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Hero's Downfall (Warcraft)	By : EnigmaticOutlander Category: +S through Z > World of Warcraft Views: 12799 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own any characters or subject matter of World of Warcraft. I do not sell this IP, due to my lack of ownership. This is a 18+ story. You have been warned!

Chapter List
- 1-The First Whore of the Horde
- 2-The Vengeance for the Sunreavers
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Author's Note: This will be an on-going series of the various hero's of the Alliance falling from grace as they are captured by the Horde and forced to become Whores of the Horde. First will be my OC Ellavva, an adorable draenei femboy slut. Next will likely be a major player of the Alliance... Could be King Anduin... Could by Jaina Proudmoore... Who knows? Maybe y'all can help me decide. Will also someday consider doing a Alliance-on-Horde version of this where the Alliance is breaking Horde heros if this is popular. Now, on to the smut!

Themes: Femboy, Chastity, Threesome, Humiliation, Bondage, Mindbreak

Orgrimmar was in a state of angered retribution. War had been struck between the Alliance and the Horde, once again. This wasn’t new. Azeroth was one of the most violent worlds in the cosmos, a lynchpin for the balance of the known worlds around them. Nobody could refute that Azeroth had seen its share of challenges. And yet, despite all these challenges, the Alliance and the Horde could never come to a peaceful coexistence on this single world. As was evidenced by the anger within its people.

And the reason for the people’s anger? An Alliance strike force had dealt a decisive blow to the Shatterspear War Camp in Darkshore. Hell, it was just another slap to the Horde’s pride out of the pile of atrocities the two factions had heaped onto one another over the years. Yet, they were especially angry as the Alliance had foolishly let one of their most vaunted commanders be caught.

A lone figure walked through the dark corridor of Grommash Hold. Slender, lithe and deadly, Warchief Sylvanus Windrunner stepped out into the bright sunlight of Orgrimmar’s Valley of Strength. Arrayed before her in two rows were Forsaken Deathguard and Kor’kron Guard, standing at attention whilst holding back a crowd of Horde citizens. Her glowing red eyes slowly ran their way along the lines of contention, a smirk gracing her graceful features. Oh, how she would enjoy seeing this unfold before her eyes. She couldn’t wait for her words to inspire a fire in her ‘people.’ The Forsaken were her true people now, yet she could still claim the Horde as a whole were her people… To the public at least.

She raised her hands into the air and gave slow, methodical motions for quiet, which the crowd reluctantly quieted enough for them to hear her speak. “Orgrimmar! Your sons and daughters have suffered another injustice attack upon it’s honor by the weak Alliance. They attempt to reclaim what is not theirs anymore with weak slaps to the wrist. Darkshore is now the Horde’s domain and will forever remain so. Just as Kailmdor is now our home, by right of conquest.” The crowd let out a roar of approval, raising weapons and slamming fists upon chests in solidarity.

Sylvanus let them have their moment before speaking up once more, her red eyes acquiring a particularly nasty glow to them as her voice was magnified by her banshee abilities. “Despite their act of defiance, despite this war, and despite their many attempts to rout us off what has long been our home, we will push back and win this war. Because we know what it is to know strife. To know suffering. To be the outcasts of this world. And in the end, we will be the one’s stronger for it!” She swept her arms around, indicating the people about her and acquiring another cacophony of cheers and roars from the populace.

“And today, we will take that a step further and bring another mark of shame upon the Alliance. We have captured one of their vaunted hero’s who was partially responsible for leading the raid upon the Shatterspear Camp. And she will be given the greatest mark of dishonor we can bestow upon our enemy. We will break her pride, for her attack was without honor. We will besmirch her purity, for she has none to speak of. And we will shatter her spirit, for she is still defiant even now. WHAT SAY YOU?!”

And like clockwork, the people were wildly straining at the ring of guards holding back the people. They were excitable, nothing wrong with that. Yet they needed to be reined in to prevent disorder. Slowly turning in an extravagant fashion, Sylvanus turned back to the Hold and beckoned with her iron-clad fist. “Bring out the accused!”

From the shadows of the Hold appeared another trio of figures. Two Kor’kron orcs leading one lone figure clad in iron. Sylvanus’s eyes trailed over the figure as she slowly entered the light, unconsciously flicking her tongue out and letting a slow, seductive chuckle escape her chest. Ohhhh, this was going to be deliiicious…

The prisoner was a draenei woman. Supposedly her name was Brewmaster Ellavva and it showed. Her skin was a pale azure, glistening with sweat and flushing from the heat, with white hair bundled into a braid which lead all the way down to her lower back. Her horns were sharpened, jutting out like a bull’s would or a tauren, if not for how much smaller they were in comparison. Thick, curvy and fat-bottomed, the Warchief could see why she was known as a Brewmaster. It went straight to her thighs and hips, leaving her very pear-shaped. Ironically, it seemed it ONLY went to her lower end, as her upper half left much to be desired. Not unpleasant in any way, just odd to see the disparity in body proportions. And her tail was surprisingly long and thick. It appeared almost like a smaller male draenei’s tai—Sylvanus’ eyes widened just a fraction before a full-blown laugh escaped her lips. Oh, but this was too precious… Could it be? She wondered just HOW luscious her body would be once that torn armor was removed. And if she had something a bit more hidden between those powerful legs of hers…

Turning back to the crowds, the undead elf pointed to Ellavva and threw her arms wide. “This here is the Alliance trash who sought out our destruction. And she is here to be sentenced before you all now.” She turned and strutted towards the draenei, her hips swishing seductively to the crowd behind her. At least a few couldn’t help but stare at their leader, some frightened and aroused because of it, others begrudgingly admitting that even a Forsaken could appear so beautiful whilst being so deadly. She was not beloved like some previous leaders of the Horde, but she certainly was respected. If one didn’t count the Forsaken that is. They worshipped the very ground she treed upon.

Reaching to her hip and yanking out a jagged, short dagger, Sylvanus reached the draenei and grasped her by horns. Ella’s eyes widened slightly in fear, trying to back away only for her arms to be grasped by the two orcs by her side. She let out the briefest whimper of fear before she closed her eyes and focused, resigned to her fate. She felt the blade ghost over the skin of her neck… Only for it to divert and slip under the armor at her shoulder, slicing through one of the many leather straps holding it tight o her body. Ella’s eyes flew open as she saw the Warchief of the Horde begin cutting away her armor, one piece at a time. Like a surgeon with a scalpel, the elf was undressing her.

Shoulder pauldrons clattered to the ground, followed by gloves and belt. Leather could be heard tearing as her boots and headdress were ripped off and thrown behind her, as if the rare pieces of armor were nothing but scraps of trash. Ellavva watched in horror as her staff was brought forward and shattered into several smaller pieces, only to squeal in surprise as those deceptively strong, dead hands grasped her chest harness and tore at it till all she had left upon her person was a thin shirt and what remained of her breeches. Sylvanus’s smirk widened to a full-blown sneer as she grasped the draenei by the throat and forced those shimmering, blue eyes to stare into her angry, red orbs. Her voice rang out throughout the Valley, enhanced by her banshee screech and causing the poor monk’s ears to ring as she winced in pain. “This is a warrior no longer. She is sentenced to a lifetime of service to the Horde as a pleasure doll.” The Warchief reached out and a Deathguard handed her a strange cylinder with the symbol of the Horde on one side of it. It glowed with an ominous green magical aura as she brought it to the draenei’s naval, right above her groin.

Realizing a hint too late, Ellavva let out a small scream of pain as a brief nova of pain speared into her midriff. It lasted mere moments, yet the pain was unwilling to depart just as quickly. Handing the cylinder back to the Deathguard, Sylvanus looked down at her work and nodded. The symbol of the Horde now stood proudly imbued into the skin of the draenei, it’s harsh green color unmistakable compared to the monk’s natural pale azure skin. It was a magical tattoo, imbued directly into her skin, and very permanent. “She is now marked as a Whore of the Horde. Forevermore, she is subject to the whims and desires of the warriors of the Horde.” And with that final statement, the dagger returned to her hand and it sliced the last tattered remains of the space cow’s clothing. She ripped it away, revealing the dark blue nipples which contrasted with pale skin so lovely with her A cup breasts.

The remains of her underclothes floated to the ground to reveal a hidden treat: a semi-hard cock of average size hidden between her thunder thighs. Sylvanus’ triumphant gaze looked down upon the draenei, just as Ellavva’s horrified gaze looked anywhere but at the Warchief as her secret was revealed to the world. Sylvanus threw back her head and laughed, as did a great deal of the crowd. She reached down and grasped the cock at it’s base, gripping it tightly as she inspected it. “Ohhhh, but this is even more delicious then I had anticipated. This Whore is not even a full woman. No wonder hides herself under so much armor.”

Sylvanus turned to the crowd, the cock still grasped in her iron grip as Ellavva’s face flushed a deep purple in pure shame at this public humiliation. “What shall be done with her, my people? Should she deserve to ever be allowed to sire children whilst serving her duties as a Whore of the Horde?” The thundering boom of “No!” that resulted was deafening for a moment before Sylvanus nodded and waved for quiet. “The people have spoken.” She turned to Ellavva and snapped her fingers to another Deathguard. He rushed into Grommash Hold once more, only to return with a small box. Opening it for his Queen and kneeling before her, the Deathguard presented its contents: an intricately-runed chastity cage. Sylvanus grabbed the device and inspected it before nodding. It would more-then-adequately serve its purpose.

Ellavva watched in horror as her new mistress knelt down and grasped what remained of her manhood, sliding the cage onto it. The cage glowed brightly as it opened like magical flower petals, enveloping the semi-hard cock in a strange fluid motion. It curled around and enveloped her poor member, squeezing it slightly painfully till it became flaccid. The cage gave an almost little triumphant little shake before solidifying around her cock, sealing it in the beautifully-wrought little rune cage. Sylvanus stood and threw her head back, laughing loudly as she looked upon the sealed little cock and balls of her enemy.

“This Whore will now be subjected to a day of atonement to the public. Bind her and give her to the people! She will be subjected to the whims and desires of those whom wish to use her.” Ellavva’s eyes widened even further, her mouth open and poised to defend herself, only for a pair of hands to slip something over her head: a black leather hood, followed by a o-ring gag slid right into her mouth. Her arms were pulled to the small of her back and she was forced to kneel. Within minutes, the monk-turned- pleasure whore had been trussed up with her arms tied behind her back and her legs forced in a frogtie. Leather stockings and gloves had been forcefully slid on to match the hood, as well as provide minimal protection to the Horde’s newest property. Lifted by the two orcs, Ellavva let out a mewl of despair past the o-ring as she was brought into the center of the Valley of Strength and deposited onto a small, cushioned platform. It was little reprieve though, as he eyes wildly looked around at the hundreds of eyes on her.
Sylvanus waved to the bound draenei. “The time begins now. Warriors of the Horde, if this bitch interests you, you may partake of the bounty laid out before you. She will be collected in twelve hours to be taken away for further processing. Judgement has been served!” The Warchief chuckled as she turned around and left, leaving this spectacle that was about to ensue. She would make sure a few mages recorded the whole thing and it was sent to the Alliance. It would prove most demoralizing to see one of their most vaunted hero being turned into nothing but a piece of meat for the Horde to fuck.

Ellavva trembled in her bindings. Never in her life had she ever been this afraid. She had never been placed into a position like this. She had never… She had never felt ashamedly aroused in all her life. She was purple in the face with how utterly ashamed she was at the arousal coursing through her body at the same time that disgust and fear also ran through her mind like a hot knife. A hero did NOT feel lustful at being turned into a fuckslut for the rest of her days in captivity. Who knew if they would keep her alive and healthy? If she would ever see her family again? If they would kill her before allowing the Alliance to potentially rescue her? Yet, all she could do was tremble in a mixture of anticipation and fear as a pair of orcs from the crowd marched forward. They were one of the first to fall to their desires enough to not care about the publicity of the situation, nor that the fuckslut indeed had genitals similar to them. Considering how beautifully succulent her body was, who was to care though? Not like she would be using that bit of equipment ever again with the magically sealed chastity cage.

Chuckling as they stood next to her and looked down on their prey, the pair began unbuckling their belts and tossing aside cumbersome pieces of equipment. Rippling muscle and dark green skin, along with similar hair cuts and facial structure, seemed to hint at both of them being blood brothers as they dropped their trousers and presented their girthy cocks. Verdix had an impressive but narrow length with a natural curve to it. He was nearly salivating as he stared at Ella’s hooded face, the open mouth beckoning to him. Sarlok on the other hand possessed an average-sized but thick cock, along with a massive pair of balls. They hung free and seemed to churn with the desire to try and breed this slut. They let out an exaggerated “For the Horde!” to the crowds before pouncing upon their prey.

Sarlok kneeled down and grasped Ellavva’s massive thighs as he dragged her closer and pulled out a jar of homebrewed lube. He lathered himself and his soon-to-be mate up with liberal applications of the thick ooze. As if built for it, her plump ass positioned her asspussy at just the right height to allow perfect penetration for the orc. His cock hovered above the hole as he stared down at her, seeing the fearful lust in her eyes. With a snarl, he gave her small tits a slap before shoving his cock straight in. He watched as her eyes glazed over in pleasure as the wide shaft filled her insides to the brim. The stifled moan was music to Sarlok’s ears as a shit-eating grin spread across his face. “Yesss, you little Alliance slut… You enjoy the Horde cock in you, don’t you?” Ella tried to shake her head, looking away from the orc, only for him to grasp her chin and force her to look at him as he pulled back and rammed into her ass further. The half-lidded eyes and additional moaning was confirmation of the slut’s inner, shameful desires.

Verdix, not allowing his brother to get all the fun, crouched down over the prone monk as she was fucked by his brother. Chuckling in his deep baritone voice, Verdix grasped Ella’s horns and marveled at the fuckslut’s natural handlebars as he dragged her forcefully-gaped mouth to his cock. “Now there’s a good little slut… You’ll know your place right quick, won’t ya?” Before she could shake her head no in a pitiful attempt of resistance, Verdix shoved his cock straight into her mouth and went straight to the hilt. Groaning in pleasure, he panted in pleasure at the tight throatpussy before him. Gods of Azeroth, this was a beautiful gift given to the Horde. Maybe she had intentionally gotten captured so as to be subjected to this very treatment? It was an arousing thought, whether true or not, as he thrust deep into her gaping maw.

“Guhlk… Gulghk… Gluhk…” The noise was music to Verdix’s ears. Oh, this slut had definitely sucked cock before. No doubt about it. Whether willing or unwilling, she was taking this far better then anyone would have expected. Being a “hero”, one would think she would exemplify virtuous ideals, like being a virgin or some other bullshit. Naaah, this right here was the local bicycle of Stormwind or wherever she hailed from. And now she was the Horde’s public fuckdoll.

Tears fell from Ella’s eyes as she felt an onslaught of shame hit her spirit. She was being used. She was being utterly destroyed by her enemies. And Naaru forgive her, she was enjoying it. The hero side of her was utterly shattered with the disgrace this would bring to her, to her family, to her people. And yet…

A small spasm in her little locked cocklet shook her core as she felt precum escaping the tip of it. It only confirmed that the slut in her was reveling in the humiliation, the lack of choice brought into this. Who was to judge her when this was forced upon her? If she body happened to enjoy it, that was just the silver lining to it all. Right? Ella shuddered in ecstasy as she felt the beginnings of an anal orgasm coming over her, as if her body was agreeing. With each thrust, with each time that cock perfectly slid into her asspussy like a key into a lock, she felt her special little pleasure button being hit at just the right angle. And she couldn’t stop herself from feeling the building pressure in her loins. Feeling the growing need for oxygen and the building pleasure within herself, Ella felt hazy and her surroundings go a little dull. Only the pleasure mattered at the moment. Satisfy these two and she would be given respite. And maybe she would be too? Only time would tell.

Verdix grunted loudly, gasping for breath as he put all his focus into fucking her throat. With each thrust, he came that much closer to depositing his daily dose of cum into the cumslut before him. Her eyes stared glazedly up at him, encouraging him on as she limply sucked as best as she could on his throbbing member. “Yes, YES, keep at that slut. FOR—” He suddenly felt a bit overwhelmed as he grasped her horns and shoved her face all the way into his groin, his entire length shoved deep into her airway. She smelled his must, adding yet another layer of confusion and deep-seated arousal as his whole body quivered… And unleashed a torrential downpour of cum directly into her belly.

He held her there for several moments longer, feeling her weak attempts at trying to breath massaging his dick, before suddenly pulling out of her throat. With a massive gasp and in-take of air, Ella could let out a groan of pleasure as drool dripped from her mouth and small bursts of cum landed onto her face and into her mouth. Verdix’s exclamation ended rather weak, but understandably so. “—the Horde…” The orc groaned as he stood up and took several deep breaths.

Verdix’s older brother had continue to thrust like a raging bull into the little cocksleeve, his endurance a bit more tempered in the fires of fucking. Seeing he had finished with the bitch’s throat, Sarlok shoved his brother aside and leaned over the draenei, feeling her soft, curvaceous body underneath his. Oh, but she was a sight to behold. Grasping her by the throat, he forced her to look at him. “SLAVE! You will look at me—LOOK AT ME!” He slapped her across the face roughly, causing Ella to shake somewhat out of her daze and stare up at different orc. She briefly came to the realization that HE had been the one hitting her in that special button of hers, only to squeal out as he slammed rather ruthlessly into her. Her whole body quivered as she forced herself to look into his bright blue eyes, seeing the grim satisfaction in his eyes. “That’s better. Tell me what you are.”

The monk blinked, unsure how to respond. The hesitation cost her though as she felt his cock suddenly yank out of her asspussy, causing her to feel… empty. She squirmed, blinking in surprise as she realized the pleasant haze she had been taking for granted was gone with the absence of his girthy cock. He slapped her across the face and snarled. “Tell me what you are! I want to hear you say it!”

The last vestige of pride within the draenei welled up within her to fight against the slutty side of her. She would NOT bow down THIS far. She had been a, well admittedly somewhat, noble warrior of the Alliance mere days ago. She could at least keep silent, couldn’t she? Someone would come along to fuck her eventually, what with these brute’s desires likely taking hold soon and her new position within the Horde hierarchy. Yet, the slut within her REALLY wanted to cum… And she had been sooooo close. She tried to look away, only for him to grasp her by the chin and force her to look at him. “What ARE you? Tell me, or you will not be cumming. I will leave you here to rot, right here, right now.”

Her eyes fluttered and she felt her will crumble before her. Could she really say it? Could she stoop that low? Why would she ask rhetorical questions she knew the answer to. She had already been broken, her true desires revealed already with her little cocklet nearly exploding due to their combined cocks. Her lips squirmed around the o-ring as she tried to speak. “Ummh youuur shlut…” Sarlok reached behind her head and ripped off the o-ring, giving the draenei the first bit of movement in her mouth since the beginning of this whole endeavor. “What was that? We couldn’t hear you.”

Ella blushed further before speaking clearly, unhindered by the gag. “I’m… I’m y-your slut. S-Sir. P-Please fu— OOOOHHHHH!” She suddenly squealed in surprise as he rammed his still rock-hard cock into her and piledrived into her special button. Oh, he had been on the edge himself. It had been torture. But he had soooo wanted to hear her admit to how broken she was, how much of a bimbo she had been holding back, that he had waited. Nothing held him back now as he plowed her backdoor and yelled in victory as he unleashed his own loin’s hot jizz into her. And as she was filled to the brim, her locked cock suddenly unleashed a small torrent of cum through the hole of her cage directly onto her stomach. She screamed in ecstasy, her eyes rolling into the back of her head as the anal orgasm that had been building finally unleashed itself. Oh, how she had wanted this, Naaru forgive her she had WANTED this!

His load was nearly double that of his brother, filling her ass to the brim and leaking around the plug of his cock. He continued to thrust into her for another minute before his slowly softening cock slid out of her pulverized back door. She slid away and looked down at his handywork, slapping at her useless cock and chuckling at seeing her pleasure manifesting on her stomach. “You little good-for-nothing fuckslut… You’ll do juuuust fine here.” Sarlok stood up and slid his pants on, seeing his brother had done the same. And just as quickly as they had come, they turned and left the broken hero on the ground, to the applause of the crowd around her. Her chest heaved with each breath as she guzzled in oxygen into her worn body, wondering silently to herself if her ordeal was over… Or if another contender would appear to add to her humiliation. And deep down, she had no idea which she was hoping for.
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