Doing Althea

This story is copyright 2006 (C) Premierdial. World of Warcraft is copyright 2005-2006 (C) Blizzard Entertainment. The views portrayed in this work of fiction do not necessarily represent ideals or viewpoints shared in real life. Or other stuff like that.

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A half-whiny voice, but yet deep and guttural still: "I'm telling you," he says with slight worry in his voice, "It's not a good idea." It belonged to a tall orc, muscle-bound and clad in a type of mail armor, with a little sword hanging by his side. He had a helmet, too.

His partner raised his eyebrows; he was slightly shorter, and a lot more furry as well - definitely of a bovine stature. He was dressed in looser garments and looked pretty laid back, despite the nobility of his race - Tauren. "Why not?"

The orc gestured around himself - dark forests here and there, anywhere the eye can see - and his mouth continued, "Just look at this place! It's... it's like someone took the Plaguelands and put them here." A defeatist groan.

His tauren friend shrugged shoulders and folded his arms, winking slowly, "Don't be a puss." He nudged his elbow and added, "I heard those Night Watch chickadees are really hot. Getting my loins all grilled up already thinking about them."

Definitely the simpleton of the group, the orc licked his lips behind his metal helmet and quirked his head. "Well, that's one thing goin' for it, if it's true." Already his heads were filled with the fantastic possibilities of what would happen tonight.

The tauren rummaged through his backpack and pulled out a small piece of paper, looking much like a photograph taken from one of those newfangled Goblin Super Snappers. He added cautiously, "The real thing's ten thousand times better."

The orc's mouth gaped open - again behind his metal helmet - and he stuttered, "You kiddin'! This baby's the leader of the Night Watch? What cup size is she? And that HAIR!"

The photograph he was holding held a picture of the Commander of the Night Watch, a bewitching beauty as true as she is a master of the blade and a righteous-born leader and instigator of law and order in an undead-infested region of Alliance territory. Her name, Althea Ebonlocke.

The tauren scoffed. "We didn't come all the way here for Mulgore Spice Bread, friend," he replied with a taunting smirk. "Not that I'd mind some..."

The orc licked his lips as he basically pressed the photograph up to his visor. "I'd like to give her a..." he began in a lecherous voice, full of lustful intent.

But then his friend held his hand up. "Someone's coming. Can it," he warned in a hushed voice. The two scurried beneath the bushes, hearing footsteps - and seeing an orangeish glow from afar.

The glow emanated from a single person holding a torch, simple conjecture stated. In this case, as the devil's own luck struck, it happened to be the person the photograph was showering with Azshara's own glory; the Commander of the Night Watch, who was a black-haired woman in her early twenties, with beautiful blue eyes and fair skin.

Althea was dressed in black armor, befitting the leader of her command, and it looked to be made out of hardened leather, dyed so. She was tall as she is beautiful, and had voluptuous breasts and a perfect hourglass figure. It would be a greater mystery than the Twilight Vale how she could be a goddess as well as a combatant.

Already the orc felt his manhood throbbing hard under his mail armor, feeling as if he needed to bang this woman, make her his. Forever and ever, like a willing, obedient, broken slave.

Which, groiny thoughts like that aren't the best things to focus on your mind when you're trying to hide. And sure enough, like a Stealth check botched from the front...

"Who goes there?!"

Althea turned a hard eye towards the nearby bush, which was way too small to conceal the huge armored orc. And the tauren friend, as it were, who both gulped as they pridefully stomached and abandoned all thoughts of lust. For now.

"Shit, she's spotted us!" the orc exclaimed as he threw his sword and board out and started running ... away. The tauren friend looked on in disbelief as he quickly started running after his cowardly friend. The skillful commander gave chase, and not being as inhibited or burdened as her pursuants, she quickly caught up.

"Fall back, fall back!" the orc randomly shouted to no one in particular, as if the general of a make-believe army. His sword clashed against Althea's, although there is a dominant factor in his strength his skill was clearly not up to par. She also waved the torch threateningly around, as if canting some magical power.

"Horde scum! Undead or not, you all threaten the safety of Darkshire! You shall pay!" preached Althea, like a righteous crusader against the very forces of darkness surrounding her town. Except less 'like' and more 'totally spot on'.

She did a flip, and a feint with her sword as she brandished the torch and ended up setting the orc on fire, due to the gray cloth tabard that layered over his armor. A gasp came from the loyal tauren friend, who stopped his running.

"I'm on fire! The bitch set me on fire!" the orc complained in a loud voice as he ended up losing his balance and dropping his sword. Which was good for him, because trapped between big orc body and the hard ground, the fires couldn't spread out much faster. Meanwhile, Althea hopped over him to start to descend down on the less protected of the Horde allies.

The tauren pulled his staff out and held it with both hands, yelping as he barely defended himself from the vicious sword strikes which came like thunder and lightning. "Roll, idiot, roll! Save me!"

"Ouch!!!" the orc exclaimed as he tumbled on the ground. And ended up rolling down a nearby mound and crashing onto a patch of briarthorn.

The tauren friend caught a solid kick to his stomach and it sent him sprawling down onto the ground after the orc on fire. Fortunately, the big hunk of bodily mass was enough to stop him from falling into the briarthorn himself. But it did hurt, that kick. He was no physical fighter.

The very reassured Commander of the Night Watch leapt after them and gazed down upon them with a very cold and calculating eye. "Now that you've been cornered, you better talk."

Which, fortunately for both the orc and tauren, who are in very little position to be talking and more keeling over from their pain, a solid blow landed from behind and hit Althea hard on the head. She fell and landed on top of the tauren, who yelped at first and attempted to pry himself out of the mess.

"I knew you guys would get in trouble," spoke a calculating voice. It belonged to a troll who wielded a long katana, dressed in a white and black robe. He had an eye patch over his left eye and looked rather traditional. Un-troll-like, perhaps, but elegant, almost.

The orc snorted slightly as he grudgingly got up and replied, "Shut it." He sighed loudly and picked up his gear, which had gone all over the place. "I just let my guard down a little."

The tauren friend picked himself as well as he replied, "All you know how to do is grovel." He winked afterwards, however. "At least we've got our prize. Mmm, check those tits out."

The orc nodded assent as he smacked his chops and rubbed his hands. "I can't wait to do all the nasty things floating in my head to her," he once again lecherously said. Not so good at fighting, but he has the right ideas.

The troll folded his arms and grabbed one arm of the fallen woman. "By all means, go ahead. If you want the Worgen 'round eating you."

The tauren hurried up and caught the other arm as they both dragged their prize like a piece of meat just newly won from the battlefield. Except less 'like' and more 'totally spot on'. "He didn't mean that sexually, either," he cheerfully added.

"Hey, wait! You two!"

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Later on, a few hours later.

They had assembled in a small cave on the cliffside, which they had very temporarily made into a sort of base for themselves. Inside Althea was quickly chained up against a pair of crude manacles on the cavern wall. There were a few torches lit and hung against the walls for illumination - because Duskwood is... dark.

And despite protests, the orc got a little bit of pleasure already by being allowed to cut open a portion of her armor, particularly the chestal region. As it was, the leather armor now protected approximately half of the torso - having large circular and convenient holes cut in them so that the beautiful human woman's breasts spilled out amidst her armor.

The orc looked towards the gorgeous (and very unconscious, important) Althea in front of him. He wanted to get out of his pants already and make do with some sweet loving, which this tight bitch needed really badly. But there was business to be done. First. He'd have his fun soon!

"Nnh..." the honey-coated voice came from the woman's lips as she went back into consciousness. "Where..." Then she felt a draft as her eyes shot open and then she gazed down. "WHAT?!"

The orc let out an enjoyable gasp as he clenched his palm down on his member. "Ooh, she's awake." A powerful moan, and then, knowing the woman was looking at him repulsively already, which only made him more horny. Nothing is more enticing than a woman who already hates your guts not being able to stop you. "Why couldn't we fuck her while she was asleep?"

The tauren friend rolled his eyes, although he, too, hard a specific hard-on for this luscious piece of woman. "Way to spoil the plan," he taunted.

The Commander, not one to give up so easily at being exposed in front of the enemy and bound helplessly, started to struggle. It hurt slightly, but she could stomach the pain. Giving up would be a more painful thing to do, and much more humiliating. "Unhand me, barbarians! You'll never get your way!"

The robed troll sighed slightly. "She gives me headaches. Louder than a murloc. Let's just squeeze the information out quickly."

Althea had deduced they captured her because they wanted to know something she didn't; like where Darkshire's food storage supplies were kept, where their sources of water were, those sorts of information. She'd never tell them!

The orc pulled his helmet off as he quickly interjected, "It's not a hard question." The troll raised his eyebrows, but the orc continued, proudly asking, "We just want to know how you keep your jugs in those tight clothes of yours."

He made a gesture afterwards, which was vaguely lewd. "I mean, they SPILLED out the moment I cut it open! Gosh!"

A groan from both the other members of the Horde, to varying degrees of amusement and annoyance. "Don't mind him," the troll reinstated his position of questioning. "You will tell us where the necromancer Morbent Fel lives."

Although Althea had been severely repulsed by the orc's lewd questions, she used the troll's more sane question as an escape from the madness and perversion of the orc. She snorted as she replied, "Don't think just because you want to be all heroic that I suddenly'll start sharing class notes with you."

The orc made a bigger sniff as he leaned his head close to her, which made her want to inch away, although she couldn't move very far. "I love it when chicks play hard to get."

"Mmmmmaybe they wouldn't be if you weren't a walking hard-on, like, half the time," cracked the tauren friend, smirkily joking. Well, not really joking, but he meant it in jest. He is the tauren friend, after all.

The troll was quick to use his friend as a diplomacy tool. "Our oversexed friend there is quite more than eager to have his way with you if you refuse to cooperate," he warned. And was quite serious at it, although he seemed to be having a good time taunting the woman.

The commander's eyes widened slightly. "You wouldn't DARE! Rape is illegal... it is a crime unspeakable on many levels!" she protested. And started struggling again as she let out a loud 'nnh' in response.

The tauren was quick to make his own joke work against her protests, saying, "You ARE the law 'round these parts, woman. And we just beat you fair and square, which makes us above the law."

Althea's eyes narrowed slightly, perhaps a part of her accepting that sound bit of logic that was twisted against her. She grit her teeth and grimaced as she murmured, "Coward."

The orc waved his hand energetically, obviously full of bursting energy. "Ooh, I like fucking law enforcers!"

"This is your last chance," warned the troll. "You will talk, or you're about to be dinner for our orc friend over here."

Althea seemed to hesitate for a moment, before she succinctly replied, "No! I won't be weak! You'll never break me!"

The tauren seemed rather satisfied with that answer. The sexy option was more entertaining, after all. "Do it, then, buddy."

The orc pumped both of his fists up into the air and went, "Oooh yeah!"

The orc moved forward, obviously having waited nearly all day long for this glorious moment. Also happy that he was having this glorious moment, and he even gets first fucks and no sloppy seconds. Althea's defiant look almost shrinks slightly as she sees this massive orc start on his way towards defiling her, deflowering her.

His green hands placed themselves onto her ample, massive breasts, squeezing and kneading them like dough. He wasn't the most skilled or subtle of men, and treated them and mashed them like a chef doing daily work with a supplied batter to make bread, all ripened and cooking in the bun. "Gods, these breasts are so massive! And they're so REAL!" he exclaimed in delight.

Althea Ebonlocke groaned as her fists both clenched tightly as she tried to break her bonds, to no effect, because of the strength of the manacles, even though they were crude. "Nnno...!" she hissed out through gritted teeth.

The tauren and the troll both watched, to varying degrees of attention, obviously both rather aroused and amused at the same time. No one was ever going to find them here.

The breast-massaging continued on for several more moments, before the orc started to become certain of the size and shape of the beautiful work of art he was dealing with. He gave her a big smile as he planted a powerful kiss down on her lips, forcing his way with his tongue into her mouth.

But Althea didn't even have much more time than to react and go, "Nnnghh!!" as she felt another sensation penetrate her sanctified body. Already her belt was off and her pants were being stripped away, quickly revealing her silk panties. The nnnhing sounds just get louder as the orc begins plumbing his fat fingers into her delicate flower, not teasing and rubbing around the rims like a gentleman, but more like a barbarian slipping a fist to slam it in to his prize.

Beginning to feel her get slightly moist, perhaps in subconscious desire of what's to come, the main course, the orc pulled his fingers out at the same time he pulled his face away from hers, causing her to gasp out in breath. "By the Light! Nnnoohh..."

The orc started to rock their bodies against each other, then he unzipped his pants and parted his armor out of the way; fortunately the Commander had the audacity to burn his tabard away. Oh well, less clothing to remove. His member spilled out, already full and erect. It made Althea's eyes go wide, mostly in shock of the size of the thing - already she protests, "That'll never fit! It'll split me like a log!"

"Which is why you're going to just totally get it right now!" the orc cries out in response as he proceeded to jam his penis straight into her, hard and unrelenting. Althea's eyes basically rolled to the back of her head as her mouth gaped wide open at the shocking, almost electrifying force the orcish dick was doing to her. Though a virgin, all that was for nothing as her hymen was basically broken quick-like by the speed of the assault.

"Nnnh ... oh God! It's BIG!!" Althea screamed as she basically twisted and grinded, legs almost instinctively coiling up like a snake around him. The orc shouted, "It's like her pussy's sucking my dick off! God, what a SLUT!"

The tauren almost sniggered at that comment, obviously now enticed and aroused and wanting his turn. The troll managed to be more calm about it. The lucky orc started to make pelvic movements, forward, backward, forward, backward; much like a fencer practicing swordplay, each time getting more aggressive and to the point.

To Althea, the mindboggling experience - her being fucked for the first time in her life, by an orc no less, and against her will - was causing her to slip slightly on her stance of being a stoic warrior, the feminine side of her starting to erode from the cracks. "Gnnh... nnmmhhh...!"

"Oh fuck yes! I'm coming!" the orc grunted aloud. At the apex of his final thrust, he shot his load and filled to the brim her womb with his orcish Horde-like seed. At the same time, Althea herself came as she let her juices run free, running along the sides of the orc's cock and outwards.

Althea's gaze was almost glassy, but it had a resolve unbroken in it as she whispered, "Nnnh... annhh... bast...ards..."

The orc pulled out, but he wasn't done yet; he was a multi-orgasmic orc, less a fighter, more a breeder. He could shoot his wad like a fire hose. Multiple times per day, with little to no down time. It was a talent.

And perusing his skills, he simply started jacking off and to Althea's horror, the orc shot a second cumload of his sperm right on top of her breasts, covering them with sticky goo. "Ohhh!!" Althea shrieked.

"Now are you going to talk, woman?" the troll inquired, tapping his foot. The orc liked to take his time, and he was getting a little impatient... and a little horny himself.

"Never..." Althea managed to murmur among her own fluids cumming out of her delicate vagina. The orc licked his lips and replies, "I can keep on doing this for DAYS! Fuck of my dreams!"

The tauren whistled as he added, "Damn, she's been cummed on twice and she's still got some spunk inside of her. I think what she needs is some beefcake to show her how it's done in Mulgore."

The troll removed the manackles from the wall itself, although it kept Althea's wrists bound against each other. The troll forced her down onto her knees on the cavern's dirt floor, where she looked up. And saw a tauren exposed, his full beefy glory hanging out in front of him.

"Unlike my orcish friend there, I'm more of an oral man," the tauren cheerfully explained. "So you're going to suck and lick like a good little cunt, 'cause that's what you are, you human bitch."

The orc went from behind and hoisted on his big, muscular arms her legs, of which the thighs were now completely exposed, although she had her leather boots still on. "You human bitch, thinking you're all self-righteous and all, if you didn't treat us like shit, we wouldn't be fucking and knocking you up, now would we?"

The threatening dialogue, Althea would be very loathe to admit, just turned her on more. She was already being violated, and the crude whisperings about her 'fate' and how she's going to be screwed in various ways over. But she tries to keep a straight face, a defiant face.

At least, until she felt the tip of the tauren's toot upon her face, which caused her to cringe rather badly. Althea wanted to resist it, but her momentary period of surprise had the tauren puckering her lips open with his hand and shoving his bullpeen straight inside. "Handle my balls, human!"

At that same time, the orc started shoving deep inside her vagina again, pumping in and out and even hammering its length against the walls within her.

"Gghmmphh!!" was all Althea's muffled and definitely inordinate cries were about. Both being penetrated from the front and behind, the oversexed and definitely feverishly overloaded with passion Commander now more or less was stripped of her resolve.

At first the woman refused to suck upon the tauren's manly dick, but as the continued penetration and humping continued, she slipped. Slowly, but surely, Althea began to lap her tongue upon and around the hard and erect bullmember. Her mouth was like a sucking force, like a Twisting Nether that did a very amorous and pleasurable number upon the tauren, who groaned and moaned rather loudly.

The thrashing the orc was giving Althea was also causing her boobs to jiggle back and forth, almost alluringly crying out for attention. The orc, however, was swift to make attention of that as he seized with both of his hands now her nipples, with his thumb and index finger, squeezing and twisting and pleasuring them anew while once again doing the mashing motion with his palms.

"Yes, yes, yes!" the tauren screamed, grabbing her luscious, long black hair with his powerful hooves and slamming and smacking his pelvis straight on forward against her face, perusing it like a public bathroom facility for all it's worth. Eventually he gave a loud, almost moo-ing sound as he blew his wad and let the woman's throat receive it hard so that she could chug to all her delight his seed.

"I'm going to shoot my wad in you and you can't do a thing! I'll people this land with a hundred little mes!" the orc taunted Althea as he came a second time in her womb, and although she was already likely impregnated, his manjuices just keep on pouring on and on, like a water spring untapped to its full potential.

And Althea herself, being sexed and receiving the attentions of both men at the same time, just clenched her fists on hard as she felt more cum on her than ever before, drenching her hard and wet, with a totally broken and glassy look upon her face, obedient and slave-like. Her will defied and waived, the Commander of the Night Watch was now just a willing sex slave that could be used to anyone's own delight. Or so it'd seem, judging by the lack of resistance.

"Gods, we got... we got to keep her around... a pet... tame her... we TAMED her," the orc panted, finally somewhat running out of energy. But still having hordes of potential and power still untapped within him. Where there are women to tame...

"I've got an idea for both her and our little mission..." the troll finally spoke up, rubbing his chin devillishly.

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And thus, yet a few more hours later, Morbent Fel was rudely awakened from his meditative concentration. He yelled boomingly, "Who dares interrupt my meditation?!"

All he found on his doorstep was an exposed woman who he recognized right away as the Commander of the Night Watch, trussed up like a piece of ham - her arms bound behind her back, rope looping above and below her breasts, accentuating them, and intricately around her torso; something had been jammed in her wet and dripping cunt and further rope forming a crotchrope ontop of that. Her legs were tucked behind her into a hogtie, and a stuffed piece of cloth gagged her mouth, a knotted piece of white cloth wrapped around her face. "Mmmph..." she moaned.

"Oh, thank the Fel!" was all Morbent could exclaim as his sexual senses overceeded his wisdom and intelligence. He quickly snatched up his prize to go inside, unaware that there were three pairs of vigilantly watching eyes....