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Proud No More	By : Red_Anticius Category: +S through Z > World of Warcraft Views: 61800 -:- Recommendations : 5 -:- Currently Reading : 3
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Chapter 3: Pride Breaker

            She had no idea how much time had passed when she finally came to. The first thing she noticed was the soreness between her legs, causing her to let out a weak groan. The second thing she noticed was the pain from her right ass cheek, where Kardris had branded her. Looking down, she saw the emblem of the Horde seared into her flesh.

            Jaina almost wanted to go back to the sweet darkness of sleep again to avoid facing the reality of her situation. But ultimately, her tenacity wound up winning over her dejection and she looked around to assess the situation.

            She noticed the ice that had been restraining her seemed to have melted. The archmage shuddered as that thought caused her to recall the brutal rape she had suffered at the hands of her own elemental. But determined to press forward, the archmage continued surveying her surroundings.

            A few meters in front of her lay the naked form of Haromm, now back to being an orc. Her last mirror image was nowhere to be seen, and the elemental was gone as well. From his loud snoring, Jaina surmised Haromm was in a deep slumber.

            Seeing the prone form of the dark shaman caused extreme anger to erupt within Jaina. The bastard had continued fucking her for hours after his partner had left them, ravaging her pussy with uncompromising ferocity. {But it looks like the pig passed out immediately after he finished his filthy task}, thought Jaina, as she realized he had neglected to restrain both her body and her mana, as Kardris had cautioned. {He will regret that.}

            Slowly standing up on shaky legs, Jaina walked towards the orc's sleeping body. Once upon a time, she would never have considered murdering a defenseless enemy in cold blood, even if he was an orc. But as the archmage stood over her torturer, it was an easy decision to make.

            Her mana had recovered enough while she was sleeping that she could now summon a formidable pyroblast in her hands, even without any of her equipment. She paused only a brief second, before hurling the fiery death sentence at Haromm. {Die.}

            The dark shaman's back erupted in flames. The burning pain caused the orc to awake with a start and cry out in pain. Without giving him a chance to counterattack, his assailant began casting fireballs at him, one after another. The smell of burning flesh filled the air as Haromm tried desperately to crawl away from Jaina. He attempted to call for help, although even if anyone was within earshot, the smoke from the fire soon began choking him, making it impossible to scream for long.

            It was less than a minute before the dark shaman stopped moving, having only managed to crawl a few feet from Jaina. His corpse continued to smolder, as the archmage looked on in smug satisfaction. {Your partner is next.}

            But as much as she wanted to do the same to Kardris, Jaina realized how foolish it would be to go after her now. She was still exhausted and starving. Her mana had been somewhat restored, but she did not have enough energy to use it effectively, especially against a foe who wasn't asleep. She also didn't know how much time had passed, and when someone might be coming to check in on the human prisoner. {Better to escape for now. But I will have my revenge on all of you sick bastards.}

            Pushing all thoughts of vengeance to the back of her head for the moment, Jaina closed her eyes and began concentrating on a teleportation spell. After finishing her incantation, the archmage opened her eyes to find she was still in the same hellhole as before. Her confusion lasted only a few seconds. {Of course there would be a teleportation barrier around this place. Pretty fancy spellwork, for a bunch of orcs.}

            She gave a frustrated sigh as she pondered her options. There was no telling how far the teleportation barrier spread. It could be confined to her island prison, or it could be in place throughout Ragefire Chasm. The archmage prayed it was the former. But either way, she needed to find a different way off the island first.

            She looked towards the edge of her prison, in the direction of the main section of Garrosh's base. There was at least a kilometer of magma that separated her from her from the mainland. {That shouldn't be too much of a problem}, thought Jaina, as she turned to look in the direction of Haromm's tethered wyvern.

            The beast was asleep earlier, but its master's death throes had awoken it. As Jaina approached the mount, it let out a warning growl. Jaina had always been fairly good with animals, but she didn't exactly have a lot of experience with the standard issue Horde flying mount. Fortunately, she was also a master mage.

            Using magic to calm the wyvern first, Jaina then approached it and softly pet its thick mane. The relatively weak will of the beast was easy enough to placate, and before long, Jaina had untied it from its post, and gotten on. Then, hoping it wasn't too different from a griffon, the archmage commanded her mount to fly.

            After a short flight, Jaina dismounted at the edge of the lake of magma, now back on the mainland of Garrosh's base. Another teleportation attempt resulted in failure, suggesting, to the archmage's dismay, that the barrier might be in place throughout the complex. Perhaps she would have to look for a more traditional way out. Wanting to lay low, she left the wyvern and proceeded on foot. She also conjured up a full set of mage robes, not wanting to attempt her escape naked.

            Over the next couple of hours, she slunk in the shadows, doing her best to avoid detection. But there were Horde soldiers everywhere, which slowed her pace considerably. She had tried teleporting a few more times, but was unsuccessful each time. Reaching a new part of the base, she began casting it yet again, hoping this area did not have a barrier. But then a distressing sight caught her eye.

            In front of her were a group of Alliance adventurers who had evidently survived the raid. They all wore handcuffs, with a heavy chain linking all of them together via the cuffs. Their bruised and bloodied faces made it obvious the Horde had not been kind to their prisoners of war. They were being led somewhere by a squad of orc warriors.

            Jaina knew trying to rescue them now on her own was a bad idea. It would make much more sense to escape herself, then come back in full force with a rescue party. Moreover, as a leader of an Alliance that had recently lost so many of its other leaders, her life was frankly more valuable to the war effort than this random party.

            But of course, that’s not how the kindhearted human liked to do things. She couldn’t bring herself to leave the adventurers to their fate. So reluctantly, she began hatching a plan of attack. There were only eight orcs. That was probably too many for her to handle in her current state, but there were also five adventurers that would presumably join the fray if they were freed. She would have to use the element of surprise to the fullest, and liberate the party as quickly as possible after she made her move.

            Stepping out of the shadows, the archmage cloaked herself in an invisibility spell. Then, after getting closer to the group, she took careful aim before launching five, well-placed ice lances. The expert sorceress hit her marks with exceptional precision. Five lances struck five pairs of handcuffs, freezing them instantly. With dangerous elegance, the archmage snapped her fingers, causing all five pairs of handcuffs to shatter into pieces. The adventurers were now free from their restraints and capable of fighting back.

            Losing no time, Jaina started on the orcs themselves. A fireball leapt from her hands into the face of the closest one, who still wasn’t sure what was going on. Her target fell back in pain, clutching at his burning face. She turned on her heel and blasted another with arcane energy, sending him flying.

            “Quickly, heroes! Defend yourselves!” the archmage yelled.

            The rest of the orcs were now wise to the rescue attempt, and started surrounding the human intruder. Jaina launched another fireball at one of them, but he blocked it with his shield. The orc beside him deflected an arcane barrage with his axe. They were closing in on Jaina, who was having trouble fighting at her best due to the trials of the last few days.

            To buy time, she buffeted the orcs with a cone of cold, slowing most of them down a little. Unfortunately, one managed to dodge the spell, and immediately counterattacked by slamming the butt of his axe into Jaina’s solar plexus.

            “Uuuff!”

            She stumbled backwards from the blow, disoriented and in pain. Even as she staggered, she instinctively cast a deadly frostbolt into the chest of her assailant, disabling him for the moment. Looking past him, she saw the effects of her cone of cold wearing off on his friends. Behind them, the party of adventurers seemed to still be standing there, clueless.

            “What are you waiting for? Fight back!”

            As she said this, Jaina continued to hurl lethal spells one after another at the approaching orcs. Exhausted though she was, her years of study and training allowed the archmage to fend off the brutes with deadly skill. Against all odds, she brought down the entire rest of the squad on her own. Yet this inspiring feat of spellwork seemed to do nothing for the adventures’ apathy. In fact, on closer inspection, Jaina saw that they looked more terrified than ever.

            “Why are you just standing there?” she demanded.

            “You don’t know what you’ve done… We’ll all pay for this! There’s no escaping the True Horde. All you’ve done is doomed us to worse punishment!” wailed one of the adventurers at last.

            “This cannot be,” said Jaina sadly. “Have the heroes of the Alliance been reduced to such a state? You must get yourselves together, and soon, bef--”

            The distracted archmage was cut short as someone struck her on the back of her head, knocking her tired body out instantly. The commotion of the skirmish had alerted another squad in the area, and it was an orc from this group that had attacked Jaina from behind.

            “Please, master orc, don’t blame us for what that wench did! We had no part in it!” begged one of the adventures pitifully.

            “Pathetic… You four, take the rest of these Alliance scum to the holding cells. And someone tell the Warchief that his prisoner has been found,” commanded the orc in charge. “He’s going to want to know this.”

            A few hours later…

            Jaina awoke to a throbbing pain at the back of her head. That soon became a very secondary concern, as she assessed her current surroundings. She was sandwiched between two huge Kor’kron warriors, who were holding her arms tightly behind her back. She seemed to be in a dimly lit dungeon of some sort. But most alarming of all, she appeared to be almost entirely naked yet again. The only exception was the cruel goblin collar that once more rested snugly around her neck, disabling her magic.

            “Finally, you’ve awoken,” said a cold voice in front of her. The Warchief looked a strange mix of annoyed and eager. Annoyed, perhaps, at her escape attempt. Jaina didn’t want to imagine what the cause of his eagerness might be.

            “I am embarrassed at the failings of your last keeper. The shaman bitch has been disciplined accordingly. And obviously, you dealt with her companion yourself. As you have also recently experienced, good help can be so hard to find. I promise that going forward, your security will not be so lax, Miss Proudmoore,” Garrosh continued. “Further escape attempts will not be tolerated. Indeed, you will soon learn the price of crossing me.”

            “I escaped once Garrosh,” said the archmage defiantly. “I’ll do it again. And next time, I’ll be sure to kill you with the rest of your kind.”

            “I look forward to breaking your spirit, woman. Gallywix, bring in your man.”

            “Bring it in!” ordered the goblin next to Garrosh. Jaina had not noticed him until just then. The diminutive trade prince was much smaller than the orcs in the room.

            From a door on the other end of the room walked in one of the preeminent engineers of Azeroth.

            “You heard him, push it over here,” said Gazlowe, another goblin, pointing to towards where Jaina was held captive. Behind the goblin, two more Kor’kron guards pushed a set of menacing contraptions into the room. The archmage gasped in trepidation as she wondered at how the ominous apparatus would be used to further degrade her.

            The first piece of it was a trapezoidal wedge of metal, with the short side on top, measuring about four feet across. It was sitting about four feet high on four legs that slanted diagonally in a saw-horse like support. The top of the wedge was slightly rounded and covered by a fur lining. Manacles were attached near the bottom of each of the legs.

            The second piece of it was a huge barrel standing on a pole, about six feet high. The pole was on a stand with wheels, allowing one of the Kor’kron to move the device around. Jaina thought she could hear some kind of liquid sloshing around in the barrel. Dangling from the bottom of the barrel was a rubber hose that ended in a sinister looking nozzle and what seemed to be a pump of some kind. Curiously, the just before the nozzle end was a round rubber part, like a small ball.

            “Trade Prince, Warchief, it is my honor to present to you my latest invention, the Ass-Blasting Pride Breaker 9000X™. Just Pride Breaker for short. I think you’ll find it meets your specifications exactly,” said Gazlowe brightly.

            Jaina’s eyes widened at the goblin’s introduction of the device. {It couldn’t be… They aren’t that depraved surely…?}

            “Impressive, goblin. And on such short notice. If it indeed works, you will be handsomely rewarded for your service. In fact, I do believe my Horde is in need of a new, and highly compensated, Chief Engineer,” said Garrosh, as he looked at the wicked mechanisms before him.

            “I guarantee that you will not be disappointed, Warchief. This baby will humble any Alliance bitch, even the former Lady of Theramore. By the end of the day, there won’t be any fight left in her. Please allow me to demonstrate. You there, bring the wench over here,” said Gazlowe, pointing to the Kor’kron holding Jaina. Terrified of what was going to happen to her, Jaina took this moment to try and fight back, twisting her body and kicking her feet.

            *WHAM*

            “Uuugghh!”

            Jaina grunted in pain from the powerful punch Garrosh threw into her unprotected belly, the fight immediately draining from her body.

            The two guards brought the chastened archmage over to the saw-horse rack and threw her onto the wedge, so that her stomach was facing down. Then, as directed by Gazlowe, they put Jaina’s wrists and ankles into the manacles on the legs of the rack and locked them in. The human sorceress was now spread taut and bent double over the wedge, her hands and feet secured just inches off the floor. Her toned tummy rested on the middle of the wedge, and her ass pointed out into the air behind her. Jaina’s head hung upside down as she looked between her spread legs behind her at her captors’ boots.

            “Okay, now bring over the other piece,” instructed Gazlowe.

            Nervously, the archmage tried to crane her neck to see what was happening next. She had her suspicions, but hoped to the Light that even these heathens wouldn’t resort to something so filthy. Her hopes evaporated when she felt the goblin take the nozzle she saw earlier and being pressing it against her exposed backdoor.

            “W-wait… Just what do you think you’re—”

            “Shut up already, human whore,” said Gazlowe dismissively as he slapped Jaina’s full ass.

            *SMACK*

            “Oww!”

            Continuing with his base mission, Gazlowe stuck the ball-end of the nozzle slowly into the archmage’s puckered sphincter.

            “Uuhhhgggghhhh!”

            Jaina groaned as the nozzle was inserted inside her. It was not particularly large, but it still wasn’t pleasant. The hardest part was getting the round head through. Once it popped through her tight sphincter, the rest of the nozzle followed easily enough.

            “You people are sick!”

            “As you can see, once the hose is firmly inserted, I can begin to increase the size of the plug with this pump,” explained Gazlowe, completely ignoring the human. He grabbed hold of a small pump near the end of the hose and started pumping.

            “Uuaahh! What—”

            Jaina felt the ball head of the nozzle start to expand inside her ass with each pump.

            “She probably won’t take much the first few times, but I can assure you that by the time the Pride Breaker is done with her, she’ll be able to handle a lot more,” continued Gazlowe nonchalantly, as he kept pumping.

            “Gaahhh! Stop, it won’t go anymore!”

            It felt like there was a rubber ball just inside the ring of her delicate sphincter.

            “There, that should do it for now,” said Gazlowe, as he gave the hose sticking out of the distressed archmage’s ass a few tugs.

            “Uhh! Ahh!”

            “Now that it’s secured by the inflatable plug, we can turn on my invention,” the goblin went on with glee. He took out a remote of some kind and flicked a switch. Suddenly, the goblin tech hummed to life. A new chill of fear ran down Jaina’s spine as she heard this. {Just how far are they planning to take this…}

            “Well, what’s it waiting for Gazlowe?” questioned Gallywix.

            “Patience, you’ll see soon enough,” the goblin replied slyly.

            And indeed, after just a few moments, Jaina blanched in shock as she felt a warm liquid pour inside her.

            “Uhhhhhh! You cursed degenerates! Stop this now! Ahhhh!”

            “As you can see, it has begun. The default setting is just a slight trickle, but as we discussed, it can be adjusted as you see fit. At this rate, it will take maybe 10 minutes for her to ass to give way. I suggest leaving it at the low setting for at least today, to give her some time to become accustomed to her ‘training’,” said Gazlowe.

            {At least today? Training? What do they mean?”

            “And now, the piece de resistance,” crowed the goblin, holding up a bottle of some strange dark liquid. Openning the bottle, he yanked on the sorceress’s hair and forced it into her mouth. Jaina tried to refuse to swallow, but a few hard slaps to her face disoriented her enough for the goblin to pour most of it down her throat, choking her a little. “This is the new concoction I told you about. An unparalleled aphrodisiac that will drive the bitch wild. Based on testing so far, it should at least double her sexual sensitivity and lust. We call it Aphoria.”

            “Only double?” asked Garrosh, a little disappointed.

            “For now. We are still experimenting, and should be able to come up with a more potent formula in time. The limiting factor is amount of essence we’ve been able to extract from the prime sha we captured. But I don’t think you’ll be unsatisfied with its results today.”

            “Uhhhhh!”

            The archmage’s had trouble focusing on the murmured conversation around her as her ass filled with the other unknown substance from the barrel. Despite realizing it was futile, Jaina couldn’t help but try and escape her restraints, straining her muscles to pull against the manacles.

            “Don’t worry, there is no chance she’ll get anywhere with her struggling. She will be here as long as you need her to be,” reassured Gazlowe.

            Garrosh bent down and grabbed Jaina’s pretty white hair and pulled her head backwards to face him, causing a grunt of pain to emanate from the archmage.

            “You hear that Lady Proudmoore? You will stay here and be violated until you finally break. Your petty values and so-called principles will abandon you as I pour gallons of this oil down your filthy asshole while your sex-drugged body cums over and over like the slut you are. What do you think of that, human?”

            “Uhh… If you know what’s—Ahh! What’s good for you, you’d use this oil—Ughh! To build what paltry ships you can muster before—Hahhh! Before the Alliance navy comes to crush you!”

            “I’m sorry, it’s a little hard to hear you over your moans. Has the Aphoria gotten you a little flustered? Or is your slutty cunt just turned on from being anally raped in front of us?”

            “I’ll kill you!”

            “Still so defiant. So proud. I look forward to seeing you beg for mercy, human. For forgiveness. Before I’m done with you, you will crawl on the ground to me and beg for my cock. You will be a slave to me and my Horde, a broken slut of a woman, a thrall to my every command.”

            At this, Jaina laughed. Or at least she tried to, between gasps of shock and pleasure as the Pride Breaker continued to pump into her and a warm flush started spreading throughout her body. {Is that the drug they were talking about?}

            “I told you before when we started all this, monster. Ughh! I will never submit to you!”

            Instead of getting angry, as Jaina had thought he would, Garrosh smirked.

            “Goblin, give me that,” commanded Garrosh, reaching over for the remote in Gazlowe’s hand.

            “Let’s see you maintain that confidence after this,” said Garrosh darkly, as he turned the dial of the Pride Breaker to maximum.

            The apparatus suddenly hummed even louder, as the oil in the barrel began pumping into the archmage’s asshole with alarming speed.

            “Uhhhhggggghhhhh!!”

            Jaina’s eyes snapped wide as she felt the black oil pummel her insides with great force. What was starting to become mild cramping turned into a feeling of being completely bloated within seconds.

            “Grrraahhh! You bastards!”

            Her ass was full, but still the nozzle held steady, refusing to budge. It was still held in by the inflated ball-plug at the end of the nozzle. Jaina’s muscles clenched in stress, as she felt the oil continue to flow. Desperately, the archmage tried to push the hose out, clenching her ass cheeks with great effort.

            “Hahhhhh! Ahhhhhhh!!”

            Finally, some of the oil began to leak out. Some of it dripped down her sexy, straining legs. Most of it sprayed outward from her overworked sphincter like a depraved sprinkler. Yet the oil continued to be pumped.

            “Ohhhhhhhhhhh!! Stop it! Uhhhhhhh! Gahhh!”

            Jaina shut her eyes, unbelieving of what they were doing to her once innocent body. She shook her head in disbelief, sending her beautiful white hair everywhere. Her fists were clenched tightly in their shackles, her knuckles white. Her feet were similarly arched backwards, toes curled. Her sensuous body had produced a layer of sweat, giving her creamy skin a provocative sheen.

            “Interesting, the human’s ass can’t handle as much as I thought. It looks like she’s about to do it,” noted Gazlowe clinically. As beautiful as the archmage was, he was always more interested in his work than anything else.

            “Huuhhhhhhh! Hohhhhhhhhhh!!”

            Indeed, the archmage’s audience could see one end of the nozzle’s inflatable plug start to emerge from Jaina’s stretching asshole. The muscles in her ass pushed with heroic exertion as they attempted to dislodge the nozzle.

            “Ahhhhhhhhhhhh!!”

            The round inflatable plug was almost halfway out now, with Jaina’s normally cute asshole expanded to a debauched diameter.

            “Awwwwwww Fuuuuccckkk!! UUUUNNNNGGGHHHHH!!!”

            *PFFFFTT!* *PLOP*

            Physical relief flooded the weary archmage’s face as her exhausted body managed at last to fart out the oil spewing hose.

            *PFFFFTT!* *SPLASH*

            “Uhhhhhhh…”

            A massive amount of oil soon followed the hose as it was belched out of the archmage’s sputtering sphincter.

            “Ohhh… Fucking…” groaned Jaina, as she felt the liquid eject from her bowels. Too overwhelmed to do anything but lay there and recover, she didn’t immediately notice that the humming of the machine was now gone and in its place was the villainous laughter of orcs and goblins.

            “My, what a display Lady Proudmoore. Did you enjoy that?” mocked Garrosh.

            Jaina continued to be too drained to bother replying. Faintly, she heard something like a door bell chiming in the back of her mind.

            Garrosh walked up behind the bent over archmage and examined her desecrated asshole. Some leftover oil continued to dribble out of it, as it winked open and closed. He stuck a finger inside and began to feel around the rim, to Jaina’s alarm.

            “Hmm, her ass muscles are surprisingly strong, for a human. She hardly feels any looser,” he commented, to the amusement of the goblins and other orcs. “But we’ll see how long that lasts. What do you think, Lady Proudmoore?”

            “Y-You perverted fucks…” replied the indignant archmage.

            “I wouldn’t go around point fingers, human,” laughed Garrosh, as he pointed at the floor beneath Jaina’s legs. To her intense shame, she saw that she had uncontrollably squirted when she pushed out the hose.

            “I… I didn’t—”

            “No use trying to lie about it, human,” admonished Gazlowe. “Did you hear that ‘ding’ sound? That came from your new and improved collar. Consider this payback for ruining my last one. This one measures your biometrics in real-time. Every time your slutty body climaxes, it will record it for all to see.”

            The goblin pointed to a faintly glowing number ‘1’ that was displayed on her collar.

            “But don’t worry whore, that’s the least of your worries,” taunted Garrosh. “Goblin, how much longer do you think this barrel will last?”

            “Well, if we go back to the lower rate of flow, we can make just short of eight hours, probably,” Gazlowe estimated.

            “Very well then. That should be appropriate enough. Guards, you’ve seen how this works. Set it on the lowest setting again and replace it each time the whore farts it out. You can rotate in shifts,” commanded Garrosh. Then, turning back to Jaina, he said: “I have other things to attend to now. But I’m sure these gentlemen will take good care of you. And remember what I said. Before this is over, you will beg.”

            With that, the Warchief signaled most of the party out, leaving one Kor’kron to continue administering the vicious ‘training’. Some of them seemed reluctant to go, but the Warchief’s word was absolute. Jaina wished she could have showed a brave face when he had predicted she would be begging by the end of all this. But all she could do was stare in abject fear at what Gazlowe had said, not even noticing the nozzle being reinserted. {Eight hours?!}

            2 hours later…

            “Huh! Hah! Ugh! Hahhhhh!!”

            The powerless archmage’s head hung downwards dejectedly as her cramping body continued to be subjected to the Pride Breaker’s assault. The machine’s hose was, for what seemed like the hundredth time, lodged firmly in her back entrance, pumping the vile liquid that had defiled her for the last 2 hours. And due to the Aphoria in her bloodstream, she was even forced to enjoy the stimulation. The orgasm counter on her collar read 6, and to her dismay, she could feel she was soon headed towards number 7.

            “Uhhhh! Ohhhh!”

            After Garrosh and most of the others had left, Jaina stopped even trying to hold back her voice. The depraved combination of Aphoria and continuous anal enema was too much for her to resist. The current Kor’kron watching over her found the wanton sounds coming from her mouth highly entertaining.

            “Ahhhh! Huhhhh! Nnnggh!”

            “I knew it! You Alliance scum pretend to be above everyone else. But now your true colors are showing, Miss Proudmoore. Are all Alliance females as slutty as you? Or are you especially shameless?”

            “Damn you orc! When I get out of this-- Ahhhhhhhhh!!”

            The amused orc interrupted her by turning the knob of the Pride Breaker to the max, blasting the archmage’s depth with a torrent of oil. Instantly, Jaina’s body tensed up, a reaction to the sudden tightness in her ass. As she was getting used to doing now, she began working the muscles in her glutes hard, desperate to pass the hose from her as soon as she could to relieve herself from the pressure.

            *PFFFFT!*

            The hose jettisoned violently from the archmage’s behind, followed by the usual fountain of black oil. Jaina’s body sagged as the tension from the inflatable plug was temporarily alleviated. Even after doing this for 2 hours, it still took a tremendous effort to eject the plug, causing a new layer of sweat to coat her exhausted body.

            “Hahaha! If you ever get out of this, your body and mind will be so broken, you won’t know how to do anything but satisfy orc cock,” laughed the Kor’kron, as he eagerly began reinserting the Pride Breaker, not wanting to give the human any opportunity to recover.

            “Uhhhhhggggghhhh…”

            Jaina let out a long, pitiful groan as the orc began pumping the inflatable plug up to size again. Her once tight rosebud asshole, too drained from 2 hours of anal violation, provided little resistance against the plug. Wearily, she awaited the inevitable hum of the machine and the dreaded feeling of warm oil again.

            “Tell you what, human. If you beg to suck my cock, I’ll keep the machine off for the rest of my shift. But you have to ask nicely,” sniggered the orc.

            Rage overtook the archmage, making her forget her fatigue for a moment.

            “You filthy cretin! I’d sooner be tied to this machine for the next year!”

            “Hahaha, don’t say anything you’ll regret, Miss Proudmoore,” laughed the orc in response, as he turned on the machine again. “Besides, I’m sure you can find me quite pleasant once you get to know me.”

            “I would never-- Hahhh!”

            Although he had already seen the human wench made to cum multiple times from the machine earlier in his shift, the Kor’kron thought being forced to cum directly by an orc would bring the bitch down another peg. So before she could finish her retort, he reached under the human and began energetically rubbing her exposed clitoris.

            “Uhhhh! Stop it! You won’t get away-- Ahhhh!”

            The orc wasn’t particularly skilled, but Jaina was already close from the anal stimulation, and the Aphoria made almost any kind of clitoral stimulation, regardless of how incompetent, feel painfully good. But knowing that the hated orc just wanted to humiliate her even more, she fought desperately against the undeniable feelings in her loins.

            “Ohhhh! Don’t! Damn you!! Hahhhhhh!!”

            Her body trembled in her restraints as the orc’s fingers drove unwanted pleasure into her body. Her already overworked muscles tensed yet again, as the archmage desperately tried to wrest control of her inflamed body from the aphrodisiac and stimulation. The Kor’kron, although a human hater, couldn’t help but admire the woman’s taut body. Her creamy thighs quivered, and the muscles in her calves were visibly clenched. Her cute painted toes curled tightly, and her small hands formed fists. Having seen her orgasm a few times already, the orc knew this defiance was merely the telltale signs of her impending climax. As much as she tried, her drugged body wouldn’t be able to fight the inescapable pleasure forever.

            “Ahhhhh! Nooo! Stop before-- Uhhhhh! No, don’t… Ohhhhhh!”

            Knowing what was coming, the orc began rubbing the human’s clitoris even faster, as he turned the Pride Breaker to max yet again.

            “Hahhhhhh!! Just stop! Awwwwwww! I’m going to…”

            *PFFFFFFFFFT!*

            “AHHHHHHHHHHH!!!”

            Just as she farted out the hose from her crinkled asshole, Jaina’s pussy exploded in orgasm, spraying the orc’s hand and her own thighs with copious amounts of her clear ejaculate.

            “Uhhhhhhhhhh…”

            The archmage groaned pitiably as she came down from her forced climax, noticing dimly the cursed ‘ding’ of her collar as the orgasm counter ticked up once more.

            {I don’t think I can take much more…}

            4 hours later…

            As one of the Kor’kron walked in to replace his comrade and start his own shift, the first thing he noticed was the powerful odor that now pervaded the room. 4 hours of anal rape had taken its toll on the poor archmage. Sweat poured off her shiny body in buckets, plastering her disheveled hair to her still noble face. Her collar now read 13, something that could be partly verified by the half-dried ejaculate and girl cum that stained the inside of her milky thighs. The sweat, cum, and oil mixed together in a powerful, intoxicating concoction that instantly caught the attention of the orc.

            “Enjoying yourself, are we?” asked the orc sarcastically.

            “Damn you monsters…”

            Walking behind the human, the Kor’kron inspected her currently empty asshole. Sticking a thick finger inside and feeling around, he tested her tightness. To Jaina’s shame, her worn sphincter yielded easily to the invader, taking him in almost to the knuckle with no resistance.

            “Uhhhhhh…”

            “Not bad, but still a ways to go, I think,” chuckled the orc, as he retrieved the hose from the ground and began putting it back in.

            “No, wait! You don’t have to do this!”

            “Oh, I don’t?”

            The orc hesitated, waiting to hear what the human had to say. Hoping beyond hope that this orc could be reasoned with, Jaina began negotiating.

            “There’s no one else here. If you just… If you leave me be for your shift, if you let me rest a little, I won’t tell a soul.”

            “Hahaha, and why would I do that?”

            “You know I’m not in a position to help you. But this… This is beyond cruel. You’re a member of the Kor’kron, an elite cadre of honorable warriors. Would you wish this on your worst enemy?”

            “So, you want mercy?”

            “Yes, mercy. Just… Just a little.”

            “Perhaps you’re right. I’ve never been in favor of torturing prisoners of war,” mused the orc. Jaina’s heart lifted at that.

            “Then that means you’ll--”

            “That is, until your father, Daelin Proudmoore, captured and killed my son and his entire platoon, after he had already surrendered,” growled the orc darkly.

            Despair overcame Jaina once more as she felt the hose at the entrance to her ass yet again.

            “Wait! I’m not like my father!”

            “You’re a human. You’re all the same,” replied the orc, as he began inflating the plug inside of the archmage’s bowels.

            “Uhhhhhhhhh…”

            Jaina groaned as her fledgling plan floundered and another session with the Pride Breaker would soon begin. However, she quickly realized something was off. After the plug had reached its usual size, the orc continued to expand it inside of her.

            “Uhhhgggghhhh! Wait, what are you doing?”

            “Giving you what you deserve, whore,” replied the orc, as he continued inflating the plug.

            “Ahhhhh! Stop, it won’t go anymore! Hahhhhhh!”

            “You Alliance don’t seem so brazen without your fleets or tanks,” said the orc, as he remembered how Admiral Daelin had thwarted his attempts to rescue his son.

            “Ohhhhh! Uhhhhhh! Ahhhhhh!”

            The plug actually showed visibly from the outside, as it pressed against Jaina’s inner walls. Remembering that Garrosh had warned against seriously hurting the alliance bitch, the orc decided not to inflate the device the entire way this time. But it was still about 50% larger than what Jaina had been used to. The orc smiled, and wondered how the woman would react when she was forced to discharge the large plug from her body. The apparatus roared to life as the orc set the dial to max right away.

            “Hahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!”

            The archmage screamed in shock and fear as oil exploded from the hose, filling her already stretched ass. Very soon after being turned on, the archmage’s bowels were already entirely filled, and oil was leaking in spurts around the hose from her struggling asshole. The plug was already starting to protrude from her hole, but the increased size made it much harder to force out.

            “Ohhhhhhhhh! Stop iiiit!! Ahhhhhh!”

            Little by little, the plug emerged from her backdoor. Her sphincter was stretched wider than it had ever been, as the archmage worked her ass muscles with all her strength. On the other end of things, the oil in her depths, having nowhere else to go, began filling up her intestines, causing Jaina to dry heave from the nausea.

            “Oh Liiiight!! I’m sorry about your son! Please stoooooppp!! Uhhhhhggggghhhh!!”

            The plug was almost at the halfway point. But it looked as if Jaina’s mistreated asshole was at its limit. Hearing the pitiful human apologize for her father’s mistakes intrigued the orc somewhat. In a random act of benevolence, he pressed the pressure release button on the hose, deflating the plug.

            *PFFFFFFT!!*

            As the plug deflated, it began became small enough to fit through Jaina’s sphincter, and was ejected with great force.

            “Ahhhhhhhhhhhhh!!”

            A torrent of oil flushed itself from the archmage’s ass, splashing all over the floor. The last drops took a while to make their way out, sputtering slowly from her gaping, farting rosebud.

            “Ohhhhhhhhh… Uhhhh…”

            She moaned unintelligibly, her sexy body completely worn out. But before she had a chance to recuperate, she felt the hose being inserted once more.

            “No… Wait… Uhhhhh…”

            “You may be right. Perhaps you are a little better than your father. But you’re still an Alliance whore, and you will be broken for my Warchief. We’ll go back to the normal size for now.”

            {How much longer…?}

            6 hours later…

            *PFFFFFFT!*

            “AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!”

            The collar around her neck dinged 18 as the archmage’s body shook weakly. No longer hydrated enough to ejaculate, her pussy simply pulsed around the Kor’kron’s fingers. 6 hours of anal plundering had left the sorceress a shadow of her former self. As she came down from yet another orgasm, her oversexed body slumped in her restraints, tender and beyond exhausted.

            “Well? How about now?” asked the current Kor’kron watching over her. It was the same one that had previously offered to trade her a short reprieve for a blowjob.

            “I… I…”

            “Still not sure? Well okay then,” said the orc, as he reached to pick up the hose again.

            “Wait! Oh Light… Please, I just… Please stop. I’m begging you, I can’t take anymore… Please let me rest.”

            “Hahaha, not so mighty now, are we Miss Proudmoore? Well, I might be feeling generous. But first, why don’t you tell me what I want to hear,” demanded the orc.

            “I… I’m a whore. I’m just a useless… Alliance whore. Now, please, stop this…”

            Jaina’s cheeks burned red in shame as she disgraced herself in front of her enemy. {I just can’t take it anymore… If this gets me out of it, fine. Let him have his small victory…}

            “Not bad! But I think you know there’s something more I’m looking for,” taunted the orc.

            “Can I… Can I suck you’re…”

            She just couldn’t do it. As tired as she was, as desperate as she was, she couldn’t say those words.

            “Oh well, maybe next time,” remarked the Kor’kron, as he enthusiastically stuck the nozzle back into Jaina’s asshole.

            “Noooo, please noooo!” she cried, as she felt the oil begin flowing in. A trickle of tears now stained the archmage’s cheeks, as the eternal torment of the Pride Breaker continued on.

            A few minutes later, she was full once again, and began the ritual of spewing out the plug from her ass. Having suffered this fate for 6 hours already, her body no longer had any ability to aid the process. Her glutes were simply too tired to work properly and help push the plug out. Instead, her crinkled asshole had to do all the work itself, forced to expand weakly around the plug. As it diligently performed its perverse task, Jaina’s eyes began to roll back.

            “Ohhhhhh!! Please just stop it! Uhhhhhhhh! You’re breaking me!! Awwwwwwwwwwww!!”

            *PFFFFFFFFFFT!*

            8 hours later…

            Garrosh slowly walked into the torture chamber, having conducted a day’s worth of military strategizing and political governing in the world above. As he looked at the once powerful, assertive, and proud Lady of Theramore Isle, he grinned.

            Passed out on the Pride Breaker was Jaina’s sensuous body, after 8 hours of anal ravaging. Her eyes were half closed, and a trail of drool reached from her mouth to the floor. Around the machine lay a gratuitous puddle of sweat, ejaculate, and oil. The hose now rested on the floor, the barrel of oil it was attached to completely drained. Around her neck, her collar indicated she had cum a grand total of 22 times.

            Reaching down, Garrosh grabbed a fistful of Jaina’s hair and lifted her head up to face him. Giving her a couple of hard slaps to her face was enough to bring her out of her near-catatonic state.

            “Uugghh…”

            Opening her eyes slowly, Jaina stared distantly at her captor.

            “So, how was your first day of training, Lady Proudmoore?” asked Garrosh.

            “I… Training? What…?”

            Letting go of her hair, Garrosh walked behind the archmage and inspected her desecrated asshole. Sticking a finger inside, he played with her anus a little.

            “Huhhhh…”

            “Well, there’s definitely been some progress,” noted Garrosh.

            Starting to come back to her surroundings, Jaina looked at her tormentor from between her legs. The emptiness in her eyes soon gave way to anger. Noticing her glare, Garrosh gave her ass a hard slap.

            *SLAP!*

            “Ahhh!”

            “Awake now, are we? Good. Remember what I said about begging? Well, now’s the time, human. Perhaps if you beg for forgiveness, we can end this little game,” challenged the Warchief.

            Jaina hesitated for a moment. She had gone through hell, but she had made it with her sanity in tact. But could she go through it again? How many times would Garrosh put her through this, or another torment, before she finally broke? She didn’t know, but she realized it didn’t matter. As long as she still had free will, she would never give in to this monster.

            “Never.”

            A pause. Then:

            “I was hoping you would say that, whore,” said Garrosh quietly. Then, turning away, he ordered the current Kor’kron on duty to take the prisoner back to her cell and to provide her with another dose of Aphoria. “Give her 8 hours to rest. Then start again. And get somebody to clean up this mess.”
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