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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: Well, here we have Jaina Proudmoore being turned into Jaeda the Proudwhore ladies and gents! This definitely won’t be the last time you’ll be seeing her, and I’d love people’s opinions on where she could go next.
Also, sorry to everyone for the long time in replying. I just got done moving and finally getting somewhat settled, so hopefully can get a couple of stories in per week at least, if not more.

Themes: Gangbang, Bimbofication/Full Blown Transformation, Hardcore Fucking, Dubcon, Futa, Tauren Cock, Facefucking

Deep in the belly of a ship, Jaina let out a deep sigh. She had been sentenced to death and was being sent to Fate’s End, the island where all major criminals of Kul Tiras were to be thrown into and never seen again. She knew she likely would never have been able to able to acquire forgiveness from her mother and Kul Tiras itself, but she had hoped that she would simply be exiled. It seems that, in the end, she couldn’t escape her fate from the many wrongs she had done in her life.
Her bosom heaved and a single, anguished sob escaped her lips as a tear dripped down her cheek from her position against the wall in the brig of the ship. Whilst she had voluntarily submitted herself into exile, they had made sure to place rune-engraved anti-magic bracers and collar upon her. Chains locked her to the wall of the boat as it took her to her destination, which she knew would take at least a bit of time to arrive at considering the danger of Fate’s End and the distance from the capital.
Time slipped by bit by bit as she tried not to be completely lost within the abyss of despair in the darkness of the ship… Yet, eventually, Jaina began wondering in a darkly just how much longer it would be before they arrived at the island. After all, this was that comfortable being locked away in the darkness with cold iron constantly on your person. She wasn’t a damn warrior, nor a common thief. She would rather get this all over with sooner rather then later. Eventually, the sorceress drifted off to nightmare-filled slumber.
Shadowy figures plagued her dreams, one after another. Arthas at Stratholme, the Destruction of Theramore, the Purge of Dalaran, The Death of her Father. A tiny whimper escaped her lips as she slept, only to suddenly jerk awake as she felt her airway close. Eyes wide in fear, she heard a sudden cackle of derisive laughter coming from… Her fear turned to anger, adrenaline hitting her bloodstream as she realized just who had laughed: Magister Hathorel, a mage of the Sunreaver Onslaught. His green eyes were alight with triumph as he looked down upon Lady Proudmoore in chains. “HAHAHA! How could a sorceress of your reputation be brought so low without a single blow being dealt?” He gripped her throat harder, watching as her mouth opened as she tried to gulp down air in futile. His satisfaction grew as he watched her squirm, her life held in his grasp just as she had held many of his brother’s and sister’s lives in her grasp so long ago.
The blood elf grasped her throat with both hands and squeezed the life out of her, watching as her face slowly grew blue with lack of air. Oh, how he wished to watch her life just slip away like this. Yet… The Magister released her throat and let her breath in a retching, ugly lungful of air. She coughed violently for several moments, looking up at him through tear-filled eyes as she fought to keep a steady flow of life-sustaining air into her body. He shook his head and spit in her face, watching the spittle splatter across her cheek. His hand reached down as he grasped her by her white, braided hair and stared into her eyes. “Oh no… Don’t worry. You’re wanted alive, my dear. However much I desire to end your miserable life right here and right now, you are safe for the time being. The Sunreavers will have their vengeance for what you have done.”
Hathorel turned and left the brig, only to be replaced by lithe female in leather armor. Her eyes narrowed delight at the sight of the mage. She didn’t utter a single word as she came forth, pulled out a syringe of clear liquid, and injected it straight into Jaina’s neck. Within moments, her world began spinning and becoming blurry, only to suddenly go dark as the chemical cocktail knocked her out cold. The last thing she saw was a smirking Lady Ashvane taking a large bag of what sounded like coins from the Magister before darkness claimed her completely.
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Consciousness was slow to return for Jaina. Despite knowing something was wrong, she couldn’t quite place what was bothering her till adrenaline hit her system and suddenly she was wide awake. All around her were various instruments, both magical and mundane. Alchemists tools, a set of enchanter’s scrolls, the horrifying sight of an Apothecary’s bubbling cauldron and much more littered the area around her. Her examination of the area also made her realize she was as naked as the day she was born, manacled down to an operating table utilized by medical personnel… or torturers. Her bountiful, pale bosom rose and fell rapidly as she breathed deeply to keep calm. She pulled at her restraints, realizing they were made of the same rune-etched, magic-blocking steel. Leather buckles held down her knees, neck and midriff, preventing any movement on her part.
She closed her eyes and tried to analyze her surroundings more, but she realized everything was blocked. All her vaunted magical prowess was useless here, blocked or nullified by extensive charms and runes designed to keep her helpless. She couldn’t help but be vaguely impressed by the Horde’s determination to keep her contained. That didn’t stop her from feeling the rage growing within her. They would pay for this duplicitous act…
Suddenly the wooden door to her right opened and revealed the silhouettes of a trio of people. Stepping in, she recognized the two blood elves from earlier whilst the third newcomer was a Forsaken Apothecary with the traditional facemask they wore. An involuntary gulp clenched her throat as she watched them silently enter the room and begin preparing for… whatever it is they were doing. “What are you doing? The Horde won’t be able to get away with this, and you know it. The Alliance will find me eventually—” She was cut off as the Apothecary came up to her and pulled out a o-ring gag from his robes, shoving it straight into her mouth with an eerie precision. She tried fighting back but was incapable of resisting in nearly any capacity as he locked it into place around her head. A sickly sweet voice came from behind the hood, female if she had to guess. “Oooh, but I love it when they struggle… If I had my way, I would make this last for the next week and get a couple experiments in at the same time but… Certain parties are eagerly awaiting our completion.”
The Apothecary turned to the two elves and nodded to them before turning back to Jaina, running a hand along her chin. “We shall begin now. The plans we have in store for you are… rather drastic. But you are a rather dangerous individual to the Horde’s future. We cannot have you remaining as a problem for the foreseeable future. Thus… The Warchief has authorized some rather interesting procedures be used on you. So long as you are not killed, we are allowed to do whatever we desire…” The robed individual tapped her boney fingers together, getting an unsettling rattle from them as a deep chuckle rasped past her mask. “And oh, do I have plans for you, Jaina Proudmoore… I do hope you enjoy them.”
The two elves, Hathorel and Girana, quickly grabbed up various items from the tables and brought them to the Apothecary. Vials of glowing potion were forced down Jaina’s throat, syringes full of other liquids, a rune-tattoo applied to just above her snatch and several magical spells were applied to Jaina, each causing her to feel a strange building of energy within her body. Her mind grew fuzzier with each potion introduced, actively fighting against the forced change but being overwhelmed bit by bit. Her body shivered and twitched as her biochemistry was changed by the vile concoctions being introduced to her. The tattoo glowed bright purple for a moment before it calmed down and resumed looking like an innocuous tattoo. With each second that past, Jaina Proudmoore was being destroyed and replaced by… someone else.
Screams were eventually forthcoming, but not from pain. No, her body was feeling the heat of lust building within her to such a level that she couldn’t resist begging for it to stop. It morphed to her begging for release, to eventually begging for attention as her mind was brought low by the potent combination of potions and magic now flowing through her body. The two elves came up and pulled out pieces of beautifully wrought jewelry of sapphires, piercings meant for her fabulous body even as it morphed into something far more attractive then she even had been before. Within minutes her nipples, tongue, ears, naval and clit were all pierced with pieces of glowing sapphire.
After an arduous few hours of work, the Horde trio stood back and looked down upon their handiwork. The Apothecary’s chuckle resounded again, heard above the dull moans coming from the woman on the table as she turned and headed for the door. “My work here is done… Be gentle with her. She needs a little recuperation before you flaunt her around.” She sounded unconcerned as she left, leaving the two savage elves to stare down hungrily at the ex-mage.
It was as if someone had turned the dial on Jaina’s beauty up to thirty. Her breasts, already pale orbs of great beauty, were now a gravity-defying, massive bust of porcelain with perfectly-erect, pink nipples. Her wide hips had acquired that child-rearing width and curvature, with a prominent increase to her bubblebutt whilst her thighs had been forged into exquisite thunder thighs. Along with her almost-artificially maintained perfect hourglass figure, she was a goddess brought to mortal form. And yet, the new Jaina had certainly lost a lot. Specifically, the glow of intelligence and power within her eyes had shriveled away and died, only to reborn with a hungry lust which would never dissipate as she stared at her two enemies in obvious desire. Her own deep reservoirs of magic were now turned towards maintaining her current form, self-cleaning her outer and inner self, and projecting an aura of seduction which a succubus would be proud of.
Hathorel stared down at his foe, seeing she was no longer the Jaina who had put to death so many Sunreavers, the sorceress who had fought off the Burning Legion in times-long-gone. Now, all that remained was Jaina the Slut, a shadow of her former self. A savage smirk crossed the elf’s face as he came up beside her and stroked her cheek… Only to begin unbuckling his belt to release his rock-hard phallus free from it’s jail. At the sight of a cock, Jaina’s squirming became full-blown fighting against her bonds to try and become free, her eyes locked onto the elf babymaker.
The Magister unlocked the leather strap across her neck and lowered the headrest down so her head hanged off the end. “You… are going to pay for your crimes against the Horde. By being a willing fuckdoll. You understand?” Jaina nodded vigorously, her mouth still wide open and leaking drool as she watched that cock approach with anticipation. He grasped her by both sides of her head before thrusting down into her throat. In one single motion, he was deepthroating his cock into her, causing a groan of pleasure to issue from the elf whilst the human simply moaned in delight at getting a taste of the delicious cock before her. His hips thrust into her face, his cock using her mouth and throat like the cocksleeve it had been turned into. “You… fucking… slut… You… always… wanted… this… didn’t… you?!” The elf yelled each of these words out as he thrust into her, surprised at the lack of a gag reflex from the newly bimbofied whore before him. “How would your country feel, knowing their Daughter was nothing but a Horde slut now.”
Jaina didn’t even register this as she was too wrapped up in her own pleasures to be mindful. Her body had been so radically changed that she didn’t even resemble a normal human anymore. Her mouth and throat now possessed pleasure receptors almost as powerful as her cunt and asshole possessed, let alone how precum was now acting like and aphrodisiac to her system. Lost in the throes of lust, she cared not for the violent “GLULK GLAK GLUMK GLURK GLARK” noises issuing from her throat, nor for the fact that a literal puddle of her own sweet nectar was dripping off the bench and onto the floor now.
Girana watched from the sidelines, her skin flushed in lust as she watched the bitch she had wanted to see bring low for so long finally get her just desserts… Only to feel vaguely frustrated with how anti-climatic it kinda was. The BITCH seemed to be enjoying it. She wasn’t the same person now, after all, yet she wanted her to suffer. Not exactly this. She growled in anger before pulling out a flogger from within her bag and heading to the bimbo’s lower half. Watching that glistening pussy dribble out streams of hot liquid desire, the rogue took the flogger in hand and lashed out hard against the tender flesh, causing Jaina’s whole body to tense up and scream around the mouthful of cock. Throat muscles tightened around Hathorel’s cock, causing him to groan in pleasure as his fuckhole became that much tighter. Girana smirked wider and shouted ruthlessly. “That’s right, SQUIRM YOU SLUT! You deserve to be mistreated, to be used and abused like the guilty whore you are! You’ve done much to our people and you will be repaying us with daily service for the rest of your days. DO! YOU! UNDERSTAND?!” With each of those three words, she lashed out as hard as she could against Jaina’s groin, watching her alabaster skin turn bright pink and even red where the lash hit. Jaina could only moan, groan and scream around a cock which blocked most of her airway, yet she didn’t stop slurping on that cock whilst enjoying every moment of being used as a personal throatpussy for Hathorel. Her whole body bounced and jiggled with each thrust, her eyes shut as drool escaped her mouth and trickled to soak her face and hair.
Finally, after several minutes of hard fucking, the Magister let out a shout of surprise as he finally blew his load straight into Jaina’s stomach. He pulled out, letting squirts of it hit the back of her throat, coat her mouth and even splatter her face, mixing with her own spit which coated her whole face and allowing the bitch a full breath of air for the first time in a couple minutes. Her whole body heaved with effort, having cum already a couple times so far between the abuse on her face and the abuse on her pussy. Girana let out a mirthless cackle as she watched the slut shudder in ecstasy, turning to leave the room with Hathorel. They’d leave her to stew in her own juices for a while, likely to become a needier with each passing minute she wasn’t fucking. Plus, doctor’s orders… Couldn’t abuse her TOO much quite yet.
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Deep in the sewers of Dalaran, a large commotion was occurring. Apparently, the Sunreaver Reparations Fund was being started and it had a bunch of various little events being hosted to help the bereaved faction. After all, Jaina Proudmoore had infamously torn them apart, so maybe these altruistic men and women were wanting to raise funds to help with rebuilding and reparations for past wrongdoings. Especially a few whores who wanted to have fun today and donate all their earnings to the Fund.
Standing on a raised wooden platform, three women stood as a goblin announcer came forward and shouted into his megaphone. “Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to the first ever Sunreaver Repearations Fund Charity! Don’t be shy, come on and step forward! These lovely ladies before you—” He waved to them. “—Want nothing more then to show their appreciation to the men and women of the Sunreavers, and how they keep this wonderful city a safe haven for those of us who desire neutrality!” A voluptuous troll woman to the right, clad in an enticing arrangement of silk robes and totem poles, flaunting her shamanistic abilities as well as her beauty. “To the right, we have Edana. She wishes to give any lover of hers a grand time they will never forget, especially with the help of the spirits who work alongside her!” To the far left, a dwarven lass in tight leather attire with a giant ass was flaunting her stuff. “To the left, we have Talia from Aerie Peak. She is a Wildhammer gal by trade and knows how to ride damn near anything!” And to the center, a young woman with white and goal hair whom was clad in nothing but the flimsiest pieces of blue and gold lingerie. She stood tall and regal, her eyes hungry with desire as she looked over the crowd. “And dead center, we have the wonderful Jaeda Proudwhore, the Lady Proudmoore look-alike whom wishes to... ahem, make up for past mistakes!” The goblin’s leer grew deep as he waved to the ladies. “DIG IN LADIES AND GENTS!”
And with that, members of the crowd rushed forward and threw down coins. Talia and Edana each led small groups of individuals away, but Jaeda stood upon the platform and simply tore away at what remained of her clothes before letting out a sultry moan. “Take me boys… Show me the error of my ways.” A group of Sunreavers pushed forward, brandishing coupons specifically for them. Each had a knowing smirk on their faces, uncaring for the façade before them as the first trio of men grabbed hold of the women and forced her to her knees. All of them dropped their pants, cocks springing forth as the young woman licked her lips in anticipation. Grasping one in each hand and stroking with the finesse of a well-practiced whore, she took a third into her mouth and began slurping loud and hard. A fourth body entered the mix in the form of a futa elven lass, sliding underneath her and forcing the Lady Proudhwore to bounce on her massive cock whilst servicing three others.
With each cock serviced, Jaeda swallowed a load, shuddering in pleasure as the delicious cum hit her tongue and slid down her throat. Each load was a gift from the gods that she cherished, knowing she didn’t deserve to be so lucky and yet was blessed to be in such a position. Her head bobbed back and forth on the hard members around her, the gagging noises echoing in the area whilst jeers, leers and moans were heard all around her. “Take it, you fucking slut!” “The pride of all Kul Tirans, wrapped up in one whore!” “FOR THE HORDE!”
Bouncing on the cock underneath her, Jaeda squeezed her inner walls tightly around the cock as she tried to coax its load out, while her mouth and hands sucked and squeezed each cock she could reach around her. Eventually, the elven futa underneath her finally exploded into her cunt, leaving a nice big messy load in her. It slipped out with a loud splat as cum trickled out of her pussy. She cooed quietly, happy to feel the hot babybatter in and on her.
Suddenly she was lifted off the ground with a loud squeal of delight as a massive elf picked her up and threw her onto her back on the ground. She felt herself being raised, only to realize she was about to be gangbanged by three elves at once in all her holes. Her only thought was just HOW delighted she was at how creative they could get! Staring into the glowing green eyes of the elf above her as he plowed into her mouthpussy, she wrapped her lips tightly around the cock in her mouth whilst feeling her asshole and pussy being plowed roughly. Stretched and feeling abused, Jaeda felt a shudder of joy rush through her body as she experienced a powerful orgasm. She deserved this, to be treated like the fuckdoll she was. Never again would she have to worry about the Burning Legion, or about the Horde and the Alliance’s war. No, her war was the war on pleasure itself. She needed to make anyone around her who desired pleasure as happy as she could possibly make them.
And the best way to do that was to be a complete and utter slut for the rest of her days. Loads blew into hew twat and cunt, followed shortly after by another load down her throat as the next batch of elves released their built-up pressure into her body. They dumped her onto the floor again, striding away and leaving her alone upon the platform to catch a quick breather. Her chest rose and fell rapidly, feeling the slight burn in her muscles from the workout that was fucking multiple people at once… Only to feel giant, rough hands grasp her. She looked up to see a tauren eying her hungrily, his rock-hard and absolutely gigantic horse cock standing tall and proud. All tiredness was forgotten as she was lifted up and held in the arms of the tauren warrior. Jaeda stared into the deep brown eyes of the warrior, her half-lidded, lust-filled eyes drunk on the sight before her as she grinded against the pole she was mere inches above. He grinned wider, seeing her obvious arousal and enjoying it briefly before simply raising her up and positioning her just above. Her eyes never left his own as she quietly whispered to him. “Fuck me, you brave, noble warrior. Make me your brood mare for as long as you desire.” The tauren nodded before grunting in pleasure as he slipped her straight onto his cock. Her pussy spread to invite it’s new lover in, uncaring for the physical limitations of this world as her magic worked to allow easy passage into her love tunnel.
Throwing back her head, Jaeda let out a scream of pleasure as she was impaled on the massive cock, feeling it hit her cervix as he began pounding into her. Her whole body jiggled and shuddered with each thrust, her massive tits bouncing whilst her ass took the slaps of massive balls with grace. Each thrust brought the sorceress whore to orgasm, the strength and utter size enough to put every hypersensitive pleasure receptor in her body on fire with pleasure. She cared not her mind was being utterly blown away bit by bit by the massive weapon this tauren wielded. Minutes felt like hours as the crowd shouted their approval of a public fucking worthy of remembrance.
Moments before it happened, Jaeda felt the tightening of his balls as they gathered their payload and prepared to launch it straight into her womb. Letting out the sluttiest little squeal, she clutched at her lover and felt her insides tighten significantly as the load of cum shot straight up into her babymaker. The warrior let out a deep, bellowing shout of pleasure that resembled a bull rutting his mare. They stood there, the slut held in an almost-loving embrace off the ground by the warrior as they gasped for breath. The tauren gasped in air, winking once at the slut before sliding his massive schlong out of her love tunnel. A pitiful mewl of sadness escaped Jaeda’s lips as she was set down on the ground gently, watching her lover walk away with a pep in his hoofed steps.
Jaeda turned and looked out into the crowd, a bit drunk on all the lovin’ she had been receiving, curious to see where the rest of the day would take her as another contender approached from the crowd…

Author’s Note: Who could be next? Review and let me know what ya like and don't like! :D I love here critiques and what people liked! It helps me improve as a writer. :)
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