Bad End: The New Shaman

(Some time later)

“Help me you b- Gluck” The petite Elven maiden’s agitated voice was cut off by a cock being shoved into her open mouth. The Shaman assumed the Elf was some kind of adventurer, judging from her bow and pale green, light armor, but she was no match for the six Gnolls in an ambush. Poor thing didn’t even manage to draw an arrow before her capture. She was dragged into an abandoned farmstead where she was force-fed a potion. Then she was stripped of her clothes and, if the shriek was any indication, her virtue.

In the middle of the main room of the cabin, ransacked long before the Gnolls had even arrived, the Elf was being fucked by the Gnolls. She was forced to straddle the Gnoll below her with her back to him as he grabbed her hips and forced her down to match his thrusts up into her ass. Between her legs knelt a second Gnoll pumping away at her pussy with his knot slowly building. To the side stood another Gnoll who had a firm hold on her head, pounding away at the Elf’s throat. Standing behind the elf was a Gnoll pinning one arm behind her back. He was using the Elf’s armpit as a warm sleeve to thrust his cock into until he got his turn. The last Gnoll was using her free hand like a sex toy, forcing the Elf’s hand to pump his cock. The Elf, weak as she was, only managed to pleasure the Gnoll more by gripping harder.

The Elf’s pale green hair was short with two front tails tied with ribbons hanging just over her ears to frame her face. Her bright green eyes were glaring at The Shaman, but the tears and spit dribbling down her face blunted the threat. The Shaman thought she was adorable. “Help you? Sweety, I am the one in charge here. You are going to help me and maybe, if you are a good girl, we might even let you go when we’re done.~”

The Elf tried to glare harder but the shuddering of her body and the new flow of tears didn’t hide her fear at all. The Shaman gave her a pitying smile. “Don’t worry sweety, you will love it soon.” As soon as the Elf’s now gray skin turned back to the parchment white it had been, the archer would be cumming her brains out.

Emmaline turned from the debauchery to look at the other Bravos. Liv was sitting with her legs spread wide, showing off her glistening pussy for anyone to see. The sniper enjoyed teasing Emmaline’s boys but Emmaline had trained them well. They would not be tempted by the redhead’s provocations. Considering how distracted Liv looked, Emmaline assumed she wasn’t doing it on purpose and decided not to file this teasing away for punishment later.

Liv was cooing at her beautiful, red-furred baby as it slept safely nuzzled against her breast. The ‘Heat Hex’ that the gnarled old Shaman cast on Liv during their fight had faded into a black tattoo with no magic remaining after she gave birth. Emmaline half expected Liv to attempt to abandon the child after its birth, but she had slipped into her new role as mother surprisingly easy.

Liv’s new mate, the ritual had taken some time to learn from the Gnolls due to the language barrier, was laying beside her, petting her hair and looking down at the mother and child. He was the runt of the tribe, easily the smallest and weakest of the group, but proved that his seed was the strongest . They were such doting partners too. Even while the tribe was having an orgy, Liv only let her mate fuck her lower holes, relegating herself to eager cock cleaner Gnolls when they finished inside the other Bravos.

Liv, ever the slutty mother, was absentmindedly stroking her mate's cock as she lay there watching their baby. Emmaline wondered when they would start on their latest attempt at knocking Liv up again.

Emmaline thought back to when she first woke up, bound with rope, very burnable rope, in a makeshift camp. Liv and Becky had been thoroughly broken in by the tribe so Emmaline knew she was the one that had to find a way out. She decided to try and get power or at least status. Fighting against the aphrodisiac in the Gnolls fluids had been hard but soon after they had moved away from the town the Bravos had started in, the Gnolls started to change. They were talking more, at least to each other, and seemed to be planning. Emmaline began making suggestions. Usually the tougher, likely older, Gnolls barked at her for silence or dragged her over to break her again. Those Gnolls who wanted to silence her were few and, after some assaults by other monsters coming to collect the breeding toys from the Gnolls, soon gone.

Slowly Emmaline took control, using her knowledge of religion and magic to begin to understand the Gnolls’ spirituality. She was made their new Shaman and began to lead them. Emmaline was planning to make her way back to Fuu and civilization, but Liv and Becky loved it with the Gnolls. Emmaline had no family name, no responsibilities, and no one to force her to her knees as the Shaman. It was so freeing.

She would live with her boys and her fellow Bravos. They would grow their little tribe. Find good breeding stock and create a thriving community once they found a place to settle. For now, she would let her boys have their fun and let Becky have her experiments.

Becky was, like Liv, sat down with her legs spread. Unlike Liv, Becky was trying to be productive. Becky had her notebook propped against one leg while the other was splayed out. The doctor was trying to take notes in a new notebook they had found from a caravan raid, but was having trouble doing it with one hand as the other was furiously fingering herself.

The Shaman sauntered over to her friend and sat down behind her. Emmaline wrapped her arms around Becky’s waist and placed her head onto Becky’s shoulder. “Do you need some help?”

Becky squeaked, so engrossed in the debauchery before her that she didn’t notice Emmaline even as she pressed herself against the medic’s back. Becky blushed but didn’t stutter. “Yes. If you could hold the noOHHH”

Emmaline, not wanting to hold a silly notebook, poured heat into her hand, slid her hand behind Becky’s, and pinched her clit between two fingers. Emmaline could feel her shake and hear the poor blond’s walls squeeze her own fingers as she came. Emmaline grinned as she slipped Becky’s fingers from her wet cunt and slipped them into her mouth. Emmaline locked the juices from Becky’s fingers, sliding her fingers into Becky just when her eyes rolled back over and started to focus.

Becky gasped holding tightly to her pen and notebook. “Emmaline~” the doctor whined,

Emmaline nibbled on the curve of Becky’s ear as her other hand let go of Becky’s only to slither up her body to cup her small breasts. “She’s even smaller than you.”

Becky gasped. “Yes” Emmaline moved her hands slowly as Becky tried to get her focus back, finally writing notes again.

Emmaline wanted her focused so she asked questions. “Do you think her body is ready?”

Becky licked her lips at the thought. “No.” Her certainty sent a shiver up Emmaline’s spine. Becky had been wanting to see how she looked when she broke the first time. Emmaline had also been curious, as she was too buried in cocks herself to notice anything but Becky’s broken screech. Becky’s desire to know was what put the Elf in her place right now.

The potion was keeping her sane but Emmaline’s boys were making quick work of pumping her petite body full of cum. They were shooting their loads and then switching positions, rubbing their cocks on their new cum rag or taking her mouth to clean their cocks. For all her struggling, Emmaline still saw her cum, her compact cunt squeezing around one of her boy’s knots as he filled her previously unplundered womb.

Emmaline wondered if the Gnolls could seed the Elf, as they had Liv, but there would be time to experiment with that later. Emmaline brought Becky to another orgasm as she asked for specifics of her experiment. Becky was always cute when she came and when she was excitedly talking about her experiments.

Emmaline would make sure there would be plenty of new stock for Becky to experiment on. She couldn’t wait to watch them all break.