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Shattered	By : Koori Category: +S through Z > World of Warcraft Views: 8001 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter Eight – Deathspeaker Vance Dixon
The Deathspeaker watched the scene unfold from the crystal near his bed. As he observed his pet; his hand causally ran down the side of the naked woman bound eagle spread on his bed. Blindfolded and gagged his prisoner was silent in voice but her body screamed of fear, with the racing heart, short breaths and sweat that trickled down her skin. He traced one sweat droplet up to the woman’s full breast, teasing the nipple until it was hard. Then he cruelly twisted it and took pleasure in the muffled scream. Vance’s eyes returned to the crystal, his pet was in a similar position as this slut, chained face down on the bed while the wench was busy sliding various size toys into his ass. It had taken a month for the screaming to stop, the smaller dildos slid in and out with ease, it was getting close to claiming his prize. None of the toys he had given to use on his ass was as big as his own cock. No, when he took his slut he wanted it to rip him open.
Bending down he took the bruised nipple into his mouth and sucked on it gently. It took a moment but soon the woman on the bed was moaning at the touch. Vance smiled and bit down and once again a scream came from the captive. He didn’t want this woman; he wanted his slut spread eagle on his bed, begging for his cock.   The wench said he was close to being ready, just a few final lessons. The past two weeks had intensified for his pet as he mastered the skills required, more challenging ones were presented. He ran a hand down between his prisoner’s legs and wasn’t surprised to find it slick and ready. Taking his eyes away from the crystal he spread her folds apart looking, and soon teased her clit into appearing. The woman thrashed in his bed; from passion or fear he didn’t know or care. Taking a pin from his robe, he quickly pierced the tender flesh. He mounted even as she as she howled in agony. Using the blood as lube he took her. His eyes returned to his pet. Nathaniel was sitting naked on the bed as the wench handed him a large toy. Under her instructions, the elf wrapped his lips around the dildo and slowly started to suck on it. As more of it entered his mouth, Vance was pleased to see the slut’s work on his gag reflex was starting to show. It was easy to picture his own cock in the place of the toy and with that vision he came hard filling the prisoner with his release. After he finished he got up and slid a wide rubber toy into the woman’s ravaged folds, keeping his seed from falling out.
“If you’re lucky you are now carrying my child,” he told her as he got dressed. “You will be treated like royalty. If not, the Ebon Hold will get a slut for the night, afraid they don’t treat their women as well as I do.” He released the sobbing woman to Foster, who was standing guard outside and ordered fresh bedding for his chamber. A glance at the crystal told him his pet was staying true to the strict schedule and was partaking in his afternoon nap. He had time to meet with the wench for a report before heading to his lab.
He found her standing in her cell, naked. Her pale body covered with various scars from cuts and burns she had earned for her failures. Vance had learned quickly to place such marks out of sight from his pet, they distressed him so. Deni’s cell was small; a broom closet. There wasn’t room for her to lie out fully. Her bed was a pile of hay which she tried her best to keep unsoiled.   One had to wonder how much she hated the fact her ward slept like a prince and she like a pauper. He knelt down in front of her, admiring the clean shaven area between her legs. “Report,” he said as he took the large toy Nathaniel had been sucking on and slid it into her, past the pierced clit.
“Your pet has done well,” Deni said, her voice void of feeling. “He has mastered all I have to teach him about being a lady. There should be no danger of him shaming you in public.   He improves every day with his ability to pleasure a man, you were correct he is a natural and just needed shown how.”
“And how about drawing out his own pleasure,” Vance asked standing and moving behind her.
“No change,” Deni replied.
The elf’s back was covered with bruises and bite marks. Vance found a patch pale skin untouched and bent down, as he sunk his teeth into the flesh the woman screamed. “You failed me,” he said, standing up and wiping the blood away from his lips.
“He is too young,” Deni replied after she caught her breath. “A Sin’dorei loves with their mind as well as their body. I’ve told you this a hundred times! If you want him to find pleasure, make him fall in love when he’s older.”
“In this hell?” Vance laughed darkly. “No one loves here, woman. Make sure you clean that toy before my pet sucks it off. I will claim him within the week, make sure he is ready.”
“Yes, Master,” Deni said with a bow. “And what of me? Have I earned my freedom?”
Vance paused at the door, his back to her and smiled darkly to himself. “Oh yes,” he said, “you will be freed soon.” Strolling to his lab, he lifted the crystal around his neck and gazed into the glass. His pet was sleeping on the bed, naked except for the tiny silk panties. His smile grew broader as he slipped the necklace into his robe and out of sight.
“Your brother has a nice ass,” he said aloud to his silent shadow. “You slept with him for how many years and never fucked?”
“It would have been like bedding my sisters …” Foster’s voice trailed off.
Vance chuckled. “I’d fuck my sister, then slit her throat … someday that wench will get what she has coming.” Pausing outside the door to his lab he dismissed the Death Knight and with a curt salute Foster turned and took his leave. A woman’s scream echoed through the darken halls of Acherus. “Guess it she wasn’t worthy to carry my child,” Vance said with a smirk as he stepped inside.
Sitting on the corner of his desk was a woman, her auburn hair hung loose to her shoulders and she was flipping through one of his journals. He frowned as she snapped the book closed and set it down. “Greetings Deathspeaker,” she said. “I bring long awaited news; the Master has requested your presence in Naxxramas.” Vance’s breath caught, had he finally proved himself worthy in Master Kel’Thuzad’s eyes? “He has given you a very generous timeframe of a week to wrap up … any loose ends.   The Master says he wants your full attention when you arrive and you should leave any distractions behind.”
That meaning was crystal clear and he easily brought up the image of Nathaniel, lying naked in bed. “It will be as you say, Botanist Faerlina,” he said with a bow.
“I have a new name now,” she said standing, “I am called the Grand Widow and a new purpose”, suddenly out of her sleeves and collar appeared small black bugs. It took a moment to realize they were spiders, crawling all over the woman.   Vance took a step back alarmed. “Fear not, brother,” she said. “They only harm those I tell them too, wait until you meet my Maexxna, she is quite the prize.”
Vance nodded but still took a step back as she glided past him and out the door. After a quick check to make sure none of her ‘pets’ had fallen into his study he shut and locked the door and brought out the larger viewing crystal sitting in the desk. He was surprised to find Nathaniel kneeling naked before him; his pet should still be sleeping. The fair cheeks were stained with tears and Vance realized the elf was trying to pleasure himself without success. “A Sin’dorei must love …” the unwelcomed words came back.
“Well we have little time for that now,” Vance said allowed as he ran a finger down the nude body on the screen. “Time to play … too bad for you, my pet, I play with my toys so roughly.”
The rest of his afternoon was a blur, the experiments worked well enough, though the gnome lived longer than he should have. As he left his lab, he had to keep himself from smiling like a maniac as he made his way to room which held his pet. Dinner had just finished, which meant Nathaniel would be sitting and working on needlework. Now there is one skill he wouldn’t need for the remainder of his short life. He knocked on the door and a moment later the woman opened it, a look of shock crossed her face and then she bowed deeply. “Master,” she said as she took a step back.
It had been over a month since Nathaniel had seen him and the look of surprise and horror was a delicious sight. The elf quickly stood and curtsied, keeping his head tilted down. “Master,” he said softly.
The aroma of lavender filled the room and Vance smiled, the viewing crystal could show him his pet but not the scent and his body reacted to it. “Come here, my pet,” he said. Nathaniel moved closer, his golden hair shimmered in the light cast from the fire. “Beautiful,” Vance whispered as he ran his fingers down the elf’s fair cheek and neck. His pet was shivering, fear reflected in the brilliant blue eyes. “Kiss me,” Vance ordered huskily.
The lips that touched his were uncertain and trembled but to his delight they parted and the warmth of the elf’s tongue slid into his mouth. The woman had been teaching him well, he wrapped a hand into the silken locks and deepened the kiss, plunging him tongue into the welcoming mouth. The woman whispered something in the words of her people and Nathaniel’s body relaxed, though didn’t lose its aura of fear. Moving his free hand lower he cupped the elf’s ass and pressed him against his hardness. Breaking the kiss he whispered into one of the long slender ears, “soon that will be inside you, my slut; I have been waiting so long to fuck you … decades.” The elf in his arms trembled.
His lips move lower kissing the tender flesh under the ear and nestled into the softness between the neck and shoulder. There he started to suckle, gently at first then harder until Nathaniel made a tiny noise in protest. Vance smirked and bit down and the elf howled but to his credit did not pull away. Only after he could taste blood did he pull back and gently lick the area which was already bruising. “Just a love bite,” he said softly. “First of many ...” he took a step back and glanced over at the woman who had been watching silently. “My timeline has been moved up,” he said, “I will be back tomorrow to claim my pet.” He gestured at the needlework, “less of that and more on the pleasuring aspect.” Nathaniel looked stricken and afraid; his eyes darting between himself and the other elf. “Learn these last lessons well, my pet. Your death depends on it.” He let out a dark laugh and kissed the fair cheek of Nathaniel before making his exit. As he turned to leave he watched his pet reach up and touch the bruise on his neck, before crumbling to the floor.
On his way back to his room, he stopped at the Hall of Command; the Highlord watched him approach and gave a curt nod. “Deathspeaker,” he said, “what bring you here this evening?”
“As you know I’ve been assigned a personal guard from your ranks …”
“Knight Foster,” Highlord Darion interrupted, “handpicked by the Master himself, his talent is wasted as your lapdog.”
“Be as that may,” Vance said tersely, “he is mine to do as I wish, and I have an order for you to follow through on.” The Highlord fell silent and Vance continued. “I want Foster confined to quarters until further notice.”
“Has he not performed his duties?” the Highlord asked.
“He has been adequate …”
“You do know what will happen …”
“I’m counting on it, actually. If your death knights do not regularly inflict agony upon another creature they begin to suffer and could be driven into a mindless, blood-seeking hysteria.” Vance said darkly. “He is to have no visitors.”
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