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Tar and ash. That was all Mizzy could smell. As an Order of Whisper's agent she had been tasked with leading her unit into Flame Legion territory and assassinating a possible candidate for Flame Legion's head position, Tribune. He was a powerful and cunning Charr shaman, and unfortunately, Mizzy had underestimated him. Leading her team into the scorched lands of the Flame Legion she had expected their abilities in stealth to be sufficient, for the Flame Legion Charr to be distracted with their war with their brethren, but the Legion had been prepared for infiltration. Perhaps someone had tipped them off, or perhaps their information wasn't the best, either way, upon their entrance into the region they were met with flame. Shamans rained fire upon them through the area. Escape was the only option they could pursue, but their path back home was blocked, they could only go deeper into the region. The chase had been long. They couldn't shake the group of Shamans off and eventually their numbers dwindled until only Mizzy survived. As a lone Asura there was only so much she could do. She was in the middle of Flame Legion territory with no hope for rescue. The least she could do was complete her mission. Unfortunately the fort where the target was had been prepared. Mizzy had been caught. Shackled, clothes charred and torn, hair loose and over her eyes she hung against the wall of a Flame Legion fort awaiting her fate. She would soon see her friends and it would be all over; if only fate were that kind.

Mizzy's eyes were shut and her head hung low, she tried at the shackles upon her wrists, sighing when they refused to budge. They had made adjustments to the shackles for Asuran wrists, or they already had some prepared. She could hear movement all around her, Flame Legion setting up their base, reinforcing their defenses. She could hear muttering among the ranks of soldiers and shaman. Mizzy then heard loudly among the group, "Gut her! She's just a rat! She deserves nothing less than an execution!"

Another voice answered in a snarl, "I say torture, we'd get information out of her, good information." this received a cheer throughout the gathered Flame Legion

A calm gruff voice called out in response and upon his call the others went silent listening intently to that voice, "The mouse won't break. Their kind have strong minds, and this one is a mesmer. Death won't do either...wouldn't that be boring, besides" he paused long enough to step next to Mizzy and grip on to the remains of her clothing tearing them off, revealing her nude grey form to the camp, "She's a perfectly healthy female..."

Mizzy opened her eyes wide at this and she could see a grey furred Charr, arms aflame staring directly at her. The source of the calm voice had been her target, the candidate for Flame Legion Tribune, Sarrock Brimstone. His words, his actions had sent a panic through her body, her heart beating quickly. Her body had been exposed to an entire camp of hungry Charr male who were now cheering and snarling. If they weren't too picky they would take turns splitting her in half. She could see Flame Legion Charr licking their chops around the Fort, Brimstone grinning from ear to ear as he registered the emotions flashing through her mind. She could resist whatever torture they had, but if they didn't want information out of her, they would use her in other ways; a fate truly worse than any death they could come up with.

Mizzy's chains were removed from the wall and she was brought before Brimstone himself upon her knees, her head held so she was forced to look up at him. He stood there with his arms crossed, literal flames burning from his eyes. Being near him made her feel like melting, already sweat dotting her nude body which she desperately wished to cover. Brimstone yelled, "To the Citadel with her! I'll break her will there.." before they pushed her into a steady walk. It appeared as though she was being taken deeper into Flame Legion territory. They forced her to walk, kicking her when she decided to stop. If she could she would have shattered their minds with her magic, but she couldn't, she didn't have the strength, didn't have the option. Eventually she saw the place of her suffering, the Citadel of Flame. A towering mountain where the Flame Legion had set up their place of rituals and command. Being ferried inside she bit at her lip. She couldn't show them fear, she would face whatever they brought upon her without satisfying their sick sadistic cravings. Regardless though, her hopes were low, she would be used like a toy and eventually broken, tossed away like the rest of their women. Hopefully her death would come quickly.

Again she was shackled to a wall, but this time she was left alone with the shaman within the Citadel. Her brow was furrowed and her lips tight shut. She had nothing to say. She wanted it to end already. Before that she would be forced to bear with the ranting of the mad Charr before her and worse if he decided to try her body for himself, but slowly she was regaining her strength, perhaps if he got close enough she could subjugate his mind, but he was a shaman, a powerful one at that. What were the chances that he would fall for such a weak powered spell?

Sarrock stepped to her, his hand moving to brush blond hairs out of her eyes so he could see clearly into them. He grinned as he saw the hate within her gaze, and felt her pathetic attempts to entrap his mind with what little power she had left. Sarrock brushed the back of his hand against her cheek, as an Asura she was certainly softer than any female he had touched, a small race accustomed to thinking more than fighting. He snorted as he felt her shiver and pull her head away, a disgusted look upon her face. Taking a breath he spoke, "Your life, your purpose, will be to pleasure our legion's men. You will cook for us, knit for us and more. You could live peacefully among the other women if you would only give in, of course, I have my magic for that if you don't cooperate ...but first I would like to sample you, so do yourself a favor and let your body take over, drown in pleasure and become one with the flame."

Mizzy's eyes widened and she began struggling violently the chains rattling from her movement. She strained against the shackles, whining and shaking her head while shouting defiantly, "No! I would never peacefully become one of your breeding cows! I am not some tool for your pleasure! I would rather be dead than live a lifestyle like that willingly, and just try to break my mind, try it and see the nightmare you'll face!"

Sarrock snorted as he took a step back to begin disrobing what little he wore. Her words contained such fire, such hatred; admirable if only she were to go peacefully. Perhaps she had a point, perhaps her mind was too powerful for him to conquer with just magic, but luckily he had more than just magic. How long could her mind hold out when her body was being assaulted, when her insides were being broken in by a cock far larger than anything she had experienced? Maybe she could last a few days, even a few weeks if her will was that strong, but his magic was strong, and his lust was just as powerful. Fully disrobed he stepped to the chained girl.

Mizzy froze as she saw him remove his clothing. From where she was chained she could see his cock was already hard, twitching and pointed at her. The massive member was red and swollen, with barbs all around it as a feline's cock should be. She closed her legs tight and bit her lower lip, that thing was going inside of her, that thing was going to be breaking her. Mizzy's mind was strong, but she herself wasn't sure how long she could last with such a thing assaulting her, not only that, but she was sure Brimstone wouldn't be the only Charr breaking her in. Now began truly the end of her life as an agent of the Whisper's.

Sarrock stepped to her and gripped at her lifting so he could lean down to lick at her throat. She felt that thick tongue against her throat send shivers up and down her spine. She wanted nothing more than to retreat from that thing touching her, but she was stuck, chained against the wall and all she could do was kick without much success to try and push him away. Her feet upon his chest only caused him to chuckle, a rumble much like a twisted purr coming from his throat as he licked down to her chest, his strong tongue dragging over her nipples bringing about a pleasure that she never wished to experience from him. Her lips pursed, her eyes closed tight she gasped as he she felt him lick lower and lower until his tongue was between her legs, tasting her, pushing against her sensitive flesh. Mizzy tried her best to block it out, to keep her mind calm and collected, but already she could feel herself panicking further. Her mind was trained to perfection, but her body was that of a sensitive female, she couldn't handle it for long. Try as she might, her legs wouldn't close and his strong hands even moved to spread her legs wide by her ankles fully taking control away from her. Mizzy now remained still, whimpering, sobbing as her legs were spread wide, thick hot tongue lashing against her sensitive slit, again and again.

Tears trailed down her cheeks as she whimpered biting down on her lip, trying to hold back her shame. The tears came not from any pain, or from embarrassment, no, they came from the fact that her body was reacting to this brutish creature, this beast who was assaulting her in the most perverse ways without her permission. His tongue was too thick, too warm, too eager to pleasure, and she hated it. She hated the fact that she loved the way his tongue pushed up against her entire pussy, flicking up and pressing in to push against her sensitive clit causing her to groan out finally and squeak. Whimpering she felt his tongue push inside of her, twisting and swirling just a bit as his grip on her legs tugged her closer until his tongue was far inside of her causing her to shiver and shake, her body arching without her permission. She closed her eyes, shut herself off from the world. She had to resist, she couldn't let him have the pleasure of seeing her climax, she had to hold it in, hold it hold... Squealing and sobbing out her body shook as it betrayed her. Her body growing limp, her breaths becoming ragged, she whimpered, her head hanging low as she came off of the afterglow of her orgasm, deep seated shame still encasing her heart as that foul shaman pulled his tongue from her folds. She could hear him chuckling, licking at his chops and soon she felt true terror as she felt that thick cock slap between her legs, warmth practically heating her entire body.

Mizzy's eyes broke open, she could see his fat cock between her legs, he didn't have her legs held anymore so she wrapped her thighs around it, squeezing as hard as she could manage trying to hold it back from entering inside of her, shaking her head now as she watched that thing push against her. At first he only grinded against her, thrusting firmly against her sensitive slit, causing her to whimper and shake her head still. His tongue lolled out as he thrust again and again, ever so slowly as if to show her all that would be stuffed inside of her. It felt terrible, the soft barbs scraping against her stomach and chest sent shivers up her spine, pre being smeared against her body as he did so. Mizzy then realized that he was toying with her. Her thighs were doing nothing but providing him with more pleasure. Closing her eyes and turning her head away she unwrapped her legs from his cock allowing him to take hold of her ankles to spread her legs yet again, bracing herself for the worst. Poised and ready to enter her, he pressed in slow, savoring the breaking in of a new slave.

Mizzy gasped out immediately and bit at her lip as she felt that fat thing break inside of her. She tried her best to shut her mind off, shut her senses so she wouldn't feel what was going on, wouldn't feel the shame as the pain turned into pleasure, but she had to keep wary. The shaman had begun his assault on her mind. As he entered her he began whispering a chant to her ears, a soft and soothing chant that spread warmth throughout her body, a dull haze moving through her head. She tried her best to resist. For the longest she fought valiantly within her mindscape, ignoring the spell and keeping herself sane, but as the Charr pushed deeper within her, she lost just a bit more of her control, but still she fought. She fought and fought until finally he pulled back. Perhaps it was over she hoped, but it was just beginning, her torment and her pleasure had just begun.

Sarrock suddenly thrust deep inside of her stretching her wide causing her to gasp, her eyes opening wide. Her mental focus was broken immediately and split now as she tried to register the pain and pleasure flowing through her body along with trying to defend against the mental assault of the Flame Legion Shaman. It didn't take long before she was in a dazed state, her mind floating upon warm fire, cradled by it ever so gently. She was still herself though and every so often she whispered, "No" again and again as he thrust inside of her, pounding her, his heavy balls slapping against her rear every single time he hilted her. She could barely believe that he was stuffing that huge thing inside of her. This beast was truly breeding her, truly using her as a pleasure toy. Mizzy was now gasping and groaning out, her toes clenching as her insides tightened around that beautiful cock, beautiful? Beautiful, yes, she thought his cock was beautiful now. Mizzy couldn't deny that his member was bringing her such pleasure, such heat! It caused her heart to race, her mind to become mush, and she wanted more. Whimpering and groaning her complaints turned to begging, begging for her master, for her precious shaman to thrust more of that thick cock inside of her. She needed more of it, wanted more of it. There was nothing holding her back in this world now, not the Order, not her fallen comrades; she only needed Charr cock.

Upon hearing her break Sarrock grinned, his cock twitching, throbbing, and gaining more pleasure from the success of a newly broken slave. Thrusting inside of her he could feel her insides tightening, he loved the way she whined the way she begged. She was truly the softest and tightest thing he had touched, why have her cook when they could just use her as a toy instead? She wouldn't produce children, but she would produce much pleasure among the men, and if they could capture more, they could have their personal little Asuran whores traveling with them at all times, one for every man. Yes it sounded almost too good to be true! Sarrock continued to thrust inside of her, growling as he did so, his tongue moving against her lips as she moaned out, her tiny mouth moving to suckle upon his tongue. Soon his hips began to shake, his hands gripping tighter on to her and he let out a great roar as he thrust as deep as he could inside of her. Rather than struggle, rather than be disgusted with herself, Mizzy pulled her mouth free of her master's tongue to yell out her pleasure as thick seed began to splash against her insides. It was more than any other male had provided her with and with every pump she let out a groan. Soon enough that thick substance began running over, spilling out between them on to the rocky floor. Panting, sweating all over, she moved her feet to rub her master's cock as he pulled it away, wanting to milk anything extra out and into her pussy.

Sarrock breathed out, he was done breaking her. He had a good slave in this one, and he would certainly enjoy seeing what the other men would do with her, but first he would have to prepare her properly, it would be a nice surprise for the men to see a female simply made for sex rather than begrudgingly used for breeding. It would also garner more support for him to become Tribune, especially if the idea of Asuran slaves took hold. Grinning he unchained the girl, leading her further in to the Citadel; her new home.

Water was a rare occurrence within the Citadel, but for this occasion it was used to wash the skin of their newest slave. Mizzy closed her eyes as she stood upon stone, receiving warm water over her body, hands moving over her chest and hips. As she did this she could feel her master's heated gaze upon her. She knew he wanted her, wanted to pound her yet again, but his orders were different. He had told her to be a good girl and wash up, she needed to be clean to serve the other men, to serve the good soldiers of the Flame Legion. When she was finished she was allowed clothing. A simple wrap around her waist that was just enough to cover her privates, and another around her chest even though it was so flat. Without a care in the world she received this clothing, loosening them herself even, because she knew that she would soon be nude again, with cock in hand.

Room full of Flame Legion Charr, Mizzy stepped inside with a small smile and bowed. At first the Charr looked confused, one of them even brought out their sword, but she stepped to them and let her wraps fall off of her body, her legs spreading as she breathed out, "I am your newest servant courtesy of master Brimstone...use me to boost your morale" Metal clattering to the floor was heard throughout the cavernous room. Charr had been thrown off their armor, their weapons in a hurry to see to their new slave; excited by the prospect of foreign flesh speared upon their cocks. Mizzy was on her knees now, smiling as men brought their cocks to her. Two in her hand and one in her maw she stroked and sucked. She nearly purred around the cock that was in her mouth, savoring the flavor and masculine smell, enjoying it far too much. Deep within her mind she could feel something was wrong, but the feeling of pleasuring these Charr, these beasts caused her to groan out, especially when she heard their little voices grunting and groaning, encouraging her to go on and on. Soon enough her lower body was brought up by powerful hands, tongues taking turns to taste the newest whore while her hands and mouth were still busy. None of these men were as good as her master, one of the more pathetic ones in her hands had let out his load already, thick cum spraying her hand, coating it in the warm stuff. She didn't mind of course, she just wanted more. The one in her mouth became bold, gripping on to her ears and thrusting into her mouth oh so roughly. She moaned at this, loving the way it pushed against her tongue and forced itself against her throat. She couldn't believe it was happening, that she was being speared in such a way! Mizzy pushed her tongue against and around that thick thing as best she could, but he was thrusting so rough, and it was becoming so hard to concentrate with men behind her lavishing her with their tongues, her sensitive flesh already quivering as one large cocked male approached to push his member against her sex.

Mizzy then whined as the cock in her mouth pulled free, but giggled like a fool as cock spurted thick seed upon her face. It was dirty, disgusting, but she licked at her lips, capturing what cum she couldn't get with her tongue upon her fingers to lick it all. The sight drove the men in front of her to stroking their cock before her. It seemed as though they wanted to coat her in their come. She was held up now by strong Charr, her rear in the air presenting as the one grinding against her thrust deep inside of her with little mercy. She gasped and whimpered shaking as he pierced her insides. The Charr behind her was so much thicker than her master Brimstone, he thrust and pushed inside of her and it stretched her in such magical ways she cried out in pleasure. Already she could hear some men grunting snarling as they approached with their cocks pointed at her face. She was so happy, with just her moaning and blushing face she could make men cum, make them rain their seed upon her happy little face and she received it all with love, her tongue sticking out, her mouth capturing what she could of the thick salty substance. Again and again she was stuffed with that thick cock while being given such a healthy amount of cum on her face. She couldn't believe how many men were gathering around to pleasure her, to break her in like the good slave she was. She was such a good girl, surely her master would give her plenty of praise, he would perhaps even touch her again, for even though it felt so good, she only desired the love of her master Brimstone. Moaning out loud she cried out as she felt thick seed fill her pussy, quivering shaking, she was let down upon the rock, her insides quivering and dripping semen on to the rock. Breathing out she got up on her knees and smile, licking cum off of her lips, "...I'm not broken boys. Please...wear me out, just this once, don't treat me like a flower...destroy me." And so the carnal ritual continued and Mizzy was lost further in lust, never returning to her old life.

Mizzy was missing in action. No one had heard from her or her team. They could only assume that she and her unit was dead. Even prisoners captured by the Flame Legion were soon sacrificed for their god. A disturbing report had been turned in recently to the Order of Whispers. Asura had been disappearing around areas near Flame Legion territory. Some scouts had even spotted Asura in chains. The Order wasn't sure what was going on, but the Flame Legion had taken a liking to enslaving Asura. For what reason? They may never find out.