The scorching sun was a relentless orb in the cloudless sky above. The air shimmered with the baking heat. The heavy stomps of the colossal kodo beast whirled up puffs of dust from the dry and cracked ground.
Shandris Feathermoon's eyes blinked open. The last thing she remembered was patrolling the border between Ashenvale and the Barrens with two other huntresses after rumors of a new Horde had reached them. Vaguely, she recalled one of them shouting alarm, followed by a sharp pain and then darkness. She tried to raise a hand to shield her eyes from the raging sun but found that she couldn't move. Panic set in as she became aware of her predicament. Her hands and feet were bound to different corners of a large stretcher, spreading her out like a starfish. Stripped of armor and weapons alike, her naked, purple skin was exposed to the flying dust and uninterrupted radiance that had to belong to the Barrens. A great brown kodo beast, seemingly riderless, was laboring southward, dragging the stretcher and Shandris behind it.
I am the general of the Sentinels, a leader of the Third War, I will not be trifled with, she thought angrily. Out loud, she shouted, "whomever is behind this, you are making a horrible error. Tyrande will rain down the sky upon your heads for this injustice. Release me, and I shall show you the thrill of the hunt."
There came no answer. The only thing she could hear was the stomping and groaning of the great kodo. The great beast just meandered on, bringing the helpless night elf with it. Her sensitive skin was not used to the harsh sun without the blessed cover of the forest canopy, and, despite her training, she was already growing desperate with thirst and extreme heat. Glazed in sweat and parched mouth, she knew she had to find a way out soon. Her large and perky tits were already stinging with sunburns.
The kodo came to an abrupt stop and Shandris thought she heard someone speak to it in a reedy, orcish voice. "H-hey! Who goes there? Let me loose this instant," she commanded, suddenly aware of her private parts being on full display.
An older orc came into view around the kodo's hindquarters. He bore the sinewy appearance of a once-warrior and held a simple, gnarled walking stick. No weapons, Shandris noticed, but a gourd at his side that almost made her chuckle with the splashing sounds of its contents.
"Do you speak my tongue?" She inquired, squinting up at the weathered orc.
"Cagg does," the orc replied, his old man smile exposing the entirety of his great, withered tusks. "Another victim of the new Horde, I see."
Another? What did he mean by that? No matter. "Release me, old man, and I shall spare you when my Sentinels come to wreak havoc on your kin." Her warning was stunted by a dusty cough. Speaking was becoming hard with hardly any moisture left in her mouth.
"Thirsty?" the orc asked with amusement.
"Wh- I… yes. If you could loosen me and provide me with something with which to quench my thirst, I shall reward you, orc."
The orc bowed deeply. "Who am I to deny liquid to a great Sentinel," he said. Was that a mocking tone?
"I thank you, orc, I- wait, what are you doing?" Feathermoon watched in shock as the orc let his torn pants drop to the ground. He positioned himself between her spread legs, looking her up and down while grabbing hold of his huge, green orc member. His cock was as weathered and gnarled as he was, full of bulging veins and protruding warts. He held it at its base with one hand, slapping it heavily into the palm of his other. It was as long as her forearm, and girthier still.
"Awarding the mighty sentinel some fluids," he chuckled.
"How dare you! I am Shandris Feathermoon, the adoptive daughter of Tyrande herself, a warrior of Elune and general of the Night Elf Sentinels. This shall be you end. I will- nooo!"
The fat tip of his monstrous mast swiped the crack of her tight cunt. She could feel its crude roughness scratch at her silken lips. It was as dry as the wasteland surrounding them. Wildly, she tugged at her restraints, rage filling her to the brim, but alas, to no avail.
"Stop your advances, foul creature. I will not have you violating my sanctity," she ordered. Shandris had often found that when face-to-face with a predator, you must not show any weakness. To her relief, the orc stopped. So, the old greenskin did know better.
"Oh, I wouldn't wanna do that," he said. From behind his water gourd, he produced a smaller flask. He poured its oily contents on his throbbing cock. Then, he directed it back toward her pussy, but he did not stop there. Instead, she felt his head come to rest against her asshole. As the tip lightly touched her clenched pit, she convulsed involuntarily.
"My arrow will find your heart, once I am loose!" She bellowed. In response, the tip of the cock applied just the tiniest bit of pressure. Her nether regions contracted her hollows tight in instinctual defense.
"N-no, y-you can't. P-p-please, this isn't right. It's unworthy. From one warrior to another, I- GIIIIYYYAAAAHHH!" The head of the warty limb pushed passed her too-tight rim, the muscles of this narrow passage no match against its invader. "G-get it out of me. It hurts," she panted, eyes wide and begging, meeting the orc's smirk. He placed a firm hand on each of her spread thighs. Her grunts and gasps turned to a loud yelp as another few inches were pushed into her virgin corridor. "By Elune, the agony, I can't stand it, p-please get out of meee," she pleaded as one of the warts nipped past her strained ring.
"Lok-Tar," he answered coldly, and with a sharp intake of breath, plunged his Elf destroyer all the way to his long, white-haired balls. The wails escaping the night elf would have sent the banshee queen herself running. He only lingered in her brutalized rectum for a moment while her anus clenched and spasmed around his monster meat, before letting it slide out. The sharp pain and feeling of being filled to the breaking point remained, as her liberated keyhole instinctively squeezed shut. The orc only repositioned himself and drove his brutalizer into her again. With strong hip-thrusts, he pounded the helpless sentinel relentlessly. Her screams filled the valleys and hills of the Barrens, and it would be said that that was the day even harpies fled their homes. For what felt like an eternity, he would force his veiny cock in and out of her spasming hole until the twitches grew weaker. He slapped her large, succulent tits with a coarse hand to make her scream out. Her ring would widen ever so slightly every time he sank inside her. As the shame and agony came in waves during the defilement, never quite dissipating, there was a degrading pleasure tickling underneath the surface. It would never amount to anything, as he was re-arranging her insides, but an added layer of humiliation. Every wart and vein rippled past her dirt circle, hitting just a little bit differently every time to contribute to torture. Cagg grunted and moaned as he power-shoved his rape shaft into her with increasingly lustful cries. The inner walls of her cave felt like they would crumble under the intense excavation as the rhythm quickened with the dull claps of his hanging ball sack against her ass. Slaps came regularly across her face or tits, or her nipples were pinched so hard she forgot about his cock for just a moment. Her hyperventilation sucked in the baking air.
"Do you want water?" the orc finally asked, pulling his member out of her aching ass.
"P-please," she whispered. The endless assault had made her sweat out the very last of moisture from her shivering body. She glistened in the cruel sun. The orc stepped up next to her head.
"Open wide," he growled. Out of options, she did as she was told. It was not water, however, but his fat cock, which had just invaded her colon, that slipped into her gaping maw to get wedged down her windpipe. She fought her restraints in desperation as she was unable to breath and was about to bite down as the relief of cold water hit her dry mouth. It pooled there, unable to travel further due to the stoppage imposed by his veiny manhood. He withdrew it enough for her to swallow, and she almost choked on the sudden swirling influx. She did not know what made her feel worse, the taste of his unwashed monster cock or the depravity of where the thing had recently been.
He proceeded to feed her small sips while bathing his cock in her mouth. Then he grew eager. He jabbed his orc sausage down her gullet with rapid thrusts, straining the limits of her esophagus. He was suffocating her. She ripped hopelessly at the ropes, but it did not help. The world was growing dark again. She quivered with a last ditch effort to get some air in.
"For... the… HORDE!" He grunted as he plunged his rod all the way down her throat, pulsating and shooting heavy streams of sludge deep into her. She could not help but swallow. As he retracted, he smiled as he watched remnants of his breeding juices flow down Shandris' chin while she gulped for air. "Something to remember me by," he said cruelly, took hold of his gnarled walking stick, and shoved the thick end deep into her ass. Sadly, there was still resistance left in her mud pit. She grunted loudly as the uneven wood was lodged firmly into place.
"Good luck on your journey," he laughed, and gave the kodo beast a slap on the bum. It lurched into action, leaving Cagg to recede from her vision as she was carried of to Elune knew where. Her thirst was washed away for now, but the shame and aching hole would not wash off as easily, especial while the end of the walking stick that was poking out of her was dragged along the bumpy road.
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She awoke once more to the harsh sun above. Although unaware of how long she had been out, the thirst, shame, and agony soon returned to remind her of her ordeal. Still dragged behind the kodo beast, Shandris Feathermoon saw that they were passing an orc lookout tower. With renewed energy and hope, her head whipped around to take in the scenery. She had come to the Crossroads. Surely here, someone would see her as a warrior and treat her with dignity. Whatever their grievances, the night elves and orcs had found a mutual respect on the battlefield. She would have to tell someone about the horrible old orc who had assaulted her so, who had invaded and ruined her hitherto untouched hole.
Several of the Crossroads' inhabitants came into view as she was dragged further toward its center. Someone yelled something in tauren and she thought she heard cheers. As she was about to scream for help, she saw it. There, next to the road, locked side by side in pillories, were blue-haired Jaelna and purple-haired Astraya. Sentinels both, the powerful huntresses had been with her when they were ambushed. She opened her mouth to yell at them, but clamped it shut. They stared out at nothing, uninterested in her. Their long, intricate braids dangled down beside their faces, and they grunted and gasped as they were being brutally and mercilessly fucked. Taurens and orcs had flocked behind them. Once one ejected their gooey batter into the helpless elven bodies, another would take its place. Their faces bore broken expressions. If one fainted, a shaman would hurry up and heal them for a new series of breeding. Their only reactions apart from the grunting were the quilboar-like squeals that escaped when a tauren's thunder totem cock rammed into their delicate elven guts. Their legs were painted white with the ooze of previous invasions. Shandris felt tears swell up in her eyes. Then, the kodo beast came to a halt.