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Shattered	By : Koori Category: +S through Z > World of Warcraft Views: 8001 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter Seven – Nathaniel Conway
Awareness came slowly, the muted sound of slippered feet across the floor, the scent of wood burning in the fire place, the warmth and softness of the bed he slept in. It was as if he was home and when he opened his eyes he would see his mother tending the fire.    That was what his heart was hoping; his hunger, soreness and fatigue spoke of the harsh reality. Once he opened his eyes his Master would be waiting, more than likely with a look of dissent on his face for whatever directive he had broken while being unconscious. The longer he laid still the harsher the punishment, after a long moment he sighed and opened his eyes.
A soft canopy of silk hung over the small bed he laid in, Vance’s room had no such feature and his breath caught. The covering parted and a familiar but unexpected face peered in. The years had not been kind to the elf looking down at him, her face was gaunt and her eyes haunted, he doubted he looked any better. “Awake, Child?” she said in Thalassian, “your Master has left you in my care until you’ve recovered.”
“Nanny Deni?” Nathaniel whispered, bewildered.
A look of confusion and then recognition crossed her face. “By the Sunwell,” the silk was pulled back further so light fell on his face. “He told me …,” she lifted the heavy quilt covering him back to reveal a thin cotton gown he had been dressed in at some point when he was unconscious. “What kind of monster … Nahoan, what has become of you?”
With a sob he turned his head away from her. “I’m in hell, ma’am, and my gatekeeper to this prison is my brother.   I am a madman’s play toy, a man I knew as a child who wants nothing more than to shatter my soul, an act he has come very close in doing. I thought if I appeased him, just maybe I could survive this hell … but there really is no hope is there? Why do I keep fighting it?”
“Because we are Quel’dorei,” Deni said as she brushed a hand down his cheek. “We do not know the meaning of surrender. If you have the strength, we should get you sat up in the bed.   I have a small pot of soup I’ve been keeping warm.   The dossier I was given for today just had bed rest and a bath should you feel up for it, along with a diet of warm soup, bread and juice.”
“I have not been fed more than a scrap of food in so long,” Nathaniel whispered. Just then the door across the room opened and he tensed at the sight of Foster standing there.
“Deathspeaker Vance commands you come with me, woman,” Foster said in the death haunted voice he now possessed.
A look of fear crossed Deni’s face as she nodded. “Of course. Nahoan, please make no attempt to get out of bed until I return. You are very weak and your Master made it very clear you are not to come to harm.”
The door closed behind the pair leaving them alone. Nathaniel looked around the room he was in; beyond the bed there was a small sitting area with a low table and a couple of chairs, and a dresser with an oval mirror above it. His heart sunk at the sight of the orb resting on top of the bureau. The same viewing crystal from before, he would never be far from the eyes of his Master.
His fingers worked the cotton material of the gown he wore, a habit he had been unable to break since being forced to wear female clothing. The time passed slowly and just as the first tinges of anxiety of being left alone set in, the door opened and Deni entered. She shut the door behind her and walked over to the dresser keeping her face averted. A strange scent reached Nathaniel’s nose and he frowned, it smelled like something burning or had been burnt. Following Deni’s motions he saw her pull on a cotton glove on her right hand, there was just a moment the back of her left was shown to him but he could see a blistering brand burnt into the flesh.
“Deni!” He cried sitting up, the world spun and suddenly the other was there in front of him, supporting him. Both hands now gloved. “What …” he started.
“I’m not allowed to touch your flesh with my own,” she said calmly as she quickly adjusted the pillows behind him and sat him back so his head and shoulders were supported. “Your Master just made sure it wouldn’t be repeated.” She pulled the heavy quilt over him tucking it around his waist.
The left hand had been the one she had brushed away his tears with. “He’s crazy,” Nathaniel sighed closing his eyes. “I’m sorry; you are in this dreadful position because of me.”
“If you hadn’t needed a caretaker I would be dead now,” Deni said as she walked back to the bed with a bowl. “I’ve been given peculiar orders when it comes to feeding you. Forgive me but he’s watching …” Nathaniel nodded. “Open,” she said and he parted his lips allowing the soup to be spooned in. “Swallow,” she whispered, permitting him to take it from the spoon. He slowly drained the bowl with pauses for bites of bread and sips of juice all hand-fed to him by his old nanny.
“Thank you,” he said as she stood and walked over to the viewing crystal tipping the bowl toward it to prove it was empty before sitting it along the other dirty dishes on a tray and then out into the hall.
“Did you eat?” Nathaniel asked. His stomach happy with the amount of food he’d been given, for the first time in a long while.
“Your Master will see to my needs,” Deni said as she sat down on a chair near the fire and picked up a book nearby. “He wanted me to … teach you how to be a lady. I have a book that covers etiquette. Forgive me …”
“Just read it,” Nathaniel said with a sigh closing his eyes. “I’ll do my best for you; you will not get hurt for my follies.”
“To be a proper lady one must be polite …”
The full stomach and gentle words had him asleep before the end of the first chapter. He awoke to a darkened room, his body chilled. As he struggled through the veil of sleep it occurred to him that the blanket had been removed and the small cotton gown pulled up to his waist.   Nathaniel’s heart quickened as his hunter trained nose picked up the scent of musk. His master was here. Fearfully he opened his eyes just a little and through his eye lashes found the man in question sitting beside the bed in a chair. His robe was open, revealing his nude body underneath. The bald-head of the necromancer was thrown back as his right hand jerked in his lap. It took the bewildered elf a long moment to figure out what the man was doing and as he did, comments and moments in his past finally made sense. He was no fool, he knew when the time came a man and woman would lay together to make a child, he had just never wondered about the particulars, assuming when the time came it would just be something he’d know how to do. Vance let out a soft moan as his body jerked, then his hand fell back to his bare leg. His manhood could easily be seen, it was larger than anything Nathaniel had witnessed and due to the bathing rituals of the elves he had seen quite a few, during his time in Silvermoon. His Master sat there for a long moment and as his breathing slowed the elf watched as the harden flesh shrunk, becoming more normal in size.
“Make yourself hard.” His Master’s old command came back to him. It seems the male body had a secret it hadn’t let Nathaniel in on yet. Could his touch really make his do the same?
“Enjoy the show, my pet?”
Nathaniel trembled and remained still. Vance stood and walked over to the bed, his robe still gaping. “Open,” he said. With little choice, Nathaniel’s lips parted. Two fingers slipped into his mouth, they were covered with dampness.   “Lick them clean.”
The taste was off-putting and Nathaniel gagged, but did as he was ordered.
“You’ll get used to it,” Vance said slipping the fingers out and running them down Nathaniel’s neck and chest. The human let out a sigh, as he lowered the hem of the sleeping gown to cover the elf. He then lifted the heavy quilt and tucked it around Nathaniel. “Rest, my pet,” Vance said, bending down and kissing his cheek. “Next time we meet will be after you are healed. Listen to your Nanny; I pray her training will be no less influential on you, just less soul shattering shall we say?”
With that he walked out of the room and a moment later Deni came inside. Nathaniel rolled over to his side pushing himself up with his hands. His arms trembled at the move. “Please, ma’am, may I have a drink?” He asked in Thalassian
“I’m sorry, Nahoan” Deni replied moving over to the bed and gently pushed him back down. “Your Master said no more food or water until the morning.”
Sighing Nathaniel moved his fingers to his lips, he could still taste whatever he’d been force to clean from Vance’s fingers. The woman across the room wrinkled her nose and Nathaniel knew the scent she was picking up, his cheeks flushed. She grabbed a nearby candle and with a simple cast the wick flickered to life. As she sat the candle down on the table the door opened and Nathaniel could only cower as Foster stepped inside. Without speaking he walked over to Deni and grabbed her wrist of her right hand and slapped it palm down on the burning candle.
“No!” Nathaniel shouted moving to get out of bed. His legs refused to support him and he felt himself falling. His descent was stopped by a strong arm, and he looked up into the unholy eyes of his brother. For a moment there was a glint of something human in that gaze as he was gently laid back on the bed. As always Foster was dressed in the dark armor of a Knight of the Lich King. An ebony gauntlet fingered the hem of the sleeping gown for a long moment.
“Deathspeaker Vance orders are for his slut to sleep …”
“It smells like a whore house in here,” Deni complained.
Foster smiled darkly, “then it is a fitting scent.”
Closing his eyes, Nathaniel gripped the sheet of the bed and willed the Death Knight to leave. The man’s presence remained and for a brief moment Nathaniel could almost feel the mattress dip as his brother took his once customary place behind him, back-to-back ready to protect the other.   “I have your back, Brother,” he whispered.
“And I yours …” Foster replied to his shock. His gasp was matched by one from his Brother, followed by a loud shout as he found himself and the bed he was lying on suddenly tipped over in a fit of rage. He slammed into the wall with a cry as the furniture crashed down on top of him. He heard Demi scream followed by the most feral and sinister laugh he had ever heard. “Never again,” Foster snarled, “you were a chain around my neck then and even more so now … your Master will have to find another guard dog. If our paths cross again, I will cut that sniveling tongue out of your mouth myself!”
The weight of the bed pressed down and all he could do was sob, for a moment his brother had been there, he felt it. There was a sound of the door crashing open. “Get that off him!” Vance all but screeched.
“Do it yourself,” Foster retorted coldly.
“Do not make me repeat myself, Death Knight,” his Master’s voice was a whisper but just as icy as his brother’s and enormously more threatening. “You are mine, a gift from the Master if I am done with you, your life is forfeit.”
There was a long moment of silence, then the bed was righted with a thud, and the mattress pulled back to reveal the crumbled elf. Vance was beside him, cool fingers tracing his face and running down his body. “Are you injured, pet?”
“No, Master,” Nathaniel said, “just shaken.”
Strong arms slipped under his back and lifted him like a child. For all the pain he had suffered at the whim of the necromancer he felt safe in the caster’s arms and nestled closer willing the thing that had been his brother to leave. The trembling started then and he was helpless to control it. His Master laid him down on the bed and stretched himself out alongside, allowing Nathaniel to continue to cuddle close. The quilt was pulled over him. “Rest, my pet,” Vance all but purred, “Your Master will keep you safe, just like I promised.”
For a moment he wondered what Deni must think of him, but only for that moment. For this brief second in hell he was protected and as the heavy footfalls of his brother left the room he let out a sigh and gave into the exhaustion that ate away at him, falling asleep in the embrace of a monster.
The weeks that followed were surreal, his brother never made an appearance nor did his Master. Nathaniel’s world consisted of the small windowless room he was confined in. It was a velvet prison with plush bedding and all the food and drink he could want. He gained back some of the weight the months of cruelty had taken but Deni kept a close eye on it, saying Vance wanted to keep him slim and easy to manage. Dark words but words he could lock away for now and deal with later.
His days passed in military-like schedule. He was awoken at the same time every morning; he learned to dress himself in female clothing, even mastered the buttons down the back, by buttoning them up for the most part before slipping the dress over his head. Due to his lack of breasts most dresses slid on easily. Afterwards he would serve himself breakfast, to learn the proper ways to pour tea and various other manners. Deni would then feed him the food and drink he had prepared. After the dishes had been cleaned they would spend an hour going over the latest lessons in the book of conduct. Nathaniel had to learn how to sit properly in a dress and how to behave like his Master wanted when alone and with company. After that came the walking exercises, Nathaniel would spend an hour pacing the room with his head held high and various books piles on top to reinforce the command to keep his back straight and his chin up. He knew this would be difficult to maintain one he returned to his Master, the desire to cower was greater there.
Once allowed to sit again, the needlework came out. Nathaniel found out he was very adept at embroidery and he enjoyed the hour spent in quiet while they worked side by side with only gentle advice given occasionally by Deni. Lunch followed and then the most challenging part of the day. “Your Master wants a lady but he also wants a slut,” Deni had told him the first day she had brought out a small wicker basket. Inside were various objects, though different in sizes they all had a similar shape. Nathaniel’s stomach had clenched at the sight. “It’s okay,” Deni had whispered, “I just need you to look at them today.” The days that had followed went from looking to touching, until he could handle them without fear.
After the wicker basket would come his bath, in full view of the crystal so his Master could watch.   He would give himself a sponge bath kneeling in a shallow tub. During this time Deni would leave the room. He had been in his gilded cage for a couple of weeks when she came back into the room and he was in the middle of cleaning his ass like Vance liked. The number five died on his lips, as the soapy rod was halfway inside him. His cheeks burned as he let the soap slide out. “After all this, you still feel shame,” she sighed. “Stand up; your Master wants you to play with yourself while he watches.”
Nathaniel stood and eyed her uncertain. Deni slipped on a pair of rubber gloves and moved behind him. She took his right hand that was still slick with soap and placed it between his legs. “Here,” she said, “just massage your gentile for a bit, see if you can find something that feels good in this hell.”
He tried, he truly did but all he felt was humiliated and tears of shame fell down his cheeks. After five minutes his hands were pulled aside so his still flaccid penis could be shown to his Master. “It’s okay,” Deni said, “you are still young and frightened. What he asks for is impossible but we will continue tomorrow, you may rinse and I will return shortly.”
If she was punished for his failure it was done in a way that wasn’t noticeable. After his bath and having his hair combed out, came a nap, he was required to sleep only in his panties and uncovered but Deni always made sure there was a fire in the hearth so he was warm. He was on the verge of sleep when he felt her pull the cloth covering his ass aside and something warm pressed against his opening.   Her hand massaged his lower back. “Shhh …” she said softly, “it’s the smallest, just need to get you used to having your ass played with. I won’t leave it in you today.”
Nathaniel tried to do as she asked but as soon as the toy pressed into him he let out a scream as an old nightmare claimed him.
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