World of Warcraft fan fiction - Outland Horror 1-4

World of Warcraft Fanfiction - Outland Horror

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Natasha. The Sunseeker is an extremely beautiful blood elf girl.

A standard, slightly thin oval face is framed by long, golden hair that reaches her waist. A pair of green eyes, like emeralds, gleam with captivating light, exuding a sexy and alluring aura, making her appear so vibrant and charming. Her

lips, like red coral, occasionally reveal teeth as delicate and lustrous as pearls, making any man who sees her infatuated. Her

tall, slender figure, coupled with her breasts taut within the revealing and sexy Sunfire Robe, makes her appear even more charming and graceful.

Every man who has seen her falls at her feet; she is every man's dream girl.

But her true identity is a high-ranking mage in the Chenfeng Assault Team, an evil organization, where she carries out various dangerous missions every day.

Finally, one day, during a mission to shatter the setting sun, Natasha is captured.

However, luckily, she soon escaped from prison due to the guards' negligence.

But this was only the beginning of her dangerous journey!

Shattered Sunset was a secluded island surrounded by the sea, with the only means of transportation to leave being a seagoing vessel that only made its way there once a month. Before that, she had to find a way to evade the various tight guard posts to reach the sea; otherwise, she would be forever adrift on this isolated island. However
, she soon came up with a plan.

The island had a spacious basement specifically used to dispose of and store the bodies of those who died in battle, both friendly and enemy. Depending on their allegiance and status, the bodies were either buried on-site or transported back to their hometowns to be given to their families. She planned to use this opportunity to escape. At least she had to find a way to get to the beach.
Soon, Natasha used her skills to infiltrate the basement, and then she had to figure out how to disguise herself as a corpse to get through.

First, she drank a bottle of Gulliver's potion to put herself in a state of suspended animation, though she remained conscious—this was essential. Then she cast a spell on herself, allowing her to survive without air. Now, she simply lay among the corpses, waiting for someone to transport her to the beach for burial.

A moment later, a Draenei man entered; judging by his attire, he was clearly someone who specialized in burying corpses. He was immediately drawn to Natasha's "corpse."

The man gently lifted Natasha and placed her on a bed, stroking her long hair with a look of regret.

"What's wrong? Is a corpse worth such tender treatment? Don't forget, this woman is the murderer who killed countless of our kind!"

A jealous voice suddenly rang out behind the man, a beautiful human woman leaning against the doorframe, her face contorted with envy. From their expressions, it was clear they were a couple.

"Lina? What are you doing here?" the man asked in a panic. Upon seeing that it was his lover, he immediately feigned composure and said, "No, I mean, I just wanted to see what kind of vicious woman this murderer was, that's all."

"Oh?" the woman replied, still full of disdain.

"I... by the way, I'm glad you're willing to come and see my workplace."

The woman remained silent, her face

still expressionless. "You see, Lina, my job isn't easy," the man said awkwardly, "You see, before I put each corpse into a body bag, I first... first... you know, the Chenfeng Commando are very cunning. Their priests often secretly resurrect the fallen under the cover of night, so... watch carefully, I need to tie them up tightly with enchanted ropes first."

"Oh?" the woman looked intrigued, her eyebrows twitching slightly.

"What!" Natasha was secretly shocked. So, she was not only going to be put into a body bag, but also tied up. However, she immediately felt relieved when her trembling fingers accidentally touched something hard. It was an astrologer's dagger she used for self-defense, and it was incredibly sharp; cutting ropes would be a piece of cake for it. Now she could only pray that they wouldn't find out, otherwise she would spend her life in endless darkness and confinement.

"You see, I usually do this first..." the man said, skillfully turning the "corpse" over, binding her hands behind her back with a crisscross pattern, then wrapping the rope around her chest several times and continuing to wrap the excess around the "corpse's" arms, before tightening it and tying a knot.

Natasha could no longer separate her wrists freely; not only her wrists but also her arms were tightly fixed to her back. This binding made it impossible for her to even sit up, as her hands and back were resisting each other while she was lying flat. The rope tightly binding her chest made her already full breasts appear even more prominent, like mountain peaks.

"Finally, I'll do this..." The man took out several more ropes and tightly bound Natasha's thighs, knees, calves, and ankles. After binding them, he forcefully bent her calves backward, connecting her ankles and wrists to complete a perfect four-horse binding shape. Finally, he stuffed a towel into her mouth and tightly tied her mouth shut with a strip of cloth!

"What a brutal man, you just wait!" The tight bindings, the constriction on her chest, and the arched posture that made her whole body ache, made Natasha grit her teeth, hating the man in front of her, and secretly vowing that if she could escape, she would torture him a thousand times over.

"Now, even if she is resurrected, she will struggle in place and will hardly be able to move an inch. She will also be unable to call for help or respond to anything." The man looked at his masterpiece with pride, somewhat carried away by his own arrogance. Seeing that she remained unmoved, he could only awkwardly turn back and continue his work.
Next, the man took out a long, narrow body bag. This body bag was quite unusual. Its surface was very rough and fuzzy, as if it had been made from an oversized towel—breathable and absorbent. It also had a certain degree of flexibility, allowing it to expand or contract as needed.

Although the body bag was somewhat flexible, it was probably still a little too small, and the man struggled considerably to slip Natasha into it. Seemingly unsure, he took out several more similar body bags and layered them on her head and feet, five or six times each! Finally, he tightly tied the opening with a piece of sinewy rope.

Once Natasha was inside the body bag, the feeling of being tightly bound became even more intense. If the ropes only tightly bound her limbs, the layers of body bags completely wrapped her up. The dense, tight feeling of being bound gave her an immediate urge to twist and struggle, to vent her frustration. Fortunately, years of combat experience allowed her to restrain herself, and her ambition grew stronger.

"What do you think? I've categorized this as a form of art," the man boasted.

"No interest," the woman replied coldly. Then she left.

"What's wrong with you…?" The man shoved the wrapped "corpse" to the ground and hurriedly chased after her.
"Ugh..." Bound tightly and with nowhere to grab onto, Natasha was pushed to the ground, the pain making her see stars. She let out a long groan! Looking back, she realized how naive she had been. If she had known this would happen, she should have gotten herself into a body bag and waited to be carried to the beach; that would have been much more comfortable.

Natasha was unaware that the two men had left, and was momentarily stunned by the groan she had just let out, fearing it would be discovered. She lay on the ground, enduring the pain, struggling to stay upright.

Fortunately, the door opened again soon after. This time, it seemed to be two workers who specialized in transporting corpses. They quickly carried her to the beach, dug a hole, threw in the body, and then left after burying it.

Natasha didn't dare to break free immediately. She was afraid that the crowds during the day would expose her plan, so she could only continue to wait patiently according to her own schedule.

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"Ugh..." "Ugh..." "Ugh!!! Ugh..." Faint groans of struggle echoed from a ditch somewhere by the sea. Natasha began to move.

Her slender fingers easily hooked her dagger and gripped it tightly, but in her struggle, she discovered that her weapon couldn't cut the rope.

The dagger felt like wringing a steel lock as difficult as cutting it, and unfortunately, the dagger eventually broke into several pieces. A feeling of despair quickly rose in Natasha's heart. She knew she was almost really finished.

Natasha didn't give up. She tried to pull her arms and legs away, attempting to break free from the restraints. But no matter how she twisted and struggled, her hands and legs remained immobile. Her whole body swayed like a snake in an S-shape, while her shoulders swayed from side to side like a roly-poly toy. Even worse, because she was bound tightly, her hands and feet were intertwined, and whenever she tried to lift her head or straighten her legs, her calves and thighs, wrists and waist would resist each other, tightening the ropes around her body. The tension in her flesh, especially her breasts, intensified, as if they would burst through her clothes.

The body shrouds, like towels, tightly wrapped around her body, their furry surfaces repeatedly and intensely rubbing against her skin. Her breasts, in particular, began to harden under the combined friction of the clothes and the shrouds, and a strange, inexplicable excitement slowly engulfed her. The fragrant sweat that had seeped from her body due to excitement was absorbed by the shrouds, further tightening the bindings and intensifying the arousal.

Surrounded by this torment of tight binding, wrapping, rough friction, and inexplicable excitement, Natasha began to desperately want to cry for help. Compared to this situation, rather than spending her life lying on the ground writhing until she dies of old age, she would rather be stabbed in the heart by a dagger and die. She wanted to attract attention, even if it was her enemy! It

seemed that being tightly bound would not allow her to have her way. So, Natasha kept twisting and struggling, and finally fainted from exhaustion. But when she woke up, she began to struggle again because she was unwilling to give up, and then fainted again. After repeating this many times, her violent twisting and struggling gradually turned into futile wriggling. The whimpering in her mouth became weaker and weaker, and her hands and feet began to gradually become numb. She had to accept her fate!

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Natasha fell into deep despair.

The endless darkness and physical torture caused her spirit to gradually collapse. Her skin, which had been bound by ropes and was starting to bleed, was soaked in sweat and rubbed by the towel, making Natasha feel a burning pain all over her body. Although almost exhausted, Natasha reflexively began to writhe in pain to lessen the agony, which only intensified the physical torture, creating a vicious cycle that seemed to spiral out of control.
"Ugh..." "Ugh..." "Ugh...ugh..." Natasha began to cry in despair; only a good cry could alleviate the pressure.

Finally, just as Natasha was about to run out of tears, she suddenly heard a soft, rustling sound above her head, as if someone was shoveling dirt!

"Finally, I'm saved!" Natasha, as if grasping at a straw, mustered her strength and began to whimper again, her body thrashing violently.

Soon, Natasha was gently lifted up, only to be slammed heavily to the ground.

"Whoever you are, let me go! Even if you're an enemy, it doesn't matter, just let me go!" Natasha silently cried out.

However, the person who rescued Natasha did not immediately grant her freedom, but simply stood by and watched.
On the ground, a body bag writhed and stretched like a maggot. Although the body bag appeared thick, it perfectly showcased the girl's curvaceous figure because it wrapped her so tightly inside. Especially her taut breasts, which even the thick body bag held high, the surface of the bag covered in straight, stiff wrinkles, making one want to pinch them.

Perhaps the girl was too impatient due to discomfort, because the body bag, which had been constantly writhing in an S-shape, began to roll impatiently on the ground. When it lay flat, its ends would occasionally bounce upwards, then it would groan and roll away again.

The man, unable to resist any longer, approached the girl and gently embraced the shroud. Then, with his other hand, he roughly ravaged her body, the force so great that the struggling girl nearly rolled to the ground again. The shroud

containing Natasha was finally untied, but her hands and feet remained bound, and she could only utter seductive "woo-woo" sounds.

And the one who saved her was none other than the Draenei man!

"Heh heh, little girl, this is the price for deceiving me!" the man chuckled coldly. "How does it feel to be bound? Ah, your skin is all torn, I'm sorry to have troubled you."

"Woo-woo…" Natasha knew she was about to fall from one abyss into an even more terrifying one.
The Draenei man uttered obscene words, blatantly defiled the girl's body, and finally, shamelessly lifted her skirt, peering inside!

Natasha struggled and twisted her slender waist, trying to curl up and prevent the other person from peeping, but her body, bound in a fetal position, was no longer under her control and betrayed her intentions. What she had intended as a curling-up exercise turned into a series of thrusting and hip-shaking movements, accompanied by intermittent moans, making her resemble a wanton woman in the throes of first love.

The man finally saw it! The alluring pink lingerie was faintly visible amidst the girl's violent struggles, making his eyes almost bleed.

The man laid Natasha flat on the ground, but when she tried to wriggle and roll to the side, he immediately and roughly sat on her waist, his back to her, lifting her long skirt to her waist. Her smooth, delicate legs twisted and turned repeatedly, arousing the man's desire.

"Mmm..." Natasha still refused to give up completely; she was still a virgin, how could she willingly be defiled by such a crude man?

"Let me go, you beast..." "Damn it, why are you tied up so tightly!" "Put down my skirt!" "Waaah..." "No... I can't..." "You bunch of self-proclaimed righteous beasts!"

The girl cursed and begged incessantly in her mind, struggling even more fiercely. Unfortunately, pinned beneath the man, she could only arch her chest, her thighs bound by the four horses swaying violently from side to side, while her abdomen and lower body thrust upwards even more intensely. As the man watched with rapt attention and began kissing her ankles, her taut body seemed as if it would snap at any moment, a painful sight to behold. "So fragrant..." The man even began to sniff Natasha's breasts

, like a hunting dog, little by little . 　　"Ugh..." Natasha shook her head violently, rolling away to continue her futile struggle. 　　However, Natasha herself sensed that the more she struggled, the more she was arousing his wildness. If she continued to struggle like this, losing her purity was only a matter of time. So she changed her strategy, ceasing her struggle, closing her eyes tightly, and feigning death. 　Yes, under the man's repeated harassment, she simply couldn't remain silent, so the girl changed her strategy again, leaning into his arms. [The rest of the text appears to be gibberish and unrelated to the initial statement.]

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