She couldn't believe her luck as she knelt in front of the massive Orc. She didn't know how they had caught her, but she knew this was her only chance at escaping this camp alive. The red Durotar sand shifted under her knees as he stepped toward her, leg muscles rippling in the moonlight. She heard the cry of a Bloodtalon Scythemaw in the distance, and its voice sounded like mocking laughter as she took his stiffening member into her mouth.
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Siss'Rin was a good rogue, if a little too eager at times. Her enjoyment and skill at pickpocketing got her into trouble sometimes, but nothing like this. It had been dark, and the two Orcs were snoring soundly has she crept into their camp. She had marked them earlier in Orgrimmar, drinking at the Inn and making bawdy jokes. She had even caught their names - Ormak Grimshot, the dark-haired one and Brakgul Deathbringer, the bald one. She had also noticed their heavy purses, and had followed them out into the harsh wasteland of Durotar, and waited until they had made camp near the Southfury River.
She crept into their midst and looked around for valuables that were portable. There was a huge, gleaming axe leaning against a rock nearby, but she doubted she could even lift it. The Orcs had thrown their belongings seemingly carelessly, bags and clothing and armor scattered everywhere, while they lay on opposite sides of the fire stripped to their loincloths, and snoring loudly. She shivered in the warm, dry night air as she looked at their huge frames and slumbering muscular limbs.
She only turned her back on them for a moment to search through one of the piles of clothes, and they were on her. Powerful arms wrapped around her from behind, and she was squeezed in a tight hug. She didn't dare scream. No one was around to help her, and she knew that there were more Orcs just across the river at Far Watch Post. She struggled for only a moment, and then went limp.
"Ho what have we here?" said Brakgul. "Seems one of our 'allies' was trying to get a little too friendly with our belongings."
"These damn Rogues!" Ormak swore, "I told you that she was looking at us funny back in the city." His grip on her tightened as he cursed.
Siss'Rin swore under her breath. Her nostrils were filled with the smell of sweaty Orc, and she knew that she was in deep trouble. At best, they would turn her into the City guards or the watchpost sentries. At worst? She couldn't imagine...
"What should we do with her, Dj? We can't have her following us around sticking those daggers in our kidneys at her first chance."
"You could just let me go!" She said defiantly. She knew that wasn't going to happen. Orcs were known to be as ruthless in their justice as they were bloodthirsty in battle. They just laughed at her.
"We can't kill her, Thrall would have our heads on a pike for killing an ally," said Brakgul.
Ormak grinned evilly, "We could carve her into pieces and feed her to the river crocs. No one would have to know." They both laughed. Siss'Rin didn't think that was very funny at all.
The one called Ormak dumped her on the ground in a heap. Brakgul was standing over her with that huge axe. Her eyes darted around, looking for an escape, but she knew it was hopeless.
They came up with several more creative and graphic ways to kill her and to dispose of her body, including burying her in the sand up to her neck and letting the Scorpids slowly eat her. None of them sounded very good to her, but the Orcs seemed very pleased with her discomfort.
Finally, she could stand no more. "Enough!" she cried. "Maybe we can work a deal?"
They laughed at her. "We may be Orcs, but we're not stupid. We're supposed to trust a Rogue like you?" said Ormak.
She felt like crying. "What do you want from me?"
"Well, little thief, first we are going to rob you, just like you were trying to do to us. Why don't you take off all that gear and make a pile. We will dice for it later."
Slowly, she got to her feet and began undressing, until at last she was covered only by a loincloth and a leather halter. Her large breasts heaving as she tried to keep her fear in check. The Orcs eyed her carefully to make sure she didn't have any hidden weapons - yeah, where would she hide them?
"You know, Ormak, she does have certain...assets...that might be of use," said Brakgul, eyeing her breasts. "Perhaps we could be convinced not to kill her."
....
They had cut off her remaining clothes with her own dagger. So now she knelt in front of Ormak, completely naked and exposed. They had warned her that if she did as they wished they would let her go. If she did not please them, they would march her naked to the city guard at first light.
So she sucked Ormak's large cock with enthusiasm. Maybe if she were able to please them both, she would live through this. His cock was larger than any Troll's she had ever seen, and tasted strangely good to her. She felt warmth begin to spread between her legs.
When Ormak's cock was standing straight up, she turned to Brakgul and began sucking his member to hardness as she continued to stroke the other Orc. The two were so similar, they could have been brothers. Initially, the smell or the Orcs was repugnant to her, but now it seemed to be turning her on.
She certainly enjoyed her sex life, and with her figure, she had no problem finding willing partners. However strong the alliance between the Trolls and Orcs was, both sides frowned on fraternization between the races, but it was known to happen. There was even rumored to be a brothel down in Tanaris, run by the Goblins, that specialized in providing ladies of both races to anyone with the coin.
She found herself wondering what it would feel like to one of these big Orc cocks inside her, and the thought made her even wetter as she alternated sucking the two hard cocks. Trolls were typically smaller and slimmer than these brutish, green-skinned monsters, but her pussy was now throbbing in anticipation. Her fears were slowly being replaced by curiosity and the heat from between her legs was spreading quickly to the rest of her body.