Astranaar in just a short amount of time turned from a quaint Elf town and center of power in the region to a factory that produced loyal Kaldorei sluts. The process was simple. First it began with wearing them down mentally. The sight of the once proud town being occupied by Orcs alone was enough to dishearten any prisoner that was transported there. The place that was once thought to be too defensible to take with it's natural moat had turned to the Orcs advantage and now became an inescapable prison. The was the first blow to any Kaldorei's psyche as they were brought in. The second was the display of the disparity between two sides. The Kaldorei living as pleasure servants and the ones living by licking Orc boots while wagging their asses obediently like dogs.
The service was humiliating and shameful. There was nothing that could convince a proud Kaldorei to take that route... Is what all of them would think. Only to be confronted with their Sisters, Mothers, Comrades in arms. It only took one relation to create the connection in their mind. The thought of
`If they could fall, why not me?` It was why Legends such as Anaris Windwood serving on their side was a such a boon to the Horde. Moreover, despite bringing shame upon themselves from the Kaldorei perspective, the turned Sentinels seemed to have a rejuvenated level of pride in their service to the Horde.
If that were not enough, the alternative was displayed out in the open. Bodies hanging as examples in the worst case. Punishment for crimes to grave to commit, such as being a male Elf, of all things. The women that were not able to serve the Horde were broken down and shown pleasures until they cracked. They were messed with, gaslit, brainwashed and trained out in the open. It served the same as letting the newcomers see the Sentinels. No matter how high status one was, or what position or skill one carried, if they were disobedient or stubborn or prideful they would without fail be turned into sexual servants. Any newcomers that came to Astranaar would have to think.
`If it could happen to them it could happen to me.` Nothing could save a Kaldorei from being punished for their pride or disobedience. That was an ever-present truth. To that end, juxtaposed with Anaris, Velene was a stunning example of what could happen. Once a proud and moral Sentinel, she was completely broken down until the only words she ever really uttered were 'cock' or however many words she needed to praise the Orc she happened to be seeing. It sent a strong message; what happened to Velene would happen to them, without fail.
Lokk was enjoying Velene personally, as he had a bit of time on his hands. His father, Braelyn and him arrived at the Horde camp off of Astranaar early. As promised, he delivered his report to Tarkan and as an aside, delivered the Blood Elf, Braelyn to him as well for whatever that was worth. He guessed not much, though thankfully the Orc did not seem unhappy to see her; just amused. Tarkan promised Braelyn that they could talk about getting her a ticket to Stonetalon Mountains if she did a few things for him. She sounded extremely belligerent of the idea, but ultimately agreed to talk.
Tarkan then promoted Lokk to Stone Guard, the first rung up the Horde Officer ladder. Satisfied with that, Lokk visited the Barracks in Astranaar. Since the camp that was used to invade the town was close to the town itself, Braelyn was able to make a portal for him upon request. That is how Lokk ended up cock-deep in a broken Kaldorei slut in the Breeding position. Her legs were being held by her arms to her shoulders and her pumped up tits were framed by her calves. Her toes curled above her head as Lokk flattened her into the floor with the weight of his whole body.
"A-ah! I'm being squished!" She uttered excitedly.
"Master is squishing me and mating me!" Velene mewled pleasurably. Lokk gritted his teeth, her tight cunt serving as a pleasant, warm time. It was practically sucking him in and begging for Lokk to never pull out. She had the constitution and the mindset of a toy. It was an amusing contrast between her and the more 'useful' Elves.
There were definitely some he would like to see in such a way, just for the sake of revenge. To see Shandris mewling for cock like a whore, or better yet Tyrande Whisperwind herself. It would be quite a trip. He certainly wasn't sure if they would make good soldiers, but he wasn't sure any of them would at the start of all this so anything could happen.
"Damn... Cunt's too good. Got me thinking about other things now." Lokk grunted, pounding down into Velene particularly hard. Her pussy made a pleasant squishing sound as the head of his cock bottomed out inside and kissed her cervix.
"Guh!" Her eyes rolled back and she had to let go of her legs, but it did not matter because her heels were caught by his shoulders and she was kept in the same bent down, squished position that he had put her in from the start.
"You know what this is called?"
"C-cock?" She mumbled happily, her pussy twitching as it was used remorselessly by the Orc even while speaking.
"No... It's called a 'Mating Press.' This is the Elf-slaying position. The secret move." He grinned. It was a half-joke.
"Secret move..." She moaned, repeating his words.
"That's right. Whenever an Orc sees a proud Elf warrior out in the wild we grab ya by the neck, push ya down, bend you up like this and imprison you beneath our bigger bodies till we get our fill. Pure defeat!"
"Defeat!" She drooled excitedly. She practically had hearts floating from her head with how much love she was projecting with her stare.
"Instant loss and it works on all elves, even the leaders." He said, bullshitting.
"Once an Orc gets an Elf under him, that's it. They're done."
"Done..." Velene shuddered and came. Lokk chuckled. He had cum a few times already. He did not care when the toys enjoyed themselves, though some seemed to.
On the other side of town a portal opened in front of the Inn. Tarkan, after 'speaking' with Braelyn a bit he convinced her to open a portal to make it easier for him to perform his daily rounds, which ultimately amounted to his daily entertainment. As he exited the round, blue portal he was surprised to find the Elite. Anaris Windwood. She was the biggest surprise of the operation. A legend among elves. It was her that told Tarkan that even high-ranking elves were not too proud to be broken down and tamed. He looked upon her with a perverse grin as she stood in front of him in a military stance with her head and eyes low.
"Greetings, Master." She offered humbly.
Tarkan nodded, tossing a letter back through the portal to Braelyn, as promised. It closed soon after. "What're you doing here? You're supposed to be following Shandris around and hindering her forces." It was a terrible thing that the needed elves to fight elves, but it was truly the case that there was no one aside from Sylvanas Windrunner on the Horde end that could match Shandris arrow-for-arrow. Anaris could and she did so happily. It seemed to give her purpose to be allowed to do something so important, even if that thing was betrayal of her own kind in the worst way. Each act she committed sunk her deeper and deeper, and it was amusing for Tarkan to see it more and more on her face as time went by. He guessed that she would be begging to be made a pleasure addict once the war was done, just to get away from her own crimes.
"Reporting, Master, that Shandris has set her sights on Astranaar. A desperate battle is looming." She explained.
"Desperate?"
"For them."
Tarkan laughed loudly. He swung his hand around to catch her ass with a loud smacking sound. He pulled her body into his and bent down to kiss her deeply. Even if they were being used as soldiers, they were still able to be used in such a way on a moments notice. They were happy to. It had become a part of their identity. He stopped kissing and groping her to glance back towards the open space of the Inn.
"What's the status in there?"
"We have separated those who are resisting from those who have given up. Those who have given up are being distributed while those in a state of resistance are still being held in the Inn for training."
"Heh. Alright. Well, we might as well show them an example." He remarked, walking in with her at his side. There was an orgy going on, as was common. Someone was almost always getting fucked, or sucking, or having to do something humiliating. It was part of the training. No rest. As Anaris and Tarkan walked in and looked around at the scene Tarkan cleared his throat loudly. Everyone stopped and presented the unbroken women to him in a neat line. Tarkan grinned and nodded at the display. Bodies in varying shapes and sizes, but all attractive and slender. Some toned, some stacked, some flat and skinny... There were all shapes and sizes for whatever any Orc could want.
The Kaldorei looked up at him hatefully, but the thing he noticed was the way they looked upon Anaris, a familiar face, with shock and worry.
