It was a dark and dreary day. The eternal struggle between the Dire and the Radiant was nearing its conclusion. The Dire had penetrated all but the final defences of the Radiant's ancient. All the heroes it had summoned to wage battle on its behalf had fallen. All but one.

Tresdin was the sole survivor of the Dire's onslaught. As she watched her last ally fall, she made a hasty tactical retreat to the forest east of their base. The battle may have been last, but in her eyes the war was far from over. She would raise a new army, if necessary, but win she would! Realizing that raising an army would require gold, she immediately set out to vanquish whatever evils she could find within the forest, collecting the bounty on the foul creatures' heads.

She had just finished slaying the inhabitants of the final tainted "camp", as she heard a loud mechanical whirl, accompanied with the sound of trees falling over. Turning around she saw, in his mighty saw-suit, Rizzrack. Arguably the strongest hero in the Dire's army, he was more than a match for the Legion Commander, even in a one on one fight. She was fully aware of his power, yet she would not back down from a fight. Not now, not ever. She readied her large polearm for battle once more.

 "Well look who we have here!" Timbersaw irratically shouted out in his lunatical voice. Deciding not to waste words on the engineer, she simply stared at him, preparing to counter whatever move he was planning to make.

Suddenly,  Rizzrack mashed a button on his machine's control panel, causing it to raise its right arm and fire the hook and chain attached at the end. Through sheer luck, the hook struck Tresdin's wrist, flinging her arm backwards and pinning it to the tree. This caught both the heroes by surprise. A short moment of silence followed.

Knowing she could not win this fight with no room to manouver, and worse yet with only one hand, Tresdin took the initiative. She took her polearm in her free hand, and threw it towards Rizzrack. His sawsuit caught the lethal projectile, before snapping it in half. Throwing her weapon wasn't meant to be an offensive manouver, however. It was merely a distraction, as she tried to pull and pry the hook from the tree. To her distress, the hook was lodged in far too deep for her to remove it.

Nearly reduced to tears out of frustration, Legion Commander turned to face her assailant once more. She was not strong enough to escape, so she would face her opponent one handed, without her trusty weapon, and nearly completely immobile. If this was to be her end, so be it.

Rizzrack mashed another button on his control panel. The left arm of his suit was raised this time, and a second hook shot out. Anticipating this, Tresdin attempted to catch the chain, much as one would catch a flying arrow. She hoped to get a bit of leverage of her own this way. Due to her distressed state, she was unable to focus. She failed. Again. The hook caught her second wrist, pinning it to another nearby tree.

Timbersaw cackled maniacally. His opponent was now fully immobilized. He took hold of two large levers besides him, and pushed and pulled on them frantically. Mechanisms inside of the arms of the machine started ticking and buzzing, the machine slowly reeling itself towards his prey. Tresdin watched in horror as Rizzrack approached. One final time she tried yanking free from her restraints. It was no use. The damn hooks wouldn't even budge!

The sawsuit came to a grinding halt just as its hull pressed against Tresdin's body. Two large sawblade-teeth were positioned at either side of her neck. She kicked and struggled using her unchained lower body, with little result. The suit was well made. It could easily withstand a woman's kick. Rizzrack, now face to face with the restrained commander, looked her straight in the eye. "Hello there toots!" he blurted out, in his ever unstable voice. "RELEASE ME AT ONCE YOU FILTHY ENGINEER!" was Tresdin's response.

Rizzrack cranked the levers alongside him once again, and the suit pressed forward a little more, squishing the commander against the trees behind her, whilst simultaneously bringing the lethal edge of the large mounted sawblade ever closer to her exposed neck. "You're getting SQUISHED and DECAPITATED at THE SAME TIME!" the crazy little goblin shouted out, cackling maniacally as he drove his machine ever forward.

"S-STOP!" Tresdin finally stammered out, as she felt the sharp blade starting to cut into her neck, and the air being squeezed from her lungs. Rizzrack brought one of his hands to his chin, pondering the motion, without stopping his machine's motions. Tresdin burst into tears, feeling the blade starting to draw blood. "P-PLEASE! I'LL DO ANYTHING!" she frantically plead. Finally, Timbersaw fiddled with the levers once more, his machine slowly coming to a halt. "ANYTHING?" he asked. Swallowing her pride, Tresdin closed her eyes and gave a small nod, careful not to hurt herself against the machine's blade.

Timbersaw rose from his seat. He knelt on his dashboard, and swiftly lowered his pants, revealing his semi erect, quite disproportionate purple member. The disgusted Tresdin immediately looked away. The goblin took hold of his cock, and rubbed it against the commander's silky smooth cheek. Using his free hand, he pulled off Tresdin's helm and tossed it aside. Grabbing the once proud commander by the hair, he forced her to face his groin.

"You're gonna make me feel REAL GOOD!" he said, in a somewhat more stern than usual voice, adding "AND NO TEETH OR I'LL KILL YOU FIRST AND THEN HAVE MY WAY WITH YOU!" after some thinking. He rubbed the tip of his member along her lips. Tresdin kept her mouth closed. The foul stench of that...THING's....THING made her retch! She did NOT want to do this. She'd rather DIE! But then again, if she didn't, she WOULD die.

Reluctantly, Tresdin slowly parted her lips. "Good GIRL!" Rizzrack commented, as he slid the tip of his member into her mouth. Tresdin reluctantly started playing with it using her tongue. The taste was even worse than the smell. The Legion Commander felt like throwing up. She just wanted to get this over with already so she could get a new weapon and kill the little lunatic forcing himself on her.

Rizzrack pushed more of his member into her mouth, and slowly started thrusting his hips, slightly fucking the commander's face. Wanting to get him off as fast as she could, Tresdin ran her tongue along the underside of the goblin's dick, and bobbed her head as much as the sawblade against her neck would allow. Timbersaw grabbed the back of her head, and pulled it forward, spearing her on his cock, and cutting her neck slightly deeper in the process. She choked and gagged around his thick member as it entered her throat, cutting off her air supply completely.

Holding her head in place, Timbersaw started fucking her face relentlessly, wildly bucking his hips, his hefty sack smacking against her chin with every thrust. As he reached his climax, he pulled Tresdin's head back against the tree. Using his free hand, he gave his sensitive, spit riddled member a few more pumps before spurting rope after rope of pungent, thick jizz over Legion Commander's face.

Letting out a sigh of relief, he pulled his pants back up, and sat back down in his seat. A few droplets of cum dripped off of Tresdin's face, coating the sawsuit's blade. Pressing a series of buttons, both the chains disconnected from the machine. He moved it backwards, leaving the stained commander restrained against the trees. "WHAT ARE YOU DOING? LET ME GO!" she furiously shouts, having regained her breath from the rough throatfucking.

"No can DO! I have a few FRIENDS that would like to get to know you better!" Rizzrack replied. As he walked off, the remaining creatures of the forest slowly gathered around Tresdin, eager for revenge after the commander murdered their comrades.