Bad Ending: Fuck Toys for the Tribe

Fuu had no sense of time, and barely even any idea who she was, but she did, at some point in the night, recognize the feeling of hands lifting her off the ground as the Gnolls carried the four women off to their breeding cave. Most likely, she realized later, she could only tell the difference because, for the first time in hours, nothing was fucking her. Her pussy felt strangely vacant and she could clearly breathe, though the smells of sex and sweat and musk still permeated the air.

She felt the Gnoll that was carrying her set her down on a pile of furs and tried to groan, but no sound came out. The heavy footfalls of Gnolls disappeared from her new bed, but the moment they were gone, new sensations assaulted her. She felt soft hands roaming over her body, groping her sensitive flesh. Tongues liked over every part of her, strange and unfamiliar voices letting out little coos and moans of pleasure and excitement as they lapped up the cum from her body. Fuu tried to roll over and escape them, but her body was exhausted and weak, and the strange women easily pinned her in place, giggling as they took what they wanted from her.

Fuu could hear the moans of her companions joining in as well, and distantly wondered if they were being assailed as she was or if their minds were frayed enough for them to be joining in... Maybe one of the tongues that plunged between her folds to lap away the sweet, addictive flavor of Gnoll cum was Becky's. Maybe one was Liv's. With her lids too heavy to lift, Fuu had no way of knowing.

When they finally finished with her, Fuu's mind collapsed into a murky and dreamless sleep.

She didn't wake up for a very long time.

What did finally rouse her back to wakefulness was her hunger. As she finally **** her eyes open, Fuu realized she felt like she hadn't eaten in days. Her body still ached, though not nearly as badly as it had before, and the fading scratches that decorated her skin only stung a little as she pulled herself up to sit.

The world spun around her for a moment, but Fuu pushed through. Moreso than her body, her mind felt tired and heavy. Everything was still fresh on her mind, each horrifying depraved detail of each of her friends breaking and submitting echoed in full volume. As she groggily looked around, it took Fuu a moment to realize she wasn't alone.

"You should eat." buxom blonde woman was sitting before her, holding a cup of some sort of soup in her outstretched hands. Fuu just stared at her until she pressed it forward and **** it into Fuu's grasp. "It's been days... I was worried you weren't going to wake up."

Fuu looked down at the crude stone cup, then back up at the woman. In the distance she started to become aware of moaning voices... familiar, broken voices.

"It's not really so bad once you get used to it," the blonde woman said with a sad smile. "Though maybe I'm not the best one to ask. The others have all been here longer than me, and... well they don't seem to think much any more."

Fuu looked around. They were in a tent, stitched together from assorted animal pelts. Some of the ones that covered the floor had been bunched up into loose bedding across one side, while a wooden trough full of water lay at the other.

"You... can speak, right?" the woman said. Fuu looked at her. She could smell the sweet scent of the other woman's arousal, could see the way thick thighs legs rubbed together and her eyes flickered over to the tent's exit, toward where the depraved sounds of fucking could be heart. "I really hope you can. It was really getting lonely, being the last sane person here. I'll try to stay with you... as long as I can."

That turned out to be not very long, as a moment later the tent flap opened and a Gnoll entered carried a writhing a moaning Becky under his arm. His tossed the blonde waif onto one of the beds, where she landed with a soft thump and immediately started fingering herself. He then pointed to the blonde, who nodded, rose to her feet, and followed him out with one last, soft smile at Fuu.

The next time Fuu saw the woman, she was just as broken and mindless as the rest.

At first, Fuu tried to look away from the pitiful mess of Becky and just drink her soup, but with how much the blonde was moaning and rolling about, she just couldn't. So, for the next hour, Fuu just watched as Becky fingered herself through orgasm after eye rolling orgasm. The blonde never said a word, and the few times their eyes met, Fuu could see no familiarity or recognition, just lust, need, and... invitation.

By the time the hour was up, Becky had fallen asleep, fingers still plunged into her sopping pussy. When Fuu heard the heavy plodding of Gnoll footsteps drawing closing once more, she turned away and faced the corner, letting her eyes fall closed as she pretended to be asleep.

She didn't want to see Liv or Emmaline like that... Though as she lay there, listening to their wanton moans as the pair of broken Gnoll sluts made out and grinding themselves mindlessly against one another, cashing drunken bliss, Fuu realized there would be no escaping it.

Her friends were gone now, the Gnolls and their curse had taken all of them from her, broken ever single other Bravo down into nothing more than a lust fueled mess. The timid alchemist, the taciturn sniper, the flirty acrobat--those women didn't exist any more. All that was left were three cocksockets, eager to please their Gnollish masters.