Toy | By : Demmu Category: +S through Z > World of Warcraft Views: 11893 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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Demmu awoke gradually and without stirring, still half-dreaming. Was it still night? The smell of dust and sulfur – par for the course on Hellfire Peninsula, but the howl of the relentless hot wind seemed muted. She was inside, then? Her body ached something fierce. The fuzzy memories became more vivid in her mind’s eye – stumbling onto the ravagers’ egg clutch, the swarm of them pouring out of every crevice and surrounding her all too quickly, claws skittering furiously on the rocks, the terrible shrieking drowning out all other sounds, fighting, fighting, and then… what?
Demmu tried to push herself to a sitting position and found her wrists were bound tightly together by some sort of rough fabric. Trying to kick out a hoof, it seemed her ankles were similarly tied. A large blindfold kept out the light. Something moved, alarmingly close to where she lay. A dull clink, like a tankard being set down. Swallowing with a parched throat, she asked hoarsely, “Where am I?” No answer. She tried again, using the common tongue shared by the alliance races. “What happened?” “Draenei safe for now. No ravager.” The voice was too deep and heavily accented, and Demmu thought the last two words were said with a smirk. A chill of trepidation ran down Demmu’s body and she noticed for the first time that her armor and underclothes were missing. Her ears burned with fury and humiliation. She tried again to sit up, with minimal success. The sound of movement again, as her host stood up and slowly approached. Demmu was shocked at the fall of heavy hooves as he approached. One of her own race? Before she had time to react, the stranger had gripped one of her horns in one hand and forced her head to the side with it, the other hand roughly pulling off the blindfold. Demmu squinted in the sudden glare of a fire-lit cave before recoiling at the sight of her host, her heart sinking at the realization that she was not in friendly company after all. One of the massive beasts they called Tauren was crouched in front of the sleeping mat where she had been lying. His mat? Had he saved her from the ravagers? Had he tied her up as a precaution? The Tauren was holding out a flask of water to her lips. Gratefully, she leaned forward and clumsily gulped as much as she could. The tepid water calmed her nerves a little and she was suddenly aware of her throbbing limbs. Managing a shaky smile, she addressed him again in Common. “Did you help me? Thank you.” He didn’t reply, only watching her with an unreadable expression. Swallowing, Demmu tried again. “I won’t be trouble. So could you please untie me? And give me back my clothes?” Though she fought to appear calm, she was sure her expression begged him. Her host’s dark brown eyes continued to study her and he spoke again in an all too nonchalant tone, sounding almost curious. “Draenei good family? Much gold?” He wanted gold? Damn. Demmu thought of her nearly empty pack, probably torn to pieces by ravagers by now. Of course there had to be a catch. She shook her head and her eyes fell. “No.” The Tauren stood to his full height, impressive even with his naturally hunched posture. She noticed for the first time his leather cuirass and an herb pouch slung over one shoulder. A druid? Perhaps he wasn’t here with a war party, then. Many merchants had made their way into Outland since the war had started. She decided to gamble on kindness. “I don’t have gold, but I will find some other way to repay you! Thank you for saving me. Please let me go back to Honor Hold.” “No go back to Honor Hold. Honor Hold come here, kill Shu’halo.” She could feel herself beginning to panic. “I won’t tell anyone about you. I just want to go home. Please.” The Tauren had tossed his herb pouch onto the floor and was loosening his cuirass, seemingly bored of the conversation already. “Draenei stay here.” It was a statement, not a suggestion. The cuirass fell to the ground as well and he was now loosening the strings of his leggings. Demmu drew her knees to her chest, painfully aware of her lack of clothing now. She struggled against the bonds, terror widening her eyes when her host stepped back toward her. Her back pressed against the rough cave wall. “Please! Let me live!” The Tauren chuckled, a gruff and startling sound. “No kill. No gold. Draenei make good toy.” She felt sick and let out an involuntary sob when he pulled out his half-erect member and held it in front of her face. She shut her eyes tight and tried to turn her head away, but he gripped her horn again and pulled her face closer. “Take.” She hesitated. A swift kick of his hoof to the bare skin of her thigh, hard enough to leave a nasty bruise, caused her to cry out in pain. The tears welled up now and in surrender Demmu opened her mouth. The pulsing tip of his member brushed against her lips and she struggled to take in more than a few inches of the beastly thing, loathing the taste. Both his hands held her horns now and he grunted something under his breath as he started to force her head back and forth on his cock, the head reaching her throat almost immediately. Demmu started to gag and tried to scream but could do nothing as the girth of the bull’s huge member threatened to damage her throat from the inside. She couldn’t stand this for one second. She desperately wanted it to end and the tears flowed freely. It was a welcome relief when the bull drew his still fully erect cock out of her throat and mouth in one swift movement. Demmu didn’t quite close her aching jaws but hung her head, praying he was somehow done with her. But now he was grabbing her bound wrists and pulling her off balance so she fell forward onto her stomach. His rough hands gripped her hips and pulled them into the air as easily as if she were a doll, or---a toy. Demmu didn’t have time to prepare before the still-wet head, burning with bloodflow, was pressing against her and then pushed in violently. She did scream then, screams giving way to broken wails as he continued to thrust in a seemingly endless assault on her young body. The walls of the cave seemed to waver and she didn’t know if it was the firelight or her mind. The sound of his grunts above her and the froth dripping onto her bound arms seemed to fade into the distance, and she repeated a silent, desperate prayer to the Naaru until the words lost their individual meaning and became a chant, a rhythm for her failing mind to hold onto, until he gave one more thrust too deep inside her and held it there, spilling his seed. Demmu gave a strangled moan when he finally pulled out of her, her body shivering uncontrollably. Heaving from the exertion, her captor patted her trembling back with one heavy hand. “Good. Not kill.” Demmu closed her eyes in denial as he lay down beside her, trapping her slim body between the wall and his, and pulled a hide blanket over them both.While AFF and its agents attempt to remove all illegal works from the site as quickly and thoroughly as possible, there is always the possibility that some submissions may be overlooked or dismissed in error. 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