Chapter 6: The Light that Remains
As the weeks went by, Jaina continued to play her role as slave to the Horde. When foreign diplomats visited the capital, her luscious body was used as a bribe to grease the wheels of politics. When dealing with ambassadors of hostile factions, she was used as an example, to put fear into the hearts of the Horde's enemies.
Garrosh would also often use her as encouragement for his soldiers. She was made to serve the Horde's champions, using her seductive charms as a reward for their achievements on the battlefield. Even the Horde's war beasts had their turns with her. After their riders had their fill, she would be made to fuck the wolves, raptors, and wyverns until exhaustion.
Of course, the archmage continued to be scheduled for regular appearances in the Ring of Valor. The druids, inspired by the tauren from before, would rape her using their different forms. The hunters would share her with their varied and diverse group of pets. The shamans used frost to shock her naked body into submission before channeling lightning up her ass canal. The warriors, who didn't have as many tools for creative rape, simply fucked her hard and rough for as long as possible. When there wasn't enough of her to go around, she was given just enough mana to cast mirror images of herself so she could satisfy everyone who wanted a go. All the while under the influence of a spirit link totem, of course.
On some days, Garrosh would test new and more potent formulas of Aphoria-S on her. When this was done in public, it usually proved to be her most popular performance of the week. On other days, she was forced to publicly ride the Pride Breaker again, if only out of Garrosh's boredom. On still other days, nothing would be scheduled, and she would simply kneel at the foot of his throne, with her hands secured behind her head by thumbcuffs and feet secured under her by toecuffs. A goblin vibrator would be thrumming in her pussy and another one in her ass, while nipple weights hung painfully from her teats. The human's sensuous moans would echo around the walls of the throne room as she deliriously endured the sexual subjugation. Glistening and quivering, her sweat-soaked, cum-stained, sex-dominated body made for a striking testament to Garrosh's might.
No matter what she was doing, she was getting fucked in some way or another. Fucking and cumming was just about all she did now. And the former lady of the Alliance, now fuck slave of the Horde, felt no hope of ever getting out of it.
On the other end of the world, the news of Jaina's survival spread throughout the Alliance leadership quickly. Although Muradin kept the exact details of her imprisonment vague (truth be told, he didn't understand it himself), the point was made that a powerful heroine of the Alliance that was once thought dead was in fact alive.
There were many that argued for a rescue party. Others, to Muradin's frustration, suggested a diplomatic trade. But most understood that the Alliance was losing the war, and could ill afford the risk and resources for a rescue attempt. As much as everyone wanted to help Jaina, there was not much that could be done, in the current situation.
Vereesa tried her best to keep Anduin from finding out all this, but was ultimately unsuccessful.
"We have to go save her right now! She risked her life for us back there! We owe her that much. Who knows what they're doing to her?" exclaimed the young, recently crowned, King of Stormwind.
"Of course my lord, but Muradin reports that she is being kept within the throne room itself. Breaching Orgrimmar is no easy task, as we both now know quite well, and the throne is likely the most protected place within the city," replied Vereesa, as rational as she was beautiful. "Our forces are far inferior to when we first besieged Orgrimmar, and we have to recognize the reality of that fact."
"But we can't just leave her!" said Anduin anxiously.
"Of course I'm not suggesting we just leave her. I want to rescue her as much as anyone. But we can't be rash, my King. Muradin is working with Master Shaw and the others to come up with some kind of plan. We just have to be patient," reasoned Vereesa.
"I... I guess you're right, Vereesa. Okay, we'll wait for Muradin to come up with something for now," said Anduin after a pause.
"That would be best for everyone, including Jaina," said Vereesa, in what she hoped was a comforting tone.
But as the weeks turned into months, Anduin grew increasingly impatient. No one seemed to have the time or will to come to Jaina's aid. They were all busy dealing with the Horde in their own matters. Even Mathias and the rest of SI:7 were fully occupied with other strategic pursuits. Ones that the other members of the leadership decided were more pressing than Jaina's safety. Despite being the King of Stormwind, and technically the High King of the entire Alliance, Anduin felt powerless.
Finally, he could wait no longer, and decided he would have to save his Aunt Jaina himself. And so, in the dead of night, King Anduin slipped out of Stormwind and headed alone to Ogrimmar.
A few days later...
"So that's why you have come, little "king". I didn't believe it when my guards told me who was outside the gates. Like your father, you're brave for your kind. And like him, you appear to be quite stupid, arriving unarmed at your enemy's doorstep. But I will humor you today, and allow you to see my prisoner. We can discuss her situation at the Ring of Valor. I hear there's quite an event scheduled there today. You will be the Warchief's honored guest. My guards will direct you. I will join you shortly," said Garrosh, while looking down at the young king.
"I'd prefer not watching pointless bloodshed. But if you insist, very well," replied Anduin calmly, despite finding himself alone in the viper's nest.
As the guards led the human away, Garrosh smiled darkly to himself. Today was going to be an interesting day.
A few minutes later...
Garrosh walked into one of the arena's anterooms where Jaina was preparing for another public rape session.
"What can I do for you, honorable Warchief?" asked a surprised Jaina. Garrosh had been too busy to come to these performances lately.
"Consider yourself lucky, slave. I have decided to participate in your show personally today."
"You humble me with your attentions," replied the human, without an outward hint of sarcasm.
"Indeed," said Garrosh. "Today is a special day. We will show my men how well trained you are. If you obey, you will be richly rewarded. If not, the consequences will be equally dire. Come now, the crowd awaits."
"Of course, Warchief. I am your fuck slave, always." replied Jaina. And to her disgust, she really thought she meant it too. There was no inkling of resistance in her conquered mind. All of her erstwhile defiance had been systematically fucked out of her.
Garrosh then led his slave out into the arena to the thunderous applause of the audience. The orc looked around a little before spotting the box seats reserved for the Warchief and his guests. There, the child king would now be restrained by his guards and unable to do anything about what he was about to witness.
Anduin would also be hidden enough from Jaina's view that she was unlikely to spot him until Garrosh pointed him out. While he had considered telling his slave beforehand who was in attendance today, he ultimately decided that it would be more fulfilling to tell her after her performance, to see the look on her face. From what he understood, the wench had a close relationship with the boy. This should prove much more devastating to what remained of her pride than even the episode with the dwarf.
"Welcome, people of Orgrimmar! Are you ready for a show?!" yelled Garrosh, pumping the crowd up. The audience responded loudly and enthusiastically to the image of their Warchief standing in front of his naked, beautiful, sorceress slave.
