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Break Time

by BangBear

"Ugh, disgusting. Bring her to the laborers. I'll have nothing to do with a beast like this." The Nightbourn guard curled his lip at the sight of the pandaren suspended by arcane binds, cum dripping from both ends.

"Right away. You heard the man! Handle it!" His immediate subordinate commanded the two lowest ranking guards into the building. Though merely initiates, they were more than capable of dispelling the binds, dropping her in the puddle below and making their job that much slimier. Both hesitated for a moment, long enough for their superior to bark the order once more. They reluctantly picked up the, to them, grossly overweight pandaren and hauled her over to their manasabers. A silent spellcast and a touch to the woman's forehead disarmed her of any magic she might be capable of.

She was still mostly non-responsive, despite it being hours since being ravaged by the horse, so there was no struggle carting her around, other than her heft of course. The patrol hauled her through the forest outside Suramar back towards the vineyards, the commander riding upwind of the woman as to not smell the caked on horse essence the whole ride back. His eyes caught one of the laborers nearby, calling to him immediately.

"You there! We've a gift for you! Dump her over with him and get her out of my sight." The bottom rank who had the misfortune of sharing a saber with her nodded, then promptly galloped over. "She's your property now! Do as you wish with her."

The laborer's mouth fell agape at the sight of a nude woman of some unknown race being dropped at his feet, stained with devious evidence, no less. She lie motionless on her back, breasts jiggling to a stop and ultimately sagging to either side of her chest. He looked back up to the patrol as the low rank strolled back to regroup, and just as they began to leave he asked, "is she dead?"

"No longer my concern. Speak to me no longer." With that, he left without another word, leaving the dumbfounded laborer to his business. The man knelt down next to her and leaned an ear to her mouth, trying to hear for breathing. He held his locks of hair up so they wouldn't take a dip in the white goo still stuck to her face. She was indeed still breathing. Lifting his head up, he looked the creature over. He was at once captivated, and disgusted with her. If a nightbourne woman was even a third of this thing's size, her figure would be the laughing stock of Suramar. And yet, he still wanted to explore her.

Regardless of anything, he couldn't leave her here. So the dragging began. Hooked by the ankles, he began to pull her along the ground to the vineyards. It took all his might to do it, like dragging a full wheelbarrow with a rusty axle. The walk wasn't far, only about a hundred feet or so, but it felt many times longer than that. Each time he looked up at the remaining distance, he wished he'd had some help.

"Uuuurgh... worgen... bitch..." she said weakly after some time.

"Hrrrr, what? Did you -huuuhn- say something?" Maybe it was just the wind.

"She did... this..."

"Nnnrg, so, it does speak. Just in time." The man dropped her legs, now finally at the vineyard's shack. He took a moment to gather his breath and wipe the sweat from his brow. A sip of manawine later, and he was rejuvenated enough to complete the task. Just a few more feet, and she was inside the small building. "Stay here and don't move."

Guan didn't know how long he'd been gone for, but she was recuperating now. Her arms and legs responded to her will, albeit weakly. She was able to stand on wobbling legs and lean herself on some crates for support. Everything felt like jelly, like all her limbs had been asleep for hours and were just now waking up. She might be weak, but she could still make a personal portal back home. She began the quiet incantation, stopping halfway through to grip her head in agony. "Uuurgh, those fuckers put a seal on me..." The migraine faded as quickly as it came on, thankfully. She noticed some movement by the entrance of the building. When she turned to look, nearly a dozen elves had streamed inside and surrounded her.

"Here's your chance to have some fun before she's untouchable. Enjoy it," said the elf that dragged her here.

"Ugh, this is what we have to work with? I'm amazed she hasn't cracked the tiling she's standing on." Much of the group had looks of disgust on their faces, but they advanced regardless. Beggars couldn't be choosers, after all. "W-w-wait! I can give you coin!" She instinctively reached for her hip to grab her coinpurse, but felt nothing but fur. "Oh... right. Fuck."

Four of the group advanced on her and lifted her onto the wooden crate, each grabbing a different limb. In her current state, she couldn't even fight off two of the men, let alone four, or ten of them. Her legs parted easily, despite her unwillingness, and the first elf stepped up, the one who dragged her here.

His pants were already dropped as he stepped in, his shaft teasing at her lips, seemingly unsure if he truly wanted this or not. "I'll need to bathe twice after using this creature... better be worth it." His mind made up, he thrust in, the cream left from the horse, along with the stretching he put her through, made entry effortless and audible, the horse's deposit squelching as it was forced out of the way.

His hands explored her body through morbid curiosity. He hadn't a single intimate or sensual bone in his body, it seemed. Purely mechanical and utilitarian, and his revulsion with her was as clear as ever. "How beasts as repulsive as this live long enough to breed is beyond me." He lifted her breast by a pinched nipple and let it drop down to her body with enough force to sand a ripple down to her thighs. "Horrible."

Another worked around to her mouth as the idle men joined in on the tour by grabbing, pinching, rubbing, and otherwise molesting their captive. One pair of squeezes to her tits started a flow of milk, leading the elf who discovered it to shake his hand of the fluid distastefully. "What an absolute cow. I suppose that explains all this fat." Her maw became occupied just as the first elf finished within her, adding more to the flooded innards. Another replaced him as quickly as he left, assuming the same selfish style of lovemaking.

She'd largely given up at this point and resigned herself to letting it happen. Any energy saved was a victory now. A fresh burst of hot saline pumped into her mouth, which she didn't swallow. A failed attempt to spit left it all running out of her mouth and along her face. Back and forth the men used her, a white pool on either end of the crate below an increasingly cum and sweat soaked bear. They'd barely given her time to breath between uses, gasping and gagging for air every chance she could. It seemed endless, but she was keeping count. This one in her mouth was the final one, and just as the thought entered her head, she felt him nut.

Finally, it was done, she thought to herself. Groaning weakly, she tried to raise herself up, only to have her legs grabbed once more and be reentered. No way, there couldn't have been more, could there? As she looked around, none of them had left, and no new faces were present. Was this how these elves did things?

Every single one of them was ready for another round, and a more vigorous one at that. He fucked harder and deeper than any of the previous ones, throwing her legs over his shoulders while he planted his hands on the crate. As he pounded away at her, the others seemed to wait their turn until he was done, orgasm larger and longer than the first. Seems they were only getting warmed up.

As the next one took his place, he did something she'd never have seen coming with how they reviled her. The elf grabbed her ankle and ran his tongue across the entire length of her foot, then nibbled on her foot pad. Their deeper kinks came to the forefront across the board, as another elf knelt next to the crate and sucked at her teat hard enough for it to flow out from his mouth faster than he could swallow.

Instead of fucking her overused pussy, he clamped her feet around his cock and forced a footjob from her, half his orgasm slicking them up while the other half shot up to string along her belly. By now another elf had posted up at her other tit, sandwiching his cock between the underboob and her bellyfat, awkwardly resting one leg on the crate to make the outercourse possible. Now she was truly being coated everywhere, not just her face and cunt. At the very lease, she was breathing clearly.

With the titfucker finished, she was turned over by the next and given a series of hard slaps on the ass, the bear wailing by the sixth one. He grabbed her cheeks hard, the fat of them squishing fiercely through his fingers. She kicked her legs in protest to the abuse of her now sore and sensitive cheeks. The milk drinker had sat himself down now with his head tilted up to happily suckle from the dangling breasts, the one not tended dripping milk to his shoulder. Either he didn't mind the pained screams, or they turned him on more since he came in his hand during them.

After far longer than she wanted, he relented, only to lay atop her and poke her rear with his rod. A tear shook free from her eye. His aim was high as he looked for her as of yet untouched hole, entering swiftly. Each time he pounded his hips against her cheeks, the pain flared up. His speed gave no time for it to die down, nor did it give time for her hole to stretch comfortably. Just as she thought it was at its worst, a hot stream landed on her muzzle. She was their urinal now, too, her hair getting grabbed in a fistful as her head was directed onto the pissing cock. He let loose right in her mouth, bottoming out to flood right down her throat. In a coughing fit, she sprayed the piss back out, desperately trying not to choke to death on it.

None of the men did anything to stop the brutality before them. But why would they? So long as they got their turn they had no reason to care for her safety, comfort, or pleasure. In the end, all the men had gotten a second turn, some a third, and two a fourth. The pandaren woman was left with dingy, matted fur, and covered in glistening streaks of mixed juices.

"We all done here?" one of them asked, the men cleaning themselves with rags well enough to put their clothes back on. No one signaled a wish to continue. "Very well. I'll get the moth."

She sniffled on the box and raised her head to look back towards the door, her body otherwise limp. Her face was a wreck, drool, cum and throat slime dangling from her chin and lips, swinging back and forth from her ragged breathing. Through teary eyes, she made out the figure of a massive, hairy looking insect with eyes half the size of her head and fluttering purple and green wings. "Load her up."

Whatever that meant, she was terrified of it. She tried to scramble away forwards, the escape thwarted by the men coming to hold her down. "No, no no please!" The begging ignored, the bug was lead forward to her and landed on her back, its weight more than every one of the elves. How it stayed airborne was a mystery.

A thin, slimy appendage crept from its abdomen near the end of its body and stabbed forward. It speared her straight up to her womb, then as it grew some more managed to poke inside it. The mage was screaming, trying another time to teleport herself out from there, only to be greeted by yet another migraine. None of her thrashing helped, and the moth began to pump. She thought it'd be more seed, but instead it was something much larger. Eggs two fists large were deposited into her one at a time, each one swelling her belly more. It hung over the edge of the crate, lower and lower. The eggs kept coming. For nearly five minutes straight she was held there, and only when the bug was finished did it retreat, leaving her belly double the size of a keg. She was released, and immediately she fell onto the floor on her back, once again in a puddle of cum, sobbing. All attempts to push the eggs out failed. Her magic failed. Her body failed. Her mind failed. Everything. Her stomach was too big to move, now, and the elves knew it. But just to be safe, one returned with shackles, placing them around her wrists and ankles.

"Back to work," he said simply, turning to leave the building with the others.