Liv realizes her fate

"I should have guessed," Liv muttered to herself. Her eyes were fixed on Emmaline, the beautiful dancer and Liv's rival was reduced to a total mess, smothered in the Chieftain's cum. Copious amounts of the thick white liquid leaked from her cunt, and dribbled down her chest and over her taut stomach. The **** she had endured for his amusement was brutal to watch, but from the way Emmaline's eyes rolled back in her head even still, mouth quivering in a gasping smile, it was hard to deny that she had rather quite enjoyed the experience. And from the way her body was still shaking in orgasm, hips bucking in the air in what seemed to be a ceaseless moment of bliss, it seemed like she was enjoying it even still.

"I knew it was a bad idea when I signed on," Liv continued. Her eyes watched Emmaline as the other girl writhed on the floor, but her mind was elsewhere, back on the day she had signed on for the mission. She had considered taking on the Gnoll contract herself, but had decided to move on when she realized it would be too much for her to handle on her own. That was when Fuu approached her, saying the Bravos needed an extra hand. Fuu had seemed respectable and capable enough, so Liv had agreed. And now... here she was. "I felt it when I met you. Instinct. It said to just walk away. Nothing goods gonna come from throwing your lot in with some stupid airhead... I... I should've listened."

As much as she wanted to truly hate Emmaline, and as much as part of her did sort of resent the other girl for her part in their failure, part of that pang of regret she felt was for Emmaline. She regretted not trusting her gut, sure. She regretted the fact that in less than an hours time, she would almost certainly be in no better state than that orgasm addicted slut she had spent so much time arguing with. But part of that regret was for the fact that in the end, Liv didn't really want to see Emmaline wind up like this. For all their bickering, a part of her was starting to grow fond of the other woman, as much as she would never admit.

Emmaline's fate was far from her only concern, though. While Emmaline lay quivering on the floor, slowly coming down from her orgasmic high, Fuu was still enduring more than her fair share of ****. The Gnolls around her had quickly grown impatient, and now, rather than simply waiting to claim her in pairs, they rushed to take as much pleasure form her tight athletics body as they could manage.

A Gnoll lay beneath Fuu pounding his cock up into her ass while a second Gnoll ravaged her already well-fucked cunt. Fuu's long, slender legs were wrapped around the kneeling Gnoll's hips and he held them in place as he fucked her. A third Gnoll kneeled by her head, thrusting his cock so deep into her mouth that Fuu's throat bulged to accommodate his girth. Her dark hair had fallen free from it's long ponytail, fanning out around her, and a couple of Gnolls had taken advantage of even that, wrapping some of her raven locks around this red members and jerking away as they awaited their turn with her holes. Liv cringed at the thought of their seed seeping into Fuu's beautiful hair, but with how matted and cum drenched the monk already was, she quickly realized she probably wouldn't even be able to tell.

"And there's the respectable leader," Liv sighed. "There's the woman that got me to sign on anyways. Damn furry bastards should all be dead by now."

Her anger was a fading coal. Emmaline had shattered like glass, and as much as she wanted to ignore the truth, Liv knew she would fare no better. Even just the occasional brushes of her Gnoll captors' cocks against her nude body were enough to send that pulsing heat of arousal through her body. From here, it was just a matter of time before she was no better off than Emmaline... just another cum drunk slut for the tribe of beastmen to enjoy.