Natasha the Punisher

In life, Natasha had always been a bad girl. She was widely known in Azeroth for her poisonous cruelty and dirty tricks, a fame that sent her straight to Revendreth upon crossing the veil of the Shadowlands.

But unlike most mortals, Natasha wasn't there to be judged. Instead, she had been chosen by Denathrius himself to serve him. She would punish the miserable souls that needed redemption.

Goros had been a reckless warrior. He fought under Garrosh's rule and killed dozens of innocents. He was arrested after the Siege of Orgrimmar, but released from prison to fight against Tyrande at the wake of the burning of Teldrassil, where he finally met his end after an arrow pierced his eye.

Now, they were both together in Revendreth, the judge and the sinner.

"Look to me, big boy" whispered Natasha with a soft voice from her black lips "The Venthyr have told me that you're impossible to break. I will show they are wrong."

"Shut up, bitch!! My honor and duty are above everything!!" replied Goros, lifting his eyes to look at his new tormentor.

He didn't expect what he saw. Unlike the ugly and deformed vampires of Revendreth, this one was a delicious blood elf with scarlet hair and a body sculpted like a goddess, and she was naked. Goros tried to reach his hands to touch her, but they were shackled with black chains.

"Don't be a bad boy" ordered Natasha, approaching him to touch his bulge while licking her lips "I will make you see the stars!!"

The orc felt his body trembling with pleasure.

"Spread your legs" said Natasha as she turned and walked away from him, giving Goros the chance to look at her perfect butt and hips.

The orc didn't hesitate and opened his legs, waiting for the endless pleasure that she promised him.

"As I told you, I will make you see the stars" said Natasha with an evil smile in her lips, a smile that sent a chill down Goros' spine and made him immediately regret having obeyed her. But it was too late.

Before he could defend himself, Natasha delivered a kick so hard between his legs that he felt like his eyes were about to jump from its orbits and his soul had been crushed.

The orc groaned in pain and fell to his knees, defeated. His head was shaking and he felt like puking.

"Want one more?" Asked Natasha, reaching for a pair of high heeled boots that lied at the back of the room.

"No please, I implore you" asked Goros "No! I give up!!"

"I will think about it" whispered Natasha with a grim in her lips "Remember my name: I am Natasha. I am your nightmare".