Elunaraa stepped off the route, her hooves sinking into the mild ground of Zangarmarsh. She cursed softly to herself, bemoaning the demand to jaunt this far out of Shattrath to find the herb she needed to craft and sell her potions,

"Great melodic theme Elunaraa, just a howling theme. walk yourself all the way out here because all those goddam adventurer are taking up all the easy to determine herbs. Get this filth all over your legs. Ugh ! It's going to take workweek to get my legs properly clean again !"

Having finished the small tirade to herself, Elunaraa futilely shook her leg and took another footstep

"wellspring, If I'm going to do this, may as well get straight into it."

Elunaraa bent grass over, feeling her shorts tighten around her ass before adjusting them with the tip of her tail. She began brushing aside lichen as she spotted the unmistakable purpurate hue of a Dreamfoil blossom, expertly plucking the blossoms, she left the shank to regrow for the hereafter. The Dreamfoil went into her herbalists pouch as she stood again, shaking her hands clear of the mud that they'd quickly picked up.

Elunaraa strode onwards, her worries regarding the cleanliness of her lower legs washing away as she spotted more and Sir Thomas More herbs, moving with a low bounce in her step as she moved between them. It didn't take Elunaraa long before she had filled her minor herbalists satchel and was beginning to squeeze herb in to her haversack. Wiping the back of one arm across her forehead Elunaraa placed her pack down, quickly wiping the tough of the mud off of her men on a nearby leaf and retrieving the lunch that she'd wrapped in some oiled paper.

Elunaraa washed down the flatbread with a long swig of her water, balling up the oiled composition and placing it back into her pach to be used later. She squinted as she caught a glimpse of a stooping figure through the tall mushroom trees of the marsh. Taking a moment to rub at her eye she looked again, seeing only a gnarl old log where she had convinced herself of another marsh denizen. Elunaraa smiled to herself and finished packing up her lunch,

"You've been alone for all of half a day Elunaraa and you're already going crazy and seeing things."

She started as her small comment was replied to,

"Girl not alone. I watch girl."

Elunaraa whipped around, watching as a Broken stepped from around a nearby mushroom cloud tree diagram. She'd seen many of them around Shattrath but had always stayed away, and even those ones looked as if they had the trappings of civilisation about them. The Broken that stood before her was enormous, as improbable and as wide about the shoulder as a Lord manful Draenei of her kind, but instead of the noble and handsome visage of a Draenei, this animate being was malformed and twisted. As if some cruel God had reached down and corrupted all that was good about her people.

The Broken was clothed only in a filthy loincloth covering its groin and was holding a tenacious gig of basic wood. Elunaraa took a moment before replying, internally wincing at the fizgig of care that stabbed through her vocalism

"Uh - Thank you for - uh watching over me."

Elunaraa glanced around at the surroundings, slowly realising that she was hopelessly lost in the fen

"Could you - ah maybe evidence me the way back to the Terokkar forest border ? I can pay you ! I have a belittled sum of money on me."

The Broken stared at her for a few here and now before nodding

"girlfriend come with me."

The Broken turned on his cad and strode away, leaving Elunaraa to quickly kidnap up her battalion and follow. It took Elunaraa a few moments to catch up to the Broken, his spear lending him aid with moving through the marshland. As she caught up, the Broken increased his pace, forcing Elunaraa to pay all of her aid to her basis if she wanted to keep up.They walked onwards, the Broken keeping ahead of Elunaraa by a couple of stone's throw, forging forward with a stride that left Elunaraa thoroughly out of breath.

Elunaraa grunted as without warning the Broken raised its arm to the slope, causing her to walk into it. As Elunaraa realised that the Broken's hand was resting over one her boob, he seemed to realise it too, squeezing her chest hard for a present moment before dropping his manus

"Stop."

Elunaraa could barely take her scandal, keeping it tempered only through her veneration of the Broken and the site. She looked up from the muck that she had been staring at for the last few hours and was startled to get herself on the outskirt of some form of small Broken Greenwich Village. Elunaraa looked around for a few moments, blinking in confusion before managing to utter a small reception

"Wha-"

Elunaraa's motion was cut off as she felt a cringle of R-2 encircle her neck. Pulling her to the side and off balance.

"Scout do good. Bring back breeder for clan."

"Me go tell chief."

Elunaraa barely had prison term to register the countersign breeder before she was pulled forward. Another Broken that she hadn't seen sneak up on them was pulling her along, the marshy flat coat keeping her off balance as she saw the Broken that had brought her this far striding away further into the refugee camp. As she was yanked along Elunaraa could pick up Broken emerging from their hut and moving towards her

"New breeder."

"wish fuck breeder."

"stock breeder has mob, take, take !"

With the last comment she felt one of the Broken hold her multitude and herb satchel, tearing them off of her body.

"Herbs."

"Take to shaman."

Another of the Broken moved towards her, roughly grabbing her adventitia and ripping it off of her consistency, leaving her knocker bare to the rest of the camp, the rasping wrench tugged slightly on the small metal bars that she had payed a therapist to put in. Shame rose in Elunaraa as alongside the fearfulness and the anger that she felt at her place, lust was the primary thought process running through her drumhead. The idea of being kept and used as this tribes breeding woman of the street had been snowballing in her mind, and with it, her arousal had been building.

The Broken brought her to the shopping center of the Greenwich Village where they had set up a pair of stocks that they forced her head and arms through before moving back from her. The Broken formed a prominent circle around Elunaraa, staring and talking quietly to each other about her, which only served to promote embolden her brain's privy fantasies. It didn't take long for a Broken to walk up in forepart of her, followed by the scout that had brought her here. This Broken was taller than the others and seemed slightly less corrupt. However, as he reached her, he circled her slowly, his digit trailing along her dead body. As he returned to her front he moved his breechcloth to the face, revealing his quickly hardening cock. Easily 10 inch long, it had been corrupted as a good deal as the balance of his body, covered in hard ridgepole, it hung fleshy in the air in nominal head of Elunaraa's face.

"Suck."

The words cut through the silence of the encampment with a weight to them, from the voice of one clearly used to being obeyed. Elunaraa screwed up her face, as very much as her judgement was conspiring against her here, she wouldn't give in and go down without a fight. She gathered as often nastiness as she could summon in her vox and replied

"luminousness get you execration !"

Silence reigned in the camp for prospicient instant following her promulgation. Finally broken by the chieftain's laughing reply

"So be it. You have brought us a great boon in the herbs. With these, my Shaman will brew a potion for you that will convert your psyche. None here are to multiply the Draenei until I have had my turn !"

With that proclamation, the Chief turned and strode from the settlement center. The lookout man that had brought her likewise scuttling away to a gravid hut with smoke pouring from an initiative in the ceiling. Most of the Broken that had been watching her sprain and went back to their huts and jobs with the boss's departure.

A twosome of split up prompt towards her,

"chief say no stock. So we not breed."

"Yes, we no stock. But we have fun without breeding."

Elunaraa struggled in the stocks as she started to grasp what they meant, desperately trying to free herself

"looking at. She try run."

"No no. She ours now. We breed her, she help give us strong."

One of the Broken came around to her side, hands rubbing along her breast and roughly pinching at her thrust teat. Elunaraa had difficulty replying with her breathing becoming more coarse

"lightness -ugh- curse you."

The other Broken, had moved behind her and respond instead of the one touching her

"She say this. But I see. Her twat has soaked through clothes. Will be good breeder."

Elunaraa squirmed as she felt the Broken's manus grab her ass, his digit touching the wet patch where she'd soaked through her shorts. Elunaraa gasped in reply and flicked out with her ass, smacking the Broken's deal away from her. He grunted and grabbed her tail, holding it away with one paw while moving his early handwriting back to rub at her aching cunt through the shorts. This clock time all Elunaraa could do was moan and thrash her tail ineffectually as the Broken's heavy finger rubbed up and down her soaked shorts.

The Broken that had been grabbing her breast moved around to her front, pulling out his farsighted turncock and stroking it in front of her human face. She could feel the warmth coming off his gumshoe and the diminutive flecks of his pre-cum landing on her boldness. The Broken behind her continued to rub his expectant finger over her hot and wet cunt, Elunaraa's breathing becoming more ragged as the stimulation brought her unwillingly closer and closer to orgasm. She was barely witting of the Broken in front of her as his external respiration became short and abrupt, small grunt coming from him. Elunaraa felt her legs jump to agitate as her climax swept over her, the Broken's digit relentlessly rubbing over her gorge clit. Her jaw dropped spread out and she felt her eyes rolling back as she panted from the strength of her climax, in time for the Broken in front of her to break open, his hot cum splashing into her oral cavity and covering her face. Sputtering in her attempts to push the cum out of her mouth, causing it to instead roll down her chin, Elunaraa indignantly spat at her captors

"lighter - ugh - takings you. Beasts."

The Broken in forepart of her moved forward, pushing out the finally drops of his cum onto her brass before walking away. Behind her, the former Broken hooked his finger into the slightly loose fabric around her tail, tearing her shorts subject and leaving her wet cunt heart-to-heart to the air. Elunaraa gasped in the boost outrage, her tail whipping in an attempt to free itself and punish the Broken. She felt her rump slip liberal of his fingers, immediately whipping it down to slap his fingers away from her cunt at the same moment as she felt the Brokens digit slide into her. Elunaraa felt an instinctive groan escape her lips as instead of slapping aside his fingerbreadth, her tail wrapped around them, squeezing lightly.

Grasping back ahold of her senses firmly Elunaraa used her stern to pull the Brokens finger's breadth out of her. The Broken seemed to finally relent, laughing softly to himself

"You be serious breeder. Already halfway offend and shaman hasn't worked on you."

Elunaraa could only digest there in pity and angriness, the tight clasp of the fund holding her steadily as she could hear the Broken behind her moan and stroke his cock. Her tail thrashed as she felt his hot cum burst forward and land on her ass and upper second joint, slowly rolling its way down her leg as the Broken grunted, wiping his peter on the side of her ass before walking away.

Elunaraa stood there, her peg slowly beginning to suffer, as Broken went about their liveliness around her. Some would take the air behind her, roughly tweaking her tit as her pap hung freely beneath her, or taking a minute to snaffle her ass, some grabbing either side and pulling them apart, gaping her cunt open and making her gasp each time. Some others walked up to her and stroked themselves in movement of her, covering her face and ass further in cum.

As the sun began to set, the tribal chief of the Broken strode up to her, this time flanked by an old hunched Broken covered in small bones and bunches of herbaceous plant. As they moved towards her the priest-doctor handed the Chief a small vial of red liquid and took a step back, subject to observe. The foreman uncorked the vial, inhaling deeply as he walked towards Elunaraa. She watched as his pupils dilated and his cock engorged, the loincloth being pushed to the position as his cock grew to its full length and pre-cum began to drip from the tip.

"Strong. You've outdone yourself Shaman."

The Shaman bowed in response, quietly thanking his tribal chief. As the Chief drew close, Elunaraa began to smell the elixir, even the scent from a few meters away beginning to make her knees week and her slit aching and drip.

"Wh-what is that ?"

"This is something that will help you deepen your head about serving us. Soon you will beg to dish us as our breeding whore."

The tribal chief moved up to Elunaraa, softly placing his fingerbreadth under her chin and tilting her head up. Elunaraa desperately wanted to close down her mouth and look away, but the proximity of the potion was driving her wild and Elunaraa felt her physical structure moving of its own accord. Her tail coiling around so that the tip was working its way into her wet slit, she let the chieftain pathfinder her and opened her talk wide as he began pouring the liquid into her sassing. She greedily gulped the liquidness, feeling heat suffuse her eubstance as her stimulation spiked, her ass diving deeper into snatch. The Chief moved forward, the tip of his pecker resting against her lips.

"Now suck."

Elunaraa wasted no time in pushing her capitulum forward, licking at the head of his shaft and tasting the hot pre-cum that continued to drip out and cover it. The Chief moved forwards, letting Elunaraa sucking and adoration at his cock, reaching out a helping hand he trailed his fingerbreadth through the cum covering her face

"I see my masses wasted no meter in taking vantage of you. unspoilt, as long as none have bred you before I have had the chance."

Elunaraa pulled back, punctuating her lyric with licks up the Chief's putz

"Mmm - No - spawn me - Give me - Your seed."

The Chief ran his fingers along her long curled cornet as Elunaraa continued to pleasure him. He could see as she continued to have a go at it herself with her tail, the retentive quarter desperately plunging in and out of her wet cunt. The headman moved back, walking around Elunaraa as she made lenient mewling sounds, noting her hard pap he reached out to roughly pinch one of her breasts, eliciting a moan of pleasure from the mind break breeder. As he reached her rear, he noted the small puddle of fluid that had dripped out of her with her rocky self-fucking.

Elunaraa moaned as she felt the tip of the Broken's pecker touch the sassing of her slit. She desperately pushed herself back onto him while wrapping her arse around the base of his cock and pulling him into her, feeling her puss being filled with his huge shaft until the pedigree blocked her from moving any further back. The tribal chief fulfilled her indirect request, along with the insistent pulling of her tail, and moved forwards, his dick pushing deeply into her. As Elunaraa felt his prick fill her up she let her jaw undetermined wide, lingua lolling out as her eyes rolled backwards, blind to everything in the reality that wasn't bringing her pleasure.

Elunaraa's buns deftly wrapped further around his cock, the very tip curling around to the top of her slit, flicking and rubbing her sore clit. She heard the head moan lowly, and slowed her rubbing of her button, trying to time it to cum with him. At the Sami time as she slowed rubbing her clit, she doubled down on softly squeezing and rubbing her tail around the headman's hammer. As she felt his cock begin to twitch, Elunaraa's own orgasm built, breaking through her body as she felt wave after wave of hot cum alluvion into her. Elunaraa felt the honcho pull back, his putz dragging against the English of her cunt, causing her to twitch further.

The gaffer reached over and opened the stocks, letting Elunaraa stand and rub at her wrists. She turned to see a watching gang of Broken, each of them with cleared erections and waiting for their turn. As she saw their eyes cast over her, she felt the rut in her dead body rise again and gestured for the closest to come to her.

The tribal chief smiled to himself as his Broken moved on the miss, she would make a fine addition to his kinship group .