Gul’dan cracked a wicked smile as he entered the lowest dungeons of his lair, the air filled with the scent of sex and sweat. His ears perked up at the sound of flesh hitting flesh, a deep moan echoing through the stone from the far end of the hallway. As he reached the last prison cell, he could make out the crowd that had gathered, many of his minions of all shapes and sizes were there to take advantage of his generosity.
“Stand Aside!” he commanded, the soldiers quickly parting and bowing to their master. As the scene before him came into view, he once again gave a twisted grin, “Garona, my dear…. How do you like your new training regiment? ”
Garona winced as she heard his voice, but no words of reply came to her. One of the soldiers was pushing haphazardly deep, his thick cock spreading her wide, and she could feel it throb and pulse with every violating thrust. With a roar, he pulled out, spreading his seed across her like so many had done before. How many had it been, she wondered, but she had long ago lost count. As her body quivered, she looked up at her master, his eyes burning deep into hers, “Why?” she asked, “You raised me. You were like my father, I was always loyal.”
Gul’dan tapped his staff on the stone floor, and another orc minion approached, this one darker and radiating magical power. “I don’t want loyalty! I demand obedience! You dared mate without my permission. Now you will mate with anyone I wish!”, Gul’dan growled and tapped his staff once again on the ground, the other warlock dropping to his knees and rubbing his cock on her sore clitoris. “Oh, and just to make sure, my good friend Velghaaz here will be removing what little remains of that pesky free will from which you cling. By the time he is done, you will be naming your first child after me in reverence.”
Garona wiggled and tried to lift her head and legs up, but her body was weak and tired, the magical bindings taking their toll. She was helpless as Velghaaz grabbed her leg and pulled her closer, pushing his cock deep into her, his girth much greater then she anticipated, the pleasure making her gasp with surprise. With his free hand, Velghaaz began to charge dark demonic magics, and with her willpower so battered from hours of sex, she knew he would have no trouble binding her spirit to her master.
“When I become free, I will get you for this, Gul’dan, I swear it.”