Abducted Hope

 

Two weeks passed, though neither Saerah nor Uktengga knew exactly how long it had been. The Priest visited at whatever hour he felt the need, but at least twice every day as far as they could tell.  His visits were usually breif, but left lasting marks on the cell's occupants.

 

 

One day, Saerah awoke to a crushing grip from Uktengga, and looked up to see the black smoke already rising from his normally sea-grey eyes.  For the first time, his voice rang out during the Priest's control.

"You've lasted longer than I expected."  His voice sounded hollow, as though echoing from the other side of a long corridor.  "I think it's time to see just how much you can handle."

 

 

Saerah went white with fear, as she was divested of her clothing roughly, causing the shirt to rip nearly in two.  She was shoved roughly to the ground on all fours, and Uktengga's foot long penis entered her brutally.  He pounded into her for a few minutes while she clenched her teeth with silent tears streaming down her face.  Then, he did something wholly unexpected.  He withdrew, placed his hands on her rump, pulling it wide, and plunged himself into her anus.

 

 

Blinding pain flashed through Saerah, and she fought desperately to free herself.  She realized she was screaming only when she had to draw breath in order to continue.  Hot tears streamed down her face, and she called desperately for the only solid thing in her new, hellish world.

 

 

"Uktengga!" she screamed, begging.  The wild thrusting behind her slowed momentarily, but then began again with renewed vigor.  He released almost at once, and withdrew roughly before the smoke from his eyes dissipated.

 

 

"Be back soon, kiddies," came the voice of the departing Priest, and Saerah blanched, her limbs shaking beneath her on the frigid stone.

 

 

Uktengga reached out and placed his hand on her back, and she flinched involuntarily at the contact.  He pulled away as though burned, and retreated into his corner.

 

 

Saerah laid down and curled into a ball.  The pain was excruciating, and she could not stop the whimpers that accompanied her sobs.  Eventually, she stopped crying and just lay on the floor, stark naked, oblivious to the cold or the fact that she no longer felt Uktengga's eyes on her back.

 

 

She drifted in and out of consciousness on waves of pain for an hour before the door in the corridor squeaked and the Priest's horrid face reappeared in the window.

 

 

"Let's go, kiddies.  Time to play."

 

 

Saerah bolted to the far side of the room, terror in her eyes, as Uktengga's eyes began to smoke.  His powerful haunches gathered, and he sprang, knocking the wind from Saerah as they slammed into the wall.  Her head spun and stars sparked in her vision as he began.

 

 

Usually, the Priest took what he wanted and left.  Usually, he didn't cause Uktengga to leave bruises, or at least not many.  Usually, she was treated as nothing more than a slightly fragile object to be used and discarded.

 

 

This time, the sadistic corpse seemed to enjoy flexing Uktengga's massive muscles.  Everywhere he touched he left huge, three-fingered hand prints in his wake.  He scratched his wide, flat nails down her sides, tearing long, shallow ribbons of flesh from her body.  He bit deeply into her right shoulder, and clung there as he finally released, buried deep inside of her.  The priest relinquished his hold on Uktengga then, with his teeth and softening member still buried within Saerah's tender flesh.  Uktengga's salty tears washed over her shoulder as he carefully withdrew his teeth, trying not to slice her further with his pointed fangs.  She stood beneath him, pliable and quiescent.  He bent his knees a few more inches and slipped himself out of her, then wrapped his arms around her and wept.

 

 

After a few minutes he came to his senses and rearranged their positions, placing her into his lap in their corner.  He pressed his palms to her sides gently but firmly to staunch the bleeding, and then began to pray, singing lowly in the language of his ancestors with a voice like velveted steel.

 

 

Slowly, Saerah resurfaced.  She found herself sitting in Uktengga's lap, facing out with his hands still clamped over the wounds on her sides.  His strong, deep voice reverberated softly in a language she had never heard before.

 

 

Uktengga prayed for freedom and healing for the woman in his arms.  He concentrated only on that, and let the words flow from him, not caring if they rhymed or fit the tempo he set.  He poured his heart into song, and in so doing came to a realization.  He found his heart completely consumed by love for Saerah.  The only wish he had was for her to leave the confines of the cell they shared, and live without the pain she had endured at his hands.

 

 

Saerah could feel the passion in the song of Uktengga, and savored it like the choicest of wines.  He danced in her mind, and always she danced with him.  She never wanted to be away from him, and yet she knew that there were precious few places that would allow the deep friendship and dependence she had for him.

 

 

Saerah had been an odd young girl.  While her peers whispered and hoped upon the young men in Elwynn Forest, she had always found them lacking.  They were never enough, and she had never known why, but the raw emotion displayed shamelessly by Uktengga was stirring something latent in her heart.  She curled her fingers in the pelt on his forearms and he tensed.

 

 

"I... thought you didn't want my friendship any longer."

 

 

Saerah shook her head.  "I do, Uktengga.  I... Oh, I do."  She wasn't sure how to acquaint him with her musings, but as she turned in his lap, wincing, she came face-to-face with his large, expressive eyes.  She blinked, and found she wanted to be closer to Uktengga, though already in his lap.  She reached up slightly, took the sides of his muzzle in each hand, and pressed her lips softly to his.

 

 

He did not have the ability to purse his lips like a human, but they were soft and surprisingly supple against her own.  He responded to her soundless plea, and wrapped his arms around her, his left behind her head and his right around her hips as he moved his mouth against hers.

 

 

"Isn't that sweet," the Priest's icy words were like sleet in Saerah's veins.  "I'd like to play, if you're feeling that frisky," the all-too-familiar incantation flowed from beyond the door, and Saerah was already crying.

 

Uktengga's sharp front teeth nipped at her lips, drawing blood as she struggled in vain to break his hold.  She was still nude, and her sides were starting to bleed sluggishly through the flimsy, still-forming scabs.

 

 

His penis slid smoothly from its sheath, and he lifted her, her arms pinned to her sides, and slid inside.

 

 

Saerah's abused body protested every shift, and she felt the darkness of her last encounter encroaching, but Uktengga's earlier words, wondering if she would reject him, caused her to force herself to remain conscious.  Despite her pain and the ordeal she was undergoing, she felt the need to reassure him.

 

"I know it's him, Uktengga.  There's nothing he can do to make me hate you," there were tears in her eyes and her teeth were clenched in pain, but she saw his tears grow larger and more frequent, the only control he had while the Priest maintained his mental hold.

 

 

The Priest forced Uktengga to thrust brutally up into the woman on his lap, and Saerah saw the tell-tale tensing of the Tauren's massive frame and herd his ragged breathing.  She closed her eyes, flinching away from what she knew was coming.

 

 

All at once, everything stilled.  Saerah looked at Uktengga's face and saw him clenching his jaw in concentration, the greasy black smoke gone from his eyes.  She shifted minutely, preparing to get up, and heard a short, strained intake of breath from his nostrils.  His hands came gently to her hips, and he lifted her slowly, until he came out with a loud, squelching pop.  He lifted her quickly then, cradling her against his chest with her legs draped over one arm.  His breathing was still strained, and he quivered beneath her.

 

The Priest's cackling laughter followed him down the hall to the unseen door, punctuated by a resounding thud.

 

 

Saerah was moved by the effort she saw on the huge Tauren's face, and trying to comfort him, she began running her fingers through the longer fur and mane at the base of his hunched neck.

 

 

His voice was pleading as he managed to say, "Please stop."  She was taken aback, but complied, placing her hand in her lap as she lay, nearly prone, in his arms.

 

"I'm sorry, that was... harder than I expected," he said after a few minutes.

 

"Are you alright?" Saerah asked him.

 

Uktengga looked down at her, and at all the bruises she still bore, at the wounds on her sides, the tiny cuts over her lips, and the deep puncture marks on her shoulder.

 

"I won't be carrying scars, Saerah.  I'll be fine.  I told you before, I am not a slave to lust.  It will soon pass."

 

 

Saerah fought the urge to look down and behind herself, to where his impressive penis stood, still erect and slightly slick.

 

 

She contented herself with leaning her cheek on his massive shoulder, breathing in his heavy, slightly musky scent and dreaming of traveling with him through the mysterious lands of the Southern Barrens.

 

 

Several more minutes passed, and Saerah had drifted unintentionally into an exhausted, dreamless sleep.  It was not to last, however.

 

 

"I see you didn't finish playing.  Mind if I do?"  The horrid voice of the priest drifted to the ears of Uktengga, and he realized that the sadistic man had never left the hallway.  The chant began as always, but Uktengga's rage boiled beyond his ability to stay still, and he rolled, leaned back, and rammed the steel door with both of his massive hooves.

 

 

Ti did no damage beyond scratching the surface, but the resounding 'KLANG' interrupted the Preist's concentration and he grabbed his ears, momentarily thrown into sensory overload.  Saerah awoke from the jolt and the noise, and was upset from Uktengga's chest.  She felt a thrill of hatred flow through her at the sight of the priest, but he was staggering and holding his head.

 

 

She leaped to the door, grabbing his head, and pulled it through the small opening of the door's window.  He brought his hands up and grasped the bars, but could not reach her.  There was no room left, with his head there.

 

 

The priest, now regaining control of himself, was stronger than her by far, but Uktengga was there in an instant.  He grasped the priest's head with both of his massive hands, and tugged with all of his strength.

 

 

There was a sickening crack, followed by the sound of tearing flesh, and the Priest's head came clean off of his body.

 

 

Saerah grabbed onto the collar of his robes before the body fell away, but it was standing passively against the door.

 

 

"And what do you think you've accomplished?" came the Priest's muffled voice from inside Uktengga's crushing grip.

 

 

"You think someone else is going to feed you?"

 

 

Saerah was feeling blindly along the priest's robes, her right arm out the window to the shoulder.

 

 

"Got it!" she exclaimed softly, pulling her hand out of a pocket, clutched around a large, steel key.

 

 

"You put that back, you bitch!"  screamed the Priest.  Uktengga removed him of is jaw.

 

 

Saerah searched running her hand over the outside of the door until the found the key hole.  In an instant, the door swung inside and the priest's body stumbled at the loss of support.