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?"