Duriel observed the Orcs carefully from the treeline. They had all the signs of a force that was overconfident. They did not secure their surroundings, even though the forest was in her favor. Their force seemed small, as well. She assumed that they were confident that a counter attack could easily be repelled with what few troops they had stationed at the Refuge. She waited the entire morning for an opportunity as Orcs moved back and forth. She had to watch as their own were taken right in front of them. Duriel could see that it was beginning to affect her girls. It was painful, but the right time needed to be reached for an attack, otherwise she knew they would be joining them. Finally it looked like the Orcs thinned, with some of them leaving and others retiring after using her Kin. She sounded the Horn.
Sentinels rushed from the treeline and attacked the unaware Orcs. At first things seemed to be going better than she could have hoped. Duriel cut down a few Grunts on her own, but then another sound rang out behind them. It happened far faster than they could have anticipated, but the Orcs had begun a counterattack. It was a force she had not even considered. The Orcs had taken advantage of the forest they thought was in their favor.
"Damn!" Duriel cursed. Immediately Orcs engaged with Elves and it was a brutal, one-sided affair. The Sentinels were already fighting Orcs in front to resist the ones coming from behind.
"They must have been waiting." She thought out loud. The Kaldorei Commander lifted her blade once more and turned to see even more Orcs coming out from the treeline behind them. Images flashed through her mind of a heroic last stand. They could probably take quite a few down with them. She would cut down more Orcs as well, even if she would have to fall in the end. That was simply the price of carrying out an attack and failing. As she prepared to bring her sword forward Duriel felt the pressure of a large hand around her wrist.
The elf gasped. Before she could turn around or switch hands she felt the same pressure at her other wrist. Her arms were bent back painfully. Elves were by default quite a bit weaker than Orcs, and smaller. Even if the amazon-like Elves could potentially match the Orcs in some areas, the leverage of a larger, heavier man was simply impossible to overcome from a disadvantaged position.
"No!" She growled, baring her canines as more of her Kin were caught around her. She felt humiliated helpless as her wrists were brought together, able to be held and bound by a single hand. The Orc, whoever he was, could control her movement and still had a free hand to do whatever he wished to her. The thoughts running through her head of a triumphant last stand faded as the Orc that caught her laughed loudly and taunted her in his barbaric language.
"Monster." She groaned.
"I'm going to-"
She gulped. He bent her forward. "H-huh?" Easily, with one hand he toppled her to her knees. Even with her strong legs she could not beat an Orc's strength and weight being used against her directly.
"Wait, no... No no... This is-" She grimaced as she was pushed to her knees and compressed down even further. Her cheek pressed into the mud. Her beautiful hair splayed our across the ground.
"What are you d-" She struggled in vain. There was even less of a chance of her being able to fight back from this position.
"-Doing?"
Duriel was already vulnerable. The same armor that allowed them silent movement through forests was so simple for the Orc to remove. He flipped up her cloth onto her back and then curled a finger under her panties, touching her sex in the process. He pulled them apart to reveal her intimate areas. She struggled beneath him.
"Get off, you scum!" Duriel was able to turn her head enough to regard her captor with a look of hate. She was surprised to see the beady black eyes over Overlord Krom'gar himself staring down at her. The man licked his lips. The woman fantasized about getting one over on him. He would slip up and loosen the grip on one of her hands. She could reach for a dagger at her hip that he foolishly left her with. Her mind swam with that possibility and made her euphoric. The defeat could be worthwhile if she could just take him with her.
"Do your worst." She spat into the ground, unable to turn enough to spit at him directly.
Krom'gar laughed off her taunts as baseless chatter. "I think she thinks she can do anything to me. That's adorable!" His voice boomed in Orcish across the battlefield as other subordinates began bringing more of Duriel Moonfire's force under control.
"No no, line them up!"
The Orcs were annoyed to be interrupted, but at their Overlord's command the Sentinels were lined up and cowed before Duriel. She struggled even more as she watched, one by one, as her close subordinates were taken right in front of her.
"S-stop..." She begged. Duriel wondered if they had the same idea as her. If some of them expected to be given some room, some chance to fight back. As she was forced to watch, however, not a single squirming Kaldorei body was able to fight back against an Orc that had managed to get on top of them. She watched the light fade from some of their eyes as realization hit them; they had lost and there was no chance to anything.
"Don't give up..." Duriel whined. As the latter Seninels down the row saw the uselessness of the situation, some of them simply surrendered for the possibility of favorable treatment. They looked weak and ashamed in that moment but Duriel could not help but acknowledge they were the smart ones.
Still, she did not give up hope in her plan to take Krom'gar with her. He would slip up, she told herself. He had to. Then, it happened. He moved himself over her. His large stomach pressed into her faintly curved back and pinned her down. Her heart sunk. She did not know why, as all of her Kin fell, that she would be the one to do the impossible. There was no time between that thought and the moment he entered her abruptly. Her jaw dropped and her eyes rolled up beneath her shuddering lids. She was no better than them. She stared at one of her Sentinels and saw in her a mirror of herself as she was pinned down and fucked from behind. Krom'gar was not gentle at all. He did not care for her. He dominated her. Her cunt twitched and became wet involuntarily as his cock curved into it and stretched her formerly tight pussy into a mockery of a hole. One that could only ever again be filled by him or his men. No matter what happened she would still keep the shame of the defilement, but escape or rescue were unlikely anyway. It was the fate of all of them, she understood quickly; to be broken and shaped for service.
She gasped as another thrust slammed against her cervix. A hand loosened, then her other. It was what she waited for. Duriel reached to her side for her dagger and caught it. It was an awkward position, and she could not see him, but she could stab back and catch his gut. In that she was confident. The girl whimpered as he caught her wrist in the middle of it's awkward swing. His large hands pushed hers into the ground, planting them. The moment he did that they were immovable.
"That's right, cry!" He taunted.
"Cry like the others!" Tears filled her eyes as the will to fight left her like a spirit of her former self leaving her body. She could almost see herself in a kind of outer body experience. No longer the strong Commander of the Silverwing Sentinels. She had become just another toy for the Orcs to play with.
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Anaris's nearly blank eyes stared down at the floor as the men she had come to recognize as her betters spoke as though she was not there. The men were so comfortable, in fact, that plans were stated that could have been useful to overhear for her side. She was far too preoccupied riding her master's cock. She rode him obediently with her back to his chest. The woman had gotten used to his cock and even grown to enjoy it through some strange twist. She realized it may just be that she had finally gone mad. Anaris's uniform had changed from her armor to something far more appealing to the Orc eye. Krom'gar admired it with a smirk as he spoke. Her belly and chest were bare. Her nipples were pierced through and had little Horde emblems dangling from the bars that were pushed through and locked in place. They jingled as her tits rose and fell. On her stomach was a big red red tattoo. Tarkan's mark. She breathed steadily and held her belly as his cock filled her completely on each thrust. She knew she was pregnant. It was impossible for her to have resisted his seed after so many sessions. Anaris lamented that there was an Orc child growing inside of her, the next generation that would usher in the annihilation of her people. Half-Orc Half-Elves that would rebuild her society in their image. It was obscene. She knew it could happen, she remembered the stories of the Half-Draenei children. One very famous one among them.
Tarkan snapped his fingers. Anaris's ears perked. She turned her head attentively and rested her ass on his lap while his throbbing member still lodged inside of her and moved subtly with each of her little movements. She did not hesitate to say what he wanted to hear. "F-for the Horde." She said passively. Her hips wiggled, dragging and twisting his thick member inside of her. He reached around and kneaded her tits.
