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"New Lands, New Opportunities - Pt.4"

[TRIGGER WARNING: IMPLIED SEXUAL ASSAULT, ENSLAVEMENT]




Night descended on the fetid swamps of Nazmir and the Blood Troll village Rosinthel had found herself bound to. She was growing weaker with each disgusting act of servitude and accompanying void whisper. One by one she cleaned up the remains of each sacrifice, preparing the rancid alter for the Blood Trolls next victim until the larger male troll tasked with overseeing her barked some incomprehensible orders in his native tongue at her and pointed to a small hut that sat atop a hill, looking down to the sacrificial gathering spot below. She turned to look up at his physical commands with dead, defeated eyes; obeying as she drug herself up the incline to the hut. Inside there was a blood stained table, a hammock, and a wooden cage. "Get in it...you know damned well that bed isn't for you. You don't deserve comfort after everything you have done - or failed to do..." the voice cackled maniacally, and with a soft sigh, she began to make her way to the cage before a firm hand grabbed her arm and spun her around violently.


The male troll stool towering over her with his massive stature, her eyes meeting his chest before he crouched down to meet her eye to eye. He placed both of his hands atop her shoulders, two of his 3 fingers per hand inside the collar of her shirt as she began to pull outward slowly. The small elf shut her eyes tight as the whispers attacked her psyche. "Give in to it...you know what he wants...DO IT! GIVE UP!" The voice echoed as it trailed off and with one quick jerk, the Troll ripped her damaged top off - exposing her pale, void-touched body. "Ah, look at you now, chil'...ya be lookin' like a snack..." he chuckled, flashing a wicked smile as he drug a dirty, bloodstained finger across her bare breast. Rosinthel kept her eyes shut and her arms to her side, attempting to steady her heart rate in order to keep her fear hidden. She knew that he wanted to see her scared and she still had some fight left in her. He looked her up and down, studying her. "Wha else ya be hidin' for me, now I wonda?" His hands moved down her waist and to her hips as he slid down her pants, slowly taking in the sight of her teal bush as he reached to the table beside him to grab a knife caked in dried blood.


Standing back up to tower over her once more, he grabbed her by the back of the head forcefully, jerking her head back to expose her neck as he held the dirty blade to her throat. "You and I..." he started, "We be goin' to have fun now, ya see?" The blade dug into her neck as she maintained her composure. "Ting is, chil'..." his voice suddenly fell flat and with a gutteral growl, "I wan' ya to scream!" His left hand dug his nails into her hip as he bit her shoulder, drawing blood. The naked Ren'Dorei couldn't hold back any more and let out a loud roar of pain as she attempted to fight him off. "Let go, quit resisting..." the voice continued. She couldn't give up that easy. The troll was double her size and she wasn't skilled in hand to hand combat, but she couldn't just give up. The pair squirmed and tussled in violent conflict on the filthy floor as he attempted to mount her. Blow after blow struck her body as she clawed, bit, and fought her way in vain attempt to free herself from the assault. In what seemed like an eternity, he had successfully worn her out and pinned her down; one massive hand holding both of hers above her head as he fumbled with his pants, attempting to ready himself for the deed.


She lied there, defeated, as the familiar echo returned, "You've lost...again. When will you quit struggling? When will you listen to me? When will you realize that I know what is right for you?" Her bare chest heaved in attempt to catch her breath as she readied herself for the next vicious act that seemed to be in store for her. She simply hadn't the energy left to continue fighting. Glancing up to the troll, she attempted to incite mercy with failed response. He stared into her eyes aggressively with his jet black gaze as he continued to struggle with his pants, finally freeing himself as he pressed himself against her spread thighs. "I been waitin' for dis since I saw ya. Ya ain't gonna be no sacrifice If'n I can help it..." he pressed deeper into her as pain shot through her hips. He put his forearm across her neck, applying steady pressure to her trachea. "Ya belon' to ol' Xanji now, ya hear? If'n ya fight me, I may not be killin' ya outright, chil'; but ya gonna wish ya be dead so jus' do what I be tell'n ya." She instinctually brought her hands up to his forearm, squirming as she attempted to lift his weight from her throat. "Ya be strugglin' still, tch tch...when ya gonna trus' me now?" His brow furrowed and his voice deepened once more as he held down tighter, choking her unconcious. She lie there, vulnerable to the trolls advances as he ravaged her lifeless body to completion. "Ya gonna learn, chil'..."


The entire violent act was finished almost as soon as it began as the troll stood up and used her shredded clothing to clean the various fluids up with. Once everything was put back in place, he bent to drag her unconscious body into the cage as he tucked her feet under her limp frame; throwing her dirty clothes in the kennel to use as bedding before securing the door. He stood back briefly, arms folded with a smile to take in the sight of his new, battered trophy before making his way outside in search of food and clothing for his new "pet" while he thought of a way to convince the Ma'da to spare the lithe elf he wanted to keep...


(TBC)

"New Lands, New Opportunities Pt.3"

[TRIGGER WARNING: Torture, Abuse]


Rosinthel awoke bound and gagged atop a large isopod-like creature. The sun had set far in the sky; nightfall was upon her and what seemed to be a small party of perhaps ten or so making their way through the dunes near the Nazmir border - far off her original course. The hulking creatures appeared to be of the rumored serpent race, Sethrak, and as she soon realized this to be the case; things did not look good. She closed her eyes, not wishing to drawn attention to heself as plan after plan to escape darted and dashed through her mind, each one seeming more futile than the last as she had no weapon and she had no companion - "NUALA!" She thought, her mind racing as she held back pangs of guilt for having left the great beast behind. "Oh please, have no harm come to her..." The thought of the stoic creature left alone in an alien environment tore through Rosinthels heart like a sharpened blade as every dark thought of her beloved companion wasting away from her failure to secure the area flooded her psyche.


Just as she began to fight back tears, a loud explosion hit the party followed by blood effectively covering the entire group. Shell-shocked and confused the Sethrak searched themselves for injuries only to realize the blood was not their own. Amidst the confusion, an intense tribal yell was roared out as a massive party of Blood Trolls overtook the caravan. "Round dem up and keep dem alive! We need more sacrifices for G'huun!" a blood soaked Matron called out; swinging a bola above her head to release in the direction of a fleeing Sethrak slaver. She bared her bloodstained teeth in a wicked grin as the bola landed its target face down in the sands in rough impact.


Rosinthel had no way to flee as she watched her initial capturers fall one by one to the Blood Troll assault. The unusual beast she was strapped atop attempted to flee, but was met by a pack of nightmarish and ravenous bipedal creatures that quickly took its many legs from under it, forcing it to the ground before being called back by the Head Matron. It wasn't long before two emaciated, gangly male blood trolls found her; one much larger than the other. The two spoke in a language unknown to Rosinthel, "Ma'da gonna be pleased with dis one 'ere." the smaller one chuckled to the other. "Ay, she be lookin' differen' den de rest." the taller one responded as he proceeded to unstrap the small elf from the beast only to nonchalantly toss her over his towering shoulder; carrying her off into the swamps of Nazmir with the other captives.


Upon their arrival to the Matron, the larger of the two dropped her from his shoulder onto the hard ground as the two males bowed down in front of the Matron, hands on the floor in submission. "We found dis one atop de krolusk, Ma'da." The Ranger cried out in pain as her shoulder slammed into the worn stone below, instinctively squirming in attempt to break free. The Matron took a knee as she gripped Rosinthels face with a boney hand, sharp nails digging into her cheeks hard enough to draw blood. She looked the Ren'dorei over closely, taking note of her distinct features. Her entire hand and body reaked of old, dried blood touched with death as the Matron spoke in incomprehensible form, "Now, now, 'dere child. While ya be a worthy sacrifice for G'huun, we neva see ya kind 'ere before. So..." her fetid breath hit the Ranger hard, "We be savin' ya for last." A sadistic chuckle escaped the Matrons lips as she gripped the elfs face harder, before shoving her back down to the ground before licking the freshly drawn blood from her nails "Suspend 'er, have 'er witness G'huuns might." The two males scurried upright and began to carry off the struggling Void Elf as she screamed cries of defiance from beneath the gag.


She continued to struggle as the larger blood troll carried her through the filthy camp. The horrors before her quickly stilled her actions however as she bore witness to the sadistic and masochistic ways of this tribe. Mutilated, blood drained corpses of various races hung rotting from the huts in ornamental display while piles of bones were thrown into fetid pits for the nightmarish beasts she had witnessed working alongside the blood trolls during the assault. Her eyes were focused on the atrocities before her as the smaller blood troll began to ready the restraints around her wrists. Rosinthel found herself weeping, unsure of where or what was going to happen to her as the larger troll lowered her to the ground before hoisting her up by her wrists to suspend in the air, facing what seemed to be an alter covered in blood and entrails.


Once suspended and secured, the larger male turned to the elf to watch her expressions as one of her initial Sethrak capturers was drug to the alter against his will with the help of the smaller Troll. She cried out as her eyes widened at the struggle the serpent put up. "Shh mon, shh. It be alright. His sacrifice be feedin' G'huun and G'huun be givin' us power. Ya learn soon enough." and with that final comment he struck her behind the legs with a swamp reed. Cries of agony erupted forth from her gagged mouth as the reed landed a sharp blow to the back of her thighs. "Look at you, strung up there, powerless to help...again. Pathetic." An all too familiar voice assaulted her mind...


The Ren'dorei's frame suddenly went limp as she fixated on the atrocity unfurling before her, taking every void whisper as it came. "You sought me out, like a child seeks a parent..." the seductive voice taunted,"You sought power to make up for your own inability to save your people, your family." She began to struggle as the Trolls beat the Sethrak into submission, brutalizing him to a point where he could struggle no longer as his chest still heaved with painful draws. The ritual was beginning. "Look at him, splayed atop that alter. Not so different than Arthas raising your family now, is it?" the voice echoed laughter. "You weren't there to witness that, but look at you here now - take it all in. His death feeds us and you have failed, again." Emphasis was dropped hard on the last word as she began to break down into uncontrollable sobs at the sight of the Sethrak being mutilated beyond recognition upon the alter of blood. His life energy swirling in an intense light as it traveled to the Old God before finally being snuffed out. "Your family, your people, your allies at the Gates of Lordaeron, even your feline companion...all...your...fault." The firm voice trailed off...


The Ranger hung there, lifeless, as the Matron walked by with a wicked grin as she spoke to the larger Troll, "Drop 'er and have 'er ready de alter for de next sacrifice." "Yes Ma'da." he obeyed as he cut her down. He then pointed to her restraints, to the woods and then to his reed as if to convey that if she ran he would strike her down. She nodded in compliance as he cut her free and lowered her gag. Her jaw was stiff from being forced open for so long. She began to rub her bruised wrists and jaw in a moment of solace before she was abruptly pushed towards the alter. Unsure of what was going to happen to her she broke down to her knees in uncontrollable fear, begging the towering Troll not to sacrifice her before being whipped across her arm with the reed, breaking through her shirt and through to her skin adding a nasty laceration to her forearm.


He threw a basket at her and used his arm in a sweeping motion, pointing at the alter before taking a seat on a nearby stone to oversee her work. She grabbed her arm, applying firm pressure to attempt to curb the bleeding as she slowly turned around to pick up the basket, blood now soaking through her torn sleeve. Soft cries from emotional torment flooded her as approached the alter and began to remove the very few mutilated parts of what was left of the Sethrak into the basket. Most of the larger pieces had already been taken away to be prepared as food for the cannibalistic tribe, however the entrails and such had been left behind as what would appear as food for the war beasts in the nearby pit.


With the alter cleaned and the basket filled she looked back to the troll, who was taking apparent pleasure at the mental abuse the Ren'Dorei was struggling with. Upon noticing the job was complete he approached her, looking around to see if any of the other tribe members could see them before he placed a hand on her face, turning her head to expose her neck as he caressed the bare skin with an evil smile. "You love it..." a whisper repeated in her head before the Troll quickly straightened up at the sound of someone approaching. Drawing his reed he belted the elf in the ribs before pointing to the filled basket and ushering her to the pit of beasts, where she would drop off the leftovers.


She had given up, the whispers were right. Her defeat in the 3rd war was her fault. Her family perishing was her fault and even Nuala was her fault. This what what she deserved and she was actually growing to enjoy the freedom the painful whispers provided her. She continued to witness and clean up after the sacrifices one by one like a mindless slave until she noticed that the fresh body count was getting lower and soon her number would be up. Where fear would once flood her, she was numb...the void whispers had her fully convinced it was in her best interest...


(TBC)

(New Lands, New Opportunities Pt.2)


The small, lithe elf continued to make her way through the Alliance foothold of Shatterstone Harbor as the unforgiving sun pressed down hard upon her. The breeze through the makeshift streets didn't offer much relief as the wind kicked up the dry parched earth below. It wasn't long until she came across a middle aged human man, clad in Alliance colors, barking orders left and right to seemingly new faces atop a shattered terrace. "This must be my contact..." she pondered momentarily before she made her way up the terrace to report in.


She approached the man, Nuala in tow, to meet his green gaze; her hand extended with the folded documentation of her mission she had accepted in Kul Tiras. "Ah, you don't seem like a new recruit - too soft. You must be the trailblazer I've been waiting on, took you long enough!" he bellowed out in a harsh, raspy tone as a playful smirk crossed his weathered and war torn face. Rosinthel and Nuala both startled at the sudden boom of volume in the mans voice as she gave him a polite nod in agreement before speaking in her typical calm, melodic manner, "Yes Sir, Rosinthel Duskrunner reporting in, the beast here is Nuala. We are ready to lend our aid for the Alliance." "Sergeant Ermey..." the man replied with an informal salute as he unfurled the paperwork to glance over, mumbling to himself as he read.


"Ah, yes, I see." He continued on as he read the mission details; looking up over the paperwork to meet her eyes once more. "Given your uhm, ethnicity, I assume you know what the job details then?" It was obvious he meant no harm, but the emphasis he put on her racial background cut like a knife. She chuckled softly in response, "Yes Sir, I do. Leave it to Nuala and I to find you an alternate route to Deadwood Cove." "Good, good, well then..." he hastily rolled the missive back up, turning to place it in a crate behind a desk, "Get a MOVE ON!" he roared once more, laughing at how easily startled the two were as they jumped back slightly before grabbing her pack and heading out. As the Ranger and her companion made their way out of the encampment, Sergeant Ermey smiled as he thought to himself,"Ahh, they'll be fine in the quiet wilds."


The two made their way through a small, winding canyon before they reached the vast open sea of sand dunes. Rosinthel looked down to her jet black companion from underneath her cowl, taking note of pale dusty dunes before them. She searched around before grabbing handful after handful of the mineral rich sands, smearing them into the great tigress' coat - essentially blending the non-native beast in with the new, earth rich tones of the environment. Fully camouflaged, she gave the dusky copper creature a nod of approval before they set off through the dunes.


The suns radiant heat continued to beat down upon them, amplifying and reflecting off of the burning sands below. If they didn't find shelter soon, they would indeed perish. The pair took refuge under what looked to be the ruins of an ancient troll civilization as she dug through her pack for her trusty bronze telescope to scan the horizon of life; for where there was life, surely there would be water. It wasn't long until she spotted a small group of Saurolisks basking in the desert sun nearby. Packing her scope she ushered the noticeably dehydrated tigress to push on a bit further as they made their way to investigate this area of activity.


The Ranger took note of the hostile beasts position but also that the reptiles seemed enthralled by the mid day suns energy. She used this to her advantage as she crept around them slowly, not drawing attention to herself, before noticing a path that lead down into a lush oasis. She knew better than to rush into the seemingly tranquil area and instead perched herself atop a small outcrop of boulders as Nuala ventured down below. Telescope in hand once more, she followed Nualas movements as she stalked her way down the winding path, taking heed for any hostilities.


Rosinthel continued to track the beasts movements as two humanoid figures appeared from under the nearby sands without a sound. She didn't have a chance to alert Nuala before she was struck on the back of the head, falling to the ground with a soft thud. All went black as she felt herself being bound and carried off by what appeared to be large serpents...leaving the tigress alone in the oasis, unaware of her Mistresses plight.


(TBC)

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