Fuu Stops Fighting

Fuu looked up into the cruel face of the Gnoll. She was a monk, trained to fight against evil like these Gnolls. She had been sculpted to a fine edge for that sole purpose. However, that woman was a failure. Fuu had led her friends in an insane charge on an enemy they knew nothing about and her friends had surrendered to the power of their enemies.

Fuu, devoted monk of the Goddess, could only get herself to beg. “Please, don't." She felt tears tumbling down her face. “Please.”

The Shaman laughed at her, cackling madly as he brought his foot back, sliding her weapon out of the way. If Fuu found her confidence again, she would not have a means to use it.

Fuu gave a sobbing moan as her slit finally released the Chieftain's knot. Not wasting any time, the Gnoll rolled Fuu over onto her hands and pressed his massive, well-lubricated cock into Fuu’s ass.

Fuu could only moan uselessly as her insides accommodated the new intrusion. Fuu watched her friends be raped, the Shaman’s cackle always in the back of her mind.

Emmaline was blowing half a dozen Gnolls at once while two were plowing away at her lower holes.

Liv was being held up with multiple cocks jammed into her cum-stuffed cunt, begging to be bred. Her venom had long since faded to whining pleasure.

Becky, still unconscious, was being used by some of the smaller Gnolls, they rubbed their cocks against her face while one of them thrust into her previously unused backside.

Fuu wept as she felt yet another unwanted orgasm rapidly approaching. Just when she was about to peak, she felt the Shaman’s staff jab into her stomach and Fuu saw white. Even with her protections, the magic made her see white. Between multiple orgasms, fatigue, and a crushed spirit, Fuu faded away.