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For the Whored

By Kendo Kawabata

Off the coast of the desert land known as Durotar, far beyond the scorching rocks and the salty sea water, lay an island. The island was an old testament to a land that had been connected once to Durotar, but since the destruction o the land at the hand of the dragon known as Deathwing, the island was now isolated and only accessible by boat, or by flying.

It had simply appeared in the cataclysm, almost rising from the depths of the waters as the levels in the seas changed. One day, an orc scout riding his windrider, a flying lion with bat wings, through the skies and saw nothing but empty ocean. Then the next day, he saw it on the horizon.

The island was rumoured to be an orc stronghold held within the aging walls that kept the outsiders outside. Tall and forbidding, the crumbling but still standing walls gave everyone the impression to stay the hell out. And as far as the orcs in the city of Orgrimmar knew, it was deserted and no-one lived there.

But the Alliance was never one to back down from gaining any kind of upper hand over the Horde. Ever since the once even tempered orc shaman thrall had helped the orcs rise up to become a strong race that had backed down and handed command over to Garrosh Hellscream. The uneven peace between Horde and Alliance had bordered on all out warfare.

King Darian Wrynn believed that the small and minuscule island was nothing more then a forgotten relic, a place that was ripe for the picking. And so close to Orgrimmar, there was no way that Garrosh would even think of believing the alliance would be so ballsy to establish a base there.

Darian Wrynn was sure that Garrosh was nothing but a fool, and, sure in his own strategies, he was sure that such a thing was possible. Eager to do anything to gain any kind of advantage over the Horde, Darian Wrynn found five alliance soldiers, all veterans, and dispatched the five man team to inspect the island.

The five man team flew from the island of Theramore, and travelled through the night skies on their flying mounts. The special gryphon's were all midnight black, easy to be hidden within the night skies. They were trained to be silent and undetectable, and the riders were sure they would not be spotted by anyone.

They travelled north, five arrows against the indigo night sky, no-one saying a word to each other as the riders flew low and skimmed over the rolling seas. They signalled only by hand movements, not even daring to risk detection this early on.

It took only less then an hour for the riders to leave the alliance territory and enter the hostile lands of the horde. Silent and quick, they ventured on, keeping their eyes on their leader as he guided them in the skies. When they reached the border of Durotar, they flew out further over the sea, near the unswimmable depths. The riders took extra care when flying over the inky waters, as anyone who fell into those depths would surely drown without having the chance to tread water. And it happened more often than most would have believed.

Soon the island was spotted in the distance, darker then the night sky that surrounded it. But as the beats of their gryphon's wings drew them closer, a light was seen against it. A tiny spark in the endless waters below. The head rider gave a signal and they swooped low, skimming just over the surface of the waters as the island stronghold grew closer.

They circled once, getting a scope of the islands wall before they saw the most obvious way to get in was through the huge partly open gates that stood towering over the only landing dock on the island. The light they saw from above flickered beyond the walls, a bonfire perhaps. Perhaps it signalled that the island was inhabited. Or perhaps not.

With a signal the riders swooped and flew downwards, landing on the edge of the old wooden pier. Wordlessly they dismounted and straightened themselves, standing amongst each other on the dock. Once the last of the riders had dismounted, the gryphons ran down the length of the dock and took off into the air, flying back into the night sky to wait for the signal to pick them up.

"Can't be much of a stronghold if they didn't see us land" said the tank, a dreanei deathknight named Vatti, as he unhitched the monstrous looking axe from his back. His plate armour didn't make a noise as he moved. He ran a thumb over the bladed edge, testing its sharpness once more.

"Perhaps it is empty, as the king thinks" said the leader of the group, a warrior worgen. Tall and black, Aruan had two mighty swords strapped to his back. His glistening plate mail held the reflective glow of his swords, the twin blades glowing dimly from the enchantments on them.

"Perhaps. But don't be surprised if it isn't" said the third voice. A night elf hunter. Dalrani was tall and purple with deep blue hair that swept past his shoulders. A wicked black bow hung against his shoulders as he felt his loyal pet nudge against his leg. His pet, a big shaggy looking warg wolf, easily as big as a small horse, nuzzled him affectionately on his leg.

"We should scout ahead. We don't know what's in there" said the third attacker, a human rogue named Malcon. His face was hidden behind a cowl and his was dressed head to toe in tight black leather. He held a sword in his left hand and a dagger in the right hand. He checked them over before he sheathed them at his hips.

"That sounds good" said the final member of the group, a Wargen druid, who filled in for their healer. His name was Timrus, and he too was dressed in leathers, although a darker hue of blue in colour. His fur was a lighter shade of blue, and he looked almost ghostlike in the night air.

"Screw that, we're going through the front gate" said Vatti as he smirked. "We're some of the best the alliance has to offer. They can't stand against us. Not against veterans of the Lich King" he said proudly.

"Vatti, I'm the leader here" said Aruan as he grabbed the deathknight's shoulder in a large clawed hand. "You're the tank, not the leader. So you are meant to follow my orders. And I don't want us rushing in head first. This isn't a dungeon, its unknown territory."

"But I'm the tank" said Vatti with a smirk on his face. His metallic sounding voice reeked of arrogance as he crossed his arms across his chest. His chin tendrils moved slightly as they were brushed against.

"I'm the leader. You know, the LEE-DE'ER" Aruan said as he began to snarl. His hackles raised as his bright white fangs were exposed. He couldn't believe they were having this argument all over again.

"But I'm the tank" Vatti repeated as he didn't seem afraid. Then again, death knights had little to be afraid of.

"Vatti, Aruan is the leader" said Malcon. "What he says, goes. Besides, going in head first into unknown territory is an obvious way to get us all killed. Look, I saw a broken hole in the wall not too far from here. I can sneak in and get a layout of the place without anyone seeing me, and then report back. Save us from barging in and maybe springing a trap."

"That sounds reasonable" Dalrani said as he rubbed the warg's ears at his side. Timrus and Aruan nodded their agreement, but Vatti stood his ground against his comrades.

"We're not doing that" said Vatti. "I'm the tank. I'm the one who does the work around here, and you guys are just meant to follow me, and get the idiots off my back that don't die, got it?" he said as loudly as he dared.

"Vatti, this isn't Stratholme, or Scholomance" said Timrus. "We don't know what's in there. King Wrynn only had a speculation. What if it isn't deserted? What if it's an actual stronghold? We could be walking not only into an ambush, but into our deaths."

"Well then, they all die" said Vatti with a smirk. As if that sealed any further arguments, the stubborn tank turned around and unhitched his axe from its place on his back. "And you better make sure you don't go down with them."

The others stood back as they watched him raise his hand to the sky, dark mists of power beginning to form around his clenched hands. The power began to grow as the death knight concentrated his power, and his fists exploded in a silent flare of dark purple light. The light began to streak like lightning and strike the ground around him, leaving indents in the dark earth. The ground silently rumbled where the light struck it.

For a moment there was only the sound of the dark waters rising and falling against the rocks around the island. The group said nothing as Vatti lowered his hands, small indents surrounding him, the only traces of his dark magics. Waves crashed and rumbled against the creaking dock and the inky stones nearby, silence otherwise in the air.

Suddenly, cracks began to appear in the ground as the indents rose up, becoming mounds that pushed the earth upwards, cracking and falling apart. A hand appeared, rotted and flailing as another appeared through a mound, joined by a third and then more. Each mound broke as the unnatural beasts emerged from the depths of the earth.

The reanimated dead, the Scourge, pulled themselves up out of the ground, remains of their once glorious armour hanging from their bodies as they emerged. Some held the remains of swords and axes, some cracked monstrously grotesque claws together. Unmerciful, deadly and ugly, the rotting bodies were testament to the Lich King's power that still flowed through his greatest creations, the Deathknights.

The group watched as a small army appeared in front of them, the last few emerging from the now empty recesses in the earth around the death knight. They growled and snarled at one another quietly like a pack of savage dogs that didn't trust the other. Some looked at the other group of fighters, but paid them no mind. They were not the enemy. For now.

"Vatti, this could be a trap" said Aruan as he stepped forward. "You need to listen to me. Last time you did this, it almost cost Timrus his leg, because you ran in head first. Don't let your arrogance and overconfidence get us in worse trouble" he snarled angrily.

But his pleas fell on deaf ears, as he knew that they would.

"Death to the Horde" shouted Vatti as he raised his axe into the sky. The scourge corpses opened their rotting and gap filled mouths as unearthly screaming began to ring into the air. The screams sent shivers down the spines of the group. No matter how many times they heard the screams of the dead and dying, it chilled them to their bones.

Vatti pointed his axe forward and the Scourge responded. Some leapt like horrifying monkeys into the air and landed on the still gates. Others ran forward and slammed into the gates, only to crunch their bones from the impact. Undeterred, they pulled back and rammed again, slamming their bodies constantly against the gate.

Slowly, the gates began to open inwardly with a loud screeching noise. The unoiled and rusted hinges sent an air piercing scream into the night air as the undead minions forced the gates open against their will. If the inhabitants inside hadn't heard the screams of the dead, they were bound to hear the screams of the doors.

"Better follow him" Aruan growled as he pulled his swords out. The others nodded as they pulled their weapons out. Malcon held his dagger and sword in his arms as he readied himself. Timrus held out a glowing staff, a long and slender looking branch staff adorned with various charms and trinkets that jingled together. Dalrani pulled out his bow, a lethal looking and glowing red arrow appearing as he held the string, his warg pet raising his hackles as he growled in the eagerness of battle.

As the undead minions moved on, the gates fell from their hinges. Pushed past breaking point, the huge wooden gates fell and crashed onto the groundwork beyond. The ground underneath their feet rumbled and shook as they felt the tremors of the impact.

"Death to the Horde. For the Alliance" Vatti yelled into the night air as his undead army scrambled forward. Leaping, rushing and snarling, they tore forwards like an army possessed. Vatti followed close, his sword raised as he ran into the unknown territory after his unholy minions. Axe held high, he was ready and willing to spill the blood of the first horde member he saw.

The others ran after him, their weapons raised as they chased after the death knight, although at a distance. Standard tactic was to let the tank go first and take the damage. The other fighters would provide the support and cover fire, but would also act as the last defence of the most important member of the group, the healer. The only thing preventing them from the difference of life and death.

But tanks never liked to be told what to do and they often took more on them then they could handle. And if the rest of the group tried to help and pull enemies off, tanks would quickly get pissed. As if an insult to their manhood if they were helped out, tanks were very temperamental and hated to take orders. Stubborn, reckless and over confident, most tanks were responsible for the failure of most dungeon quests.

But none of them needed to worry about their tank going in over his head as they found themselves in the courtyard of a high towering fort. The fort was typical, a high rising stone keep surrounded by stables and outdoor workshops, all ancient and carrying the stench of salt water and the unmistakable odour of fish. The yard in front of the towering structure was empty and it looked as if life hadn't touched foot there in years.

The group slowed down and stopped as they looked around the empty area. Unable to see anyone around them, they slowly lowered their weapons, but kept their guard up. The flickering light that they had seen from up high did indeed come from a large bonfire in the center of the courtyard. But it looked as if it had been burning for some time.

The group looked around, Timrus standing behind Vatti as the others took up position around him, keeping him secure on all sides. Dalrani's warg panted and growled as he peered around his masters legs at the empty looking area. The undead minions stumbled around, growling and snapping at one another as they awaited their orders.

"Hah" said Vatti loudly. "I knew it. The horde was so afraid of facing me they probably just died of fright" he said with a loud laugh as he hitched his axe back into place over his back.

"I doubt it" said Aruan said as he looked around. The bonfire cast shadows over the towering structures, making the darkness in the open windows and recesses even more unnerving. "It doesn't look like anyone's here. From the state of this place, I'd say they haven't been here in a long time. I doubt anyone could live long with this stench" he said as his sensitive wolf nose inhaled the suffocating stench around him.

"No, something not right" said Malcon as he looked around. "It's too quiet. Far too quiet. And the bonfire. Someone had to have lit it. And if someone did, they could still be around here."

"That is true" Dalrani said as he held his bow up, moving his line of from one window of the fort to another, his fingers ready to let loose the dark glowing arrow. "We should be on our guard. I don't think we should relax just yet."

"Yes, your right" Aruan said with a snort. "We need to spread out, slowly. Every part of this island needs to be inspected. Until we know we are completely alone, there is no cause to relax" he said. The others nodded their agreement as they kept their weapons raised, the three fighters beginning to slowly move outwards.

Not wanting to be left exposed, Timrus lowered his staff and held his hand up, feeling the air around him beginning to channel. His hands began to glow green as the energy swirled like air around his hands and down his staff. He was channelling the spirit of the forest panther when Vattis loud voice interrupted them.

"Oh shut up" said Vatti as he gestured with his hand. "This was the easiest victory we have ever had. The island is empty, and there is no-one in sight. This place will make a fine starting point for the Alliance to begin a frontal and final assault against Garrosh and his unworthy horde. Once again, the Alliance triumphs over the Horde" he shouted as he raised his hand up.

The scourge minions raised their rotting limbs and broken weapons into the air as they began their unearthly cheers. Like broken glass grinding in a giant bowl, their screeching cheers echoed into the night sky. Sending chills down his spine and making his fur stand on end, Aruan didn't feel like celebrating. The others didn't seem to think it was an easy victory either as they looked at Malcon.

"Do you really think it's a trap?" Timrus asked as he held his staff in both of his hands. The unearthly cheering was starting to make his ears ache.

Malcon didn't get a chance to reply as one of the scourge minions was suddenly silence as a booming explosion struck it. The cheering around the now dead minion was silenced as everyone saw the headless corpse fall forward and break apart into a broken pile of bones.

Another booming shot followed as the chest of a scourge minion was blown apart, broken ribs flying into the air as the body fell into a broken pile. A screening noise was heard as a hail of arrows landed like rain above the rest of the scourge. The arrows peppered through the dead bodies as more gunshots exploded in repeated succession, sending the dead minions back to where they came from.

"Oh yes, it's a trap" Malcon said as he, Dalrani and Aruan surrounded their healer on three sides as they brought their weapons up.

"Where are you hiding? Show yourself" Vatti shouted as he stepped over the broken bones of his dead army, the bones crunching under his heavy boots as he gazed upwards, swinging his axe in anger. "Show yourselves, cowards. Come out and face me" he shouted.

"Um, guys. I think Vatti needs to shut up, like right now" Timrus said as he slowly lowered his staff. The others saw what he was doing as they turned in the direction he was facing and followed his line of sight.

On top of the towering fort and along the top of the walls were a dozen or more Horde hunters from the various races of Azeroth. Tauren, orc, blood elf, undead, all the possible hunters were there. Wicked looking bows and even deadlier guns were in their hands, each one trained on the Alliance group below.

Dalrani's warg began to growl and barked loudly, his big shaggy body shaking as he looked ready to fight. Daring a look down they saw the hunters pets begin to slowly emerge from around the buildings around the fort. Large menacing looking lions, hovering lizards and hungry looking wolves slowly walked forward, looking ready to strike the moment their masters ordered them too.

"Ok, a dozen or so hunters. No big deal, right?" Malcon said half heartedly as he scanned the buildings ahead of him. "You guys just keep running and dodging and I'll sneak up and take them out from behind. Hunters are useless at close range" he pointed out

"is that all you've got? Come down here and face us like true fighters, horde scum" Vatti shouted loudly as he brandished his axe. "Do you think hunters are enough to stop a death knight? You aren't even fit to lick my boots with your blood" he shouted.

"Good plan Malcon, but by the time you get up there, they'll have probably killed us. I don't think they're going to shoot warning shots at us from up that high" Aruan said over his shoulder at the group. With only two fighters to protect the healer, and one tank shouting his mouth off, odds were Timrus would be the first one down. "I think we should surrender" said Aruan. "If they give us the option, it's better to surrender then get slaughtered from being outnumbered."

"We will not surrender. We are not cowards, unlike you horde bastards" Vatti shouted as he brandished his axe in the air. "come down here and face us, you worthless cowards" he shouted. The hunters did not move, nor did they remove their weapons from their intended targets.

"I think you should listen to your leader" said a voice nearby, a voice much closer then any of the hunters up above. Slowly, the group turned towards the main doors of the keep before them. In the flickering light of the bonfire, they saw a blood elf emerge from the dark entryway. His skin was a golden yellow, and his long flowing red robes swirled around him, his handsome sculpted face framed by his equally long flowing red hair.

"Your leader is correct" the elf said as he stepped down the steps and stopped in front of the keep. His hand planted the end of a long and glowing blue elegant staff at his side as shapes and shadows moved behind him. "While it is indeed admirable to fight against our numbers, you would be wise to surrender to us."

"I think he's right" Dalrani said as the shapes behind the mage emerged. Large tauren and orc warriors emerged, shining the firelight in bright red and black armour, carrying weapons of intimidating lethality. The others in the group realised they were severely out numbered, and they began to lower their weapons slowly.

"I'm the tank of this group. I'm the leader they need to follow" Vatti shouted at the mage, his arrogance making him ignore the warriors that had now surrounded the edge of the courtyard. "And you, you're just a mage in a cotton robe. Like you can stop me" he shouted again as he held his axe high. "I am Vatti the deathknight of the Alliance. Prepare to die Horde Scum" he shouted into the air as he ran forward.

The mage sighed a little as he flicked his long hair back over his shoulder as he allowed a smile to cross his features. Not intimidated by the charging dreanei, he just tapped the base of his purple staff on the ground. There was a flash of bright light as arcane domed explosion erupted around him. The dome expanded outwards and collided with the charging deathknight.

Vatti was blown off his feet, barely a few feet away from the mage he had been about to strike down. He flew threw the air backwards, as if he weighed nothing. Vatti landed on his back with a heavy oomph and a loud crashing noise as he lay dazed for a moment. He pulled himself up with a loud growl and was about to reach for his axe when an arrow appeared in the dirt, just in front of his fingers. He up to see the hunters on the roof all aiming their bows and their guns in his direction.

"I suggest you reconsider" the mage said as the warriors around them took a step further. Clearly surrounded, Aruan looked at the mage as two very large and identical looking tauren warriors stepped behind him, both unarmed so far, but intimidating none the less. Casting a look around, Aruan knew what he had to do to keep his group alive.

"We surrender" Aruan said regretfully as he laid his swords down. There was no point fighting against such numbers, and he rather would have his team alive then dead on horde ground. The group around him slowly lowered their weapons, following their leaders decision. Vatti stood up as he glared at the arrogant mage.

"I don't. I will kill you with my bare hands" he yelled as he charged forward again. The mage sighed as he flicked his hair again, before he tapped his staff on the ground. Vatti thrust his hand out and a glowing sphere of dark energy surrounded him. The arcane explosion expanded out, but it was cancelled once it touched the anti magic shield. With a smirk on his face, Vatti ran forward again. .

A blue circle of ice erupted around the mage's feet and expanded outwards, a swirling shimmering mass of reflecting blue struck the death knight the moment his shield disappeared. The shimmering ice wrapped itself around the deathknight's feet and he almost fell over as he found his feet frozen to the ground.

Freezing solid, Vatti found himself unable to move as the two huge tauren warriors stepped out from behind the blood elf and pulled their huge blades from their backs and held them out, pressing the tips just against the deathknight's throat. .

"I suggest you surrender" the mage said with a confident smile as he flicked his hair again, the alliance intruders exactly where they were meant to be. "Or are you too foolish?"

Vatti merely growled, but he surrendered against his own free will.

It turned out that, infact, the leader of the horde island was not the blood elf mage. After the group had been stripped of their weapons and their clothing in front of the small army of horde fighters, they were bound with only their breeches to cover their nudity and marched into the fort.

Unsurprisingly, the interior of the keep looked much more liveable then its outside counterpart had them believe. Inside, the floors were smooth and polished, the stonewalls washed and covered with drapes and large brightly lit chandeliers. The halls were warm and pleasant as they were marched through.

The forts main hall was huge and open, the stonework that made up the walls and ceiling and floor work were all made from the darkest looking obsidian. The deep coloured stones glimmered in the light cast by the candles that covered the tables around the hall. The dark hall gave the group shivers that coursed down their spines as they were marched forward by the blood elf and the two tauren.

At the back of the hall was a throne like chair that held an orc sitting on it. The orc was large and muscled, but not in a warriors way. He was more slender and wore only what looked like the bottom half of a long robe. His skin was a deep emerald green, and his eyes were a deep purple. His hair trailed back down his head, flowing in many braids tied by golden bands. His bare chest was exposed, brightly almost glowing tattoos covering his skin in the shapes of runes and symbols of power. Twin blue ribbons were tied on his upper arms, and he was watching the group carefully. Strapped to his back, was a long and eerie looking staff that seemed to shimmer with darkness.

The dark skinned orc said nothing as the prisoners were laid out in front of him, all bound and near naked. They were forced to their knees in a single line, lined up like pigs to the slaughter. Not one of them said a word. Dalrani's warg was muzzled and bound by his side, the big wolf whimpering to the uncomfortable feelings of the ropes. Without looking at the prisoners, the mage walked up and stood beside the orc.

"The prisoners, sire" he said with a smile as he stepped back. The orc nodded towards him as he turned his attention to the prisoners before him.

"So, this is the group of Alliance fighters that tried to infiltrate our island?" the orc said as he regarded the group. He tapped his fingers together in a pyramid for a few moments before he slowly stood up.

"Your island? It's going to be the island of the alliance once we get out of these bonds" Vatti snarled as he struggled against the ropes holding him. Now that he was no longer outnumbered vastly, he was starting to get his bravado back.

"I'm afraid your mistaking" the orc said as he stepped down onto the floor. His bare feet made almost no sound on the dark polished floor underneath him. "This is orc territory, and it belongs to the Horde. The alliance cannot take it. We won't allow it" he said simply.

"Well, why don't you untie me and see if you can defend it, coward" Vatti said. "How about you face me dreanei to orc, and i beat you into a stain on the floor" he shouted.

The others sighed inwardly at their team mates stupidity. He obviously hadn't gotten the message that he was captured and now had an orc to decide their fate. They all privately thought, and hoped, that the orc would judge them for their own actions and not Vatti's idiocy.

"You really are a tank, aren't you?" said the orc with a smirk. He looked somewhat amused and was smiling at bit to the struggling dreanei. "Pig headed, dumb and always rushing in head first. That seems to be the standard of tanks nowadays. Tell me, isn't that wargen your leader? Why don't you listen to him?"

"Because he's the tank. He doesn't have to" Aruan said lamely.

"Shut up Aruan" Vatti snarled over his shoulder as he glared at the wargen, but the orc was chuckling as he watched the exchange.

"So I see" the orc said with a nod as he gave his chin a rub. "Well, now, what to do with you all?"

"Are you going to kill us?" Dalrani asked as he looked up at the orc. He heard his warg whimper and whine a bit as the big wolf nuzzled against his thigh, seeming to look for comfort from his master.

"Well, what would you alliance do to any of us if we tried something like this?" the orc asked. "If you answer truthfully, I might do something different."

"You'd probably be killed" Dalrani admitted. There was no love lost between the horde and the alliance, and even though the horde could be brutal, the alliance often took no prisoners. They showed more mercy to the most sadistic of their own lot, and would willingly kill an orc just for stealing a piece of bread.

"Well, thankfully we're not the alliance. Unlike what you believe about us, we do have standards and morals. We don't kill unarmed prisoners" the orc said. "So, unless you give us reason to, I won't let you come to harm while you are under my rule. This is my island, and my word is law here" he said.

"so untie us and lets dual it out" Vatti ordered. He felt that the orc was lying and he wanted to call his bluff. He wasn't going to go down easily, even if he was tied up and near naked. "Unless your scared..."

CRACK

Vatti found himself on his side and the right side of his face was burning from the hard smack of the back of the orcs hand. The others went silent as they watched the orc rub the back of his hand as he had a look of controlled fury on his face.

"Afraid?" the orc said as he knelt down slowly enough to stare the death knight in the face. "My name is Garin. I am a warlock in the service of Thrall, our true chieftain. I was there when the Lich King fell at Icecrown. And I have slaughtered more deathknight's then you care to imagine. I suggest that you keep your mouth shut, unless you are willing to speak for your whole group."

"He doesn't speak for all of us" Malcon said quickly. The room fell silent again as Garin turned his attention from the slumped death knight to the bound human. Without a word, Garin extended his hand in a 'continue' gesture. "He's not in charge. We were following orders by our King, Darian Wrynn. If you received orders from your warchief, you would follow them just as we did. Please, charge us for what we have done, not what that idiot insults you for" he said.

"I am the one charge" Aruan said as he lifted his head up. "I'm the one that lead us all here. I will take responsibility for my fellows, but Vatti acted of his own accord. I ask you punish the two of us, and let my team be" he said.

"Aruan don't" Timrus said, but Aruan growled at him to shut him up.

"Garin, punish me for what I led the others to do. And Vatti, he has insulted you. If you wish you punish him, then so be it. But please, let the others go" he said as he hung his head down.

"Don't quit like that you dam coward" Vatti snarled as he was hoisted up onto his knees by one of the big tauren. The big cow man hefted him up too easily, as if he weighed nothing more then a sack of potatoes.

"Coward?" Garin asked with a smirk. "It is not cowardice to surrender when you are given the option, nor is it stupidity to continue fighting when you have no hope left. To do either takes courage, and to put their fate in my hands after surrendering to the enemy, takes a lot of courage."

"However, your fate is mine to decide, and I have decided upon it" the orc said as let go of his chin. Something seemed to strike him as funny as he rather casually addressed the group. "The four of you" Garin said as he pointed to Timrus, Malcon, Dalrani and Aruan, "will receive a lesser punishment, as you seem to be only doing this upon orders."

"You however" he said as he rounded on Vatti. "You seem to be taking your orders rather personally, and that is a bigger insult then you can imagine to us" Garin said angrily. "We have tried everything to become a worthy race under our leader, but to have you alliance bastards consider us lower then dirt..." he stopped for a moment before he spat on the dreanei's face.

"Yolen, bring in the components" the orc said as he turned to his mage. The blood elf mage nodded and left the room via a side door without a backwards glance. With his saliva dripping off the now furious dreanei's face, Garin turned and strode over the dark stoned floor to a nearby table that was covered in vials, instruments and large bags.

Garin picked up a black velvet bag tied with a bright red rope. He bounced it in his hand a few times as he walked back to the centre of the room. He knelt down and untied the bag and tipped it forward. A bright purple sand seemed to flow out of the bag like rippling water and it sparkled with an unearthly glow.

"What are you going to do to us?" Aruan asked as he watched the orc. He suddenly came to the realisation of what Garin was as the orc began to draw an ornate and very large circular symbol on the dark floor. He knew little of magic, being a warrior, but Aruan knew that that particular kind of symbol, was used for summoning something. He felt himself start to sweat at the thoughts of what Garin was going to do to them.

"Punish you. But it will not be a punishment you may enjoy" Garin said as Yolen returned, carrying an ornate red box. "At least at first" he added with a grin as he gestured to the two tauren behind the group. With nods they began to strip themselves of their heavy armours.

Yolen carried the box to the center of the symbol, and the group saw that he was as naked as they were. His breeches were as red as his hair, and they seemed to barely cover anything on his slender build. His skin was golden yellow all over, and completely flawless.

"I feel scared" Timrus admitted as he felt himself shaking. He was a healer, not a fighter, and he was fearful. Warlocks were capable of summoning monstrous beings from the netherworld, and he was shivering at the thought of having to face such a thing. Especially since he was near naked, bound up and the warlock could be summoning some giant beast with an appetite.

"Don't be. We'll be fine. We're in this together" Malcon said quietly as he worked his hands on the ropes. He was sure he had felt them come loose, but they seemed to be re-tightening against his struggles. He tugged again and literally felt the ropes around his wrists tighten as if it was a living snake.

"Do not be afraid" Garin said as he spread the seemingly never ending sand over the floor. "As I said, your punishment will not be something you may enjoy, but I am sure that by the end of the night, you will be thanking us" he said with a grin as Yolen slipped a silver key into the lock of the box.

"What's in there?" Dalrani asked as he felt his warg nuzzle against his leg to calm himself down. The big wolf creature was whimpering in the discomfort of his binds, and it was starting to pain Dalrani that he couldn't comfort his pet.

"Blood samples" Yolen said as he opened the box enough that the group could look inside. Within the box sat five jars, each stoppered with a black lid. Yolen lifted one out and held it up as he seemed to inspect it. The jars all looked the same, a clear watery liquid that held a rapidly swirling and twisting ribbon of something deep red. The red twisting thing was attached by one end to a coloured bell at the bottom of the jar.

"Four of these jars contains a blood sample from one person in this room" Yolen explained as he placed the jar back into the box. "The blood is specially bound to the bell, which is the twin of another bell" he explained.

"that doesn't make any sense" Aruan said, as the warrior had no idea what any of that meant. Garin chuckled to the warrior's cluelessness as he finished drawing out the patterns on the floor. The seeming never-ending sand glistened in the lights that flickered from the candles.

"And the blood comes from ...willing donors" Garin said as he crossed over to his throne like chair. He reached behind it and pulled out a small metal cage. "From myself, Yolen, and my two tauren brothers behind you" he said with a grin across his face.

As the five captives thought over what he just said, the orc warlock undid the latch on the cage and reached into its dark depths. Slowly, he removed his arm and in his hand was a long hissing yellow snake. It was patterned with red diamonds down its back. He placed the cage down and the snake began to slither up his arm, hissing softly as it wrapped around its master.

"Yolen, you and the tauren brothers may select the one you like the most" said Garin as he stroked the snake as it slithered along his arm like it was a tree branch. "But before you do, Aruan is mine. A leader should belong to a leader" he said.

Yolen nodded and pulled a small bag from the box that lay amongst the bottles. He reached into the dark looking bag and removed two small metal bells, one blue and one white. The bells were attached to thin golden threads. With a soft toss he flicked then into the air and the tauren's caught them in their large hands. Yolen then pulled out the last three. A yellow bell, a pink bell and a black bell all jangled softly in his hand.

The tinkling of the bells felt far to sinister to be coming from such tiny innocent looking things. The tinkling sent shivers down their spines and made them tremble slightly as a cold feeling swept over them like ice water. Something very wrong was going on and they were all too afraid to speak.

"You're mine. You belong to me, Bane" said the black tauren as he placed his bell over Dalrani's neck. Dalrani gasped slightly as the bell, cold as ice, came into contact with his lavender skin. The cold bell tinkled sinisterly against skin and he felt even more fearful.

"You're mine. You belong to me, Barn" said the grey tauren as he placed his bell over Malcon's neck. Malcon let out an equal gasp of surprise as the cold contact, and his hairless skin visibly raised from the goosebumps that prickled him.

"Aruan, you belong to our sire, Garin" said Yolen as he placed the black bell over Aruan's neck. Aruan whimpered from the cold contact that struck his large pecs, and the bell sent shivers down his spine. "And you, belong to me, my druid" Yolen said with surprising affection in his voice as he very gently strung the bell around Timrus' neck. When Timrus' whimpered from the cold contact, Yolen gently caressed his muzzle and cooed reassurance into his ear.

"Wait, he said four donors from this room" Malcon said as he looked at the box. From his angle, he was able to see the tops of the jars. "But, there are five jars with five bells, and five of us with the matching twins around our necks. But, he only said four donors...." he said to himself as his intelligent rogues brain began to piece it together. "Who donated blood in the fifth jar?" he demanded. "what is that blood going to do to us?" he demanded loudly.

Aruan, Timrus and Dalrani suddenly realised what the rogue was thinking. Whatever this warlock had planned for them, it concerned them and the jars. They once again began struggling against their bonds, but the thick ropes kept tightening against their wrists.

"Vatti, was it? For insulting us and making things personal, you'll belong to everyone else" Garin said as he ignored Malcon's demand and picked up the snake from his arm from behind its head. He slowly crossed over to the box in the middle of the room as the group struggled.

"what the fuck are you talking about?" Vatti said as Yolen forced the bell around his neck rather roughly. The cold metal didn't faze the deathknight as he growled and shouted at the orc to explain himself.

"There are only one donors in those four jars, for a very simple reason" Garin said as he stood before the box as the tauren bothers and the elf stood behind the bound captives. "Hence one strand of blood. Yours, Vatti, is this one" he said simply as he pulled the last jar from the box.

They let out a gasp as they saw the twisting and writhing mass of red dance within the waters of the jar. Like a nightmarish twister confined in such a small space, they were all fearful of the jar, but felt compelled to look at it.

"During the ritual, the bells will be attuned to you, and the blood of the donors. Meaning, you will be bound to us, and to them" Garin said as he lowered the hissing snake into the box, replacing the very full jar back in its place. "Aruan, as my choice, you will be bound to me. Your friends with be bound to the ones who chose them" he explained as he closed the lid. The box shifted and the lid merged itself with the box, becoming one solid cube.

"Vatti, however. Your jar contains blood from every other male on this island" he explained as a cruel smile crossed his features. He held his hands out in front of him and they began to glow as a deep purple mist began to swirl between his fingers. A dark purple seal appeared under the box glowed brightly, casting shadows onto the walls. The glow reached upwards like it was climbing into the air as laughter began to emit from the depths of the symbol.

"What the fuck?" Vatti snarled as he saw the owner of the laughter appear up out of the depths. Laughing and smiling to herself, the leather bound succubus appeared above the box of contents. Her beautiful and flawless body was a perverted mixture of leather and flesh, a mixture of the darkest black and the brightest pinks.

"You'll see soon enough" Garin said with a smirk as he removed the staff from his back. It was midnight black and it seemed to phase in the air, leaving dark shadows from its movement as he held the staff in his hand and planted the base at his feet.

The bound alliance captives watched as the sparkling sand burned itself into the ground and light up like it was on fire. The sand throbbed and trembled like it was a living being as a symbol sparked brightly. The spark coursed through the sand, leaving glowing trails behind it, covering every inch of the sand until the entire construct glowed so bright the alliance fighters were having trouble keeping their eyes open.

The succubus laughed and brought her clawed hand to her face, kissing her fingers as she blew the bound group a kiss before she melted away into a shadowy echo of herself. The symbolic circle that had summoned her lit upwards into a cylinder of light that surrounded her. She let out a cry of pain, a gasping cry of pain that sounded like she had just orgasmed as her shadowy form melted away, flowing downwards as she was funnelled into the solid cube on the floor.

"Oh this is not right" Timrus whimpered as he watched the sand on the floor begin to be sucked up by the box. Like a river running backwards, the glowing sand was pulled away and into the solid cube and the contents that lay within. The box began to glow bright and grew brighter as more of the magic was sucked in.

When the last of the sand was sucked into the solid cube, the cylinder of light exploded outwards. They felt the impact of the air that blasted towards them, thick purple smoke billowing around them as they were covered. The alliance group coughed and panted as the smoke filled their lungs, almost chocking them before it suddenly evaporated into the air, as if it had never been there in the first place.

"It is done" Garin said with a satisfied smile as he gestured before him. The captives stopped their coughing as they cleared their airways as they were able to breathe once more. Slowly, almost afraid to look, they looked into the center of the room. The box was nowhere to be found.

All that remained was a large ornate looking vase with a heavy looking stopper. It was solid black, the stopper a deep purple. Confusion set about them for a moment, before they saw the huge vase jiggle slightly. Dalrani's warg whimpered as it watched the jar shake, and the alliance group felt the need to whimper as well.

Garin tapped his staff once on the ground and lowered himself onto the throne as he sat back. He grinned as the jar shook again, whatever was inside wanted out.

"And now, you will be attuned" Garin said as the vase visibly shook again. The lid suddenly flew off and landed on the ground with a loud crack as something hissed inside. Swallowing lumps in their throats, the group were fearful as the hissing grew louder as something emerged from the huge vase.

The alliance watched as a gleaming yellow snake head emerged from the vase. The head was hooded and its fangs were bared as its tongue flicked in and out. It was as big as a man's head, and somehow that made it look deadlier.

Everyone except Vatti shrank back as thoughts of being eaten by a snake bigger then them filled their minds. Vatti merely sneered as the snake began to rise up slowly. Not feeling threatened in the slightest he was about to demand the orc warlock if that was all he had, when the snake rose up enough to reveal that it had shoulders.

"A naga?" Aruan said in disbelief as the snake monster emerged more. A flat and slender chest followed as it rose up slowly, the red diamond pattern repeating over its chest. Against its yellow scales they seemed to sparkle like rubies. Its slender arms emerged enough from the mouth of the vase for it to raise them up, and they heard the sinister tinkling of bells.

Instantly they all felt a jolt of sudden pleasure spike through their bodies, leaving a light warm feeling in the centre of their cores. The tinkles sent shivers emanating from their chests, and they felt their breeches become all the more tight. Gasping from the sock, they saw a coloured bell on its wrists and around its neck as the snake creature stood up out of the jar.

It was clearly male, and very slender. His toned yellow muscles were covered with the sparkling and intricate red patterned diamonds as he stepped carefully out of the vase. The last two bells were tied securely around his ankles. Each careful and deliberate movement caused the tinkling of the bells and they alliance fighters found themselves gasping with each spike of pleasure.

"You see, the blood binds you to us" Garin said with a grin as he sat back with his legs spread. "By the time we're finished, your blood will boil whenever ours does. As we grow in our pleasure, yours will grow double fold. And you will be unable to resist us" he said with a low murr of arousal in his voice.

"Fuck, he's not kidding" Aruan moaned as he felt an arousal in his breeches. He looked between the snakes legs and found he was easily able to see up the orcs kilt like dress. A tent was slowly starting to form and Aruan felt his own body react. Except his arousal was growing faster then the orcs. As the orcs tent reached what looked like half mast, Aruan was growing as his breeches were struggling to contain his full arousal.

"No, he's not" Yolen said with a smile as he ran his fingers softly over Timrus' shoulders. Timrus was whimpering with the blasts of pleasure that were forcing the tent in his bulge. Slowly, Yolen ran his slender fingers down the wargen's toned and light blue chest muscles. "You are going to become our whores. Our beloved whores" he whispered into Timrus' ear.

"we'll take care of you, whenever we want" said Bane as the black tauren reached down and hooked his fingers into his breeches. With ease he removed them and twisted them into a cord. With a grin he stepped up to Dalrani and wrapped the garment around his neck. "Our pleasure, is your pleasure. You won't be able to resist it once you submit to it, so there's no point in resisting, when you can't fight your own bodies" he grinned.

"Oh god no" Dalrani moaned as his breeches were starting to tent outwards. He let out a moan as he felt the tauren's thick fingers against him. He gasped inwardly and the thick musk that emanated from the wrapped breeches around his neck made his head spin and his arousal grow.

Slowly, the snake began to dance. It knew nothing of its old life, of its life in the cage. The days and nights he spent listening to his orc master talk and practice his dark magics were gone from his memory. But he had no desire to know what he had lost. His mind was filled with what he needed to know, and that was all he wanted. He knew his purpose, the reason for his existence, and he was willing to pursue it. All he had to do, was dance, and please. And the more he pleased, the longer he could exist.

Each twist and turn of his body made the bells tinkle with their sinister sounds, sending spikes of pleasure into the new captives. He spread his legs apart and bent over, running his hands down his slender legs and giving his summoner a view of his completely virgin exposed backside as his tail hiked high. He had no reserves of showing off. His master had given him his new body, and he felt honoured to expose it.

With a soft hiss he stood up, raising his hands above his head. His washboard stomach sucked in as he pushed his hips out. His vertical slit was exposed, the golden lips parting slightly and giving the captives a glimmer of hidden pink that lay within. He began to wave his hips from side to side, holding his arms up above his head as he enticed his audience, moving his slender body around and grinding his hips in circles.

The alliance were all soon tenting their breeches as they watched the erotic display going on, watching as the snake explored his own body. They were starting to sweat and pant, but were unable to do anything else as they felt compelled to watch. The spikes of pleasure were going to their heads and they were starting to lose themselves in a rapidly ebbing fog of lust.

"You..you're going to have to try harder than that" Vatti grunted as he managed to tear his eyes away from the spectacle. As a deathknight, his mind had once been filled with the control of the Lich king. But the link had been severed long ago, and deathknights, as a result, were very hard to control that way. He was able to clear some of the fog from his mind as he saw through the fog of lust.

"Then I will" Garin said as he looked past the writhing snake and nodded to one of the tauren. Bane nodded and produced a sharp dirk that he had tucked in the back of his breeches. With a broad grin on his face he stepped up to each of the four males bound behind Vatti and easily cut their bindings. Vatti turned his head as his comrades were freed one by one.

"What are you waiting for...get them" he ordered. He expected them to leap to their feet and do something as they all fell onto their hands and knees. but he was surprised when they did nothing. He looked at each of them and saw that their eyes were half closed and their expressions were slowly filing with lust and desire. They were all panting softly as their breeches were stretched to breaking point as they were visibly sweating enough to make their skin and fur glisten.

"Strip" Garin ordered as he rubbed himself through his kilt. His bulge was beginning to darken as he leaked his arousal. Slowly, the alliance captives began to stand. The single word sent tingles down their spines, a tingle that they couldn't ignore. Slowly, they reached down and began to slide their tight breeches down their legs, exposing themselves. They panted softly as they obeyed, the sinister tinkling of the bells giving them pleasure as they obeyed.

"Don't get naked, fight back you idiots" Vatti snarled as he looked over his shoulder, but even if the group could hear him, they chose not too. The thoughts of following orders from him made no sense to them in their pleasure filled minds. The only thing they felt they needed to do, was to obey. Obeying felt good.

"Come here" Garin ordered Aruan. Aruan's ears turned towards the sound of the deep splendid voice that called him as his thick length, having slid out of is bulging sheath, seemed to throb harder as he walked forward. He took no notice of the writhing dancing snake creature as he walked up to his seated master.

"You are a good boy Aruan" Garin said with a pleased smile on his face. "Now, remove my clothing and show me that you submit" he said with a smile. Aruan nodded obediently, feeling his length throb harder as he obeyed, his thick knot rapidly swelling as he sunk to his knees.

The two tauren brothers stepped up behind their own conquests and pressed themselves up against them, wrapping their thick beefy arms around the smaller males. Dalrani moaned and sank back against the warm soft fur of the big tauren, and Malcon turned around and embraced the bigger bovine in a hug that he was willing to give. The lust filled fog that fuelled them from their owners arousal was working.

Yolen stepped up beside his new druid, the blood elf stark naked as well. Looking up at the bigger wolf he slowly ran his hands over the muscled underneath the fur. Timrus felt like he was melting, the touch of the elegant elf sent pleasure through his body that he had never experienced before. As the elf's fingers ran small patterns through his thick white chest fur, Timrus found himself thinking he wouldn't rather be anywhere else.

Aruan had managed to work the orcs clothing off and had set it to the side. The patterns on the orcs body swirled down his stomach and across his thick orc meat that fully hard and waiting for the wargen to do something with it. Aruan watched it, spellbound by how big and thick it was as he found himself drooling over his lips like a hungry dog looking at his meal. The sinister tinkling told him to obey and receive the pleasure from his obedience, so he folded his ears back in submission.

"Aruan, you belong to me now" Garin said as he stroked the top of the wargen's head. His tongue betraying him, it lolled out of the side of his mouth as Aruan whimpered and moaned as he was petted like a common dog. "Your desire is my desire. Your pleasure is my pleasure. I will own you, mind, body and soul. Everything" he promised.

"But you, Vatti" Garin said over the chiming of the bells as the snake bounced and shook in his near silent dance. The tinkling of his bells seemed to grow louder as the snake slowly ran his hands down his stomach and started to finger his own slit, hissing the soft pleasure as he writhed on the spot. "You will be a common whore to every male here. You will not be able to help yourself, but to submit to anything with a hard cock."

"Fuck...You" Vatti said slowly as he struggled against his bonds. He tried to wrench his hands free, but even with sweat dripping onto the ropes they refused to give. His body was heating up as sweat rolled from the muscles on his body, his breeches tight and his length hard. But the pleasure wasn't winning against him, at least so far.

"No, it will be you who will be fucked" Garin said as he pushed the wargen's face against his hard length. Aruan moaned and whimpered as the orcs drooling cock leaked over his face. The thick slab of meat rested over the bridge of his nose and he felt the thick pre dribble between his eyes.

"These boys will be taken care off and treated like beloved pets. You will just be a whore to be fucked. They will sleep in our rooms, under silk sheets with us to keep them warm. You will sleep in the stable on common hay with the rest of the animals" Garin said with a grin as he guided the wargen's warm lips to the top of his cock. "These boys will walk around with their heads high and coverings on their most pleasant parts. You though, will crawl like a dog on all fours naked as the day you were born.

"these boys will be rewarded for their willingness with pleasure that feels like a gift to them" Garin continued as Aruan started to suckle on the head of his cock, the big strong wargen whimpering like a puppy as he enjoyed the thick organ. "You Vatti, will have your pleasure forced from you, and you will not enjoy it."

"No...No you can't do this to us" Vatti said as he struggled again. But he was starting to find it harder to resist as the snake continued to writhe and touch itself before him, the bells chiming beginning to echo in his ears. Something black was beginning to slide out of the snakes moist slit, and the smell of musk and male arousal was growing heavy in the air.

"But we can. You invaded us, and surrendered yourselves to us. You handed your fate to us, and this is what you have reaped" Garin said as he scratched Aruan under the chin, the simple action making the wargen whimper like a puppy around his cock. "Now boy, suck me down" he ordered.

Vatti watched as he saw the former proud alliance warrior open his mouth willingly and took the hefty orc cock into his mouth. Garin murred in approval as he patted the wargen on the head and let the wolf man take him. Aruan slid his muzzle down on the thick cock, managing to take half the thick length in one go, feel the pleasure in his own deep red cock as his knot fully expanded outwards.

Dalrani was moaning as he was hefted upwards, the tauren sliding his own thick mottled cock under the night elf and holding him there, making him straddle it like some perverted horse ride. Dalrani wrapped his thighs around the thick length and squeezed it as he reached upwards to wrap his arms around the thick neck. The fur of the big tauren on him felt like the warmest carpet and it made him dizzy in the pleasure.

Malcon was busy sucking face with his tauren, his small human tongue was entwined with the bovines longer and thicker organ. Thick ropes of saliva drooled from their open mouths as they hungrily sucked, slurped and lapped at each other. He had his slender hairless body pressed up against the bulky cow man and their hard lengths were squishing up against the other.

Yolen had his wargen on all fours, the pale wolf man had his chest pressed to the ground and his rump raised up, his tail hiked high over his back. It was easy to see why, as Yolen was behind him, his face buried between the muscled cheeks and Timrus was moaning like a puppy. The wargen's hard knotted cock was throbbing and drooling pre onto the floor like a running faucet.

Vatti turned his gaze away from the sick sights behind him as he saw that Garin was sitting back on his throne, Aruan's head bobbing back and forth between his exposed legs. He was bobbing and slurping loudly as if he didn't care who was watching, and he sounded happy to do so.

"See Vatti? Your friends are enjoying this. Why don't you stop being such a stubborn tank and submit? I might let you get off if you do" Garin said with a wide smirk across his face as he rubbed the back of Aruan's head. The wargen whimpered happily as he pushed his muzzle down, wanting to make his new master pleased with him as he bobbed his head down further with each slurping suck.

"No, I won't submit" Vatti protested as he looked away from the erotic dancing of the snake monster that was continuing his entwining dance. He could feel the tendrils of pleasure start to invade his mind as he shook his head, fighting off the growing pleasure and lust that was filling him.

Around him Vatti heard the sounds of sex and the pleasure that two males were bringing each other. It seemed the members of the horde were enjoying their new alliance pets, and the pets were enjoying themselves right back. He knew it was not real, it was all the effects of the bastard orc warlock and his crime against nature snake demon.

Dalrani was panting and moaning as he hugged the big tauren behind him as the big bovine thrust his thick cock between the night elf's legs. It slurped wetly back and forth as the night elf was literally humped. The elf was moaning as a big tauren hand worked over his own stiff length, the other hand rubbing over his chest and twisting his nipples, making him cry out.

"Oh, don't stop. Please, don't stop. Make me...make me yours Bane" he cried out as he felt the throbbing of the huge cock that fucked his thighs. His wargen whimpered, the beast laying on his side with his own hard cock laying neglected and needy. The bond that he shared with his master made the pet feed off his masters arousal, and he felt as needy as his night elf owner.

Malcon had his back pressed against the stonewall as the tauren dry humped him, the human having wrapped his arms and legs around the thick cock. He was humped against the wall, his back grinding against the black wall as he kept his arms and legs around the thick organ, giving Barn the pleasure that he deserved. The tauren was huffing and puffing as he humped upwards, grinding against the human rogue.

"Yeah, your gonna love this cock human" Barn huffed as he pumped his cock up and down on the hairless body before him. "You just wait till it goes inside you. You won't be able to stealth walk for a week" he promised.

"Oh please, make it two weeks" Malcon panted as he locked lips with the thick bovine in front of him. He slurped and licked at the threads of drool in the tauren's chin fur and hungrily sucked it down. The tauren groaned as the humans tongue danced around his chin as he slurped his own tongue over the males face.

Timrus was now on his back, his legs spread as he held them up. Exposing himself to the blood elf, Timrus was whimpering and moaning in pleasure. Yolen had both of their cocks in his hand, stroking them both off at the same time. The blood elf's cock was smaller then the wargen's, but that was due to the extra inch or two of knot that was ballooning out. Timrus was whimpering like a spoilt puppy as his tongue lolled out of his mouth as the elf clearly had him where he wanted him.

Aruan was bobbing his head very eagerly up and down on the orcs cock, the orc moaning in the pleasure he was receiving from the hot warm mouth. He leant forward and whispered something into the large furry ear. Aruan nodded with a mouth full of cock, and, without taking his mouth away, slipped two fingers into the side of his mouth and a mixture of drool and pre started to coat his fingers.

Vatti growled as he fought against the seduction of the snake beast. The snake continued to flick his arms above his head and wave them around, the slender looking snake cock bobbing back and forth between his legs. It was pitch black and hard as the snake danced, the bells tinkling their sinister tune with each movement. His arms and legs seemed to move in directions not possible and his tail seemed permanently hiked up.

The moaning and groaning around him grew louder with each passing moment. The scent of musk in the air was starting to go to his head, making him feel slightly dizzy. He felt his breeches straining against his bonds as he looked down between his legs.

"Fuckers...can't they let me out of these?" he growled to himself. "I'm so hard right now...please...its so hard it hurts" he said, before he gasped a bit in surprise as he realised he had just begged. "Wait..no.. no I'm not going to submit" he panted as he struggled to regain himself.

A cry behind him made Vatti look over his shoulder and break him out of his thoughts as he was just in time to see Timrus shoot his load. The wargen howled loudly as his red cock pulsed and throbbed like an angry red snake. With a long and highly pleasurable howl he emptied ribbon after ribbon of pearly wolf seed over his chest. The long pleasure full howl hit Vatti like a slap to his face and he felt his neglected organ pulse as if it was touched.

He felt a pang of jealousy hit him as he watched Timrus' come down from his high, the fingers of Yolen now soaked in pre and cum as he used it to lube up the still hard wargen shaft he held.

"That...that must feel so good to ...to be handled like that" Vatti panted as he shook his head. The fog of pleasure was starting to affect his mind more seriously then he thought and he struggled to keep control of his thoughts. But it was starting to become a losing battle.

Vatti was knocked out of his thought when he heard the long pleasured cry from Timrus. As the wargen howled, Vatti looked over and saw that something was burning itself on his head. Like a bright white flare, it seemed to explore the wargen's forehead as it spread through his fur, slowly dying out as the burning completed.

Timrus fell onto his back, panting with his tongue out as his head fell to the side. He gazed at Vatti with a content and happy expression that Vatti had never seen before on him. As his eyes travelled upwards, a wisp of smoke rising into the air as the mark was exposed and Vatti felt himself choking in surprise.

It was the horde symbol, the curved horseshoe symbol that was the emblem of Durotar and the orcs, but what most recognised as the seal of the horde. The seal had burned itself into Timrus's fur and it seemed to glow like red embers. And it looked permanent.

"You're all mine, my sweet wargen" Yolen said with a smile as he leaned over his new pet and kissed him on the lips. Timrus moaned and kissed him gladly back, already lost to the horde as he wrapped his arms around the slender elf that now owned him.

"No, Timrus. Timrus, snap out of it" Vatti shouted as he blood elf stood up, pulling his wargen up with him. The blue wargen was still hard as a rock, his cock showing no signs of deflating as his knot pulsed hard above his plump balls. Without even looking at Vatti, or seeming to have heard him, Timrus' allowed Yolen to take him from the room, his tail wagging like a happy puppy.

"Timrus" Vatti shouted as he turned around in anger to face Garin,but instead his attention turned to the outstretched arm that waved before him from the snake. His eyes dashed over the snake creature as it twisted its body around on full display as he realised something was amiss. The snake was now wearing only four bells. The yellow bell on his ankle was gone.

"He's ours now" Garin said with a smile as Aruan pulled his lubed fingers from under his tail. A thread of saliva connected his slightly open hole to his fingers before it broke. The wargen warrior stood himself up and crawled himself above the orc that sat beneath him. Panting, Aruan shifted his hips as he lined up his butt with the orcs hard thick cock. With a whine the wargen began to push down.

"Oh master...it's so good" he moaned out, going red in the face as he felt himself spread open by the fat mushroom head of his masters tattooed cock. He didn't stop as he pushed down, his insides filling as he lowered himself down and his cheeks went flush with the orcs hips.

Vatti growled as he felt himself sweat harder. The snakes manipulations were starting to get worse, as the smell of sex, sweat and arousal was getting stronger around him. If what Garin said was true, he'd be turned into a whore for the rest of the horde members on the island. And he had no idea how many there were out there.

But the thoughts of being a whore to the rest of the males, all those big buff tauren and orcs and the rest that had been out there, all those big hard cocks ready to fuck him and slam down his throat, to fill him repeatedly with cum from both ends...

"NO" Vatti tried to shout out, but his shout was only half impressive as he bowed his head, sweat dripping down his face as he panted. The tendrils of pleasure were sinking deeper into his mind, forcing him to submit to the pleasure. His breeches were now soaked in the front from how aroused he was.

He heard a bellowing moo from behind as the tauren holding Malcon ended up erupting all over the smaller human. Unable to hold back on the pleasure that the humans naked skin felt on his cock, he didn't even try to stop himself as his cock throbbed hard. His big hanging balls lifted and boiled as thick streams of tauren seed flew up and smacked Malcon in the face.

The thick creamy torrent of white seed erupted over the human, plastering itself over his face and his chest, dripping down in thick spoogey droplets. The human rogue moaned loudly as he felt the liquid heat coat his body like a second skin. The heat made his body flare up from the inside out as he cried out, his own length erupting into the air. But his load was swallowed up by the torrent of almost never ending tauren seed.

"How...how much can they hold?" Vatti panted as he wondered what it would be like to feel that load over his face, or deep inside him. "No...no they're getting to me" he moaned as he gazed almost in desire to be where Malcon was.

Malcon let out another cry as the seal of the horde suddenly burned itself onto his arm. The curved seal spread over his upper arm just under his shoulder, looking like a smouldering tribal mark. The mark flared over his skin as he was claimed by the tauren.

Barn slowly lowered his human conquest down on the ground, holding him up like a prized possession as the human took a few unsteady steps. Pulling the smaller human against his side, Barn helped to guide him from the room.

"Malcon" Vatti moaned out as he panted, watching the two exiting backsides of the horde master and his new pet. He turned his gaze back to the dancing snake and saw that the blue bell, the bell that matched Malcon's was now gone from the snakes foot.

"Mmm, yes. That's it my wargen" Garin growled as he held his hands on the wargen's hips. Aruan whimpered and moaned as he bounced on his masters thick cock, each bounce sinking all of the thick length deep inside of him. The juicy view of the wargen's butt bouncing and jiggling around the thick cock that speared upwards made Vatti moan from arousal.

"I....want..." He panted, but what he wanted he didn't admit to himself just yet as he heard another cry from behind him. He turned , fearing the worst, but unable to turn his focus away.

Both Bane and Dalrani were cumming together, the two moaning and crying almost in sync. A shower of thick cum, both night elf and tauren flew what looked like several feet over the floor, leaving a thick spray of white that splattered loudly on the ground.

"Mmm, that's a good elf" Bane grunted with a big grin across his dark muzzle. "Mmmm, just wait till you learn to drink it all. You'll never go hungry again" he promised as he held the night elf against his front with one arm and stroked both their cocks together with the other.

"Oh please...feed me master" Dalrani moaned as he cried out, a burning sensation under his throat. A bright burning light erupted on his purple skin, spreading over his pectorals as the mark of the horde erupted over him. Glowing and permanent, Dalrani moaned from the pleasure he felt of submitting to the big tauren.

"No...Dalrani" Vatti moaned as he saw how close the cum had splattered near him. He suddenly had an overwhelming desire to get on all fours and lap it up like it was sweet milk. He groaned as he felt the tendrils of pleasure strike into him, feeling shameful as he found it harder to fight the pleasure.

The snake continued to dance, ignoring its own erection that slapped up against his stomach and bobbed between his thighs. The white bell had vanished, only the black bell and the pink bell remained on the snakes arm and neck. HE continued to dance on, sliding his hands over his toned thighs and over his exposed backside.

Vatti panted with an open mouth as he watched the view of Aruan's ass bouncing up and down lewdly on the cock of his orc master. The thick cock was sliding up into the wargen's backside with wet sucking sounds as Aruan tried to keep the cock buried inside him as he bounced eagerly.

"Wait" Garin called out as he pushed down on Aruan's hips, driving the wargen down balls deep onto his cock. Aruan whimpered as his pleasure was stopped and he panted down at his orc master, his tongue drooling as he whimpered.

"master..did i do something wrong?" Aruan whimpered, suddenly fearful he had wronged the orc. With a smile Garin reached up and pushed Aruan's tongue back into the wargen's muzzle, getting a few licks across his fingers. "Please, if i did something wrong, please tell me" he begged as he felt himself tear up at the thought of displeasing his master.

"No, you haven't my sweet wargen" he said with a smile. "You have done nothing wrong, my worgen. You are doing so well, and I am pleased" he said. His comforting tone of voice filled Aruan with relief as Garin tilted to the side to look at Bane and Dalrani who had stopped in their tracks to leave the room. "

"Untie the dreanei Bane" Garin ordered as he slid his hands down o the wargen's butt cheeks and gave them both a hard squeeze. Aruan moaned loudly and whipped his thick tail back and forth as he ground his hips down on the orcs lap.

"and Dalrani, i don't want to see your pet suffer " Garin said wit ha smile. "untie him and let him have his pleasure as well" he ordered. "He looks quite pent up, and I think the tied up bitch there needs an extra hard push into his new place" he grinned.

"Wait...WAIT NO" Vatti shouted as he realised what Garin had planned. But the big tauren chuckled as he produced the dirk again and sliced through Vatti's bindings. With an oomph Vatti was pushed onto all fours, suddenly getting a view of the floor and the snakes golden yellow feet.

Dalrani didn't hesitate to obey as he untied his warg wolf. The big beast just to its feet, its hard cock dangling between its legs as the wolf licked at his masters hand. Dalrani rubbed his pets face, giving the warg reassuring scirtches and pets that everything was ok.

Bane grabbed a handful of Vatti's breeches and pulled, easily ripping the tight cloth away as it tore at the seams. The Dreanei's rump was exposed as the deathknight pulled himself onto all fours. His muscled rump was exposed, covered in a sheen of sweat that made his pale purple skin glisten as if it was covered by oil.

"Go on boy. Have your fun" Dalrani said to his warg, before he let out a surprised gasp as he was picked up by his tauren, getting hoisted over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes. The tauren grinned and gave a very firm cracking spank over his exposed backside. Dalrani cried out in pleasure and wiggled back against the smack, hoping for another one.

Now freed, the warg went to follow his master, but his throbbing cock demanded attention. The warg turned around and glanced around the room, his focus on the bent over Dalrani that was panting and huffing to himself. His cock doing the thinking for him, the warg broke into a run as he went straight for his new willing bitch.

"GAAH" Vatti cried out as he felt a sudden weight on his back. The great shaggy warg wrapped his forelegs around the death knights torso and held on as he began to hunch his hips forwards. He felt his body grow cold from the fear as he realised what had hit him, and he broke through the haze of lust that was filling his mind to struggle once more.

"no...no...get ....get off me" Vatti cried out as he felt the hot rod of the warg poke against his backside. His mind screamed at his body to fight back, to throw the big horny beast off of him. A deathknight was supposed to be a force to be reckoned with, death itself on the battle field. Not some horny wolfs bitch. This was not supposed to happen to someone like him. He had pride, he had dignity. He wasn't some bitch to a dirty great beast.

But even though he tried to move away, he found himself pushing back against the big beast. The warg was panting against his ear as he thrust his hips into the willing eager backside, trying to find the tight entrance. His mind was saying run, his body was saying 'fuck me'.

"how does it feel Vatti, to be a bitch?" Garin growled as Aruan bounced hard on his lip, the wargen's cock bouncing and slapping against his abs. The thick knot was bulging and throbbing as the wargen pleasured the orc fuck stick inside him. Aruan was moaning in a delicious way as he was impaled over and over again.

"no...no..I...won't ...be" Vatti cried out as he forced his arms to push forward. But all they did was push backwards, pushing his butt up in the air and exposing his tight hole against the horny wolf, which was exactly what the warg wanted. His hole was now perfectly lined up, and it only took a few more jabs before his cock found its target.

With a piercing cry Vatti was penetrated as the big wolf slammed its cock home, driving several hot inches of throbbing wolf dick straight into the willing orifice. His forelegs wrapped around the Dreanei's hips and sides as he plunged in deep. He cared not for his bitches comfort as he sought to push his cock into that velvety spongy interior.

Finding that his new bitch was eagerly pushing back, the warg wolf kept up his thrusting as he growled into the dreanei's ear, putting him in his place. His thick cock plunged into the Dreanei's exposed ass over and over again. His knot was already fully hard and pounding at the entrance over and over again, threatening to bruise the Dreanei's hole.

Vatti couldn't believe he was actually pushing back against the savage thrusting of the feral beast. The length that invaded his ass felt like it was an iron rod that was jackhammering back and forth, plunging into depths of the deathknight that he didn't know existed within himself. And it was making himself feel soo good.

"No..no..."Vatti panted as he struggled, but the struggling was getting more and more futile. With only two bells left on the constantly dancing and writhing snake, the sinister tinkling was echoing repeatedly in the Dreanei's ears as the tendrils of pleasure seeped into his brain. The scent of cum and musk hung in the air like heavy perfume and it was all he was breathing at that point.

"Yes Vatti" Garin growled as he held onto his bouncing worgen's hips, his thick orc cock thrusting upwards into his new pet. "Submit. Become the whore of our island. Be put in the place that you deserve" he growled as he looked up at his own worgen. "Aruan, submit to me. I want you now" he growled possessively.

"Master...Master I'm so close" Aruan whimpered as he held onto the orcs shoulders, grinding himself down on the thick cock that had made his insides home. He whimpered, his own hard knotted cock was throbbing with need, and he felt like he was going to explode without touching himself.

"go on Aruan" Garin grinned. "Cum with me. Become mine." Garin ordered as he grabbed the worgen's hips and shoved him down, his balls resting on the base of the muscled wolf rump. Aruan howled as he felt that thick log of orc cock fill his insides completely. The impalement was exactly what he needed as he felt his body unable to contain itself any more.

Vatti panted as he looked up, hearing the lustful howl of climax emanate from the team's leader. The very leader that he had constantly ignored and disobeyed was howling in a climax that rang in the Dreanei's ears and mad his already achingly hard cock even more so, if that was possible.

Ropes of white wolf seed erupted into the space between the worgen and the orc, great thick streams and balls of pearly seed sprayed upwards. For a moment they hung in the air, glistening in all their glory before gravity took over.

Garin felt the liquid heat splatter over his chest as he gave in to his own carnal pleasure and flooded the wolfs ass with his seed. His thick cock pulsed and expanded as his seed painted the wolfs insides white. He could feel it pool around the base of his cock as it started to leak out, thick ropes starting to dribble over his heavy balls.

Aruan's orgasmic cry seemed to trigger the pent up warg and he slammed his knot into the deathknights ass. Vatti cried out as he felt that huge ball of cock press against his orifice and fought for entry.

He tried to clench to keep it out, tried one last time to prevent the inevitable. But the warg had other ideas as he slammed his hips forward over and over again, each slam forcing the knot further into the stretching hole. Slowly and forcefully Vatti was opened up.

The snake continued to dance, ignoring the display of his master bouncing a cumming worgen on his lap and the dreanei being forced to accept a wolfs knot into his ass. He even ignored his own aching hard cock that was dripping pre onto the floor between his feet. He felt the warmth of his pre between his toes as he continued to dance on and entice.

Vatti screamed loudly as the knot slammed into him with one thrust, his ass becoming flooded with a ball the size of his fist deep inside him. He felt the warg give short rapid thrusts, thrusts that only moved less then an inch forwards and backwards, the knot tugging against his ring and spreading his insides.

A flash of light invaded Vatti's vision as the mark of the horde began to burn itself on Aruan's thigh. He knew he was lost now, lost to the pleasure of the orc. Whenever Garin would become aroused in any way, the worgan's blood would boil and he would feel the need to serve. And he would do so willingly.

The brand burned itself deep between Aruan's fur as the mark glowed like embers on his thigh. It spread over the side of his leg and displayed itself like a proud tattoo, a mark of ownership. Aruan slid a hand over his thigh, moaning in pleasure as he was gratefully marked as his owners property.

"Good boy" Garin said. "You have made me proud Aruan" he said as he let go of the worgen's hips. He motioned for him to get off wit ha gesture of his hands. The worgen nodded and whimpered as he lifted himself off the thick cock, a longing sigh escaping his muzzle as he felt empty once the thick cock left his backside. He fell back onto slightly wobbly legs as he felt the trickle of his masters cum leak from his open ass.

"Stop" Garin ordered the snake as he orc sat up on his throne. The snake halted his dancing almost immediately as he heard his masters order. A flicker of fear coursed through the snakes very being as he realised his time had come to an end, and he turned to the big orc with sadness in his eyes.

"come to me" Garin ordered as he stood up slowly, stretching his body out from the laid back position it had previously been in. Aruan sank to his knees and nuzzled his face against the orcs muscled thigh, his nose pressing against the hanging orbs. He whined softly as he breathed in his masters wet musky scent and closed his eyes in happiness. He felt happy that his master was proud of him.

"massster" the snake said softly as he walked forward, his feet making no sound on the dark floor. "massster...I....I don't wisssh to die" the snake said as he sank to his knees before the orc. "pleasssse....have merccccyy" he hissed as he bowed his head.

"i have no intention of letting you die" Garin said as he caressed the snakes handsome muzzle. The snake lifted his head up as the sadness left his eyes as he felt the gentle caress of his master. "You have served me well. Four of our new pets have been converted wonderfully, and for that, you shall be rewarded."

"Thank you massster, for letting me live to servvve you" the snake hissed softly as he was brought to his feet by the orcs guiding hand. The look on his face shone of pure happiness as he was allowed to continue to live by his masters mercy.

"You shall need a new name, a reward for your obedience" Garin said as he looked over at the pinned dreanei. The warg had turned around, standing butt to butt with the deathknight who was whimpering loudly. Garin knew by the look on the wargs face that the thick wolf seed was being pumped deep into the disgraced fighter.

"You shall take his name" Garin said with a grin. "You will now be known as Vatti, and you will serve both myself and Aruan" the orc said. Aruan looked up from his position at his masters balls with a surprised look in his eyes. Garin smiled and petted his new worgen pup between his ears, which made him whimper happily.

"Aruan, my chambers are just down the hall. I want you to take Vatti to them, and I want to hear your screams of pleasure echo in these halls. Show your new brother slave what it means to be mounted by a real warrior" Garin ordered.

The newly crowned Vatti let out a gasp as Garin's hand touched his chest, and he felt a burning sensation on his body. The red diamond patters on his body began to melt like candle wax, smearing over his yellow scales before they began to change shape on him.

Like wriggling red worms the patterns turned into a repetitive pattern of the horde symbol, a trail of horde horseshoes running down his back and marking him as Garin's new plaything. He welcomed the change and permanent markings on his body. Being his masters and his masters pets plaything, he would allow them to do whatever they wanted to him.

"Thank you massster" Vatti the snake said with genuine appreciation in his voice. His eyes were tearing up out of happiness as he felt the wonderful sensations wash over his body. Aruan grinned as he eyed the sexy snake creature and quickly wrapped his arms around him, bringing him up and cradling him against his chest. Vatti let out a surprised hiss as he was brought into the worgen's strong arms as if he weighed nothing.

Garin halted them only for a moment as he snatched the pink bell from the snakes neck, and smiled as he watched his new playthings head to his chambers. Aruan could easily smell his masters scent emanating from down the hall as he followed it, the snake nuzzling with a soft hiss into his furry neck. Garin's smile left his face as he turned to the one remaining alliance member, the now nameless Dreanei.

"I have taken your name, your pride and your dignity, all in one night" Garin said to the deathknight as he watched the warg tug at his bitch, trying to lodge his knot free. But it wouldn't be happening right away. "And you would have taken our lives, if the roles had been reversed."

Garin walked up to the Dreanei and stood before him, his cock bobbing between his legs, still hard and covered in his own cum that had coated his new worgen pet. The Dreanei had his face to the floor as he panted.

With a howl from both the warg and his bitch, the big shaggy wolf pulled his immense knot free. He almost fell forward from the sudden release as a spray of thick warg cum erupted from the Dreanei's now open ass. The open hole stayed that way for several moments as the warg trotted off, forgetting about his bitch as he sat down and began to clean himself off.

"All you have to do now, is submit" Garin said as he dangled the bell from his fingers, waving it back and forth before the Dreanei. "Once you do, you will become the bitch for every male on this island. You will serve them all, and live as a desperate animal, because this is the position that you deserve" he said.

The nameless Dreanei panted as he slowly looked up. Garin was pleased to see the desperate look on his face. He slowly waved the bell back and forth before the Dreanei's face, and the eyes of the deathknight followed it back and forth. The sinister tinkling echoed in his ears as the conversion finally took over.

"If you submit, your new name, is Bitch" Garin said. "That is your name, and all that you are. You are the islands bitch, and you will remain that way. You will forever be the horny eager Bitch for the entire island to unload their cum in."

"Now, will you submit to the island?" Garin said as he jiggled the bell right in front of the once proud deathknight's face. The Dreanei felt the last mental defences of his mind slip away as the tendrils of lust and the bells sinister tinkling finally took root in his mind so deep they would never be removed. He no longer fought them off as he made the last free decision he would ever make.

"I submit, master" Bitch said as he pushed forward. Garin didn't move as Bitch wrapped his arms around the orc left leg and wrapped his mouth all too eagerly over his still wet cock. With a satisfied smirk on his face, Garin watched as bitch eagerly cleaned him off without hesitation.

Bitch cried out around the orcs cock as he felt his neglected cock finally was unable to take any more. His seed surged forward and erupted, splattering a load bigger then Bitch had ever shot in his life over the floor between his legs.

Garin watched Bitch as the slut moaned as the burning sensation of the horde mark struck him. The bell cracked and shattered silently as its tinkling was halted as the bell and chain shattered into dust.

The dark angry red mark of the horde burned itself over Bitch's backside, covering his left butt cheek with the symbol of his new position. Lifting his ass up against the burning sensation and lost to his own desire to now submit and serve, Bitch embraced the pain as the mark glowed on his abused ass.

Garin smiled as the flare of light died down as he heard the loud nasty growls and hissing screams of pleasure that were echoing in the halls around him. He grabbed the back of Bitches head, his fingers getting a fistful of his dark hair as he hauled Bitch off his cock.

"Time to meet your new friends. I am willing to bet they are all quite eager to claim your ass after listening to the howls of pleasure that are going on. But then again, you can feel it, can't you?" Garin said as he led Bitch down on the hall by his hair. Like a common dog Bitch walked on all fours, his now marked ass held up high as he waddled awkwardly after the orc that dragged him.

And it was indeed true. Every inch of Bitch's muscled body was burning with desire and he was hungry to be used. His body ached and pained him, screaming at him that he needed to be used, he needed to be fucked. And he was willing to let it happen. His body felt insatiable for the hot nasty carnal sex that was in store for him.

"Oh, and one more thing" Garin said as he led Bitch to the quarters of the rest of the islands inhabitants. They could hear the pleasured cries of the former alliance team through the open doors that they passed. From the sounds of it, they were enjoying every hot sweaty minute of it. And Bitch felt jealous that he was unable to be used in such a way. But it was short lived as Garin stopped in front of a large set of doors.

Bitch cried out as he felt his cock throb and his body light up on fire. He knew that behind those doors were dozens of hard horny male horde members, and every part of him just wanted to rip the door down with his bare hands and jump on the first cock that he saw.

"Please, let me go. I need them so much" Bitch moaned as he struggled like a wild animal against Garin's hand. "Please, I need to be fucked. I want to be fucked ,by them. Please, don't keep me waiting. Let me in there" he begged.

Garin chuckled as he felt Bitch struggle desperately, seeing how eager he was to get used and abused. He knew Bitch would be in for a long night, and even longer nights hereafter as he knocked on the heavy doors. With so many on the island, and, quite likely that more would eventually come, Bitch had his work cut out for him.

"Welcome to my Whorde" Garin said as the door swung open. He let go of Bitch's hair and watched, satisfied as Bitch ran into the room, shoving the door aside as he plunged head first into a sea of carnal sex that he would never be able to escape from.