Chapter 3 - Meeting the Warlord (Beast/Furry warning)

Felicia awoke when she felt like she was drowning. She rolled onto all fours and began coughing furiously, watching as her mouth spewed a red liquid and large chunks of amber colored… sap? Feeling around inside her mouth with her tongue, the young Night Elf was finally able to open and close her mouth properly. She looked over at Queldara, standing over her, still in her underwear, with a bottle of wine in one hand and a smirk on her face. 

“Rude,” said the Night Elf, wiping her mouth.

Queldara shrugged, “better that than Satyr jizz.”

Felicia had to agree with that. She sat back, resting her hands behind her back but keeping her knees bent under her butt. She panted a bit, enjoying the feeling of being able to move her aching jaw again. Queldara watched her with interest until Felicia became acutely aware she was still stark naked and flung an arm over her breasts, “Um, can I have some of my clothes?”

Queldara nodded toward her pack, “just underwear please. I don’t want anyone barging into the tent and seeing you in full armor.”

Felicia caught herself just before she said ‘yes ma'am’ and simply nodded, reaching inside her pack and grabbing her underwear while muttering, “I’m Felicia by the way. Thanks for saving my life.”

Queldara gave her a nod, “No problem. We’ll be leaving in the morning and then it’s back to Alliance territory for you.”

Felicia shook her head. She had already made up her mind on this fact, “I’m not leaving without my sisters.”

Queldara frowned, “You can’t fight that many guards. Even if you could, your sisters wouldn’t want to come with you.”

Felicia frowned, “why not?”

Queldara sighed, “I’ll show you” and grabbed a rope.

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Felicia wasn’t happy with Queldara. She wasn’t mad either really, just annoyed that she was once again tied up and naked. She had just finished getting dressed in her underwear when Queldara had said she would have to remove them again to “keep up appearances.” The look on the Blood Elf’s face made Felicia believe she was enjoying the huntress getting naked a bit too much. Her arms were bound in front of her again, pressing her breasts together to “distract people from what they were doing.” And Felicia had some very clear instructions.

“They think you are my personal slave so you need to act like one. Nobody should challenge us but you need to keep quiet and do everything I tell you. If they don’t think you are obedient then things will go a lot worse for you. If I do get challenged I may have to have you do some unsavory things but after I show you the camp you will understand there are worse things then what I can do.”

Felicia was being pulled through the camp again, glancing around out of the corner of her eye while trying to keep her head bowed in what she hoped was a convincingly submissive way. Queldara was wearing a set of cloth pants and a tight shirt that showed off her taut belly. Her hair was once again done up in a bun.

Walking through the camp at night was a lot nicer. Not many Orcs were out, ready to pinch her or fondle her as she passed. They were moving towards the center of the camp again, and Queldara was quietly talking in common so nobody could hear her, “This is one of several Horde "breaker camps.” The point is to take people and turn them into slaves. The men get tortured on the east end to become down trodden workers. The women take up the rest of the camp to get training to become sex slaves for the highest bidder. The process doesn’t take too long actually.“

The passed the empty slave posts and Felicia gave a curious glance. Where had they moved them?

She had the answer to that when Queldara turned her around a corner and Felicia came face to face with a horrific sight.

A large animal pen stood in front of her. Half the pen was covered by a large canvas, and the other half was an open area with a long hitching post running down the middle. On the post were all of her sentinel companions, their wrists and heads bound to it and a large metal bar spreading each of their legs wide. Behind each sentinel was a large worg, the orc mount of choice. The beasts were leaning over the elves and fucking them like, well, animals. Half of the night elves were sobbing as the beasts raped them, the massive worgs digging their claws into the soft skin or firmly biting their mate’s necks to show dominance. On the other side of the post stood a line of Horde members, encouraging their beasts to break the women while beating their own shafts to the sight. One orc stepped forward to an elf that was panting more than the others and raising her ass into the air slightly. Felicia recognized her as Silendi, a priestess of Elune. All she seemed to be worshiping now was the dick inside her.

The orc moved up to her, pumping faster and pointing the head of his cock at her face. She opened her mouth wide as streams of cum splashed across her lips and skin and she consumed every drop that made it into her waiting mouth. While she was guzzling orc cum, the worg behind her let out a howl and tightened his hind legs, and soon Felicia saw several drips of cum falling from her pussy as well. It took a few moments for the worg to pull itself away enough that the cum began oozing out, and by that time the orc who had sprayed her face had cut her ropes and pulled the drooling priestess out of the pen.

Queldara sighed, “They all learn to love humanoid cock because they are taught the alternative is this.” She sighed, “Brings back such memories.” She turned to Felicia then, “Still think saving them is a good idea?”

Felicia sighed and hung her head, “I want to, but you might be right...”

Queldara was about to reply, when she stopped to stare at something behind the night elf. A grumble of orcish came moments before Felicia was bent forward, her head and shoulders sliding between the first to rungs of the pen. A massive furry hand was gripping her by her hair and Queldara was arguing with its owner in orcish. She felt a bulge of something massive pressing against her bare ass as her attacker grumbled again. She couldn’t tell what he was saying, but it sounded angry.

Queldara swallowed and leaned forward, speaking quietly to Felicia, “sorry about this, but that is the warlord of the camp behind you and I can’t deny him.” Then she stood up and smacked Felicia’s ass, shouting, “well, bitch, spread your legs!”

Felicia was looking straight ahead at the elves still being ravaged by animals on the other side of the pen and decided she better play along. Gripping the fence as best she could with her bound hands, she spread her legs and even pressed her ass a bit into the large figure. Might as well play along, she thought to herself. She was hoping that justified the feeling of excitement flowing through her.

There was a grumble of approval from behind her and she felt the cloth containing the bulge move out of the way. The thickest cock she had ever felt pressed between her legs for moment, sliding back and forth along her clit. Felicia stared ahead, wide eyed and fearful (or was that excitement?) The shaft sliding against her felt like it could on forever and she was sure the warlord wasn’t going to stop until it was fully in her. She was partially terrified, but the little voice in the back of her mind began to makes its way forward at the idea of being so full. This small voice was also helping to make her pussy dripping wet, which helped soak the large cock as it slid back between her lips. Finally she felt the tip press against her entrance. She took a deep breath and cried out as it was rammed inside of her.

Fuck, Fuck, Fuck!

Felicia’s tits were swaying wildly as she was slammed repeatedly by the giant cock. Each thrust into her tight pussy pushed the shaft a few more inches in, and she was hoping that it would bottom out in her soon. Twice already she had been forced to re spread her legs so more could slide in and she was grateful her pussy was enjoying the large shaft, otherwise this would have been dry and painful.

That was surprising to her. Normally she saw the horde simply as enemies to fight, but these past few hours had made her realize they were simply more men. Maybe larger and uglier, more horny men, but still men all the same. Being in Ashenvale had forced to be around women for the last few weeks almost exclusively, so a good cock thrusting into her, no matter how large, was not an unwelcome feeling.

As she stood there, her mouth agape and her mind reeling, she spared a glance at Queldara. The blood elf was idly stroking her crotch through her pants and leaned forward to stroke Felicia’s hair, murmuring, “Good slave.”

Was that for the warlord’s benefit? No, she had said it in common. Felicia was surprised she was genuinely happy she was pleasing Queldara and getting her excited. A small part of her brain told her that she shouldn’t be thinking that, but it just made her pussy wetter.

What was happening to her?

It wasn’t long before Felicia felt herself cumming, soaking the large cock inside her and squeezing tightly around it. Then her whole body shook with pleasure as she felt the shaft tense up inside her and soon she was groaning at the feeling of jet after jet of hot cum spraying her insides. The warlord’s orgasm seemed to last forever, and when he finally pulled out the young Huntress felt a torrent of juices, her own included, rush from her aching cunt and down her inner thighs. She collapsed onto the fence and let out a deep shuddering sigh of satisfaction.

She had become so engrossed in the large shaft that she had tuned everything else out. Now she heard Queldara’s voice, which was speaking loudly to the night elf women on the other side of the fence. “Do you see now what you can get if you just give in to your new masters? Do you want to spend your life being the worg’s bitch or do you want that massive cock inside you?”

Looking up Felicia was acutely aware that every sentinel captive was now staring at her hungrily. Gone were the whimpering captives. They had seen what obedience could get them and they were all eagerly opening their mouths for an orc cock. A dozen night elf women looked like they were seeing water after a week in Tanaris, the way they hungrily eyed the meat in front of them and slurped on the green dicks with abandon. The warlord pulled Felicia up before she could enjoy (wait, enjoy?) The sight any longer, spinning her around to face him. He was a large, black coated Tauren with one broken horn and a broad face. The tattoo on his chest was one she recognized as belonging to the Grimtotem tribe. Before she could react, he was kissing her hard (which was a strange experience) and shoving his long tongue deep into her mouth. He didn’t waste to much more time on thanking her though, tossing her body back to Queldara. She was so tired she fell at her feet. Then, without another word, the Tauren walked off. Queldara looked down at Felicia and smiled, “back to the tent then.”