Moonsong - Resubmitted

Sasari took careful note of the layout of the Orcish camp as her captor led her from the hut, tugging fiercely on her ear as he did so. She began to regret baiting the beast, but reminded herself that it was better to give him cause to hate her than to allow him to use her in such a way. She couldn't help but snicker quietly under her breath at the memory of the troll knocking him over the head, an action not unnoticed by the orc. He clamped his fingers around her ear in a punishing grip, giving her head a little jerk until she gasped in pain.

Though emboldened by what she saw as her own minor victory, Sasari could not shake the feeling of unease that had settled itself deep in her belly. What could Kern want from her? Her heart fluttered in panic as she saw him rise to his feet a short distance away, where he had been sitting amongst a group of other scouts near one of the rough wooden walls at the gate on the Ashenvale-Barrens border.

She became incredibly concious of her exposed cleavage and belly, but could do nothing to hide it with her chains binding her arms behind her back. If anything, the posture only served to make her half-dressed state more pronounced. She hadn't liked the looks she'd been receiving from the scouts scattered around the camp, and liked even less the look in the commander's red eyes.

His smug grin sickened her, and she curled her lips into a defiant snarl as she came to a halt before him. He reached out to grab her chin in a painful grip, barking a laugh and calling out in Orcish. She had no idea what it was he said, but it brought a grunting laugh from each of the scouts, who were now gathered in a rough circle around the two of them, watching with a keen interest.

Kern let go of her chin, patting her lightly on the cheek before rumbling a few more long sentences in his rough tongue. The gathered scouts leered and elbowed one another, and Sasari glanced around as a feeling akin to terror rose within her. She noticed the shaman was not among them. Before she could begin to wonder why that was, she felt Kern's calloused hand brush her vest aside as he grasped one of her full breasts.

Caught by surprise, she jumped in her captor's grasp and swore rapidly in Darnassian, trying to kick out at Kern. The commander simply laughed again as he dodged her clumsy attack, gesturing at the orc holding her to let go. When he had, she felt him fumbling with the chains binding her hands, and her eyes widened in shock as she pulled her hands free, quickly crossing her arms over her chest. Kern grinned and gestured once more. The chains binding her feet were next to be loosed.

Sasari looked about wildly, hoping for some way to escape now that she was unbound, but she could see no feasible way to break free of the ring of brutes. The commander seemed highly amused as she spun around, hoping against hope for some weak spot, and then began to wilt as she saw some of the brutes reaching for her. One of them grabbed her vest at the back of her neck and yanked so hard on the soft leather that he nearly toppled her backwards as it came off, leaving her torso bare.

Now in a panic, Sasari hugged her arms tightly about her chest as she crouched in the centre of the ring, her ragged hair hanging over her face. She felt meaty hands close themselves around her arms and pull, bringing her fully upright with her arms stretched out to either side. She felt a hand stroking her hair, and another tugging her belt free. She closed her eyes and tilted her head to the sky as yet another pair of hands pulled her leggings down over her rounded hips, tangling her feet.

Her breathing was so rapid she wondered if she might faint, squeezing her eyes shut and praying for unconsciousness. She began to speak softly under her breath, a litany half-prayer, half self-deprecation. She begged forgiveness for not being able to save her mother, and prayed fervently for release. Death might be a blessing.

She gasped as a strong hand knotted itself in her hair, pulling her head forward until she was face to face with Kern. She noted with sick dread that he had removed his ragged tunic and loosened his belt. She could see his sickly green shaft, engorged with desire, jutting out of the opening of his pants. She closed her eyes against the sight, tears at last arriving with a sting as she felt the commander's hands roughly grasping her breasts.

Kern leered with delight at the stunning sight before him, the young elf in prime condition, her body youthful but curved, toned but soft. He gave her breasts a good squeeze, drawing forth a whimper of pain, and then ran his hands down her waist to her rounded hips. He took a step closer, breathing raggedly as he reached behind to grab her full bottom, pulling her roughly against his hips. The circle of orcs were quiet in anticipation, some of them reaching out to tentatively touch Sasari as she was held before them. They noted her tears with grim satisfaction, particularly pleasing to her embarrassed captor.

Kern huskily barked an order to the orcs holding her. They let go of her arms and Sasari opened her eyes once more, standing on shaking legs. The commander grinned, covering her slim shoulders with his broad hands as he began to push her down. The last thing she saw before she closed her eyes and fell to the dirt was the shaman perching on the guard tower nearby, watching grimly.

Kern pushed with a punishing force on her shoulders as he shifted to kneel between her legs. The orcs who had been holding her arms had quickly reached out to take hold of her manacled ankles. Sasari cried out and tried to claw at Kern as he moved his hands to her hips, but was quickly thwarted as more brutes stepped forward to hold her arms well over her head. She tried furiously to kick and squirm her way free, shouting in Darnassian, but Kern's grip on her hips kept her on the ground.

He leaned forward to sneer at her, his face inches from hers. She opened her eyes with hesitation, then glared furiously at the brute and spat in his face. He roared in anger, clouting her face with a giant fist which left her ears ringing and her vision swimming. She felt her body being tumbled about, and shook her daze a few moments later to realize she had been rolled over onto her stomach, her face pressed into the dirt.

The grip on her wrists was strong as ever, keeping her torso flat against the ground, but the orcs holding her ankles had released them, and now Kern knelt behind her with his meaty paws holding her hips aloft. Before she could kick out or try to free herself, he entered her fully with one savage thrust, drawing a howling shriek of agony from the young elf as he broke through her barrier.

She sobbed into the dirt, her body slack and shaking with the throbbing pain within and without, she offered no resistance as Kern repeatedly thrust into her tight opening, grunting with every violent push. At some point he let go of her hips with one hand and reached out to pull sharply on her ear, lifting her face from the dirt. She reacted only with a quiet gasp of pain, squeezing her eyes tightly and bearing her teeth in a grimace.

She opened her eyes for a moment, dully noting that several of the other orcs had opened their leggings and seemed to be fondling themselves as they watched her torment. Just when them muscles in her neck seemed to be stretched to the breaking point, Kern jolted her with a particularly violent thrust and let her ear go as he shuddered with a throaty moan, spilling his hot seed into her body. She cringed in revulsion at the sensation, gasping as he flopped forward to lay a moment on her back without disengaging himself.

His breathing was harsh and ragged in her ear, and she nearly gagged as he opened his mouth with a rush of foul breath to wetly lick her ear all the way to it's pointed end. He grunted a laugh and butted her shoulder with his tusks, making a breathless comment to the others who seemed more entertained with their own distractions, before rising to his knees and pulling himself free of her.

Sasari curled on her side, hugging her knees to her abused body as fresh tears made trails through the dirt and mud on her face. Her thighs felt hot and slick, and when she gathered the courage to look she found them to be streaked with blood. The orcs had wandered away to various fires and posts, even Kern had left her to lay in the dirt, though she knew they were wary enough to know if she tried to escape. A few moments later she felt a thin hand shake her shoulder and looked up into the painted face of the shaman.

He gestured at her to get to her feet, scowling all the while. When she was slow to respond he tugged gently at her upper arm. Once she was upright she felt the sickening sensation of Kern's essence slipping out of her body and down her thighs to mix with her blood and could contain her revulsion no more. She quickly turned away and vomited into the dirt, gasping raggedly as she retched on her knees. The shaman stood and waited patiently, helping her to her feet once more. He picked up her chains and discarded clothing and led her surprisingly gently by the arm back to the hut she had spent the previous night in.

He closed the shabby little door behind them and let her go. She stumbled forward to sink to the ground in the curve of the wall, curling up on her side in a fit of weeping. She knew the troll was still there, but she hardly cared. After a few long minutes she heard him leave, then a few minutes more and the door opened once again. She glanced up past the pile of her clothing and saw him shutting the door once more, awkwardly this time as he juggled a large wooden bowl and an armful of rags.

Sasari pushed herself into a sitting position, her back against the wall as she hugged her knees to her chest, watching the shaman curiously. He moved slowly towards her, holding his free hand up in a gesture she didn't quite understand. He either meant to order her to stay, or to show her he meant no harm. She buried her head in her arms with her forehead against her knees and decided she didn't care.

The troll knelt and placed the bowl on the dirt floor, a small amount of liquid sloshing out as he did so. He frowned and placed the pile of rags next to the bowl and sat crouching for a moment to examine the girl before him. Moving forward he placed his hand lightly on her shoulder.

Sasari flinched as his touch, looking up as he removed his hand and made the gesture once more. She frowned at him in confusion and sat up straight, crossing her arms over her breasts. The troll held up a finger as he used the other hand to swirl one of the almost-clean rags in the bowl, which exuded an herbal scent. He held out his hand and waited, not trying to touch her.

Sasari considered him a moment before reaching out a shaky hand, weighted down by the band of iron at her wrist. The troll clasped it in his own hand, and brought the rag to the underside of her arm. It was warm and soft, a surprisingly pleasant sensation and Sasari realized that he was offering her a chance to bathe. To her chagrin she realized she wanted nothing more at that moment.

She reached for the rag to try to take it from him, but the troll pulled back and shook his head, crooning quietly in a language she assumed was his own. He scooted the bowl forward and then crouched closer, nodding at her. He gently washed her face and shoulders, wiping away the dirt and tear stains, repeatedly swirling the rag in the bowl of herbal water and exchanging it for a new one when it became too filthy.

He worked his way down her torso, quelling a moment of protest as he washed her breasts clean of Kern's touch. Logically the troll's touch was as much a violation as the orcs', but Sasari tolerated his ministrations as she was longing for something soothing. He gestured for her to stand, and helped her to her feet as he lifted her hair over her shoulder and began to wash her back. She closed her eyes and braced herself against the wall, appreciating his gentle touch.

She shifted uneasily as he moved to her hips and bottom, then down her legs, but frequent glances showed her that he seemed to draw no pleasure from touching her. He hesitated as he finished wiping the top of her feet, then reached for a new rag. He looked up to her in a stern admonition, and held up a finger in what she assumed was a gesture ordering her to remain still.

She realized why as he brought the cloth gently between her legs and yelped as the herbs in the water stung her abused flesh. He held it there for a long minute, lightly patting her foot with a flood of words in his native language as he knelt behind her. She caught her breath in a hiss as he removed the bloodstained cloth and traded it for a clean one, repeating the procedure as he cleaned the blood from her thighs and removed the traces of Kern's pleasure.

He nodded at her once more as he finished and picked up the bowl full of befouled water and the pile of filthy rags. He paused as he rose to his feet, but turned to leave without a word. Sasari clothed herself once more, numbly, in a state of confusion. As she lay herself down on the floor she thought of nothing, allowing her exhaustion to claim her rather than dwelling on the events that had befallen her.

Looong update, since it's been so long since the last one! Sorry for the complete re-post, but I lost my old account information, and had to create another. All the best!

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