Welcome to the Stockades.

Welcome to the Stockades!

The trio of adventurers look at each other worriedly, before turning there gaze back upon the stairwell leading into the Stormwind Stockades.

“Hmmm…Well, after you.” A human woman, the first of the group, gestured forwards, her sky blue eyes focusing upon the imposing figure next to her.

This woman was a draenei, and not just any draenei, but a death knight. Cold blue eyes, deep azure skin, and a pair of honrs more then capable of puncturing a unarmoured target making up her more noticeable features. Smooth, full black lips and an almost eerie smile completed her face, aside from the eyes, she was a beauty to behold, dead or not. Part of her face was obscured by her flowing, shoulder length azure hair.

“Just because you’re paying me…Doesn’t mean I have to lead the charge.” She responded gruffly, her eyes narrowing slightly. “You go first!” She nudged the human forward a step with the hilt of her massive rune etched sword.

Aside from her blue eyes, the human’s hair was raven black and almost reached her ass, the heart shaped, pert behind that drew every eye she passed, male or female.. warm pink lips that likely had seen there fair share of action smiled shyly back at the knight, before she glanced past her to the third figure, this one surprisingly, or not, being female as well.

The night elf gulped, her already deep purple skin darkening further due to a heavy blush. “Do-Don’t look at me! This wasn’t even my idea!” She whimpered, half ducking behind the draenei for protection. Her flowing teal hair obscured most of her face, but like the rest she had full luscious lips and a figure to die for. She had by far the largest breasts in the group, the draenei being second, followed by the human.

“Fine! You bunch of pussies.” Zeenia, the death knight and most experienced of the group, snapped, her gauntlets creaking slightly as she gripped her rune blade more tightly then before.

It sounded simple enough. The two girls needed to off some prisoner or another. And were paying her to see them through. As the obsidian black armour, adorned with skulls proved, she was no armature.

“Come on.’ She nodded towards the stairs. Before slowly advancing, the dull clunks of hooves on stone assaulting her ears each time she moved.

As they reached the bottom of the stairs, the sound of banging metal and footsteps was heard. More cells being opened, more prisoners being freed with each passing second.

Gulping nervously, the night elf drew her staff, the tip flaring green as she channelled her druidic powers into it. The draenei’s blade glowed brightly, the runes feeding power to it’s owner. And the human drew a pair of daggers, her foot steps unheard as she drifted to one side and vanished into the shadows.

“You ready?” Zeenia asked, both of the girls murmuring an agreement.

“Let’s do this.” She started to walk forward, and could hear the first gang of prisoners advancing upon them at the same time.

A few minutes later. And the group was locked in battle with there opponents. At least a dozen of the defies had attacked, and caught the group off guard.

Zeenia however, didn’t bat an eye as she easily cleaved a path through the majority and sent the others running deeper into the prison. “Too easy.” She purred, the blade coming up to her lips, her tongue snaking out to taste the freshly spilled blood. “Delicious.”

The other two averted there gaze during this scene. There stomachs turning thanks to the thought alone, they didn’t need to see her do it.

Another hour passed, one, two, or a dozen at once. It didn’t matter, the death knight butchered them all the same.

At least they reached one of the main cell blocks. There had to be at least fifty of the bastards in there. And across from them, the orc they were hunting, he seemed to be delivering a speech or something, though the distance made it impossible to really judge what he was saying at the moment.

“There he is. All we need is his head.” The human, Mira, whispered.

“Lots of them.” Zeenia commented, her blade coming up into a defensive position. “I say we creep in, silently drop a few at a time, thin em out a bit.” She made a slight gesture, indicating a circle movement around one side of the room.

“Fifty gold says you can take them all.” The druid, Allia, said smugly, her devious grin forming.

“Are you fucking nuts!?” Zeenia hissed, keeping her voice low so they weren’t heard. Little did they know, the defies knew they were there, and was in fact just waiting for the right moment to strike.

“No, I’m not that good Ali.” She mumbled, before nodding towards the room. “Lets move. You two stay back and support me as best as you can.”

She slipped into the room, hugging the wall all the way as she crept from shadow to shadow. One unluck defies met her blade and fell. Though that was as far as she got.

“ZEENIA!” She whipped around, eyes widening in horror as she caught sight of her two companions. Both now being held, and struggling against, a pair of burly prisoners. She knew they wouldn’t get free. And sprung into action.

She made it halfway to them, when a sickening crack was heard, and stars exploded behind her eyes. She turned sluggishly as the corners of her vision faded to black, then more and more of her sight failed.

The death knight caught sight of a human holding a blood stained club. “Sweet dreams slut.” He chuckled. Before everything went black.


How long had passed she didn’t know. But as conciseness returned to the draenei. She noted several glaring flaws from her earlier black out.

For one, it was cold, much colder then before. For another, she could feel something against her wrists, something cool yet firm.

She almost had a massive head ache. Which, upon trying to rub the sore spot, she realized those cool things on her wrists, were chains, and she was held in place.

Gulping nervously, Zeenia blinked her eyes back into focus. At the same time her other senses began to awaken as well.

Sobbing was the first thing she heard. Followed by a constant, smacking sound. She shivered again.

Turning left, she spotted Allia, chained to the wall as well, limp in her bonds and sobbing quietly. Her teal hair obscured most of her face, but she didn’t need to see her face to know she was in pain and distressed. What she couldn’t see though, was the streaks of white marring her purple skin.

Turning to her right, made the draenei’s heart stop, or would have if it hadn’t already.

There was Mira, on her knees, naked no less, one of the defies towering over her. He had a firm grip on her hair, and was forcing her back and forth along his cock.

The smacking sound being his groin meeting her face over and over as he fucked her mouth. Tears streamed down the woman’s face, but aside from that, she couldn’t act, Thanks in no small part to the iron handcuffs keeping her hands locked behind her back.

Growling in anger, she strained and tried to break the chians holding her back. She’d make the bastard pay for touching her friend!

It was then she observed the situation more closely. Namely the fact that the rogue’s face was stained with seed already. Not to mention she could hear the soft patting of more leaking out of her abused nethers and hitting the floor.

He clearly wasn’t the first to use Mira. Blushing in barely contained rage and hatered. The death knight growled again, she was so focused on him, that she didn’t see another person enter the cell they were locked up in.

“Silence whore!” A voice barked. A moment later a hand connected with the side of her head. And for the second time that day she saw stars and almost blacked out.

“Fuck you…” She groaned, her eyes turning upwards to glare at the human standing before her. Though her mouth snapped shut a second later thanks to him being naked and his sizeable length inches from her lips.

Bitting her lip, she refused to open her mouth again, merely glared up and him, defiance and hatred contorting her face.

A much louder smack was heard, and the draenei was forced to turn her gaze away from him. The whimpers accompanying the sound worrying her.

She flinched at the sight. A second defies having apparently having hauled Mira up to her hands and knees, a bright red handprint on her left cheek telling the story of the sound.

He hadn’t stopped though. Already he was forcing his member past her abused cheeks and deep into her ass. This being the reason why she was whimpering so much, pain overriding what little pleasure she might have gained from the rough thrusts from both sides.

Her face redder then before. The draenei turned back to the human, whom somehow had procured a dagger and now held it dangerously close to her cheek. “Suck it or pay slut.” He snarled, pushing his cock against her lips.

Knowing it was this or death, she reluctantly parted her lips and let him slide past her obsidian lips. once he was a decent way inside, she allowed her tongue to grind against the underside. Knowing the sooner she got him off, the sooner he’d leave her alone.

Zeenia closed her eyes for a moment, silently wishing the nightmare was just that. And when she opened them she would be in a tavern or something, too dang drunk to keep her dreams in check

But now, a loud scream pierced her thoughts and made the death knight’s eyes fly open. “No, please!” She followed the voice back to Allia, whom had been unchained, and was being led out of the room by a pair of humans.

Nothing could be done however, she was still locked in place, weapon less and unable to do anything.

Even the draenei had tears in her eyes now. She had promised to protect her friends. And look at the mess they were in now!


Zeenia blinked them away and remained steadfast. She couldn’t show weakness, right now the others needed her. If she cracked and started bawling her eyes out about being raped, the others would likely lose all hope of escape.

There had to be a way out of this mess. Wait, the Stormwind guard was sending squad in after them! That was there ticket out of here! The guards would come, find them, and rescue them! They just had to outlast the defies and wait for the rescue party.

How long would it take them though? That was the real question.

“Hmm your pretty good…” She felt his hands, firm but gentle. Grip her horns and start forcing her head to bob up and down his length. She didn’t need to breath, not like living people, so he couldn’t make her gag or choke, nor would she give him the satisfaction of hearing her suffer.

He forced her back and forth for several minutes. The death knight quietly noted, more to keep herself amused then from actual enjoyment, that her lips were stretched to the point where she could feel every tiny ridge, bump, and imperfection in his cock.

Soon enough though, he groaned in pleasure, and she felt something warm and sticky hit the back of her throat. Closely followed by several more spurts of his thick seed. “Swallow it whore.” He growled, the dagger still loosely pointed in her direction.

Knowing better then to fight. She gulped down his sweet and enticing seed and ensured to clean his shaft up afterwards. By the time he pulled out, she was bright red due to her blush, she’d willingly done that, the dagger had nothing to do with that. “Not bad…I’ll be defiantly coming back soon goat.” He left chuckling. And she started straining at her bonds again.

“Cowards! Why don’t you rape us when were not chained up!” She snapped, ignoring Mira and the two still abusing her for the time being.


Mira on the other hand, was sobbing quietly, despite the thick shaft almost choking her. She fought to breath around it, but aside from brief snatches of air between sharp thrusts, the human was almost entirely cut off from oxygen.


She whimpered quietly as the human behind her delivered another loud smack to her already raw behind. This caused a fresh wave of tears to flow. Much to both men’s amusement.

“Spank her again. I think she likes it!” The one face fucking her said with a laugh.

The one behind her however shook his head. “Not yet…Don’t want it getting boring or something.” He continued to push and pull her back and forth along his member, each time he pushed in, she felt her insides being stretched to its very limits to accept him.

Sadly while her mouth and nethers had been used by a number of different men and women. Her ass was virgin and untouched. She shivered as another thrust sent her crashing forwards and the first human’s cock sliding down her throat.

A second later she was coughing and gasping as he suddenly started sending a seemingly endless stream of semen down her throat.


Zeenia eventually blacked out again. Exhaustion and guilt forcing it upon her. When next she woke, the draenei noted the room had changed, and now she was bent over a table of some sort, her hands once again manacled to it.

She could feel the cool air upon her thighs and sex. And gasped as she realized they’d stripped her at some point.

“Looks like she’s coming too. “ A voice said behind her. More a deep growl then a simple voice. “I’ve been dieing to get my hands on a draenei.” She felt a hand land on her ass and roughly squeeze her cheek. It was rough and scarred she noted, and the voice followed by a deep chuckle.

The death knight realized with a mixture of horror who was standing behind her. The very orc they’d been sent to kill, was standing there, able to do whatever the fuck he wanted to her. And there was nothing she could do to stop him.

“Tight bitch by the looks…This’ll be fu-“ There was a loud bang from outside. Followed by several shouts. “What’s going on?” The orc snarled, she heard him and whoever he was talking to rush out of the room. The door being behind her, she could only stare at the flickering shadows upon the wall, the sputtering torch failing to properly illuminate the room.

Slowly, the sounds died away. And she heard footsteps approaching the room. Gasping quietly, she slowly braced herself, ready to lash out with one hoof if she got the chance.

Suddenly the footsteps were joined by clanking armour. And she heard first one, then two people enter the room.

“Light, looks like we made it just in time.” A gruff, clearly human voice said.

”Yeah. We found the others in a similar way. Looks like the defies were having there way with them as well.”

They weren’t defies? She heard footsteps, and one of the figures moved around in front of her. Clad head to foot in heavy plate armour, the lion of Stromwind in gold upon his blue tabard.

Rescue at fucking last!

The officer, as she pegged him by the way he moved, studied her closely. “You two! Cut her loose! And find her gear for lights sake! I need to make sure the prisoners are dead or locked up again!”

He sprinted out of the room, and she sighed with relief. Finally she was going to get out of here. Her and the others.

“Right, lets just unlock these then.” Zeenia saw a pair of hands move into view and start toying with the cuffs holding her down.

“Wait!” A voice called from behind them, clearly the second solder.

“What?”

“Think about it mate..” She heard the distinct clicks of someone unbuckling there armour. “There’s a draenei girl. Tied up and bent over…Just begging for a cock. And your going to cut her loose?”

“What are you saying?” The other soldier demanded.

“We’ll get her out of here…After were done.” She heard the clang of metal on metal.

The hands vanished from view, and she heard a similar sound a moment later. “Sounds good to me…which hole you want?”

A loud thud was heard as Zeenia’s head struck the table, a moment later, she lifted up again, before dropping it with another loud thud. “Kill me now.” She hissed.