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False Jaina's Crusade	By : Lord22 Category: +S through Z > World of Warcraft Views: 39796 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter Fifteen: Reunion
Jaina Proudmoore couldn't wait.
She was wet and giddy with anticipation as Mistress led her through the stone halls of Icecrown. Jaina was sure to sway her hips in an exceptionally wide arc. She moved her body, so her gigantic breasts bounced more than ever. The transparent white cloth bra she wore could only cling to Jaina's gigantic mammaries by magic. Her equally transparent baggy white pants clung to her hips as her buttocks jiggled as well. Her blue cloak and hood swayed behind her.
Jaina's first body was dressed in a sexualized mockery of the outfit she'd gone to meet Arthas in years ago. Her second was clad in a red and black version of the same outfit. Jaina looked sexy in red and blue. Both of her bodies looked sexy. Jaina just wanted to grab herself and fuck herself senseless, but she had to wait for Arthas.
And then they came before Him.
He was sitting on his high throne, Frostmourne in hand and he looked so sexy. Jaina lived for him. She existed for him. She wanted him to plunge his huge rod into her and make her his. But he did not look at her, instead eyeing Mistress as she approached. "Kirrasan you've returned at last."
Kirrasan grabbed Jaina's bodies by the hair and forced her to her knee. "Of course I have, Arthas. And I've brought with me an old friend. Say hello, Jaina."
Jaina looked for the words to say. But all she could say was the thing she had been trained for all this time. He was her reason for existing. "Arthas I… please… please fuck me! Fuck me, senseless! Reduce me to a mindless pleasured slut! I don't care what you do, just fuck me!"
Arthas looked at Kirrasan, impressed. "You've trained her well."
Kirrasan pulled Jaina up by the hair and both her bodies hung limply below the succubus' hands. Jaina wondered if she should feel disappointment at being snubbed, but it didn't matter. What she wanted didn't matter. "Oh, she's not nearly so gone as she pretends," said Kirrasan. "Her reason remains. But she knows her place now. Almost." She drew in Jaina and kissed her on both her lips. Then she threw Jaina forward to land on her tits. "Unfortunately, dear Jaina, it wouldn't be proper for you to sleep with him. Not until the wedding."
"Why are you here, Kirrasan?" asked Arthas.
"I've assimilated Onyxia, and I still need her," said Kirrasan.
Arthas paused. "I see. So you need to create her a new body."
"Of course," said Kirrasan, shedding her clothes. "I thought we might have some fun doing it the traditional way." Soon she was stark naked, and Jaina saw her outward appearance as False Jaina fade away. She became a curvaceous red-skinned succubus who moved toward her.
Jaina pulled herself up eagerly. "Mistress please let me join in! Please! I've been waiting for this for years and years-" Two fingers were put to her two lips.
"I think you've spoken enough, Jaina," said Kirrasan. "Strike a pose, will you?"
"Of course, Mistress," said Jaina.
Then both her bodies stood up and took on the most seductive pose she could imagine. Jaina settled for having her bodies breasts pressed against one another. Their knees were pressed against their groins. Her hands cupping her bodies rears as they stood, lips inches apart. It had come so easily to her.
Mistress had trained her well. But Mistress was growing before her eyes, her breasts and butt growing to become more than a match for Jaina. She draped herself over Arthas, kissing him. "Good. Arthas how would you like to restrain our favorite slut?"
"I think she'd look good covered in ice," said Arthas.
"Yes, Arthas!" cried Jaina. "Use me! Turn me into a beautiful ice statue and leave me screaming for all eternity! Just don't let me leave you again!"
Arthas smiled. "As you wish. You'll have a front-row seat."
He tapped Frostmourne against the floor, and ice began to creep up Jaina's bodies gradually. Little by little, it crept up her long legs, and Jaina's bodies moaned at the cold sensation. She loved the feeling as it crept up her gigantic ass, and her soaking wet cunt froze up. Jaina's bodies ground against each other. Her eyes stared at Kirrasan and Arthas, even as her ultrathin waist was covered. Then her breasts, the sensation, the feeling of being turned into an object. It was beyond description!
Jaina was being used! Arthas was using her!
Both of her bodies screamed in a massive orgasm. Then the ice crept up over their necks and entered their mouths. Soon it covered her face and hair, freezing her in place, staring at Master and Mistress.
Then Kirrasan began to pull off Arthas' clothes, unveiling his huge pale rod. Jaina stared as Kirrasan kneeled and began titfucking him. Watching her skills was amazing, and seeing her use them on Arthas was amazing. His cock was so huge; she needed it.
But Jaina was trapped her watching as Kirrasan got on top of it and plunged it into her cunt. Arthas began to rut her repeatedly. Jaina needed it, even as she enjoyed it. She wanted to lick her lips, no, lick Him.
"This… I can't watch… I'm watching Arthas fuck another woman… But I don't care as long as it is Mistress. Mistress or one of her slaves…" Her thoughts went, as her mind whirred in unending desire.
Her thoughts went on repeat as Kirrasan moaned. She kissed Arthas even as he plunged into her again and again. She wrapped her long legs around his chest, even as she pressed her huge red breasts into Arthas' face. That should be Jaina, there, being railed. Arthas as hers.
"Fuck me… Please, Arthas fuck me…"
Jaina had been under a great deal of stress lately. Her mind had been filled under endless pressure as one support after another was knocked away. Over the past few months, everything that made her who she was had been stripped away. First, her freedom when she was seized by the gate. Her identity had been stolen away next as Kirrasan became her doppelganger. From there, her dignity had been ripped apart as her life became one gangbang after another. The sanctity of her body had been defiled. She was subjected to one transformation after another. Her individuality had been broken as she was divided among two bodies. Her morality had been compromised as she was made to help seize other girls and subject them to the same fate. Her freewill was rapidly disappearing now.
Jaina now existed to be fucked and pleasure Mistress. She'd tried to adapt, to take what little control she could by embracing her new life. And now this was the final insult. She was trapped in place, begging to be fucked, and only able to watch as Kirrasan did what Jaina had wanted to do. Jaina's desire to be fucked by Arthas was the only remnant of her old safe, and now it had been denied.
The last support was knocked aside. Jaina's mind snapped. "Fuck me. Fuck me. Fuck me. Fuck me! Fuck me. Fuck me. Fuck me. Fuck me. Fuck me. Fuck me. Fuck me. Fuck me. Fuck me. Fuck me. Fuck me. Fuck me. Fuck me. Fuck me."
But he didn't. Kirrasan began to rut against Arthas all the faster. She was groaning and moaning as her hair flew around her horned head.
Jaina's mind was in a rut. There was only one thought in her mind, circling over and over like a wheel of fire. It was burning away everything else in her mind."Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me!"
Kirrasan glanced back to her and smiled. Before letting out a final moan as she and Arthas came in unison. "YES! Oh yes, I can feel your cum spilling into my womb. The cum of a god." Her stomach began to grow outward. It became ever larger as she turned around to sit in Arthas' lap, his hands coming around to grope her. "Now, to make sure Onyxia's spirit is forced into the body. Let's create a new life.
"Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me!"
Kirrasan spread her legs Arthas plunged his dick into Kirrasan's ass. Even as he thrust into her, a pair of long legs began to emerge from Kirrasan's body. Behind her came a pair of wide hips. Then fully developed breasts and finally the face of Lady Katrina Prestor.
The wheel of fire had grown, burning through Jaina's memories and lower levels of her mind. "FUCK ME! FUCK ME! FUCK ME! FUCK ME! FUCK ME! FUCK ME! FUCK ME! FUCK ME! FUCK ME! FUCK ME! FUCK ME! FUCK ME! FUCK ME! FUCK ME! FUCK ME! FUCK ME! FUCK ME! FUCK-"
And then nothing.
Jaina Proudmoore's mind had self-destructed. Her whole consciousness, her memories, and personality had been reduced to ashes. There was now nothing left within her but an empty vehicle. Observing passively without opinions or perspective. Two sexy husks were all that remained.
Kirrasan made her way up to the husks, whose eyes followed her swaying hips on reflex. The succubus smiled and kissed each husk on the lips. As she did, there was a spark within them. Dim images began to swirl through the husks mind of it as it once was — memories of gardens, of trials, tribulations, of a life.
Little by little, it began to spark emotions in the husks. Primal things that connected the dots between the blackened remnants. Soon more connections were being made by the moment. Kirrasan cupped them by the cheek, and the ice began to crack.
"That was magnificent, Jaina," said Kirrasan, licking her lips. "No slave I have ever taken has lasted so long before succumbing to the husk stage. Most people become husks so quickly it isn't worth my time to renew them. But you, Jaina, you don't get that escape.
"After all, the full contents of your mind is in me."
Like a phoenix, Jaina found her personality returning to her. Her memories and everything that made her who she was were coming back. And this time she had her sanity. The lustful madness that had possessed her had decreased to a low boil. It was beneath the surface as her mind took hold again. The ice shattered, and Jaina's bodies fell to land on the ground.
Jaina was becoming herself again. And there was nothing she could do about it. Kirrasan turned away without a word as the ice shattered and she fell to her knees. "Now, why don't we move on."
Lady Katrina Prestor was stirring. She sat up, wiping the sleep from her eyes. "Ugh…"
Then Kirrasan leaned down, so they were face to face. "Hello, Onyxia."
Katrina's eyes were filled with rage. "You! I will not-"
"Strike a pose," said Kirrasan.
Katrina rose up and obeyed, getting on one leg and sticking out her chest. She looked at herself in horror. "What the…"
"My power is surging through your being Onyxia," said Kirrasan. "Your very existence is now as an extension of my will. Shake your ass for Arthas now."
And Katrina obeyed, glancing back with a seductive expression. Even as she did, her breasts began to expand outwards larger and larger. So did her hips and ass, until she was the same dimensions as Tyrygosa. Jaina felt a sense of pride, for she'd been expanded time and again. It showed that she was a prized slut. No, why was she feeling this way? She shouldn't…
"This is impossible!" cried Katrina. "I won't stand for this-"
Kirrasan slapped her. "There is now no move you can make which we cannot disallow. There is no command I give you that you cannot disobey. Now eat me out, bitch."
"Yes… mistress…" said Onyxia.
Onyxia began to obey. She kneeled before Kirrasan and reaching out with her forked tongue. The Queen of Suffering smiled as she grabbed Onyxia by the hair. Then it began. "Oh, yes. She'll make a great addition to my collection."
Onyxia began to struggle against her orders. But Jaina found herself rising up with both bodies. One of them wrapped her arms around Kirrasan and kissed her. Their gigantic breasts mashed together as their tongues played. The other came at Onyxia from behind, groping her ample breasts. Katrina moaned as she was driven to the edge by Jaina's skilled hands.
"You should stop fighting it," said Jaina, kissing her cheek as a hand began to put fingers between Katrina's legs to feel the wetness. "Mistress always gets her way, sooner or later. You should give in now." Her voice was dead and without emotion, her mind still restoring itself. But as she worked, Onyxia screamed as an orgasm passed through her, only to freeze in place.
"Good advice, Jaina," said Kirrasan, before drawing Onyxua up out of her arms. "Now let's seal her away, shall we?" Onyxia let out a cry and then she was sealed within black crystal. "Pretty as a picture. Now we only need the other two. I'll need your help for that, Arthas."
"Of course," said Arthas. "But I want something in return."
"Oh a quid pro quo," said Kirrasan. "I like it. What is it?"
"I want you to take two other targets who could cause problems for the scourge. Tyrande Whisperwind and Sylvanas Windrunner. Help me remove them, and we'll deal with Ysera and Alexstrasza."
Kirrasan stretched, before slapping Jaina across the face. Jaina sank to her knees and bowed obediently, though some part of her resented this. "I was hoping to stay out of the limelight for a while longer. But I suppose the time has come. Very well. I'll see to them. Now do excuse us, I need to speak with our pet."
Little by little, Jaina's memories and personality were restored to her, whether she wanted it or not. If she resisted, she'd be tormented and blackmailed until she cooperated. If she cooperated, she'd be led on and manipulated until she broke. If she broke, Kirrasan would piece her back together until she resisted again. It was a cycle that went on and on with no escape in sight. And every time it happened, the thing Jaina became at the end was a little more warped than it had been before.
Jaina Proudmoore was an impossibly curvaceous whore with no free will, no morals, and no hope. And she loved every minute of it.
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