Even Faunra's leftover spittle didn't do anything to disguise the strong musk of the gnoll female, throbbing in Alice's face.  She grinned her wide toothy smile down at the elf, which would have been menacing, but her tongue quickly started to loll in excited pleasure, showing her approval as much as the erect psudopenis did.  With a great meaty paw covering Alice's head, the gnoll managed to not totally beat her face, but firmly encourage her to take it deeper and deeper between breaths.  On the other side, Tamarie was busy as well, sometimes reaching through to give Alice an encouraging squeeze of the leg.<br/><br/>There was apparently some signal given then, because the room filled with excited hoots and giggles as the males quickly closed ranks on the elves, shoving themselves at the girls willy-nilly.  Faunra had three in her face, all eager for their own blowjobs.  She had to quickly switch between sucking one and stroking the other two simultaneously.  Kieyanna was in her own world, but the gnolls didn't mind, one spreading her legs to enter, the other taking advantage of her chained breasts to push his excited meat into the tight embrace and thrust away.  Finally one gnoll, needing his own needs met, managed to muster the courage to approach the mistress' current toy of Alice.  Two more large paw-hands groped her bottom in appreciation and exploration, bringing his hot member to push and prod at her groin.  Finding it warm and receptive, he pushed and thrust a little too excitedly, missing the entry but enjoying the grinding against her cheeks and vulva.  Finally the tip pushed at just the right spot, allowing it to suddenly slow down in pleasure, savoring the feeling of easing into the elf with a sigh.  With just a few inches of its girthy member in, though, it soon started thrusting in and out, getting Alice warmed up and its cock deeper and deeper inside.<br/><br/>The air was soon filled with the sounds and smells and even taste of sex: soft elf flesh being pumped and slapped against; groans, grunts, and growls of approval; alcoholic and bodily fluids of all kinds being dripped, spilled, poured, spit, and drunk.  The gnolls were not jealous or shy about their rutting, merely cautious about getting in the matriarch's way, and they soon enough would switch partners, switch positions, and spill some seed inside wherever they could find reception.  An hour passed, while sometimes a gnoll would break for wine or meat, and return with renewed vigor.  The orgy continued until all the gnolls had spilled themselves in at least two elves, and they started passing out.  At one point even the matriarch had a gnoll mount her as she lay inside Alice, allowing her to experience the wild vigor of two gnolls in passion above her.<br/><br/>Eventually, the group's sexual stamina spent itself, as did the wine, and they started passing out where they lay.  At some point Kieyanna came out of her lust-induced solipsism, managing to take in the scene in hindsight.  "Uggh, did I black out again...?" she moaned, taking stock of herself and feeling the wine, slobber, and semen over herself.  When the room had quieted down to a few satisfied moans or snores, the door slowly opened a crack, then wider, allowing a decidedly horned, non-gnoll head to poke in and just as quickly back out.  Seconds later, the door opened wide as a tiefling stepped inside, holding a finger to her lips.<br/><br/>"Elves," she hissed, trying to speak quietly, "we're getting out of this dump of a fortress.  We need fodder and distractions, but you might just escape too, so wipe the cum off your lips and get a move on!"  The tiefling woman was grating, but she seemed to have scavenged some hide armor and a mace, so her plan seemed to have been going well so far.  Outside the door were two others, also women--a deathly pale human woman, who nevertheless had a friendly smile despite looking nearly dead herself and wearing just a tattered dress, and a much more hale human warrior who had also armed herself with hide and mace.<br/><br/>"This place is such an abomination of engineering, held together by sheer divine will, that there are several redundant and remove passages that could take us to an exit," the tiefling explained.  "It looks like the gnolls threw all of your shit in there.  Grab what you need to make yourselves useful, I'm not looking to be a fuckdoll again like moon-eyes here..." she sneered, her tail slapping Kieyanna's bare butt, though her own eyes did linger on the mark it made a moment too long.<br/><br/>Inside a kind of trash/treasure room there were several piles of clothing, mostly ripped and ruined, heaps of satchels and pouches, and then just literal piles of garbage.  The elves found many of their things laying at the tops of the piles, at least the armor that couldn't fit a gnoll, though the weapons appeared to have been stolen already.<br/><br/>"Cover your tits and let's go!" the tiefling hissed.<br/><br/>"Come now, Allizsah, give them a moment to get their bearings, they're obviously fresh, and still coming down off the daemon seed.  I remember when a certain little tiefling was so high and horny, she just<em>begged</em>me to--"<br/><br/>"Okayshutthefuckup!" the tielfling, Allizsah quickly relented, shushing the pale woman.<br/><br/>With a genuine smile, the pale woman turned to the elves gearing up as quickly as they could.  "Excuse my friend, Allizsah, she's more used to being the big bad evil torturer than the defenseless slave-girl.  I'm Jhessail Amblecrown, and this lovely lady is Renilda Balich.  We've been here a few months ourselves, and let me tell you, we're quite ready to be on our way!  In our time we've learned a few helpful things, though, such as when the gnolls have acquired a new group of lovely slaves, they like to break them in with a party.  We knew this would be their most distracted moment, though<em>I</em>convinced these two that grabbing the new girls on the way out would give us both strength in numbers and find you ever so grateful and eager to return the favor!"<br/><br/>The big blonde woman, Renilda, smiled at that, revealing rows of sharp, filed teeth, reminding one of the predatory grins of the gnolls not long ago.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">OOC</div><div class="spoiler_body">Recover your equipment, minus any weapons.  The applejack, ink, and beast lure have all been drunk, however.<br/>One could manage to put together padded armor, a hide shirt, or hide armor from the room, as well as grab a club or quarterstaff.</div></div><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Perception 10</div><div class="spoiler_body">Alice finds a sparkle of silver in the pile of clothes, and manages to pull out an undamaged cloak that ripples through the air. (https://www.d20pfsrd.com/magic-items/wondrous-items/c-d/cape-catching)</div></div><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Perception 15</div><div class="spoiler_body">Among the bags and belts is an almost invisibly transparent potion vial, the glass stopper labelled with a crossed-out eye.</div></div>