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The evening was coming. These last couple hours that Esher spent hanging by her hands or standing on a short barrel with her hands pulled up, to her felt like spanning for days. Still chained to the wooden beam, along with her soldiers, worgen females that unlike her were chained to their wooden posts naked and sitting on wooden wedges, painted red with the blood from their torn-up and injured cunts. As soon as Esher managed to rest up against the wooden column and close her eyes to get some rest, a bucket of ice-cold water harshly pulled her out of her sleep. She taken that with pride as much as she could. It came to her with great effort to conceal her fury and not snap at the guard waking her up or occasionally giving her face a slap instead.

Naturally, there was no chance for her to get uncuffed so she could go and take a piss somewhere less crowded. She held up long, hoping to piss herself only when she expected another bucket of water to at leash flush her clothes and armor afterwards. She provoked the guard by pretending to sleep. As soon as he picked up the bucket and rushed towards her, she let go of the pressure down her bladder. As humiliating as it was, it was still a tiny bit of relief she could get. Her armor and clothes warming up briefly and her fur soaking lots of her piss. She observed with her half-lidded eyes as the guard approaches and closed them, anticipating a cold shower, but it did not happen.

Instead, she felt a slap to her face, followed by another as the orc put the bucket down and watched her leather pants and armor getting soggy and darken from her leak. Without a word he observed how the top of the barrel she stood onto gathered a pool of her urine, making her stand in it.

"What are you lookin' at, whore? I bet you'd love to get that cold splash right now, would you not? Enjoying the warmth in your pants? Cozy, eh?"

Orc put a hand onto her crotch and fondled her crotch through it and then slapped the same spot a couple times, hearing to the wet sloshing sounds it produced, while also watching how it spills by the sides through the legs of her short pants and onto her thighs.

"There it goes. It's literally overflowing. Take an example from your friends here sitting on the wedges. They piss under themselves like trained kennel bitches. Dogs don't hide and cover up when pissin'. And you're a dog, nothing more. You think of yourself as their better? You'll change your mind soon. You might yet beg for a ride on a wooden horse like those sluts when Gragg is done with you. And when WE are done with you as well. Look at them, bitches!"

Orc grabbed Esher's chin and twisted her face towards the back, where other females were chained to their posts. Only one of the worgen females was still conscious, or at least moved around like so. With her pussy brutally spread up and her thighs bloodied halfway to her knees. All other beastfolk women were hanging from their posts like deadweight, too tired to snap back to consciousness. All of them had a warding spell keeping their vitals in check. As troublesome it was to keep the spell active for a blood elf mage, they had no better idea, since there was no Tauren shaman available to cast long lasting healing totems nearby. Or maybe they just refused to take part in such beastial procedure.

"You see 'em, don't you? They've got enough. Given up long ago. It's not like they have much use for us in this state anyway. Bringing them back to good shape would be a waste of food and healing supplies. Gragg said he'd be giving them to us. One by one, so we don't break all our toys all at once. Starting with this one."

He pointed at the weakest of the bunch. Slender and seemingly youngest of Esher's female warriors.

"We're gonna rape them till they give their last breath... maybe longer. Warm cunt is a good cunt. Doesn't have to be alive. Then, afterwards maybe we take one of the meat-wagons from the undead folks and drop some gifts over the wall? I bet your kinsmen will love to have a go with well-fucked and stretched fuckdolls."

Orc grabbed the chain above Esher's head and lifted her by it, took the chain off the hook atop the pillar. He threw her down the ground. Girl's legs were like cotton, powerless and numb from hours-long standing in one spot. Running was not an option anyway, yet she finally could let her muscle get some rest at long last. It would be that way, if a kick falling onto her stomach would not have robbed her of breath.

She curled up on the ground, with hands covering her belly and chest. Laying on her side, she felt the sprinkling stream of hot liquid raining upon her face and evaporating into the chilly air above her head. Sharp, acidic and ammonia-flavored taste get into her mouth and nostrils, then reached her eye when the orc added his own share of piss onto her already dirty body. She tried to raise a hand to stop the stream from hitting her mouth or burning eyes again, but another kick to the chest brought her hands back down.

Esher let out a muffled moan of pain, since she lacked the ability to howl out loudly. Orc thug used the distraction to aim his spill of piss directly into her maw. Gleefully smirking as he saw her choke on it. She felt the stench twice as hard now, when the salty and bitter taste took over all around her mouth, tongue and throat.

"Uuuuuhhhh, dat's some relief there... Nnngh. " the orc sighed loudly and shaken off the final couple of droplets on the ground and the woman beneath his foot "Eh? You don't like that? And I've thought that you enjoy that warm, stinky sensation all over you? Wonder if I can force one of the undeads to put a bucket under a kodo beast and have him prepare a new kind of wakey-wakey splash for you, bitch. How about we do so tomorrow morning? That is, if you're still alive till then."

His big green hand caught the chain of her collar and lifted Esher like a ragdoll, barely feeling her legs still as she was being dragged away towards a thick barrel nearby, brought by some grunts a moment ago. Gilneans watched helplessly as they set up the scene for events to come, unable to prevent any of it under strict order from the King. "Don't open the gates under any circumstances, until ordered otherwise."

Orc held her there near the barrel, forcing her to watch as one by one, her subordinates are taken off of the wedges and dragged away towards a half-circle of orcish brutes already waiting for their prize. They had it promised to them by the general Gragg. One of the worgen women was not waking up, even when one of the orcs dropped his pants and threw her body against the nearby tree, starting to fuck her like an animal. She regained consciousness at that point, when rough, hard tree bark started to cut and bruise her bare breasts and nipples. Chippings plunging into her delicate skin and tufts of fur getting torn out of her skin as it wedged into the cracks in the bark. Pulled into consciousness thanks to the pain, produced by her body grinding against the hard surface during a beastial rape she was a victim of.

Other girls tried to resist as much as they could. At least those who still had some fight into them and strength in their hands and legs, when adrenaline rush and fear fueled them. Kicking and trying to bite the assaulting males, just to have their maws gagged with the first thing that came into the hands of the orcs. Plate-glove protected fingers, leather straps, bits and pieces of siege machinery with phallic shapes and even the dagger sheath. Sometimes a pinecone out of no better choice. Esher could now understand why some of the women were missing even the back-teeth, not just the front ones. She realized that seeing as one of the girls gagged with a river rock lost a fang against it in front of her very eyes, due to a shot from an orcish fist to her face.

"You've lost something, bitch." some bystander orc commented, as he picked the broken fang off the ground and rammed it into the girl's asshole while his comrade rutted her pussy senselessly. Taking her balls-deep as her mouth bleeded and the female whined miserably from all the sources of pain she experienced.

Some other girl was taken over to the riding wolf side, towards the water trough. Even with both her hands free, she could not fight the overpowering strength of a single orc arm holding her by the hair on her head. Bent over the water surface, at the edge of the trough she got dipped into the water and assfucked.

"Damn them bitches. They get so tight when they struggle. Hold her in. I want to feel how she milks my dick as she drowns."

So they did, as one after another broke the ring of muscle protecting her anus. Massive orc dicks were too big for worgen pussies, not to mention their anal cavities. The girl screamed at the top of her lungs, but as soon as she opened her mouth each time a new cock entered her, the thick orc arm pushed her head underwater and held her there. Kicking and splashing around she drowned. Feeling the burn of her lungs as she started to lose the ability to move. Her head spinning from lack of oxygen and quickly and her sight getting cloudy, turning black rapidly. Then someone came inside her. A thick hot load of orc spunk filling her womb and gushing outside her cunt to paint her crotch whole. She took a deep "breath" filling her lungs with water and felt her mind turn blank in her last moments...

Then something shook her whole body like a lightning bolt. She vomited out the water and coughed over the trough. Someone pulling her head up by the muzzle and looked her into the eyes. As the haze began to clear out and colors returned to her vision, she saw the handsome, pink skinned face and pointy eyes of a blood elf shadow priest.

"There, she's good for another go." he stated coldly, almost as if speaking of a breeding stock instead of a person. The moment he let go of her muzzle, worgen warrior felt as her ass is being broken again. The healing magic kept her alive and stitched together some of her muscle. Just to be ripped open by another ten orso orcs that would fuck her out of her senses while drowning the bitch.

Esher watched the absolute horror of her friends beginning all around her. Not all of them fell into the hands of horny slobs. Some had it worse, being handed over to deviants. Ones that took pleasure from ramming pointy, hard objects into all of a girl's holes. With her cunt stuffed full of coal rocks, one of the girls got raped with a two handed maul handle. Another had been throat-raped so hard that her vocal cords got damaged beyond repair. Forcing her to live the rest of her life letting out intelligible grunts and whines instead of speech. Yet another, Esher watched with grief as some numbskull orcs made a bet about how many times they can jizz into her muzzle, while held tightly shut and choked with a belt. Waiting for cum to gush out her nose to end the competition. There was no end to the twisted things they did and they molested, abused and tortured all of her soldiers at the same time. Too many to let her focus on one shriek of terror at a time.

Then came Gragg. Walking slowly towards her amongst the cheering platoon of orcs that didn't currently had their hands full of worgen fuckmeat. He stopped in front of her and gave a nod to his men.

"Flea bags of Gilneas! I hope you enjoy the show! That's only the beginning of it, just so you know. There's... let's see... twelve? Yes, twelve bitches that gonna suffer each day for your stubbornness."

He addressed the people staring down from the wall, enjoying their silence. Gragg waited for his goons to tie Esher down onto the barrel. Bent over it, with her wrists and ankles tied to spikes in the ground around. Stretched out and vulnerable. Gragg pulled off his legionnaire waistguard and loincloth. Meanwhile his goons grabbed Esher's muzzle and put a pair of metal rods between her jaws. With butterfly screws on both sides of the rods holding them together like a portable vice. Yet instead of squeezing in, the bars began to go further from each other as the goons twisted the screws. Esher's maw began to open up. Her fangs holding the rods in place steadily like natural hooks.

A pair of dirty, dusty fingers grabbed her tongue and pulled it outside. She felt a hard, dull pain when her tongue was impaled onto a crude metal hook and moved to the side, while still spilled out far out of her mouth. Then the goons moved aside and Gragg got in front of her.

"Time for your dinner. Make sure to look like a hungry, happy bitch when I feed you."

He grabbed her head by the thick black mane and lifted her face up. He put his fat cocktip on the back of her tongue, since most of it was lolled out and held by the hook outside. Gave her red carpet a couple rubs to leave his taste in her. He was disgusting by the least. She felt his awful stench from afar thanks to her canine nose. Smelling like rot and diseased flesh. Now the amalgam of dirt, cum, sweat and other kinds of filth from his tool was getting watered by her saliva. He did not fuck her mouth right away. Just held it there, making sure the taste sinks in. Dipping himself into the pooling spit gathering in the pond at the bottom of her jaw. Then running his meat along her palate. Bringing it to her teeth gums and spreading his foul taste under her lips. On top and underside of her tongue. She felt like vomiting from that very rabid taste. Feeling how some oily, bitter substance peeled away from the invading cock and fell onto her tongue. Lumps of dick-cheese from an unwashed cock melted in her spit and began to give her a gag reflex. But the moment she felt her stomach throwing up, the dick rammed inside her gullet without a warning. The orc dick filled her throat and stretched it by a fair bit. The collar around her neck kept her windpipe from expanding, so when Gragg's shaft reached that sweet spot of her collar, he felt the pleasant tightness holding him back. He was already at the deepest he could muster, considering her long muzzle, but he didn't mind holding it in there for a while either.

Esher started to gag and throw up. Tightly shut with a dick, she could not throw up. Only feeling spasms of her body trying to get rid of the obstacle in her throat. Orc felt the splash of her stomach acid splash onto his dick, giving him a gentle burn and making him pull out rather rapidly.

"It's evident you've not had many dicks down your breathing pipe so far. We gotta fix that. Soon you'll be able to swallow the most repulsive pieces of dickmeat you can imagine. You will lick and suck them like a grateful bitch. At my heel.."

He explained, before pushing her head down and forcing his fingers into her throat as deep as he could. He made her gag again and held his hand in until a big splash of her vomit flew out of her mouth and his hand.

"That's it, slut. Make some space there. You'll need it for all the orc seed you'll be takin'."

He wiped his vomit-coated hand into her face-fur and hair like it was a rag. He pointed at the grunts and motioned at them to bring one of her subordinates closer. He gave the poor worgen woman a knee-shot to her stomach and as soon as she crumbled to her knees, he put his cock into her mouth.

"Wash me, slut!"

He ordered briefly and the mentally broken bitch did just that. Esher coughed up the last of her meal on the ground below her head and saw how her first officer sucks orc cock without question. The image she saw filled her with fear and disgust, since the worgen woman she knew as a friend had completely empty stare. Like a machine or a golem, created to suck dicks, she obediently put her hands onto the waist of Gragg and began to lick him clean, before spreading her bruised lips onto his pulsing, veiny green length. Her teeth were strangely short. Her fangs appeared dull and oddly rounded on the tips.

"Recognize her, slave? That's your second-in-command. I broke her personally. Had some issues with her. A stubborn bitch she was. Bitten a cock of one of my men in half with those teeth of hers. So I had to tile her fangs down into the shape of those cute, smooth buds. It's such a joy to feel those firm stumps of her teeth to nurse and nudge on a cock. Even better than the previous one I used with no teeth on the front. Guess I'll leave her to my retired soldiers back at Orgrimmar. Limp dicks like mushy toothless whores that feed on geezer's spew. You on the other hand..."

He kicked the girl away and off of his cock as he came back towards Esher. Holding her jaw in his hand and pulling her lip up to check her teeth.

"You have some nice teeth here. But I like challenges. Before you consider it, no. I'm not gonna let you suck me off without some safety measure in place. Not until I'm certain that you're utterly broken and obedient. You will keep your teeth and learn how to blow a dick without giving it a single scratch with those sharp fangs of yours. Now then... let's begin."

He stood up and lifted his meat up. Once again driving it balls deep inside her mouth and plugging her throat. Esher gagged again and felt her stomach acting up, but having emptied it before, she could not throw up even. Just shivered around that dick inside her gullet. Feeling how the orc begins to facefuck her relentlessly. She was biased, between being happy that her friend got forced to wipe her vomit and his dick cheese off of that fat orc breeding tool, and grieving for the state her dear friend ended in. Mindless masturbation tool with an agonized soul.

Gragg kept on going deep and hard, while from behind, Ehser felt how someone peels away her leather pants and loosens up her plate belt. A thumb in a leather glove squeezed into her ass dry and checked her tightness casually. She heard someone snort and hem out a snotty ball of spit right between her cheeks. Whoever it was, he was dirty. So dirty as to make her insides cringe up and shrink around the seasoned filth off of that orc's cock. At least he spit on her before pushing it in, as much as it was worth. He didn't bother pulling her pants off whole. Just lowered them enough to get access to her sphincter and to get off inside it. Stretched over the barrel and spread by her limbs, she could not fight at all.

The paladin just let it happen. There was no point in struggle, but she could have at least contain her emotions not to give those bastards the satisfaction from seeing her weep and break down. She tried to take it with dignity. When Gragg finally finished up in her mouth, she tasted his seed. Exactly as she expected it to be. Thick like tar. Green and yellow in color, instead of white. Muddy and sloppy. Like the white of a partially rotten egg. Her body revolted when he pulled her head up and waited for it to flow into her throat, to make her swallow his load. Unable to accept such a disgusting substance. Gragg covered her nose with his hand and forced her. Unable to breathe with her nose, Ehser had to swallow all of that slime to take a breath or risk getting it into her lungs.

Gragg wiped himself against her trapped tongue and knelt down in front of her still force-spread mouth, while the orcs already lined up to get some of her ass. Knocking inside her backdoor so hard that her whole body shook along with the barrel she was laid upon.

"You look good like that. But I have a goal of making you into my personal dog. Doing things I order you to. We have some time for that. I'll come for you tomorrow morning. Call out my men and let them have some rest too. For now, you'll get all of them. You'll eat only jizz and drink only piss from now on. If you get hungry, you'll offer a blowjob to some of my men. If you get thirsty, you wait for one of them to go for a leak and lay down with your dirty maw open gratefully. Or lick it off the ground, I don't care."

Esher followed him with her reddening eyes, still itchy from piss and all the stuff that got rubbed into them earlier. But soon after another muscular body blocked her view. Leather trunks or loincloth getting pushed aside to free another dick that was meant for her mouth.

"Enjoy your bonus, boys. I'll see you tomorrow morning."

Gragg left with those words spoken towards them. And that's when the gang-rape began. Oversized, unwashed, filthy and in all shapes she could have imagined. Some of them had foreskins with extra cheesy layer of filth for her to take in. The ones in the line got bored and stepped up faster. Soon starting some minor struggles for the access to the officer bitch. Breaking in between each other. Cumming outside everywhere before they discovered that her shirt sleeves, legguards and armor plates had soft, fur lining on the inner side. Suddenly each suitable opening in her armor or a space where one could squeeze a dick underneath her leather undergarment, became a spare fleshlight or substitute cunt.

An hour passed and the night fell, turning the surroundings dark. They brought some braziers and put them around Esher's body to light up the area. They made a first break when the food was served to the soldiers. Till then, Esher already looked bad. Soaked in strands of jizz that dried up and hardened on her fur like patches of bee-wax. Falling off in big salty flakes when someone gave her a slap or decided to tear one of those off, to stuff her mouth, ass or cunt with it. That's when also the familiar orc face appeared. The one who earlier splashed water onto her. He wasn't even a soldier, but just a peon. He used the chance to fuck her cunt himself, while others feasted. As soon as he dipped his dick in her abused, dry-humped flesh. Her cunt was dry like parchment so by now sex felt to her like someone put a cactus in her slit. He fucked her leisurely, without much haste, since there was no need to rush it. And he talked to her too.

"Fancy seeing me again, eh? Still struggling? A pity. I had a bucket of water just for you. I bet you'd love to have some of that grime flushed off of you..."

He didn't take long to spill his load inside her. The peon took the liberty of hotdogging Esher's ass and stroking himself with her asscheeks as he finished. But his somewhat small cumshot was almost impossible to notice through all the white mess on her body already covering her back as if a huge flock of birds took a dump on her altogether.

"Have a drink, whore. Come on. Swallow."

He ordered as he put his tip on the very edge of her mouth and urinated into it. She shook her head to the side and thrown him out of her maw, but to her surprise, the peon grabbed her snout and just pressed his cumslit into one of her nostrills, pissing directly into her sensitive canine sniffer. He saw how she cringes and flexes her fingers trying not to snort it in, but when he squeezed harder against her breathing hole, the sheer pressure of it made her involuntarily swallow it all.

"Cut it off, cunt! Still not a shred of gratitude? Fine! From now on you're drinking only riding wolf piss. I hope you'll enjoy taking their animal rods into your mouth. Mossy ground around here is like a sponge. You'll either take it right from the tap or not at all."

He gave her face a couple hard slaps and walked away. Esher had a moment of silence and relative peace. Her arms and legs were stretched down towards the ground, so all of the overflows from under her armor and clothes seeped down slowly. The metal mounds of her chestplate that housed her breasts was like two bowls full of jizz now, making her nipples bathe in the stuff non stop. For the first time in her life, she regretted that she had her fur. Once luxurious, soft and shiny. A sign of pride amongst the beast-folk that gilneans were. Now it was a huge storage for filth of all kinds. She would pay all she has to just shave her body bald to get all of that absolutely barf-bringing stench off of her body. Her tongue was numb from being stretched out so long too. Not to mention those couple orcs that used her tongue as an asswipe. She just safely assumed that it was the taste of orc ass that she felt and that it wasn't something worse.

She only wanted to fall asleep and forget. Somehow, she didn't lose her will to live.Clung to her paladin teachings that justice always prevails in the end. She peeked up towards the Greymane Wall, hoping that rescue comes out. She heard footsteps from behind her. Getting closer in silence. Still hearing orcs shouting cheers over barrels of booze and smoked meats. This could be it. Some stray gilnean... maybe one of her subordinates found the courage to come and free her from those ties.

Suddenly, something touched her exposed ass and pulled her ass cheek aside. A cold tube slipped past her vaginal lips and reached deeper. Then she heard a quiet squish as the intruder squished the pear of the lab pipette and injected something deep into her cunt.

Esher darted her eyes open and her eyes watered instantly as she felt the insane burn spreading around the deepest end of her cunt and reaching into her cervix and urethra. She tried to look around but could not possibly turn her head that far back. She started to trash around in her bonds when the liquid began to absorb faster into her inner flesh. The burn spreading quickly and not going away at all, only getting worse. Her tailhole was stretched-open too! The metal tube went in past her anus and again squirted a fine portion of the elixir. It burned ten times as bad as any spicy thing she tasted in her life. Felt as bad as a burning coal stuffed into her cunt and ass. She tried to push it outside. Strained and clenched. All that she managed to do, was to make it drip onto her swollen clit and sink under its fleshly hood, making her feel like someone was roasting her love-bud by the tongue of a lit candle.

Then the unexpected guest shown himself in front of her. Undead clearly, as he was unnaturally slender and had glowing yellow eyes. Masked beyond recognition, he spoke to her with a really bad form of Common speech, apparently old Lordareonian.

"You stay quiet. Make Gragg fuck you first tomorrow. Or next time you get real burning coal in cunt. Understand, dog-woman?"

The undead patted her on the cheek with a joyful muffled laughter and walked away as silently as he came. It was not even midnight when he vanished out of her sight and the pepper venom elixir had all the time to spread around her insides. Waitin for the morning to come, to see whether Forsaken get some payback for the humiliations on the orc General if he plunges his cock into the bitch to get a first nut in a day.