Scarlatmonastery

 

 Tessa knelt before the Altar of Light. Reddish light seeped playfully through the colored window into the small chapel. The raging sea could be heard in the distance. No dark clouds yet obscured the sunset. The approaching storm would certainly bring rain tonight. The young priestess in her red and white robes kept flinching slightly when the north wind shook the massive doors.
The chapel was not big. Only eight rows of seats offered space for the believers of light in this land consumed by darkness. This land was once part of Lordaeron, the mightiest of human empires - but when the land was swept by the undead plague of the Scourge, a dark veil fell over all life.
Tessa herself, as a young girl, had witnessed her father being kidnapped by the servants of the fallen Prince Arthas. She had to bury her brother and mother with her own hands. She had suffered from hunger, lonely and alone, in a world that had become hostile. Only the Scarlet Banner had given her new courage to live.
She was taken in and given food and clothing. And perhaps most importantly, she had been given a new family.

The young, petite woman runs her fingers through her gray-white, shoulder-length hair. Her eyes fell on the door. Was anyone out there?
Sure, Rassala, her nun, as well as a few fighters, former farmers and citizens of Lordaeron who had given their lives in the service of the Scarlet Crusade. But something else was going on out there. Did she hear the wind? Maybe, she thought, trying to calm herself down. But she didn't succeed.
Tessa sat up. On the ground in front of her, the light, bright red, traced the Scarlet Crest on the stone floor. She felt the strength and took heart. The young woman bravely walked towards the unknown. The light was with her. But the light quickly lost its power as dark clouds crowded in front of the evening sun and plunged the room into darkness.
At that moment the door was pushed open and Tessa was horrified to see a massive orc warrior enter. It was one of those beasts that had come to Azeroth decades ago through malicious sorcery and was now attacking the former human lands together with the undead, trolls and the renegade blood elves. They called themselves the Horde.
The orc charged at Tessa, leaving her no time to cast a divine spell. She shouted at him. It was a bloodcurdling scream that would send any normal mortal running in panic, but this orc didn't seem fazed. Using sheer physical force, he grabbed her and threw the girl halfway across the room. She fell painfully on her bottom and moaned loudly.
Tessa wanted to get up, but the orc warrior was already at her again. With a wave of her hand she grabbed the fabric of her tabard and tore it. Only thin silk material now covered her breasts and her privates, while her flat stomach was now completely exposed. Then he grabbed her hair and dragged the priestess to the altar. Without giving her a chance to fight back, he pushes her upper body onto the altar. The sacred marble touched her bare skin.
The young woman screamed in panic, but her words were drained of all power. The orc actually enjoyed it. He kept his ax resting on his back, the blood of one of the human guards still dripping from the blade. Instead, he enjoyed his victim's panicked wriggling as a pelvis pressed against her cute little bottom. His loincloth did not hide the swelling lance that pressed against her red silk-protected bottom.
Tessa screamed and writhed. She smelled the foul odor of the orcbeast that now stood behind her. She felt his animalistic manhood pressing against her. She kept trying to concentrate. Tried to ask the Light for help and assistance, but she was a simple priestess, untrained in battle. Their armor was intended for light work in the chapel, not for combat.
She waved her arms around helplessly, further irritating the orc with her fidgeting, who finally grabbed one of her arms and twisted it painfully behind her back. You could hear the cracking of her joints, which was followed a split second later by her loud, painful scream. Panicked pain lashed through her body and her red-brown eyes were wide.
The orc grunted lustfully and tore apart the rest of her armor that normally protected her private parts from prying eyes. Then he also grabbed her second arm, turned it behind her back and tied her forearms together with the silk material he had captured.
Tied up like this, she stood on tiptoe, bent over the altar of light and had to expose her tight, young bottom to the unprotected gaze of her orcish tormentor. But that wasn't all the orc had in mind for her.
His strong hands roamed over her body. She could feel the rough, calloused fingers touching her skin. His scent hit her nose again. Heavy and smelling like an animal, it brought tears to her eyes. Everything seemed to darken. The chapel dedicated to the light was like a dark nightmare. The light that had flooded this hall brightly and proudly just a few moments ago was as if extinguished.
Tessa trembled as the fingers moved towards her chest. They lustfully groped the soft, round flesh and pushed up the red silk strips that had covered it. Tears rolled down her delicate face as the orc's rough fingers touched her nipples. He smiled contentedly, reveling in her fear. Drool formed at the corners of his mouth and dripped onto the girl's bare bottom. He rubbed his member against her crack again and again. Wet his lance with the moisture from her bare pubes.
The orc's grunt cut to her core. His calloused fingers played with her nipples as the bound girl tried to escape his touch. Her white-grey hair fell low over her face and partially covered her tear-filled red-brown eyes. She begged and missed, prayed and cursed, but nothing helped.

Then it was time, the monster pressed his lance against her opening. But it wasn't just her labia that had to endure the onslaught of his manhood. No, his pole was pressing against her tight rosette. Slightly moistened with her own juices, he pressed against that little hole. He pressed her body firmly against the altar.
Tessa screamed loudly. A man had never taken her before and for her this act was nothing but cruelty. Her young body writhed in pain as she felt him almost tearing her apart.
The orc's member forced its way through her rear opening with sheer force. The girl couldn't breathe. Her mouth was still wide open from her scream, but now she couldn't breathe, so all that came out was a soundless rattle. The rough monster hands were now squeezing the flesh of her breasts. He played with her hard nipples as he sank his stiff cock deeper into her anus.
Every thrust into her tight intestine caused the girl endless torment, which the orc continued to enjoy. For him, the scarlet priestess was just a toy that he could use to his heart's content to satisfy his bestial urges. He pushed into her faster and faster. He penetrated her butthole deeper and deeper, ramming her body against the altar.
Soon his urges began to completely take control of the orc warrior. He placed his strong hands on her narrow hips while his enemy brutally fucked her ass. His rhythm became faster and faster. His huge balls slapped against her pussy lips. Moisture dripped from them and ran down her tender thighs until it reached her high red knee-high socks that reached to her thighs.
Tessa was no longer able to scream. Her sounds were just panting, which matched the rhythm of her tormentor. Every thrust into her tight hole tormented her multiple times. The humiliation of being taken by such a wild beast now hurt her more than the actual, brutal sexual act. She wasn't just fucked by an orc, she was abused by this beast at her sanctuary.
However, his thrusts, the slap of his ball sack against her labia, his animal scent, also visibly aroused her. This was perhaps the greatest humiliation for the young priestess. She was raped by the enemies of the Scarlet Crusade. She wasn't allowed to feel pleasure. So she preferred the pain to the secret pleasure that her body felt after endless minutes in which the enemy abused her body so brutally.
Finally she felt the orc's member twitch within her. His roar echoed through the dim hall. Her thin intestinal wall, which had draped itself over his genitals like a second skin, conveyed every thrust, every pulsation, every tremor, every powerful discharge of the green-skinned beast.
He cried out loudly and clawed painfully at her hips as he unloaded large amounts of his hot cum into her bowels. Tessa screamed again. She struggled against her bonds and tried to get up. The orc pressed her violated body against the bare rock. She wanted to escape his control one last time, but she couldn't. While the monster was still filling her womb with his seed, the priestess's abdomen also began to tremble. She felt her virgin vagina begin to twitch as the girl climaxed for the first time in her life.
Unable to escape this final humiliation from her rapist, she now moaned in canon with him, her lust into the desecrated hall of the Scarlet Chapel.

When the last surge of his pleasure had subsided, the orc withdrew from his victim and sat down with his legs apart on one of the benches. The young priestess was still bound and bent over the altar. His seed oozed from her intestines, ran over her dilated, bare pussy lips and wetted the altar of light. The center of the chapel.
A small lake of orc sperm collected there and then ran down the altar stone. Tessa's hair was now hiding her tear-filled face. She cried, whined and sobbed while the wind raged outside and the orc grunted with pleasure.