Female Tauren

Prison Break

 Prison Log #253:
The prisoners continue their habit of non-cooperation. As per the captain’s orders, the males and females have been separated into different cells and their clothing has been removed. Brennan took a right bollocking for not having this done in the first place and has now been entrusted to guarding the latrines on the outskirts of the base.

Prison Log #254:
The prisoners seem more restless than usual. Whether this is a result merely of their continued captivity or of their segregation is unclear as they continue to shout expletives at the translator when approached. I’ve caught Hayes eyeing up the blood elf girl when he thinks I’m not looking. Suppose I can’t blame him.

Prison Log #255:
A new prisoner was carted in during the night. A big black tauren with white markings all over his body. He was caught molesting some poor draenei girl not far from the base and sent three men to the infirmary when a patrol interrupted him. The captain thinks he could prove useful for labour work but a lot of the recruits think he should be executed immediately. 

Prison Log #256:
The captain wants the prisoners moved. With the addition of the tauren yesterday he thinks the cells will no longer be fit to house any more Horde we capture. He’s going to oversee the move to the old barracks himself as we have no more guards to spare for such a task. Some of the newer recruits are a bit wary of moving such a group with so few swords but the captain doesn’t foresee any problems, they’re unarmed and naked after all.
  

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“Huh oh!” the human thought as he heard gears whirl and sputter, the jaw guard dropping with a crack exposing his face. “Is everything okay my dear!?” the tauren maiden said as he pushed hard into her, the suit nearly taking on a mind of it’s own, “No no everything is fine… urk… just I can’t control myself around you! No need to look back here!” he said trying to keep her steady, his cock sliding deep into her with great force through the suits lower detach port. She purred back, “You can cut the act, human, I am not an idiot. Just fuck me like this and maybe I will reward you without the suit later tonight”

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Apela felt her palms sweat as she paced inside the tent, the fire burning bright and illuminating her concerned expression.  It had been days since her husband had left to hunt with the other braves, and no word has come of his status.  “Oh Rhedd…” she whispered, feeling a shiver run down her spine.  Suddenly a sound came from the doorway, as two figures stumbled in, taking her by surprise.

“Apela Earthhoof?” one of them spoke, the familiar voice of Elder Ghosthorn filling her ears.  Her nerves relaxed as they came into the light of the fire, allowing her to see both the elder and his son, Skel.  “We are sorry for disturbing you at this hour, but we felt honor bound to tell you something important.”

Apela felt her heart sink, assuming the worst, “What happened to Rhedd!?  Is he okay!?  Oh no… he is dead! Isn’t he!?” she continued on, before Skel came up and grabbed her on her shoulders, “No!” he said loud and firm, making sure she heard him, “He is fine.”  Apela was growing confused, “Then what is it?” she questioned, brushing Skel’s hand from her shoulder.

Skel stepped back and looked to his father, who nodded to him, “It is the right thing to do, son.” Skel nodded in return, before reaching into his satchel and pulling out two strange vials, one glowing green, and the other a deep purple.  Apela had seen liquids like this before, during a visit to Thunderbluff around the same time of the year.  Trinkets from a supposed love festival brought in from the Horde.  Apela’s confusion continued to grow.

“Your husband never joined us on our hunt.” the elder interjected, waiting for his words to sink in.  Skel handed her the vials, “On the day we were to leave he told us of the festival.  He said he wanted to spend time with those he loved.” he said, closing her hands over each one.  Apela’s confusion began to turn to anger, “I don’t understand what you are saying… he never came…” was all she could say as it dawned on her, “These vials, they are Rhedd’s…”

Skel nodded, “As we passed through Thunderbluff to pick up supplies, we… we spotted him.” he said, choking up on his words.  “He was not alone, in truth he seemed rather popular.” the elder once again interjected. “It can’t be true!” she said, squeezing the vials tight, turning her gaze to the shadowed side of the room as she came to the realization what they were telling her.  “We took the vials while he was… engaged with one of the young women.” Skel continued, “We didn’t want you to live with the shame of being in the dark about his affairs.”

Apela searched herself, thinking about all those nights he left her alone for hours on end, “That bastard…” she whispered, looking to herself.  She looked down at the vials, the green one nearly empty, but the purple one still full.  “So many years together… so many nights by myself.” Tears began to fill her eyes as she grabbed her chest, “Why?  What did I do to him?” she turned back, trying hard to ask the two for an answer.

“We are sorry, but we don’t know.” the elder said solemnly.  Skel’s eyes looked at her, filled with concern, “Is there anything we can do to help ease the pain?”

Apela looked down once again at the vials as tears ran down her face.  The sorrow of her broken heart began to be replaced with a burning hatred.  “You can tell me, what does this purple one do?” she asked, staring intently into Skel’s eyes.  Skel answered nervously, “It does the opposite of the green liquid, heavily attracting men rather then women.  Likely purchased it by mistake.”

Apela eyed the vial and then looked up at the two men again, her heart filled with anger as a wicked idea crossed her normally innocent mind, “Is that so…?”  Skel looked on in confusion followed by horror as she popped off the cap, allowing the purple liquid to cascade over her in a swirl of pink and purple magic.

Hour passed before Rhedd returned home, his spirits high from all the nights of celebration and lustful sex.  He whistled as he passed through the doorway, “Hey my sweet, I have returned from the hunt!” he yelled out.  He looked forward, the shadow of his wife looming in the darkest areas of the tent.  “Huh… sweety?” he tried again, but still no answer.

As he walked closer her heard a sound come up behind him, and before he could react two massive figures grabbed him by the arms.  “What in An’she is going on here!” he yelled as he saw the eyes of the Ghosthorns staring blankly at him, a magical purple light seemingly to glow from their pupils.

He struggled as they pulled him over to one of the nearby totems, chaining him around the arms and waist.  “Apela!  Help!” he yelled, but still she just stood in the shadows, “Is it true?” suddenly came her voice, stinging and intense, “What!?” he asked, the chains digging tight into him.

Apela walked forward, her body entirely bare.  Rhedd looked in shock before the other two walked forward, Skel and his father kneeling at each of her sides as they began kissing her up her arms, “I know where you were!  All those times I sat here waiting for my love and attention and the whole time you were giving it to others!”

Rhedd pulled hard at his chains, rage filling his heart as his muscles tensed, “How… how do you…!?” Apela gave a wicked smile, as she nodded to Skel, allowing him to push her down towards the wooden floors, lining himself up with her rear.  Rhedd’s eyes opened wide as she opened her mouth, licking her lips as the elder leaned towards her, his cock hard and erect and ready for her willing mouth, “You broke my heart, Rhedd. Now I will let jealousy consume you.”

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