What if Sylvanas?

The watching crowd cheered and jeered as the deposed warchief Sylvanas Windrunner was marched through the streets of Stormwind. They cheered because her recent capture meant the Fourth War was over, brought to an unceremonious end by the imprisonment of its primary instigator. And they jeered because of the humiliating nature of her captivity, stripped naked and paraded before the hungry eyes of the Alliance public.

What little remained on the elf's body was no shield from her eager audience. Her trademark pauldrons, cape, and bikini armor were gone, leaving her pallid blue skin bare to the Elwynn sun. All that was left of her old outfit were her heeled boots, but they hadn't been left out of any sort of decency. The men escorting the Banshee Queen were leading the fuming tyrant on a leash, forcing her to shuffle and stumble along as they intentionally walked too fast for her to keep up with.

Were she unrestrained, Sylvanas would have had no trouble navigating the cobblestones even in such impractical footwear, but with the pace the group was moving, she ended up repeatedly tripping and falling in disgraceful fashion. Nor could she catch herself, with her arms bound behind her back, so every time she toppled to the ground she was left with a faceful of dirt sullying her once-proud features.

The men were none too gentle getting her back up to her feet either, pulling her up by her ashen hair or her slender elfin ears until she had regained her footing, then marching away again at the same hurried pace. They were spared from the vitriol she would have undoubtedly spat at them thanks to the bright red ball gag keeping her barbed words behind her teeth.

Sylvanas' final accessory was the collar to which the leash was attached, and dangling in front of her neck was a shining piece of Azerite. But unlike the pearly blue glow of raw Azerite, this gem pulsed an angry red that matched both the shade of her eyes and of her gag. All in all, the Banshee Queen was the epitome of a disgraced war prize, and the crowd let her hear it.

"This is what you deserve, bitch!"

"For Southshore!"

"For Teldrassil!"

"Always knew she was a kinky slut!"

The taunts came swiftly and loudly, it seemed as if the entirety of the Alliance had come to Stormwind to see Sylvanas get her just desserts.

Sylvanas, for her part, tried to maintain her cold and aloof demeanor, although it was hard to do so while looking like a particularly cheap whore. The agitated twitch of her ears was the only sign that she was hearing the abuse heaped upon her, otherwise she stared blankly ahead, only reacting when she'd once again lost her balance.

Internally, the Dark Lady was seething of course. This was obviously not the outcome she'd been expecting when she'd led the Horde to war. They should have easily trampled the toothless Alliance and proceeded to the next part of her master's plan, but she'd greatly underestimated the ingenuity and stubbornness of the rival faction. 'Why don't these fools understand?' her thoughts raged. ' This world is their prison, keeping them locked in a cage of hope simply because they're too naive to contemplate what lies beyond!'

Right from the very beginning of the war, nothing had gone right. Saurfang had refused to kill Malfurion, and thus she was forced to burn Teldrassil in retaliation. She'd sprung a trap for the Alliance leadership in Lordaeron, but that damn mage had shown up at the last second and saved them all. And when the Vindicaar had arrived and obliterated Razor Hill from the map, the Horde began to see just how badly they'd miscalculated. Sylvanas and her advisors may have forgotten about the lightforged weapon of mass destruction, but the Alliance sure hadn't.

Whispers of rebellion began to spread as nobody wanted their home city to be the next target of the Alliance's wrath, but Sylvanas thought she had done a thorough job of routing out the discontent. What she hadn't expected was for the rest of the Horde leadership to be given amnesty in exchange for turning her over to the Alliance, a prize too tempting for them to resist, especially given the threats she'd been using to keep them in line.

'Some things about the Alliance never change,' Sylvanas mused. 'Spin them a sob story and a tearful apology and they'll fall over themselves to accommodate you.' The fact that she alone was being held responsible for the Horde's crimes was just another injustice in her lifelong list of grievances. 'Thalyssra helped break Talanji out of Stormwind Prison, Saurfang was the one who came up with the plan to invade Ashenvale, Liadrin has been responsible for the deaths of more soldiers than I, yet all these traitors were shown leniency! Apparently 'just following orders' is a valid excuse for the Alliance,' she thought bitterly.

Perhaps if she'd done the same as others, pretended to be remorseful and contrite, she wouldn't now be shuffling toward Stormwind Cathedral mostly naked. But above all else, Sylvanas Windrunner was prideful and stubborn. She alone knew what was best for the people of Azeroth, and if the ignorant sheep couldn't understand that, they were in for an eventual rude awakening in her master's domain.

The Dark Lady was jolted from her thoughts when the pressure on her leash suddenly vanished. They'd arrived at Stormwind Cathedral, the majestic stone towers and glittering stained glass a beautiful counterpoint to the lewd procession milling around its base. A heavy boot slammed into the back of Sylvanas' leg, collapsing her to the ground in a kneeling position as another hand wrenched her head up to look up the stairs.

It would have been so easy for Sylvanas to rear back, to tear her escort to shreds with her unholy powers, but the collar around her neck had prevented her from accessing her banshee side from the moment it had been slipped around her neck. And so she was trapped in her undead shell, stronger and quicker than the average elf, but nowhere near as formidable an opponent as she would have been without the collar, and for the moment she was certainly no match for Stormwind's elite.

The crowd waited with bated breath as the great oak doors of the cathedral creaked open, and several distinct figures began making their way down the stairs. Sylvanas' keen eyes picked them out before anyone else did, and if her heart could still beat, it would have sunk as her judges approached. Tyrande Whisperwind and Genn Greymane were no surprise, their lives and people had been the most directly affected by Sylvanas' crimes. Then came the archmage Jaina Proudmoore, looking as fierce as Sylvanas had ever seen her.

But it was the final pair that kept the Dark Lady frozen in place. Her sisters, Alleria and Vereesa were there as well, glaring down at her with such undisguised disgust that it would have sent the living Sylvanas running to her mother in terror. As the five leaders took their places in a semicircle around their kneeling prisoner, Sylvanas was almost too apprehensive to notice the conspicuous absence of the High King. But whatever the reason the Little Lion had for not being there was dismissed as unimportant for the moment, as Tyrande raised her arms to speak.

"Sylvanas Windrunner!" the night elf matriarch boomed. "This is not a trial, your guilt has been decided! Your list of crimes is too numerous and too heinous to be repeated here, instead I have been given the privilege of deciding your fate!"

The crowd remained deathly silent, intently anticipating Tyrande's judgment.

"Death would be too easy of a punishment for the likes of you," Tyrande continued. "And because you have taken so much from the people of Azeroth, it is only fair that you give something back to them. Thus you will remain chained here for the foreseeable future, nothing more than a free use prisoner for the people to use however they see fit. May whatever dark master you serve have mercy on your soul, because I most assuredly will not."

The end of Tyrande's proclamation was met with an outburst of cheering from the audience, and a renewed struggle from the bound Sylvanas as she tried to shake herself free. Even had she the strength to escape the grip of her guards, there would have been nowhere for her to go, and so she was forced to watch helplessly as a large wooden stage was rolled into the plaza.

A simple pillory had been erected in the center of the platform, and the trio of holes, a larger opening in the center and smaller ones on either side left little doubt to its purpose. Sylvanas tried to resist as her hands were briefly untied, and whether the muffled sounds escaping from her gag were more poisonous words or pleas for forgiveness was irrelevant, she was inexorably led toward the stocks.

When the Dark Lady's head and wrists had been manhandled into the proper position, the top half of the pillory was slammed shut with an air of finality and padlocked closed, leaving Sylvanas bent over and helplessly bared to gaze of the crowd.

"I know you are all eager to take your turns," Tyrande spoke once Sylvanas' position had been secured. "But in the interest of fairness, it has been decided that our brave soldiers should be the first to partake in their prize."

There was a little grumbling from the congregation at Tyrande's words, but nobody did anything rash as the Stormwind guards began stripping off their armor. There was no hesitation at all on their parts, Sylvanas Windrunner might have been a genocidal tyrant, but she was also one sexy elf bitch, and no sane man or woman was going to pass up the opportunity to abuse her.

There were very few Quel'dorei who could claim to have as much experience fucking humans as Sylvanas did, but there was a stark difference between stolen moments in the forests of Eversong with Nathanos and serving as a public use whore for the people of Stormwind. But unfortunately for her, the Dark Lady had little time to prepare herself for the obscenity that was about to occur. The first man was already stepping up behind her bent-over form, knocking her feet a little further apart as he positioned her to his liking.

"I don't know if you can still feel anything down there," the man said, "but I hope for your sake your cunt still works." Eyes wide, Sylvanas wiggled her hips back and forth, trying to delay the inevitable, but the man took a firm grip on her trim waist, holding her still as he guided his tip to her entrance. He rubbed his shaft up and down her pussy lips a few times, seeing if he could coax some quim from her undead pussy and enjoying the shivers it sent down Sylvanas' arched spine.

He wasn't sure if his ministrations had any effect, but given the clamor and intensity of the crowd behind him, the guard decided he'd better get moving. He grit his teeth as he slowly forced his head into the still-squirming elf, her cunt not exactly wet, but not dry either. With another strong push, the man finally forced his head into Sylvanas' pussy, causing another resounding cheer to go up from the crowd.

"Fuck that bitch! Give it to her hard!" they cried, and the man did his best to please his rabid audience. He wrapped both hands around the Dark Lady's wide hips, starting to pull her back onto him in time with his thrusts. It was slow going at first, but soon enough the combination of his pre-cum and the trickle of Sylvanas' nectar made her wet enough to start pumping faster. There had been some general wonder as to whether or not she could even get wet enough to make it pleasurable for them, but with that question answered, the retribution against Sylvanas Windrunner could proceed exactly as planned.

"This bitch is getting wet!" he called over his shoulder. "Filthy slut must be getting off from this!"

Sylvanas shook her trapped head back and forth for all the good it did her, nothing she said or did at this point would save her from the judgment of the masses. The cock pumping in and out of her snatch was average-sized for a human, but the Banshee Queen had gone so long without sex that it might as well have belonged to a horse. Progress was slow as her tight cunt stubbornly resisted against its invader, but with every passing second she could feel herself getting wetter and more aroused as her neglected pussy remembered the lust that came from getting ravaged.

The man grunted as he gradually picked up his pace, spreading Sylvanas' practically-virgin walls around his cock as he pounded his way forward. The unmistakably pungent scent of cum and the wet PLAP PLAP PLAP of flesh on flesh began to echo throughout the square, visceral evidence of the debauchery taking place before Stormwind Cathedral.

"I can't believe I'm fucking the Banshee Queen!" the man cried as he began to lose himself in ecstasy. The undead elf's cunt was apparently just as tight and wet as any other of her kin, and the delicious justice being served at the same time was a heady cocktail that would have sundered even the most hardened of resolves. The man did the best he could to hold on, but with Sylvanas' ethereally beautiful body completely helpless to his aggression, it wasn't going to take him long to reach his peak.

"I'm gonna cum right in this undead slut's pussy!" he crowed triumphantly. "Maybe she'll even get knocked up! Sounds like a fitting punishment to me!" The crowd roared their agreement, and with one final thrust, the man planted himself as deep into his cocksleeve's cunt as he could and unloaded, gracing Sylvanas' twat with its first creampie since her tragic death.

The warmth settling in her womanhood knocked Sylvanas for a loop, as she was so used to the cold chill of death that anything else was an anathema. And as much as she wished she could, Sylvanas couldn't even admit to herself that the sensation was unpleasant. It was nowhere near enough for her own pleasure of course, and she was certainly infuriated at the circumstances that had brought her to this point, but the temporary heat was still a startling reprieve from the icy grip of hopelessness and despair.

As the man withdrew his flagging cock from the pilloried elfslut, a wonderfully perverse idea came to him as he gazed at Sylvanas' unblemished blue asscheeks. "Bring me a brush and ink!" he ordered a nearby servant. When the materials had been delivered, he dipped the brush and began his masterpiece. A-S-S he wrote on Sylvanas' left cheek, and then C-U-N-T on her right. He underlined them both, then scribbled a quick tally under 'cunt' to make his plan obvious. "Let's see how many loads this cumdump can take!"

Despite the extra time it took, the sheer lewdity of the man's scheme was met with raucous enthusiasm. Getting to fuck Sylvanas Windrunner was reward enough, but adding that extra layer of humiliation was something the entire crowd could get behind. "Fill her up! Fill her up!" they chanted, clogging Sylvanas' ears with their obscene desires.

"As much fun as it would be to try and breed you," the second man in line said as he stood behind the Dark Lady, "it won't be long until your holes are completely spoiled. I think I'd rather take advantage of a fresh one." He spread Sylvanas' incredibly thick, blue bubble butt wide, revealing the darker indigo of her puckered star and wasting no time starting to circle his thumb around it. "Just speak up if you don't want me to fuck your ass," he laughed.

If the muffled squeals Sylvanas gave in response were any indication, she was thoroughly against that plan, but the man merely cupped his hand around his ear and shrugged. "What was that? I couldn't hear you. Oh well, I guess you're as excited about this as I am!"

He spat once, the trickle of saliva sliding down the Banshee Queen's asscrack until it met his pistoning thumb. He slowly worked the digit in and out of her backdoor, trying to wet the tight ring as much as possible before it's inevitable violation. "You might want to relax," he advised her. "Or don't. I don't think anyone will care if this hurts you."

His recommendation given, the man replaced his thumb with his cock, pressing the tip against Sylvanas' rosebud and doing his best to make it fit. If Sylvanas' pussy had been virginal, it was still nothing compared to how tight her asshole was. Not even during the wildest high elf parties had Sylvanas let someone fuck her ass, and now some random human was going to be the first.

But despite his best efforts, the man remained stymied by Sylvanas' unyielding sphincter, the clenching ring unwilling to give a millimeter. So the man tried another tack, rubbing his shaft along the Banshee's slit just as his predecessor had done, slicking his cock with the remnants of his compatriot's release and the quim soaking her pussy. Additional lubrication secured, he returned to Sylvanas' backdoor, this time barely managing to shove his tip inside.

The man fought for every inch of ground, working his hips in circles to try and loosen her up, and occasionally spitting more on his cock as he started to pry her open. Once he managed to fit the head inside, all he needed to do was keep sawing away until he reached his goal. And so he set about his task with glorious purpose, rocking his hips and gradually feeding more and more of his length into Sylvanas' rear. As far as he was concerned, this was true justice: showing the Banshee Queen just what a pain in the ass she had been by returning the favor.

Nobody could make out the garbled words coming from the Dark Lady as she thrashed in her bindings, but her vivid red eyes were doing all the talking for her. They were wide as saucers, darting around in rapid succession and quivering in their sockets as her captor helped himself to more of her undead booty. Her fists clenched and unclenched impotently, helpless to resist as she was so disgracefully violated.

The man continued onward, idly paying no mind to Sylvanas' struggles and simply chasing down his own release. He didn't have far to go- backed-up soldiers weren't exactly known for their staying power- but he didn't want to stop until he'd fed every inch of his cock into the Banshee's bottom. To that end, he dropped his grip on her hips and instead clamped a meaty palm down on each of her muscular shoulders, starting to drive himself forward with vicious single strokes.

His thighs clapped noisily against Sylvanas' plush behind, the slap slap slap ringing out loud and clear as he pounded her backdoor with all the force he could muster. His heavy, aching balls swung like pendulums, teasing the Dark Lady's slit as they throbbed and churned and waited to boil over. Then suddenly, with a mighty grunt, it was all over. The man rammed himself to the hilt in Sylvanas' asshole, flattening her pillowy buttocks against his strong frame and letting loose. He fired rope after rope of spunk directly into the undead elf's bowels, his orgasm seemingly going on forever as all the cum he'd been saving for this moment filled and overflowed Sylvanas' anal passage.

When at last it tapered off, the man withdrew from her abused ass, admiring his work as the Banshee Queen's pucker winked and tried desperately to retighten. He finished by adding a tally mark under the heading for 'ass', and rejoining his place in the crowd. From there the gangbang proceeded in much the same manner, Alliance soldiers of all races choosing their preferred hole and having their way with it until they hit their own peaks.

As the hours dragged on, Sylvanas' bottom half was turned into a shiny, sticky mess, her gaping fuckholes constantly leaking a cloudy stream of filth to the wooden surface below her. Countless marks were scribbled down each of her long legs, but the majority were lost under the sheen of spunk decorating every inch of her cerulean skin.

The rest of her body bore the nicknames bestowed upon her as the Alliance's whore, ranging from 'Banshee Slut' to 'Undead Fucktoy', although these too were lost under the tide of cum, as some of the men in the crowd had been unable to wait, stepping up and dumping a load onto Sylvanas' back without waiting for the chance to sample her delights. Occasionally they took the opportunity to tug at her tits, squeezing and groping the pliant flesh as they jiggled under her body.

By the time the sun had set, Sylvanas Windrunner had been used and abused by hundreds of superior beings, but if she thought the night would bring her any sort of reprieve, she was sorely mistaken. Nathanos had told her once of a Lordaeronian saying, that 'the freaks come out at night', and apparently the same thing rang true for the kingdom of Stormwind. Soon after the earlier crowd had departed, the city's night dwellers emerged from their homes and set their eyes on the Banshee Queen.

The most common amongst them were night elves and worgen, both seemingly enhanced under the Elune's light. The night elves seemed broader, taller, and just generally bigger than others of their kind, while the worgen looked even more muscular, their fur shining with the moon's glow. Not to mention the massive erections they were all sporting, certainly larger than the ones that had been defiling Sylvanas all day.

They were rougher with her too, unsurprising considering that the Dark Lady had done the most damage directly to their two races. Long night elf cocks plundered her pussy and ass both, pumping away and adding numerous loads to the cummy cocktail sloshing inside her. The worgen treated her as little more than a rocket socket, ramming their bulging knots against her labia and asshole until they were spread past the point of aching, but for better or worse, never actually locking themselves within her in order to keep the train rolling on smoothly.

Soon enough, one of the druids had another wickedly lewd idea, and shifted into his cat form before mounting his banshee bitch. The barbed cock of his panther transformation introduced entirely new feelings of despair within Sylvanas. Although she couldn't quite feel the pain from the undead nerves in her pussy, the mere thought of being fucked by- and fucked like- an animal was nearly too much for her to bear.

Still, Sylvanas grimly endured, refusing to give the Alliance the satisfaction of seeing her break, no matter what sensations were coursing through her. But unfortunately for her, many of those sensations were not entirely unpleasant. It had taken a few tries, but eventually the men of Stormwind had been able to coax a shuddering orgasm from the Banshee Queen, and from that point on it had been a game to see who could be the one to make her come undone.

The way the night elves and worgen manhandled her was another beast entirely, however, and for a creature who usually found joy in the pain and suffering of others, Sylvanas was finding out that being on the receiving end was also strangely intoxicating.

Sprinkled amongst the exotic races of the night were more humans, warlocks this time, who preferred the cover of darkness over being shunned during the day. Still, they fucked her much the same as the humans whose faith was in the light, at least until they decided to bring their pets into play. "If the slut likes being fucked by beasts so much, I bet she'll enjoy demons too!" they reasoned.

They first tried a felhunter, who after some guiding and encouragement mounted the pilloried cocksleeve just as the shapeshifted druids did. Unlike the night elves however, the hound's feelers immediately went to work as well, reaching under Sylvanas and latching onto her tits. They nibbled and bit and teased the sensitive nubs, assaulting the Dark Lady from both ends with shocking arousal. The felguards and succubi came next, the hulking demons looming over the lithe elf and fucking her savagely while the pink-skinned temptresses lapped at cocks, rubbed their pussies, and cracked their whips along Sylvanas' flesh.

Then one of the humans, dressed more ornately than the rest, stood and motioned for quiet. Sylvanas dimly recognized him as the Netherlord, the leader of the Council of the Black Harvest during the Legion's invasion. The human put his fingers to his mouth and gave a sharp whistle, and answering it's master's call, his wrathsteed flew down from the sky, whinnying and pawing at the ground. The rest of the onlookers watched on in silent admiration as the Netherlord coaxed his mount up behind Sylvanas, giving it the command to rear up and settle its legs on the wooden beam of the pillory.

In her peripheral vision, Sylvanas could see each of the wrathsteed's flaming hooves, and when she felt the flared equine cock probing at her pussy, she knew the upcoming experience was certain to be unpleasant. The watching men laughed and jeered as the warlock's succubus tried to help the horse fit it's colossal cock into Sylvanas' tight twat, but wasn't having much luck.

Snuffling, the wrathsteed pulled its hips back and rammed forward once more, but this time it found purchase, albeit not in the hole it was intending.

Sylvanas' piercing red eyes went wide in a silent scream as her ass was suddenly and violently invaded by horse cock, the massive member far bigger than any she'd taken up to this point. But for the steed, the hole was as good as any other, and so he set about fulfilling his primal need to procreate and seed his new mate.

If Sylvanas could still draw breath, it would have been driven from her lungs anyway from the force of the horse's pounding. "Nmmmmmmmmmm mmmm mnnnnnnnnnn!" she pleaded unintelligibly through her gag. She could practically feel the enormous cockhead battering away at her ribcage, her taut stomach distending in the shape of the wrathsteed's prick. The crowd could easily see how much progress the mount was making by the bulge in the banshee's tummy, and they cheered every time it reached a new depth inside her.

The steed of course, had no idea what the loud noises were for, nor that he was dispensing a brutal form of justice on Azeroth's most despicable despot, he was being driven purely by breeding instinct, and he plowed onward with single-minded purpose regardless of the fact that his impending release had no chance of reaching a fertile womb.

Sylvanas tried to focus on the creak and rattle of the pillory as it shook under duress, or the rage simmering under her skin at being treated with such disrespect, anything but the heady sensations coursing through her as she was turned into fuckmeat for a mindless beast. Anything but the exhilarating way the horse's glans scraped along her walls and the pleasurable ache from her overstretched rim. But the wrathsteed was scrambling her mind just as effectively as he was scrambling her guts, and in the absence of higher thought, her body simply reacted according to her instincts.

Sylvanas' thunderous orgasm shook through her body like a leaf in a tempest, sending her eyes rolling and her tits wobbling. Her knees buckled and faltered, and she would have fallen to the ground if not for the strength of the horse cock holding her aloft. The Banshee Queen's pussy quivered and splattered the ground with her juices, much to the delight of her perverted audience as their humiliated foe came her brains out.

Through it all, the wrathsteed kept reaming her, every mighty thrust of his bitchbreaker sending another aftershock of pleasure through Sylvanas and prolonging her mind-melting release. He brayed and snorted as he felt his bitch's hole clamping down around his cock, the rhythmic clenching and rippling threatening to milk his seed. But unlike his master and the other men, the horse felt no need to prolong his mating, no innate desire to see Sylvanas humbled, and so he shunted his way as deep into his squirming cocksleeve as he could and erupted.

An absolute torrent of horse spunk flooded through Sylvanas, drowning her bowels and stomach with animal seed. The banshee's belly bloated from the gallons of cum being pumped into it, making her appear several months pregnant and sending her crashing through another devastating orgasm.

When the wrathsteed's release was spent, his master sent him back to the nether after congratulating him on a job well done. The warlock grabbed the discarded brush and ink, writing 'Beast Bitch' across Sylvanas' forehead before heading back to the Slaughtered Lamb with his cabal.

The rest of the crowd quickly followed suit, leaving nothing left in the plaza besides the utterly debauched Dark Lady. Formerly the most feared being on Azeroth, Sylvanas Windrunner's new life left her slumped against her stockade, reddened scratches from the claws and whips littering her body, her glowing eyes blissed out and rolled back in their sockets, her little pink tongue flopping uselessly from her slack mouth, and a river of equine cum pouring out of her thoroughly gaped asshole.

***

The following week passed in much the same manner for Sylvanas, being railed by hundreds of Alliance citizens during the day, then treated to some extra carnality during the night. It fell into a sort of a morbid routine for her, day in and day out she was subject to the same flurry of dick of cum, too many for her or anyone else to count. But through it all she remained undaunted, the cocks of the Alliance were strong, but she was stronger. All she needed to do was bide her time. Someday, eventually, she'd have an opportunity to escape, and make the entire world tremble before her wrath.

But the world-trembling would have to wait, for now she remained the free-use slave of the Alliance, who had decided that it was about time for her outward appearance to match her role. The blacksmiths of the dwarves came for her first, piercing her nipples with iron rings from which they dangled the iconic lion symbol of their faction. The Wildhammer came next, inscribing that same lion in a tattoo centered directly over Sylvanas' womb.

Next the alchemical ingenuity of the gnomes was brought into play. They enhanced the Dark Lady's tits and ass with a new material they called 'Syl-i-cone'. The Banshee Queen had already been curvier than the average elf, but now the size of her breasts and butt rivaled those of the dragon queen Alexstrasza.

The Alliance had initially considered giving the dwarves and the gnomes first priority when it came to fucking Sylvanas, as it had been their tinkering with the Azerite collar that had allowed for her capture in the first place, although surprisingly it hadn't been that complicated. After all, if Azerite could project lifeforce outward, surely it could be finagled to keep lifeforce inward. Thus the idea was born to keep Sylvanas trapped in her undead shell. The archmage Khadgar had assisted in its construction as well, even though he had initially declared neutrality. But when the opening act of the war had been to commit genocide of innocents, well, there were no neutral parties.

And although they had respectfully deferred jumping the queue, both diminutive races had gleefully used this opportunities to help themselves to Sylvanas' soiled fuckholes, the dwarves making up for their lack of length with their incredible girth, boring open her pussy and asshole until they were gaping wider than the gates of Orgrimmar. The gnomes used their technological prowess to its full potential, utilizing all sorts of gadgets and toys that spun and vibrated and shocked and chilled and warmed and lit Sylvanas up with a myriad of sensations that never failed to make her cum.

Every race took advantage of their inborn traits to give the banshee the fucking she deserved, from the light-infused cum of the draenei and their lightforged cousins to the pressure point climax coaxing of the pandaren. No member of the Alliance passed up the chance to slake some sort of thirst for vengeance upon Sylvanas' body, which was why she was so surprised when the next morning began without a hearty gangbang.

Instead it was her five judges, Genn, Tyrande, Vereesa, Alleria, and Jaina, and Sylvanas was left to wonder whether this was the end of her torment or only the beginning of some new ordeal.

"Sylvanas Windrunner!" Tyrande's speech began again, "The people of the Alliance have greatly enjoyed the benefits of your sentencing, and I personally have enjoyed watching you suffer the fate you brought down on yourself. But now that our people have had their chance to deliver justice, the time has come for us to do the same."

Genn was the first to break from the pack, stalking up to Sylvanas' front and taking a fistful of her ashen hair. He yanked her head back to look up at him, glaring down into her red eyes and doing his best to convey the utter loathing he felt for the conniving bitch. He raised one pointed claw, and for a moment Sylvanas thought this was the end, but all he did was swipe through the leather holding her ball gag in place, letting it fall to the floor.

"Miserable wolf!" Sylvanas screamed as soon as her mouth was free. "Is the true face of the Alliance? Hiding behind civility and honor while a monster lurks underneath! And you dare pass judgment over me?!"

"Shut up," Greymane growled, giving the banshee a vicious backhand with a furry paw that sent her head cracking to the side. "If anything this is a mercy for you. At least now you're still serving some useful purpose." He continued to slap her back and forth a few more times, every time she dared make eye contact with him he delivered another blow. "You've always had a smart mouth, bitch, but let's see if it's good for more than that."

Already fully erect, he pressed the head of his cock against Sylvanas' lips, doing his best to force his way inside even as she kept her mouth firmly shut. After a few moments of struggle, Sylvanas saw him give a quick hand signal to someone behind her, and its meaning quickly became clear as a hefty spank landed on her plush ass. The instant Sylvanas opened her mouth to yelp, Greymane surged forward, feeding half his prick down the banshee's throat right then and there.

Even without her need to breathe, Sylvanas choked and sputtered as her mouth was abruptly stuffed to the brim with worgen cock. She tried to bite down, tried to force him out, but she had no leverage and her small teeth were no match for his leathery hide. Instead she could do little more than thrash as the worgen king used her face as his personal onahole.

"That's more like it," Genn grunted, "I could have had any of your other holes, but the first thing I wanted to do was wipe that smug smirk from your lips. Maybe if Arthas had put you in your place all those years ago, we wouldn't be dealing with your shit now."

There were few things that infuriated Sylvanas more than being facefucked by one of her arch enemies, but mentioning Arthas was certainly one of them. Sylvanas could deal with the physical abuse, Greymane was little more than the Alliance's pet hound, but the violation of her soul by the Lich King humiliated and enraged her far beyond anything that Genn could hope to accomplish. The fact that he so casually brought up her darkest period aggravated her to no end, and she resumed her reckless attempts to dislodge him.

All her efforts did was make the Gilnean king laugh as he continued to fuck her throat with all the primal force his worgen form could bring to bear. "You've taunted me about my son for years," Genn hissed, "But one little mention of Arthas has you foaming at the mouth. You aren't a queen, you're a rabid bitch, and now it's time for you to learn that."

Genn twisted his grip further into Sylvanas' cumstained locks, this time making sure to also wrap his fingers around her elfin ears as he created better handholds for himself. He violently pumped her head back and forth, bucking his hips in the opposite rhythm so every thrust pushed him further down the banshee's throat. Her gags and retches were like music to his ears, her undead mouth working overtime as it tried to keep up with his furious pace.

Drool streamed down Sylvanas' face in rivulets, some of it splashing down to the wood while the remainder clung to Genn's prick in long, sticky strands. Were she mortal, Sylvanas would have been growing lightheaded from how long Greymane was depriving her of air, but in her undead state, he could fuck her as fast and furious as he desired without having to consider her needs at all. Although given his deep-seated hatred for the banshee, the worgen king probably would have treated her just the same regardless.

"Fucking! Take! It all!" Genn grunted as continued to ravage Sylvanas' mouth. His hips were a blur, the intensity of his thrusts increasing more and more with every passing second and sending his furry, cum-packed balls repeatedly clapping up against the elf's haughty chin.

His climax was fast approaching now, his swollen knot crashing against her lips as he did his level best to force the bulge inside. Slowly, but surely, Sylvanas' mouth was giving way, her jaw stretching painfully wide as it struggled to accommodate its fleshy invader. With a few more vicious thrusts, Greymane was in, ramming his cock down the throat of his elfin cocksleeve and mashing her nose into his wiry pubes.

"That's right, taste my seed, banshee slut!" With Sylvanas' lips spread to their absolute limit around his knot, Greymane exploded, pumping jet after jet of scorching spunk right down into her stomach. With her face buried in his crotch, the overwhelming scent of worgen musk was inundating even the Dark Lady's undead senses, sending her head spinning as she was forced to gulp down his cum.

But try as she might to contain it, the worgen king's load was way too much for her to handle. It bubbled back up her throat, and with Sylvanas' mouth blocked by Genn's knot, it found the only alternative exit and began streaming from her nose.

Genn held his bitch down for a few minutes longer, triumphantly listening to her gurgle as her face became a ruined mess of spit and cum. When his release subsided and his knot deflated slightly, he pulled himself free with a shlorp , the last remnants of his jizz and Sylvanas' throatslime still glistening on his prick. With an indifferent shrug, he wrapped a handful of her hair around his dick and used it to wipe himself off, then cockslapped her one last time across the face before rejoining his fellow leaders.

"Is… is that it?" Sylvanas gasped once she'd somewhat recovered. "I've seen newborn lynxes with more spirit than you, old wolf. If you're the best the Alliance has to offer, no wonder it's in such a sorry state."

"And yet, here you are, in an even sorrier state," Genn replied. "And that was just the beginning. Let's see how long it takes for that cocky attitude to break."

"Which means that it's my turn," Tyrande said, stepping out of her shimmering robes and up to face Sylvanas. The night elf concentrated for a moment, and the sky seemed to dim briefly even in the direct sunlight until suddenly a long, dark cylinder began to materialize in her hand. The object grew longer, thicker, and more detailed, until it snapped into existence, and anyone familiar with nightsaber mating habits would know exactly what the item resembled.

"I'm feeling generous today," the priestess began, "so I'll even give you a choice, banshee. The easy way," Tyrande gestured to her bare purple pussy, "or the hard way," she finished, indicating the dildo.

Sylvanas bared her teeth.

"I was hoping you'd say that." With another concentrated burst of the night warrior's power, the nightsaber dildo, even longer and thicker than Genn's massive cock, was affixed to her hips with shadowy straps. "But I think it's time to try something new with you."

Sylvanas' pillory glowed black, and in an instant the wood disintegrated, pitching the Dark Lady forward to her knees. Before she could react, Tyrande had her hands on the undead elf, spinning Sylvanas onto her back and wedging herself between the banshee's legs.

Sylvanas looked up into Tyrande's pitiless black eyes, momentarily startled before stiffening her resolve. "Your tricks mean nothing to me," she spat, "do your worst."

"Oh, I intend to."

It took some nudging but eventually Tyrande aligned the tip of her fake cock with Sylvanas' snatch, and then pushed forward without a second thought. The night elf hissed in pleasure as her magical dildo sank into Sylvanas' wet heat, the moonlight contraption spelled to let her feel all the sensations she would if it were real. Tyrande had no reason to start slow, and so she went off at a thunderous pace, crashing her hips down into her fucktoy's with furious intent. Her hands cracked across the banshee's inflated tits, causing the mountainous globes to jiggle wildly on her chest.

Sylvanas tried everything she could to escape, but the weeks of constant climaxes had left her drained. She tried to push at Tyrande, but the night elf easily captured the banshee's wrists and pinned them to the ground. The Dark Lady rocked back and forth, trying to free one of her feet for a kick, but Tyrande kept pushing forward and leaving Sylvanas with no purchase.

"Yessss," Tryande moaned as she kept up her relentless assault on Sylvanas' cunt, "I love it when you struggle. I want you to feel as helpless as I did when you burned my home!"

"That wouldn't have happened if Saurfang or your husband weren't so weak," Sylvanas rasped. "Or maybe ask your goddess why she abandoned you! Maybe you aren't as righteous as you believed, maybe it's your fault! May-ccccck," Sylvanas' tirade was cut off as Tyrande suddenly wrapped her hands around the banshee's neck.

Sylvanas' tiny fists beat uselessly against Tyrande's forearms, but the night elf matriarch would not be denied. She couldn't actually choke out Sylvanas of course, but there was still something viscerally satisfying about clamping her fingers around the undead elf's slim throat.

She leaned further over her pinned prey, glaring down at her with unblinking black eyes. "I have asked myself all those questions and more. Why are my people always the first to suffer? Why must the world be constantly subjected to your tyranny? What more could I have done to prevent this tragedy? I have not found any of the answers, but if I can deliver the moon's justice upon you, and spare Azeroth from further tragedy by ending your ambitions, then I will do so gladly."

"Of course you will," Sylvanas sneered. "Tyrande Whisperwind, always the martyr. You think nobody has suffered as you have, you think your wisdom is all that keeps the darkness at bay. You are a fool!"

"You have indeed suffered as well," Tyrande admitted easily. "But while I tried to turn my tragedies into empathy and hope, you have remade yours into fire and death! For that you must be punished! And if I cannot have your head, then I will have your mind and soul instead!"

Her piece said, Tyrande refocused on pumping her fake nightsaber cock into Sylvanas' dripping snatch. She kept her hands clenched around the banshee's neck, using it as a handhold to buck her hips harder and work herself forward until Sylvanas folded nearly in half. From this new position, Tyrande could slam directly downward, using all the leverage in her muscular body to rail Sylvanas into the ground.

The hands wrapped around her throat weren't having any effect on Sylvanas, but the huge cock hammering away at her defenseless pussy certainly was. Her cunt had been well-trained by the thousands of Alliance pricks by this point, and the lust building up inside her body was threatening to consume her. Especially when Tyrande's dildo reached further inside her than any living being had done so far, the tip of the spear starting to punch away at the entrance to her womb.

Tyrande felt her improvised cock meeting some resistance, but rather than backing off, she redoubled her efforts. Sylvanas' body belonged to the Alliance now, and she refused to be denied a single bit of it. Every downward slam of her hips pried the banshee's cervix open just a little further, the tapered tip of the nightsaber dildo the perfect tool for plundering Sylvanas' innermost depths.

Meanwhile, Sylvanas was trying to keep a handle on the newest sensations racing through her. For some, the repeated jabbing of a cock against their babymaker might have been painful, but for Sylvanas the slight pain and incredible pleasure was all-encompassing, Even in all the recent debauchery, Sylvanas had never had something quite so big stuffed up her cunt. The Netherlord's wrathsteed might have gone deeper into her ass, but at least her womb had gone untouched. Until now.

The next few mighty thrusts had Tyrande's cock battering away at Sylvanas's cervix like a hammer at an anvil, and under the relentless pressure, it was the Dark Lady's body that had to submit. As soon as Sylvanas felt the breach in her core, she quaked in a tremendous orgasm, every muscle in her lean body going taut, then slack, then taut again as she shook in Tyrande's grip.

Completely unconcerned with the banshee's distress, Tyrande continued her vicious mating press unabated, every cunt-mashing thrust sending another jolt through her feeble cumdump as Sylvanas continued to twitch in the throes of ecstasy. Seeing the banshee coming undone beneath her proved too potent for Tyrande to resist, and with one last slam of her hips, she leaned over Sylvanas once more and hilted her nightsaber cock to the hilt in the Dark Lady's twat.

Staring deep into Sylvanas' glassy red eyes, Tyrande whispered, "This is for Teldrassil." The night elf's magical dick erupted, flooding the Banshee Queen's womb with a seemingly endless cascade of spunk. Tyrande's release went on and on, pumping Sylvanas with more and more cum until a bulge began forming in the undead elf's tummy as a result of the sheer volume. "I hope this knocks you up," Tyrande said, uncaring whether or not the delirious Sylvanas could hear her. "Maybe then you can start to replace all the lives you've stolen."

Finally letting Sylvanas' lower half slump back to the ground, Tyrande spat once in the banshee's face before pulling her cock free and making her way off the stage. The dildo strapped to her hips disappeared into smoke, leaving the night elf's pussy on full display once more until she found her discarded robes and redressed.

Behind her, Sylvanas had rolled onto her hands and knees, one hand supporting her bodyweight and the other cradling her stomach. "No wonder Ashenvale was so easy to conquer," the Dark Lady huffed, "if night elves fight as well as they fuck. Although I might have actually felt something that time, so that puts you ahead of the mangy mutt."

Tyrande didn't bother with a response, striding off without a backward glance. She had delivered her message, there was nothing more worth sticking around for. She'd leave the rest of Sylvanas' ruination to her fellow leaders.

With Genn and Tyrande "taken care of", the next two to approach the fallen Banshee Queen were the other Windrunners. "Ah, sisters," Sylvanas said glibly, "forgive me for not rising to greet you."

"You are not our sister," Alleria spat. "Our sister died defending Silvermoon. You're a monster parading around in her body, but you are not her."

"You wound me, Lady Sun," Sylvanas said. "I am nothing more than what I was made to be after I was abandoned by my family. But what about you, LIttle Moon," Sylvanas asked, shifting to look at Vereesa. "Am I your sister?"

Vereesa's eyes were watery and her bottom lip was trembling as she beheld the wayward Windrunner, but she closed her eyes and shook her head, turning away.

"Ah, there's the Vereesa I remember," Sylvanas continued poisonously. "Always scared. Too hesitant to do what is necessary. Would things have been different if you hadn't betrayed me too? I wonder if that thought keeps you up at night?"

"Do not talk to her like that," Alleria butted in, stepping in front of Vereesa. "You have no one to blame for your actions but yourself. And now your punishment falls to me, just like it did in the past."

Alleria discarded her ranger leathers and closed her eyes, and soon her sun-kissed skin began to glow purple. As the void energy began to coalesce near her waist, it formed into erect purple cock, nowhere near as large as Tyrande's, but plenty big enough to make Sylvanas feel it.

The Dark Lady cocked an eyebrow. "So you know the trick as well. Did Tyrande teach it to you?"

"No," Alleria's voice echoed with dual tones. "The Legion did." Without warning, void tentacles sprang from her back, wrapping around Sylvanas' wrists and pinning them to the small of her back.

Sylvanas grunted as her face hit the ground, her fat tits pillowing out underneath her, "Are you sure you know how to use those things?"

Alleria took a moment to make sure Sylvanas was secure, then turned to her youngest sister. "You don't have to participate if you don't want to, 'reesa, I know this makes you uncomfortable."

Nodding, the Ranger-General ran back to stand with Jaina, who clasped her forearm in comfort. "Now then," Alleria returned her attention to the middle sister, "It's my turn."

Sylvanas' pussy was still dripping with Tyrande's release, so Alleria had no trouble spearing her way inside, especially as the night warrior's dildo had been so much larger than her's. But Alleria didn't seem to care, building up to tempo and sawing in and out of the elf who was once her younger sister apathetically.

The Dark Lady was confused. "I thought this was going to be interesting, Lady Sun. Or are you trying to bore me so much that I'll surrender?"

Alleria's response was a vicious smack that set the Banshee Queen's gnomishly-enhanced bottom wobbling uncontrollably. Before Sylvanas could formulate a reply, Alleria lashed out again, this time striking the other cheek with just as much force. From there it became a parade of spanks, every one tinged with Alleria's void-empowered strength until Sylvanas' blue behind was turning red and tender under her assault.

"What am I, a misbehaving kitten?" Sylvanas asked through gritted teeth. Under normal circumstances she could have taken spanks like that without feeling a thing, but as the void and death were natural enemies, each magically-augmented blow was lighting the burgeoning masochist up with stinging pleasure and sending a pulse of heat coursing through her body. With her hands trapped at the small of her back, it was futile for Sylvanas to resist, and so she was forced to kneel there and take her medicine.

"That's exactly what you are," Alleria snarled. "An errant animal in need of discipline." Meanwhile, the eldest Windrunner continued to savage away at the drooling snatch before her, her magical endowment plowing Forsaken pussy just as effectively as any other cock would. She sent another tendril out toward the back of Sylvanas' head, pushing the Dark Lady's face into the ground and muffling any smart remark she might have come up with.

Her hold on her sister secure, Alleria could move on to the next phase of her punishment. Ceasing the pummeling of Sylvanas' ass for the moment, Alleria instead spread the banshee's cheeks and exposed her wrinkled backdoor. Spawning another tentacle just above her fake cock, Alleria slipped the prehensile extremity neatly into Sylvanas' behind, single-handedly double penetrating the undead elf.

"Mmmmm. Rlllllfffffff," Sylvanas' muffled voice came from somewhere ahead of her, but Alleria paid it no mind. She had a job to do. Even as she continued to pound the Dark Lady's soft cunt, Alleria began pushing more void energy into the tentacle in Sylvanas' ass. The tendril slowly grew, lengthening and thickening until it was the size of Alleria's fake cock, and then even bigger and still growing.

"Nnnn. Dmmmmmt," Sylvanas squealed, her wide breeding hips wiggling back and forth furiously as she attempted to dislodge the intruder. But try as she might, the void appendage continued its inexorable descent into her bowels, starting to reach further now than even the wrathsteed had. The pace of Alleria's fucking had slowed as she continued to pour all her concentration into her anal probing.

Sylvanas, Alleria, Vereesa, Jaina, and Genn all watched on, four in amusement and one in horror as Alleria's tentacle continued to snake its way through Sylvanas' body. They could see the bump in the banshee's belly where the head of the tendril was, progressing its way forward and deeper and deeper into Sylvanas' guts.

It was a sensation unlike anything Sylvanas had ever felt before, but she knew she had to stop it. But no matter how much she flailed, the grip of Alleria's tentacles were iron-tight, and so the Banshee Queen was helpless but to feel the appendage prod its way up into her stomach, then her throat, then through her mouth before it finally burst out from behind her lips and wiggled in victory.

With Sylvanas completely impaled on her void tendril, Alleria could once again focus on using the Dark Lady as little more than an undead cocksleeve. But this time the punishment she was delivering was reinforced by the double helping of void currently penetrating both of Sylvanas' fuckholes. The two extensions of her will worked in tandem, slithering back and forth within the former warchief rapidly and repeatedly.

Able to feel the constricting ripples of Sylvanas' pussy and ass both, the combined pleasure from each of her tentacles was quickly driving Alleria toward her peak. And though it would have been fun to draw a reluctant, shuddering climax from her tyrannical sister, Alleria decided that it could wait for another time. After all, the main event was still to come.

Pulling her anal tendril back to a slightly more appropriate length, Alleria continued to work Sylvanas over, feeling the two tentacles rubbing together through the thin membrane separating them. The stimulation was churning the void within her, until finally she slammed the tendrils to the hilt in the banshee's cunt and arse, hosing down Sylvanas' insides with their third and fourth helpings of cum.

Both releases seared through Sylvanas' fuckholes, the unstable mix of void and death energies sending prickles of ecstasy coursing through her. But while the creampie dumped in her twat was perfectly happy to settle there, the one bubbling through her guts seemed to keep going and going. Once more, Sylvanas was struck with the unsettling feeling of something squirming their way deep inside her, but this time it was a deluge of cum that came creeping up her throat and spewing from her mouth.

The Dark Lady coughed and sputtered and retched as she leaked cum from all three of her holes, hardly even noticing when Alleria withdrew her tentacles.

"What… what in Belore's name was that?" Sylvanas wheezed. "I didn't think you had it in you for something like that, Lady Sun. Have you tried that with Turalyon? I think he might enjoy it as much as I did."

"You were never as funny as you thought you were," Alleria said dismissively. "And that was nothing. Merely preparation. The true trial is about to begin."

As Jaina Proudmoore stepped forward, Sylvanas glanced at her skeptically. "Let me guess, ice? Did the Alliance ever think about maybe going with something that wasn't a fake cock?"

"No, not ice exactly," Jaina smirked. As Jaina closed her eyes, she thought back to every time she failed, and the rage and frustration that came with it. When she failed to stop Arthas at Stratholme, when she'd prevented Varian from dismantling the Forsaken after the Wrathgate, when Garrosh had dropped the mana bomb on Theramore. She let all the anger and bitterness fill her up, then with a roar she unleashed the pent up magical energy.

A massive water elemental swirled into being, several times larger than ones she usually conjured. But that wasn't the only thing different about this new monstrosity. Adorning the enormous elemental was an equally enormous cock, nearly the same height as Sylvanas herself and as thick as a tauren's leg. Suddenly it became explicitly clear what Alleria had meant by "preparation."

"No.. you can't," Sylvanas mumbled fearfully. "It'll break me!"

Jaina shrugged. "That's the idea."

Sylvanas desperately scooted backwards, turning over and scrambling up to her feet as she tried to flee. She had only made a few steps when the elemental surged up behind her and lifted her into the air.

"I will make you suffer an eternity of pain for this!" Sylvanas wailed hysterically. "Teldrassil will be nothing compared to what I'll do to you! Please! Don't! No! Nooooo!"

The water elemental had slipped its hands under the Banshee Queen's legs and into the crooks of her knees, pulling them up until they were level with her head and then locking its fingers behind her neck in an inescapable full nelson. The normally docile guardian's turgid shaft was pointed directly up at her, and as it gradually lowered the squirming elf down, Sylvanas could feel the thing's gigantic tip pushing at her ass.

"No! Please! Mercy!" Sylvanas tried again, but the Alliance leaders were implacable.

Sylvanas kicked her legs helplessly in the air, wriggled her outrageously curvy body back and forth, but there was nothing she could do. Slowly but surely, Sylvanas felt the titanic cock pushing its way into her ass. Even after the gaping her backdoor had undergone at the 'hands' of Alleria's void tentacle, it was still a mighty tight squeeze for the water elemental to make its magical manhood fit. But the elemental would make it work, by hook or by crook, it would do the task it was summoned to do: rearrange Sylvanas Windrunner's guts.

There was no fucking, no bouncing, just an unstoppable downward descent for the Dark Lady while the elemental's cock nudged her unworking organs aside as it tunneled through her bowels. Once more, she was subjected to the uniquely terrifying sensation of a shaft burrowing its way through her from the bottom, first through her ass, then up to her stomach, through her windpipe, and then finally emerging from her mouth.

It wasn't until she was fully impaled on the spirit's erection that it paused, leaving her dangling humiliatingly from its cock, spitroasted like a stonetusk boar. And then the elemental began moving, using the undead elf's entire body as a fleshlight such that Sylvanas could feel every ripple and every ridge of its prick rubbing along inside her. The banshee's enlarged tits were flopping comically up and down, beating against her face with their added heft and weight. Her lips were stretched to their absolute limits, wider than any banshee scream than she'd ever unleashed, but now they were being put into service to please her new magical master.

There was no earthly or unearthly way Sylvanas could have prepared for this, no mysterious powers or hidden abilities that would save her from this torment, all she could do was try her best to endure this unholy nightmare. But as the elemental began pumping her up and down faster and faster, Sylvanas knew she was fighting a losing battle. The way her ass was being bored open by this abomination, the way her entire body heaved and rattled with every one of its thrusts was building up to a carnal conclusion from which even the dreaded Banshee Queen couldn't escape.

And when her first orgasm struck, it struck hard. The Dark Lady tried to howl, but all that emerged from her cock-stuffed mouth was a long, keening whine. Her legs bobbed uselessly over her head, her overly plump tits quivered madly, and her fat ass twerked in the air as her entire body rocked through a calamitous release. Wave after wave of uninhibited pleasure washed over her, sending every coherent thought spiralling off into the darkness until all she could feel was unbridled and untameable lust.

After her first climax, the dam broke. Sylvanas' pussy twitched in constant orgasm, the trickle of quim becoming a stream, then a river, then a flood as the cock-shocked elf tried and failed to keep up with the overpowering sensations racing through her. Every new orgasm sent her further and further into unrecoverable bliss, fireworks exploding behind her eyes until eventually Sylvanas' mind did the only thing it could when faced with such unending and overwhelming arousal: it shattered.

The Banshee Queen ragdolled in the elemental's grasp, her entire body going slack as all her thoughts and schemes and ambitions were wiped away by an enormous cock. Sylvanas slumped atop the water guardian's prick, completely robbed of the will or wherewithal to resist any longer. Her eyes glazed over, the scarlet irises rolling back to the whites, her tongue drooped senselessly from her lips, and her higher functions shut down in favor of her baser instincts.

The water elemental cared not a whit for the ravaged elf still wrapped around its cock, all it cared about was serving its purpose. And so it continued to ream Sylvanas' fuck-drunk body, pumping her all the way up and down its gargantuan dick as it continued to pursue its ordered objective.

The only moment of trepidation came when the thin leather strap around Sylvanas' neck keeping the Azerite ward in place began to stretch. As the elemental's girthy cock rammed it's way up Sylvanas' slender neck, the watching Alliance leaders could see tears developing, and then with a sudden- rippp- the choker snapped entirely.

Jaina, Alleria, Vereesa, and Genn were instantly on high alert, but Sylvanas didn't react to her potential bid for freedom. The only thing on the banshee's mind was cock and cum, and the mental acuity needed to formulate an escape plot was well beyond her capacity at the moment. And as the minutes passed without a sign of movement from the mindbroken elf, eventually the four Alliance leaders relaxed their guard and gleefully watched the elemental finish its work.

When the spirit reached its zenith, it did so with nary a word. All it did was pull Sylvanas all the way down its shaft one final time, so that her face was forced to look up into Belore's light above by the cock thrust all the way through her body, and released. Huge bursts of cum flew from its tip like a fountain, arcing gracefully through the air before plummeting back down onto the immobilized Banshee Queen, gunking up her hair and plastering her waifish eyebrows to her face. A deluge of semen rained down from the sky, every single spurt somehow finding its way back to Sylvanas and painting the undead elf white from head to toe.

With its job complete, the water elemental began slowly dispersing into the air, until all that remained was its monstrous cock with Sylvanas Windrunner still impaled along it. Then that too winked out of existence, leaving the blissed-out Banshee Queen to flop gracelessly into a puddle of cum, cored open from end to end like the Deeprun Tram.

Even that didn't rouse Sylvanas, nor did she stir when Jaina jammed the heel of her boot into the now-gaping crater of the banshee's asshole and gave a few experimental nudges. The quartet congratulated themselves on a job well done, then the archmage immediately scurried off to requisition another Azerite collar. After all, one could never be too careful.

Surprisingly, the debate over who should be given custody of the Dark Lady went quite smoothly. Greymane was given the first opportunity to take Sylvanas into his service as his cockwhore, but he declined, as he had a wife and daughter to take care of- at least when he remembered that they existed. There was some thought given to just tossing Sylvanas into the Stormwind Stockade and letting her live out her existence as Hogger's gnoll broodmare, but they wanted to keep her somewhere they could keep an eye on her. After all, the banshee had already engineered one prison break from Stormwind, who's to say she couldn't do it again?

Ultimately it was decided that Sylvanas should belong to the people against whom she'd committed the vilest atrocity, and if the leader of those people was one of the few beings powerful enough to keep the Banshee Queen under heel, so much the better for the Alliance.

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Tyrande Whisperwind sighed as she relaxed into a plush armchair in her room in the Mage District of Stormwind. While the ruination of Sylvanas Windrunner had indeed been a great victory, almost immediately the world had been plunged into turmoil once more as whispers began to surface of an Old God rising in the deep. The Alliance and Horde leadership had spent countless days in meetings, trying to come up with a battle strategy and the long hours were beginning to tire her.

The night elf matriarch rubbed her temples, it was days like these that really made her appreciate her fuckslave.

"Come here, pet!" she called out to the hallway, watching in delight as Sylvanas crawled in with a vapid smile playing about her lips. The former Banshee Queen always walked around on all fours like the bitch she was, her engorged teats and swollen stomach wobbling underneath her like a kodo's udders. As soon as the undead elf's pregnancy had been announced, the gnomes had immediately put together a betting pool on the race of the child, with worgen unsurprisingly being the odds-on favorites.

Tyrande had of course put a few gold down on her own people, and last she heard the pot had reached ten figures. Even the Horde had wanted in on the action, and now every man, woman, and child from Booty Bay to Moonglade was anxiously awaiting the birth. But for the moment, Sylvanas' only purpose was to be Tyrande's devoted servant, always eager to fuck and be fucked no matter when, where, or by whom.

And so Tyrande revelled in the sight of the disgraced Dark Lady making her way up to the chair where her mistress was waiting. Sylvanas' bulging belly wasn't her only new feature, however. The crest of the Night Elves had been tattooed on her lower back, so that all who saw it would be reminded of who owned her. The undead elf had also been given her armor back- at least in a manner of speaking.

The metal bra and thong had made a triumphant return, although with Sylvanas' enhanced tits and ass, the armor pieces covered even less than they did before. And to finish the look, her cape had also been returned, although now it had been cut down into two drapes hanging from the front and back of her waist, offering her the slightest bit of public decency while still allowing easy access to her fuckholes.

A slit had been cut in the back piece to accommodate the final accessory, a nightsaber tail buttplug patterned in the same ashen blue and white as Sylvanas' skin and hair to make it look as if she'd been born with it. Topping off the whole ensemble was a pair of nightsaber ears in those same colors, to truly define and denigrate her as little more than a beast.

As Sylvanas made her way to Tyrande, the night warrior looked over the banshee's raised rump to see a trail of cum leaking behind her. She didn't know whether it belonged to a worgen, a night elf, a nightsaber, or some combination of the three, but either way, Sylvanas would have to be punished.

That could wait, though, right now Tyrande was in desperate need of some relief. She spread her feet over either arm of her chair, hiking up her robes and exposing her glistening cunt and puckered asshole to Sylvanas' hungry gaze. The night elf twisted a hand in the banshee's hair, pulling her into her crotch and ground it against Sylvanas' face.

"Get in there and eat me out, slut," Tyrande demanded. "And don't forget my ass either. If you do a good job, maybe I'll even let you lick up the cum your worthless fuckholes leaked all over my floor."

Sylvanas Windrunner, former Banshee Queen of the Forsaken, former warchief of the Horde, and former servant of the Jailer, happily did as her mistress commanded. Pressing her nose against Tyrande's slit and nuzzling it like a newborn kit, Sylvanas' little pink tongue lapped eagerly at the night elf's backdoor.

"That's a good bitch," Tyrande mumbled, "this is where you belong."

Sylvanas couldn't agree more. This, this was what she truly wanted. All her previous plots and plans meant nothing. She wanted to be a night elf fucktoy. She wanted to be Mistress Tyrande's happy cumslave. She wanted Tyrande to offer up her holes to any guest who came to visit. And most of all, she wanted to be the good little banshee bitch she was always destined to be.