The Lasher

Author: A side story to Syl in WoW. I thought it would do better as its own story.

It has been a couple of days since my fun on the wall and I have been feeling a bit out of it since trying to think of some other ways to experiment. The problem is they all involve someone else. This is a problem since despite my rekindled sexuality I still am a rogue and by nature find it hard to let myself love someone who I may have to stab in the back later.

So I decide to go kill some demons. There is a place in Ashenvale called Felfire Hill that has some fairly strong demons and quite a few of them. I wander through ambushing what I can and even pick pocketing some of the Fel guards. Then I spot her.

She is a Lasher, so named I suspect because of the long whip she brandishes. I stealth and make my way slowly to her when it occurs to me there are no other demons around. My mind kicks in and suggests something I try to dismiss immediately, though unfortunately for me the idea had stirred more than my mind and my body started to get warm with excitement. I look around and notice we are at the base of the small mountain that leads to the Dreadlords, and there is a small indenture in the bottom, just big enough for two.

I grin and think this might work after all when I feel someone's breath against my neck and freeze. My eyes dart around looking for the lasher but I know exactly where she is. What I don't get is why I'm not feeling her whip against my back, or worse yet around my neck. Then I feel it, the handle of the whip is sliding down my spine.

She wants me to make a sound, any sound will do. Then she will have an excuse to take me out. The whip handle moves down to my lower back and I respond by arching and shivering, no sound though. It is driving me mad but she won't know that, not yet.

The handle moves lower and my senses are screaming at me to turn and pounce this demoness who apparently has a game she wishes to play. As the handle moves down against my tailbone I feel her use it to prod me. I blink and she does so again, though a bit harder this time. She is pushing me toward the indenture and I slowly move forward keeping my eyes on the ground so as to avoid any traps or loose foliage that might make a sound if stepped on.

As we enter the indenture I feel her grab my shoulder and spin me around pushing me back against the hard rock. The wind is knocked out of me and I drop the knives I had been holding onto the grass. This elicits a giggle from her as she thinks the game is hers. She forgets though that whips can be useful for her, and me. The whip isn't curled, its lying limp against the grassy entrance.

She leans over and as she pushes the handle into my stomach kisses me on the ear and nibbles on it making me wince in pain but also whimper quietly in pleasure. Only then did I see why she did that. It was her excuse.

Her eyes glowed a cold blue and her purple body seemed to glow as she snapped the whip catching me on the ear. I yipped and dropped holding onto my ear, wincing as she laughs at me. Another crack of the whip catches me along the shoulders making me cringe and fall forward, landing face first in the ground. Soon though I would realize while my face was against the ground, my backside was in the air and apparently it was to tempting a target because the next thing the whip hit was right between my legs.

I cried out rolling on my back and quickly putting my hands between my legs shook my head. I got the point, she wasn't to be messed with and certainly not hunted. But an example has to be made and guess who got volunteered?

She leans over me and grabbing my good ear between her fingers pulls me painfully to my feet. She shoves the handle of her whip into a spot at the top of the indenture I hadn't noticed before, and kicked me with a solid hoof in the stomach before moving her hands to tear away my armor.

It didn't take much time and what was left of my armor wouldn't do me any good against her. Closing her eyes a moment she chants something and two blocks of earth push up on either side of her hanging whip. She lifts me and wraps the whip around my neck tieing it like a noose.

"If you squirm the blocks will start to sink. I don't think I need to explain what happens should you loose them completely."

My eyes go wide, but I won't give into this. I'll let her have her sick fun, then I'll come back and take my revenge.I try to stay still as I loose sight of her. She has walked around behind me and While I can guess what she plans knowing how she will attempt it is unknown.

The thing with Lasher's is they have a sick perversion to mixing pleasure and pain. The do whatever they can to make their victims scream for release, from both the pain and the maddening pleasure that the Lasher's refuse to let them climax from, using either magic or natural techniques.

I could hear her rustling through what I assumed was my stuff and tried to turn my head only to get a sharp slap knocking my off balance. I guess this counted as squirming as I feel the supports sink and the noose tighten around my neck a little. Something distracted me as I heard the Lasher sniff something and then an odd sound followed by a perverted chuckle.

"So, the little elf like passions of a darker nature. This is something that needs to be...explored."

Confused momentarily I wonder what she is talking about. I get my answer as something cold presses against my tailbone, sliding down between the crack of my rear. My eyes widen as it dawns on me that the demon had found the dagger I used on myself and was going to use it on me!

Something in my body switched on as the wild notion of what this meant. I felt not only the dagger hilt but also her tail snake around my leg. This distracts me while she continues to slide her tail up my leg and the hilt down between my cheeks. Though I quickly loose interest in the tail and fight back every scream in my body to try and get away when the hilt passes the valley and heads for the closest entrance. I shake my head rapidly..."Nooo..Please..I..I've not...NOOooooo!"

I feel the hilt push violently in making me go up on my toes trying to get away from it, the Lasher letting me before putting a hand on my shoulder and forcing me down onto my feet again driving the hilt deep. I feel my feet shuffle and despite not wanting to I start to squirm again. The blocks drop again and I wince as the leather cuts into my neck. If I survive this and she does to I WILL find her and do this to her. She starts twisting the blade making the hilt turn and dig even more into my body and bringing me to near tears with pain. Then she does it...

The tip of her tail has managed to go between my legs and now is gently running over my clit. The feather light touch is maddening and my body tries to sink down to push into the tail which has brought delicious escape from the pain. I don't hear her move nor the sounds until its too late. She has conjured a board and driven the dagger deep into it. I'm now impaled and she doesn't have to hold it meaning she can now sit and watch.

And that's just what she does. With her tail continuing to tease she has me to the point I'm slowly starting to ride the hilt of my own dagger. Not very much but just enough that I can feel the insides scrape and bleed. Soon my own blood has slicked the hilt and still she watches. She sits back licking her lips in a very suggestive way making me blush. I don't dare speak as it is starting to get hard to breath with the excitement.

Then I hear it. A gunshot and some noises. The Lasher looks and curses. "Looks like you get off light this time. But we will meet again" She doesn't leave immediately though. She takes the dagger by the blade, cutting her palm and hissing as she rubs her blood over the blade. She then viciously yanks the dagger out of me making me scream and writhe. She mutters something rubbing her blood over the hilt mixing with mine and then holds it in front of me. "This, the dagger you would use on me...Will now call for blood. And not just any blood." she grins stroking the dagger tip along my clit..."Female blood, from the most precious of places." She grins and in one move buries the blade into my groin. I trash about screaming for a moment the blocks quickly disappearing and hanging me from the Lasher's whip. I start to black out seeing someone...a Tauren..then I black out.

I wake up in Splinter Tree Village. The daggers and armor are next to me and repaired. When asked I'm told I was found hanging from a Lasher's whip, my blades and armor on the ground. I look to the one blade and can hear the Lasher in my head. "You will spill blood for me." I turn and look to the ceiling...I know she is right.