Stable Whore

Okay, I'm going to be perfectly honest about this story...I really don't like how it turned out. One random idea led to another and quite frankly I"m not even sure what i was thinking when half of this was jotted down...

Honestly i forget i even wrote this >.> Turns out i wrote this about 3-4 months ago while i was half asleep or something, heh. Anyway, found it, and well it WAS finished. So i figured I'd upload for the hell of it...

Hope it's a good read...Surprisingly enough, i actually left enough openings for a sequel, but I doubt anyone will be requesting that :P

Scarlet Enclave: Stable Whore

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A quiet groan escaped the draenei as she slowly blinked her eyes back into focus. “My head….Zee hell happened?” She mumbled, a hand moving to rub her aching forehead.

Or it tried to, as she realized a moment later her arm wouldn’t move. Her eyes widened slightly as she tried, and failed to move the other, same result.

Upon further inspection, she noted her head couldn’t move much either. She was locked up in something.

The draenei, Rrazz, winced slightly as she managed to crane her neck just enough to examine her situation. Her hands, and she presumed head were locked up in some form of wooden rack. She’d seen them used by the human’s once or twice, though the name escaped her. Besides, she had bigger things to worry about.

Her bright silver eyes widened slightly as she studied what little of the environment she could see. Everywhere her eyes went, death and bloodshed presented itself.

She wasn’t even sure how she’d ended up here. Or where here was exactly. She recalled joining a group of Argent Dawn soldiers. Though beyond that the rest was a blur, a painful one that made her head throb.

Blowing a stray lock of azure hair from her eyes, the priestess tired her best to spot a familiar face. All she could see however was bodies, lots of blood, and a few horses roaming what appeared to be a stable. Closer examination revealed the majority of the corpses wore a white tabard, a familiar crimson flame emblem stitched into the fabric.

Scarlet crusaders. Had they tied her up? Weren’t the Dawn and Crusade allies?

She noted a few of the bodies, especially one near to her wore dark black armour, his eyes were open even in death and revealed bright blue pupils. “Zee hell.” The armour wasn’t familiar to her. Though obvious it was these, soldiers, and the crusade that was killing each other.

A loud crunch, the sound of bone shattering beneath a boot made Rrazz wince, though she despite the urge to jump at the sound, she forced herself to remain still aside from her initial reaction.

Shifting her head very slightly, she spotted, the boot, only a few feet away from her head. Despite her fear of being noticed, she angled her head upwards.

Nothing but bones, the empty eye sockets glared back at her, and the priestess whimpered as she heard the creaking of bones as it tightened it’s grip on the bloodied sword in it’s skinless hand.

She had no means of fighting back in this blasted thing. So all she could do was wait for the end.
“Back to you’re post. This ones mine.” A voice, cold and emotionless suddenly snapped, causing both the draenei and skeleton to jump slightly. The voice was female, and Rrazz noted with a faint hint of dread that it was accented, like her own…

Almost as if struck, the soldier recoiled and darted away, almost dropping it’s weapon in the process.

Sadly whoever It was that had spoken, had approached from behind, and thanks to the device holding her in place. She couldn’t turn to see them.

“If anyone gets the, pleasure of ending this ones life, It’ll be me.” The voice hissed, and Rrazz gasped when a cold hand came to rest on her back, the chill of the metal seeming to pale in comparison to the overall chill that suddenly filled the air.

Another gasp escaped her a moment later when she realized the hand was on her skin, not her robe. She was naked! Light…

Her cheeks rapidly turned a shade of red at the thought, she was surrounded by light knew what, tied up and stripped of her clothing. Could anything else go wrong?

Her fears were answered when the person moved around to stand in front of her. And once again the draenei was forced to crane her neck upwards to meet their gaze.

The same obsidian black plate armour, the same cold blue eyes. And the priestess noted with each breath a faint mist left the horned helmet. Whoever lurked within was obviously cold, but Rrazz didn’t feel the same chill.

Or rather *she* wasn’t cold, the air around her had suddenly dropped in temperature when this, person had arrived.

Shivering slightly, the draenei let her eyes wander the figure hugging armour for a moment. She had no intention of trying to admire, rather she was trying to think of a way out of this and was hoping to spot something useful, keys perhaps, was this thing even locked?

Instead, she noted how, similar the person was, disturbingly so to herself. Even through the armour, she noted the hooves that weren’t armoured, so this person was either one of her kin, or perhaps a demon of one description or another. Neither really sounded right.

In turn, she noted the way the horns on the helmet curved back behind the, pointed ears that poked out of holes in the sides of the helm. The very tips pointed upwards, just like hers.

The armour was obviously designed to hug the body, and as a result she couldn’t ignore the sizeable chest this, knight had. More then a handful if she were to judge, again much like her own.

“Like what you see/” The figure asked, amusement obvious in her tone. Blushing again, Rrazz averted her gaze. “No need to be shy.” A plate clad hand moved to grab her chin and force her gaze back up to meet the knights. “Not like you haven’t seen all this before.”

The hand was removed, and along with the other, shifted up to unbuckle the helmet. And a moment later, Rrazz yelped in surprise as the helmet was removed and tucked under one arm.

Flowing azure hair that reached the draenei’s neck, unlike her own that was tied into a pony tail the knights was left free. Lips the same black as her armour curled into a cruel smile at the recognition in the woman’s eyes.

The same azure blue skin, same hair, aside from the colour she was the spitting image of the priestess. Which could mean only one thing.

“Z-Zeenia?” She gasped, horrified at the realization. Her sister was, here? “Vh-Vhat zee hell?” Zeenia laughed, the sound cruel and mocking as she sunk into a half crouch to bring them to eye level. Thanks to the device keeping the youngest sibling bent over for the moment. “You look like you’ve seen a ghost Rrazzie…”

In Rrazz’s mind, she had. Her sister had been killed. At the time she’d been told the paladin had died at the hands of the horde. But later learned that had been a lie. The fact that she was standing here though, the draenei was simply at loss for words.

“Yes, yes I died.” Zeenia filled in the blanks as though reading her mind. “Died protecting my fellow soldiers. Bastards left me to rot.” After a moment the oldest of the two stood once again, her hands closing into fists. “I’m sure they regret that mistake now.”

“Zee…Vhat zee hell did they do to you?” Rrazz almost whimpered as the knights eyes narrowed.

“I was abandoned by my friends and left to die. The Lich King offered me a second chance, and I took it. Simple as that.” Zeenia soon vanished from sight, moving around behind Rrazz once again. “You’re lucky Rrazz…Their going to let you live, for now at least.”

The priestess managed a sigh at the news, at least she had a chance to escape. Though something told her this wouldn’t last long or perhaps her sister was lying to her. After all if she was working with the scourge, what reason would she have too tell the truth? “W-Why? Hopink I’ll beg for mercy before zee end?” She asked, her voice shaky, but still holding what she hoped was enough conviction to prove her point. She wouldn’t give them the satisfaction of hearing her cries for help.

“Oh no…That would be nice, but that’s not what they have in mind for you.” She felt the hand run down her back once again. And fought to resist another shiver at the chill.


“Just because me and my fellow death knights are dead. Doesn’t mean we don’t have…needs.” The hand strayed lower this time, lightly running across the priestess’ behind. Another weak gasp escaped her as Zeenia roughly sqeezed one of her cheeks.
“You should be honoured. They only pick the best for this task.” Rrazz hastily bit her lip to stifle herself as one of her siblings fingers ran across her netherlips. Her face rapidly reddened further at both the sensation, the cold metal against warm and very sensitive flesh, and the embarrassment at this being her sister doing this.

“Zee, stop.” She tried weakly to shift and move away from the death knight’s roaming hand, but thanks to her bonds she could do little to escape.

Ignoring the priestess’s protests, Zeenia continued to run a finger up and down her outerlips, a smile soon forming as she noted the faint glisten of her juices in the late afternoon light. “You’re lips say no, but you’re body says yes.” She taunted, before withdrawing her hand.

The death knight briefly glanced about the stables as she began removing her gauntlets. The various dreadsteeds her fellow knights rode wandered this way and that. Though one in particular had drifted closer during the exchange, her own horse.

Smirking slightly, she returned her gaze to Rrazz, her newly unarmoured hand coming to rest on her ass once again. “Tell me something…Not long before, well my rebirth I suppose you could call it…You confessed a certain, curiosity, you had.” She noted the draenei tensed slightly, and failed to hide a giggle at the reaction.

“Did you ever sate that interest? Or did you try to hide behind you’re morals and ignore it?” She waited a long moment, with no response; she simply shrugged and removed her hand from her younger sisters behind.

Any relief this might have provided was swiftly lost as a loud smack broke the brief silence and caused the priestess to yelp in both shock and pain.

Zeenia laughed again as she removed her hand and admired the bright red handprint she’d left on Rrazz’s flesh. “You know I hate being ignored.” She commented, before shrugging slightly and moving back around to stand in front of the draenei.

Again she sunk into a crouch and brought them to eye level. “Regardless, I’m sure you’ll love this.” She winked playfully, before shifting her gaze back to her horse. A moment later she let forth a sharp whistle, and he began to trot closer.

Rrazz spotted the horse as well, and started to squirm once again. “Zee…” She whispered, her eyes widening slightly as she eyed the beast. The memory of her *confession* swiftly came back to her. And she whimpered at the thought that Zeenia might be serious about this.

Horses weren’t something she’d encountered before their arrival on Azeroth. Maybe her people had before, she was to young to remember much before Dranor. And upon discovering them during her first trip into the human lands, she’d grown fascinated by them.

And at one point had mentioned to her sibling that she’d grown, *curious* about them. Priestess or not, she was still a woman.

Now that she considered the situation however, she regretted ever mentioning it.

“He’s a fine horse, and I’m sure he’ll just love a little, reward for all his hard work over the past few days.” Again Rrazz started to squirm, but the situation was hopeless, and she soon gave up. Better to save her strength for later when she had the opportunity to escape, rather then wear herself out fighting uselessly.

“Much as I want to see this, I think it’s only fair I had my fun first.” Rrazz’s eyes snapped back to her sibling.

“Zee, you ca-can’t be serious!” The priestess almost begged. The earlier teasing had been awkward at best for her, but the though of her sister actually having sex with her was just…Insane in her mind.

Zeenia simply shook her head. “I always thought of it as ironic. You, the high and mighty priestess that hated the very concept of sex before marriage, ending up in bed with almost everyone you met. And here’s me, at least willing to have a little fun, never getting anything…”

She stood and began circling around behind Rrazz once again. “I think it’s time I see why the sweet, innocent little priestess got all the attention.” Rrazz couldn’t find a response to that. Her sister was, jealous? Of the fact that she’d been tricked, raped and light knew what else over the past two years? “Being dead has dulled you’re mind Zee.” She groaned, knowing there was little point arguing anymore.

“Maybe, maybe. But it hasn’t dulled anything else.” She heard Zeenia laugh again, before the same chill sensation of her siblings hands on her back made her wince. The faint clinking of metal accompanied the hands moving down her sides before they came to a stop on her hips.

Several seconds passed in silence, before something else struck the draenei’s flesh, surprisingly it wasn’t cold, or as cold as the hands on her waist, instead the warm and damp sensation fo her sisters tongue greeted her thigh as the death knight slowly ran it upwards and paused just shy of her nethers.

A second later she felt the same sensation on her other leg. And squirmed slightly as a result. Despite her reluctance, this wasn’t exactly unwelcome. She hated to admit it, but she was enjoying the feeling of Zeenia’s tongue on her skin, though she knew this was just a warm-up.

Sure enough, another gasp escaped her when she felt the tongue run up her outerlips, and a shudder swept through her at the sudden rush of both pleasure and embarrassment that coloured her cheeks and made her hands flex. “Zee, please, don’t.” She moaned, her body betraying the fact that she was enjoying herself as her hips instinctively shifted back towards the source of the pleasure.

Zeenia wasn’t one to disappoint either. As one hand soon moved downwards and rested against her stomach, her thumb soon seeking out and finding her sisters clit, which it began to lightly rub against, causing another low moan to escape the draenei.

The sound only made her grin slightly. “Look at you. Already begging for it…No wonder everyone picks you over me. Such a little slut.” She commented, and a different gasp escaped the priestess, the death knight snickered, she knew how much Rrazz hated that word, it being deemed an insult in her mind, and in turn being called such would swiftly ruin whatever pleasure she was receiving, at least for a moment.

Rrazz chose not to respond, instead letting her head dip slightly so she could stare at the ground. Much as she hated to admit it, her sister was right. Look at how easily she’d cracked…

After waiting a few seconds to let Rrazz think, Zeenia swiftly started work again. Running her tongue across her lips one final time, she pressed onwards, her fingers moving up to push her netherlips apart so her tongue could delve deeper. Yet again she heard a moan, despite her best attempts to hide it, Rrazz loved every moment.

She had to admit, the priestess tasted divine. She hadn’t done this often, favoring men over women, but just the same, the strangely sweet taste of her sisters juices was incredible. She didn’t dwell on it long, instead focusing on exploring every inch of the priestess’s insides. Once she was confident her sibling could handle her mount, she would focus on her own needs.

Her tongue must have struck a nerve or something, or so she assumed as the tip pushed deeper and she heard Rrazz inhale suddenly, a slight shiver passing through her.

Smiling slightly, she licked the same area again, and noted the same result. She’d have to keep that in mind for later.

Rrazz had given up trying to hide her true feelings by this point. As several loud moans and gasps escaped her as Zeenia struck several sensitive spots. Hell everywhere she touched was sensitive, but several points stood out. It didn’t help that the death knight was obviously quite skilled, her tongue easily making its way far deeper then anyone else had before. Light it was simply divine. If it wasn’t for her current, location and the fact anyone could stumble across and likely join in, she’d probably have been a little more, into it.

That said, she did her best to bite her lip or own tongue in a vain attempt to stifle her sounds of pleasure, which only grew louder with each passing second as she was dragged closer to the brink by her sibling.

Zeenia continued exploring everywhere she could reach, her thumb soon setting to work teasing the priestess’ clit again to help drive her over the edge. Which came surprisingly fast.

She barely even noted her tense, a loud moan and her name being whimpered, before she was met with a wave of the draenei’s sweet fluids. Which she was more then happy to accept and greedily lapped up every drop she could before finally withdrawing, pausing just long enough to plant a kiss on her netherlips before she pulled herself upright and sighed contently. “Not bad…Not bad at all…”

Rrazz, to exhausted to say anything, simply panted heavily and let her head hang limp for a few moments. She wasn’t sure how, but the death knight had sapped what little strength she had easily, and left her helpless.

Of course, while she was busy recovering, Zeenia wasn’t going to give her a moments peace. Whistling again, she beckoned her mount over and lightly patted his nose as she spared the priestess a glance. “Hope you’re ready.” She purred, a grin forming as she moved to whisper quietly in the steed’s ear.

Luckily, even in death her horse was intelligent and listened to her every order. So it only took a few moments to carefully move him into position behind and above the draenei.

Rrazz, still panting heavily, only gasped when she heard the heavy hoof steps of the horse, Somehow she’d forgotten about the horse during the last few minutes .Though only now when she felt the horses, hair? fur? -She wasn’t exactly sure what to call it exactly- brushing against her back as it towered over her, she could only squirm and whimper quietly at the thought.

She was no stranger to sex, Azeroth had seen to that, but she knew horses weren’t small by any stretch of the imagination. There was no way in hell she could take something like that.

Zeenia on the other hand, either didn’t care, or had more confidence in her. Either way, she was determined to see this through, whether the priestess liked it or not.

One hand moved to lightly stroke the horses already rapidly growing shaft. While the other continued to lightly run up and down his side. “Good boy.” She cooed softly, Despite being a death knight, she’d lost little of her compassion for her horse, and lovingly rubbed her cheek against his side while stroking his sizeable member.

Once she was sure he was ready, and confident her earlier assault on the draenei’s body had gotten her wet enough to help proceedings. She sunk into a crouch once again, her hand still lightly rubbing the horses side for a moment, before she shifted both her attention and hands to the goal of helping him enter the priestess.

After a few moments she heard Rrazz gasp as she finally managed to line the head of his shaft up with her nethers, and in turn the horse began to push forwards. Zeenia whispered quietly, and in turn he obeyed, keeping his pace slow so not to hurt her to much.

Despite this however, Rrazz still hissed as the first few inches began to force their way into her. She’d never taken anything this big before. And it hurt quite a bit! “Zee…Stop…Him…” She pleaded, her teeth clenched as she fought the urge to cry. Whether Zeenia heard her or not, she couldn’t say.

Luckily, after about seven or so inches, the horse finally stopped and seemed to hesitate for a few seconds. Giving her just enough time to catch her breath. Before he back to move slowly backwards, and forwards again.

Once the death knight was confident things were going well, she circled once again and to her original position in front of Rrazz. Whom she noted had several tears rolling down her face.

Sinking into a crouch she spared the priestess a somewhat concerned stare. Though it quickly passed, instead being replaced by a scowl. “You’ll get used to it.” She commented, a hand moving to lightly caress the woman’s cheek. “After all, you’ve got a stable full of horses to tend to Rrazz.”

Rrazz could only whimper yet again, though that was mainly due to the horse’s thrusts growing rougher. Obviously the control his mistress had on him was either being forgotten, or she’d told him to pick up the pace at some point, she didn’t know nor care.

Zeenia stood again and set to work unbuckling her belt. As much fun as It was to watch her sister being fucked by her mount. She still had enough of her own free will and emotion that she couldn’t ignore her own needs.

As a result, the death knight swiftly removed the heavy obsidian plates. Somehow Rrazz had missed this due to shutting her eyes, the priestess’ focus being on trying to tune out the pain and focus on what little pleasure he could feel at this point.

She had to admit, despite the fact she wasn’t used to something of the beasts size. It was still a interesting experience. He was stretching her to and beyond her body’s limits, hitting all the sensitive areas without even trying. And she wouldn’t have been surprised if she’d glanced down and seen her stomach bulging due to the size of his member.

Though despite this, she was focusing on trying tune out just how painful it was having her body pushed to its limits like this. With each thrust however, the ache dwindled just a bit more. And she was able to at least accept the monstrous length at this point.

She was forced out of her concentration when a hand suddenly grabbed her by the pony tail. Snapping her eyes open, she was surprised to find Zeenia’s naked pussy mere inches from her face. “Time to return the favour.” She heard her sister say, or rather demand before she tugged her head forwards slightly. Clearly this wasn’t negotiable

Gulping nervously, she once again tried to focus her mind on tuning out the horse’s cock abusing her nethers, and instead pressed her lips to Zeenia’s and lightly ran her tongue up and down for a few moments, before easing her way inside.

Zeenia sighed softly as she felt the tongue slip past her outerlips and begin to explore. “Ohh, not bad.” She grinned as her eyes took in the situation. He sister almost on her knees her face buried in her crotch and in turn the death knights mount thrusting away at her nethers.

So long as he didn’t get to over eager and try doing anything to fast or roughly, she’d probably grow to love it. And if what she heard was true, she’d have plenty of time to get used to it…

Pushing that side, she tightened her grip on the priestess’ hair and pushed her body into her, eagerly grinding herself against her siblings face. “Good girl.” She moaned, her own eyes closing as she savoured the moment.

A muffled yelp was her only response, and she could only assume by the way Rrazz’s body suddenly shifted that her mount had delivered a rather powerful thrust. Likely getting close thanks to the lack of any real stimulation in quite a while.

Rrazz came to the same conclusion. The thrusts growing harder and rougher, the feeling of his shart twitching slightly inside her. She knew what was happening, though the draenei was, naturally powerless to stop it.

Instead, due to Zeenia still having a firm grip on her hair, she simply pushed her tongue deeper, doing her best to mimic the death knights earlier actions and strike the right places, she had no choice but to pleasure her. So the best option was to just do her best and get it over with as quickly as possible.

Zeenia waited for a few moments longer, until she was sure her mount couldn’t last any longer, before she let go of Rrazz and stepped back, putting her own pleasure on hold for a few moments. Without pause, she sunk to one knee and grinned as she watched the priestess pant and whimper.

“Moan you little slut!” She suddenly growled, a feral grin forming as she watched her like a hawk. “Admit how much you’re enjoying this!” The death knight waited patiently, expecting her to deny it, or maybe try to fight.

Instead the draenei simply moaned louder then before. “S-So good. He’s so big!” Rrazz gasped suddenly, her head dipping downwards to hide the bright red blush overtaking her face. Despite her best attempts to ignore how good it felt. There was no denying she was enjoying the rough treatment, there was just something so, wrong about it that made it all the more interesting.

Zeenia grinned again as she stood and lightly patted her horses nose. “Best you give her what she wants boy.” She cooed, before returning to her original position, her hand closing around Rrazz’s pony tail once again as she forced her to return to her earlier task.

Rrazz couldn’t help but whimper as she felt the horse thrust one final time, the head of his member pushing deeper then before into her and causing a fresh wave of pain. Though she didn’t have time to think about that, as a second later she felt a sudden rush of warmth as the first burst of cum flowed into her nethers.

Despite everything she’d gone through so far, the priestess moaned happily as she felt her insides being filled with the beast’s seed. Light there was so much! And even with him still buried deep inside, she could feel it running down the insides of her legs. Again she shuddered, but this time as a sudden burst of pleasure swept through her body, and she felt her own juices mix with the horses. Surprisingly, her second orgasm was better then the last. How exactly she’d gained enough pleasure from that she couldn’t say. Though she didn’t really have the time or inclination to dwell on it as Zeenia once again began grinding her nethers into her lips. Forcing her to resume her task despite the need to stop and catch her breath.

Zeenia, much like her mount, hadn’t done this in quite a while, and as such even with Rrazz’s poor sexual skills, was soon feeling her own pleasure reaching its peak.

She held her in place for a few seconds longer, before letting go of the priestess’ hair and simply leaving her to finish the job. She was only mildly surprised when Rrazz didn’t stop, but seemed to grow bolder, her tongue delving deeper as though the sudden lack of force made her more eager to please.

Regardless, Zeenia soon bit her lip, a loud delighted moan escaping her regardless as she felt her orgasm wrack her body. “F-Fel…Go-Good…” She panted, the sudden rush of delight almost taking her legs out from under her.

Luckily she was able to stay upright, and soon retreated before Rrazz started again. “I can see why everyone wants a turn with you. But they’ll have to wait till after you finish you’re time as the stable whore.” She quickly retrieved and resecured her armour, before lightly patting her sister on the head. “Have fun.” She giggled, before moving away from the priestess.

Luckily in the time it had taken her to reequip her armour, her horse had finished as well and wandered off, sated, at least for the time being.

Rrazz didn’t pay much attention to their departure. Instead she simply stared at the ground in front of her, tears clouding her vision and running down her cheeks as she slowly came to terms with everything that had happened. The biggest thing that wracked her with sorrow and guilt was the fact that not only had her sister more or less raped her, but in turn she’d been forced to join the scourge.

An hour passed before she began toying with the strange device holding her in place. Though unsurprisingly it wouldn’t yield. She refused to give up though. And was still busy trying to squirm free even when another horse began to wander towards her…