14. "To the Punished Go the Spoils"

Story by GrifterWolf on SoFurry

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#48 of Iron Author

Iron Author commission for zyxxs

After his imprisonment for his crimes, Garrosh Hellscream is punished by the Pandaren in many humiliating ways. But you have to wonder if it's truly humiliating, or something he could get used to?


14. "To the Punished Go the Spoils"

"Get in there, prisoner!"

The words had barely reached Garrosh Hellscream's ears before a wide, fat foot kicked the lower part of his back and shoved him into the small cell. Garrosh grunted as he stumbled over the chains tied to his arms and legs as they trailed him into the block with a loud, ear-shattering jangle that made him cringe. He turned, expecting his bonds to be released, but instead, the Pandaren guard slammed the jail door, nearly crushing the orc's fingers.

"Hey! What is the meaning of this?" Garrosh asked, holding up his arms. "You would have me chained up, even when secured in my cell?"

The bear glanced at Garrosh knowingly, and passed a cold look. "From what I have learned of you, Hellscream, is that the only true security from you would be your death." He said. "You will not complain, while under my watch. You will not speak, nor move until your hearing with the elders tomorrow where you will answer for your crimes."

Garrosh snorted indifferently and seated himself on the small cot that was supposed to make up his bed. "And you expect me to sleep in--" Quick as lightning, the Pandaren pulled open the jail door, brandished a sword and drove it hard into the cement wall, a mere inch from the orc's neck.

As he leaned in, the Pandaren flashed a greenish eye at the Orc, indicating his other one had been slashed out from the evidence of the scar that went under his eyepatch. "You have broken two of my rules in a matter of seconds." He said threateningly. "I can break your spine in half that time. Do you want to test this?"

Garrosh wasn't sure whether to be impressed or intimidated by this fat bear whose hot breath washed across his nostrils. He simply remained quiet and stared defiantly back at him with a distinctly acrid expression. "Good." The guard said, wrenching the sword from the wall and reinserting it in the hilt on his belt. "You will have your meal in an hour, I suggest you eat it. You may not eat again, if the ancients decide it."

Garrosh swallowed nervously, he hadn't expected such a dominant response from the gruff bear. He huffed angrily and seated himself, glaring at him.

His cell was without windows, and Garrosh couldn't look out into the night sky outside. He stretched his arms, feeling his muscles stretch and strain as he flexed them against the weight of the chains on his arms. He reflected on what he had done; which, in his opinion, was for the greater good of the Horde. He scowled quietly, clenching his fists until his nails began to dig cuts into his palms. Who were they to pass judgement on him? Who were they to take the mighty Warchief and strike him down like a rabid dog? Every thought that invaded Garrosh's mind grew more sinister as he thought them to the point where his anger was seething along his body; remnants of the Sha that had infested him only made him feel weak though and instead of growing all the more angry at the situation, he simply pulled his feet up onto his cot and laid his head down, resting in an uncomfortably contorted position as the weight of his chains threatened to drag him to the floor.

Morning came before Garrosh felt like he'd had the chance to blink. His arms and legs had fallen asleep and felt like they were filled with pins and needles as he was grabbed by the shoulder and pulled upright. He grunted sleepily at the guards before he was dragged to his feet. "Have you come to your senses and decided to release me then?"

"Hardly." One of the guards said coldly as they pushed the orc toward the cell door and walked him out into the hall. "Move!" He then urged after a few steps by shoving Garrosh's exposed shoulders, making him almost stagger forward. Garrosh tried to turn his head to growl at the bear, but a yank on the chains tied to his neck forced him to continue walking ahead and he found himself unable to look behind him.

After being led through a few long halls, then up a flight of stairs, Garrosh found himself suddenly walking on a plush red carpet that lined the room with a gold-colored trim. The room he was led into was dome-shaped, very round while the walls appeared to be made of stone or heavy mortar. Grand windows shined the rising sunlight into the room from their station at the top of the dome, but down below it was a fair bit darker. Looking in front of him, Garrosh saw two Pandaren; one male and one female standing at a small rise above the flooring he was standing on. Taran Zhu; the leader of the Shado Pan, stood silently in a darker corner of the room, glaring at him with so much contempt in his eyes that if it could, it would have burned a hole clear through Garrosh's face. The orc maintained his scowling glare as it passed Zhu's eyes and fell on the two Pandaren he approached, he did not recognize either of them, but it didn't matter; Garrosh thought, they all looked the same to him.

Garrosh was forcibly pushed into a position on his knees before the two, who stepped forward and stared at him for a few moments.

"Garrosh Hellscream." The female spoke first, garnering the orc's attention. "You have been tried by a council of Pandaren representatives as well as the ancient Celestials; Yu'lon, Chi-ji, Niuzao, and Xuen. With your utter disregard of the prosperity of our land you had so savagely invaded, that you attempted to make your own in order to defeat your enemies, and the fact that you have killed so many and left such destruction in your wake; they have decided that it was your pride that led to your downfall. No enemy influence caused you to do this, but you were merely clouded by your own indomitable spirit."

"Then, as you have clearly stated, I have done nothing wrong." Garrosh said. "So I am free to go?"

The male's eyes narrowed. "Such arrogance, it would seem that even your imprisonment has not taught you the price you have paid for your pride." His finger twirled in a thinly-braided beard that hung under his chin. "No, Garrosh Hellscream, you shall be punished. You have been proven to be crass, hard headed and a very angry individual. It was the council's vote that you be punished by your decidedly massive ego. You shall never again leave the land of Pandaria."

"What?!" Garrosh tried to get up, but was immediately knocked hard back to his knees. "What kind of a punishment is this? Do you think I would be homesick for that world which rejects me?"

"Furthermore; the wearing of clothing, any self dignifying features that you possess shall be barred. You will be nude, and shamed wherever you go, serving only your time in the company of other male Pandaren." He took a moment to chuckle in delight. "You will know the true meaning of how far we are willing to go... for justice."

"You... you can't do this to me!" Garrosh roared as he bolted up to his feet. "I am an orc! I am stronger than all of you! I will destroy this island to return to my people! I--UUHH!" He grunted as Taran Zhu flashed from his dark corner and appeared immediately under him where he delivered a hard-earned blow straight into his abdomen. There was a spinning kick in there too, but Garrosh didn't see it, the only thing he saw next was the ground rushing to greet his face, and all went black.

"Are you sure this is how you do this?"

The voice that had roused Garrosh from his unconsciousness was only preceeded by a sudden and extremely painful object pressing against his face. He let out a muffled cry, but found that his mouth had been efficiently locked shut. He opened his eyes and cringed at the bright lights they found as soon as he did. He couldn't see down his body, his head and jaw were held in place by some sort of a vice, but he could tell from his sweat on the cold metal under him that he was completely naked and tied to this slab. A hand grabbed Garrosh's head roughly, he could feel the nails of the fingers drilling into his scalp. "Hold still!" The male voice ushered at him. "This is very delicate work, I don't want to needle out your eyes, Hellscream."

There was a buzzing noise, then the feeling of something burning along his temple that etched along a path under his eye. Garrosh's fingers curled into as much of a fist as the hand rests would allow him. "Rrrrhhh!" Garrosh growled, trying feebly to twist his head away. "What are you doing?!"

"A stubborn one this." The voice said.

"Yes, full of pride and arrogance." A second voice that Garrosh recognized as Taran Zhu spoke up. "This will be a good lesson to teach him." He chuckled. "Maybe a little darker around the eyes."

"You got it."

The sudden re-application of the needle around Garrosh's eyes made him grunt. "RRRAHHhhhwhat are you doing to me?" He said, still trying to open his mouth wide but only talking by voicing his words through his lips. "Release... me..."

"You best hold still Hellscream." Zhu said, suppressing an amused tone of voice. "You wouldn't want to end up with ink in your eye."

"Ink?" Garrosh asked. "You're tattooing me? Why? What are you tattooing on me?"

"A new aspect of your life." The response was as vague as the faces hovering over him. Another hand grabbed his head on the other side as it felt like a second pair of hands were working at him. The voice was coming from the second artist who placed something against his lips. "Now try not to speak very much, we wouldn't want to blacken your teeth." He said teasingly.

Garrosh couldn't properly sputter out the pain that shot through him now. He groaned out a pained cry. His chest was shaking but his arms and his legs were bolted down, but he couldn't do much but struggle against his holdings. "Perhaps add some texture for him." Zhu suggested. "I am sure that would add his value to the market."

"Market, what are you talking abo-UUUT!?" Garrosh whimpered as the needle missed and nicked his gum under his tusk.

"Careful." Zhu said. "That will harm your value."

*Good* Garrosh thought suddenly as he tried to speak. "NNNH!" He grunted as he felt a pair of fingers shove against his chest, a pressure point he'd never been aware of before. A pain that suddenly pounded through his chest.

"Speaking would only prolong the procedures." He could hear Taran Zhu's voice pulsing through his mind, echoing loudly and making Garrosh cringe, short of breath as the pressure point built up and his chest tightened even further. "I suggest that for the time being, you go along with this, no matter what the elders have in store for you, what I can do, should you defy the words of the Celestials will be far worse."

Garrosh passed out again, he wasn't sure if it was the pain of the tattoo artists working away at his face, or if the pressure point suddenly induced unconsciousness. The next thing he realized is that he was being thrown into a cell and every inch of his body hurt. "Ahhh! Grrr!" He grunted and felt his face; a sticky residue covered it, likely it was some side effect of the tattooing, but as much as it pained him to do so he forced himself upright and got to his feet. He panted feverishly as he made his way over to his mirror and glanced at his reflection:

Inked, completely inked along his face and around his eyes in fairly distinctive, splotchy patterns. As he rubbed at the tattoos he found himself with, he could see several intricately smaller tattoos that were subtle, and much more subdued than those around his eyes. "Wh-what in the?" He said, looking at his now-blackened lips, even his nose was black around the nostrils. He put up his hands and saw they too were littered heavily with black markings, looking down his body, his belly was cleverly shadowed out to retain its normally dark tan while still looking like it was bursting from a layer of black fur. "What did you DO to me!?!" He screamed in utter agony.

"What? Do you not like wearing the face of the people you've hurt with your little... tantrum, Hellscream?" Taran Zhu had almost appeared out of the darkness. "Do not worry, old friend. We are just getting started."

"No, no you cannot leave me like this!" Garrosh shouted as the Shado Pan took a step back and seemingly disappeared right where he had been standing. "TARAN ZHUUUUU!" His voice echoed and faded from the now empty room.

A cold splash of water dumped over Garrosh, who sputtered and awoke with a violently loud roar. To his surprise, a trio of Pandaren females were attending him with brushes, and soap. They touched him in places even he had rarely touched himself, giggling with a strange demure laughter every time he would object to the bathing. As soon as they were through, one of them produced a rather large plate of food and put it down in front of him; it was a mixture of sugary snacks and meats that made the orc's stomach growl in anticipation. But as the females departed from his company, the realization of this situation finally came to him; he was still an animal to them, still some caged prisoner who had in all fairness, done nothing wrong and he would have to make them pay. Angrily, he threw the plate, which smashed into the wall and left an explosion of sweets and meats all over the floor. Huffing angrily, the orc laid down on the floor and stared up at the ceiling, trying to ignore his body's overwhelming need for food by placing his hands on his bare stomach and trying to put it out of his mind.

Nearly an hour passed before another large plate of food was shoved under the door. Garrosh ignored it at first, but looking at the moist-looking meats on the plate, he finally gave in, devouring his food in two, maybe three bites. The binge produced an uncontrollable hunger to eat more. "More... more...!" He could hear himself speaking as he grabbed the food splattered on the floor earlier and began to eat it as well, even getting to the point of licking it off the walls. As he threw himself away from the walls and back onto the floor, the door opened and two of the guards entered the room.

"We trust you've enjoyed our treats." One of them said. "Master Zhu says that you will be transported to your new home in one week."

"You will be fed five times a day, and you will eat no less. If you behave, you will also have an hour of recess in the town's square."

"Will I be able to be clothed?" Garrosh asked, his voice surprisingly calmer than he expected.

The guards shared a laugh. "No, I am afraid not." One of them responded. "That would be against the law of your punishment."

"Then, to hell with your "recess"." Garrosh said sternly, causing the guards to look at one another.

"It was not a requirement that you did, but an option." The other guard said. "Either way, you'll be out of our fur in a week, and an associate at Tahn's house."

"Tahn..." Garrosh couldn't place the name, but it didn't really matter as long as it wasn't here.

"You should consider yourself lucky that Tahn would accept an ugly old, Mushan-turd like yourself." Garrosh looked up at the guard and glared. "But you've got to learn the consequences of your mistakes."

Garrosh was infuriated by this, why would they have anything to say about this. He simply sat back and stared at them, blocking out their words and not listening to them. After a time, they simply turned and left the room, closing the door behind them.

"Fat, bear pricks." He growled after they had gone.

Two hours later, there was another plinking noise and another full tray of food was shoved under the small slot at the bottom of the door. It closed too quickly for Garrosh to catch it, not that there would have been much that he could do in that position anyway. He simply ate the food that was provided to him, and waited.

Another week went by, faint afterglows of sunlight filtering in from outside kept Garrosh aware of the time before they came in again. Every day, the light that shot into the darkened room blinded Garrosh for a moment, but this time he was surprised when the Pandaren grabbed him under the arms and hefted him up into the air.

Garrosh felt his stomach bob a bit; eating the food left for him had taken a great deal of the ripped musculature in his mid section and replaced it with a flabby roundness that he couldn't help but notice as he tried to walk. They dragged him outside, despite his legs only still really working at half-tempo to their pace, and he found it was pouring down rain before he was thrown into the mud behind a horse drawn carriage. He grumbled as he was lifted out of the mud, the rain doing a decent job of cleaning his skin off until they threw him into the back of the carriage where another guard quickly shackled him in place.

"Wh-where are we going?" Garrosh asked.

"To Tahn's." The guard responded. "And you will be led there."

Before Garrosh could react he found himself shoved back out of the carriage and into the mud again. He got up as he heard the yaks at the front of the carriage being ushered into action and the ride began to move. Garrosh was pulled along behind the cart. He grunted as he was forced to step forward, using his hand to wash the mud off of his face and body as best as he could. It was daytime out, and as they approached a lone village in the forest they were traveling through, despite the downpour, several villagers appeared in doorways and windows to watch the naked orc be pulled across the landscape.

The villagers pointed and laughed at the lesser-fit orc being pulled through the town, Garrosh even cringed as fruits were thrown at him, several apples and bananas exploding on impact with his back and ass, embarrassing him further.. Garrosh was grimacing and blushing even well after they passed the border. As the rainfall began to turn toward a drizzle, he shook his shoulders to try and shrug off the water as the carriage approached a rather large building. He looked up at at the sound of a squeaking oil lamp that hung near the front door, the hay that made the roof thatch looked almost reddish in tint while the doorway hung open at the top of a flight of rickety looking wooden steps. A sign at the bottom of the steps read "Tahn's House" which told the orc that they had arrived. The carriage came to a stop and Garrosh nearly ran into it as he was automatically walking still.

"Alright, we are here." The guard from within the carriage said as he hopped out and unclasped Garrosh's chain, winding it around his hand and wrist to hold him in place as another came around and helped to escort him toward the door where another bear was waiting for them.

He was dressed in a white smock with a black shirt underneath. His grey-tinted fur only stood out with the patches of black along his eyes and ears. He had a long beard under his chin and he had a stern glare as Garrosh was pushed up the stairs toward him.

"Some very interesting markings." The bear said, running a finger along Garrosh's eye. "But once you are cleaned up a bit, I am sure my patrons would spend some time with you." He looked over Garrosh's shoulder. "And if he has been physically damaged, your masters will hear about this." He said to the guards behind him.

"No sir. Just some fruit." One of them responded, wiping the remnants of fruit juice off of Garrosh's back.

Tahn huffed in irritation and took the chain from him. "Very well then. You may leave." He looked at Garrosh. "And you look like something that's crawled out of a vermin burrow. Come with me." He said, yanking the orc's chain and dragging him into the building.

It was a fully-fledged restaurant inside, at least a dozen or two patrons looked up as the tattooed orc was dragged, soggily and muddily into the parlor. Tahn didn't bother to be discreet, in fact it seemed like he put more effort into making himself and Garrosh known, than being quiet as he pulled him through the back door. Garrosh saw a ring of stones that bordered what looked like a tub of water. As they approached, the orc let out a cry as Tahn kicked him into the water, which smelled of sweet liquid, but tasted foul. He sputtered and emerged coughing. "Clean yourself." Tahn said as he tied off the chain. "I will have food prepared for you and set here by the time you are finished. Then come and find me and we will get your room arranged." He turned and left the room.

Garrosh yanked on the chain that held him in place, it didn't want to budge from the knot that was tied in it. He latched himself up onto the side of the bath and pulled harder, but still nothing as he fell back and hit the water, submerging again. Had his strength been drained from him during his week's stay at that prison? He emerged again coughing and blinded by the water in his eyes for a few moments until his hands found something soft.

"Heh heh." A deep chuckle alerted Garrosh to the fact he'd pressed himself against a Pandaren who had found his way into the bath and he quickly wiped the water from his eyes to see a large bear with blue eyes looking at him. Garrosh pulled back suddenly. "Oh, don't worry. I mean you no harm." He said before abruptly shoving Garrosh's back against the stones. "Unless you like it that way?" His thick body pressed up against Garrosh's body, their stomachs pressing together as the orc felt something very thick and very hard pressing against him from under the water.

"L-Let me go, you fool!" Garrosh argued, trying to struggle out of the bear's grasp, which was rather impressively tight around his back. The male asserted himself and angled Garrosh so that one of his legs rose out of the water, holding him terribly off balance.

"Oh, I like it when they struggle." He teased, his fingers finding the orc's backside under the water, then trailing up to play with his flesh between his cheeks. Not surprisingly, Garrosh tensed up under the bear's weight as he squeezed their bodies together even tighter, it was only then the orc realized exactly how his stomach had grown in even as little as a week with their diet.

Garrosh tried to pull away but he kept losing his balance as the Pandaren forced his hand down to hold the orc still, swinging his legs up onto his shoulders, he chuckled as his fingers found his thick endowment. "Well, well. Someone does enjoy this after all." He said as he adjusted himself under and pressed his cock against the warmth between Garrosh's legs.

"B-but... I'm not... attracted---NNNH!" Garrosh grunted and tried to reach up to claw the bear, who merely swayed out of his grasp. "AHHH!" He cried out, grabbing the side of the tub as he felt the shaft penetrating him.

The pandaren growled as his massive paws grabbed Garrosh by his ankles and pulled them high as he thrust inward further, causing the water to swish and splash around them. "Oh, I do not pay for your lot to care if you are being fucked by a male." He said gruffly. "I simply pay to fuck you." He grunted again as he thrust in harder, making Garrosh's feet roll slightly at the feeling of being lifted off the ground.

Garrosh panted and grabbed his stomach with one hand, he hadn't realized how out of shape he had gotten, if he wasn't careful, he would end up as fat as the pandaren themselves. It had only just occurred to him that this could be what they were planning. He panted and cried out as the beast's claws grabbed at his hips now, lifting him and plunging into him as Garrosh's aroused cock had popped out of the water and was resting effortlessly against the base of his stomach. Garrosh was crying out, but not in pain so much anymore, he was enjoying this; he wasn't sure why, but something in him begged him for more, and soon he found himself whispering it to this unexpected guest, and he obliged by really bucking hard and spreading the orc's ass apart. Garrosh came twice before the bear, suddenly shooting loads over his shoulder and along his chest, which was quickly washed over by the water they were resting in. When the pandaren erupted, a great warmth filled Garrosh's stomach and he shuddered violently as he buried himself to the hilt until pockets of warmth bubbled over the orc's ass under the water.

"Mmm... a good buy." He muttered. "Well worth the bath."

Slowly, he withdrew himself from Garrosh's ass and briefly rinsed it under the water before climbing out, stepping into a pair of sandals beside the pool and wrapping a towel around himself before making his way inside.

"A good... buy?" Garrosh asked himself as he managed to stagger out of the pool, only to find that someone had left a tray of cakes on a nearby table when he had been getting plowed. He grabbed one out of sheer habit and began to munch on it as he made his way back into the inn. Spotting Tahn up at the top of the stairs speaking to someone, he made his way up to meet him, stopping for a moment to reach back and clutch his ass as the pain was just now starting to seep in. Losing one's virginity was probably not the least painful thing in the world but he didn't mind it. "Tahn..." He said as he tried, but failed to shove the pandaren back in anger. "What--what are you doing to me? What is this?"

"Pardon me." Tahn said to the bear he had been speaking with and turning his attention to Garrosh. "What is it?"

"Some... some pandaren just came out to the bath to fuck me!" Garrosh shouted, prompting a sudden silence in the room below, which made him blush in embarrassment.

"Yes? And?"

Garrosh shook off his confusion and stared at the male. "It... it's not a common practice to suddenly be fucked in the bath." He said at a bit more of a hushed tone.

"It is quite common in my inn." Tahn said. "A house of pleasure rarely offers a service more profitable than companionship."

"A house of--" Garrosh paused in shock. "You mean I have been sent to a brothel?!"

"As penance for the pain you have caused our people, you will be servicing the needs of them. Without clothing, you'll be more accessible." He poked Garrosh's stomach. "With the gut the size of our own, and the markings to match, the fact that you were an orc is no longer a factor. It provides comfort that you have become one of us, and as soon as we can think of a name, the name Garrosh Hellscream will become less than nothing in meaning for us. As it should be."

"You--you can't do this to me!" Garrosh hollered angrily.

"Oh, yes. We can, and depending on you, it could be a life of nightly pleasure, or a life of pain." Garrosh gaped his mouth and tried to search for something to continue the arguement but could find nothing. Tahn pulled out a sack of gold and began to rifle his fingers through them. "Oh, and you are booked for the next three hours, we will try to find you a room in the meantime." He said, smiling at the orc who took a step back and glared. "And, Garrosh... please, try to smile. This is meant to be a "happy" place." He said with a wide, almost malicious grin.