As I sit upon my throne, surrounded by the spoils of war and the Pleas of my slaves, my mind wanders to the latest addition to my collection, a worgen girl with a fire in her eyes that I am eager to extinguish. Her name is irrelevant, for she will soon learn to respond to nothing but the title I have chosen for her, a title that reflects her new status as my property, my plaything, my slave.
My scouts brought her to me, bound and gagged, a fierce glint in her eye that I found immediately intriguing, for it speaks of a spirit that will be all the more satisfying to break. She was a captive from a raid on a nearby village, one of the many that my tribe has undertaken in our quest for power and dominance. I have always been drawn to the strong-willed ones, those who resist and fight, for they make the best slaves, the ones who will stop at nothing to please me once they have been properly trained.
At first, she was defiant, spitting and snarling at me like the animal she is, but I saw the fear lurking behind her eyes, the knowledge that she was now at my mercy, and that I would not hesitate to use my power to bend her to my will. I must admit, I found her spirit appealing, the way she struggled against her bonds, the fire in her eyes, it was all so... tantalizing. But I am a master of my craft, a weaver of chains and a breaker of spirits, and I knew that it would only be a matter of time before she was mine, body and soul.
I began her training immediately, using every tool at my disposal to break her, to mold her into the perfect slave. I started with simple commands, ordering her to crawl to me, to kiss my feet, to beg for my mercy, and at first, she resisted, but I am nothing if not patient, and I knew that eventually, she would come to see things my way. I used my body to tease her, to tempt her, my cock hovering just out of reach, a constant reminder of what she could have, if only she would submit. And submit she did, eventually, her body betraying her as she arched towards me, her mouth opening in a plea for my touch.
But submission is only the beginning, for a true slave must be obedient, must be willing to do my bidding without question or hesitation, and so I continued her training, pushing her to her limits, testing her resolve, and slowly but surely, she began to crack, her spirit breaking beneath my whip, my touch, my words. I taught her to love my cock, to crave it, to need it, and soon she was begging for it, pleading with me to use her, to fill her, to make her mine.
And now, she is mine, completely and utterly mine, a slave to my desires, a plaything for my pleasure, and I must say, I am thoroughly enjoying her, her body responding to my every touch, her eyes locked on mine, adoring, worshipful. She is a true cock addict, unable to get enough of my equine shaft, her hole gaping open as I fuck her, my balls slapping against her thighs as I pound into her, my seed flowing into her like a river, filling her, completing her.
I have named her "Kneel", a fitting title, don't you think, for a slave who will spend the rest of her days on her knees, worshipping me, pleasuring me, obeying me. And obey she does, without question, without hesitation, her body responding to my every command, her mind clouded by her desire for my cock, her love for me.
But even as I enjoy her, I know that I must continue her training, must continue to push her, to test her, to ensure that she remains obedient, that she never forgets her place. And so, I will continue to use her, to abuse her, to break her, and to remake her, over and over, until she is nothing but a shell of her former self, a slave, a plaything, a cock-addicted worgen, mine to command, mine to use, mine to discard when I am done with her.
And yet, even as I think these things, I am drawn to her, to her spirit, to her fire, and I know that I will not discard her, not anytime soon, for she is mine, my property, my pleasure, and I will keep her, use her, enjoy her, for as long as I desire. She is a part of my collection now, a prized possession, a treasure, and I will do everything in my power to keep her, to protect her, to ensure that she remains mine, forever.
As I look at her, kneeling at my feet, her eyes locked on mine, adoring, worshipful, I am filled with a sense of pride, of ownership, of power, and I know that I will never let her go, that she will be mine, forever. She is my slave, my plaything, my cock-addicted worgen, and I will use her, enjoy her, and discard her, when and if I choose, for I am Mora, the leader of the Grimtotem Tribe, and I will not be denied.
My slaves are my life, my passion, my pleasure, and I will do everything in my power to keep them, to protect them, to ensure that they remain mine, forever. And Kneel, my new worgen slave, is just the beginning, for I have a vision, a vision of a world where I am the dominant one, where my tribe is the strongest, and where all others bow to my power, my wisdom, my cock.
And so, I will continue to collect slaves, to break them, to remake them, and to use them, for my pleasure, for my enjoyment, and for my power, for I am Mora, and I will not be defeated. My will is strong, my spirit unbreakable, and my cock is the instrument of my power, the symbol of my dominance, and the key to my pleasure.
I will use my slaves to build my empire, to expand my tribe's territory, and to increase our power, and I will stop at nothing to achieve my goals, for I am a true leader, a master of my craft, and a weaver of chains. And Kneel, my new worgen slave, is just the first of many, for I have a plan, a plan to create an army of slaves, an army of cock-addicted, obedient, and loyal followers, who will do my bidding, without question, without hesitation.
And so, I will continue to train Kneel, to push her to her limits, to test her resolve, and to break her, and I will enjoy every moment of it, every scream, every plea, every moment of submission, for I am Mora, the leader of the Grimtotem Tribe, and I will not be denied. My slaves are my passion, my pleasure, and my life, and I will do everything in my power to keep them, to protect them, and to ensure that they remain mine, forever.