Chapter 1 - Matron

         “Beg me for more, Bitch,” growled the massive Orc.
         
         The bitch in question was kneeling on the ground in front of the green brute, her hands resting in her lap. Her head was hung low, the long silver hair matted with sweat and dried cum and cut raggedly short. Her body was bare of any of her former sentinel’s armor, leaving her soft light blue skin exposed to the warmth of Ashenvale and the tent. Her lithe body was marked with the light scratches of worg paws, a remnant of her latest turn in the breaking pens. Despite her haggard appearance, the worst thing about the Night Elf was the way she shook. She shook not with fear but with the last ounces of restraint she could muster at the command. Her jaw was clenched with every last drop of effort the battered and beaten woman could manage as her hands ran over her thighs. Those stupid hands seemed set on betraying her. They worked on their own, sliding long slender fingers over delicate skin to send tingles of pleasure coursing through her body and into her aching crotch. She felt the thick nipples on her breasts harden at the sensations, though their erect nature was more normal these days than it should have been. The large, heavy breasts heaved with effort as she breathed deep to fight off the desire to obey.
 
         Beneath her, the soft fur she knelt on did nothing to help. It tingled against her heightened senses as she wiggled uncomfortably. In the back of her mind she knew what it was. She knew that this had once been her prized companion, the saber that she rode into battle on countless occasions. Now it was nothing more than an extra layer of defeat to add to her weakening mind. It was that thought that finally broke her. That realization once again that she would never see the great beast she had helped raise, that drove her over the edge.
 
         “Please, master,” She whimpered out, softly, “Please let me suck your cock.”
 
         The Orc gripped her by the hair, yanking her head back so he could glare into her vacant silver eyes, “Louder, bitch! I want the entire camp to hear you!”
 
         The former warrior winced in pain, but kept her eyes trained on the Orc. She knew he wanted her looking directly at him and though deep down she dearly wanted to resist, she also knew the consequences of disobedience all too well. Instead, she raised her voice to a near shout and cried out, “Please Master! Give this bitch your cock! Let me feel it inside me!”
 
         The orc let her go, laughing in triumph as she hung her head again, “Well? What do you think, Elle?”
 
         The other figure in the room, who had been a silent observer until now, stepped forward. She was a lithe figure as well, even skinnier than the kneeling elf. Her skin was pale and eerily beautiful. Her full lips puckered in slight concentration as she ran her solid green eyes over the naked darker skinned cousin to her race, “She’s broken alright. The spells and the training have finally taken hold. You can tell by the distant look in her eyes.”
 
         The Orc nodded, his meaty hands working to undo the clasp on his belt, “Agreed.”
 
         The elf raised a curious eyebrow, “What are you doing?”
 
         In response the Orc undid the clasps on his pants fully and let the trousers fall away, gripping the base of his rapidly swelling shaft, “Giving the bitch what she wants, of course. Want to stay and watch?”
 
         The Night Elf felt a hand grip her hair again and pull her head level with the swelling cock. She caught a glimpse of the disgusted look the Blood Elf gave the green skinned monster moments before the hard meat slapped into her face. She ignored everything else as she diligently began licking and sucking whatever part of the green shaft she could. She barely heard the other woman in the room say a quick, “No thank you.” Then she left the Night Elf slave to her reward.
 
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         Matron woke up from the dream with her hand already two fingers deep in her aching pussy. The Night Elf opened her eyes and moaned as her fingers plunged away, soaking her hand and the fur beneath her. Her legs bent and curled under her, lifting her lower half into the air and thrusting it up against her probing fingers. She always woke up from dreams like that already in the process of self pleasure. Most of the time she remembered her later experiences, but she had surprised even herself by remembering something so early in her new life. She had almost even felt her mind before her breaking.
 
         She glanced around the tent to see if her master was still around this morning, able to multitask looking for her lover and loving herself easily. Yet she saw nobody else within the tent. Her master had apparently taken off early this morning without partaking in her flesh. It was uncommon, but not worrying. As the alpha of the Hordebreaker Pack, a name her saviors had given to themselves after the successful attack on this very camp, he had many important tasks each day. According to what little she had heard, the Horde forces were emboldened by the recent attacks on Teldressil. This meant more Horde to kill and keep from finding their little slice of heaven for the men of the Pack.
 
         Not that Matron spared much thought to war or anything other than her Master’s commands these days. She had barely even felt anything when she had heard of the burning of her former home. Instead she focused on her true purpose; being a horny slut for the Pack. She brought herself towards the edge of an orgasm quickly, her fingers touching her most sensitive spots easily, but stopped just before she crested over the peak. Her hands jerked out of her slick pussy and she lay there, panting heavily but not cumming. She could have cum, but decided to be wet and willing for whatever the day had to offer.
 
         After a few moments to collect herself, Matron stood on slightly shaky legs and began her morning ritual. She stretched her battle hardened body so it could bend and twist without any issues with stiffness, making sure to strike all the poses that may be required from the Pack. While it was unlikely that anyone would take advantage of her so early in the day, she still found it prudent to keep her body limber just in case one of the Pack got restless. She couldn’t refuse any of them, of course. Her training prevented her from doing anything other than following their instructions, no matter their role within the Pack. Her Master knew this, instead taking out his fury on the Worgen who had taken her rather than the broken slut who could not help herself.
 
         Once she was satisfied she could handle any position, Matron moved out of the tent with a confident stride that did not befit a normal slave. That was one of the privileges of her station among her peers. Yes, she was still a camp slut and low on the totem pole, but her position as Matron gave her respect even among the Pack. Her job was to make sure the camp ran smoothly and everything was taken care of at home so the roving band of Worgen could focus on hunting and their own desires. 


Two other slaves stood just outside the entrance of the tent, slightly surprising Matron and bringing her from her thoughts. They were both as beautiful as Matron herself, hand picked for their beautiful features and re-geared with their modified sentinel armor. Armor which did nothing to hide the gorgeous bodies beneath anymore.
 
         “Bitch? Slut? Why are you not with the Master?” Matron asked, glancing between the pair.
 
         Bitch, the green haired beauty with a set of similarly colored claw mark tattoos on her face, spoke from her left, “Master commanded us to watch over you, Matron.”
 
         “He said you were tossing and turning and was concerned you were having a nightmare,” Slut added, her voice chipper as she leaned on the long curved spear she wielded. She was the shorter of the two, her blue hair done into a pair of pigtails and her face always a bright beacon in any situation.
 
         Matron ignored the comment, not wanting to show weakness even to two fellow slaves, “I am fine. You may return to his side.”
 
         Bitch shook her head, “Apologies Matron, but we are to follow you today. Master’s orders while he is away.”
 
         “He is gone?” This was another surprise to Matron. She glanced around to see if she could spot him in the camp despite the guard’s words.
 
         Slut nodded quickly, “Yep! Said they had some business in the forest today. Something important, it sounds like.”
 
         Strange. She had not overheard any plans over the past few nights. Maybe something had happened late after he had fucked her to unconsciousness? Was he keeping secrets from her? She shook her head to clear the thoughts away. Her place was not to question her Master, but to fulfill his desires. Right now she had a job to do.
 
         “Very well,” she said to the pair, “Stick close and do not act unless I ask for your help. Understood?”
 
         The two nodded and said as one, “Yes, Matron.”
 
         That response sent a thrill through her. She always got a small jolt of pleasure out of commanding the other slaves. She never knew why, but she enjoyed keeping them in line and making sure they were serving to the best of their abilities. Perhaps that attitude was what had attracted the Master to her in the first place. He had chosen her as Matron for her ability to command those around her. It was a job she would not fail him in.
 
         The trio of elves began moving through the camp, passing by the tents that were clearly built by members of the Horde but maintained now by the Hordebreaker Pack’s slaves. She stopped at each tent, noting with a bit of scrutiny that none of the Pack were around. She woke up each slave, snapping them to attention and giving them a quick set of orders for the day. Each time she was met with a sharp, “Yes, Matron!” or “Of course, ma’am!” accompanied by a bowed head and a blush. Each time it sent that same small thrill through her, though she tried to maintain her composure as she moved towards the center of the camp. As she walked she glanced towards the outskirts, her eyes lingering on the half dozen thick wooden poles sticking from the ground near the outer barricade. A brief memory flashed in her mind. Of her defiantly shaking her head away from the thick blue cock of a troll before he forced her head forward and jammed himself inside of her waiting mouth.
 
         She shook the thought away and turned towards one of the largest tents. This one had smoke rising up out of the top in various colors, as it often did. Today it was a deep blue that shimmered like glass when she looked at it. It was mesmerizing, but she decided not to distract herself yet again and moved inside with her guards in tow. The tent was dark inside, her opening of the flap only revealing the hunched worgen in a long robe for a moment. He turned to regard her, his shorter snout sniffing slightly as his dull yellow eyes stared just past her at nothing. Then, the salt and pepper furred worgen gave her a smirk and stood fully before saying, “Ah! Matron! Good morning.”
 
         “Good Morning, Master Tolan. It seems you are the only member of the Pack in the camp this morning.”
 
         Tolan nodded, “Yes, I am. They wanted to go on a hunt, but my work is too important for me to just leave. Critical experiments, you know.”
 
         “Oh I do,” Matron replied, eyeing the alchemical components on the wooden table behind him. His work was indeed important for the tribe, “Any breakthroughs as of yet? We are eager to serve fully and would love some good news.”
 
         Tolan shook his head, “Unfortunately not. Whatever spell was cast upon you when you arrived is holding strong. I can’t seem to find any time frame for it or a way to break it. Not yet at least. For the time being, I am afraid the protections still apply.”
 
         Matron sighed heavily. She, like the rest of the girls, were still under the influence of the magic charms that kept them from becoming pregnant during their initial breaking. Apparently the Alliance had similar charms, but none that were anything close to this. Tolan had been working tirelessly for months to find a way to break the spell so that the slaves of the Pack could be bred properly. With the knowledge of this ultimate act of service and the inability to do anything about it, the girls had become increasingly upset. They could not fully please their masters, not until there was a child in each of them.
 
         “If you have her available,” muttered Tolan, scratching his lower jaw with a clawed hand, “I’d love to use Pet today in my experiments. See if I can’t try a few new things with her.”
 
         Matron gave him a pleasant smile. The mage was rather fond of the passionate Elf sentinel the rest of the Pack called Pet. Her wild green hair and almost feral eyes seemed to arouse the worgen alchemist more than any other of the women, “I’m sure she would be more than happy to assist you with your studies. I will send her your way.”
 
         Master Tolan gave a wide grin, “Good. Now I best get back to work. I can’t leave you ladies in the lurch, now can I?”
 
         He turned away as Matron bowed her head. Then the trio left the tent and moved on towards the largest feature in the camp: the pens.
 
         A few more images flashed in Matron’s mind as she approached the large pen that had once been used to break the Sentinels of Ashenvale. While the Pack had originally released or killed the worgs during their takeover, they found that the large mounts who returned had been easily swayed by the Worgen. It surely helped that their new masters did not really change their routine all that much. Women were still strapped to the hitching posts for the large wolves to enjoy, though these days their prey were slightly more petite and sported a lighter skin color.
         
         Out of all the spoils that the Hordebreaker Pack had gained over the past few months, the blood elf women were among the favorites. The initial nine that were captured were now all willing sluts but, according to her master, the best part was watching them break. So, when the Pack went hunting to recover more of their sisters, they also made a point to capture as many of the Blood Elves as possible.


Currently there were six, all of them proud and proper; mages or priestesses on top of that. Each of the slaves had memories of examinations or beatings or even mere disgusted looks at the hands of the Horde, so there was always an eager crowd around the pens watching as the recently recaptured Worgs took turns on each. Matron herself had spent a few hours admiring her former capturers broken and turned into mewling messes under the constant onslaught of claws, fangs, and canine cocks. Today was no exception, as three of her sisters watched the spectacle and unashamedly touched themselves and one another at the display. She gave them a moment to admire the scene, watching the trio of sluts slowly bringing one another to the peak of climax. Then, just as she thought they were about to finish, she quickly snapped, “Hands on the post!”
 
         Six hands snapped away from quivering bodies and wet folds to slam down on the fence as all three women obeyed immediately. Matron walked forward as the trio moved into a prostrating position, their asses stuck out to show their dripping lips and their heads hung in submission. Matron moved up behind the trio and examined the wide hips of the first, the tight toned ass of the second, and the wide lips of the third. Even at this barest of glances she knew which of her girls these were. She moved to the right and ran a hand down the back of the closest one to the pen’s gate. Her finger trailed down until it passed over the crack and nub of the woman’s asshole and down into the wide lips. It was easy to slip three fingers inside; this particular slave had spent a lot of time with the Tauren Warlord and even more time with the Worgs than any other.
 
She pumped her fingers a few times, juices coating her hand for her effort. Then she pulled it out and brought it up to the woman’s mouth, smiling as the plump lips of her sister opened diligently so she could shove all three fingers inside. The woman moaned around the offered digits, sucking all of her own juices off of the hand eagerly. While she did so Matron leaned forward and hissed into one of the girl’s long, blue ears, “After you’ve finished cleaning my hand, you dirty whore, you are to report to Master Tolan’s tent. I’m sure he has a few more tricks to try on you before he tries to pump you full of his seed again.”
 
         At the mention of the Worgen Mage, Pet began sucking even faster and let out a squeal of excitement around the fingers. Soon enough Matron’s hand was clean and the dominant slave pulled Pet upright and pulled her hand out of the woman’s mouth. With a quick motion she wiped the copious amounts of saliva along the woman’s cheeks, nearly slapping her as she dried her hands off on that wild face. Then she spun the girl around and slapped her ass, shouting, “Get going, Pet. Don’t make him wait.”
 
         She was off like a shot, scrambling between a stoic looking Bitch and a wildly grinning Slut. Slut even went so far as to paw at the passing ass cheek, but Pet was in no way going to stop to repay the favor despite how much all three women knew she wanted too. Matron turned away from the scrambling woman and looked over at the other two, “Toy, Hole, What duties did you have this morning?”
 
         Toy, the tight assed elf on the right of the pair, spoke up, “We were fetching water, Matron.”
 
         The tall elf looked around, “I don’t see any water here.”
 
         Hole, the wide hipped and very buxom sentinel, spoke next, “W-we figured we had a bit of time to enjoy the pens, Ma’am, since the Masters are gone.”
 
         She shook her head, “That won’t do at all. Both of you turn around and kneel.”
 
         The pair obediently spun and dropped to their knees. Toy had an athletic build with smallish breasts and almost black skin, with the tattoo of a red butterfly framing her face. Her matching maroon hair, which had been dyed and cut short during her sentinel days, was growing out and revealing the proper silver color underneath. Hole was a thicker elf, more muscled with a large mouth and cascading blue hair that fell down to just above her massive breasts. Matron had heard the Worgen joke that they would have called her Tits, if not for her amazing skills at sucking cock.
 
         Matron walked in front of the pair, assuming a powerful stance as she glared down at the two slaves, “You have lost all privileges and duties today, understand?”
 
         Toy winced, but both nodded solemnly and muttered, “Yes, Matron.”
 
         Matron turned to regard Slut and Bitch, “I want you two to tie them to the fence and let the camp know they are free to use today.” As the pair of guards moved to begin tying, she turned back to regard the two ashamed women, “You must each make ten people in the camp cum before the Pack returns. Beg and plead for anyone to come near so you can eat them out and make them mark you afterward to show they were satisfied. After you have been used, you will be released to get cleaned up for when the Pack comes back.”
 
         The women looked worried, glancing at each other in panic. Ten orgasms was a lot to ask for when the other women were busy throughout the day with their duties. Their panic grew even worse when Matron leaned forward and snarled out, “If you fail in this task before the Master’s return, or if either of you has an orgasm of your own, I will make sure neither of you is touched or has a chance to cum for three days, got it?”
 
         Both girls nodded quickly, looking around wildly for their first targets. While none of the women had much of a problem with being used by the Pack, none of the girls now addicted to sex wanted to go so long without an orgasm of their own. So it wasn’t a surprise when the two girls turned to the guards binding them and began to beg.
 
         “Please Slut,” Toy said, smiling at the pixie girl, “Please let me thank you for tying me up. I’ll make you cum real quick.”
 
         Hole was kissing Bitch’s thick thigh, “I want you to smother me with your lips, Bitch. Please let me feel you cumming on my tongue.”


         Both guards smirked as they finished binding the pair and stepped away, “Sorry,” said Bitch, “But we have a job to do. You both understand that, right?”
 
         Slut nodded, “Directly from the Master. Can’t ignore our orders.”
 
         Both women squirmed, whimpering slightly as the Sentinels laughed. Then Matron moved away from them, the two guards trailing behind, and headed into the pens as the women began calling out to another slave to beg her over instead.
 
         Matron paid neither girl any mind, moving into the pen with her two guards. Inside the Worgs were hard at work, six of the beasts busy doing their best job of taming as they pounded the Horde women in the stocks with furious strokes. Matron noted idly that the two orc women seemed to be breaking finally, their grunts showing a bit less displeasure than before. It was a small victory, but when it came to the tough orcs it was immense progress. Two of the Blood Elves, by contrast, were completely panting and begging for more at this point, calling out to the beasts and telling them they were good boys for fucking their slutty little cunts. That was odd to Matron. Both of these women were clearly broken, so why were they still there?
 
         She turned as she heard the hoof beats of the warden of the pens. The black furred Tauren woman, powerful yet curvy with small horns, used to be the daughter of the Grimtotem leader of the camp. Matron remembered her former master with fondness at times, hatred at others. Seeing his daughter broken by the Worgen was one of the most satisfying moments of her new life. So satisfying that she had orgasmed along with the Tauren as she had received her first load of their new master’s cum. The girl was apparently half broken from her father, if not sexually than at least mentally, and took to her new submissive role as Warden easily enough. It was rare that the master’s gave one of their slaves a non degrading name, but Warden had proven her worth in wrangling the large Worgs and seemed satisfied to monitor the unbroken prisoners.
 
         “Good morning, Matron,” Warden said in her rumbling voice, dipping her head in greeting to her superior.
 
Matron nodded a greeting as well, though she dipped her head only slightly to acknowledge the Tauren, “Warden. Why are two broken slaves in the stocks this morning?”
 
Warden chuckled, “Request from Master Nolick. He has had them for a few weeks now and they still wince when he nips their necks, so he is hoping the dogs can break that part of their spirit.”
 
“Is it?” Matron asked.
 
Warden shrugged, “I’ve been going around to each of them at regular intervals and forcing the Worgs to bite them in places. They seem to be getting used to it. Nothing that hurts them to bad of course.”
 
“Of course,” Matron said. The two stood there for a while, watching as one of the Worgs let out a howl and slammed hard length into the dark skinned orc on the right, sending her into shivering fits as he knotted and came inside of her. Matron could tell it was hard for the woman to refrain from moaning as she experienced an orgasm from the feeling of being flooded. “It looks like those two are coming along.”
 
“They are,” Warden confirmed, “Last night they had a choice between the Masters or the dogs and it took them a while longer than normal to refuse the Master’s love. They’ll be begging for it soon.” As the second orc began to buck back slightly, looking jealously over at her orgasming friend, the Tauren chuckled, “Part of me thinks that the bitches just like the Worgs more. They were part of the Cavalry division, after all.”
 
Matron chuckled, turning from the lewd spectacle to stare at the Tauren, “Wonderful work. You have free reign on the pens, as usual, I just wanted to check up on your progress. Though, if you would permit me to indulge a bit, I would love to assist you in your training.”
 
Warden gave her a deep bow, “I am happy to serve, Matron. Please.”
 
Matron stepped forward, looking at the assembled girls stuck and being used, “Hello, slaves,” She began, “I hope you are all enjoying being broken in so you can become obedient sluts for our Masters.”
 
A few of the women glared at her, but most were busy trying not to let the pleasure of their coupling show on their faces to give her any reaction. Since she received no interruptions, showing just how far these girls had come, she continued, “I come to you today with a simple proposition. It involves your tongue and the reward is a break for the rest of the day from the worgs.”
 
That piqued the interest of every woman there. Some were already eyeing the Matron’s uncovered crotch. That would have been too easy for them though. Instead of continuing to speak with them, she waved a hand back to the black furred Tauren, “Warden here will let any of you lick her, if you beg for it. If you manage to make her cum, then you will be rewarded with a day of rest. Are any of you interested in this offer?”
 
There was a moment of hesitation from the women. While they would have no doubt been willing to lick the sweet juices of a NIght Elf, the idea of diving into the furry folds of Warden was no doubt more degrading, especially to the Blood Elves. It apparently was not enough for them to accept their current situation though, as soon a chorus of voices began begging for permission to please the Tauren with their mouths. One Blood Elf even began begging to have her face smothered by the large Tauren, which brought a chuckle to the black furred woman. As Warden started for that lewdly begging elf, Matron paused her long enough to whisper in her ear, “Remember who provided you such fun, Warden. I may want to collect on everything I gave here.”
 
The Tauren blushed and nodded, “of course, Matron. I will be happy to repay you at any time.”
 
Without another word, Matron left the pens, listening to Warden as she growled, “Well bitch? Lick it.” She paused just outside the entrance to glance over at Toy and Hole. Toy was currently pleading with one of the passing Sentinels to come over, but Hole apparently had attracted a dark skinned elf who was currently grinding against her face to get herself off quickly. The darker skinned elf glanced over at Matron and grew panicked for a moment, but Matron gave her a quick wave of dismissal and moved away. She would let the other slaves have their fun. After all, if they couldn’t relieve themselves throughout the day they would be a mess by the time the Masters returned.
 
“An interesting deal, Matron,” Slut commented as they moved to another area of the camp.
 
         “I wanted to see how broken they were,” Matron said evenly, “That was the quickest way to see how depraved they were willing to get for some relief.”
 
         Bitch gave a snorting laugh, “Looked to me like they were getting plenty of ‘relief’ already, ma’am.”
 
         The guards shared a chuckle, but Matron merely nodded. She was focusing on her final destination for the day. A large tent, the former tent of the Black totem Warchief, loomed before them. When the Pack had claimed the camp, she had expected her Master to take up residence here. Yet he designated it for another purpose and instead claimed a normal sized tent like his companions. This place had become a rude reminder to the Night Elven women of what others could provide and they could not.
 
         Giving the guards a salute before stepping inside, Matron glanced around the interior of the tent. An array of furs were laid out in intervals along the walls, a small wooden post at the top of each makeshift bed. Three of the beds were occupied right now, each by a blood elven woman. All were naked, their beautiful bodies on full display as a single Night Elf moved from one to the next to care of each of them. In addition to their dazed demeanour, the only thing binding these women were the roughly made leather collars attached to chains that hung from the posts. Each woman also boasted a stomach that was just beginning to bulge.
 
         The naked Night Elf, whose purple skin was nearly pink in color, stood up from her current charge and stepped over, bowing her head before saying, “Good morning, Matron.”


         “Good morning, Nurse,” Matron replied, trying to remain unperturbed by the women around them, “How are the breeders?”
 
         Nurse, who had earned this job and name by being one of the only ones not bothered in the slightest that the women who had captured them were to be the first to receive litters for the Masters, gave her a bright smile, “They are doing quite well! Number three has shown much improvement now that Master Tolan has delivered a proper sedative for her.”
 
         “Proper sedative?”
 
         Nurse nodded, letting her braided hair bounce behind her as they moved to the elf they were speaking about. Her large breasts and wide hips clearly would come in handy for childbirth, “Oh yes. Apparently she used to work in poisons herself and had built up quite the tolerance to the potions we were using. We caught her three nights ago trying to free herself and had to restrain her more fully. Now, thanks to our wonderful alchemist, she is much more agreeable.” As if to demonstrate, Nurse picked up her bare foot and placed it close to the blood elf’s mouth. Breeder three opened her mouth obediently, her eyes never focusing, and wrapped her lips around Nurse’s toe to begin sucking. After a few moments of this, Nurse pulled away and the dazed woman’s mouth went back to staring blankly at the ceiling.
 
         Matron nodded, “I am glad to see that. From what Warden tells me the next batch of women should be much more agreeable as well. We might not even have to drug them at all by the time they get here.”
 
         While training was the normal method for the Hordebreaker camp from day one, the night of the invasion from the Pack had led to a few rapes on the more spirited elves. Apparently some of the women of the camp that were not in chains had not bothered to give themselves the same prevention spells as they did for their slaves and these three had ended up pregnant from the first night of festivities. As such, they were in no position to receive proper training while carrying and were sent here to be drugged and held docile until they could give birth.
 
         Nurse, who had paused for a moment to wipe a bit of drool off of Three’s face, sighed wistfully, “That is good. I’d love to actually get to talk with people about the changes they are going through.” She stood up, folding the linen cloth in her hand and saying to Matron, “I suppose you would like a report on our week to come, Ma’am?”
 
         Matron nodded, “I would.”
 
         She waved a hand, “All the women are spending most of their days in bed while the pups grow inside of them. This week we are planning on a few walks around camp to keep their muscles strong and to show off their growing bellies to the Masters. I have Slot and Hole helping me with the walks, but we don’t expect any problems now that Three is docile.”


         Matron gave her a smile, “I am glad you are taking to the job so well, Nurse. I was worried none of us could handle being around women who get to have what we cannot from the Masters.”
 
         Nurse gave her a shrug, “I was infertile before I became this, so it is no big deal to me either way. Just more of the same really. I just thank Elune for the ability to help those in need.” After a moment to give a wistful sigh, she continued, “That is all I have to report. Was there anything else you needed, Matron?”



         She shook her head, “No, though I would like to see her again, if you don’t mind.”
 
         With a nod, Nurse gestured over to the thinnest elf. Her body was very lithe and made the bulge in her stomach all the more apparent as Matron stepped over to her. Like the others, her emerald eyes were glazed over and she simply murmured something that the Elf did not care to try and catch. She stepped over the woman, a leg on either side as she glared down at the Blood Elf. Without much ceremony the dark skinned beauty dropped to her knees and grabbed the woman’s hair, pulling her head up press against her pussy lips.
 
         Still in a daze, the blood elf began to slowly run her tongue along Matron’s folds. She licked at the night elf’s cunt eagerly, tasting the sweet juices from a morning’s worth of arousal on her lips. Matron let out a deep moan, grinding her face against the Elf’s mouth and tongue while Bitch, Slut, and Nurse watched. She leaned back and used her free hand to brace herself against the ground, her hips rocking against the mouth that obediently licked up and down her pussy.
 
         Her body grew quickly covered in sweat as she pressed the Elf’s face into her crotch. She had spent all morning watching her sisters and the new slaves indulge themselves and kept her hands off of her aching pussy so she could fulfill her duties. Now that her final task was complete until the master’s returned, she was determined to enjoy herself. She could think of no better way to accomplish this than by flooding the mouth of the woman who had turned her into this depraved slut with her cum.
 
         The drugged elf beneath her moaned softly against her and continued her obedient licking. Her tongue stretched deep into Matron’s wet hole and lapped at every corner she managed to reach. Then, just as Matron felt her climax approaching, the blood elf pulled her tongue out and wrapped her lips around the woman’s swollen purple clit, sucking down on it and causing the woman to shake and throw her head back with a cry as she came.
 
         After riding out her orgasm with her legs clamped around the blood elf’s head, Matron let out a sigh and slipped off of the expecting mother. The blonde woman’s mouth and chin was covered in Matron’s juices, but Nurse quickly moved over to clean up the mess. Matron left the Night Elf to her licking, waving at the two guards to follow her once again.
 
         “That was hot,” Slut groaned, her hand running along her toned stomach.
 
         Bitch merely nodded in response as the trio made their way back to the Master’s tent. Matron didn’t bother to listen as Slut went on and on, practically grinding her crotch against the metal handle of her weapon. Instead, she simply went to find something else to occupy her time until her master returned to fuck her properly.