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"Testing the Merchandise"

The night passed slowly for Garrosh after he and the concubine Zhen'su fell asleep. He could feel the saurok mount him several times, it was to the point where the orc began to anticipate every movement, every sudden shudder to orgasm, every filling made him feel more and more needed, more and more wanted. Every time to him felt better and better, every wet slap dulled to his ears, the impassioned growls and grunts became ambiance. He moaned in his delight and feigned unconsciousness. For a time he didn't know if it was him or Zhen'su in control of his body, but he didn't struggle against it, he knew the risks for taking on a beast like him unarmed. His body was unreliable, he couldn't trust that Zhen'su wouldn't pull his punches. But Garrosh felt his cheeks blush, as horrifying as it was, this seemed more of a need of his own than the saurok's.

He felt himself feel warm on the inside, but from the smell it wasn't just seed the beast spilled into him, and in between bouts of consciousness, he would wake up and feel the familiar stickiness of something else coating his skin. Aside from the ribbon tied around his cock, Garrosh wasn't wearing a thing and the saurok was marking his territory. He crumpled over slightly in his sleep and buried his face into his arm subjecting himself to the passion and abuse as expected by any professional sex slave. Once or twice, Garrosh came to to his own cries and realized that Zhen'su had been having a little bit of fun with the beastie as well. There was a lack of communication between the two aspects of Garrosh's mind, but he clutched at the scaly flesh and allowed himself a moment of pleasure as their bodies merged again and again, becoming one loud, slick and wet sounding body. The echoes of their cries sounded throughout the cavern, but this saurok seemed to be the only one interested in breeding the orc and he didn't seem to have a problem delivering swift and heavy punishment.

"Garrosh..." He heard Zhen's voice which roused him from his sleep. Hellscream could hardly move, his mind and his body felt frozen.

"What..." Garrosh responded tiredly. "Let me sleep, concubine."

"Don't be a fool and listen." Zhen'su said. "We have three days to have you ready for the Mogu auction and this Saurok is taking his toll on your body."

There was a brief interruption as a reptilian snout shoved its way under the orc's cheek, separating it from his arm with a long slivered fork tongue and a hot blast of air from its nostrils. A basilisk had made its way into the cave, and the saurok was whispering things to it, his claws stroking it along his snout all the way to the back of his head. It sounded to the two of them like the lizard was planning on allowing it to breed with him as well. The saurok stood and loomed over Garrosh, seconds later a warm stream poured along his back, covering the orc in a particularly strong odor, which the small reptile seemed to snort and sniffle in closer.

Suddenly, Garrosh grunted and kicked up, hard into the saurok's crotch, making him screech loudly and double over in pain. Zhen'su controlled the orc's arm for a moment to slap the pet away and he got them to his feet. The saurok had regained his footing, and thinking quickly, the orc rammed the beast into the wall with a mighty strike from his shoulder. There was a strike to the saurok's head and he slid down the wall and collapsed onto the rocky ground. The basilisk skittered to his feet and charged at the orc, and Garrosh made quick work with his bare foot, sending it sailing across the floor. The shackle on his ankle kept Garrosh from moving any further, and using his strength he wrenched the device off his flesh before kicking it off and hearing it ring on the floor as he got up and ran down an adjoining tunnel.

A mighty series of roars and growls echoed through the cave as Garrosh ran. He knew that the cry was an alarm and he was the one they were looking for. Garrosh clutched the walls of the cave as he tore up the length of the shaft, listening to the pebbles and stones crumbling and roaring down the tunnel behind him. The rugged shape of the cave was causing his hands to tear and shred against them. Far above, the light at the end of the tunnel signified an exit. The more he struggled to climb, the slower he seemed to get to his destination. Finally reaching the top of the shaft, Garrosh leaned into the cool air rushing in from the outside, and then felt something grab him by the foot. Looking down, his suitor of the evening hissed and growled at him, trying to pull him from the opening.

"Get off me, slimy!" Garrosh growled as Zhen'su sounded through his voice. A forcible kick from his foot to the saurok's face made him screech loudly and release the orc.

The saurok sailed down into the cavern, becoming obviously covered in cuts, gashes and bruises as he tumbled down into the darkness. Garrosh steadied his foot on the mouth of the cave and threw himself from it. He sailed down several feet, partly swimming on the air as he descended. His cries echoed but he didn't hear them until he hit the cold coastal waters at the bottom of the rocky wall.

Garrosh surfaced as he felt the water rapidly rush him through the low light of the early morning twilight. He choked and gasped on the air between submerging under the water and coming back up. His hands and his feet kicked randomly, he couldn't see the distance to the bank, he couldn't even see the wall he'd fallen down from. Garrosh cried out as the waters became faster and harder, rushing against his body and pushing him down and letting him back up again. The rapids roared louder and louder, and Garrosh prepared himself for the inevitable. It still didn't prepare him sufficiently though and he was still thrown by surprise as he descended down into the darkness.

"Possession does not mean much if you can't move, does it?" Garrosh asked sarcastically as he came to staring at the night sky above them. There was no response from Zhen'su, but the orc knew that the mogu was still there. He couldn't control his arms still, though he could feel them resting against the ground. His legs were dipped into the water up to his knees and he could feel the current from the nearby roaring waterfall that pushed the water along at a fast pace. His legs responded slowly as Garrosh felt his body sit up.

"Silence." Zhen'su spoke through Hellscream's lips as he placed a hand on his head. "We escaped that pit, did we not?"

"Return my body, and your punishment will be swift." Garrosh growled.

"So stubborn. It's no wonder I was drawn so well to your spirit." Zhen'su chuckled lightly. "You will make a fine gift to the Mogu." His hand clasped the hunk of flesh between his legs and he groaned. "The bidding ribbon is damaged. We'll need to find another."

"That pink strap of fabric you tied around my cock? What good is it for you?" Garrosh asked.

"It is a mark of a free agent." Zhen'su explained. "A concubine willing to initiate service with a new master. Since your kind killed my previous master, I must find a new one to fill my needs." He paused. "You feel it don't you? The desire to be treated as property? The desire to be dominated and commanded by gods?"

"I feel a desire..." Garrosh admitted. "But I'm not sure if it's for sex, or to see your entrails spilled out before you and eaten by wild boars."

"A bit of both." Zhen'su shrugged as he stood up. "You and I are connected, Garrosh Hellscream. Your needs and mine are one." He yawned and stretched his muscular form, there was the soft sound of popping in Garrosh's lower back as he did so and he leaned back the other way. "Now, let us see if we can find a new ribbon, we can't demonstrate you to the auction without one, it would be improper and you would probably be impaled for attempting to do so." The imagery that flashed through Garrosh's mind made him cringe at the thoughts of being stabbed and mauled to death by the Mogu. As his consciousness returned, he could see himself running through the dark forest, somehow his eyes were illuminating the ground before him and Zhen'su was easily able to avoid the obstacles that could not be easily seen at this time of night.

"Where are we going?" He asked.

"To the Burlap Trail in Kun'lai." Zhen'su answered aloud. "We may be able to barter for an undamaged strap of pink fabric. It's on our way and is probably the best place to find something like it."

The orc stopped abruptly, Zhen'su glanced down at his left foot, which appeared to be frozen in place. It was as though someone else had seized control of his puppet. His fingers clutched and released as he tried to force his leg to move. "We're not going to Kun'lai. I am through being controlled by you." Garrosh growled, somewhat impressed by his feat in forcing Zhen'su to stop.

There was a lull deadness to the air now as both minds established a stubborn foothold on the body. In here though, Garrosh's massive form was as nothing, it was an act of sheer will that gave him the advantage here. A soft moaning noise began to creep up his spine, overtaking his head and making him tremble as he struggled to maintain what little control he had regained. Forcibly he felt his mind let go, and Zhen'su was able to continue to run through the night. If Garrosh had been flesh and blood he would have felt some vessel burst in his nose and he'd be spitting out his own blood from that encounter.

"Impressive." Zhen'su said. "I hadn't expected an orc to so nearly overtake my control."

Garrosh sneered from within his mind. "Call us hard headed."

"You will make a valuable prize for the ones who win you in the auction, that is assured."

Hellscream pouted angrily as he watched the world flow by before his eyes, soon he recognized the rocky path that led up toward the Kun'lai region at the base of the mountains that were steadily coming into view as the bright sunlight began to pour across the landscape at his back. Garrosh could feel its warmth, but Zhen'su was doing little to appreciate the morning's glow as he jogged endlessly toward the west. "Hey, marathon runner. I'm not exactly capable of running this long without a break. Sit down and give my body a rest before it decides to."

Finding a small structure as he jogged up to it, Zhen'su was panting loudly as he leaned up against it. Sweat was pouring down his face and body, making it look as though he'd just had a swim. His heart pounded like a drum, the mogu was not used to such a feeling. He'd always been able to endure whatever needed to be endured. But perhaps that was a fallback to possessing a mortal body. He slumped dully against the side of the buliding and seated himself, cringing for a moment as he sat down. "Y-you are so weak." He panted. "When I was in my full glory, I could stride continents in a day!"

"Then why don't you trouble a race that can?" Garrosh asked sarcastically.

Zhen'su chuckled. Garrosh was amused to hear his own voice lost in thought. "Because you amuse me, Garrosh Hellscream. You play god, therefore you shall be made the plaything of gods."

"You are no god." Garrosh said with a growl. "Gods do not die, and they do not come back as spirits to possess that which is already alive."

"You think not?" He asked. "Then perhaps a lesson is in order for you to learn, orc."

As Garrosh felt his body stagger to its feet again he looked around in curiosity at the area they were in. He felt a surge of rapid heartbeats racing through his skin as he witnessed his body resume its previous jog, but at a slower pace. "What are you doing? Where are you taking me?" He asked.

"So many questions." Zhen chuckled darkly. "I doubt you'd be willing, knowing the answer, but I suppose this would make good practice." Another flutter crawled down through Garrosh's mind, making his body shiver. "Ho-hoo... I feel that twinge of excitement, Garrosh." He said. "That's good, a willing heart will be rewarded."

"I have no intention of being your puppet forever, Zhen'su. I will free myself."

Zhen'su grinned at this. "I await the challenge..." He paused and ducked down as they approached a clearing.

A long, winding trail sprawled out before them that led toward the hills. There was nothing but a clutter of animals in plain sight, and the ruins of an old Yongol village that had obviously been long in disrepair, the stones that made the buildings of the encampment obviously bleached from the direct sun. Nothing had been here in at least a decade, maybe more, so why is it Zhen's mind seized itself in anticipation?

As Garrosh observed his surroundings, a scent entered his nose that he could sense. The smell was that of troll, he could recognize it anywhere. An electric scent filled the air, melding with that of the troll flesh, revealing the loyalties of these beasts well before he laid eyes on them; Zandalari trolls, loyal to the Mogu and previously to the Thunder King were in the area. Possibly on the hunt, he was sure that it was a band of males. The rise in his body temperature and the grin that etched itself across his uncontrolled visage made him realize the mogu's plot.

"No. You cannot be serious!" Garrosh argued. "They will rend me asunder if they realize who I am!"

"Oh, calm yourself." Zhen'su said sternly. "They're mighty warriors, but in heat they are just babes in the woods. They won't be able to tell you apart from a hole in the ground I assume."

"Great." Garrosh responded in the most deadpan expression he could muster.

He tried to force Zhen'su from this plan, but Garrosh could not force his will as he had before. His heart was pounding like a drum in his ears, it was as though part of him really wanted to do this, but the other part of him was the fact that the concubine had regained his full mental strength, and the ghost had control over every movement that the orc tried and failed to act out. He strode out onto the road, completely bare, there was a twitch of excitement in his arousal as he watched half a dozen trolls walking in formation up the rise and into sight. They paused and observed him curiously as Garrosh felt his hand slide down his chest, down to his stomach and along the length of his flesh, the orc grinned before turning to face his rounded rump toward the approaching party. The trolls were massive in height, Garrosh couldn't help but worry about this course of action, but he felt Zhen'su's need to be filled, and he could feel it too as his own. The orc's inhale skipped a bit as he dropped flat onto his knees, casting a quick glance over his massive shoulder, Zhen'su grinned at the attention he was already receiving and then lowered himself down to his elbows, fully exposing his assets to the trolls.

Garrosh felt his arm reaching back, fleshing out his exposed hole and spreading his cheeks. "S-stop it..." He whimpered from deep in the back of his mind.

"Trust me, Garrosh, you're going to enjoy this." Zhen'su whispered as the trolls approached.

Garrosh felt a single, thick-fingered hand grab him by the balls and tug playfully. Both he and Zhen'su groaned softly as the orc's hips swayed slightly at the grab. The troll didn't release Garrosh right away, instead, he whispered something in a troll dialect to the party which was met by a chorus of chuckling from the others. A finger probing the hole made Garrosh cringe, his fingers digging into the dirt below him as it felt like a thousand needles shooting through his body which grew warm suddenly and made him moan softly. He could feel seed forming at the tip of his cock and could smell it as strands of semen began to drain from him, dripping down to the ground below.

There was a shuffling of metal and Garrosh looked up to see the trolls, casting wary glances around as they removed the girdled belts from their armor, twisting parts to the side to pull their massive cocks from their armor. They pulled back the loincloths and turned the armor they could to the side. Others, who had on full plate leggings had to remove them entirely, exposing themselves to the sunlight, not letting their guard down even for a moment as one of them to the orc's right grabbed his head and forced the meat past his lips and into his mouth.

The taste was bitter at first, prompting Garrosh to want to spit it out and lick it clean by washing it in a hot spring. But instead he felt his lips give a passionate gasp as the troll hugged the back of his scalp and pressed his length inward, making Garrosh gag on it. Zhen'su seemed to take control again, expertly swallowing the shaft and letting it slip past the rift at the back of his throat. Though mostly flaccid, the troll became hard quickly, his shaft accommodating to the softness of Garrosh's throat as the troll growled and spoke to the others. A second offering was provided to the orc and slipped in beside the first. Giving an awkward and taut fit. Both of the males couldn't fit down the throat at the same time, but they were doing well to stay pressed together. Garrosh could feel his cheeks tighten with their girth, then a light slapping of flesh against his other cheeks turned his attention to a third troll who was lightly teasing the orc's hole with an erect and pierced cock.

Garrosh shuddered, but he didn't know if it was him or Zhen'su that was hungering for it now. He gasped and wriggled his backside as the troll steadied him with a firm grip. The Zandalari's nails dug in and scratched the orc's backside, making him wince and hold still, despite his want to keep teasing. The dull slapping against his hole soon turned to a wet slap, and constantly the troll would press against him, teasing the orc with the cold ring at the end of his tip. The three trolls that weren't already penetrating him were busy stroking themselves, and each other, letting their wet flesh slap against the orc's back on occasion while one of them took advantage of and grabbed the tan brown orbs that were hanging down and played with them.

Suddenly a shock of pain roared through Garrosh's body as the ill-prepared troll penetrated him. The slight lubrication from his pre definitely made the journey easier, but Garrosh was still quite a virgin in this manner. He tried to cry out but his head was still forced down, his throat and mouth filled with members that drooled seed down his tongue while his saliva drooled uncontrollably from his lips. He closed his mouth and inhaled briskly, groaning in pleasure as his body became accommodated to the skewering.

The troll grunted and reached up to grab Garrosh's shoulder as he lunged in hard. He seemed to enjoy Garrosh's passionate, somewhat pained cries as the pain began to subside, and pleasure began to wash through his body again. What erection he'd lost in the pain of his first penetration was suddenly back in full force and his gasps came in spurts of inhaled slurps due to the heads in his mouth, now taking turns in his throat. Zhen'su seemed to know exactly when to breathe and when to hold his breath. The orc felt his body twisting into the pleasure zones and he could feel himself filling up, then it grew less and less tight as he got used to the deeper penetration. He could feel the fuzz and the warm slap of the troll's balls against his own. Garrosh closed his eyes and took it, gripping the ground as he'd become quite the center of attention.

The first explosion was completely unexpected, just a sudden hard thrust into his throat as the fingers pressing into the back of Garrosh's scalp became like daggers. The balls slapping against his chin almost knocked his jaw out of shape and there was a sudden hot flood of bitter fluid that jettisoned down his throat. The troll gripped himself and pulled the member free, sending long stripes of white across his face and forcing the orc to close an eye. The spectacle seemed to entice the one behind him whose loud slapping of flesh to flesh seemed to speed up, the thrusts growing more intense and harder against his rear. He could feel the leader's grip tighten around his waist now, the troll's muscular, but lanky body stretching across his back. Each thrust now growing longer as his hips rocked back and forth. The first troll that came didn't really relent much, he simply began to wipe his semen along Garrosh's face like a paint brush, grinning down lustily before one of the others standing by managed to push him off to the side. By the time a new taste entered Garrosh's mouth, the second troll pushed himself deep into the orc's throat. His face twisted and suddenly he too pulled himself out, letting the full volley unleash on his face. It was an uncontrolled volcano of white that splattered on his own flesh and that of the troll next to him before it gobbed all across Garrosh's head. The orc moaned, watching the troll squeeze himself off and the one fucking him suddenly let out a coo and roared, ejecting his heat into the used hole. It filled Garrosh's tunnel quickly and splashed out of the ring, drooling down his thighs and balls as the drops made their way down to the ground. He heard the troll bark something in his language as he pulled out, leaving behind a final spit of seed before another troll moved in his place.

"Oohhahhh!" Garrosh bellowed lustily. The second troll to have his ass was almost twice as thick and longer than the leader. This massive hulk of a troll loomed over him easily, he glared down into Garrosh's eyes and grinned as he bucked into the orc so hard that Garrosh's feet lifted off the ground. Each time he pulled back, he orc's feet returned to the dirt. Then again up in the air. The first three returned to Garrosh's sides where the others had been and were already getting hard and dripping again. They played with their adornments on their chests as they had peeled off the remainder of their armor. Cum dripped down their shafts as they each growled defiantly at one another, rubbing their leavings on the orc's back and the sides of his head while the others worked their way inside of him deeper and deeper. The massive member of the party was getting more and more enthusiastic now, lifting Garrosh up for several seconds at a time now and making the orc feel like he was flying between them or truly part of a spit roast. Garrosh grunted, dropping to the ground again and again only to be picked up again and again. There was a roar and another spout of seed splashed across his back from one of the three not actively fucking him, he didn't really care who it was, but he enjoyed this fresh coating more and more.

"Wh-what... what is this? Why am I enjoying this perversion?" He asked desperately.

"Because it is a part of you now." Zhen'su answered with a laugh. "Your wants--your needs are the same as my own. Revel in it, it is your destiny."

"N-no I--"

Garrosh roared as he came, suddenly firing his load into the ground under him. His cries were quickly gagged by the flesh in his throat, but he realized suddenly that it was his own response and not Zhen'su's influence that made him lose control. The trolls laughed in response to this as both of the ones in his throat came at once in reaction to the orc's outburst. The sudden flood of seed filled Garrosh's mouth and he gagged, spitting the cum in a mess across not only his own face, but the loins of the two trolls who pulled out of his dripping maw and continued the white painting of his face as they lapped at each other's tusks and lips, full of lust. The large troll made a thundering cry followed by a heavy gush of seed that quickly forced him to explode from Garrosh's hole, covering his backside and lower back in a copious amount of semen. Around in circles they went, an unending, inexhaustible supply of troll hormones continually covering Garrosh to both Zhen'su as well as his own delight and enjoyment. At some point, however, Garrosh felt the world slip away into nothingness and exhaustion.

Garrosh had awakened at some point after dusk. The darkness was filling the sky again and the orc realized the pain of exhaustion now covering his body. He'd been cleaned, at least temporarily of the white showers he'd received, and the patrol leader was in the process of binding a new pink fabric on his flaccid member, which steadily came erect.

"We not be realizin' that you were on th' road to the Mogu market." The troll said in a thick, layered accent. "We Zandalari know what 'da pink ribbon means to 'dem."

"It is alright." Garrosh felt Zhen'su speaking for him. "I needed to give this body a good run, I'm glad you could accommodate."

The troll grinned and looked back at his men surrounding the fire, all of them with long, sullen expressions on their faces. "Mah men wanted ta keep ya, orc." He said. "Dey not have dis much fun in years it seem." He looked back at Garrosh. "But I know de sacred rites dat de Mogu hold. We be guidin' you to dere auction at daybreak."

"Thank you." Zhen'su said with a slight nod of his head.

"But... ya be understandin' if ya don' want a life wit' de Mogu, we Zandalari be welcomin' a talented concubine such'es ya'self to help satisfy our needs."

Garrosh felt his chest clench, a hint of frustration rising in Zhen's temperament. "Thank you, but my place is with them."

The troll nodded slightly, his expression somewhat apprehensive and hesitant as he spoke. "Den dat be dat. Sleep, Zhen'su. Mah men won' touch ya no more."

As the troll moved back toward the fire, Zhen'su spoke. "I hate to break their hearts like that." He said with a smirk.

"Better to trade it to those who have no hearts then?" Garrosh replied sarcastically.

"My kind will welcome us, and your new master will take us again and again. I will be content. And with my satisfaction, you will feel it too."

"Then what will happen?" Garrosh said, stifling a yawn that the mogu spirit completed.

"Hmm well... one of three things, I suppose. Either we will be together, uninterrupted, always sharing one another's thoughts and pleasures and pains for eternity. Or through the magic of my kind we will become separate and I will find a body of my own to inhabit..." His voice trailed off.

"And the third thing?" He asked.

Zhen'su let out a single exhaled chuckle. "Or... you might fade away entirely. Leaving only me to take up the shell you once were."

Garrosh cringed at the thought as his body rested back. Looking down at his foot he began to focus on it, trying hard to exert some control over himself. To his relief, as Garrosh began to doze off, he managed to get his large left foot toe to wiggle in response to his command.

THE END