Shandris had spent time on campaigns. She had fought in battles that lasted years, not days. She had lasted through several wars and came out better for it. After a few days of being fucked by a non-stop train of Orcs she was exhausted, burnt out and broken. She coughed up a bit of what she thought was phlegm between sessions only to notice as it landed on the ground that it was semen that had gone down the wrong pipe.
"Uuugh..." She swayed slightly on her knees, ready for the next in the seemingly endless line of orcs. By chance she noticed Anaris pass by with a few of her Sentinels.
The position had become more standardised since the last vestige of defence in Ashenvale, and therefore the last of those Sentinels, fell to the Horde. Sentinels were in a position that was envious of captive elves. That was the first kicker. For Shandris, who had thought she knew pride and dignity, she was denied all of it. It was taken away. Then she looked up occasionally to see the Horde Sentinels in their black and red armour. Thigh high boots with tight black leggings running underneath. Thongs and bikinis with heavy arm guards and pauldrons. The higher-tier Sentinels even wore flowing red cloaks with black Horde symbol on the back. The rank was supposedly decided both by skill and devotion. It used to disgust her, but quickly she grew envious, then desperate and wanting for any type of dignity that could be allowed. The only dignity and respect allowed to them was in willful service to the Horde, as proud traitors to their race.
Shandris reached out towards Anaris. "An-" She stopped, flinching and quickly correcting herself.
"Mistress. Please..."
The elf stopped briefly, noting that the next in line was not yet there. If they had been she would never entertain the thought of stopping. She knelt down, smiling proudly at Shandris. She placed a finger under the former general's chin and lifted it.
"Your face looks quite different, covered in tears and seed. You're far closer to how you should be. You've come a long way, Shandris."
Shandris nodded. "Thank you!"
"Now." Her expression turned. Her eyes narrowed on the woman she now regarded more or less as a slave.
"What is it? I hope you're not asking for mercy?"
"No!" Shandris raised her hands, waving them desperately in the negative.
"No, I would never have the gall to ask for mercy!" Her eyes were big and full of fear and resignation. The stern face of the general was gone, forever brought back to the naive young trainee Anaris remembered from her own early years in the Sentinels. It made her smile. She nodded to allow Shandris to continue speaking.
"Thank you." She bowed.
"I- I want to know what else I have to do to..." She frowned, gulping back shame and a bit of sticky seed stuck to her throat.
"Do to...?" Anaris smirked, placing a hand on Shandris's head. Fingers wove into her hair gentle before she grabbed more harshly and tilted her submissive face up to look her in the eye.
"To join. I'll do anything..." Shandris admitted shamefully.
"Submission or Death. For the Horde. The orcs are our people's future... I just want some semblance of... of what you have."
Anaris chuckled lightly. "Remember. You need to wholeheartedly apologise to every single orc within the Master's army for your resistance until the end. Until that is done you will not be allowed to properly repent in the Master's service. Understand?"
"I understand. Thank you." Shandris was allowed to bow her head as she placed her hands together in prayer.
"Who are you praying to 'potential' sister?" Anaris asked curiously.
Shandris smiled, staring back with wavering eyes as she said. "To... The Warchief, for... Many orcs come quickly and receive my apology."
Anaris scoffs, standing. "It's not your place to ask them to hurry or slow. It is your place to wait patiently. Speaking of, you have another visitor." She bowed deeply before the Warlord. He had been promoted. In the Horde army, the Sentinels would not be able to get anything done if they could be bent over by every single peon... Though requests could be made and were often accepted just to keep the girls in their place.
Shandris quickly turned. She pushed her forehead into the dirt. "Wel-welcome, master! Thank you for coming to receive my wholehearted apology for resisting!" She stated loudly.
Tarkan shrugged his shoulders, removing his harness and armour. She was of course speaking orcish.
"Ah, you're already this far gone? Shoulda got in sooner... Woulda liked to see you struggle a bit."
Shandris looked up desperately. "I can struggle for you if you like, Master!"
"Nah. Doesn't hit the same if you're pretending. This is fine too. You're cute. Like a pet." He grinned. She rose up as he motioned her too.
"You probably got some experience, now? Get me ready, then..." He asked. As soon as he freed his cock the former General was all over it, kissing and loving on it with her lips and tongue. She genuinely seemed to have gained an enjoyment for it. Either that, or she was a really good actor. In reality, it was a mix of both. Shandris licked and sucked cutely around the tip while massaging his balls until his cock was hard, and throbbing. She would never, ever assume when an orc was ready, however, so she continued planting kisses up the thick shaft from base to gross tip.
"Alright, alright." He pushed her onto her back. It did a lot for him that she stared up so helplessly with fear and arousal, spreading her legs for him. Her cunt was worn, but he knew that her gaped pussy was still going to be a good fit for his own member. It looked bad but the worn, reddish cunt was a pussy made for orc cock at this point. This was illustrated by how wet and warm and tight it was when his own thick, curved dick was sucked in the moment he entered. She moaned lovingly at him as he plunged her completely. No matter how much she had been fucked, the limits of the body still only allowed about three-quarters of him inside before he had to pull out and thrust back in, slamming against her cervix. Shandris yelped and threw her head back. The resilience of the warrior and the General had no bearing on her insides. In that respect she was still only a weak woman.
"Yes! Yes, more!" She mewled.
"Heh." He panted, grabbing her waist so he could thrust faster, moving her with each plug of her hole. His eyes fixated on her bouncing tits, then on her broken expression. He breathed in a laboured manner, gritting his teeth.
"Dammit... Why you gotta be so good? I wanted to get at least a few minutes!" He smacked her tits, causing them to bounce together and jiggle until once again falling to a resting position against her chest.
"I-I'm sorry!" She apologised, even if it was not her fault. Even if it was something she was told to do. The elf apologised. Tarkan took one last, deep breath before filling her insides. He pulled her tightly to him so that his seed would balloon out her stomach amusingly. She shuddered and faltered at the sensation amusingly.
"Would be a shame to let you go to the Sentinels... A real shame." He mumbled.
Shandris nodded slowly, still recovering. He was particularly robust for an orc. "M-master?"
"You know some moon magic, right? Some of that stupid stuff you girls insist is sacred?" She nodded.
"You're not a fighter anymore. You're gonna attend to my needs personally. In battle, you'll heal me. I want your people to see your cute, smiling face supporting me from the rear as I cut them down." He laughed cruelly.
"Of course, I'll have to fit you with some nicer clothes... Bah, a few rags'll do."
"Y-yes!" She agreed instantly.
"I am honoured. Thank you!" It was not a position that she wanted, but she had been upgraded from regular slut to heal-slut. It was a kind of promotion.
