Orcs vs Elves - X Faction 13 (Patreon)

“Hey honey.” A random orc called out to May from behind. As she turned around the orc was greeted by a cathartic sight. The spitting image of a Horde pleasure slave. A submissive, enthusiastic Kaldorei with an attractive and athletic body. Her nipples were pierced through by thin gold bars that connected to a metal Horde insignia surrounding them. Her tits bounced as she approached him due to the exaggerated way in which she was meant to walk in her ridiculous six-inch heels.

“Haaay, I-” May began without a second thought, only to be rudely interrupted. The patron swiftly took out a silver coin and pressed it to her forehead. Her eyes crossed to look at it as it put faint pressure on the spot between her long brows. It was barely any pressure at all and the orc put no weight on it, but it may as well have been overpoweringly heavy because that single silver coin was enough to bring her to her knees. It was slow. Her legs shook, because she could never quite get used to the feeling of being reduced to such a state, but she accepted it. She gave her word that she would play along.

“Yeah, I don't need the chit chat.” He snapped back.

May nodded and reached into his pants. She was looking up lovingly at the random orc. She had to. The rule about the coin not falling forced her gaze longingly up towards the man as she performed the act. It was incredibly effective. She drew his cock out, noting that it was smaller than Zon's. She was not sure why she made that mental note, but she did. The 'former' Warden for less than a day more leaned in and pressed her lips affectionately to the man's large sack over and over again, decorating his green balls with purple petals due to her lipstick. She stopped between one kiss briefly as a disappointing realization dawned upon her.

She thought it as Maiev, not May. Still looking up at the orc, she licked over her lips and gave it another kiss, as Maiev, not May. She did not love it, but she had gotten used to it. The feeling of kissing a man's cock and balls. It was an act so intimate that it would typically be reserved for a life-long partner, and she was coaxed into giving it away so openly, and for so little. It actually ate away at her soul in that moment. A crushing feeling of self doubt over the decisions she made.

“Hey.” The orc uttered insistently, tapping the coin on her head impatiently.

She nodded and began licking his member affectionately from the base while stroking it at the top. She moaned into it happily before she caught herself. It was a shocking thing, because that moan was not an intentional act, as most of her tenure at the club had been. She had genuinely felt a pang of need between her legs and let out an intonation in response. May gulped and kissed her way nervously up the average orc's cock. She grew more and more nervous as she released the top with her hand so that she could circle his dirty tip with her wet tongue. She nodded to herself as she held the understanding that it was delicious. After doing it for so long she had grown to enjoy the taste of stale, unwashed orc dick. It was  a savory flavor that had infiltrated her senses early on with Zon and his punishments. Those, funnily enough, prepared her for the job more so than the other girls. It was to the extent that she could skirt ahead of Vixy in terms of performance, if not loyalty.  

She wasted no time gently enveloping his cock between her lips and swallowed it inch by inch. Her endurant, skilled body was able to suck the entire length down into her throat easily. It was a skill she did not know she had. Still staring up at the orc, she regarded his reaction with a  bit of pride. Her little act had finally shut him up and made him complacent. He had no defense against her at that point, especially not once she began bobbing and sucking over his entire length lovingly. She had served a few orcs, from the lowest peon to even the most powerful veterans over the course of the week and the amazing thing to her was just how easily subdued they were once their 'vitals' were between her lips. She wondered if the principle would work to disarm demons, as well.

The orc male was not a powerful individual so he could not last May's skilled sucking for long. After just a short minute his balls began unloading into her stomach. Feeling that, she reached up and massaged them to coax out every last drop as she slowly drew his cock from the sheath that was her mouth. His softening, spent member popped free, freeing her to grab the coin from her forehead and stow it. She looked up at the customer and smiled.

“Thank you soooo much for letting me suck your tasty, tasty cock!” She gushed. Her soul died a little each time. She was amazed she had one left at this point.

The orc just awkwardly shoved his cock back into his pants and left her. May stood back up and dusted herself off. Vixy nodded slowly. At the excellent display. There were basically no flaws except for what looked like a very small mental breakdown in the middle of the blowjob, she mused. The girl wondered if it was worth calling May on it. She thought after a moment that she definitely should and began stepping towards where May was working only to have her arm grabbed.

“Yo, Vix.”

She turned instantly and stood at attention because it was Zon's voice that had called her. “Yes Daddy?”
“A minute.” He pointed back towards the changing rooms.

“Of course!”

He pulled her into a private room. “I'm running outta time here, and I feel like I can trust you. Can I?”

“Of course.” She said quickly.

“Yeah? Well, what about after time's up? Be honest.”

Vixy blinked. It was a tough question to answer. If she was asked to be honest, the answer she had to give was an unfortunate one.
“I think... I'm probably still on the fence about that?”

Zon gulped. She was basically his most loyal sycophant and she was still only on the fence about whether or not she would kill him when time was up. It did not bode well.
“But, uh... I still got you one-hundred percent until time's up, right?”

“Oh, totally.” She said easily.
“On my honor and on 'May's honor.”

He rubbed his chin in thought. “So... You'd do anything for me in that time?”

“Yeah, of course. But... Why can't you just give her an audience with Fygor. That was the objective.” She asked.

“Complicated... The Boss kinda knows what I'm up to and doesn't wanna get involved until it's done so he can wash his hands of it if anything goes wrong.”

“Oh...” Vixy stared at him. It was not enough of a reason, but she did not want to call him on it. Still, sensing her doubt he felt the need to add.

“I'm a nephew... Fygor's got sons. Sons he likes. Sure, I'm family, but I'm not 'family.' I'm not gonna move up and I'm pretty sure he wants me dead. I could give you girls an audience right away.” He admitted, to her shock.

“but then he'd take what's mine and after that... Well I've got nothing. I've been kicking up a lot lately and I don't think he'll care if my revenue disappears. He'll keep asking for the same amount as an excuse to get axe me, knowing I can't pay.”

Vixy nodded slowly. It was a sad story. “So what do you want me to do?”




Time was up. The wardens convened and agreed that the correct course of action was likely to either string up Zon, or take him back and imprison him for an eternity. Quite a few of them were still pretty affected by the conditioning, so they leaned towards the imprisonment out of mercy and affection. Especially Vahna.

“I just do not think we should kill him. He ran into some bad luck, is all...” She sighed. The girl had performed the task he asked her to do, though even she was not aware of what it would accomplish. It was just a bit of body painting on all of the girls lower backs. A green Horde symbol that she then covered with a bandage. None of them questioned it. Not even Maiev. To her surprise, the symbol had faded since she painted it on. Either it fell off or whatever the ink was had soaked into their skin.

They all turned as Zon entered the room. “Alright ladies, a deal is a deal. I only ask for one favor.”

“What's that? Maiev asked impatiently, stepping towards him. She had her chains ready and waiting.

“I want you to come at me one-on-one.”

“We were never going to jump you. It is not necessary.” She rasped confidently. The thought that they would all need to handle him together was laughable. Zon was a large, young male orc but he was not strong. Strength came from experience and training and all he had was his natural muscle from being an orc.

“So it's a deal?” He asked hopefully. The man had gotten used to trapping these girls in their honor. It was the only chance he had.

“Yes...” Maiev rolled her eyes. The other girls chuckled.

“Great!”

“Alright, so we can finally... Get...” Maiev noticed something strange in the moment. Her arms and legs felt sluggish. Her body tired. She was not wearing her armor, she thought she would not need it. It was a good thing she did not try to wear it because it would have tipped her off to a very important factor early on when she failed to lift the heavy plate. Her body was soft and devoid of any muscle. Thousands of years of training her body had faded in a time too short for her to even notice. She looked up with wide eyes as Zon reached forward and gripped her neck gently. He did not need to be rough. She was weak.
“What did you-” She was interrupted by having the wind knocked out of her when Zon forced her onto her back. Maiev coughed and sputtered weakly as she tried to catch her breath. The others watched in horror as they had no concept of what was happening. To them, even to Vahna, their leader was being overpowered by a basic orc male. There was a number of things it could be. The conditioning was one. They also faced a very demeaning answer. He was stronger than them. Better than them. In their minds that was the solution that conquered all other options. What they were seeing was too much to ignore.

“Now ladies. I wanna show you how pointless it is to fight orc supremacy. I was just holding back this whole time to be nice.” He played it up. His goal was to break them. To turn their minds.

“Bull... Shit...” Maiev spat, struggling beneath him. He easily took both of her legs and pushed them up  until her ankles were behind her shoulders. She struggled in vain, swatting at him right up until the moment he folded her arms back under her body to render her completely immobile.
“Congratulations. You bound and contorted me, mongrel... What do you plan to do now?”

As she asked that Zon just drew out his rock-hard, vascular member. It was far larger and more engorged than usual, as if he had taken something. Without a word or a warning he plunged it down into her bare, waiting cunt over and over again in less than a few seconds. Maiev could only let out frantic moans and mewls of pleasure. She did manage to let out the occasional word, but it was mostly just involuntary.

Finally, as the feeling of his thick cock dragging in and out of her insides began to wear her down she cracked. She begged, hoping for any compromise.
“S-sorry! I give I give I give! F-fuck! St-stooop!” She hit a second stage where everything just faded out in her mind. Her body was given over to pleasure and she began salivating and tearing up as her cunt began gushing and squirting from the rapid, harsh downward thrusting into her immobile, contorted form. She was extremely aware that he was ignoring her. To Maiev in that moment he was a powerful juggernaut. An invincible, unstoppable force. His body had contorted hers. It had defeated hers somehow. His large body had always dwarfed hers and it was pressed over her, keeping her pinning easily to the ground. She had never felt so weak and helpless. Eventually those thoughts pushed her over the edge. She began to cum. Once, then twice. As the third approached she began to crave it. Need it. Her mind blanked.
“F-fuck me more! Please daddy! I'm your little fucktoy daddy make me your slut again!” He kept going, ignoring her until she finally seemed to go completely mad.
“Never- never stop! Never stop! Oh goddess, yes this is amazing!” Maiev, the Warden Commander cried out shamelessly in front of her troops.

The others watched on in horror. Their own thighs were becoming wet with anticipation. “I-I thought the switch wasn't real?” Mirn whispered to a guilty Vahna.

Vahna blushed, too afraid to admit to whatever she had done. It was too late, anyway. They were honor-bound to come at him one-by-one. It was their loss. She gave in and gave a placating answer that would make the transition smoother for the rest of them.
“Of course it's real... Sorry girl, orcs are just too strong.” They seemed resigned after that was said. If the strongest of them could be beaten so easily, so instantly in such a humiliating fashion then what hope did they have. One by one the hardened vets began shaking with feat as Zon finished with their leader.

“Alright! Who's next?” He asked. Vahna hesitantly raised her hand. Zon grinned.