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Buying Freedom	By : RotSeele Category: +S through Z > World of Warcraft Views: 5973 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Part 1

Seraina stepped carefully through the muck that covered her hooves, doing her best not to disturb the water and alert the creatures of Dustwallow Marsh to her presence. The Tauren huntress had traveled from Mulgore straight to Dustwallow Marsh in order to find herself a more suitable companion instead of the tallstrider that she had been given upon first choosing her class when she had come of age. True, there were probably better companions to be found elsewhere and in a less dangerous place than the Marsh, but Seraina wanted to prove to others that she was just as brave and as strong as they were. Sure, maybe she couldn’t yet hit the broad side of a barn with her bow and arrow, and sure, maybe she wasn’t as quiet as some of the more experienced Tauren hunters, but so far, she had managed not to get herself killed by the wildlife or anything else, for that matter.

She slogged her way through the small stream that separated two mounds of dry land, then carefully stepped onto the bank, hauling herself up the side of the hill and onto the rise. Seraina paused, raising her hand to shield her eyes from the murky sun that beat down on her. She surveyed the land before her, but saw nothing amiss. Just the same dark, spindly, moss-covered trees and the same dark, spongy ground that sucked at her hooves. Maybe there was some movement in the tall brown grass over there, but it was nothing to be alarmed about, right?

Seraina was just out of her apprenticeship as a hunter. By rights, she shouldn’t even be in Dustwallow Marsh, but there were better companions here. Stronger companions. Besides, having a tallstrider or a cat or a wolf was just so common. There were raptors here, and crocolisks, and maybe something else just as interesting. All she had to do was find one, tame it, and then it would fight with her, for her, and she could take her new companion out of this scary place, and somewhere just a little bit safer. That thought cheered her up and gave her a little more courage to venture deeper into Dustwallow Marsh, her ears pricked up and forward, listening to every little sound.

By the time the sun started to finally sink below the horizon of surrounding mountains and the tree tops, Seraina believed she had traversed almost every inch of Dustwallow Marsh and hadn’t yet come across a creature that satisfied her. Oh, she had seen plenty. The raptors were colorful and beautiful and vicious. The crocolisks were fierce and very frightening. But they just didn’t resonate with her. Seraina considered just giving up and heading back to the Barrens or even to Mulgore and just retrieving the pet she’d left behind there, but doing that would be to admit defeat, and she wasn’t about to do that. It would just make the older hunters believe she wasn’t ready to be on her own, and that she needed to be watched all the time. Seraina huffed and stamped a hoof into the mucky earth, cracking a fallen twig beneath her cloven foot. She was tired of being treated like a child who didn’t know anything. She knew how to take care of herself. After all, she’d been wandering Dustwallow Marsh for hours and had managed to survive being eaten twice and had made an ogre decide that she wasn’t worth the time it would take to kill her.

“Okay, so I didn’t actually hit him with an arrow,” Seraina told the denizens of the marsh, “but at least I showed him I meant business!”

The marsh remained silent, except for the chirping of insects and the distant calls of other wildlife. The young Tauren huntress let out a deep sigh and started to look for a relatively dry place to make her camp for the night. It looked like, once more, she was going to spend another night in the marsh, eating cold food and barely sleeping for fear that something might actually surge out of the darkness and eat her. Seraina glanced around her, her ears twitching. She scented something different on the wind this time, something that made every nerve in her body tense and tremble. She didn’t recognize the scent, but it was almost familiar. Curiosity winning over common sense, Seraina shifted her position to downwind of the scent, then doubled back and crouched in a clump of bushes.

A dark furred Tauren warrior stepped into view, his eyes downcast as he sought something on the detritus-covered floor. Seraina’s eyes widened in shock. A Grimtotem! She fought to keep from moving even an inch. She knew the story behind the Grimtotem tribe of Tauren - who didn’t - and knew that she was better off remaining as still as possible rather than trying to make a run for it. First of all, the bull Tauren was a warrior, which meant he could close the distance between them faster than what was fair, and he was much stronger than she. As long as he kept focused on whatever it was he was looking for, she had a good chance of escaping notice. As soon as he turned his back, Seraina began to creep backwards, one slow step at a time, carefully placing her feet to keep from cracking branches or making the muck make its schlurping sound when it sucked at her hooves. When she was far enough away from him, Seraina turned to flee.

She never saw the huge fist coming straight for her face. She only felt it connect.

She hit the ground with a bone-jarring thud and gasped as tears stung her eyes. Her vision swam with the pain that threatened to overwhelm her, but somehow she managed to push the feeling of terror down long enough to spin around, raise her bow, and launch an arrow at her attacker.

She missed.

The ring of Grimtotem Tauren surrounding her laughed, their voices a menacing chorus.

Seraina stared up at the lead Tauren, a massive bull with black fur covering his arms, chest, and face. Dark, glittering eyes leered at her from under a strong brow. His lips were pulled back in a grin that made her shudder. They were all bulls, Seraina finally noticed, save for two in the back. The female Grimtotem held only contemptuous gazes for her, then put their heads together and whispered something to each other. Without a word, the two females departed, leaving Seraina stuck in a ring of Grimtotem bulls.

She struggled to her hooves, but she was too slow. One of the bulls from her left reached out and plucked her bow from her hands as easily as he might pick up a twig from the ground. A second grabbed her by her left bicep and hauled her upright painfully. She cried out, unable to stop the sound. She felt another three-fingered hand dig into her mane and pull her head back with more force than necessary. Tears sprung into her eyes as the same bull yanked her arm up behind her shoulder-blades, effectively immobilizing her. The lead bull stepped forward then, his steps smooth and heavy, and he grabbed her chin, lifting her head up so she was forced to stare right into his eyes. He said nothing, not even when he hooked his thumb into the corner of her mouth and forced her jaws to part. He inspected her mouth, turning her head left and right as he studied her teeth. Then he released her mouth and grasped her breasts through her shirt, squeezing them as if he were testing melons for the ripeness.

“No!” Seraina screamed, trying to kick out at him. That only caused her to become off-balance, making the bull holding her up all that was between her and the ground.

“Shut up.” the bull’s backhand was vicious, cracking across her face with enough force to snap her head to the side and make her ears ring. “She’s pretty feisty, for a Mulgore bitch.”

The group laughed in response to their leader’s comment. Seraina turned her head to glare at him, spitting blood to the ground. Off balance as she was, she couldn’t launch an attack, even against the bull holding her. But she still had her voice. “Let me go.” she said, almost growling the words. “Let me go. Right now.”

The leader regarded her with contempt. Then he smiled. “Do you hear that, boys? She wants us to let her go.”

They laughed, a cold and cruel sound that made her shiver. The leader looked to the bull holding her upright and nodded.

He let her go.

Seraina gasped as she fell toward the ground, hitting the spongy earth on her back. She didn’t get a chance to try and regain her feet; the lead Grimtotem was suddenly crouching, grabbing her ankle and dragging her toward him. Seraina screamed and kicked out at him, missed, and scrabbled her fingers in the earth, picking up a giant clod. She threw it at his face and this time it connected with his eyes. He let out a terrible bellow and jerked back, releasing her. Using the moment of shock, Seraina rolled onto her stomach and struggled to gain her feet. She gained momentum and got herself upright, then bolted for the thinnest part of the ring of Grimtotem males.

One of the younger males stuck out his arm and clotheslined her.

She flipped backwards and landed hard, driving the breath from her. Fingers grasped her clothes, her mane, tearing and dragging before depositing her back in the center of the circle. She struggled, punching and kicking and biting, but it was all for nothing. The leader recovered from her attack and punched her hard in the face, snapping her head backwards. She fell to the ground, stunned and scared and bloody.

“Hold her.” the leader commanded, his voice filled with anger.

Hands grabbed her wrists. Seraina cried and struggled against the Grimtotem pulling her arms above her head, but he was stronger than she, and he pinned her down easily. She watched through tear-filled eyes as the leader’s hands went to his belt, unclasping it and opening it, before his fingers opened his pants. He pushed them down far enough to reveal a thick cock hanging flaccid between his legs. Seraina’s eyes widened and fear flashed through her. She screamed wordlessly and thrashed, kicking out with heavy flashing hooves to prevent anyone - especially him - from getting close to her.

“I said hold her!”

The young male that had clotheslined her approached. “Druoth, are you sure we should do this here?”

In response, Druoth, the leader, backhanded the youth with enough force to send him to the ground. “I am the leader here. The bitch needs to be taught a lesson.” His hand wrapped around his own length, and he stared down at her as he stroked his cock into rising.

The youth picked himself up off the ground and nodded. He stared down at Seraina like it was her fault he’d gotten hit. Then he grabbed one of her flailing legs and pinned it to the ground. Someone else grabbed her other leg and pinned it as well.

Seraina screamed and cried and struggled futilely, arching her body this way and that to try and dislodge the bulls that were restricting her movement and to keep Druoth from an easy conquest. It won’t work, said a babbling, terrified voice in the back of her mind, it won’t work. He’s too strong. They’re too strong. No! No! No! No! “Get away from me!” Seraina screamed.

Druoth stood proud and erect now, his lips pulled back from his teeth in a pleased grin. Her struggles made him excited. The thought of forcing himself on her made him happy. Seraina caught glimpses of the other males in the ring as she continued to thrash and realized that their hands were down their pants stroking themselves in anticipation, and some were openly jerking themselves off, their cocks dripping with pearlescent fluid as their eyes were locked on her.

She continued to thrash, for all the good it did her. She couldn’t get more than a few inches off the ground any way she rolled her body, and her arms and legs weren’t finding any give in the grips of her captors. Then Druoth’s hand closed on the material of her shirt and he yanked. Cloth ripped. Her breasts fell free from the confines of her clothes and were immediately grabbed by the bull Grimtotem pinning her arms with his knees. Druoth didn’t stop him. Instead, he seemed to encourage the movement, because he completely ignored the hands on her. Seraina cried as those hands squeezed her breasts, pinching her nipples hard enough to make her scream in true pain. Those thick fingers rolled her nipples between them, left and right, up and down, squeezing the flesh of her breasts hard enough to leave visible marks when released. A male from the edge of the ring stepped forward, his cock hard and erect and dripping, his hand moving furiously up and down the shaft. He didn’t do more than stand over her and stroke himself, but it was clear he wanted to do more than just that. Ironically enough, it was Druoth who was preventing that male from doing more than grunting as he stared down at Seraina’s breasts, and preventing him from doing more than releasing ribbon after ribbon of white semen onto her breasts and his comrade’s hands. And those hands kneaded that come across her breasts and nipples, making them sticky and shiny. Her nipples stood erect, pinched into tiny nubs by those fingers that smeared semen across her fur.

Tears streamed from Seraina’s eyes as a second male came forward and came across her face.

Then it got worse.

Druoth’s fingers hooked in the waistband of Seraina’s pants and yanked. Seams ripped from his brute strength as he yanked her pants down and then completely off. She managed to free her leg from the youth and kicked at Druoth’s face, screaming. She should’ve connected. She should have been able to kick his head clear off his shoulders. She would have. But he was too fast. His hand caught her ankle and he used her momentum to aid his brute strength as he forced her to roll. Now she was on her stomach, one leg held in Druoth’s hand while someone else held the other. She felt Druoth’s cock against the crack of her ass, hot and heavy and hard and wet. He was laughing as he began to move, rubbing the shaft against her flesh, teasing her with her inevitable future.

She begged. Pleaded. Screamed. Threatened. Cried. She did everything to fight.

Then the head of his cock pressed against her labia, rubbing against her like he was actually trying to excite her. She clenched, clawing at the earth to pull herself away. Druoth’s other hand gripped her hip bruisingly, his fingers digging into her flesh hard enough to grind the bones of her hips together. There was no preamble. He shoved himself inside her, past her clenched muscles. Then he withdrew until only the head of his cock was inside her and shoved in again, deep enough that she could feel Druoth’s hips against her backside. Pain flooded her senses and she couldn’t scream loud enough. She squeezed her eyes tightly closed, her entire body tensing as tight as a drawn bowstring. Each thrust was agony, and he showed no signs of stopping.

He pulled out only once, his laughter cold and cruel. “Look. A virgin.”

“Not anymore,” crowed a bull from somewhere to her left.

Druoth’s black laughter filled her ears and his thrusts came harder. He buried himself deep inside her, so deep that she was sure he was bruising things that couldn’t be bruised. Then he grabbed her mane and yanked her head up, making her back bow. He continued the violent movement, pulling his blood-covered cock all the way out before thrusting back in. He let go of her hip to wrap that arm around her neck, yanking her back against him. His other hand then gripped her leg and pulled it to the side. Seraina dimly realized that the position he now held her in allowed the ring of Grimtotem to watch his cock slide in and out of her, allowed them to see her bloodied hole, allowed them to better see her torture.

Hot stickiness splashed against her stomach, her chest, and her face. Druoth wouldn’t allow them to use her as he was, but he was allowing them to come on her. Seraina cried silently, or somewhat silently, because she couldn’t scream anymore. Druoth continued to thrust into her, grunting into her ear as he gasped for breath. Then her tears came harder and hotter than they ever had before as she felt his cock pulse inside her. He thrust deep inside her, too deep, and her insides stung as his seed filled her. When he finished, he released her, allowing her to fall to the ground on her hands and knees. His cock slid out of her and hung limply between his legs as he got to his feet. He tucked himself back into his pants and grunted.

“If you want those cocks satisfied, it’s ten gold apiece. Otherwise, anyone who touches her will answer to me. ” Druoth said, his words broken only by gasps for air.

Seraina pressed her face into the crook of her arm and cried as she heard coins hastily clinking together. Thankfully, by the time the third cock slid inside of her, Seraina lost consciousness, unable to cope with the abuse being visited upon her any longer.
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