Moonsong - Resubmitted

Thank you to my first reviewers, Fawnheart and AntiDolorifico, for your wonderful comments. I'm glad you enjoy the tale of my ill-fated little rogue. Sasari is actually a character I played about two years ago, and this all began as a brainstorm for her background, and a bit of writing exercise. Since I'm out of practice again, I thought I'd continue it.

But, as they say, on with the show.


Drip. Drip. Drip.

Sasari groaned, catching her breath in a painful gasp as she jolted awake with a clattering of chains.

Drip. Drip.

She glanced around wildly, in an utter panic as realization rang out clearly in her muddled head. It hadn't just been a nightmare. She scooted frantically on bound hands and knees to the far corner of the tipsy shack, as far from the door as she could get, burying her head in her arms.

Dripdrip. Drip. Drip. Drip.

With a feral growl of annoyance, she cast her luminous gaze around her dank shelter, noting several leaks in the rough thatch ceiling. Inhaling deeply, a particularly agonizing task with her tormented ribs, she caught the sent of rain in the forest air. Her mother was right, as usual. She had predicted the rain early the last evening, commenting that they'd best move the mission forward rather than leave their tracks in the mud for the Orcs to follow.

Sasari screwed her eyes shut as a rush of images flooded her mind. Blood glowing in the soft moonlight. Naked steel. An inferior dagger lying discarded in the dirt. She pressed her forehead against her knees, bringing her hands – chain and all - up over her neck as she curled tightly into a ball, letting her tears overwhelm her.

Drip. Dripdri- BANG.

Jumping in fright, Sasari ruefully cursed under her breath as her ribs protested, and the heavy chain at her wrists chafed the burn at the nape of her neck. She closed her eyes tightly against the sudden flood of ruddy light, quickly wiping away her tears as she blinked repeatedly to clear her vision. She suddenly wished she hadn't.

There stood the unmistakable silhouette of her original captor framed in the diminutive doorway. She cringed as he bowed his head to enter her pitiful abode, letting her hands fall limply in her lap. She bowed her head, not wanting to look upon the Orc that had carried her so pitifully from her mother, and was rewarded with a meaty hand knotted swiftly in her long midnight blue hair, pulling her sharply to her feet.

Crying out in protest and agony, she instinctively lifted her hands to claw at his face, but was met only with laughter as he easily tipped his face back out of reach. He lifted her even higher, off the balls of her feet, and she gasped as every muscle in her neck stretched and tensed, sending waves of fiery agony down her spine. She focused on keeping her breathing under control as he unashamedly took careful account of her appearance, leering at every toned curve.

Finally, he released his grip on her hair and let her fall gasping to her knees, her hands flying to the iron band at her throat in a futile effort to ease the pain. She bowed her head once again, refusing to meet his lecherous gaze, and flinched as she felt one meaty green finger slip under her chin. Trembling, she didn't resist as he pulled her face upwards. The Orc chuckled hoarsely, his rubbery lips stretching over his curved tusks in what she supposed would be a triumphant grin for his barbaric kind. He surprised her as he gently brushed his thumb over her lips and chin, wrinkling his nose as his breathing became more rapid and uneven.

Sasari swallowed harshly, repulsed and afraid of the look in his piggy brown eyes. Kneeling and helplessly bound as she was, she knew she was at his mercy. Suddenly, his hand dropped from her chin and he was fumbling at the laces to her sleeveless leather vest. Fighting back the wail bubbling up in her throat, she bit her lip bloody as he pulled the leather cord entirely free of the garment, leaving her toned belly and prominent cleavage exposed to his greedy eyes.

To her surprise, he fumbled with the clasp for the chain linking her wrists, freeing one end and quickly yanking her by the shoulder to turn her back to him. Enveloping her other wrist in his broad hand, he brought her shackles together behind her back, securely fastening the chain once again to her utter dismay. He lightly stroked her tangled hair as he stood behind her before digging his fingers into her scalp, curling his hand into a fist and pulling her to her feet once more.

Sasari felt panic fluttering wildly in her breast as his calloused hands lifted the bottom of her vest, grasping her narrow waist for a long moment before pulling her roughly against his chest, her bottom encountering a distinctly large and heated bulge as he fumbled with the clasp of her belt. Swallowing a scream, she frantically began to lash out at her tormentor, her bound fists finally finding a weakness in the burly Orc's over-sensitive and stimulated groin. He bellowed in a rage and delivered a stunning blow to the side of her head that sent her tumbling to the dirt floor, her face forced into one of the several puddles of dirty rainwater.

While she was struggling to form coherent thought, Sasari knew she had made a grave mistake. The first of his savage blows landed just under her shoulder blade, driving the air from her lungs in one breathy rush. She curled instinctively on her side, trying to protect her head from his powerful fists and feet, and being only fairly successful in doing so. Her head swam and her ears rung as he continued to vent his rage, only freeing her briefly from her stupor as she slowly realized the brutal beating had ceased. She fought to focus her vision enough to see the Orc arguing with the Troll shaman from the previous night. She saw him gesture wildly at herself and his affronted manhood, curling his fists in anger as he spoke rapidly in Orcish.

By the scathing tone the shaman used, and the abashed expression the Orc quickly adopted, she assumed he'd been somehow in the wrong. She saw the shaman point at her, and then back out the door. Suddenly, she understood. She wasn't to belong to this brute. No. She was Kern's. If it wasn't for her overwhelming sense of panic, she might have laughed as the shaman brought his fist down on the top of her would-be rapist's head, gesturing wildly and exiting in a flurry of Orcish admonitions.

Her tormentor turned his smoldering gaze back to her, his lip curling as he noticed her interest in the scene that had just occurred. Sasari bit her lip as he swiftly crossed the space between them and bent in front of her, running a finger through the fresh blood smeared across her cheek and lips from a blow that had driven her nose into the ground. To her horror, she watched as he examined the blood, a bright crimson in contrast to his sickly green pallor, before slipping his finger past his tusks and through his rubbery lips into his mouth, savoring the taste of her suffering.

Leering viciously, her blood staining his yellowed teeth, he closed a fist around her delicate ear and slowly began to tug upwards, eventually pulling the stunned Elf to her feet and guiding her in front of him. She knew she'd made an enemy this day. If he hadn't been determined to see her suffer before, he most certainly was now. She'd wounded his pride more than she has his body.

Grimacing as she stumbled out into the sunlight on shaking, bruised, and bloody limbs, Sasari lifted her head high, believing it was what her mother would want of her. She could only imagine the absurd picture she presented; a slender figure among the burly brutes, her hair a tangled mess matted with her own blood, shackled and chained, being lead by the ear and half-naked to the Horde commander that now saw fit to make her his personal pet.

Whew. Well, that's it for now. Believe me, things will get far more interesting before long, but I do hope you've all enjoyed this latest bit as much as the first. Reviews are greatly appreciated!