Night Elves in Trouble 6.

Anduin, Tyrande, Chromie, and Baine traveled by cover of night to Darkshore, where they met a contingent of Forsaken Deathguards, also arriving by sea. Tyrande was difficult during the journey, and spent much of her time trying to seduce Anduin and Baine. The party wore hooded cloaks, a favorite trick of Anduin's when he didn't want to be recognized, and together with the others he kept a careful watch on Tyrande to make sure she didn't sneak off to have sex with… whatever being with a penis she could find. Twice, they caught her eyeing up their mounts; and so eventually it was decided to make the last leg of the journey on foot, sticking to the wooded areas along the path.

Tyrande navigated these areas with practiced ease; her unparalleled ability to transverse forested areas with nimble speed had not diminished even if her mind was focused on nothing but cock. The other did their best to keep up with her. Anduin had to trick her into heading for Teldrassil with the promise that once there, she would get "a lot of dicks". It was only partialy a falsehood. If what he'd studied was true, Tyrande's love for dick would end up being the salvation of her race.

The two parties - Anduin's group and Blightcaller's Deathguard contingent, one-hundred strong - rendezvoused on the shores of Rut'theran Village. There, they saw a very different aesthetic than they remembered. Multi-colored lights on wires - the hallmarks of the Goblin tribes originating on Kezan, were strung from the corners of every building like the cables of a Darkfaire circus tent. Floodlights rested along the ground, and there were generators purring in various places to power the entire ostentatious works. The hippogryph master who had once offered passage up Teldrassil's mighty trunk to the capital city of Darnassus had been replaced by a goblin rocket station.

"I've followed through with my promise, Alliance king," Blightcaller said, the eyes sunken into his pallid face glowing a characteristic orange. "I warn you, you and yours will not draw another breath if you betray our pact."

"Sylvanas will be released," Anduin said. "You have my oath. On the soul of my father. But to give the order now would betray my plans. Greymane would know of my disloyalty. You must see that."

Blightcaller said nothing.

"How are we even 'sposed to get up there!?" Chromie chirped, her head several feet below everyone else in the gathering. "We can't all take rockets!"

"We will teleport to the center of Darnassus," Anduin replied, producing a scroll marked with runes. "Remember, we have the element of surprise. As far as anyone knows, we are still loyal to Orath's new hybrid Empire. We are simply taking Tyrande to install her back at her original home. For… uh… the free use of visitors." His cheeks blushed as he finished the explanation.

"Oh, good!" Tyrande moaned. "I want a lot of huge, nasty cocks in my pussy and ass!" She licked her lips lewdly and her eyes wandered over Baine, Nathanos and Anduin's crotches as she rubbed her shapely huntress thighs together.

Anduin sighed. "Once there, we must subdue the locals. There will be a hybrid garrison and a government of night elf eunuchs loyal to Orath. In addition, there may be other forces." He looked over at the goblin trappings and lights. Rut'theran Village was actually busier than he expected; there were rockets blasting off to the top of Tel'drassil every few minutes. And all along the path were groups of male visitors - dark iron dwarves, humans, grimtotem tauren, and more.

"Trade Prince Gallywix has dropped out of sight since Orgrimmar capitulated," Blightcaller said, and his disgust with the corpulent goblin price was clear as he said the name. "He always was a greedy one. It's possible he is here."

Anduin nodded and continued his briefing. "We will have only an hour or less to expel the enemy forces and install a garrison of loyal deathguards. Then, Chromie will drop the time bubble and whatever forces we can spare will defend it. If we can hold out for a day or two, a millenia will pass within the bubble."

"And during that time," Baine ventured in his rumbling voice, "you believe Tyrande can reverse the fate of the remaining kal'dorei?"

"Yes," Anduin nodded. "There are many kal'dorei females still in Darnassus who were subject to the original Kil'kron occupation. Perhaps they can be saved as well."

Baine nodded with conviction. "Then no hybrid soldier will cross the threshold of the bubble as long as I'm alive." He rapped his totem on the ground for emphasis.

"And for our Queen we shall give our lives as well," Nathanos added.

"And I want some big smelly dicks to fuck!" Tyrande announced, plaintively. "Please, I need some long fat cock in my big fat round ass!" She ran her hands over Baine and Anduin, and the latter let out a deep sigh. "Mmm, you can fuck me and slap me in the face as well!" she mewled, and Anduin pulled his arm away.

"We'd better get going," he assessed.

"Ohohoho! That's a nice, round, thick, treasure trove you got there!" Gallywix sneered, reclining in his cushioned bed, a king-sized tuffet with mechanical spider legs. "You must have been built in Booty Bay with all that krunk in the trunk, ahaha!"

He took a sip of Kaja-Kola Klassik from a jeweled goblet and tilted his hat rakishly to one side. The object of his affection was the Bling-Babe 1.0, a banking robot who stored heaps of gold coins, jewels and precious items in her large butt-shaped caboose and huge, round frontal boob-repositories. "Shake that thing!" he prompted, and the robot began to gyrate her cash-filled ass sacks, which had large semolian signs printed on them.

"Oooh yes… daddy… I am… shaking that thing…" the robot announced, sounding like a busted, rusty status alarm from a titan vault. "Please deposit... your thick and copious wealth... in my ass-vault..." It was roughly female shaped, with metal skin and floodlight eyes, gold leaf for hair that was carved into exaggerated curls. Instead of clapping, the robot's ass clanked .

"Ohoho, poi-fect!" Gallywix said in his Kezan accent. "Now that's a gal who knows what a man really needs!"

Gallywix had always been as rich as he was shiftless and fat - which was to say, extremely - but now his wealth had reached new heights that he could have only previously dreamed about. With no oversight and no war effort to worry about, the continents of Kalimdor the Eastern Kingdoms were ripe for the plucking, and he had found the best plucking spot - the ruins of Teldrassil. After breeding the first wave of hybrid troops to conquer Orgrimmar, everyone had just sort of… left, leaving the place ripe for exploitation.

He had turned the once-sacred tree into Azeroth's greatest whorehouse. He set himself up as the prime pimp of the place, cutting the greedy night elf eunuchs in for a percentage of the action, and the remaining kal'dorei females, numbering in the thousands, were all such cock-addicted sluts that they took naturally to their new comfort duties. Word of mouth had spread fast that Teldrassil was not Azeroth's primary sex tourism spot, and he collected tens of thousands of gold pieces each day entertaining morally questionable visitors from both the Alliance and the Horde.

Of course, being a goblin, he needed his new city-sized brothel to have the proper presentation, so Gallywix had attractions . His primary slave-madam was Shandris Feathermoon, who now went only by the name "Stupid Cunt"; she served as impresario of the 'slave auctions' where the choices night-elf sluts would be sold for the evening to the highest bidder. Much better than the actual slavery the Kil'Kron had implemented while they occupied the place, Gallywix reasoned, and he let the night elf eunuchs keep 5% of whatever their females made and only kept 95% for himself, which seemed, to him, very fair.

Then there was the Cumwell, a corrupted moonwell filled with the accumulated semen of the many hundreds of visitors (and their mounts) who fucked and abused the night elves each day. For a nominal fee, visitors could choose the female of their choice to frolic naked in the chunky goo and put on a sperm-bath show, swallowing until her belly was full. Several of the sin'dorei who had helped the Kil'kron enslave the night elves were still present and in prison for "war crimes", Gallywix figured he would put them to use, predicting (correctly) that males of other races would love to see those haughty bitches forced into utter degradation.

Animal and mount sex shows were the purview of Maiev Shadowsong, who performed each day for sixteen hours while wearing nothing but her helmet. Her body was criss-crossed in scar and the old bitch had a voice like a thunder lizard dying in a gravel pit, but that didn't chance the fact that she had a pair of huge tits and a bubble butt that nearly rivaled Tyrande's. For the right price, she would literally fuck any beast in the menagerie, whether it be a mount of a hunter's trusted companion.

Yes, Gallywix had turned Teldrassil into a sex resort of unparalleled caliber. Every bed at the inn had a designated night elf comfort woman, every spring was filled with bathing, frolicking night elves females eating each other out and fingering each other. Visitors could simply walk right up to any night elf female and jerk off onto her face, covering her statuesque body in seed, and be thanked for the privilege. Former luminaries of the kal'dorei were on display in positions of utter humiliation. He was selling a fantasy in which any man who wished could use a night elf as a toilet - and it turned out that a large portion of Azeroth would gladly pay for that privilege. In fact, there were no toilets or latrines in Teldrassil. The night elf women, in addition to serving as cum receptacles, also gladly served as toilets for the entire enormous tree-island.

Now, he only had to lay back and revel in his newfound lucre. He'd had goblin tinkers working around the clock to produce a harem of robotic servant girls with coinvault tits and piggy-bank asses! What self-respecting trade prince could do without it? He grabbed a bagful of simoleons from his spidertank bed and with a jerking up and down of his wrist to mimic flagellation, cast the coins all over the Bling-Babe 1.0, showering her in his golden love!

As he cackled, though, a voice spoke up over the din of grinding sprockets and mirth. "Uh, boss?"

Gallywix leaned over the edge of his bed. "What is it? Can't ya see I'm busy?" he complained, glowering down at the goblin engineer who had poked his head into Gallywix's "Pleasure Palace" - a Kezan-style villa he had built for himself in the outskirts of the Trader's Terrace. The front path was a patchwork roadway of irregular asphalt chunks.

"Boss," the nervous-looking engineer said, "Anduin Wrynn just appeared at the Temple Gardens, and he's got a whole buncha Forsaken troops with him." He paused. "Tyrande is with him too!"

Gallywix narrowed his brow. He didn't know what Anduin was doing, but he didn't want his flow of illicit profits to be affected by the former king's fool ideas. "Give him and his men a ride with the best slaves we've got, free of charge," he ordered. "Keep him busy until I get over there."

The goblin engineer looked thoughtful. "But boss! Would Forsaken even want that? Do they even have, you know… nuts n' bolts left down there?"

"Just go!" Gallywix sneered, and the fearful underling disappeared back behind the doorframe and was gone. Gallywix tilted his hat and then frowned. That do-gooder Anduin was up to something, he was sure of it.

When Anduin and the Forsaken troops teleported into the Temple Garden, his first thought after a moment of disorientation was that the place looked very close to how it had been the last time he was here. The damage from the Kil'kron invasion was still present - the waters still muddied by the oil pumps and machines of the Venture Company, and even if that particular cartel was long gone, Gallywix seemed to have no problem picking up where they left off.

Night elf women were walking around everywhere, completely in the nude. Despite preparing himself mentally for the sight, he still felt his cock twitch at those big athletic butts, those huge tits, those chiseled huntress abs and long gorgeous legs, those pristine facial features! Anduin blinked and the feeling passed - somewhat - as he took stock of the situation. There were many males of all different races moving among the kal'dorei; leading them into buildings, rutting with them in foliage, and even receiving oral sex right on the main thoroughfaires of the city. He spotted four or five male kal'dorei eunuch pimps, wearing loincloths and tunics that showed of their tiny genital size, haggling with all manner of johns. In the distance he could see large crowds gathered around the Cenarion Enclave and the Craftsman's Terrace.

Nathanos Blightcaller made a silent motion with one hand and his Deathstalkers fanned out in all directions, disappearing into the shadows. Anduin was about to tell him, Baine and Chromie to follow him to the Enclave when he felt a tug at his pantaloons. Tyrande had dropped to her knees and was trying to fish out his cock.

"Mmm, I want to suck some dick!" she moaned, and Anduin looked around, scandalized, and hauled her to her feet.

"Damn it, Tyrande! Control yourself!" he hissed. But of course she couldn't and only pouted.

"I want dick!" she whined. Anduin had no choice but to slap her across the face, which drew another moan but at least seemed to stop her mischief and attempted blowjobs.

"Listen you stupid hooker," he seethed, "If you don't follow me silently and behave yourself I'll beat you until your eyes swell shut and then jerk off on your face and leave you in a fucking ditch!" He didn't have such brutality in his heart, of course, but Tyrande's moaning, slutty acts and love of abuse seemed to kindle feelings that were close. She moaned some more at his diatribe but had been fucked so thoroughly into submission in the prior centuries that she seemed to have no choice but to obey completely. Anduin grabbed her hair and motioned to Baine and the rest. "Come on," he said.

They moved. "There are more 'civilians' here than I expected," Nathanos said. "Far more. How do you want them dealt with?"

Anduin looked grave. It was a tough choice, but the only one he could make. "If they're taking part in the night elves uh… fall from grace… we have no choice but to treat them as enemies. Spare them if you can, but… we need them gone."

Nathanos nodded and made a gesture to the remaining Deathstalkers. They would rouse and eject the horny johns of Darnassus and collect the females for Tyrande's forthcoming ritual… throwing the bastards from the tree with their pants around their ankles if necessary. A large concentration were at the Cenarion Conclave, forming a semi-circle around the area where mounts and pets had once been stabled. Now, it had goblin floodlights and signage, reading:

Beast-Fucking Whore Show, 10GP!

A goblin impresario with a top hat and a cane was standing on a stool and gesticulating with a baton at night elf female with striking long white hair falling over the grey skin of her perfectly-formed, athletic body. She had large, gravity-defying breasts, perfect abs and a large, round, powerful butt and thighs, and in each area her skin was criss-crossed with scars that looked to be from beast claws. She wore dirt-stained bandage wraps on her biceps and ankles, but was totally bare everywhere else, including her pussy, which was shaved absolutely bald and pierced through with large metal rings - three on each low-hanging, fuck-stretched labia. Her pussy was absolutely gaping - large enough to shove a fist into - proof that she'd already been conquered by all manner of animals.

"It's Maiev!" Anduin gasped, in a low voice. "Even after we liberated Darnassus, she's still-"

"The tragedy of Darnassus was of great use to stir up anger at the Horde, but it seems you've done nothing to help the people affected," Nathanos commented with disgust.

"We're here to change that," Anduin replied, testily. "And in case you didn't notice it's one of your own allies running the show." Nathanos did not reply. They simply watched the spectacle as one of the most powerful and deadly night elf warriors in Azeroth's history was chained wrist and ankle to a splayed position for every gawking, horny rube to see. Maiev's head was hanging down and she seemed utterly defeated.

"Step right up! Step right up and get a piece of the hottest, nastiest bad-ass you ever saw!" shouted the goblin ringmaster, reminding Anduin uncannily of the tout for the Darkmoon Faire who seemingly were always hanging around Elwynn Forest. "This pain-in-the-keister used to get up to all sorts of trouble, but now all she does is take the biggest beast cocks in her holes until she passes out! Ten gold pieces gets you a seat and for a hundred you can choose her partner for the next show!"

"Two horses at once!" called out a burly male draenei wearing an open throated shirt, his unkempt sideburns framing a face flushed purple with ale consumption. On a nearby tree stump he plunked down a purse containing a hundred gold pieces and the impresario got to counting the coin. "I want to see that bitch utterly ruined!"

"Two at once," the goblin replied. "A tall order but not one beyond her capabilities! And those of you who feel the need for release, we have a special receptacle you can fill that she'll be happy to empty after the show!" He gestured toward Maiev's warden helmet, overturned next to the staked-down rope line that served as a rough barrier between audience and 'performer'. Maiev's 'stage' was little more than a busted down, sawed-apart wooden platform matted with straw and scattered with animal feed. The impresario gave a signal to one of his stablemasters and two large brown warhorses were brought out, their partially unsheathed penises bobbing and flopping beneath powerful shanks. The large stallions were burly specimens, with bellies like barrels and legs thick enough to carry their weight.

"She won't survive it if they… if they both…" Anduin's voice trailed off and his face began to grow strained beneath the hooded cloak. "We have to put a stop to this."

"My Deathstalkers are not yet in position," Blightcaller replied. "If we cause a commotion now it will be premature." He looked at Maiev, as goblin jailors unshackled her wrists and let her fall to the matted straw in a jiggle of boobs and buttocks, sweat shining on her gorgeous, scar-crossed grey skin. "Besides, I get the sense she's survived such ordeals before. Perhaps many times."

"I want horse cock too!" Tyrande blurted, and Anduin yanked her by her hair to a skulking position. She, more than any of them, would cause panic if people learned her identity prematurely.

The first horse was led up to Maiev, and amazingly, it first knelt down on forelegs and then rolled over onto its back - a position that neither Anduin nor any of his group had ever seen a horse take. Resting and balancing in this way, with rear hooves splayed in the air, the beast's enormous cock was on display in a fully hard fashion, sticking up like a pillar above fat balls that were each the size of two human fists pressed together. The spongy, flange-shaped head of the horse's meat was already spasming and leaking lines of white goo down the leathery shaft, and seemed enormous… nearly two feet in length all told, with a bulging ring of tissue at the midpoint.

Maiev crawled pathetically over to the prone stallion, moaning. Night elf eyes, being uniform in color, were sometimes difficult to judge in terms of expression, but hers seemed especially blank and mindless in terms of her intent. She was licking her lips as she went, rubbing her hands over the horse's belly as she arrived beside it, and then lifting a leg to straddle it, letting that monster horse dick bulge between her round butt cheeks and cum drip onto her back. "Mmm… watch me destroy my pussy on this huge horse cock!" she hissed the crowd, though as with most of Maiev's statements, it came out in a gravelly hiss. Centuries of hunting and battle had removed any grace of gentleness her tone might have once contained, and further centuries of sucking cock in Kil'Kron captivity had only exacerbated the problem.

She turned and squatted down to sit on the horse's belly, looking at the leathery fuck pillar that jutted from its crotch with rapt joy before extending her tongue to start licking the greasy shaft. "Mmm… so much cock cheese!" she moaned, rubbing her puffy lips all over the pole to gather up the slimy mess of sweat, piss and sperm that had accumulated while the fat fucklog was percolating in its sheath. She gathered a creamy mouthful of yellowish-grey filth and gulped it down. "Nnngh! Thank you for feeding me!" she groaned, rubbing the horse's barrel belly affectionately and reaching down to knead its heavy, churning nutsack with worshipful attention.

"Look at this fucking piece of shit, sucking a filthy horse cock and loving it!" laughed the draenei in the front row.

"To think she used to be the jailor of Illidan Stormrage," commented another gawker. "Now she sucks and fucks horse cock like a dumb whore!"

"Yes, I'm a horse-fucking piece of shit!" Maiev moaned, and her eyes were blank with pure ecstasy for that newfound status. She spread her thighs wide and turned back to show off her rear and the janging metal rings of her pierced and stretched labia majora. They hung down several inches and when Maiev spread herself open, it was possible to see all the way into her sex-greased pussy! Deep inside her, past her stretched open lips and her gaping entrance, the beak-like mouth of her cervix was yawning and quivering like the entrance to a Qiraji Hive! "I've been raped by animals for so many years that my pussy is totally wrecked!" Maiev said, displaying the proof lewdly, spreading her pussy and her big, round, scar-crossed butt globes. She actually sounded proud of the state of her reproductive organs.

"Look!" she begged, licking her lips and looking back over her shoulder. "Look at my baby-sack coming down to say hello!" She arched her back further and reached one hand over her buttocks and one hand under to pull open her pussy with two hands - four fingers top and bottom into her gaping crack! As she bit her lower lip with and groaned out with pleasure, the round ring of her cervical opening moved closer and closer to her pussy entrance… until it finally prolapsed out, hanging like a big, fat, lubrication-slick pink tube of flesh!

The crowd was aghast and conversation rose up about how Maiev was once a powerful, untouchable fighter but was now the most disgusting, cunt-prolapsing sperm toilet they had ever seen. They were all in agreement that her dangling, spasming baby sack - the opening literally looking like a mouth that was trying to suck the nearest dick - was the lewdest display of used-up cunt anyone could remember.

The goblin impresario held out a small engineering device and some blue electricity arced through the air and zapped Maiev right in her thick ass, drawing a masochistic moan. "Stop showing off your worthless, fucked-out holes and give these customers what they paid to see!" he admonished. Maiev obeyed at once with cowed, brainless obedience that was heartbreaking to see for anyone who had seen her in her prime, letting her prolapse recede, pulling her fingers from her cavernous cunt, and crawling into a doggy-style position on the horse's belly, reaching behind herself to pull the beast's massive dick to a flat angle that would allow her to thrust back and sink down onto it. Meanwhile, the second horse was being led into the periphery, and Anduin couldn't help but wonder if Maiev's asshole (an alluring, puffy portal that was a slightly darker shade of grey than her skin) was as well-trained as her pussy. If not, he reasoned, she was in for a rather long performance before Blightcaller's minions were ready to pull the trigger on a rescue.

In spite of everything, though, Anduin found himself with a stubborn hardon that wouldn't go away. Nobody noticed, thankfully - except for Tyrande, who of course was always on the lookout for possible arousal of any kind. When he hand went to his codpiece he swatted it away, but he knew he couldn't subdue her forever.

Maiev, still perched on the horse's barrel belly with her ass facing the audience and her knees lewdly spread, pressed the beast's might flanged cocktip against her entrance. There was a jangle of metal rings as the enormous crown split her labia apart and entered her with relative ease, showing off the stretched-out preparedness of her wet cunt. Of course, the stallion's cock was so large that even Maiev wasn't particularly lose, and as she slid down and forced herself to take inch after inch of sweaty, smelly horsemeat into her pussy, clinging lewdly to the snuffling animal, the penetration made wet and meaty noises of lubrication being displaced.

"Och, that pecker has tae be two foot long an' thick as me arm!" exclaimed a Wildhammer dwarf. "I'll bet ye drinks this lass cannae walk when it's through!"

"Don't get excited yet, friend," exclaimed the ringmaster. "We still have one horse to go!" And on cue, he directed his stablehands to bring the second stallion, identical in color and size to the first, into play. To do so, a crossbar had to be placed over Maiev and the first stallion, in order to hold the mighty forelegs of the newcomer and let him thrust to his heart's content. During the arrangement of this apparatus, Maiev worked her pussy down on the first cock until a bulge started to appear in her taut, athletic belly in the shape of the flanged tip.

"Nnngh, it's in my womb! It's in my worthless baby sack! I'll never have children because my womb is so fucked up from animal sex!" Maiev moaned, and again, she seemed to actually be turned on by the idea that she was a ruined, barren woman. The horse beneath was clumsily trying to thrust from an upside down position as Maiev's wet, churning womb took every bit of its fat cocktip until her guts bulged out in a straining, swollen outline of dick-tip, ovaries and womb. Her tongue fell from her mouth and she started to drool. "Fuck me uuuuup!" she gurgled. "My animal-raped pussy isn't worth shiiiiiit!"

Anduin looked over at Blightcaller as the goblin workers guided the second horse's massive cock - thick as an arm and as long as the first - into Maiev's accommodating, dick-hungry asshole. The beast did not wait at all, ramming deep into Maeiv's bowels without ceremony and causing an enormous dick-shaped bulge to appear in her abdomen, running all the way up between her huge breasts. Churning her guts lewdly and making meaty, cum-sluicing noises, both enormous dongs could be seen as outlines beneath Maiev's grey skin.

"Uwauuuuugghhh!" she groaned, and her head slumped forward as her arms went slack. "I want… more… horse… cock!" Her growling requests were punctuated by the two brutal animals piston-fucking her holes in rhythmic fashion. Drool fell from Maiev's mouth as her two pussy and asshole were used in unbelievably rough fashion by two girthy dicks. The crowd rose to a din and Anduin looked around and then back at Blightcaller again.

"Surely now-" he hissed, but Nathanos shook his head, holding up four fingers. Four minutes . Four minutes for the Deathguards to find the hybrid security forces in the area - there were always a few - and subdue them, while also controlling the crowd. It was the longest four minutes of Anduin's life. Maiev's helmet was passed around among the onlookers for them to jerk off into, it wasn't long before it was sloshing with semen. Drunken, boisterous catcalling rose to a fever pitch as dozens of males of all different races joined together to call Maiev a whore, a toilet, a stupid bitch, and a raped piece of shit. All the while, Maiev's sopping, squirting holes were absolutely fucked into ruination by the two massive horse cocks, until both her ass and pussy were prolapsing out with wet, clinging pink membranes on each withdrawal. Balloon-like deposits of semen could be seen beneath the skin of her cock-stretched gut, pooling there in teardrop shape from the horse's hot pissholes pouring nasty, smelly nut into her body.

"I'm cumming!" she groaned out. "I'm fucking coming from horse rape! Watch me! Watch me! Watch me! Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck!"

The two stallions blowing their huge loads into Maiev was the final distraction that they needed to start the operation. Nathanos made a signal, and in the corner of his vision, Anduin saw two hybrid soldiers pulled into the foliage. An arrow flew from the canopy and banged off the crossbar, startling the horse as it pumped wad after wad of steaming cum into Maiev's asspipe; it withdrew prematurely and galloped away, pulling a caretaker with it, massive cum-spurting cock banging against its belly. A huge creampie of semen poured out of Maiev's now vacated ass, and the other horse, perhaps spooked by the reaction of his counterpart, rolled over sideways and struggled to a standing position, dumping Maiev unceremoniously into the draw and leaving her pussy gaping and prolapsed. Her cervix was spasming, hanging six inches out of her pussy and drooling a huge load of cum as if it were a big, wet, pink dick. She stared up at the sky from her place in the straw, leaking huge loads from every orifice.

"What the heck?" the impresario said, but it was the last thing he ever said. His hand moved to hie electro-zapper and an arrow took him in the throat, sending him face-forward to the ground. His top-hat, spinning in the air, fluttered down after him.

The crowd looked around with alarm to find two dozen elite Deathguards surrounding them. Anduin knew there were more on the paths leading to and from their location, and in the woods.

"Hey!" complained the drunken draenei who had chosen Maiev's torment with his hundred-gold payment. "What the blazes is this?"

"Put your dick away and tell your story walking, chum," came Deathguard voice, and within milliseconds a dagger was at the draenei's throat and his hand pulled behind his back. "You lot are heading down to Rut'theran Village. Or you can stay here in a shallow grave."

After that display, everyone got the idea real quick. The crowd was herded off and the slaver crew, for their crimes, were dispatched. Anduin didn't argue, considering what they had done. Soon, they had the area secured - and it seemed that no alarm had been raised. Anduin felt a surge of excitement. Perhaps, he thought, they had a chance to pull off the plan after all.

It was a bit of a wrangle to get both Tyrande and Maiev moving toward the Craftsman's Terrace, where the jerry-rigged wooden slave auction platform from the Kil'Kron occupation was still standing and back in active use. Now, instead of bartering for ownership of slaves, the horny audience shouted bids for day-long 'rentals' of night elven flesh, while goblin and night elf male eunuch pimps and fee collectors flittered about the audience. As Anduin and the rest approached the platform, which was surrounded by male buyers five rows deep, he saw hat his fears and expectations were justified - Shandris Feathermoon, Tyrande's purple-haired adopted daughter and former General of the Sentinel Army, was the one running the show.

Of course, she no longer went by the name Shandris Feathermoon, or even remembered it clearly. She had been enslaved and raped by the Kil'Kron for so many hundreds of years, giving birth constantly to new night elf whore offspring, that her mind was utterly degraded into a foul caricature of her former willful self.

"My name is Stupid Cunt!" Shandris called from the stage, and Anduin winced at the obscenity of the appellation and her adoption of it. "And I have flesh for sale tonight! The finest flesh of my people!" A cheer went up from the crowd. Shandris' body was almost as voluptuous as Tyrande's, and she had even more piercings than Maiev, testament to her time spent as an orc sex toy. She had an iron ring in her nose, six smaller silver rings in each ear, a snakebite piercing in her lower lip, and huge metal rings in her fat, dark, sucked-and-fuck stretched areolas that seemed almost heavy enough to make her breasts droop. Like Maiev, she had three rings in each side of her labia majora, stretching them down nearly half a foot and making her cunt look disgraceful. Her nipple and labia rings were attached to chains which were in turn run through shackles bolted to the wooden stage… meaning she couldn't move more than four or five feet without one of the restraints pulling taut.

Anduin looked around the auction platform. There were at least eight hybrid sentries, standing stone-faced with their large penises hanging down, some were being serviced by horny night elf females, but he knew from experience this didn't mean their concentration was divided. Hybrid warriors were engines of destruction and rape could fuck and fight almost at the same time, and they kept vigil over the proceedings, which involved at least a dozen goblin and eunuch representatives as well.

"There's more than we expected," Anduin whispered to Nathanos, who nodded grimly and held up a hand, flashing five fingers. Five minutes to get into position.

Shandris was on the stage in a lewd squatting position that showed off her pussy; it was wet with lubrication, as if the act of selling her own people was turning her on. Anduin supposed it was. Even when the Alliance had reclaimed Darnassus and used it as a center to breed the hybrid army, both Maiev and Shandris had been so mindlessly addicted to cock they were, like every other night elf female, unrecoverable as useful members of the new force. "Ooh, look what we have for you tonight!" Shandris purred, pulling the first in a line of nubile, young night elf girls to her side. Her voice was, at least, more melodic and less gravelly than Maiev's wood-lathe hissing. A rumble of anticipation went up from the crowd at the sight of girl Shandris had selected. She was tiny, thin, too young to have grown any hair on her puffy, bald pubic area… and had only the smallest beginnings of breast tissue behind her little nips!

"This girl doesn't have a name," Shandris explained, "so you can call her whatever you like! Perhaps she reminds you of your daughter, or your niece!" She used two hands to grip the girl's hips, which were rather bubbly and curvy despite her obvious youth, and spun her 180 degrees to show off her rear, planting a kiss on one pert, impossibly gravity-defying purple-skinned buttock. "Mmm! She's fresh. Don't you want her to sit on your face so you can eat her tiny little pussy like it was a heaven peach? Come on, don't be shy!"

"Five-hundred gold pieces!" bellowed a grimtotem tauren, standing at the forefront of the crowd, next to five or six of his brothers. The brutal warriors each stood as tall as Baine, seven feet or so, and their black-colored bodies were corded with powerful muscle. Beneath leather loincloths and armored codpieces their huge cocks, no doubt as leathery and black as the rest of them, bulged in weighty semi-circles.

Shandris moaned at the bid. "Oh, by Elune! Those huge Tauren cocks of yours would totally destroy her tiny little cunt!" She began to finger herself and nibble her bottom lip as the night elf girl beside her continued to stare at the ground, trembling, white hair falling over her face and obscuring it. "I want to see you rip apart her little holes! Her little body will be nothing but a dick sleeve!"

Anduin felt his stomach turn - the tiny night elf girl was no bigger than a human ten-year-old and no more developed, and Shandris was getting turned on at the idea of her being fucked by a half-dozen tauren bulls! As he watched, Shandris placed and hand on the girl's belly and rubbed above the navel, just below her undeveloped breasts. "Mmm," she purred. "This is how far your huge cock will reach in her guts!" She started to lick and kiss the spot. "I want to kiss her belly when you make it bulge! It turns me on to watch girls of my worthless race get raped by huge cocks! We're such worthless pieces of shit!"

"Sold for five-hundred!" called out a night elf eunuch, and he tossed a key up to the stage so Shandris could unshackle the night elf girl and push her, gasping with surprise, off the stage and into the arms of the grimtotem brutes. The tiny girl, totally naked, as quickly surrounded by sweaty, heaving tauren beef - and each Grimtotem bull produced an enormous, ebon shaft that seemed at least a foot in length and startlingly thick, with heavy balls that hung swollen in loose scrotums. The shafts flopped in the girl's face, leaking sperm as they slid over her head and shoulders. Things were getting out of control quickly; and Anduin looked to Nathanos… but if his hope was to spring the trap early, it was a risk the Forsaken commander was unwilling to take.

"Who's next?" Shandris cooed from her perch, reaching beside herself and pulling a cute young night elf boy from the line. "Oooh, you're an adorable one! I bet your ass is tight as can be. And such nice silver hair! Was that your sister I just sold!?" The overwhelmed youngster only held his hands against his chest in alarm as she roughly handled him and hugged his cute butt and hips close to her. He was no older than the female who had just been handed over and no less precocious and alluring in his nakedness - right down to the pert and round bottom. Shandris turned the boy sideways as she squatted and let her labial rings nearly scrape on the wooden stage, pulling him close and taking his small penis and balls entirely in her mouth while her lips extended like a mosquito taking a drink and her tongue ran over her stretched lips and the boy's shaft and nuts! "Mmmmmmm!" she moaned as she performed slurping, nasty, drooling oral sex on the child, stretching her mouth into an exaggerated dick sleeve shape as she drooled and twin lines of clear snot ran from her nose onto her upper lip.

"Nnngh, I fucking love kid cooooock!" Shandris moaned, then made slurp slurp slurp slurp slurp noises as she went back to devouring the young night elf male's small, cute cock and balls. "If you want to give your young son a special treat for his birthday, just bring him to Darnassus and I'll suck his dick right on the spot! Any night elf female will do the same!" Slurp slurp slurp slurp slurp! "I don't even care how young he is! He could be a little boy and I'd still suck him and let him fuck my tits and my big ass!" Slurp slurp slurp slurp.

She let the boy's cock fall from her mouth and then turned him ninety degrees so his round ass was facing the crowd, and parted his cheeks, showing off his puffy young asshole. "Or maybe you want to fuck his young asshole?" I won't judge you. For two-hundred gold pieces I'll rim his ass and get him nice and loose for you. It turns me on so much to watch superior races rape the fuck out of young night elf boys and turn them into some fucking fags!"

"Two-hundred!" cried a shal'dorei nobleman, dressed in the high fashion of Suremar. "Ohoho! My next dinner party at Lunastre estate is going to have quite a good deal of fine buggery!"

"Two-fifty!" cried a sin'dorei, holding a glass of mana wine and glaring over at his rival, blonde hair trailing down the back of his robe. "The high society of Silvermoon City requires fresh meat for our next boy-orgy!"

"Three hundred!" returned the shal'dorei. But before he could go any further, there was a twang and a whistle of air, and he found himself looking down at an arrow protruding from his chest. Anduin felt his tension finally release - the signal had been given. At eight points around the slave auction, hybrid soldiers keeled over from slit throats or were pulled into bushes by the Deathguards. The ring of Grimtotem turned away from the start of their blowbang (the night elf girl could barely get the tip of one of their massive cocks into her tiny mouth) with grunts of surprise. One was cut down instantly and the others, with dagger-blades poised at their throats, let their weapons fall.

"It's jerking off for you tonight, pal," came a low undead voice, and the Deathguard contingent began to walk them and the rest of the crowd at knife point back toward the flight master. Between those who had subdued the Cenarion Enclave and those spent here, their forces were being spread very thin indeed. Shandris looked utterly confused; Tyrande seemed struck by confused recognition as she beheld the woman who had been her adopted daughter. The night elf eunuchs, by Anduin's order, were spared.

"Now, to the Moonwell," Anduin ordered, gripping one of the frightened eunuchs harshly and shaking him. "Keys. Release Shandris from her bonds." The night elf male only looked confused. The pockets of his robes were bulging with gold coins. Anduin sighed and put two fingers to the bridge of his nose. "Release Stupid Cunt from her bonds," he clarified, achieving recognition in his target at last. But before they could retrieve Shandris and get her moving to the destination point, there was a burst and wail of rocket fire, and Anduin had to jump backward to avoid an explosion that created a small crater in the space he had occupied just moments before.

It was Trade Prince Gallywix, sitting corpulent as ever in his spider-tank… though this time it was a cockpit, not a bed, and the machine was outfitted with full combat gear. He was flanked by a dozen hybrid warriors - his personal guards. "Well, what do you think you're doin', ex-prince?" Gallywix sneered. "Boss Orath's gonna get real angry when he hears about this! And I'm gonna score some points by bein' the one to bring you to him, in chains!"

"Everyone, draw your weapons!" Anduin cried. "The time for stealth is through! We must win here, or the plan will be for naught!" He drew his sword, the same one that his father Varian had once wielded. "For the Alliance!" He advanced quickly toward the enemy, with Baine's hulking form at his side and the remaining Deathguards in tow. They clashed with the hybrid forced, and without the element of surprise, several deathguards fell to the brute strength of the enemy. The clang of swords echoed beside the crunch of splintered bone as Anduin and Baine held the line.

"For the Horde!" Nathanos cried, and drew his bow, taking aim at Gallywix. But the goblin leader was craft, and had installed an anti-arrow point defense system in his plush cockpit. He nullified Nathanos attack and opened fire. Several hybrid warriors made a flanking attack on the back lines, and Chromie found herself scooped up by one of them and held in place against the powerful male's enormous penis bulge! It had to be fourteen inches and thick as an arm, more than enough to give her tiny gnome body no end of trouble!

"Now you shall know the rape of Orath's empire!" the hybrid growled, and it's always-leaking, ever-virile cocktip poked up beneath Chromie's robes and pressed against her extremely phat gnomish pussy-mound, pushing her thick labia apart and rubbing up against her tuft of jaunty blonde pubic hair! The warrior intended to rape her right then and there, using her as a tiny gnome dick-sleeve!

"Uh-oh!" Chromie chirped. Luckily, she had a solution. The hybrid night elf's frame buckled as she suddenly started to grow larger and heavier. A fourth of the way into her transformation into her true bronze dragon form, the hybrid's knees buckled under the one-ton weight and bones snapped like twigs. Seconds later, Chromie was at full size and dragon splendor, filling the battlefield and causing everyone else to turn their heads. The hybrid was crushed dead underneath her enormous size.

"Whoops!" she roared, her cute peeping out alongside a much deeper dragon baritone, then performed a dragon-shrug. She began to batter the hybrid forces with claw and tail swipes, winning the battle quickly for Anduin's side. Gallywix, seeing the writing on the wall, pushed the eject button in record time, sailing up on rocket and then drifting in his luxury parachute back over his Pleasure Palace.

"Boss!" a goblin engineer called up in the air. "Boss, you're not leavin' us behind, are ya? We'll be in real trouble!" His face was filled with dim-witted worry.

Gallywix looked down balefully. "See ya later, idiot!" he replied, waving to his ex-employees. "I gotta tell Lord Orath what's up!"

Things were moving quickly. The deathguards were disposing of the johns and sex tourists as quickly as they could - tossing them down into the sea, sending them through teleporters, launching them off on goblin rockets at the flight master. In many cases, when they found men engaged in particularly loathsome behavior, they just killed them. They worked with extraordinary efficiency, and it was only ten minutes before a signal flare was shot high and dazzling into the Teldrassil sky, informing Anduin and Nathanos Blightcaller that every perimeter was secured, every hybrid warrior dead, non-essential personnel forced out, and every remaining night elf, male and female, kept in.

"Now, Chromie!" Anduin bellowed. "Put up the time bubble now!"

"Alright!" Chromie said, and poofed back to her gnomish form, before spreading her arms wide. "I've done this before, so… wait, no. Is this the first time?"

"Just do it!" Anduin cried.

"Right!" The sound was like an explosion underwater, played in slow-motion that got slower and slower as it expanded in a yellowish dome across the sky. Using all her power as a member of the bronze dragonflight, Chromie was summoning a large, spherical time bubble that would allow Teldrassil to proceed unmolested by the outside world - including the forces of Orath. Inside, one-thousand years would pass in the span of but one month for the rest of Azeroth.

She held an incantor's position for nearly a minute, concentrating as the bubble formed, and then let out a great exhale and puffed with exhaustion when it was done. Gradually, the yellow faded from the sky and the barrier became invisible.

"It's done?" Nathanos asked, looking skyward.

"Yep!" Chromie replied, quite chipperly. "Now you got a thousand years to what you gotta do!"

Anduin looked over at the base of the slave auction stage, where an unshackled Shandris, Maiev, and Tyrande were huddled together, naked as they day they were born and making out like a bunch of dirty lesbian whores. Tyrande had tossed aside her robe and they were moaning and groping each other's huge tits, phat pussies and jiggling bubble-butts. Anduin felt another burst of anger - the horny bitch hadn't even bothered to help in the fight when their lives were on the line - she was too obsessed with getting off! He controlled the feeling with difficulty.

"Mmm, I love getting raped ," Tyrande, cooed to her adopted daughter, licking up the side of her face. "I hope they rape us a lot now that we're together!"

"Me too, mother!" Shandris moaned, and they shared a wet, nasty kiss. "I just want to be raped in my fat ass and treated like shit !" Anduin facepalmed and went to collect them. As he did so, Maiev was, in her gritty grandmother voice, extolling the virtues of having sex with an elekk.

The ritual would be the key. The ritual of the Night Whore. He had read that in a time of absolute genetic peril for the kal'dorei race, a female could be empowered as the ultimate fuck machine, to breed them back to strength. He was certain Tyrande was the female for the job… but it was said that the ceremony might kill her. The Night Whore power would only be granted by Elune to a female in her absolute last desperate extremity of humiliation and disgrace.

"Come on," he said, and they ignored him. He gritted his teeth and kicked Maiev right in her big, thick ass. "Move, you fucking stupid whores!" he yelled, and it was the abuse of his words that finally got the three of them up and going. Again, he sighed and put a hand to his temple as he moved behind them, headed toward the Temple of the Moon. Something about what degraded sluts they were was eating away at his soul, his temper and his patience. How far would he have to go, he wondered, in order to make them do what was needed.

His cock was troubled at the thought. But his cock was hard, twitching, and ready to do what needed to be done.