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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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Jaina Proudmoore and Sally Whitemane walked side by side through the breeding pits.
Dreadlord Jaina was away, and the original two Jaina bodies were set to flank Sally. The three women had their hips and huge tits constantly rubbing against one another. At the same time, succubi waited with whips to crack them if they ever broke step.
Jaina broke step several times, enjoying the pain and pleasure from the strikes.
All around her, she could see her pregnant bodies giving birth. Their swollen stomachs bulged, and she felt the agony and pleasure from all of them. Soon, legs came out from between her legs, her own legs. Jaina pushed herself out of her own wombs gradually.
In some cases, two of her bodies had been formed within her, or even triplets and quadruples. These ones were a lot of fun. Even now, Jaina was making out with herself within herself. Others tried desperately to escape her own body. At the same time, the 'fathers' of her new bodies were being gangbanged in the next room, given as favors.
Jaina Proudmoore was being raped, raping, giving birth, and being born. She was breaking, defiant and broken. Above her, many of her bodies hung in silent bondage as a living chandelier meant for decoration. Elsewhere she was creating those decorations. At any one time, she was experiencing the sensation of absolute dominance. And also the subjugation of total humiliation. She was homesick and never wanted to see home again, defiant and submissive.
Jaina Proudmoore was everything you could imagine her as, and it was happening all at the same time. So what was she if she was experiencing so many emotions? What did that make her?
A slut.
No.
The slut.
No matter what role she was playing, what Jaina Proudmoore was, in the end, was the ultimate slut. It was all that she was and the motive behind every one of the personas she now had. She was Mistress Slut.
And Sally Whitemane was slowly becoming aware of it, gagged though she was.
Sally was so cute, her anger and confusion unable to save her from her new body's attraction to Jaina. She just wanted to force her down and get gangbanged with her.
And there was Mistress, having returned with Tyrande and Shandris. The two impossibly expanded Night Elves were floating above an altar. Their knees were pressed into one another's groins.
At the same time, their lips were trapped together. They were struggling even now, despite their blindfolds. Both were trying to get out of one another's embrace.
"My, now aren't these real beauties," said Mistress.
"Indeed, Mistress," said Jaina. "And they won't awaken until you're ready to break them?"
Mistress eyed Jaina lustfully and slapped her across the breasts. The motion sent Sally and Jaina's breasts bouncing back and forth, jiggling endlessly. All moaned and orgasmed. "And who says that I'm going to be doing the breaking?"
"Mistress?" asked Jaina, enjoying her own surprise.
"I want you, Jaina Proudmoore, to break these fine ladies in," said Mistress.
Jaina halted. "But I...
"Is that wise, Mistress?"
"I have complete faith in you, Jaina," said Mistress. "I've broken you thousands of times by now, only to put you back together. You live for sex, and your emotional connection to these isn't going to stop you from having sex with them.
"You're doing it right now, after all."
Jaina realized it was true. Two of her bodies were behind the night elves on either side, pressing them together. Huge dicks were plunging in and out of Tyrande and Shandris' bodies. They were railing her relentlessly. Jaina felt her own hands feeling up those magnificent breasts and orgasmed hard.
Her cum spewed into the night elves' bodies, even as the two bodies fell back.
"I... I am," moaned Jaina.
"Oh yes," said Mistress. "The doubts that inhabit this body can't interfere with your true desires now."
The dicks upon the two Jaina bodies detached from her, leaving them as women even as she spoke. Then, as they landed on the ground, the dicks began to spew out foamy cum. Soon it covered them, and they began to shift and change, transforming until they had taken on a new form.
Once a mere extension of one of Jaina's bodies, they had transformed into a new one. Even as they arose, hips swaying, the floor opened up beneath their old bodies, and they dropped from sight. Jaina relished their confusion and struggles as they fell deep. They landed inside the Sea of Jainas.
"But how can I do this?" moaned Jaina.
"Dear Jaina, all you have to do is channel your concern and desire to help them to break them," said Mistress. "They'll be better off once broken anyway.
"And you may be able to train them into broodmothers, just like you.
"For now, though, I've got something I want you to see. Yourself."
And Jaina saw, felt, heard, and sensed.
She felt an infinite number of dicks plunging into her from every hole and between her breasts. An infinite number of hands groped and pressed her, as she was bound in every possible way. And the more she felt it, the more she felt the other experiences. The events hitting her now circled through her many bodies.
Each body that sensed an event felt it as though it were new and relayed those thoughts to all the others. With every waking moment, Jaina Proudmoore experienced mind-breaking pleasure. Yet even as her thoughts were destroyed, they were pieced back together.
"You see, Jaina, these are all the bodies that you impregnated," said Mistress, kissing one of her bodies. "Each one of them is now going to bear at least one fully grown version of you.
"And we intend to make the most of it."
Then Mistress walked before the many Jaina's as they gave birth. Out from between their legs came more of Jaina Proudmoores. Some of them came out alone, others in pairs or even triplets, and at once began making out with one another.
"Let's see..." said Mistress before motioning.
As she did, circles opened up on the floor beneath all of the Jaina's who came out by themselves. They screamed as she fell into darkness, followed by the Jaina's who gave birth to them. Succubi came forward to grab the Jaina's who bore two and pulled them away. They and their children were carried away into rooms filled with demons.
"Why are you doing that?" asked Jaina.
"We're breeding out the worst bloodlines," said Mistress, groping Jaina. "We want you to produce as many children as possible, Jaina. When you bear only one child, you are sent immediately to the Sea of Jaina's. When you bear two, you and your children are sent out as prostitutes.
And when you bear three, you and your children are all made broodmothers.
"When we first started breeding you, the average was two Jaina's. Now the average is two and a half. Some of you have produced as many as four. You'll be the sex slave of the entire cosmos by the time this is over.
"Now, I'd like you to make Vashj here an extension of yourself."
Jaina looked up while Sally Whitemane watched, gagged. Before Jaina, she saw Vashj, bound by tentacles up against a wall. She examined the snake girl's body hungrily, and several of her bodies came forward. "Are you... sure?"
"Yes," said False Jaina. "I want you to merge with her so we can produce many more Vashjs."
"I... understand," said Jaina, channeling her inner helpless damsel. Mistress liked damsels getting raped.

"Now, let's get you prepped," said Dreadlord Jaina, stabbing a hand between her cunt. Reaching into it, Dreadlord Jaina pulled out a huge dick from Jaina and pumped it up. Jaina felt milk pouring from her tits in preparation, soaking her breasts. The dick was forced between the tits, getting lubed up by her milk.
Then Jaina went feral, a smile on her face. Rushing toward Vashj, Jaina cast a spell of lust and slammed their giant tits together. Milk sprayed over them both as their lips locked, and Jaina thrust her dick into Vashj. Feral Jaina slammed into Vashj over and over again, even as the tentacles released her. Vashj's coils wrapped around her, even as tentacles reached in to plunge into them.
Their lips met, tongues wrestling as they groped eachother up and down.
"Vashj! Vashj I... I love you! Take me!" screamed Jaina.
And their minds met too. Jaina felt Vashj's mind, her memories and power rushing through her. The naga, having long since gone mindless, now focused all her remaining self on Jaina. Vashj had become a husk long ago, but the husk still had the data. Just no consciousness to process any of it.
Now that husk was attuning to Jaina's consciousness as both of them came and hard. "Jaina!" screamed Vashj. "You're mine!"
And they were one, even as Jaina Proudmoore came hard within Vashj again and again. Instantly, Vashj's stomach began to bulge with a pregnancy, as Jaina fell to her knees. Her now flaccid cock detached from her, and magic poured from her pussy. Soon the huge cock began to reshape and change into an identical copy of Jaina.
Both white-haired sluts were not tit against tit, and Jaina's former cock kissed her on the lips. They clung to one another and looked over to the gagged and bound Sally Whitemane. She was staring in fascinated horror and arousal. Putting a hang to her lips, both Jaina's blew Sally a kiss.
Her face went red, and she began to lactate.
"So, it works," said False Jaina. "Jaina Proudmoore, do you realize what this means? It means that you have the power to restore husks to their old selves. Merging with them resurrects their personalities."
"My Queen," said Vashj. "I bear your child even now."
And from her tail came another, Vashj, slithering out from her. Jaina saw her child slither forward as cocks grew from both of them. They slithered around their Mothers and plunged into them. As they did, Jaina made out with herself, as milk sprayed everywhere. Thrusting again and again into them, Vashj came within her.
"Now, let's see what kind of child you produce," said False Jaina.
Jaina felt a child growing within her and fell to her knees. Her womb swelled as her legs opened wide and two sexy legs emerged. Her other self was a perfect mirror, and as her child emerged, it fell into the arms of the other Jaina. The two grabbed one another and immediately began groping and making out. Yet her other self began to bear another one, and another after that.
"Hmm, so the child is determined by who impregnates you, rather than the other way around," noted False Jaina. "Unfortunately for you, Jaina, you only produced one child."
Jaina stood up and realized that she was standing apart from the others. Her child stood up and stepped toward her as Mistress blew her a kiss. "Wait, no Mistress, don't-"
And then a hole opened beneath her feet, and she fell. Her child fell with her, descending down into a smooth tunnel and bouncing and rolling down it on her tits and ass. Her other self fell onto her, and they clung to one another. Sliding down the tunnel, they fell through the open air. Beneath them, Jaina saw an immense sea of milky white, with many soaked blondes swimming to try and reach the top. They groped and pulled on one another to try and get out.
But even as Jaina fell toward her, she hit a net with her other-self. Falling into it, she found herself tangled in it. And she ended up face to face with another version of herself. This one had fully blonde hair instead of white.
A final vision assailed Jaina, of False Jaina walking before many of her new children. Sally Whitemane continued to watch. Both Vashj's were before them. "Now then, Jaina, I believe you produced quintuplets. These bodies of yours will be breeding with these two Vashjs for the foreseeable future. If you ever stop producing children, you'll be thrown into the Sea of Jainas.
"Now, begin."
And then Jaina was cut off, severed from her greater self. Struggling in the net, she tried to get free. But it was futile, for soon other Jaina's fell on top of her, and she was pulled away from it. Hauled down into the sea of milk, she managed to pull herself to the edge of the net. As she was, someone grabbed her ass, and she felt a dick plunge into her.
Outside the net, Jaina saw another version of herself swimming forward in the milk. She opened her mouth to cry for help and was shut up when she kissed her. The kiss was broken, and the other Jaina grabbed her by the nipples, giving them a tweak before swimming away. Milk was pouring out. And then someone came inside her, and Jaina found herself becoming pregnant again. And that was how things went.
Jaina gave birth and was impregnated a dozen times again within the net as it became more and more strained. Soon, all of them were trapped ever tighter. Then, suddenly, the net began to be pulled up. Jaina struggled as she was pulled out of the milk and realized that she hadn't drowned.
But soon, she was surprised to find herself being slammed against the side of a ship. It was huge, and metal and Jaina was being hauled up the side like fish. Pulled over the edge, she saw many succubi on top of it. The net we opened, and she tumbled out with all the others. Many of the other Jaina's were too preoccupied with debauchery. But Jaina was able to stagger up and move forward.
However, even as she did, a succubus clad in a captain's outfit lashed out with a whip. It wrapped around her, and she was pulled forward into a kiss. "What's going on?"
"You've asked us that question before, beautiful," said the succubus. "We're fishers of you.
"These bodies of yours might have gotten thrown out, but we'll be able to get a lot of use out of you sluts. Certain markets have just opened up, which will do wonders for your options."
"Markets?" asked Jaina.
"Oh, haven't you heard?" asked the succubus. "You're about to become a summon. A very common summon.
"For now, though, we've got to get this shipment of you big titted sluts stored away."
Jaina turned and watched as the other versions of her were thrown into what looked to be a hold. Jaina found herself down there suddenly, watching as more and more fell onto them. Suddenly the walls began to close in around them. Jaina found herself being pressed together. Crushed against herself by the hundreds, Jaina found herself being compressed.
Finally, Jaina, once again trapped by the whip, watched as her bodies were hauled out. Hundreds of Jaina's had been reduced to a cube, about six by six feet wide and tall. Images of her body were flattened there. This was then shoved down into a hole and filtered into a corner. By that time, another cube had been created, and it went on and on. Little by little, the hold filled up until the entire boat was filled with her. All of them super compressed.
"What the... you're crushing me?" asked Jaina.
"Of course," said the Captain. "Your body is super compressible, remember? I always love your reaction as this kind of thing happens. You always have at least one body that maintains its old self. I've been collecting you.
"Don't worry about them.
"We'll decompress most of them to use. However, some may have other uses. Now, why don't you take a nap." Then a handkerchief was forced to her lips from before, and Jaina found herself passing out. The last thing she felt was hands groping her. Then she was feeling an impossible pressure as she was impregnated once again.
When Jaina woke up, she could not feel her limbs. Looking around, she found herself gagged and looked around. Beneath her, she saw herself. The body beneath Jaina was parallel to the floor. Her cunt and ass had metal dildos plunged into her. Her breasts were covered, and she was gagged, trapped in a metal frame connected to the floor. Her arms and legs could not be seen and were covered by metal caps.
Then Jaina realized that she was in exactly the same position. Limbless, her huge breasts tied downward by the nipples to her other self. Only she was upright, and the frame seemed to have a means of putting it back. Looking around, Jaina saw herself on the wall, chained there like a captured trophy with a replica of her old staff up her ass. On another, Jaina had been crushed flat as a pancake and had been pinned up like a tapestry.
And before Jaina, she saw a desk. On it was a globe of crystal, and within it, Jaina saw herself, super-compressed down. It was like a twisted museum, but with only herself as the subject. And then the Captain entered the door and smiled at her, moving forward.
"So, beautiful, woken up yet?" asked the Captain.
"MMMPH!!" screamed Jaina as the Captain moved forward.
"One of the great things about you, Jaina, is how flexible you are," said the Captain. "We can make practically anything we want out of you, and you'll still double as a sex object." Then, turning around, the Captain sat down onto Jaina's breasts.
Jaina screamed as she realized her fate.
She was a chair and a lot of other things. More than a slut, her objectification had taken on a whole new level. Even now, she felt other versions of herself being rolled flaw by a huge roller. Reduced to a pancake, over and over, she became a household decoration. Succubi kept her around as a sex slave and for a lot of other things.
Meanwhile, the original Jaina moaned at the thought of it all.
"Back with us, Jaina?" asked False Jaina with a smile.
"Yes, Mistress," said Jaina. "You're making me into a commodity."
"Only the best for mass production, dear," said False Jaina. "Now then, Jaina, your original two bodies will be coming with me to get Sylvanas. We'll have to start training your new brides soon..."
"How will we capture her?" asked Dreadlord Jaina, eager.
"We'll go in the front door," said False Jaina. "Why do you think I've been keeping Sally Whitemane around?"
Jaina looked to Whitemane through a thousand eyes. And she looked forward to raping her while not wanting to and not being able to. It was glorious.
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