Orcs Vs Elves - Ashenvale 12

"Damn!" Shandris cursed. She had Anaris in her sights. The arrow was notched and she had a clear shot. However, the moment she could have loosed, she instead moved her aim to the former Commander's left, hitting an insignificant Orc grunt instead.

`How are we supposed to fight our own Sisters?` She questioned, clenching her teeth tightly as she watched Anaris smirk at her, only to move and cut down one of Shandris's own elite Sentinels.

"You bitch!" The General screamed.

`Why... Why is it so easy for you...`

Anaris cut down another Sentinel on her way to Shandris. "You're wondering... Why is it so easy for us to fight you while you still hesitate? I can see it written all over your face." Anaris stared down her nose at Shandris in prideful gesture as she ironically stated:

"It's because we have no shame."

Shandris yelled as a hot pain shot through her side. She looked down to see a dagger being stuck into her side from behind. A long, slender blade used by her own kind. She looked back over her shoulder to see Raene is the one holding the pommel. She tried to move her arm to strike back, but more slender but firm arms held her. She struggled, noting the face of another of her Elite holding her from the other side.

"No! Noooo! Traitors!" She shouted.

"Let go!" She tried to turn to bite, but another set of slender Kaldorei arms pulled around her neck. She wondered just how many of her own forces were compromised. How much of her planning was done before literal traitors to the cause. Tears filled her eyes as her struggles inevitably slowed and she was brought down to her knees. The hands of her former sisters took her hands and folded them behind her back, then pressed her face down into the dirt.She felt dizzy. She was still wounded after all.

Anaris squatted in front of her. "How sad. Part of me was hoping you'd do better. So disappointing. If you could somehow resist and overcome this, it might rekindle some semblance of hope and respect in myself. But you fell so easily to such a silly trick."

Shandris couldn't lift her head. It was being pressed down, cheek mashed into the dirt. She spoke into the ground.

"I will. I'll show you that it's possible to resist!"

Anaris smirked. "I look forward to it. Because... If Shandris Feathermoon of all people begins squealing for her master like a common pig, what hope would anyone have?"

"You're just tormenting me, Anaris. You've already made up your mind."

"The fact that you've lost faith in me means that half of that faith has already been lost in yourself? Do you even want to resist? Or will you willingly surrender? I do say, it would be incredible if after all this, the General just bowed down easily to her Master and begged for mercy. It would be so satisfying."

"Go to hell." Shandris was allowed to look up into Anaris's blank, lifeless eyes and her dull smile. The Sentinel General felt fear as she saw the sardonic expression.

"I have. Now I'm back, ready to bring you there."

"No..." Shandris whined, struggling against the strength of her former comrades.

"No! Wait! Please..." She began to see all around the signs that the battle was lost. The only forces in Ashenvale were hers and there was no one else there to save them. She shuddered, seeing Orcs gathering around to gawk at the sight of her. She saw the Orc Commander, Tarkan, walking forward confidently.

"Don't do what you're going to do! You can use me in a prisoner exchange." Shandris reasoned.

"Huh? What are we gonna do?" Tarkan asked with a chuckle. He squatted down in front of her.

"Y-you're going to..." She cringed, hearing the sounds of it already. Moaning and lewd groaning behind her as her soldiers were defiled by Orcs.

"You can't do this!" She yelled indignantly.

"Can't what?" Tarkan scratched his head.

"Anny, can you make sense of this?" He asked Anaris. She shook her head.

"I can not, Master. She isn't being clear."

"You... are going to defile me." Shandris finally said.

"Oh. Well yeah, of course. Goes without saying." He laughed.

"We'll defile your body once we've finished you off."

"W-what?" Shandris questioned hoarsely with wide eyes.

Anaris smiled brightly. "Since you asked so nicely, why not simply end your life here? Raene."

Shandris panicked as she felt the sharp dagger that had stuck into her side be placed in front of her throat instead.

"Wait wait wait!"

"Hm? Thought this is what you'd want."

Sweat dripped down the General's brow. "What!? Of course I don't want to die!"

Anaris cocked her head to one side. "But the alternative is... Defiling your body over and over again while you're alive until you break."

"I won't break." Shandris said with determination.

"Ah." Anaris smiles.

"Master, better just kill her, then. Raene-"

Tears filled Shandris's eyes. "I-I mean... What do you want me to say?"

Anaris leaned forward, smiling wide with big eyes. "Beg Master to spare your miserable life."

"Please spare my-" Shandris yelped as a smack rocked her backside.

"Not like that... So rude."

"M-Master, please spare my miserable life!" Shandris begged. It was too soon for her to die. She had so many more opportunities to turn things around if she lived but somehow, in bargaining she felt so much shame and failure already. It hurt her soul, especially as the sounds of moans began to grow behind her. Shanris shut her eyes tightly. She could still feel the metal unmoving against her vulnerable deck.

"Please..."

Tarkan laughed. "You wanna see what's happening to your loyal soldiers behind you?" Shandris said nothing. She did not want to, but she also did not want to be ignorant to their pain.

"Go ahead and turn her around, girls." Tarkan ordered. Shandris was wheeled around to look at the line up of Elite Sentinels. Many were already dead, but of those few that were alive, they were smiling, making mock moaning and other lewd noises to mimic the sounds of an orgy.

"Haha..." Shandris's eye twitched. She chuckled nervously. All of her loyal troops were dead, bodies strewn about. The only ones left were those who had surrendered long ago and contributed to a quick, decisive defeat."

"So it was rigged from the start..."

Anaris nodded, standing beside her. "That's what this war is, dummy. Now, do you want to join the ones on the ground or..." She smirked, trailing off. It seemed obvious what she meant.

Shandris blushed and muttered under her breath. "I don't want to die."

"Alright. You heard her boys!" Tarkan shouted.

Shandris began to be dragged. "W-wait! What are you doing!? I surrender! I surrender!"

Tarkan followed her as she was dragged. "Yeah, you surrender. Now we just gotta ensure you're properly broken."

Shandris gulps. She felt like she was going to go crazy. "Ahh... Ah." She turned and was face to face with an Orc cock. Something she had never seen up close. It was veiny and sweaty and smelly. Her hand was closed around another so that she could shake hands with it.

`Surprisingly soft for something so hard.` She hated herself for thinking that so frankly.

The cock next to her head was pushed into her cheek. An Orc grabbed her mouth and squeezed her cheeks to open it, mashing his half-hard member between her plump lips. She flinched, closing her eyes tight.

"How's that taste, General!?" A random orc taunted.

`Salty...` She thought as she was lifted up. Her armour was torn, revealing her ass and cunt. She was let down with a hard member sliding up her stomach. The Orcs laughed.

"You missed!" They jeered.

"She's slippery... Gimme a break."

`Missed?` She wondered. Shandris was lifted again and dropped over the Orcs hard, rough member. It slid into her pussy all at once, stretching her out around it. She mewled into the cock she was being forced to suck.

`It's... So... Big!` Her eyes opened wide and rolled back. She struggled on it for a few seconds before being lifted up by two big strong hands around her waist. As it was about to pop out she was pulled down again. His cock pushed as deep as it could go, kissing her cervix. The cock in her mouth was pulled out, cumming prematurely over her face. It shot a sticky string over her cheek and one eye. She gasped.

`There's nothing that could be worse than this!` She thought too soon as arms wrapped around her from behind, cupping her breasts. She felt a strong chest against her back, followed by the feeling of something long, slick and hard pushing its way up her ass as the other Orc cock continued to ram in and out of her cunt.

`T-too much. My head is going blank.` She was drooling, despite the cock not being in her mouth.

`At least I'm no longer-` She blinked. Another Orc took the place of the one that came, setting a precedent that would stand for the next hour. A new, smelly, sweaty cock was pushed between her lips. She felt strange as the two members thrust inside of her at an alternating rhythm.

`It's too much...` She panted.

`At this rate I'll actually-` Her eyes rolled back as both joined their rhythm and thrust in hard at the same time. She came like that for the first time, gushing over the cock in her cunt as it unloaded into her womb. The other shot hot spunk up her ass. Both pulled out.

With just one round, Shandris was already worn out and sore. "Next!" Tarkan shouted.

"Next!?" Shandris shouted.

"B-but-" A fresh cock replaced the one that was already spent in her mouth.

`I'm already so exhausted... How did the others take this for even a minute?`

"I think the General's had enough! Go rough and hard. She's gotta get through the whole army before the day's through." Tarkan announced.

Shandris's head was spinning. `Th-the whole army?` she looked around. The faces of those who had already surrendered staring at her smugly. She could see the look. It said that they knew she would break. And if she broke, they would be able to feel vindicated, for even Shandris Feathermoon fell. She did not wish to give them that, but she did not think she had a choice.

`Is it inevitable?` As she thought that, Anaris was staring at her intently. She nodded as if able to read Shandris's thoughts. Anaris winked as Shandris noticed. She pointed at her own face.

`Not my thoughts but... my face?` Shandris realised then that her drooling expression was a mask of pleasure. Despite being sore she had cum twice already.

`No... I'm not enjoying it. I can't give in. I'll prove them wrong. How long could this last?`

One hour later Shandris felt like she was going crazy. `How- How many Orcs? There can't be this many? Are some of them going in for seconds?` Her back arched. She was riding on her own just to make it go faster. Her strong leg and stomach muscles were put to use in her new purpose. Shandris bit her lip.

`I've gotten used to this roughness, somehow... I can last. I can. They're going to tire out. They'll run out of people soon.`

Five hours later. Shandris felt like she was going crazy. `Ha... Haha... There's no way. There's no way... I can't.` Tarkan finally walked up to her himself. Shandris looked up with unfocused eyes. He rested a hand on her head, petting her.

`I really can't...` She opened her mouth to speak. Her lips were curled into a mad, nervous grin. Her face had a thin sheet of semen over it with some still dribbling from her lips as she spoke.

"Please. I'm sorry." She reached up desperately towards him.

"Hm? Sorry? For what?"

"I'm sorry for- for being an Elf. I'm sorry for fighting you."

"Quiet, slut!" Shandris flinched, lowering her head submissively. Tarkan grinned.

"Good enough."