The Price of Love

Chapter 5
Broken

The Sun had barely scorched the horizon from the east when the merchant goblins were already awake and scurrying to open their various shops and display their wares. The goblins who kept to the slave trade were also hard at work setting their auction stage. Given the steady rising noise level from outside, Kyrien could tell that already a large crowd was forming. Finally one of the goblins came in and with the help of his tauren henchmen, dragged the human male out. Kyrien made a step forward wanting so much to stop them; the goblin smirked at him and pulled out an odd looking rod that suddenly delivered an electric jolt that momentarily crippled Kyrien to the ground. The crowd outside roared with excitement and shouts could be heard calling out bids and arguing with each other over the value of the slave in question.
When the guards came back to take the female draenei, she delivered a bone crunching kick to the goblin’s face, effectively knocking him out. She then focused her body’s momentum to charge her horns into one of the tauren’s stomachs, goring him violently. The other tauren backed up as she frantically ran out into the city. The remaining tauren growled viscously and just as the gnome took the opportunity to sprint off; the tauren fired a shot off with his gun, stopping the gnome in his tracks. Kyrien charged through as well, he charged up behind the tauren and delivered a kick to the tauren’s back, forcing him to collapse. The other would-be slaves hastily bolted for the exit and joined in the wild escape attempt.
Kyrien rushed out of the hut to join the other escapees; as soon as they all emerged, the captives dispersed into the crowd hoping to get lost in the crowd as most of the civilians were still stunned at the unexpected breach. The draenei who had started the escape found herself bound and subdued by several goblin bruisers. Kyrien had no time to pity her though, he had to get away and he had to do it fast. As he ran toward an opening in the crowd he nearly had his neck snapped as something wrenched him by his enchanted leash with such speed his body could barely follow through in time to keep up with his head. Kyrien’s body twisted and he fell on the ground only to be dragged up and lifted off his feet by a powerful grip on his collar.
“Nice try mon.” snickered the large troll with one tusk. Amidst the chaos of the crowd, the troll carrying Kyrien tossed a bag of coins to the still baffled auctioneer.
“Dat be 50 gold coins mon, anybody wanna try to outbid me be not wanting to live past da next day.”
Not surprisingly, no one disputed the troll’s claim and Kyrien was shoved into the rough hands of a large black and white tauren who began leading him away from the crowd.
“Take him to my estate and have him ready, I got some more business to do mon.” remarked the troll warrior.
Kyrien struggled in the tauren’s grip but it was no use; the tauren continued to lead him to a fairly large adobe home surrounded by it’s own enclosure located in the southern district of Gadgetzan. Once inside, Kyrien was thrown into a small room that had the barest of furnishings, a bed, a small table, and a chamber pot.
“You be wise to not provoke your new master, he’s a dangerous troll and a true sadist.”
Kyrien then noticed a scar running across the tauren’s snout and the tired glossy look in his eyes.
“I thought the tauren were a proud race, since when do they do the bidding of cowards?” snapped Kyrien.
“You’ll soon learn young one, there is no pride in Gadgetzan. There is only survival.” The tauren turned and left the night elf, locking the door and lumbering off to tend to some other task.

Kyrien paced about in his room restlessly, he even tried to remove the enchanted collar unsuccessfully. There was one small narrow window in his room that let in light; it had begun to darken dramatically indicating nightfall. The estate seemed to come alive all at once with the sounds of laughter, yelling, and the clanking of dishes and weapons.
“Moondewa! Bring de new toy to de den!” called out what sounded like Wazaki’s voice.
Kyrien felt his stomach churn with dread as a rush of anxiety filled him.
“This is it,” he thought to himself, “There’s no escape…”
Within moments, the same tauren from earlier arrived and took Kyrien by his leash and forced him into a large circular room. In the center was a kodo hide rug and along the sides were tables of roasted meats and tankards of beer. The room was lit with torches along the walls and on the far end was a large chair made of various bones and kodo hide. On the chair sat Wazaki who grinned darkly at Kyrien. All around the room were other trolls, goblins, and an orc who were all happily drinking, eating, and boasting over their deeds in battle. Wazaki indicated the ground next to his chair and Moondewa forced Kyrien to sit next to his new master. Kyrien felt his skin crawl as Wazaki studied him with a cruel gaze that made him feel exposed and vulnerable. Wazaki tied the leash to an iron peg jutting from the ground and then had Moondewa bind Kyrien’s hands behind his back. The troll warrior then turned his attention to his guests and greeted them officially.
“Welcome to you who be loyal to me, tonight I have a special treat for you all to be enjoyin.”
Wazaki clapped his hands and a pair of goblins struggled to drag in the draenei from earlier who had tried to escape. She growled fiercely; her tail whipping back and forth and her glowing eyes full of contempt. The crowd of ruffians cheered as Wazaki rose to meet her.
“Dere dere pretty, you be good to me boys and I’ll let you live, maybe you can escape better next time.” Wazaki laughed and delivered a cruel punch to the draenei’s stomach then wrenched her from the goblins and shoved her to the center of the den where the troll’s henchmen eagerly tore at her garments and began to fondle and molest her. Kyrien felt a burning rage boil within him, he made to get up but his leash was tied too short to the peg, Kyrien couldn’t help but remain crouched over. Wazaki went to sit next to him and gently patted his head.
“Don’t be so mad mon, you be getting your turn soon enough.”
Kyrien felt his blood go cold, and his attention went back to the unfortunate draenei as she cried out while the goblin’s greedily bit and sucked on her voluptuous breasts. One troll teasingly sucked on the delicate tentacles that protruded from just beneath her ears. The draenei cried tears of anger and disgust as another troll went to work fingering her tender wet pussy.
Kyrien wanted to look away; it tore him up to watch the draenei woman be brutally violated as he stood by helpless to save her. He already knew the anguish she was now suffering and tears of pity and grief moistened his glistening moonlit eyes.
“How does it feel draenei? Not so high and mighty now? Where be your precious naaru now? I heard you fought in de eye of de storm; so much for your honor now.” mocked Wazaki.
The draenei woman struggled against her tormenters and focused her glare at Wazaki.
“Raping me won’t take away my honor! You disgust me COWARD!”
The last word emphasized as she spat viscously on the ground. Kyrien suddenly felt cold, as if Wazaki’s aura suddenly became murderous. Wazaki approached the draenei and her handlers paused in their assault.
“Coward you say? I killed hundreds of you alliance pests in de battle of warsong gulch. Dat’s how I lost DIS!”
Wazaki snarled as he indicated his missing tusk.
“Now whenever I get my hands on a bit of alliance filth, I make sure I get my payback!”
Without any warning, Wazaki pulled out his battle axe and swung at the draenei.
“NOOO!!!” screamed Kyrien in absolute terror.
The draenei woman screamed out and fell back into the arms of Wazaki’s henchmen, one of her glorious curved horns clattered to the ground. Wazaki shoved her on her back, grabbed her horn and rammed the blunt end deep into her moist cunt and began to fuck her with her own horn. The trolls held her feet and arms as she writhed on the ground screaming curses. Kyrien forced himself to look away; he was overcome with grief and pity for the woman.
Wazaki smirked then looked at his men as he got up and removed her horn, tossing it against the far wall.
“Make dis former paladin bitch cry all night. I want her unfit for even her precious naaru.” growled Wazaki.
As Wazaki walked back to his night elf, the rest of his henchmen were only too eager to return their lustful attentions to the tortured draenei.
“See what dat bitch made me do? She made me lose my temper, now you gonna be da one who pays for it. You damn alliance bastards, I’d kill you all, but breakin ya be even sweeter.”
Kyrien swallowed hard with dread as Wazaki undid the leash from the peg and wrenched Kyrien along leaving the draenei to her fate. Kyrien struggled and fought to get free as Wazaki dragged him down the hallway, away from the den; the draenei’s cries echoed as did the laughter of Wazaki’s henchmen.
Kyrien was tossed violently into a dimly lit room. In its center was a large bed, again made of bone. As if in answer to his unspoken thought Wazaki spoke up from behind him.
“All da bones of my enemies, dey serve a useful purpose. I like to keep my enemies close, even in death.”
“You’re a monster.” stated Kyrien in uncensored revulsion.
“Dat I may be, but so be da alliance. Dey killed my son, dey killed my mate, dey even killed my father. Then dey shamed me when dey took my tusk and didn’t kill me. I shoulda died a warrior’s death, but dey let me live, now I make you all pay, by breaking you one at a time.”
Kyrien’s heart was pounding, there was nowhere to run; he was trapped with the sadistic troll. Wazaki grabbed him roughly and threw him on the bed.
“Beg me like a little alliance whore, and I might show mercy… Give me trouble, and you be lucky to survive what I have in store for you.”
Kyrien glared defiantly at Wazaki; Wazaki shrugged nonchalantly.
“I can tell already you want it rough, Das ok..”
Wazaki pounced up on top of Kyrien and pulled out a dagger.
“I like it better dat way mon.”
Wazaki used the dagger to free Kyrien’s wrist bindings and then began running his one tusk along Kyrien’s chest and gently following the delicate bones around the base of his neck. Kyrien jerked his head back and forth, desperately trying to think of a way out of his current predicament. Wazaki then laughed to himself as he watched the turmoil brew in his night elf’s expressions.
“I can tell already, you gonna be de responsive type.”
Kyrien winced as Wazaki slid the dagger down his bare chest, leaving a thin trail of blood in its wake. Kyrien hissed and gripped Wazaki’s wrist that held the dagger, trying to deter the weapon from his skin. Wazaki easily overpowered him and laughed in amusement before leaning in to plow his tongue into the shallow cuts and dig the blood out. Kyrien yelped and attempted to squirm in distress.
“I can’t wait to watch you cry mon.” smirked the troll.
Wazaki stole a dominating forceful kiss and ran the dagger up to the rim of Kyrien’s pants. The salty copper taste of blood tainted Kyrien’s tongue and filled his heart with disgust.
“Don’t move…” whispered the troll darkly into Kyrien’s ear as the blade pressed intimately close to his most sensitive organ. The troll smirked and with precision dexterity slit Kyrien’s pants without damaging the skin underneath with the dagger and then tore the clothing from his body.
“Don’t!” yelped Kyrien.
“Shut up!”
Wazaki clocked Kyrien’s temple with the hilt of the dagger. Kyrien grunted in pain and was dazed just long enough for Wazaki to shackle his wrists to either corner of the bed. Kyrien tugged at the restraints but there was no getting free; the cruel iron gnawed at his wrists as he struggled.
Kyrien grunted in pain and felt his stomach flutter inside with anxiety.
“Please don’t do this.” he said at last, more out of impulse than anything.
Wazaki ignored him and began to bite his nipples violently while rubbing Kyrien’s groin roughly. Kyrien yelped out and struggled anew. Wazaki smirked and again claimed the night elf’s mouth, sharing again with him the taste of his own blood.
“Stop!” cried out Kyrien as he jerked his head away from the kiss.
Again Wazaki ignored him as he took the dagger and began to make little cuts all over Kyrien’s body. Kyrien tried to thrash about as the troll cut him over and over, every other cut was licked or prodded by the troll’s hungry tongue and his body was forced to react to Wazaki’s insistent attentions between his legs.
“Get off me!! Don’t do thi..!!!” Kyrien’s protest was cut off as Wazaki again shoved his bloodied tongue into Kyien’s mouth. Wazaki rammed his tongue roughly in and out, fucking Kyrian’s mouth relentlessly before trailing his kisses along Kyrien’s sensitive neck. Kyrien whimpered and bit his lip trying to stop himself from moaning. The damn troll bastard was getting off on his cries and whimpers; Kyrien would be damned rather than make it easy for the sick bastard.
“She was right!” he whimpered as Wazaki began to prod his entrance with his fingers, “You are a coward!”
Wazaki suddenly stopped in his ministrations and looked at Kyrien coldly before smiling almost maniacally, “Oh am I?”
Kyrien shifted uneasily as Wazaki, while never taking his frenzied eyes off Kyrien, reached over to his bedside table to retrieve a hand pistol. First he pointed it at Kyrien’s head, the night elf froze, his heart pounding, tiny beads of sweat shimmered on his brow. Wazaki’s eyes lit up with dark insanity as he trailed the pistol’s barrel along Kyrien’s cheek and then rested the barrel on Kyrien’s soft lips.
“Suck It!” he snapped.
Kyrien hesitated but the wild look in Wazaki’s eyes demanded obedience and promised pain. Kyrien parted his lips, choked back a fearful sob and offered little resistance when the troll shoved the barrel into his mouth.
“Suck it! Or I’ll splatter your brains all over the headboard.”
Kyrien felt cold fear build up in his gut as he swallowed his pride and gently sucked the barrel of the pistol. Wazaki watched him intently and then removed the gun and waved it tauntingly over Kyrien’s face.
“What makes a coward mon? Is it fear? Does fear make a coward?”
Kyrien’s eyes were fixated on the pistol.
“ANSWER ME!”
“Y..yes.”
“Don’t we NEED fear… in order to survive?” Wazaki was clearly out of his mind.
“I..I suppose so.”
Kyrien felt the wetness in his eyes, never before had he been so terrified. Wazaki lowered the pistol slightly and the next thing he said turned Kyrien’s blood ice cold. A slight metallic slap to his thighs and then…
“Open up mon.”
Kyrien winced his eyes shut, tears or pure fear and humiliation rolled down his face as he parted his legs for the sadistic troll. Wazaki grinned in malicious satisfaction and thrust the unforgiving gun barrel up into the night elf’s ass. He gave it a cruel thrust, managing to elicit a small cry from the night elf.
“Tell me now mon… be honest, does dis scare you?”
“Yes!” yelped Kyrien, he was shaking all over.
“You’re gonna beg for me to fuck you with my cock instead of dis gun right?”
Wazaki’s voice was as deadly as the cold barrel being forced deeper into Kyrien’s sore cavity.
“Huh?”
Kyrien flinched, trying to squirm and lessen the pressure of the threatening shaft buried inside of him.
Wazaki thrusted the gun inside him hard. Kyrien yelled out in pain.
“Y..Yes!!!”
“Whatcho rather explode inside you mon?! My cock or dis?!”
Kyrien felt panic threaten to overtake him.
“Please don’t!!!”
“THEN WHAT!!”
“Yes! Damn it! Fuck me with your cock!!!” cried Kyrien.
A sadistic smile of pleasure formed on Wazaki’s face, he gave the pistol a final cruel thrust into the night elf’s already wounded entrance and removed the gun, its barrel covered in blood. Kyrien’s sigh of relief was instantly followed by a sharp intake of breath as anxiety filled him. Against his wounded entrance, something much larger than the gun’s barrel pressed against his tight ring of muscle.
“Now I just want ya to know one thing mon.” whispered the troll in mock affection as he leaned in close to his night elf.
Kyrien looked up at him, feeling only dread and apprehension. Wazaki grinned in self gratification before at last stating…
“You asked for this.”
Wazaki punctuated his statement by thrusting the head of his cock into Kyrien’s tight inner walls. Kyrien gasped for air and struggled to squirm free. The iron shackles bit painfully into his wrists. Wazaki simply laughed as he pushed a little deeper; taking his time and making sure his night elf felt every painful, wall stretching inch of his pulsating meat.
“So now then my little night elf… Who be da coward now?”
Deeper, he pushed deeper, Kyrien’s wentrance was stretched, torn, and filled.
“No more! No more!” His mind cried over and over as Wazaki filled him inch by inch. A final push and the sadistic troll was buried to the hilt, Kyrien tensed and bit back his cries as tears rolled down his cheeks. Wazaki delightedly licked at the tears and then gave a sudden thrust. He was rewarded with a pain filled moan from his new toy.
“You fear death, so you let me do dis to you… You’re da real coward!” Wazaki emphasized his cruel taunt with an even harder thrust. Kyrien couldn’t help but yelp.
Over and over, Wazaki pounded his thick cock harder and deeper into his night elf. Kyrien thrashed his head from side to side, his tears wet the pillows and sheets, and the scent of blood and sex filled his nostrils.
Kyrien’s mind was in turmoil; there was only darkness, only the pain, the cruelty, and a feeling of utter uselessness. He’d foolishly given his heart to Ryka only to have it crushed, he’d been brutally raped by naga, unable to save himself from an orc hunter, he didn’t even have the sense to escape when the opportunity arose because he had let himself get caught up in the moment with a troll of all beings. Now here he was being raped and tortured by a true sadist. If only he could of saved the draenei; his heart hurt for her as well. Now he also bore the shame that indeed he had chosen to be raped rather than be killed. Kyrien’s mind was a cyclone of despair, if only it would all just end.
“Enjoying it slut!?” grunted Wazaki, “You enjoy me poundin inside ya?”
Kyrien growled in anguish and looked away from his tormenter.
“No mon!” snapped the troll.
Kyrien felt his head being drawn back to face Wazaki in a firm grip.
“I wanna see da face you make when I cum inside you mon.”
Kyrien’s eyes widened and Wazaki’s thrusts began to hasten. Wazaki panted in stuttered breaths as he felt his cream build up, pushing forth from his long shaft to flood the night elf who writhed beneath him. Kyrien’s eyes lit up in pain and grief as the troll emptied his load. Wazaki pulled out with a wet sickening plop and wiped the sweat from his brow. Kyrien lay there stunned for a moment; he could feel the thick warm cum mixed with his blood leak from his rear.
“Well then, dat went better than I thought. Not bad mon.”
Wazaki gently stroked the side of Kyrien’s face and then ran his hand through his soft green hair, again taunting him with a cruel perverse display of affection.
Kyrien rolled over onto his side and curled up trying to cover himself. His whole body throbbed in agony; cuts, bite marks, and bruises marred his soft violet skin. Wazaki called out to someone who had obviously been guarding the bedroom door from outside and in walked Moondewa. The look on Moondewa’s face when he noted the night elf curled and sobbing, the blood on the sheets, and sadistic satisfaction emanating from Wazaki, was one of pity.
Kyrien didn’t resist when the tauren lifted and carried him off back to his room. Moondewa shook his head and laid the night elf in his bed, covering him with a thin blanket.
“I told you not to provoke him… I wish you and the draenei would listen.”
There was a hint of sympathy in his voice, Moondewa left and returned shortly after with water and food. He left his offering on the small table by the bed and lumbered off to leave Kyrien in his solitude. Kyrien’s tears had long since run out, yet still he dry sobbed on into the night.

Meanwhile, several miles away, wandering in the shimmering sands, a cloaked figure studied some ancient dwarven ruins with intense interest.
“Now now my pointy-earred brudder, looks like I be getting close.”
The figure pulled back his cowl to reveal light blue skin and long green hair that was worn in a myriad of braids. His tusks glinted in the moonlight and he pulled a small bag from his pouch. He emptied the bag’s contents onto a stone slab; several little stone runes lay out upon the ancient marble.
“Damn I be wishin me sis was here, she be better at dis than I.”
Erllok studied the runes for a moment, took a swig of pinot noir from his flask, then cast his gaze out towards the east.
“So it seems da orc took me elf to da corrupted city of Gadgetzan. Dat son of a toad. Hang in dere Kyrien, I gonna get you back.”
Erllok took another gulp of his alcohol then washed it down with some water. He then covered his head once again with his cowl, daybreak would be setting in soon and with it the merciless sun. It would be another day’s walk at least before he got to Gadgetzan, and once there he’d still have to find Kyrien and hope he hadn’t gotten himself killed. He knew he was running out of time.