When the bandit crew had discovered the girls, they were mere hours from their camp, not too far to the west. The last leg of their journey would be, at the most, a few hours, most likely a tiring time for the troll-sluts, naked, strapped to the back of that horse that had so thoroughly invaded their holes. By the time they'd reach the camp, they'd be passed out (for the moment) from sheer exhaustion. Either way, they were paid little attention on the travel, save the occasional slapping of a bouncing tit or a jiggling rear, the bandits focused on returning to their base of operations. The 'camp' they ride into is large, built half into the side of a sheer rock face pockmarked with tunnels, a scaffolding built up to provide access to the caverns above. The bottom level, on the forest floor, is a cluttering of tents and a huge fire pit, behind which the largest tent of all rests. The murloc leading the party that had discovered the girls lead them to that fire pit, the horse jostling to a stop after a moment, whinnying, sniffing the air, the scent of the cum-soaked Troll-sluts still filling its nostrils.
Sia is barely aware of her surroundings at the moment, her eyes only half open, her fingers twined around Wyxt's for the journey and remaining that way, even in their passed out state. She tilts her head slightly, to try and get a look around, but that barely succeeds and honestly, what for? They would be at the bandits camp and they would probably be bound and tied together at some place...if they wouldn't be used by the other bandits first, which, of course, was quite a possible alternative. Sia wasn't so sure if she should feel bad about that though, depending on what kind of bandits those were, it could be fun. The ride had caused her to pass out, but it had also returned some of her strength and while she was still somewhat dizzy, she was regaining her strength quickly.
Wyxt doesn't try to look around. She simply squeezes Sia's hand reassuringly despite their bonds, staring off over the back of the horse. The occasional slaps and spanks of the bandits along the way draw the faintest of grins or the occasional soft moan from the lavender trolless, but otherwise, she's, for the most part, quiet. Feeling somewhat 'empty,' since holding a load of horse cum in one's cunt is not very easy while riding a horse, Wyxt is pouting faintly, tiny tusks making her lower lip stick out somewhat childishly as she bounces along until they come to a stop, save during the time she spends passed out. Feeling a 'little' refreshed and none the worse for wear, Wyxt listens quietly, her back pressed against Sia's own, as they wait.
The women are unstrapped from the lusty horse by the orc, their naked forms pushed down to rest in front of the roaring flames, firelight glinting off of the dried cum coating their lavender and green forms. As he looks around, blinking those large fish-like eyes, the murloc gurgles a call, stirring the camp. Dozens of men are roused from their sleep, varying in race between orcs, humans, the occasional gnoll or forsaken. Dotting the crowd is the occasional Blood Elf or Dwarf, as well as bastardized half-breeds of the various races, and even a few ogres, lumbering forward to see what the ruckus is about.
As the murloc calls to his compatriots, a loud hissing sound is heard, and the biggest tent, the one located behind the fire pit, has its front flap ripped open; a massive naga coils forward, snarling as his sleep has been interrupted by his equal in leading the bandits, and he snarls in a spray of saliva, "Why isss there ssscreaming? What did you catch? Better be food!" "Better, Sarl!" the orc that had hefted them down cries, and steps to the side, revealing the naked, busty troll women to the naga. 'Sarl' churns forward with wide eyes, his scaled mouth curling into the wickedest of grins as he stares down at the sluts. "Better than food. Whores!" At the roaring announcement from the naga, the crowd of bandits cheers excitedly, pushing and shoving to move forward and get a better look.
Sia looks around slowly at the assembly a faint grin on her lips, even though it might be mistaken for a pout if one didn't look too closely and Sia is rather certain none of -THOSE- would look at her face too closely, considering she and Wyxt are completely naked and still covered in cum, their soft, glossy skin shining in the firelight as they are surrounded by the group. She licks her lips slowly and chuckles almost to herself. Of course, whores for the group. Good for morale after all to have something that the men could fuck when they pleased and Sia tends to think that this is not the worst fate that could come to her and her beloved. Her crimson gaze travels around the gathering, seeing all the different species and guessing that she and her beloved would not complain about lack of variety.
Wyxt is very thankful whores are better than food as she glances around the encampment... after all, not unlike trolls, some of these folk would eat people! Though she hears troll doesn't taste too good... being half elf and more partial to her troll half, she's never tried. Cum spattered tits heaving faintly as she takes a deep breath, Wyxt licks her lips lightly to wet them, then bites her lower lip lightly, wondering exactly what is in store for them. Wyxt squeezes Sia's hand again, just once more, before letting go due to the lack of response, sniffing and shivering just a bit. It was looking to be a fun night, if not longer. "Do y' usuall'h need t' bind up y'r whores wit' rope? We ain't armed." She purrs.
Confident that the troll women were indeed the whores they were declared, the murloc refrains from producing any totems that might restrict the actions of the women. Sneering at the words of the lavender woman, he motions to the orc, who jerks free a large bowie knife, slashing the bindings keeping the trollesses in place. letting them 'free', as free as they could be in a camp full of lusty men who have been denied female pleasantries for far too long. The murloc, indeed, is already anticipating his turn at them, a staff sliding out from under his loincloth, letting it hang to the side; the cock is barbed, and heavily ridged, as alien a cock as one might find... and it's pointed right at Wyxt as he steps forward a few paces.
The naga as well slips forward, licking his lips with that enormous, sinuous tongue, and he grasps at Sia, his hugely muscled arms easily lifting the whore into the air, her breasts most likely hanging into her face as he takes that tongue and drags a low, agonizing lick over the woman's moistened slit, forcing it past those swollen lips, much to cheers and cries of his compatriots. A Forsaken and a Blood Elf step forward, lieutenants, unclasping their already loose trousers, revealing two rigid cocks, eager to use the whores as they step forward.
Sia gives a little yelp of surprise as she is lifted off the ground and that upside down to boot. She gasps, feeling the long, sinuous tongue of the naga trail over her wet folds and then press into them, eliciting a low moan from the green-skinned trolless Her hands extend s she brushes one to Wyxt once more, having been slightly confused for a moment when her beloved slipped her hand from her grasp, fingers brushing Wyxt's cheek lightly, tenderly, before they reach up to find the naga's cock, seeking to stroke it, pleasure it while the snake-like being probed her wet, sloppy cunt with his lips and tongue. Heavy tits jiggle as she shivers under the attentions slightly, bouncing with every little move.
Wyxt rubs her wrists lightly after she's released from the bindings, the lavender trolless giving a soft sigh of relief as she checks to make sure the skin's not discolored a moment. Then, her body gleaming in the firelight, which plays off her tattoos and highlights her arousal, both her wet cunt and her stiff nipples, Wyxt glances to the murloc and blinks, just once. There's something she's never tried of course... "...Ah... 'ow d' y' want t' do me mist'r?" Wyxt grins faintly, slowly standing, since she, unlike Sia, hasn't been grabbed yet. Well, they're not armed like Wyxt said, and breaking out right now really doesn't sound like a good idea, so she might as well be an inviting whore just like she said. Tits bouncing as she sways just a bit, one hand comes to rest, almost daintily on her chest as she steadies herself.
Sia doesn't find a naga cock immediately as she hunts for it; the physiology of the monster is foreign, despite being a twisted offshoot of the Elven race. Growling hungrily as he drags that ridged, slithering tongue over her hole, around his midsection where the abdomen begins to transform into the long, at least twelve foot tail portion of his body, the scales begin to be parted, and a long, wickedly bulbous shaft begins to slip out, writhing, as though it was a snake that was emerging from its hole. It literally wraps itself around Sia's fingers; that cock is flexible, and controlled as though it were just another limb of the naga's, the large head dripping pre-cum as it pulls Sia closer.
The murloc grins in a feral manner at Wyxt and points to the ground, motioning for her to take an all-fours position on a conveniently positioned mat nearby; first, however, he steps forward, and wraps that fish-shaped maw around one of the Troll's breasts, sucking on the entire mammary, his scrawny hands moving over her body. The elf and forsaken step forward to Wyxt as well, the undead grasping her free tit, leaning down to drag his teeth over the nipple, as the other slender male tilts Wyxt's head back, attempting to kiss her deeply, as he guides her hand to his cock, and the Forsaken does the same.
