Intestinal Fortitude, part 2
(This chapter was written by another person.)

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Mathias Shaw rubbed his bearded chin and stared thoughtfully into the streets of Stormgrad as the people and guards rushed about their business.

"This Verandis..."

The head of intelligence swayed thoughtfully from side to side, his gaze thoughtful and unfocused.

"The complete pervert!"

In the same office with him was a man wearing a purple overcoat from boot length to eye level, on which ended a high collar. On the man's head was a huge hat with a wide brim and the same purple. The man was a magician and was seated reclining in an armchair.

"Who's to say! You're a maniac and a murderer yourself!"

The mage was not even particularly tense at what he heard. He stood up relaxed and held his index finger up.

"For the glory of the Alliance! Ready to burn children and old men!"

"The brat..." Matthias's face creased in displeasure. He knew this "Alliance hero" well. One of the many who now and then form guilds, ravage dungeons, and sometimes respond to the aid of their own faction to solve local geopolitical problems. And this particular one had a very unprincipled and immoral demeanor, which was in demand - this degenerate was willing to take on any job, no matter how dirty the deeds that had to be done. And now they were discussing another character who had only recently appeared, but had already distinguished himself in a similar way. A certain Verandis and the Other World had appeared out of nowhere and had already solved a lot of problems that should have led to irreparable consequences. Alas, word of mouth quickly spread that the guest and savior at the same time is a pervert, and what a pervert he is.

"He's just like you. Useful, but disgusting. No one diminishes your merits, but most of the living creatures will refuse to sit at the same table with you if they know what you have done."

The mage only threw up his hands.

"He didn't even kill her. I tell you, a chance to gut an uncooperative orchid is a fine thing. If he doesn't do her any harm."

"You're either jealous or admiring."

The mage only waved his hands more.

"No, I'm good at getting information out, but there's not much left of the informants. And this one's got such handy spells. Gutting a half-orc that even a grown man couldn't break. I tell you, she might have information. Give that strange elf access to her belly for a week, and he'll be grateful and willing to do anything and get useful information."

Matthias slumped tiredly and exhausted in his chair by the table. Why is he surrounded by such creatures-because he himself is like that? Unprincipled, cruel, but very productive.

"Okay, Ambergate, maybe you're right."

Verandis had already spent a week as a lodger in Stormgrad. He was about to leave, but was persuaded to remain as a guest of honor. He did not know how long such a favor would last in his direction, but for now he was interesting. He was questioned about his world, about the magic he used. And he willingly told them. Alas, he had already found out about his twisted desires from those around him. His merits were still acknowledged, but people clearly felt uncomfortable being around him. Especially it seemed to women. Strangely enough, though, this did not apply to dwarf women. One of them even joked once that "Dwarves have strong guts and a strong belly, so they have nothing to fear. They didn't prove it, but Verandis believed them.

He was more surprised when they decided to use his services deliberately. And for a direct purpose, too. Matthias Shaw of Capital Intelligence himself had asked for his help in extracting information from the captured half-orc woman Gorona. He was almost certain that his mischievous adventures in her cell had already been found out, which only increased his surprise and bewilderment.

And then, toward nightfall, there was a knock at his door. He opened it and saw a man in a long purple coat and a wide-brimmed hat on the threshold.

"Hello, I am the High Magician of Ambergate. There's someone to see you at Stormgrad Prison..."

Verandis was alarmed by the wording of the phrase.

"Are they expecting me in prison?"

The mage hesitated somewhat, but immediately continued hastily.

"Yes, as an expert for now."

"An expert in what?"

The mage grinned.

"An expert in ripping other people's bellies open."

They came to the cell when everything was ready. Ready for torture.

In the cell was Garona, the half-orc woman. She was bound hand and foot. She was stripped naked and kneeled down beside a small wooden figure that now served as a support under her back below her shoulder blades. This t-shaped figure was used to tie the captive's legs to its base, and her hands were thrown over it and tied to the rope that bound her legs together. As a result, the captive was arched, her head slightly tilted back, and her body arched forward below her ribs, so that her muscular belly bulged outward and was exposed. The orcish woman's face was full of strained determination, but it was also full of despair. It was beautiful, even feminine-her orcish features were prominent only in the way her lower fangs protruded and her lip protruded, and her nose was broad and large, flattened like a pig's snout. The rest of her face was human-like, though it was actually the features of a Drenean, which no one in this world had even heard of yet.

"Curse you, Verandis the Evrat, Verandis the degenerate!

The elf took it more as a sign of attention.

"Oh, you remember my name!"

Garona curled her lips and grinned angrily.

"I'll remember the name of the biggest bastard I ever met! For the last time, elf, clear your tin! Kill me here and now, give me a death worthy of a warrior, and I swear on my guts that I will forgive you and remember you as worthy!"

Then the mage in purple, who had been standing off to the side the whole time with his arms crossed over his chest, grinned. He walked over to the orchid and sat down next to her on the courts. He removed the glove from his right hand and placed it on the half orcish woman's smooth but firm belly, which was now in extreme tension due to the position of her body. The mage slowly stroked her taut abdomen, to the loud protest of the wearer herself.

"Get your hands off me, you scum!"

But the mage wasn't going to stop. No one here knew it, but he had a problem with using elemental magic, but he could do a little. His hand grew sharply cold and covered in a thin layer of ice, so that trickles of water ran down the powerful belly of the captive following the movement of his hand.

"Hey, Verandis, come and stroke that belly! Look how strong and firm it is!"

Verandis could hardly contain himself. His lust had already clouded his mind and he could barely keep from cumming right here and now. He couldn't believe what was happening. Still, he decided it was better to backslide than to continue pretending not to be involved. He sat down on the courts on the other side of the captive and obediently stroked her belly with the strange man in the overcoat. And the captive's belly was strong indeed. Even tougher to the touch than when he'd stormed through it recently, driving his fists into it. Hard as a wooden barrel, the half-orcish woman's green abs swelled and dropped like the fur of a pump. Her muscles pierced through her skin in large square protrusions. Her skin was smooth, though not too soft. The captive threw her head back in despair and closed her eyes as if waiting for it to end.

"Yes, it's very strong. So are her guts!" Verandis looked like a child who had been given his favorite toy.

The mage looked at him through the gap between the brim of his hat and the high collar. His eyes gleamed ominously.

"You've already dealt with her guts. Now we need more. We need to find out everything she knows."

Verandis shook his head sadly. He didn't look sadistic at all, more like an awkward young man, despite his hundreds of years.

"I squeezed everything out of her stomach, even crumpled her intestines. And only because of the fact that I immediately acted directly on her insides."

And their hands kept sliding over the wet surface of Garona's belly. Her whole life had been spent in humiliation. From ogres, to orcs, to humans. She had seen nothing but humiliation and coercion. Her family was taken from her, her home, her freedom. She did not even possess free will. And here she is, bound hand and foot, and two perverts are stroking her belly, which they clearly have no intention of doing anything good with. And all because another force has taken over her and subjugated her, forcing her to take another king's life. With grief, the girl cried, though barely visible, making a single tear run down her thrown-up face.

"So her belly proved too tough for you, Verandis." Said the mage with a forceful, thunderous sound, slamming the half-orcish woman's belly as if there was a huge bug sitting on her that he tried to crush in one go. Splatter flew apart from that slap.

"Yes, it's too hard, too muscular. I couldn't get to its guts." Verandis walked down her belly and stopped at the half-eared woman's bulging belly button. It bulged outward like the knot of a sack. A sack of thick skin, stuffed with powerful guts and muscles as hard as wood.

"Water cuts stones. On the information that she hides behind her strong muscular belly depends the lives of many, perhaps even the fate of all Azeroth. It is our sacred duty to destroy that belly, to squeeze everything we can out of its guts, to tear out its navel, to burst its stomach."

Verandis tried not to show it, but still it was all understood at one look at him. He just shivered at what he heard.

"I'll do what I can." He whispered.

Garona was terrified and tried to just take what was happening as a nightmare, a haze, an obsession. The cruelty of these people astounded her, though she had long ago become accustomed to being treated worse than a beast.

"You...no...even if you wanted to...I couldn't tell." Hurriedly and breathing deeply she dropped the words. Her strong stomach began to rumble as her breathing quickened to the limit. Something inside her, some force, forbade her to tell the truth. It urged her to endure all the pain and humiliation, but not to tell the truth. She could not tell where her own will was and where it was not.

"So much the worse for you. Open your mouth."

"No!"

She was not going to open her mouth. This mad elf and the man, who is no better, conspired and came up with a monstrous plan for her. They are going to forcibly stuff her gut and then torture her stomach and insides until the contents fall back down. Alas, her protest was cut short when one of the guards picked up a huge hammer and swung it violently across her belly, right where her huge protruding belly button was located. Garona screamed in pain, briefly, but it was enough for the guards to grab her jaws and open them wider, shoving a thick hose of leather between them. It prevented her from breathing and swallowing, so that when she felt something flow through it directly into her stomach, bypassing her throat, she could not resist it. This procedure went on for a minute, and then the hose finally left her throat and she was able to breathe and swallow normally again. She couldn't taste what she had absorbed, that was part of the torture.

"This should work." Whispered Verandis to a nearby mage and torture ally.

"Yes," the latter also replied in a whisper. "You suggested pouring rotten fish inside her, and I suggested fermented fruit and vegetables mixed with cheap wine. She'd get hungover, and the mixture would be begging to come out and cause gas."

The two guards and a couple of torturers set about the torture like true professionals - relentless and cold-blooded. As soon as the food filled the girl's stomach, they took turns in pounding the contents of her stomach with rhythmic and forceful blows to the stomach area, driving their fists right under her diaphragm. Verandis amplified their blows with amplification magic, and Ambergate would sometimes walk up to the half-orc, place his hand on her solar plexus area, and then use what he described as a very weak version of the magic blast - one that took place in the girl's stomach and attacked her insides from the inside. A full-blown version of the spell would have simply ripped her belly open in a bloody fountain.

To everyone's delight, Garona endured the torture like a true warrior. She panted and grunted and sometimes burped loudly and guttural, her stomach making deafening noises, but still she held back the urge to scream in pain or even speak to her tormentors. She lost all faith and just tried to endure what was coming down on her.

Then the process of pouring liquid was repeated. And again the process of hitting her stomach was repeated. And again a small explosion in her insides. And again the pouring of the liquid inside.

After the third pouring, her stomach visibly changed - the muscles were still visible on its surface, but the girl's belly had noticeably increased in volume in the stomach area.

"Maybe it's time?" - Verandis asked.

"No, our job is to make sure the contents of her stomach settle in her intestines. It has to be distributed throughout her digestive system. Only then will we proceed."

Now the blows were too painful for Garona to endure in silence. She screamed at the top of her throat, screamed in pain, growled and roared loudly.

"Damn the Alliance and its scum! How can you be so merciless!"

The mage smirked back at her, placing his hand on her stomach.

"We've only just begun…"

Hard work paid off as Garona's bulging stomach shrank, but the rest of her bulging, muscular belly began to grow. Sweat and what they could not fully pour down her throat flowed down the surface of her voluminous

Her abdomen, her body tensed with pain and effort, her abdominal muscles trembled, moans and grunts and gagging could be heard from her throat, sometimes she rewarded her tormentors with a powerful growl that was actually the sound of a terrifying burp rising from her gut.

"Boaaaaargghhhhhh! - A boargghhhh" sound echoed through the prison cell as another burp escaped from the captive's gut.

"Wild orc, you have no sense of propriety! You are drunk and fed more than a king's table!" The mage scolded her angrily, finally jabbing her in the gut, at which the half-orc growled resentfully.

It went on like that for another hour. Several buckets of stinking liquid were poured down her throat as if she were a cesspit. The stench was so strong that everyone present covered their noses as they pulled out another bucket. Verandis was shocked at how strong-willed the half-orc was, that despite all the gagging, she was still able to keep the filth inside her. He underestimated both her belly and her guts. This time he wouldn't go for tricks, but would go up against her in a fair fight and win.

Meanwhile, the buckets are empty. Garona's battered belly held their entire contents, and the torturers' fists tamped it all over her digestive system. Oh, her stomach was impressive. Already strong and trained, it was even bigger now, the muscular relief almost gone from its surface, but it only added to its hardness. It wasn't a single part of him that was swollen and bulging, but the whole of him, from his stomach to his guts, was bloated and bulging menacingly outward. Garona trembled in pain, her breathing was intermittent, she could hardly even swallow.

"It's done..." The guard exhaled with relief.

Half of the job was done- the prisoner was weakened, and with it her body and gut were weakened. Finishing what was left to be done was to crush her.

Garona's gut would not let her rest. The disgusting contents of her intestines were bursting out. The pain pierced through her, was unbearable, and each breath was accompanied by excruciating gagging. When her tormentors stopped, she was even glad, for she realized that now it might be over.

"Verandis, can you intensify your blows? You said the last time her belly resisted them."

The elf hesitated awkwardly.

"Yes, I can use amplification spells, but they might not be enough."

The mage smiled back, though his grin was hidden behind his hood.

"I can help with that."

After these words the mage folded intricate symbols in the air with his hands, and at that moment Garona's body was covered and almost immediately disappeared in a sparkling haze. Immediately after that her body seemed to fall down and her muscles relaxed. There was a long and loud sound of gases leaving the captive's body in the room.

"Disgusting..." The mage gritted his teeth.

"What was that?" The elf asked in a puzzled voice.

"The orchid's fart... No, what magic."

"No, what kind of magic did you use?"

"Oh, I loosened it- her body was artificially tired."

Verandis somewhat annoyedly parried that he should have done it much sooner, and then approached the agonized captive. His hands clenched into fists, a sparkling aura covering them, and then the elf resolutely struck directly into the captive's prostrate belly, striking her mercilessly in the area above her navel. His fist went deep, the muscles that had recently been as strong as wood unable to stop the attack and sagged, letting the torturer's fist sink further into her, crushing her gut, squeezing out its contents. The elf's determination was rewarded as the tethered woman's body convulsed, the cry of pain like a dying animal echoing throughout the cell. For a moment the captive froze, her body tensing so hard that her muscles began to tear from the exertion, and then she collapsed, the room resounding with a gurgling sound, as if dirt was bursting from a previously clogged pipe. The half-orc's guts failed to hold and emptied.

Verandis was amazed at the result-this time his blow itself was enough to crush the belly.

"Whoa, did you see that? Her belly couldn't take it!"

The mage in the hat only smirked wryly.

"I even heard it! Her intestines remain, all that's left is to clean out her entire gut. Go on, Verandis, disembowel her!"

What happened next could not be described other than being gutted alive. The half-orc's unfortunate belly suffered a harsh fate, one she had brought upon herself in the first place for her stubbornness and excessive resilience. The two experienced mages took turns applying their skills to her muscular body, weakening it and beating the crap out of it. Ambergate loosened her muscles, and Verandis delivered blow after blow, each one like a spear strike that didn't tear her flesh, but made its way into the very depths of her body. The blows to her lower abdomen forced her to empty her bowels, and the blows to her upper part made the half-orc begin to choke, first from her labored breathing and then from the harsh vomit streaming out of her throat in a murky, smelly slurry, her throat throbbing like a sleeve of nanos, her vomit spewing outward. The size of her belly shrank with each stroke. With each blow she vomited, emptied herself, convulsed, but hardly screamed anymore, for consciousness had almost entirely left her, and her mind could only sense pain, barely aware of its source. Her tormentors, on the other hand, were in a state of rage and systematic, measured succession of blows, one after another. At one point, her insides cleared. Her ruined belly was all blue with bruises, it could barely hold its weight and fell away like a stuffed sack - stuffed, in fact, with her mangled insides. To finish what she had started she was forced to drink another bucket of water, now clean - she could not even open her throat, so they forcibly closed her mouth, put a funnel down her throat and simply poured the liquid right into her gut. Then her belly was immediately attacked by Verandis, causing the water she had just drunk to gush back out in a fountain of filthy slop, washing away the rest of the filth she had been forced to drink earlier.

The captive hung helplessly from her restraints. Her hazy gaze stared into the void, her body slumped, her recently steely belly slumped relaxed and only shuddered under her rapid breathing. Soon, consciousness left her.

"Hey, you monster, wake up!"

Garona opened her eyes. She saw that she was still in her cell, her body still tied up, and all her tormentors still around. Her eyes nearly burst out of their orbits in horror, her mouth opened in a silent scream, she twitched in her grip and suddenly realized that her body didn't hurt anywhere. She looked around her and saw that there was no sign of the beating and that her muscular belly was once again as strong as a rock, the muscular relief showing through her skin again, and her belly itself bulging with determination as if to challenge her tormentors.

"We cured you while you slept, orchid."

Garona stared at the mage in the hat in horror.

"You will tell us anything we want, or your torture will happen again."

Tears flowed from the corners of the woman's eyes. No, this was a living nightmare. They had tortured her so, tortured her so mercilessly, but now her body could endure the torture again. But not her mind. No. It was worse than that. The spells placed on her and her mind will keep her from giving out information, but they will not protect her mind from the pain and shock she has endured and will endure again. Her shackles began to weaken from the monstrous pain. but she was simply unable to even be conscious of the pain, let alone speak or give out information. Now she could talk, but she could not bring herself to tell them the truth.

"No, mercy!"

Those present looked at each other in surprise.

"Mercy? So you're ready to tell us everything?"

The half-orc hysterically shook her head, tears flooded her eyes, her harsh guttural voice trembled, she swallowed, interrupting her speech.

"No! I won't say anything! I cannot! The spell shackles my body, prevents me from speaking the truth! Give me death! For I cannot endure this humiliation again!"

The wizard in the hat merely smiled back, and Verandis silently shifted his gaze from him to the captive and back again.

Alas, there were no options. - He walked over to her, squatted down, and stroked her strong, defiantly firm belly again. - We'll fill your guts again, squeeze it into your insides again, fill them to capacity, then weaken your body again and squeeze out the contents of your guts again. And if that's not enough, we'll do it again.

The woman threw her head back and howled in despair.

"Then open my belly and take out my intestines! If you have any honor in you, any mercy in you, finish me here and now! May your king live to the end of the ages, may your fate be merciful to you, but let me end here and now! Have mercy!"

But there was no mercy. And the torture was repeated from and to again. No mercy was shown when Garona's throat was opened again, a hose was inserted and a new batch of filthy stinking liquid was poured into her, no mercy was shown to her by the Stormgrad soldiers who began pushing the contents of her bowels with their ponderous fists. Mercilessly, her belly was stuffed to the brim, only to be purged again with merciless blows on her spell-weakened abs. Once again Gorona was humiliated, and once again her belly was a dangling sack full of guts. Again she refused to give out information about herself and her masters. Again the torture was repeated...

"Please..."

From the half-orc's mouth drooled, her once again beaten and already healed belly convulsing with fear, fatigue, and the memory of the pain it has endured and will endure again.

The magician crouched beside her and put his hand on her belly, stroking it slowly.

"Do you give up? Your belly couldn't stand up to us."

Garona looked at him as if half-asleep.

"Your victory. My stomach can't take any more torture."

The mage patted the half-orcish woman's large, bulging belly and beckoned Verandis to join him. They both sat on either side of her, stroking the surface of her belly.

"You admit that your stinking guts are full of shit, don't you?"

The captive already understood what they wanted from her - she had nowhere else to be humiliated.

"You're right, human. You and that mighty elf showed me that my guts are only good for shit and slop. You did a good job of beating it out of me."

"So are you going to tell us what we want to know?"

The half eagle grinned.

"I swear on my navel, I can't. I'm wearing a spell that won't let me do it. But I beg you, call a powerful wizard or wizard who can break the spell, and I will tell you everything you want to know."

Verandis turned to Ambergate. "See if you can get Varian to summon Proudmoore. Failing that, write to me and I'll see if I can convince Kael'Thas Sunstrider or Grand Magister Belo'vir Salonar to help."

Ambergate smiled sardonically. "Pleasure doing business with you."

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To be continued.