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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 7: The Fate of Wrynn Kings

            A flash of blue illuminated the area, and Anduin, Jaina, and Vereesa suddenly appeared in the abandoned ruins of an old tavern.

            “Thank the Light, we made it!” said the Ranger-General, as she breathed a sigh of relief.

            “Here Aunt Jaina, please take this,” said Anduin gently, as he covered the still-naked archmage with his cloak.

            “Oh Anduin, I… I can explain. They… The things they did… Oh Light, I’m so sorry!” Jaina blurted, barely able to process what had just happened. The humiliation of being seen doing what she did, the shock of being rescued, and the absolute elation at the ending of the nightmare hit her all at once, and she couldn’t hold back the heaving sobs that shook her. Grabbing Anduin tightly, Lady Proudmoore cried woefully into his sleeve.

            “It’s okay Aunt Jaina, you’re safe now. You don’t owe us any explanation. And I promise you this, Garrosh will suffer for his evil deeds,” said Anduin softly.

            But as she was coming down from this emotional high, Jaina finally noticed the small remnants of Aphoria-S still coursing through her veins that demanded she address her physical needs with a different kind of high.

            “Th- Thank you Anduin. Please, I just need a moment to compose myself.”

            “We don’t have much time to stay here, I’m afraid. We should move as soon--”

            “I’m so sorry, it’s this vile, corrupting drug they used on me. I- I need to-- It’s the reason… Just a few moments, please…”

            Anduin noticed with embarrassment that Jaina’s hand seemed to be moving rapidly back and forth under the cloak, and a certain wet sound was audible to all in the room. The archmage turned her red face away in shame but couldn’t force herself to stop what she was doing.

            “But of course, please, we will be just outside when you are ready to move,” replied Anduin awkwardly, and gestured to Vereesa to leave the building with him. The young man and elf tried their best to ignore the breathy moans emanating from the tavern as they waited outside, both alarmed by what the Horde had done to Lady Proudmoore’s mind.

            Some time later…

            After Jaina had finally recovered, Vereesa and Anduin debriefed their friend on the situation. Anduin had originally come unarmed to negotiate. But after being led to a seat in the Ring of Valor, his Kor’Kron escorts put a blade to his neck and forced him to sit still and watch Jaina’s abasement. As much as he wanted to act earlier, he simply had no ability to. All attempts, and there were many, were shut down by the orcs.

            Thankfully, when Anduin went missing in Stormwind, Vereesa had a strong hunch just where she’d find him. So she had been tracking Anduin all the way to Orgrimmar. Since the high elf had to sneak in rather than just walk through the front door like Anduin, it took her a little longer. In fact, it might have been impossible if it weren’t for a contingent of Horde that were unsympathetic to Garrosh, and appalled by his treatment of prisoners of war. This group of old guard Horde actually helped Veeresa get into the Ring of Valor undetected.

            From there, the high elf took out the Kor’Kron guarding Anduin, and passed along Fearbreaker and Shalamayne to her king. A little more experienced than the young human, Vereesa understood that you should generally bring weapons with you when you’re entering the enemy’s headquarters.

            With legendary weapons in hand, Anduin was able to wreak considerable havoc. Of course, it would all have been for naught if they hadn’t escaped. Again, this was thanks to the group of friendly Horde. These people also explained the reason Jaina hadn’t been able to simply teleport out was because of a teleportation barrier in place over certain parts of Orgrimmar. They gave Vereesa a Horde hearthstone that wasn’t blocked by Garrosh’s barrier. Vereesa then passed this on to Anduin, who eventually used it to get the group out of there.

            Unfortunately, the hearthstone didn’t get them very far. They were still deep in Horde territory, and Jaina’s collar still prevented her from using any magic, including teleportation. Anduin had wanted to try and disarm it, but Vereesa cautioned against it. According to their Horde allies, doing so without extreme care could spring a booby trap. Instead, they decided it would be best to let High Tinker Mekkatorque take a look at it once they reached Alliance lands again.

            Worse still, just entering Orgrimmar seemed to have rendered Anduin’s personal Stormwind hearthstone and Vereesa’s Dalaran healthstone inert. Perhaps it was a lingering effect of the teleportation barrier, although no one was clear on exactly what was wrong. For now, the party had no choice but to proceed on foot while avoiding Garrosh’s search parties that would surely be on the prowl.

            For her part, Jaina explained what had happened to her since the failed siege of Orgrimmar. Both Anduin and Vereesa were incredibly compassionate and sympathetic to her trials. They reassured her that she resisted longer than anyone could have expected, and preserving herself until she was rescued was the tactically logical move. Furthermore, the High King vowed to redouble the Alliance’s efforts in order to crush the evil empire that Garrosh was building.

            The party was currently located near the northern border of Durotar. The closest Alliance presence was Talrendis Point, an outpost in Azshara garrisoned with night elf sentinels. Because they had to travel by stealth, it took them a few more days than normal to finally make it there. But when they did, the sight of fellow Alliance faces brought much needed peace to the hearts of the weary travelers. Unfortunately, the night elves did not have any good news to share.

            “We are relieved you’re unharmed, King Anduin. And to think, you were able to able to rescue the mighty Lady Proudmoore as well. We had heard such terrible, abhorrent rumors. But surely…” Commander Jarrodenus, the officer in charge of the base, trailed off as he looked over the sorceress. Appearing rather anxious, she was wearing a mismatched patchwork of tattered clothes scavenged from the abandoned inn along with Anduin’s cloak. Regrettably, neither Anduin nor Vereesa had thought that bringing extra clothes would be a necessity. Moreover, the party hadn’t dared to risk stopping to clean up on the way here, so Jaina’s hair and general appearance reflected the hell she had endured over the last couple months. The night elf commander paused a moment as he connected the dots.

            “But surely you know better than to listen to rumors,” said Vereesa icily, interrupting his thoughts.

            “Of course ma’am,” Jarrodenus responded immediately.

            “Commander, we must make haste back to Stormwind. Do you have any mages in your staff that can take us to there?” asked Anduin.

            “No, I regret to inform you that most of our heavy hitting assets have been sent to the conflict at Darkshore, where the Horde is staging to push into Darnassus. That includes our entire mage corps.”

            “What about hearthstones? Do you have any in your armory that links to the Eastern Kingdoms?”

            “Your Highness, this is just a minor outpost, we wouldn’t have anything as rare as an active hearthstone.”

            “Damn it!”

            “But before I was made the commanding officer of this outpost, I was, and still am, the hippogryph flight master. It may not be as fast as teleporting, but my beasts will get you where you need to go.”

            “That might be our only option then. But where should we go?” asked Anduin.

            “Normally the quickest way would be to go to the port at Rut’theran Village, and then Stormwind Harbor by ship. But with the Horde presence in Darkshore…” said Vereesa, thinking out loud.

            “That leaves the neutral port in Ratchet as the only sea route that’s still accessible,” considered Anduin.

            “We can’t,” interjected Jaina, who had been quiet up until now. “Ratchet may claim neutrality, but in reality Gazlowe is, and has always been, loyal to the Horde. Trust me on this one. Going through a goblin town is too risky.”

            “I agree with Jaina. From what she’s told us, Gazlowe obviously cannot be trusted, and that makes the city he established off limits. Not to mention, it’s far too close to Durotar,” said Anduin.

            “In truth, with Gazlowe so far from the city these days, power has fallen into the hands of third parties like the Venture Company. These people are loyal to gold and little else. We certainly can’t go in as we are, but if we were to disguise ourselves as just a normal party of adventurers and paid the right people to not look too carefully, this is our best option to get back home. And because it’s so close, with hippogryphs, we could make it to the city by nightfall today.” reasoned Vereesa.

            The discussion continued for some time. Ultimately, the elven tactician was right. The goblin port was the only viable way to the Eastern Kingdoms at present. Although the risks were indeed great, they would do everything they could to plan around them.

            The group stocked up on supplies at Talrendis, including a set of inconspicuous questing gear to look the part of unimportant mid-level adventurers. Then, after a meal with Commander Jarrodenus, they took off with his swiftest steeds due south towards Ratchet. Obviously, they detoured around Ogrimmar airspace to avoid being seen.

            By evening, they had indeed landed in the commerce mecca of Kalimdor. They checked into a small, out of the way inn run by humans. Again, Ratchet was supposed to be neutral, but even Anduin had to agree the racial affiliation was at least a little comforting. The pretty, raven haired proprietor didn’t ask too many questions and was happy for the outsized tip Vereesa gave her. No one seemed to recognize the group under their large hoods, which was good.

            They booked two rooms, one for Anduin and one for the women. After settling in, Vereesa said she would go and book passage on the next ship off the continent.

            “Do you need any help? It could be dangerous splitting up,” offered Anduin.

            “No, less conspicuous if I’m alone,” answered Vereesa. “I think it’s better to have you here with her anyway. Maybe see if she wants to talk more. After going through something that traumatic, she has a long road ahead of her to recovery. You’re good with that sort of thing.”

            With that, the elf turned and left the inn. Anduin agreed with her recommendation. Aunt Jaina hadn’t been talking much since being rescued. Maybe she could use some friendly company. He gently knocked on her door.

            “Jaina, it’s me. Can I come in?”

            “Of course Anduin.”

            The young king stepped into the room and saw Jaina sitting on her bed in just her undergarments; in this case, a simple set of white bra and panties.

            “Oh, I’m so sorry, I’ll come back--”

            “No, oh how could I, I’m such a fool,” said Jaina as she fumbled to get under the bed covers. “It’s okay Anduin, you can stay. Please, sit down”

            “If you’re a fool, then what are the rest of us dimwits in comparison?” chuckled Anduin nervously as he awkwardly sat next to her on the bed.

            “It’s… It’s the damned orc. I spent so long in there it doesn’t even feel shameful to me when… It’s like being naked doesn’t even mean… Oh Light Anduin, he made me forsake my virtue…” mumbled Jaina while shaking her head forlornly.

            “Nonsense Aunt Jaina, you can’t let him get to--”

            “He turned me into a whore! You know it to be true, you heard me say it myself in front of everyone. He made sport of my body and made me perform for him. Some archmage I am! I’ve been corrupted Anduin, warped into something ugly and dark. I’m a broken woman, unworthy of anyone’s respect. A fuck toy for orcs and tauren for Light’s sake!” Jaina cried out hysterically. With Vereesa gone, all the things she had been unconsciously holding back started pouring out of her. She could never have broken down in front of the elven Ranger-General, but in front of the boy, the one person in the world she knew would never judge her, never condemn her, in front of Anduin she felt safe.

            “Jaina, you’re wrong. You did more than any of us could. To survive what you did showed definitively that you are the heroine the Alliance sees you as. Even more so than ever before!” Anduin comforted the sobbing woman next to him. He gently put a hand around her shoulders and let her hide her face in his chest. His natural priestly qualities came to the forefront as he consoled the gorgeous, barely clothed woman who he considered to be his adopted aunt.

            “I’m no heroine. I’m a ruined product. Made unclean by my disgraceful actions and unworthy of your kind words.”

            “Jaina, don’t--”

            “They made me fuck their wolves, Anduin! Didn’t Muradin tell you? I’m barely a woman anymore. Just a freak bitch in heat that mates with anything she’s ordered to…”

            “Jaina, you are still the most intelligent, talented, kind, caring, and beautiful lady I have ever met. Nothing the Horde did will change that. The hand you have been dealt is beyond unfair. But through the Third War, the Lich King, the Shattering, you’ve have been the voice of reason and wisdom on Azeroth. Despite all you’ve been through, I believe you’ve still held onto your core principles. Please do not let Garrosh take that from you. As much as my father or Velen, you are the reason I am who I am today. Know that no matter what happens, I will always love you. Afterall-- Mmf...”

            Jaina leaned into her king and interrupted his speech with a tender kiss.

…
            Meanwhile, near the docks…
…

            “Three passengers will cost you 300 gold total. Less if you’re willing to work,” said the goblin captain of the Maiden’s Fancy II.

            “That’s extortion!” exclaimed Vereesa.

            “Actually, that’s inflation. And operating costs ain’t cheap these days. Especially with the war going on, after all.”

            “I happen to know the Alliance and Horde both subsidize your costs.”

            “Hey, maybe they do. But we’re the only ship on this side of the continent going across any time soon, so if you need to get there, you don’t have much of a choice. Plus, I’m still trying to pay off this ship after my last one was destroyed by Deathwing. They don’t sell insurance for cataclysms, you know.”

            “Very well. When do we leave?”

            “We set sail at sunrise tomorrow morning. Who are your companions going to be? Did you bring any identification?”

            “About that. We need to keep a low profile. I was told you could accommodate that.”

            “Well, why didn’t you say so? Of course, that’s no problem. It’ll just be triple the fare for each of you.”

            “Triple? Are you serious?”

            “Hey, if I’m going to have to risk smuggling fugitives across the border, I have to be fairly compensated. I’ll also need payment up front for something shady like this. That’s not a problem, is it?”

            “No… No, we’ll pay. Here’s your gold, goblin. I’ll be back at sunrise with my companions,” said the elf, as she started to turn away.

            “Pleasure doing business with you Miss,” replied Captain Wrenchnozzle. As he counted the gold, his first mate, a human with a sinister eyepatch over his right eye, approached him and whispered something quickly in his ear.

            “Hold on a second, Miss,” Wrenchnozzle called out.

            “Yes?” asked Vereesa, instantly cautious.

            “Your companions, they wouldn’t happen to be the ones staying at the new human run inn that opened up, would they? A man and a woman, right?”

            “Does it matter?” she asked, as she subtlety palmed her bow.

            “Well it’s just that we were told to be on the lookout for a certain party, that’s all. One that maybe includes a certain lady that left a certain orc sooner than he wanted,” said the sailor darkly.

            “Choose your next words very carefully, Captain,” replied Vereesa, tightening her grip on her weapon.

            “If you are who I think you are, then we both know you could kill me and my crew in less time than it would take for us to call for help. But that’s not how it’s going to go down,” said Wrenchnozzle. “You see my first mate has just come back from that inn. He was out drinking with my engineer, who happens to still be there. And while he may not be here with us right now, he can see everything that’s happening from his mechanical squirrel companion pet over there.”

            Vereesa looked where Wrenchnozzle pointed and saw the metal squirrel familiar standing on the guardrail of the Maiden’s Fancy, staring down at them all.

            “If you do anything untoward, he’ll be forced to let the city know exactly who your friends are and where they are staying. You may be fast, but even you can’t kill us all and then get back to the inn before my man leaks your secret.”

            “Treacherous goblin! What is it you want? More gold?” said Vereesa in anger, mostly at herself for not being more careful in her haste to find a ship.

            “Now we’re talking business. If your companions are who I think they are, then I’d have to charge at least 50,000 gold to give the proper royal treatment to our guests,” said Wrenchnozzle, drawing a few chuckles from his crew.

            “That’s more than I have on my person. I can give you 10,000 now, and the rest by post once we’re safe. If you do know who we are, you know you can trust our word,” said the simmering elf through gritted teeth.

            “Well, for such a large IOU, we’re going to need some kind of collateral. What can give us? That bow of yours looks quite valuable, for instance?”

            “We need our weapons to defend ourselves. Other than that, we have nothing but the clothes on our backs. You’ll just have to trust us. It’s still 10 times the payout you thought you were getting today, and I guarantee you’ll get the rest within days of us reaching the Eastern Kingdoms.”

            “Lady, I’m not in the charity business here. If you can’t provide any collateral, perhaps you can offer us something else…”

            “I told you, we have nothing we can spare.”

            “That’s not exactly true. Not from what I saw in Ogrimmar. You know, that bastard Garrosh never let any goblins into the ring with her. Perhaps this is a win-win opportunity for all of us. You get your ride out of here with only a 20% down payment and I’ll finally get a go at his whor--”

            In a blur of deadly elven grace, Vereesa drew her heirloom longbow, nocked an arrow, and sent it flying an inch to the right of the goblin’s head, shutting him up abruptly. The crew of the Maiden’s Fancy drew their weapons nervously as Vereesa nocked another arrow and pointed it at their captain.

            “I said to watch your filthy mouth, imp,” spat the platinum blonde huntress with murderous intent. The goblin tried to regain his composure as he gulped audibly.

            “Right, well, I see. I appreciate the… Sensitivity of the subject. But I can’t help but notice you chose not to kill me. Respectfully, Miss Elf, it seems we do have an understanding about where we each stand. You need us, and we have our price. If you’re party is unwilling to pay, I’m afraid we’re at an impasse,” he said cautiously.

            Vereesa glared at the diminutive mariner with unadulterated contempt. The bombshell Ranger-General quickly evaluated all her tactical options. The cretin was right; no matter what, they needed to get out of Ratchet as soon as possible, and his boat was the only one leaving any time soon. Furthermore, she really couldn’t risk any kind of commotion here on the docks, especially with one of his crew watching from a remote location near Lady Proudmoore. She had more gold than she had let on, but not nearly enough for full payment upfront. And while they carried priceless legendary weapons that could be pawned for the fare, they could ill afford to part with any of them either. Obviously, what the vile fiend was tactlessly suggesting was not even remotely on the table. Lady Proudmoore had suffered more than enough for the Alliance cause already.

            That seemed to leave her with one very unappealing way forward. It would be scandalous for an heiress of the great and noble house of Windrunner to even consider what she was about to do. But compared to what her archmage comrade had recently survived, it was nothing.

            “You will be paid for your services, Captain. In full. Come, we will retire to your cabin,” said the huntress as she lowered her bow and started walking towards the gangway of the Maiden’s Fancy.

…
            Back in Jaina’s room…
…

            Jaina broke the kiss in a panic.

            “Oh my gosh, I’m so sorry Anduin! I don’t know where that came from. It must be the withdrawal from Aphoria. Please believe me Anduin, I would never--”

            “It’s really okay Jaina,” reassured a surprised Anduin.

            “I’ve been hopped up on the stuff for over a month. They lace all the food with it. Ever since you rescued me, I’ve been feeling the effects of withdrawal. The craving, for… For touch, I- I don’t know—Mmf!”

            This time, it was Anduin who leaned in to claim Jaina’s mouth. He pressed his lips into hers for a few moments before extending his tongue into her mouth, gently exploring. Jaina slowly gave her king access, joining her tongue with his and dueling playfully. When Anduin finally broke the passion charged kiss, his kind blue eyes locked with her arcane-infused ones.

            “Jaina, as one of my most loyal and cherished subjects, it would be my honor to do whatever I can to help you move past your harrowing ordeal,” he said with sincerity.

            “Oh Anduin, I couldn’t. I’m old enough to be your mother. I couldn’t take advantage of--”

            “I’m not so young that I can be taken advantage of in that way by you, Jaina,” said Anduin as he smoothly guided her hand to his hardening manhood. “I’ve had the biggest crush on you since I was a child. As I said, you’re the most beautiful woman I know. And I’m not a child anymore. Please Jaina, if I can be of service to you, let me. You would be the one granting me the favor.”

            “I… I don’t know Anduin. What would people say?” she mumbled, although without moving her hand from his shaft.

            “I don’t care,” replied Anduin, as he threw back the covers and looked at the archmage’s ravishing body. His inquisitive hands reached for her full bra. In response, the shy archmage arched her back and thrust her bust forward, allowing the young monarch to unhook her bra from behind. He took a second to admire her ample breasts and cute, stiffening nipples.

            “You’ve been through so much for us. Allow the Alliance to repay you,” said Anduin, as he hefted a breast in each hand and started to channel holy light from his palms.

            “What are you-- Ohhh...”

            “Shhh… Just relax,” the talented priest whispered. Light emanated from his radiant hands and bathed Jaina’s chest with powerful healing energy. Using his mastery of the Light, Anduin caused the energy to caress her pointed nipples, bringing a sublime pleasure to the archmage.

            “Aaoohh… That feels so good Anduin…”

…
            Meanwhile, on the Maiden’s Fancy II…
…

            “Ugh, are you satisfied now, goblin?” said Vereesa in disgust after spitting out Captain Wrenchnozzle’s unimpressive discharge. The stunning Ranger-General was sitting in front of the captain, still fully clothed, after having just given the goblin sailor the quickest and most expedient blowjob he had ever experienced. As it happens, she was as effective in the bedroom as she was on the battlefield. And since this was all no more than a business transaction to her, she saw no reason to prolong any of it.

            “Fuck, you work fast, Miss,” said the recovering goblin. “I didn’t stand a chance.”

            “I trust this concludes our arrangement. Be ready to go tomorrow morning,” said Vereesa, as she stood up and headed for the door.

            “Well hang on a minute there Miss, we’re not exactly done yet,” said Wrenchnozzle. “What kind of captain would I be if I didn’t take care of my crew?”

            Vereesa turned on him immediately and drew her bow.

            “Don’t push your luck, small one,” she said venomously. “You’re lucky to even still be alive.”

            “Respectfully, Miss, the situation has not changed,” he replied, pointing to the robot squirrel that had followed them into the Captain’s cabin. “Either you keep us entertained until you’re off this continent, or we blow your friends’ cover. So no more threatening to kill this or that please, we both know your hands are tied. Boys, get in here! Your turn!”

            “Wow boss, did you finish already?” asked the human male from earlier as he poked his head in the door.

            “Not surprised the captain didn’t last long,” said a male troll, as he pushed past the human into the room. “This she-elf be damn fine.”

            “Aye, she’s quite the looker alright,” said a dwarf following behind the troll.

            “I don’t know gents, I’m not sure she can handle all of us,” said a tauren as he entered.

            “Don’t worry fellas, if she is who we think she is, she’s more than capable of handling anything we do to her,” chuckled the human, as he entered as well and closed the door behind him.

            “Miss, meet my crew,” said Captain Wrenchnozzle as he gestured to each crew member. “Here’s Tah’re, my navigator. He’s surprisingly competent, for a troll. Then there’s our galley chief, Mr. Steelbelly, the best damn cook in Khaz Modan. Up next is Bosun Thunderhorn. He’s the muscle on my team. Born and raised in Thunder Bluff, he’s never quite gotten used to sea life. And finally, my first mate, Mr. Masker.”

            Each one waved or bowed in turn as he was introduced.

            “Madame, as you have kindly taken care of our captain, perhaps you can do the same for us?” asked Masker politely.

            “You degenerate dirtbags are crazy if you think--”

            “Ah, ah, ah, Miss. I’m tired of having this same conversation over and over. One more show of hesitation and the deal’s off. You can kill us, fine, but you and your friends will hang off the ramparts of Orgrimmar within the week,” warned Wrenchnozzle coldly. As if to corroborate his threat, the mechanical squirrel recording all this directed an angry beeping sound at Vereesa.

            The warrior elf was fuming. She had hoped to get out of all this with just the blowjob. But now these cretins had the gall to demand they each have a go with her, the illustrious heir of the Windrunner name. For these low lives to lay with one as pedigreed as her was unthinkable. But what other choice did she have? They had the upper hand here since they had nothing but their worthless lives to lose, whereas she was responsible for the safety of the High King and Lady Proudmoore. For now, she couldn’t risk defying them. No doubt this night would be the highlight of their ignoble lives.

            “Let’s just get this over with,” she said finally. Vereesa started walking nonchalantly toward the group that was already halfway through undressing.

            “If you don’t mind Madame, you can leave your vestments here on this shelf,” Masker said politely, if sarcastically. “We intend to entertain you for a little longer than our captain could.”

            Rolling her eyes, Vereesa began to disrobe dispassionately. In no time at all, she stood stark naked, surrounded by a circle of thirsty sailors. The gang admired the lovely high elven form in front of them. In the dark room, her pale skin stood out appealingly. Decades of training and war had a very evident effect on her statuesque body. The Ranger-General was in excellent physical condition. Although still very feminine, her physique was defined by powerful muscles ready to spring into action when needed, whether for battle or for pleasure. Her bewitching, washboard abs were the greatest example of this. Pretty, silvery hair framed her captivating visage and the traditionally blue high elven eyes that lent an air of subtle mystery to her. Hers was a beauty simultaneously fierce and elegant, a magnetism marked by aristocratic refinement that would surely go to waste on the rabble before her.

…
At the inn…
…

            Anduin continued to channel holy light onto Jaina’s ample breasts for some time, allowing the stunning sorceress to revel in the blissful rapture. He watched as she lay down on her back and gripped the bed sheets firmly. She tossed her head left and right, letting out sultry moans of indulgence. Her hips started bucking and her toes dorsiflexed upward, showing him she was getting close to the edge.

            “You’re so lovely Jaina,” he said appreciatively as he moved one hand from her breasts and started removing her panties for her.

            “Oh Light, don’t stop…”

            Anduin chuckled as he threw the white cotton underwear to the floor. With one hand still shining holy energy on her sensitive bosom, he placed his free hand just above the noblewoman’s secret garden and whispered a holy word under his breath. The room flashed white as sparks of light tickled her creamy white skin. They looked like fireflies dancing across her voluptuous, trembling body. Everywhere the sparks touched, Jaina felt a flash of wonderful pleasure. The light seemed to concentrate on her heaving breasts and soaking wet pussy.

            The effects of Anduin’s invocation were so different from the effects of Aphoria. The drug had pulled the pleasure from her body against her wishes, corrupting her mind and defiling her will. It had coldly extracted orgasm after agonizing orgasm from her nonconsenting psyche. It was weaponized sex, not offering her climax, but demanding it of her again and again. But this was something else. The vibrant light healed her tainted soul and pushed loving arousal into her core. Her body was titillated and inflamed as her mind was uplifted and renewed. It wasn’t long before the archmage was brought to a vigorous, intense, full-body orgasm.

            “Ohhhhh!”

            Wreathed in a halo of holy light, her angelic body expressed her climax divinely. The striking archmage jackknifed off the bed, her sweating body writhing in carnal bliss.

            “By the Light!”

            With her hair flying, breasts bouncing, abs fluttering, legs twitching, and toes curling, the sorceress’s sexy form manifested her culmination alongside her vociferous moan.

            “Uuuhhooohhhh!!”

…
On the ship…
…

            “Mmmff… Mmmmfff… Mmmff!”

            The sounds and scents of crude debauchery permeated the Captain’s cabin. In the middle of it, the enticing body of the Ranger-General paid reluctant sexual tribute to Wrenchnozzle’s crew. In her mouth she efficiently serviced the first mate, rapidly bathing his length with her luscious lips and warm throat. To more effectively bring him off, she used her tongue to expertly toy with the head of his tool with every thrust.

            While orally servicing the human, Vereesa bounced vigorously on the long troll dick of the ship’s navigator. His cock was more slender than the average elf’s, but it made up for it in length. In the reverse cowgirl position, Vereesa could feel it reach deep inside her sex, stimulating her in ways she was not used to. The troll himself was a powerful specimen. Able to match the experienced huntress’s speed and energy, he fucked her exquisite pussy with respectable zeal. Although the Ranger-General was a true master of her body and known for her self-control, the lively coitus was having some effect on her. She did her best to avoid getting aroused while using her love canal to milk the troll as quickly as possible.

            Not wanting to drag this out for longer than necessary, Vereesa also worked the tauren and dwarf with her hands while she rode the troll and sucked the human. With a cock in each hand, she prepared both of them for their turn as she tried to wrap up with their crewmates. Still recuperating to the side, Captain Wrenchnozzle watched the gang banging while toying lazily with his own semi-hard cock.

…
At the inn…
…

            As the room darkened again, Jaina flopped down on the bed in a puddle of sweat, exhausted but supremely contented. She relished the literal afterglow of her orgasm. Not from rape and submission, but truly making love for the first time in a long time.

            “Oh Anduin… Oh Light, that was so good,” she sighed breathlessly.

            “We’re just getting started, my Lady,” the King replied with affection. He placed a finger on her flushed clitoris and started rubbing in a slow circular motion. Under his breath, he chanted another holy word. A burst of light erupted from his finger and suffused the archmage’s nethers in intoxicating pleasure.

            “Again?? How-- Ahhhhhhhhh!!”

            Her sexy back arched violently and a spray of clear ejaculate gushed from her pussy as she was brought to another screaming, light-induced climax. Still unsatisfied, Anduin kept his finger on her dainty clit and continued channeling luxurious holy light into Jaina’s willing body, working her through her orgasm.

            “Gods, don’t stop Anduin… Uhhuuhhhh!”

            Wave after wave of lustful sensation coursed through her as Anduin’s ministrations adjusted to her needs and wants. This was the best sex she ever had and he was barely even touching her. And because the light was healing her as it was bringing her off, she felt like she could keep going forever.

            “So fucking good… Huunnnggghh!”

            A third orgasm ripped through her, causing yet another stream of girl cum to coat Anduin’s magical hand. Her muscles were spasming hard from the protracted and continuous cumming. But even as the lithe archmage gyrated and strained, the light kept her from cramping. Even as a light coat of sweat covered her body and caused Anduin’s spellwork to reflect exquisitely off her glistening abs, the very same magic kept her from tiring. Even as she came so hard she thought she would faint, the rejuvenating energy of the priest king ensured she could always push through another climax.

            “Right there! Keep… Fucking… Huurrruuhhhh!!”

…
On the ship…
…

            “That’s right lass, keep going!”

            “Huh! Hah! Huhhh!”

            An hour had passed since she first started trying to get the stubborn dwarf off. Thankfully her training allowed her body to keep up with the demands of such labors. Even so, her pale skin glowed softly from the reflection of candlelight on her perspiring figure. She was currently straddling the dwarven cook cowgirl style, exerting her sexy body to the fullest extent in an attempt to finally bring him to completion. At the same time, the troll navigator was swiftly ramming his long member to the hilt into the elf’s petite asshole. On either side of them, the human first mate and the tauren used their fingers and mouths to play brazenly with the Ranger-General’s fine tits.

            “I’m almost there lass, honest!” laughed the dwarf.

            “Hah! Hahhh! Huhhh!”

            “Is that actually true Steelbelly?” wondered Mr. Masker.

            “Aye, truly. The lady has a warrior’s cunt indeed. So strong down there, for an elf anyway. I wish we could keep her!”

            “If only we all had an ability like that,” chuckled Wrenchnozzle.

            “Hnngh! Huh! Unnh! Gah!”

            Vereesa had underestimated this party. This was supposed to be a quick affair. Instead, the dwarven cook had shown more sexual creativity than expected. As a result, for the last hour she had been using her sensual body to fuck him while he was in stoneform. In that form, his rock hard member took on a new meaning. Supposedly, only dwarves that were remarkably in tune with Azeroth should be able to keep up stoneform as long as he had. Vereesa found it hard to believe he was such a spiritual individual, but the living stone cock inside her now was irrefutable proof.

            Because he had turned to rock, the dwarf seemed to be able to hold off from cumming almost indefinitely. Although her body toiled without break to service him, his stone cock was more than able to withstand the otherwise overwhelming pressure of her warm and inviting sex tunnel. For all she did to squeeze and milk him with her skilled and exquisitely controlled pussy, Steelbelly only felt a gentle and continuous pleasure. It was delightful, certainly, but not enough to bring him over the edge. As toned as her body was, she was still only mortal flesh trying to tame the earth itself.

            However, even his masterful control of stoneform would not last forever, and indeed, it was slowly beginning to fade now. The tiring elf did not fail to notice this, and used the opportunity to finally finish him off.

            “Hnngh! Hrahh! Ugghh! Hnnnngh!”

            Employing every ounce of her sexual wiles, the markswoman gyrated her captivating body and worked her powerful nether muscles on the dwarf. Sensing the change in pace, the troll navigator in her rear followed suit by increasing the speed and intensity of his ass fucking, while the two sailors on either side of her pinched and twisted her hard nipples to enhance her reaction.

            “Haaahhhhhhhh!”

            To her dismay, the Ranger-General cried out inadvertently as the dwarf finally climaxed inside her. His searing spunk was so hot she couldn’t help but voice her surprise as it sloshed within her fuck channel. While not hot enough to actually injure her, it was still quite an unusual side effect of stoneform that she had not expected.

…
At the inn…
…

            Jaina’s orgasms built off of and blurred into each other in a symphony of harmonious eroticism. Months of training and drugging had resulted in possibly the most sex-capable body on Azeroth, and now that toned, lusty body was being enhanced with luminous ambrosia. Writhing, bucking, and gasping for breath, Jaina came again.

            “I’m cumming again for you, my King! Hahhhhhhhh!”

            Each orgasm left her more sensitive and worked up than the last. And unlike in the Ring of Valor, she felt no shame here. She had no need to hold herself back and instead just let go completely, riding out each welcome climax with seductive moans.

            “Ohhhh! Hahhhh! Nnngghhhahhh!!”

            The holy magic also had the interesting effect of continuously replenishing her girl juices. As a result, Jaina’s ravishing body could keep ejaculating well beyond the limits of normal human stamina. By this point, the bed was drenched in Jaina’s secretions and the heady scent of sorceress pussy filled the room.

            “Yes! Yes, fuck, Ohhhhhh! Ooooaaahhhhh!!”

            The first daughter of Kul Tiras saw stars and heard the trumpets and cymbals promised by romance novels as she culminated yet again. White knuckles gripped her king’s arm to anchor her while she blindly grinded her way through the sea of pleasure. Her sweaty, rosy tits heaved with the effort of myriad orgasms. Her gleaming, toned abs rolled with each wave that washed over her majestic body. Her athletic thighs quaked uncontrollably even as they were strengthened by the light that was supporting her raunchy exertions. The muscles in her defined calves coiled and spasmed as her dainty toes curled and flexed. Where the light was brightest, her cute, well trained asshole quivered in rhythm with each delicious pulse of her gushing, pink pussy. And at the center of it all, the archmage’s proud, electrified clitoris stood as a lightning rod for the incandescent storm of wanton passion that raged around and within her sex-saturated body.

            “HHHUUUAAAAAHHHHH!!”

…
On the ship…
…

            “Hah! Hah! Oh! Huh! Hahhh! Ugh! Unngh! Hrngh! Unnnghh!!”

            After three hours of multiracial gang bang, even the Ranger-General of the Silver Covenant felt like she was reaching her limit. After the dwarf had finally shot his hot load inside her, the human first mate and Captain Wrenchnozzle double-teamed her while the others watched and cheered. When they were done, the troll, tauren, and dwarf each had another two turns pillaging her treasures with her in various combinations and configurations.

            The continuous sex had taken a noticeable toll on the high elf. Her beautiful silvery hair had become a disheveled mess. That generous bosom of hers heaved seductively as she gasped for every breath. Exhausted elven muscles were unable to keep her thighs from quivering or pelvis from twitching cutely. Her body was utterly slick with the sweat of her efforts. And while her eyes normally shown with a calm resolve no matter what the situation, they now looked distant and just a little frenetic.

            Despite it all, the stalwart huntress still had not lost herself to pleasure. While the exotic intercourse had indeed stimulated her, she maintained her pride as a daughter of House Windrunner by staving off her own orgasm. It was bad enough to be degrading herself like this. The least she could do was not also show these cretins that they were actually pleasing her physically. She fully intended to end the night without reaching climax in front of any of them.

            Though most of the cast was now unquestionably out for the count, the navigator Tah’re was still very much in play. Vereesa had never before considered how the renowned regenerative abilities of the troll race would affect their carnal prowess, but she would never have to wonder again. Despite hours of dynamic sex during which the troll actively participated nearly the entire time, he still showed no signs of slowing down. Every time she made him cum, he recovered almost immediately.

            “Huh! Huh! Ungh! Huh! Unnghh! Hahhh!”

            The Ranger-General lay on her back with Tah’re plowing into her energetically in the missionary position. They had been like that for over 30 minutes. She had originally been meeting his thrusts with equal gusto to try and get him to cum, hopefully for the last time. But now her body was spent and she simply took the fucking submissively. Her long legs were hooked behind the trolls back and meekly anchored her to his relentless rhythm.

            Tah’re’s crewmates looked at him enviously. Many of them wished they had his stamina, even the dwarf. At this point, only Bosun, the tauren, still sported an erection, and that was just because he still hadn’t cum yet. The rest had been thoroughly out-fucked by the huntress, and could now only jeer at her.

            “What happened to the cool demeanor from before, Madame?” asked Mr. Masker sneeringly. “Perhaps the fabled Ranger-General Windrunner can’t keep up with a couple of Blackwater pirates. Did we fuck you a little too well, Madame General? You know, if you stay with us, we can do this every night. How would you like that, my lady?”

            “Ah! Fuck y-- Hah! Ughh! Filthy pirate scum! Hahhh!” retorted the high elf in between her breathy moans.

            “You don’t sound very convincing when you’re moaning in pleasure like that. Are all high elves so wanton?”

            “Now don’t be too hard on her Masker,” said Captain Wrenchnozzle. “She may be a tiger in the sack, but I don’t think the elf girl has cum a single time yet.”

            “There’s no way the lass hasn’t cum yet. We’ve been ravishing her for hours!” the dwarf chimed in.

            “Huh! You think some degener-- Oh! Some degenerate cutthroats like you would-- Hahhh! Ah! Fuck! Ugghh! Ahhh!” Vereesa was interrupted as Tah’re suddenly picked up the pace.

            “Finally Tah’re, it’s getting late you know?” said Masker nonchalantly.

            “He’s about to do it. Always a pleasure to watch the lasses cum undone to this,” nodded Steelbelly in understanding. “Maybe you’ve held onto some modesty until now, but you’re about to go wild for us lass.”

            “You-- Hah! Will-- Gah! Never-- Ungh! Break-- Unnghh! My resolve! Grahhh! Fuck y-- Unnghh! Hahhh! Oh! Ohhh! Light, fuck! Hahhh!”

            The troll had grabbed both of the elf’s ankles and pushed her legs over her head into a pile driver position. The troll then began berserking, his speed and strength increasing significantly. The effect on his sexual abilities was immediately apparent to Vereesa. Even his cock seemed to grow in length and girth.

            “You know our navigator was a famed Berserker in a past life,” noted Captain Wrenchnozzle absentmindedly.

            “Ungh! Ungh! Hahhh! Ungh! Ungh! Ohhh! Ungh!”

            Vereesa was too taken aback by the sudden ferocity of the troll’s sexual blitzkrieg to reply. She gasped desperately with each fervent thrust as the troll drove into her from above. He pistoned into her like a troll possessed, a libidinous madman determined to fuck the elf’s contorted body into even further submission. His berserking cock was like a machine as it battled Vereesa’s weakening pussy for dominance. The elf moaned piteously as she tried to maintain some control over her writhing, well-fucked body.

            “Hahhh! Ohhh! Uhhnn! Fuck! Unngh! Unngh!”

            The sensation was incredible. It felt like an earthquake in her sex. Like a jackhammer pounding away at a fragile sheet of glass. Her voluptuous body, for all her discipline and training, was ill-equipped to handle the thunderous force with which she was being railed. Droplets of her sweat and other juices were flung from her bucking body all over the room. Her pretty eyes started rolling to the back of her head in response to the devastating feeling in her quivering, melting, high elven pussy.

            “Ahhh! Gods! Ungh! Unnghh! Fuck! Hahhh!”

            Through it all, the Ranger-General did what she could to forbid her impassioned body from cumming. Her exhausted physique braced itself against the impending storm. She clawed at the floorboards of the ship, her cobalt painted nails leaving long marks in the wood. Her feet dorsiflexed in the troll’s hands, showing off her slender toes and matching painted toenails. The huntress’s washboard abs, a testament to her harsh military training regimen, now spasmed unconsciously. Her powerful thighs and calves, able to withstand long marches during times of war, trembled and shuddered from a night of intense but unwanted fornication. Most enticing of all, bodily fluids frothed from her pink nether lips that were gripping the marauding invader for dear life.

            “Uhhh! Enough already! Hahhh! Ungh!”

            Time passed, and after another half hour of continuous berserker thrusting, even the troll was finally at his limit. Miraculously, Vereesa had managed to hold off her own climax throughout the affair. When he finally let loose his fertile seed within the depths of her folds, the Ranger-General let out a lamentable moan at the feeling of her overflowing pussy.

            “Ohhhhhhhhhhh!”

…
At the inn…
…

            Jaina’s slumbering form bathed in the radiant aftermath of her light-infused orgasms. This gentle pleasure was further amplified by the Holy Word: Sanctuary that lit up the room. At the foot of the bed, her royal lover gently sucked her toes and massaged her soles. The archmage cooed appreciatively in her sleep.

            If her collar was to be believed, the utterly satiated sorceress had climaxed over 100 times in one night. Towards the end, it had just become a blur of continuous cumming supported by holy healing. Her extremely sexual body supplemented by the power of the Light made such an erotic miracle possible. For his part, the young King felt lucky to have been a part of it.

            Anduin himself was left physically unsatisfied, as Jaina had fainted before she could reciprocate. But he was a selfless lover and was content to simply worship at the altar of her beauty tonight. After all, she was the one who needed to be healed, not him. With what she had been through, she deserved some happiness.

            Moreover, the High King intended this to be the first of many such nights. She was as ravishing in bed as he had imagined. Moreover, she was still the preeminent sorceress in the land, and heiress to the Lord Admiral title of the kingdom of Kul Tiras to boot. The Alliance would need strong leadership and military allies in the battles to come. In retrospect, he was surprised he had not thought of this sooner. She may be older than him, but now he was sure there could be no other. Jaina Proudmoore would be the ideal queen of Stormwind and wife to the High King.

            Looking over the sensual form of the dreaming archmage, from her unique white hair, to her plentiful breasts, to her tight abs, to her slick sex, Anduin made his decision.

            “I love you Jaina.”

…
On the ship…
…

            “Ugh! Uhff! Hah! Huhhh!”

            The only crewmate left to satisfy was the tauren. The drained high elf, in a state of near delirium from fighting off her own climax while servicing the thirsty and talented sailors of the Maiden’s Fancy all night, focused her mind on the fact that Lady Proudmoore had suffered far worse in service of the Alliance, and this was the least she could do to repay her.

            Bosun the tauren wound up being the most tenacious suitor out of all of them. Although he did not have the unique abilities of his comrades, he made up for it with sheer unadulterated endurance. After four hours of gang banging, he was the only one who had yet to spill his seed inside the attractive high elven noble. They were currently going at it doggystyle, with Bosun animalistically pumping his uncompromising bovine length into her asshole and Vereesa barely keeping her body from collapsing under the strenuous anal plundering.

            “How’s that aristocratic arse treating you, Bosun?” asked Steelbelly.

            “Loose and sloppy, my friend. Tonight must not have been her first time using her back door. Maybe these upper-class types aren’t as uptight as we thought?” Bosun replied, to the amusement of the crew.

            It was true that Alleria was a skilled lover. She had her share of experiences before Rhonin, and the archmage himself had a decidedly kinky appetite. But that had nothing to do with the feeble grip with which the archer’s sphincter now held the tauren. No amount of combat training could have prepared her ass muscles for the evening of anal ravaging that had taken place. The tauren sheathed 10 out of his 11 inches within the elf’s dark hole with each stroke. Under such a potent assault, the Ranger-General’s raw asshole had long given way and loosened.

            “Ughh! Just finish y-- Argh! You damn cow! Hahhh!” Vereesa cried in despair.

            “Now, now, that’s no way for a noble lady or high ranking officer to talk,” teased Masker. “You should saying something like ‘Ah, your giant cock is too much for my tiny bumhole, or some such thing.”

            “Hahaha, you may actually have a point Masker,” laughed Wrenchnozzle. “Bosun can go all night if he wants. Maybe you should try a different tactic, Miss General.”

            Vereesa made a mental note to slaughter everyone in this room as soon as they arrived in the Eastern Kingdoms. But for now, she had to admit her efforts to satisfy the tauren had not been effective. Perhaps dirty talk was in order after all. She was no novice at this either.

            “Uhhh! Oh gods, my ass! You’re so big, I can’t-- Argh! You’re going to ruin my ass with your giant bull cock! Ahhh! Fuck! So deep! Ungh! Ungh! Like that!”

            To her relief, this had the intended effect. Vereesa could feel the tauren twitch inside her. He just needed a little more coaxing. Summoning what little strength remained in her fatigued glutes, she started milking his cock firmly with her anal ring.

            “Fuck my ass! Uhhnn! Fuck my tight highborne ass! Ugh! Hahhh! Have you ever fucked a high elven noble before? Unghh! Oh Light! So big! How does it feel to have your hard dick serviced by a Ranger-General’s ass? Ohhh! Gods, I can’t take it! Too much! Ahhhhhhhhh!”

            With the help of Vereesa’s feigned enthusiasm [or was it?] and her toiling ass muscles, the tauren sailor finally reached his peak and emptied his voluminous load into the depths of her conquered bowels. The huntress’s relieved body arched provocatively in response to his climax, quivered for a few excruciating seconds on the cusp of her own orgasm, then collapsed in utter exhaustion after she mastered her inhibitions. She had finally taken care of the last crewmember, and even did so without cumming like a whore herself. It was over.

            Or so she thought. Immediately after the tauren pulled out with an audible *SLOP*, Masker came up to Vereesa and slipped a blindfold over her eyes. Before she could react, Steelbelly and Tah’re scooped her up and dumped her unceremoniously on the Captain’s bed in the corner of the cabin.

            “Wha… You bastards still aren’t satisfied?” demanded the enraged high elf.

            “The night’s not over yet, Madame,” replied the first mate, as he began securing the former Farstrider’s wrists to the front bedposts. He then showed his expertise in restraint by tying small but firm cords around each of the cute elf’s big toes. Pulling the rope taught, he fastened the other ends to the back bedposts so that Vereesa was forced into a spread eagle position in the middle of the bed, her intimate place exposed for all to see. Even with the blindfold on, she could feel their lecherous eyes upon her. She instinctively tried to close her legs, but the cords pulled on her big toes and held fast.

            “What do you want now you sick perverts? I’ve done everything you asked. Do you have to tie me down too to get your rocks-- Mmmmf!”

            “There we go,” said Captain Wrenchnozzle as he stuffed the Ranger-General’s cloth underwear into her mouth, effectively gagging her. “You have done everything quite satisfactorily, my dear. In fact, I’m even considering knocking a few thousand gold off the price of the job. But I can’t help but notice you didn’t cum a single time. Not once! We here aboard the Maiden’s Fancy are gentlemen, and we would be remiss if we did not fulfill the needs of a lady who has shared our company. And I know you do have needs, darling. Your whole holier-than-thou frigid queen bitch routine is cute, but your hot body was made for fucking and cumming, and I’m going to prove it to you.”

            The goblin captain stood between her legs and pulled out a large red tube shaped vaguely like a rocket.

            “This here is a rather ingenious invention created by my engineer. Poor fellow is the only one who won’t be able to taste your charms, even though his robot familiar over there is the thing that made this all possible. Now he’s got another gift for us. He calls it the Maximum Overdrive Bitch Tamer 69-XXX. A bit overdramatic, but you know how we goblins are. Here, I’ll show you how it works.”

            Vereesa couldn’t see a thing, but felt the goblin’s grimy hands attach and tighten some straps to her thighs and then felt something metallic pressing against the entrance to her well-lubricated flower. She groaned in protest, but Wrenchnozzle ignored her as he inserted the fancy vibrator into the master sniper. With it planted snugly inside her and the clitoral suction aimed directly at Vereesa’s defenseless pearl, the goblin stood back and pressed the big red button on the device’s remote controller.

            The Bitch Tamer rocketed into action as only goblin tech can. The elf’s eyes popped wide open as her pussy erupted in sensation. It vibrated at an unseemly frequency that caused the outmatched huntress to arch her back in complete subjugation to the feeling and scream around her gag. The device felt like it was stimulating every part of her sex at once, multiple times a second. The studs along its length were just the right size and arranged in just the optimal interval to maximize her pleasure.

            “Mmmmmrrrrrrffffff!!”

            The Bitch Tamer whirred and thrusted inside the restrained high elf. Her exhausted pussy fought a short but pointless battle against it, trying to stop its insane vibrations by clamping down on the device. This only served to amplify the stimulation of her inner walls. The small but robust motor powering the tool quickly vanquished her so-called warrior’s cunt, and quivering flesh yielded to unrelenting machinery. The defeated high elf could find no relief from the devilish reverberations of the device, nowhere for her subdued quim to retreat to. She could only pitifully buck her hips in frantic hysteria and pull fruitlessly against her restraints. But the pirates’ ropework was effective and her wrists and toes remained secure despite all her frenzied convulsions. Then the Bitch Tamer’s clitoral suction activated.

            “MMMMRRRRFFFFFF!!”

            The insidious gadget had a small suction arm that latched onto the markswoman’s clitoris, immediately sending a jolt of pleasure throughout her writhing body. Once attached, it continued to suck, massage and pump her vulnerable clit, causing the squirming high elf to buck with renewed vigor and desperation. Vereesa still had not cum, but after all that had happened, she was on the razor’s edge. This pussy taming, clit sucking vibrator seemed determined to take her over it.

            Still, the youngest lady of House Windrunner would not give in. Even as her hands gripped the sheets in hopeless defiance, even as her cute toes curled in futile reluctance, and even as her toned, veteran physique spasmed from unasked for bliss, the Ranger-General commanded her body not to cum.

            “Well Captain, I supposed we’ll see you in the morning,” said Masker, as he began leading the crew out of the room. “Are you sure you’re going to be able to get any sleep like that?”

            “I’m not too worried XO. She’s sufficiently shackled and muzzled. And if I do wake up, it’ll just be another opportunity to avail myself of her delights,” replied the Captain. As the other mariners all filed out of his room, the goblin admired the elegant form before him. The still trembling huntress would be a fine companion to spend the night with. “Don’t worry Miss General, we will honor our bargain. But before we set off tomorrow, you will spend the night here, tied to my bed, while the Bitch Tamer humbles your wild cunt. The way you resisted creaming in front of us was commendable in away, but also pompous, and I can’t help but take it as a challenge. Do you think you are too good to cum in front of us pirates? Even now, I see you your sinful body trying to repress the expression of your lust. I have set the device to automatically stop functioning when it senses you cum. Don’t fight it General Windrunner. You will only make it harder on yourself.”

            With that, the diminutive goblin nestled up next to the elf’s throbbing, naked body and closed his eyes to sleep. Vereesa was furious. This was far beyond the pale of what was agreed to. Besides, she could not afford to leave Anduin and Jaina alone for that long. Ratchet was not safe for them, and they would need her vigilant protection.

            “Mmmff! Mmf! Mmmmm-- MMMMFFF!”

            The goblin cut off her noisy vocalizations by grabbing hold of one of her nipples and wickedly twisting it.

            “Shut up and try to get some sleep, Miss,” Wrenchnozzle said drowsily without opening his eyes. “It’s been a long night.”

            Vereesa threw her head back in utter frustration. She estimated it had been around 6 o’clock in the evening when she boarded the ship. The four hours of hardy fucking afterwards meant she was still over eight hours from sunrise. How was she expected to withstand the Bitch Tamer’s torment for that long? Again she struggled against her bindings, her long toes flexing and her long, athletic legs straining, but to no avail. She was trapped and at the complete mercy of the vibrating menace.

            For Vereesa, the minutes felt like hours and the hours stretched even longer. She drifted in and out of consciousness as the night went on. The buzzing between her legs meant she never lost consciousness completely, but instead floated along in a stupor of drunken eroticism. Thankfully, Wrenchnozzle’s engineer had the foresight to incorporate a lubrication injector into his invention. This allowed it to continue sliding effortlessly into the archer long after her natural juices had dwindled.

            In addition to her pussy nectar, the bed was soaked through with her sweat. Her tied up body quivered painfully as a result of her muscles being long past their breaking point. Even a high elven Ranger-General’s body had limits. It didn’t help things that she insisted on defying her desire to climax. Although the goblin next to her had long fallen asleep, Vereesa’s pride would not let her cum next to him. She held onto that last token of resistance with a resolute will that did not waver, no matter how much her overextended body screamed for release.

            The last hour of her captivity was the worst of it. So close was she to orgasm that she had to clench every muscle in her body to stop herself from cumming. The high elven sniper grit her teeth in obstinate concentration. The tendons on her neck stood out in stark relief as she thrashed her head from side to side. Her small hands made tight fists and her toes that weren’t tied up curled firmly. Her sexy back was arched off the bed and her heavy breathing caused her breasts to rise and fall seductively. The elf’s abs, hips, thighs, and calves all shuddered from the effects of the vibrator and clit sucker. At the center of it all, her depleted pussy gripped the device weakly as it insistently worked its magic on her.

            “Holy crap, you still awake Miss?” asked Wrenchnozzle, eight hours later. “How… How do you feel?”

            The goblin Captain’s question was met with silence. He gingerly removed the blindfold and gag from his unwilling bunkmate. Vereesa did not move. What little consciousness she had left was focused primarily on fighting her need to cum. Her eyes looked half-crazed, and the goblin noticed a puddle of drool had pooled on the bed next to her frantic face.

            “For fel’s sake, did you really not cum this whole time?” asked a bewildered Wrenchnozzle.

            “Uhhh… What? I-- Hnnngh! Is it done? Unnngghh!!”

            “Huh, it’s morning. I guess I was wrong. You can’t be tamed.”

            “Ughh! Turn… Huhhh! Turn it off!”

            “Very well, you deserve it Miss General,” replied Wrenchnozzle with actual respect in his voice. He turned off the vile gadget and with gentle care, extracted it from the huntress’s rose.

            *SLOP!*

            “Uuuunnnnngggghhh!!”

            Vereesa gave a loud moan at the strange feeling of the vibrator exiting her love tunnel. It had been there so long, she felt shamefully empty with it gone.

            “The… The ropes… Release me at once!”

            “Okay, okay, Miss. Just remember, we had an agreement. Nothing has changed. My man is still strategically positioned near your comrades. Do anything unwarranted, and he will make his move,” warned Wrenchnozzle as he undid the elf’s bindings.

            As soon as Vereesa was freed, her ranger instincts took over and she grabbed the goblin captain by his throat and pinned him against the wall. Although still intoxicated by the endorphin overload from a night of hellish edging, she focused her will on the task at hand.

            “Unwarranted? I should skin you and your men alive for what you did to me,” she spat. “You’re lucky we need your ship sailing skills in addition to your actual ship, or else I would put an arrow through your eye this very day.”

            “Hold on now--”

            “You will provide me and my companions safe passage on your ship for free, and if I am feeling remarkably generous, I may allow you all to live with only minor disabilities after we land in Booty Bay,” interrupted the furious Ranger-General. “If you still want to play your foolish extortion game, then just fucking try me, you green bastard.”

            Captain Wrenchnozzle realized too late that he had pushed the Windrunner sister too far. Even though he logically still had the upper hand, he was not willing to call her bluff. Yes, her naked body still shivered occasionally from 12 hours of merciless sexual denial, but the glazed-over look in her eyes was no longer there. An evening of sexual subjugation from the Bitch Tamer had not been sufficient to break her resolve after all. Once untied, she had quickly gathered her wits and put the fear of death in the goblin. The negotiations were officially over.

            “Y-- Yes my Lady, of course. Whatever you say. We were just trying to help you enjoy your--”

            A vicious glare from Vereesa told him to change course mid-sentence.

            “Ahem, we’ll be ready to depart within the hour. Please gather your companions and we will set sail at your command, my Lady. Free of charge,” said Captain Wrenchnozzle meekly.

            Vereesa was already off the bed and getting dressed. She left the ship, successfully avoiding the rest of the crew on her way out, and made a beeline to the inn her comrades were staying at. As much as she wanted to find a secluded space to finally bring herself off, her pride did not allow it. And in any case, she needed to return to her young High King quickly to ensure he was still safe.

            When she arrived back at the inn, Jaina and Anduin were already in the lobby sharing some morning coffee. To the high elf’s relief, they seemed unharmed. There was nothing out of place, other than perhaps a little innocent embarrassment that hung in the air. Vereesa assumed that she was just projecting her own feelings. Anduin stood up to greet her and extended another cup of coffee he had ordered in anticipation of her arrival.

            “We were starting to get worried about y--”

            The young lion of the Alliance was unable to finish his sentence before he dropped the coffee on the floor, followed shortly by his own crumpling body.

            “ANDUIN!”

            Jaina and Vereesa cried out in unison. But while the huntress immediately rushed to her fallen King’s side, the sorceress keeled over half way and blacked out.

            “Lady Proudmoore!” Vereesa exclaimed in concern. [What’s happening?] “Please, someone help us!”

            She looked around and only saw the innkeeper in the room. Not even Wrenchnozzle’s alleged engineer appeared to be there. The innkeeper was an inconspicuous female human with short black hair and an athletic form. “Innkeeper, get help! Something’s happened!” demanded Vereesa.

            “Yes, something has happened indeed, elven scum,” sneered the innkeeper.

            “You! Did you do this?” cried Vereesa in suspicion.

            The lithe human female responded by lunging at the elf with a hidden dagger. Although not in her best state of mind, Vereesa’s battle instincts took over. She dodged her attacker’s sinister strike, then parried the next cheap shot with her own dagger.

            “Who are you? What have you done!?” Vereesa spat.

            The two agile combatants continued to trade blows around the inn lobby, leaving upset tables and broken chairs in their wake. The human’s skill with a dagger was considerable, but Vereesa was the overall superior fighter. She started gaining the advantage little by little. Before long, an opportunity presented itself and Vereesa was able to disarm her opponent. The human’s weapon clattered on the floor uselessly. Seizing the initiative, Vereesa sheathed her dagger and drew her bow. She notched a deadly arrow and pointed it directly at the mysterious assailant.

            “Enough! You have exactly five seconds to explain yourself before this arrow pierces your heart,” threatened the Ranger-General.

            “Defias brothers, to me!” called the human.

            Had the former Farstrider not just endured a marathon multiracial gang bang, she would have likely detected the other humanoids that were hidden throughout the room. Unfortunately for her, the lingering dopamine from her unexpressed climax left her normally keen ranger senses diminished. All of a sudden, scores of armed humans appeared from the shadows and ambushed the markswoman.

            Vereesa immediately adjusted her aim to the nearest threat and fired a steady shot into the face of the closest target. She then disengaged by backflipping over a table to get some space, and proceeded to fire a barrage of precisely aimed death at the newcomers. A half dozen rogues fell, already dead before hitting the floor. A couple tried sneaking behind her to backstab her, but the huntress was too quick. She turned and fired a multi-shot into the crowd, taking down all marks within an eight yard cone in front of her.

            The Ranger-General of the Silver Covenant was a beauty to behold in combat. Like a goddess of death, she gracefully dipped and dived around the inn, taking down enemies with a variety of deliberately aimed shots. Concussive shots, trick shots, volleys, and bursting shots, the elite sniper used everything in her arsenal to thin the herd. Despite the lopsided odds, she had taken out more than two thirds of the bandits already.

            Perhaps her luck could have continued if she had enough arrows for the small raiding party attacking her. Too soon, she had emptied her quiver and was forced to revert back to her dagger. While she was still lethal in melee, she had to take more risks at such a close range. The innkeeper, who apparently led this party, saw an opening in the huntress’s stance and shadowstepped behind her. She hit the high elf with a kidney shot, causing her to double over in pain. The human quickly covered Vereesa’s mouth and nose with a poison-coated cloth while simultaneously putting her in a solid chokehold.

            The effect of the weakening poison was almost instantaneous. Vereesa felt all her strength leave her at once. She tried to alleviate the pressure on her carotid, but was unable to break the chokehold. Within seconds, her vision started darkening and she began to pass out.

            A little while later…

            *SPLASH!*

            The first daughter of Kul Tiras awoke with a start as someone dumped a bucket of water on her head. “What-- Anduin! *cough* *cough* Anduin, what happened? *cough*”

            “You traitorous bit--!”

            *WHI-PSSSHHHH!*

            “HYAAHH!”

            Jaina vaguely recognized the voice of her long-time friend Ranger-General Vereesa Windrunner. She blinked away the water in her eyes and was greeted with a sight that made her blood run cold.

            “You will hang for thi--!”

            *WHI-PSSSHHHH!*

            “YUUUHH!”

            The exalted leader of the Silver Covenant and heiress to the illustrious Windrunner name was completely nude in front of her. Perhaps even more concerning, her head and hands were securely restrained in a wooden pillory. Below that, her legs were forced wide apart by a metal spreader bar. The height of the stocks was such that the fit and captivating body of the sharpshooter was bent at around 90 degrees at the waist, forcing her perfectly pale ass up in the air. And it was that ass that was now being ruthlessly whipped by what appeared to be the proprietor of the inn they had been staying at.

            “Oh Lady Proudmoore, I’m so sorry, I couldn’t--”

            *WHI-PSSSHHHH!*

            “HYAAHH!” the high elf cried in pain while arching her back.

            “Good, now the other one’s awake,” said the human with the whip.

            *WHI-PSSSHHHH!*

            “HYUUHH!” screamed the sorceress, echoing her friend’s anguish. It was at this point that Jaina became acutely aware of her own predicament. Namely, that she was in the exact same situation as Vereesa, naked and locked in stocks, directly facing the elf, with only about two feet between them. They appeared to be just outside the inn. It was a busy morning, and a sizable crowd had started to encircle them.

            *WHI-PSHH-PSHHH!*

            “YUUUHH!”

            “YAAAHH!”

            The skilled human brought her whip down on both their exposed backsides in turn. “You stupid whores. Hellscream will be here to collect you before sundown. But until then, you are mine to play with.”

            “Who are you? What have you done to And--!?”

            *WHI-PSHH-PSHHH!*

            “HAAHH!”

            “YUUHH!”

            “I heard her call for her Defias brothers earlier. I think she’s--” began Vereesa.

            *WHI-PSSSHHHH!*

            “YUUUHH!”

            “You don’t recognize me? I’m insulted. I suppose the petty affairs of the common man don’t merit your attention up in your ivory towers in Dalaran,” said the raven haired human. “Perhaps you will at least recognize the name. I am Vanessa VanCleef, daughter of Edwin VanCleef and queenpin of the Defias Brotherhood!”

            *WHI-PSHH-PSHHH!*

            “HYAAHH!”

            “HYUUHH!”

            “Enough VanCleef! Why are you doing thi--” the high elf tried to ask.

            *WHI-PSSSHHHH!*

            “HAAAHH!”

            “It’s just business, ladies. I killed your king with deadly poison and am now turning you two over to the Horde because they are clearly the future of this world, thanks to your pathetic attempt at an uprising. You will be the Brotherhood’s ticket into the Horde, and the generous finder’s fee won’t hurt either. How fortunate for us that our simple money laundering front has turned up such a fortune,” explained the outlaw. “And as for why I’m whipping your slutty bodies on the streets of Ratchet…”

            *WHI-PSHH-PSHHH!*

            “YUUUHH!”

            “YAAAHH!”

            “Well, that’s more personal. Consider it payback for what the Wrynn family did to mine. They betrayed my father and ruined his legacy. The boy was too dangerous not to kill, but at least I can take out my anger on his two personal whores. You failed to defeat the orcs and now you failed to protect your king. Don’t you think you deserve this?”

            “You will pay for your treachery!” yelled Vereesa, shaking in impotent rage.

            “No… Anduin…” lamented Jaina, tears welling in her big blue eyes.

            “Jaina, it’s not your fault! It was my--”

            *WHI-PSHH-PSHHH!*

            “HAAHH!”

            “YUUHH!”

            “What say you, citizens of Ratchet? Are you enjoying the show?” boasted Vanessa to the crowd of cheering onlookers. Ratchet was still a cartel town, full of scum and villainy that were more than happy to see two Alliance damsels being lashed in public.

            “Oh Light, what have I done? And Vereesa, you too, this is because of me!” cried Jaina in true anguish.

            “No my lady, you cannot blame yourself. I was supposed to protect you both. I convinced you all to come to Ratchet. I failed--”

            *WHI-PSHH-PSHHH!*

            “YUUUHH!”

            “YAAAHH!”

            “You’re both failures, and you will be chained in Orgrimmar as Horde fuck slaves,” taunted the rogue, as she cracked the whip across both their tight asses again.

            “Stop this VanCleef! Hasn’t she been through enough already? At least let the archmage go. The Alliance needs her! Send me to Hellscream if you must assuage your evil, vengeful heart, but spare her. I killed dozens of his men at the Ring of Valor. I will be more than enough of a prize.”

            “A profitless bargain, if I’ve ever heard one. You offer nothing, yet demand everything,” sneered Vanessa.

            “Then at least spare her the whip! P… Please, give her some respite. I will do anything…” implored the huntress, desperate to ease her friend’s suffering, even if only a little.

            “She said anything! Make her your bitch, boss!” a Defias bandit yelled out from the crowd.

            “Hmmm, I suppose if you think you can entertain me sufficiently on your own, then I may consider it,” said the queenpin.

            “No, General Windrunner, you can’t-- Mmmmff!” Jaina tried to say before being interrupted by Vanessa gagging her with her own underwear.

            “You can begin by apologizing for your rudeness earlier. What did you call me? Traitorous bitch, I think it was?” mocked Vanessa. “And remember what’s at stake, elf bitch.”

            “I… I apologize for what I said,” muttered Vereesa reluctantly. “I was wrong.”

            *WHI-PSSSHHHH!*

            “YUUH!”

            “Come on now, a little more enthusiasm for the crowd, elf bitch,” Vanessa laughed along with the audience. “Tell your mistress how much you should be punished for your actions.”

            “I… I deserve to be whipped long and hard for my mistakes, mistress,” said the cowed markswoman.

            “Mmmmff!” protested Jaina as she looked despairingly at her comrade debasing herself for her sake.

            *WHI-PSSSHHHH!*

            “HAAH!”

            “Well, if you insist, elf bitch,” said the rogue as she admired the trembling form of her prisoner. With each lash, the huntress braced her body, hoping to reduce the pain of whip. By tensing her ass, she could slightly harden her well-trained body for the incoming agony. But that wouldn’t stop her from shuddering in pain when the leather actually landed. Nor did it keep her tight ranger ass from jiggling, to the amusement of the onlookers.

            “Don’t forget to thank me for punishing your harlot body,” said Vanessa, as she presented the whip to Vereesa’s lips. Knowing what she expected, Vereesa kissed the weapon submissively. As long as it was her, then it wouldn’t be Jaina. “And raise your fat ass higher. Stand on your toes, elf bitch.”

            “Th… Thank you mistress for whipping my insolent body,” said the Ranger-General as she obediently angled her heart-shaped ass upwards and stood on her toes. Her defined calf muscles stood out deliciously as she did so.

            *WHI-PSSSHHHH!*

            “YUUH! Thank you mistress.”

            *WHI-PSSSHHHH!*

            “HAAH! Thank you mistress.”

            “Now, now, elf bitch, I’m not convinced you really want the lashings. Are you sure you wouldn’t rather I just take my anger out on your girlfriend’s alabaster ass instead?” said Vanessa threateningly.

            “No mistress, please keep punishing my slutty body. I deserve to be punished. See how my porcelain ass calls out to be marked by you!” implored Vereesa, desperate to keep Jaina out of this. “See how my whorish body needs to be disciplined by you!”

            *WHI-PSSSHHHH!*

            “YUUH! Thank you mistress for your merciful punishment. Watch the obscene dance of my whipped body as I writhe for you. May it please my mistress to make sport of my wanton body in front of her loyal followers.”

            *WHI-PSSSHHHH!*

            “HAAH! Thank you mistress for taming this pretentious elf bitch. I was too arrogant before. Please take pleasure in disciplining my Ranger-General ass. I am your slave bitch and my highborne ass is yours to do as you will.”

            “Only your ass, slave bitch?”

            “No mistress, please lash my defenseless body wherever it pleases you.”

            The Defias queenpin reviewed her handiwork. The huntress’s red ass contrasted sharply with the rest of her pale body. An angry latticework of whip marks now marred her rear. Nothing deep, but appropriately painful nonetheless. She would make sure the rest of her looked the same soon. The high elf was sweating bullets from the strain of withstanding such a prolonged whipping. Her knees shook, her toes clung tightly to the floor, and her breaths were coming out in haggard gasps.

            “It would please me for my slave bitch to recommend some targets,” mused Vanessa.

            “Please mistress, whip my exposed breasts,” panted Vereesa.

            *WHI-PSSSHHHH!*

            “HAAHH!”

            Underboob.

            *WHI-PSSSHHHH!*

            “YUUHH!”

            Side boob.

            *WHI-PSSSHHHH!*

            “HYAAHH!”

            Both nipples.

            The huntress continued to arch her back with each lash. Her knees bucked and her feet stamped the ground cutely each time before she resumed her position on her toes. She wanted to bravely take the torment head-on, especially in front of the archmage. But despite herself, she recoiled from each lash in a perverse dance with the whip. Her pendulous tits could do nothing but endure the punishment she herself had asked for. For her part, Jaina continued shouting muffled exhortations around her gag in guilty sympathy for the elf.

            “Please mistress, whip my hard abs.”

            *WHI-PSSSHHHH!*

            “YUUH!”

            *WHI-PSSSHHHH!*

            “HAAH!”

            “Please mistress, whip my quivering thighs.”

            *WHI-PSSSHHHH!*

            “YUUH!”

            *WHI-PSSSHHHH!*

            “HAAH!”

            “Please mistress, whip my arching back.”

            *WHI-PSSSHHHH!*

            “YUUH!”

            *WHI-PSSSHHHH!*

            “HAAH!”

            “Please mistress, whip my sensitive heels.”

            *WHI-PSSSHHHH!*

            “YUUH!”

            *WHI-PSSSHHHH!*

            “HAAH!”

            The huntress’s athletic legs finally gave way and she hung limply from the pillory, no longer able to keep herself up on her toes. The rogue gave her a few seconds of clemency before correcting her negligence.

            *WHI-PSSSHHHH!*

            “HYUUHH!”

            “Get back up on your toes, elf bitch,” commanded the assassin. “What, are you all out of ideas? Nowhere else for my whip to kiss? If that’s the case, I suppose I’ll have to move on to the other prisoner.”

            “Wait mistress!” gasped the markswoman as she struggled to stand back on her toes. “My shameless body needs more discipline! Please continue debasing your slave bitch. Make me forget my past life as a leader of heroes and subjugate me to your iron will!”

            “Oh? Well, I suppose we haven’t explored every possibility of your indecent anatomy yet,” chuckled the human as she pointedly ran the leather whip along the elf’s ass crack. Vereesa shivered at the implication.

            “Pl… Please mistress, whip your slave bitch in… In her asshole,” whispered the Ranger-General, doing her best to look away from Jaina’s beseeching eyes.

            “I didn’t quite hear you there, elf bitch. Exactly what are you asking for?” derided Vanessa.

            “Please mistress, spread my ass cheeks open and whip your slave bitch in her asshole,” cringed Vereesa. Two nearby Defias bandits didn’t need to be told twice as they stepped up and spread the high elf’s cheeks wide open, allowing all to stare inside her most shameful hole.

            “Once more, what exactly do you, Ranger-General Vereesa Windrunner, want?” asked the human tellingly while she admired the elf’s delicate, exposed star. Her vulnerable sphincter was twitching in terrified anticipation. All the muscles in the markswoman’s thighs and calves clenched visibly. Her toes curled tightly while still supporting her full weight. Her legs quivered slightly from the strain of her position and the effects of the whipping. The rivulets of sweat pouring off her heaving body caused her alluring body to glimmer in the morning sun. “Really sell it this time, bitch elf!”

            “Please look away, Lady Proudmoore. Forgive me for what I’m about to do,” Said the high elf as she grit her teeth and squeezed her eyes shut in mental preparation.

            “Mmmmmfff!” protested the sorceress in vain.

            “I am Ranger-General Vereesa Windrunner, renowned scion of Silvermoon, elite ranger veteran of the Farstriders, former Alliance Ambassador to the Kirin Tor, leader of the Silver Covenant, and bitch slave to my mistress Vanessa VanCleef! I beg my gracious mistress to spare Lady Proudmoore and instead flog my highborne asshole into obedience! Please mistress, my sinful asshole yearns for the kiss of your whip. Temper my wild spirit with a justified anal lashing so that I may never forget my mistress’s power! Tame my dirty sphincter with a righteous rectal thrashing so that I learn my new place at your feet! Whip my defiant, gaping asshole into complete submission!” proclaimed the humiliated huntress to thunderous applause.

            *WHI-PSSSHHHH!*

            “YYIIIIIUUUUUHHHHH!!”

            The assassin’s strike was true. Her uncompromising whip found its target in the depths of the huntress’s acutely sensitive, unprotected ass canal. The high elf’s reaction was as violent as it was breathtaking. Her toes dug hard into the ground, lifting her body up forcefully. At the same time, her athletic back arched dramatically and she threw her head backwards. The overall upward motion of her body pushed against the wooden stocks, causing it to groan and splinter in protest, although it did not break.

            Platinum blonde hair flew everywhere as Vereesa’s head thrashed in the stocks. Her legs gave way again as she fell off her toes and dropped to her heels. Her thoroughly abused asshole burned in agony. The huntress uncontrollably bucked her hips in a striking articulation of her pain. Her whipped sphincter twitched madly to the delight of her tormentor. The piteous high elf nearly passed out from the blow as she saw stars through the tears in her eyes.

            Most demeaning of all, she had clearly lost control of bladder in front of the citizens of Ratchet. Everyone saw the fabled Ranger-General piss herself from the pain of her mistress’s domination. Domination that she had begged for.

            “We’re not done yet, filthy elf. Don’t think you’re getting away with just pissing yourself,” warned the exacting overseer of the elf’s debasement. “Stand back up again now!”

            It took remarkable courage for the utterly vanquished markswoman to stand back on her toes and point her devastated asshole at her mistress once more. Eager to see how far their leader could push the lusty body of their prisoner, the Defias mobsters gladly spread her cheeks again.

            “Please, let me rest, I can’t--”

            *WHI-PSSSHHHH!*

            “YYIIIIIUUUUUHHHHH!!”

            Another excruciatingly accurate strike landed on the Ranger-General’s despoiled sphincter. Just as before, the panting, shuddering form of the athletic huntress arched backwards in pain. But this time, she unconsciously maintained her posture on her toes, ass in the air, in some desperate hope that her compliance would be rewarded with a reprieve. Her hopes were dashed when she felt her ass cheeks being spread open a third time.

            “I beg you mistress, I’m at my limit, no mo--”

            *WHI-PSSSHHHH!*

            “YYIIIIIUUUUUHHHHH!!”

            The Defias leader continued to show her skill with a whip by cracking it on the huntress’s crinkled star yet again. The Ranger-General’s entire body convulsed. Her quivering thighs were on the verge of complete collapse and her straining calves were all but spent. Yet nothing compared to the tortured state of her ravaged ass tunnel. The frantic twitching of her humbled sphincter affirmed her complete defeat by the expert anal lashing of her mistress. The Ranger-General had no more left to give. The street now stank of her sweat and piss. While she still stood on her toes and maintained her form, that was more a catatonic response than a reasoned reaction. For all her training and experience, the huntress’s sculpted, disciplined body had indeed reached its physical limit. As she felt her ass cheeks being pried open again, she let out her final entreaty.

            “Please mistress, my wild, slutty asshole has been fully tamed. The generous gift of your righteous lash has chastened my lewd sphincter and mastered my obscene shit canal. It is yours now, to train and violate at your pleasure. Please mistress, you have broken my body and my will. I just need a little time to rest. Let me rest, so that my ass may serve at your pleasure once mo--”

            *WHI-PSSSHHHH!*

            “YYIIIIIUU--!!”

            Vereesa Windrunner fainted mid-scream as her darkest hole was callously lashed again.

            *SPLASH!*

            The dejected markswoman was immediately dragged back from the sweet oblivion of unconsciousness by a bucket of cold water thrown in her face.

            “Your ass is mine to train and violate, you say? If that’s so, why are you falling asleep on me, elf bitch? You swooned on me after only four quick lashes. I’m unsatisfied with your performance, slave. I would have thought a former Farstrider would be more impressive. It looks like your reputation far outstrips your actual abilities, Windrunner. Well if you’re all used up, I’ll just have to train and violate your girlfriend’s ass instead,” said the cruel criminal.

            “No, please mistress, I can still perform for you. My… My ass can still be of service,” pleaded the sniper.

            “Another stroke then? Very well, present yourself,” said Vanessa.

            “Wait mistress, th… There must be something else,” Vereesa bargained desperately. “You have subdued my savage elf anus completely. Perhaps you or your men would like to test the results of your efforts?”

            “Oh?”

            “Yes mistress, my wild elf asshole has been made meek and pliant by your gracious whip. Please see how it can service your people. Allow it to milk your followers with its warmth and tightness,” Vereesa entreated. Even as her own tears still stung her eyes, she could not allow Jaina to be subjected to this monster.

            “Hahaha, now that’s an interesting proposal. Warmth and tightness? Are you even certain your whipped asshole can pleasure my men in your pathetic state?”

            “See for yourself mistress. Feel how strong I still am down there. I am whipped and broken, but not ruined. Now that you have mastered my sinful body entirely, use it to satisfy your lust,” the disgraced huntress offered.

            Humoring her prisoner, Vanessa reached an inquiring finger into the high elf’s mistreated hole. It parted for her without much effort, and clasped the invader loosely at first.

            “Uhhhnnnn…” groaned the huntress, as her tender flesh was probed. To appease her mistress, she worked her glutes and tightened her sphincter around the human’s digit. Her aching star burned from the effort, but she pushed through the pain. “Does my firm grip please my mistress?”

            “My, my, so this is what a Ranger-General’s shit tunnel is capable of. What impressive control! Even after a beating, you can muster the strength to clutch my finger,” mocked the human. “Would any of you like to take my horny slave bitch up on her offer? Who among you will be first to plunder her nasty ass canal on behalf of the Brotherhood?”

            The Defias members pushed and shoved to be first in line. Some had been worried that their leader was planning on flogging the huntress so thoroughly that she would be useless for any other purpose. They were relieved to find out they would have a chance to exploit her supermodel body while she was still serviceable after all. A large, burly brigand eventually jostled his way to the front and stepped behind the bent double archer.

            “It appears some of my brothers are actually interesting in sticking it in your vile shit box. Personally I’m not persuaded you’re worthy of the honor, slave bitch,” Vanessa goaded.

            “Please make use of my vulgar ass, my lord,” Vereesa encouraged the thug, trusting that at least if there was a dick inside her she wouldn’t be whipped there anymore. “Allow my slutty body the honor of satiating your needs with its welcoming embra-- Unnghh!”

            The large Defias bandit sheathed his hard rod fully into the high elf’s upraised rear in one smooth motion. Luckily, her entrance was slick from the profuse amount of sweat that constantly rolled down her body. Still, the friction of the outlaw’s tool on her raw ass was nonetheless arduous, especially given the belligerent speed with which he soon began fucking her.

            “You stupid harlot, you killed my best friend back here. I’m going to fuck you hard enough for both of us,” the man said as he ravaged the huntress. A number of his fellow brigands muttered their concurrence. “And then, everyone one of us here will take from your body what you and your Alliance took from us!”

            “Ungh! Hah! Ungh! Uhhh!”

            As rough as it was, and although she would never openly admit it, Vereesa was inwardly thankful to her anal rapist for the time being. He provided a momentary respite from Vanessa’s predations. It looked like he had quite a bit of stamina too, so perhaps she could drag this on and forestall Jaina’s involvement for as long as possible. Some opportunity to escape may yet present itself, and the archmage had been through enough already. “Please-- Hahh! Don’t look at me Lady Proudmo-- Ahhh! Forgive me for not protecting you and King Wrynn. Let-- Unngh! Let me do this for you.”

            “Mmmmff!” Jaina replied contritely, doing her best to look away as requested.

            “Actually, my man brings up a good point,” interjected Vanessa. “My brothers here have sacrificed much to capture you two alive. They should all be rewarded for their loyalty. I have in front of me two available cum dumpsters. I don’t see any reason anyone should have to wait their turn while the witch goes unused.”

            “Mistress, we-- Uhhh! We had a deal!” said Vereesa in alarm.

            “The deal’s changed, elf bitch. Unless you can come up with a compelling reason not to let my devoted supporters have their way with your whore girlfriend.”

            “I’m the one who killed your men. Let them take it out on me. Let my lewd body pacify their hate and satiate their thirst. I will service every single one of them to your satisfaction, mistress,” Vereesa negotiated.

            “You may be a horny cunt who’s good for nothing except gratifying cocks, but I doubt even you could take on all my men here,” Vanessa replied skeptically. “Hellscream is on his way, and once he gets here, we won’t be able to have any more fun with you slutty bitches.”

            “Please let me try, mistress. I am a skilled lover. Watch as I quickly drain your follower’s cock with my shameful shithole,” said the huntress while milking her rapist with her clenching ass. She wasn’t lying either. The Windrunner sister displayed commendable control over her recently whipped sphincter as she expertly worked it on the man’s pole. Despite his apparent stamina, the markswoman’s precisely executed anal technique brought the Defias thug promptly to the edge.

            “Hah! Ahh! Does my elven ass please you, my lord? Uhh! Feel it squeeze and massage you, my lord. Does it excite you to defile an elven noble with your massive cock? To humble my arrogant ass with your enormous size? Hahhh! Do you enjoy having your hard dick anally worshipped by me? Gods, you’re so big! My tiny elven asshole can’t take much more!” professed the huntress convincingly. The addition of the dirty talk was enough to bring her rapist to an early climax, much to his own disappointment.

            “Th-- Thank you for the gift of your seed,” winced Vereesa as the man’s cum splashed against the delicate flesh where she had been lashed. “Please, if there is anyone else that requires attention, my lustful body is at your disposal. You can do anything, just please leave Lady Proudmoore out of it.”

            “I admit, you’re a fast worker, elf bitch. Okay then boys, you heard her. Take your energy out on this whore. If she can’t handle you all adequately, we’ll use the witch instead,” instructed Vanessa.

            Little did her prisoners know, while Garrosh had put a bounty on their heads, he had stipulated that no one ravage the archmage. He considered her to be his personal pet, whose punishment he would duly administer on his own. All of Vanessa’s previous threats to harm Jaina had mostly been bluffs to take advantage of Vereesa’s kindness. Even the few times she whipped the sorceress may have been stepping over the line. Still, the queenpin felt the Warchief would allow a few indiscretions given the fact that she had successfully assassinated the Alliance High King today. Of course, the fact that the archmage was relatively untouchable to her was something she did not feel the need to share with the high elf currently being violated by her people.

            And so the huntress’s degradation continued. Every hole of hers was put to use. Even her hands, which were locked in place at the wrist by the wooden stocks, were made to pleasure her defilers. For the second time in 24 hours, the Ranger-General of the Silver Covenant was subjected to an extensive gang banging. This time the protracted orgy would occasionally be interrupted by random whippings whenever the Defias queenpin started to get bored.

            When at least every Brotherhood member had at least two rounds with the huntress, Vanessa opened the depraved rape show to anyone who wanted to participate -- for a modest fee, anyway. The denizens of Ratchet were eager to pay up for a go at the stunning high elf, especially after seeing her earlier performance. Even Captain Wrenchnozzle’s engineer, a shifty looking goblin named Torquespindle, got a turn. He had seen everything that occurred on the Maiden’s Fancy via his robotic familiar, but was worried he would not get a chance to bed the huntress himself. He ended up paying double to the Defias Brotherhood as a show of his gratitude.

            Hours later…

            Vereesa Windrunner was ravished by countless customers throughout that day. By sundown, the well-fucked elf hung limply from the wooden pillory. The vast majority of her conquered body was stained by the sticky satisfaction of her molesters. Although not as precise a counter as Jaina’s collar, people had begun scratching tick marks onto the stocks every time they came on or inside her. Now those tick marks tallied well over 50.

            Vereesa’s pretty silver hair was matted messily to her face. Her blank eyes stared down at the ground as drool dribbled idly from her half open mouth. Where the cum didn’t cover it, faded red stripes recorded where her sculpted body had been punished. But to the Ranger-General’s great credit, although she had been fucked into an exhausted stupor, she still maintained some small semblance of vigilance so that she might seize any chance to escape if one should appear. She wasn’t entirely out of the fight yet, despite what everyone thought.

            “So this is where my whore went,” growled Garrosh Hellscream, Warchief of the True Horde. He and a retinue of Kor’kron guards approached the two naked captives. The remaining crowd around the inn gave the newcomers a wide berth. “Who is in charge here?”

            “Warchief Hellscream, welcome,” greeted the Defias queenpin. She noticed the eyepatch covering the orc’s left eye and tried not to stare at it. “I am Vanessa Vancleef, and I speak for the Defias Brotherhood. I trust you received our message?”

            “I did, human. Your people did surprisingly well in capturing my slave and her conspirators so soon. And I see you have reprimanded this one quite appropriately,” noted Garrosh approvingly as he surveyed the state of the disgraced huntress. “I had thought your kind completely worthless, but perhaps there is a use for you, after all.”

            “You will soon realize just how useful an organization of our talents can be,” said Vanessa coolly. She hated that she had to parlay with the disgusting orc, but he was powerful and his gold would help fund the Brotherhood’s machinations.

            They then both turned away from the elf ranger. “You will regret ever leaving Orgrimmar, witch,” said Garrosh to the archmage. Jaina stared back defiantly at her old torturer. “And where is the boy who calls himself King?”

            “The Wrynn boy was too dangerous to keep alive. His mastery over healing would have made any but my most lethal poisons ineffective against him,” explained the master assassin. “Had I used the same concoction on him as I used on his whores, he would have immediately used holy magic to dispel the venom. It had to be a killing dose. Anything less and his innate connection to the Light would have saved him.”

            The queenpin thought she saw the orc’s one good eye twitch. Or did she imagine it? She had killed the leader of the Alliance for him. Surely that was worthy of praise, and ideally monetary compensation as well. “I imagine you would have preferred it if he had suffered a prolonged death, but a pragmatic commander such as you must certainly appreciate a practical--”

            *CLANK!*

            With her enemies’ backs turned to her, the Ranger-General sprung into action with the ferocity and grace of a wild nightsaber. Drawing on what limited reserves of strength she still had, the huntress pushed up against the wooden pillory with explosive force. The contraption had already been damaged from the flogging and fucking from earlier. As drained as she was, her powerful elven physique was enough to overpower the rusted iron hinges that held the stocks together.

            Her hands and head were now free, although her legs were still awkwardly separated by the spreader bar. Using surprise to her advantage, she lunged at the Defias ringleader from behind and put the blade of a small pocket knife to her throat.

            “Everyone freeze or I slit this treacherous bitch’s throat!” declared the unbound and reinvigorated markswoman. Evidently she had covertly stolen the pocket knife from one of her rapists while she was handling his cock. Since then, she’d kept it hidden in her tightly closed first, waiting for an opening like this. “Step away slowly if her life is worth anything to you.”

            Almost everyone, including the Kor’kron, took a few steps back. The only person who didn’t move was the Warchief himself.

            “Move back Hellscream, or your flunkey bleeds out in front of you right here,” the fierce elven General threatened.

            “Do as you wish, Alliance wench,” replied Garrosh casually.

            There was a pregnant pause as all parties processed the orc’s words.

            “Don’t… Don’t tempt me, Horde scum,” tried Vereesa again.

            “Why would I care for the life or death of some human tramp?” asked Garrosh genuinely. “I had thought they might be of some use, but clearly she and her band of failures are even more incompetent than I had assumed. In fact, please do kill the harlot, I insist. Save me some trouble.”

            The nonplussed high elf took a second to recalculate her strategy. That pause was all the Defias queenpin needed to stun the elf with a swift elbow to her gut and slip from her grasp. The rogue then struck the dazed huntress hard in the back of the head, knocking her out instantly.

            “Mmmff!” cried Jaina regretfully.

            Turning her attention back to the imposing orc, Vanessa drew her weapon warily.

            “What are you saying, orc? We had a deal.”

            “You stole that which did not belong to you, wench. And all because you could not handle disabling a mere boy who did not even know who you were,” explained Garrosh, while giving an inconspicuous signal to his guards. The Warchief had felt the sting of a stolen kill before as a result of treachery and poison. He was furious it had happened yet again. “The Wrynn king was mine to deal with. You and your lot will pay for your incompetence.”

            At that, the Kor’kron drew their weapons and immediately began cutting down Defias thugs. The queenpin herself made a valiant attempt to resist, but was quickly overwhelmed by multiple warriors from all sides attacking her. She was able to take a couple orcs down before ultimately getting disarmed and restrained by the Kor’kron.

            “Orc scum! This is outrageous! You will pay--”

            *SLAP!*

            “Guhh!”

            “Silence whore! Take her away. We will deal with her in Orgrimmar,” said Garrosh after slapping Vanessa hard across her face.

            “What of the other two, Warchief?” asked one of his soldiers.

            “I have plans for both of them,” replied Garrosh darkly. “Take them all.”
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