young and impressionable. It wasn’t hard to approach them and insinuate herself in their conversation, acting the part of the huntress she used to be, regaling them with stories of adventure and riches. She had them when she described fighting fearsome Alliance warriors and finding romance in the arms of a mysterious warrior who promised to love her eternally, even though they couldn’t be together. She told them where they could find her and told them to sneak out of the village after dark.

The three girls didn’t have a chance. They were caught, bound, gagged, and chained before they even realized they were being overpowered. The Grimtotem bulls surveyed her first catch with appraising eyes, then nodded to one another.

In the morning, Seraina went hunting again, this time elsewhere in Mulgore. She managed to convince two girls to follow her this time, using the same stories she had with the first three.

Over the next week and a half - she spread out her hunting time to avoid drawing attention to the disappearances, because these girls were missed, and their families had become worried when they hadn’t returned - Seraina managed to convince twelve girls to walk on their own away from everything they had ever known and into the arms of two monsters. It had taken much longer than the two Grimtotem seemed to be comfortable with, for with each passing hour, and each missing girl, the patrols by the Longwalkers had become more frequent and even Baine was leaving Thunder Bluff to lead searches. It was a nail-biting experience packing up all twelve girls, who, even when muffled and bound with rope instead of chain, still made an incredible amount of noise.

The two Grimtotem bulls kept the line of girls between them, one before, one behind. Seraina led the entire procession. Seraina was out front presumably to keep anyone from taking much notice of the long line of prisoners and the two outsiders, but she was sure that anyone who decided to take an interest in them wouldn’t do so because of her. Still, they moved under cover of darkness, and the moonless night tonight aided them in their escape. Crossing Mulgore now seemed to take so much longer than it had when they first arrived, but the two Grimtotem kept a harsh pace, striking anyone who so much as whimpered or tried to trip either herself or the girl in front of her in order to slow them down. The crack between Mulgore and the Barrens loomed soon enough, and then they were through.

Seraina let out her breath in a relieved sigh. They were halfway there. She was almost free.

Then one girl yelped, muffled though it was by her muzzle, and she crashed hard to the ground, one ankle twisted awkwardly.

Seraina immediately went to help. The two Grimtotem looked ready to beat the girl to a pulp for something that clearly wasn’t her fault. Seraina looked up at them and said, “Druoth doesn’t mind a little blood, but if she shows up with broken bones and isn’t usable, you know what he’ll do.”

The two males glanced at each other and frowned. The bigger one crouched and undid the contraption binding the girl’s wrists to the waist rope of the girl in front of her. Then he yanked on the line, closing the gap and hooking the next girl in place. Then he looked down at Seraina. “Make sure she can stand and walk. We’ll go on ahead. Remember what will happen if you fail.” he growled. Then he nodded to his partner, and the big bull yanked on the lead rope, pulling the girls along.

It was mere moments before they all disappeared into the darkness.

Seraina turned her attention back to the wounded girl. “Okay,” she said, trying to keep her voice friendly, “let’s see what’s going on here.”

The girl kicked out so suddenly that Seraina was forced to jerk back or else get kicked in the face. The edge of the girl’s hoof still caught her on the chin, snapping her head back enough to hurt and stun her. Then the girl was up and running, fleeing back toward Mulgore. Seraina got enough of her wits back to give chase, tackling the girl to the ground. They wrestled, Seraina struggling to pin the girl and capture her once more and the girl struggling to get away from Seraina. The girl delivered a hard punch to Seraina’s nose, then kicked up at her stomach. Seraina rolled off the girl, choking and unable to get enough air into her lungs. She felt dizzy and sick, and panic was starting to take over. If the girl got away, then Seraina was screwed. She reached out to grab the girl’s ankle.

The girl didn’t waste any time kicking Seraina’s hand. Bone crunched, making Seraina cry out in pain. Then the girl bolted, disappearing into the darkness and taking any hope Seraina had of being free with her.

Seraina bit back the scream of frustration that wanted to escape. It took her a long moment to get to her feet, and that was when she realized something. The two bull Grimtotem had gone on ahead with the eleven other girls. She could run. She could disappear into the wilds of Azeroth and no one would ever be able to find her. She could go to Outland. To Pandaria. Northrend. No one would be able to find her in those places.

A strong hand closed on the back of her neck, fingers gripping painfully into her main. The Grimtotem bull that had originally freed the girl stared down at Seraina, contempt in his eyes. Seraina stared back, crying silently with pain and frustration.

She didn’t walk back into the village proudly that afternoon, ready to declare her freedom to her captors and tormentors. She didn’t necessarily walk back in bound, but it was definitely clear something had gone wrong, as she was walking in between her two escorts, along with eleven bound, terrified, crying Tauren girls. To make everything worse, Druoth was waiting for them. He didn’t look at Seraina at first, instead inspecting each girl as he had inspected her so long ago. He checked their teeth. He squeezed their breasts. With one of the prettier ones, he shoved his hand down her pants and it was clear by the expression on her face and the way she lurched away from him that he had pushed his fingers inside of her. After a minute, he removed his hand and studied the line as he might study a roast. Then he turned to the two Grimtotem standing on either side of Seraina.

“Put her in my tent. I’ll be there in a moment.”

Seraina found herself dragged toward her prison, and she was thrown inside. It was clear the two bulls had taken up positions outside the tent’s entrance, as she could see their shadows against the material. She couldn’t see what was going on outside, but there was too much noise for it to be anything good. Screams, laughter, grunts and groans, they all filled her ears like a nightmare filled her mind.

Then Druoth entered the tent. He didn’t say anything. He hit her. Her head snapped back and she fell to the floor. He kicked her, his cloven hoof digging into her stomach, then her chest. Seraina coughed up blood, unable to shriek because her lungs refused to take in air. She was pretty sure some ribs were bruised if not broken. His fists were like boulders, driving into her flesh with fury and, perhaps, excitement as well. The big Grimtotem bull pounded away, not giving her any time to breath or scream or beg or explain her side of the story. When he seemed to finish expressing his rage, he grabbed her by the ankle and started to drag her out of the tent.

“I gave you express orders,” Druoth said, his voice sounding far too pleasant, “I gave you express orders and you disobeyed them. Twelve. I said twelve for your freedom. You delivered eleven.”

“But-“

“Oh, I know what happened. It was explained to me. He watched everything that happened, deciding to give you the benefit of the doubt. You did what you could, I’m sure, but a deal is a deal.”

“But-!”

“Twelve. I promised my men twelve. They only have eleven.”

Seraina struggled, as futile as it was. She clawed at the earth as Druoth dragged her from the tent, out into the fading sunlight. Now she heard the noises more clearly - the screams of girls as Druoth’s warriors forced themselves into them, the grunts of those taking their pleasure and laughter of the Grimtotem as they watched - and they scared her more than anything else ever had. Druoth continued to drag her, and the sounds grew louder and louder with every step. He yanked on her ankle then, his considerable strength lifting her straight up off the ground, upside down. She caught a glimpse of what she had been hearing - those eleven girls splayed on the ground beneath powerful bulls, held down by powerful hands, as thick cocks stole every last bit of childhood and freedom that they had left - and then she was staring into Druoth’s leering face.

“Well.” he said, his voice like thunder. “Now they’ll have twelve.”

He tossed her toward the mess she had glimpsed as casually as he might toss a rotten apple. Seraina hit the ground and yelled in pain, and that was before a hand closed on her shin and dragged her beneath its owner. The massive Grimtotem bull sneered down at her, tore her pants clear off her backside, and forced her down onto her stomach.

Seraina stared up at Druoth, trying to beg for mercy. As she felt her insides suddenly torn asunder, Druoth picked up the pretty Tauren girl he’d inspected before and dragged the crying girl away from the pile. As she watched him walk away with that girl firmly grasped in his hand, she felt fingers dig into her hair and lift her head up. Then she saw nothing but thick, wiry fur and hot, hard flesh, and knew nothing more except what she could hear coming from within the prison that was once hers.
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