Orcs vs Elves - Ashenvale 7 - Chasm or Worg (Patreon)

“Those irresponsible cretins actually made a hole in the mountain!” Shandris cried out in rage. She was mounted atop her hippogryph and flying at her side were more of her elite Sisters. Sentinels trained not just for battle, but to take over for her should anything happen. Her trusted advisors and friends. They stared down at the destruction in disgust. Their expressions were all mirrored. No woman was in disagreement, but others and more clear ideas.

“Calm yourself, My Lady.” One of them asked gently.

Shandris scoffed. “You're right. I can't get emotional. It seems like they threaten not only to attack through this passage but to open a consistent front. We can't ambush supplies reinforcing their Grunts in the West if the caravans come through here. We have to get ahead of this.” She rubbed her chin in thought.
“Anyone we have in this area, we need to keep that passage from becoming a reliable rout for them. We can no longer think about destruction or victory. Just impede them.”

“My Lady?” The Sentinel questioned. She looked perturbed. Shandris of all people was talking about giving ground, so it was only natural to be worried.

“This isn't the Orcs versus us. This is the entirety of the Horde. We held our own versus the Warsong and the Horde stayed out of the battle. Now the full weight of them is pushing down on us. We can't expect to win like this. We can just make it painful for them every step of the way.” Shandris noticed the girls around her looking rather sad.
“The Alliance can't sit still while this is happening. I know we will not be left alone for long. We simply have to focus on not losing for now.” She reassured them. They each gave a shout and a salute.
“Good... You all have your jobs. Divide and conquer.”

-

“Raene.” One of the other scouts in the party whispered.

“What is it?” Raene asked. She was leading the party. Their purpose was to inspect the directions Horde were coming from and where they were going. If that much was established they could set up ambushes all along the way.

“Bad.” The girl said simply. She pulled Raene over to view a scene from afar of skinned bodies drying in the open air. They were mostly male that were left behind. They knew from experience that the new doctrine for the Horse seemed to be to capture the women and kill the men. Raene thought it a foolish doctrine considering the warriors were women and the men were often civilians.

“Brutality.” Raene bit down on her lip hard.
“It is clear that they do not just want this land, they want to eliminate us from it, as well.”

“It may not be that simple. We found someone.” The Sentinel explained.

“Bring her here.” Raene asked. She watched as a naked girl was brought before her. She gasped.
“I know this girl... Rootstalker. An herbalist. She's helped us before.” Raene clicked her tongue. Her body had signs of discipline and on her lower belly, in clear red and black was a slave mark. The Horde symbol.

“She- She smells.” The Sentinels supporting her said awkwardly.

“Sweat... Not hers.” Raene trailed her eyes down to Cylania Rootstalker's sex, where she was leaking and seemed quite worn and puffy.
“Damn! She's been through so much. Is she passed out?”

“Exhaustion. The fact that she escaped in this condition is a miracle.” The sentinel clutched the girl tightly. Her eyes widened.
“Raene, she's waking up!”

“Don't pester her with questions. I'll do the talking. Give her a minute, as well. She's bound to be in shock.” Raene ordered. The other Sentinels present around her nodded at her command. She waited until the girl was lucid and calm, then asked.
“Cylania. Cylania Rootstalker?”

She was serene, but the moment that name was said she held her head and began breathing rapidly, shaking.
“No no... Master will get angry if I use that name!”

“Hey!” Raene placed a hand on her shoulder.
“It's okay, you're not with them anymore. You escaped.”

She looked up in fear. “Es- escaped?” She seemed confused and afraid.

“Yes.” Raene smiled warmly.
“You are with us now. You are safe.”

“No way...” She claimed.
“No way we're safe. I couldn't escape. Impossible. I would never... I-I was left somewhere, I think.” She explained weakly.

“Wait...” It started clicking into place for Raene.

“They- They know how to get to us.” The girl offered shamefully.
“They know your tactics and your routs.”

“Everyone, be on alert!” She brought her face close to Cylania's.
“Who is 'they' Cylania? The Orcs?”

“No.” She shivered, pointing up.

“Us.” It was a familiar voice. A feminine voice. It was right behind Raene and she did not have time to turn before a strong blow knocked her unconscious. The sound of battle erupted around her as she fell. Those who were stationed did not have a chance to fight back. Those that had been on guard were killed before they could alert. Over half of the scouting party in an instant and it was all thanks to the traitors.

-

Raene spent the next day drifting in and out of consciousness. Her deep, black sleep was broken up briefly by sounds of moaning in some instances and cries of anguish and pain in others. It was a symphony of various emotions that were lost on her in this state. Finally, she began to wake up. She slowly opened her eyes. Her vision was blurry, but within her line of sight she could see the back of a Kaldorei. The woman turned smiled brightly, bringing herself close. Raene gasped excitedly as she saw who it was.
“Anaris? Anaris Windwood?” To Sentinels in Ashenvale the name of Anaris Windwood carried a tremendous amount of weight and it was unmistakable her. For one, her beauty was quite well known but even if that was not enough she had a scar over her face that gave it away. It could be seen peeking out below the mask she wore. The mask seemed to be a mockery of the one Shandris wore, as it was in red instead of silver. She wondered why. As Raene said the name, Anaris nodded in the affirmative.

“That's right. It's me. Raene, was it?” Anaris asked kindly.

“Yes, Miss. I am flattered you remember me.” She offered humbly.

“Oh... How could I not remember such a strong and loyal servant?” Hearing Anaris say that about her filled Raene with pride. Among Sentinels Anaris was of a status that was among the legends of her people. Unwavering, tall and powerful. Her skill with a bow was said to match even the General. Anaris stared down at her, seeming to be waiting for something.

Raene gulped. “Miss?” She struggled, feeling her hands bound tightly behind her and her feet bound together as well. Both knots were tight tightly and uncomfortably together at the back, providing her no range of movement. On top of that, Raene was naked.
“Help?”

Anaris shook her head. “I can not help you in the way that you want.”

“What do you mean? Commander-” She stopped, turning her head to see a grim sight. Within the lodge    at least four of the Sentinels she came in with were lifted. Their strong legs were wrapped around the Orcs that were keeping them up. They already looked fully submissive. There must have been so many times before that the Orc pushed their thick members into them in that position, or any position. Raene could see from their faces that they had given up. Some were even enjoying it and hugging their captors tightly while they were fed orgasms from the thick green rods entering them. Raene was horrified. Her vision had ceased being blurred. She turned back to stare at the commander. In no way was the woman being restrained. In fact, she looked quite content, squatting in front of where Raene was tied up. She reached out and caressed Raene's cheek. On further inspection she was wearing dark armor that revealed showed her belly and rear. It looked tribal and severe, like it was designed by an Orc with a perverted sense of humor.

“Raene...”

“No no!” She struggled against her bonds.
“They did something. They brainwashed you?”

“Actually, it was selfishness.” She admitted without a hint of shame.

“Selfish... ness?” Raene looked at her in disbelief.
“But Anaris you're-”

“That is the point, fool.” She exhaled deeply.

“You are about to say I am a legend. An exemplar. Actually... I am the one that lost Ashenvale to the Horde. What is the point of owning all those accolades when all of it is overwritten by my last failing... I would be a broken slave of the Horde. Even rescued all of you would look at me with pitiful eyes and say it, even if not out loud in whispers and in your mind. 'She- She was the one that put us in this position. It is all her fault.'” She was frowning deeply, shaking her head.
“No. Not I. That will not be me. If I am to be shamed in one history I may as well work to be praised in another.”

“What are you saying?”

“I am saying I have thrown my lot in with the Horde. Can you not tell?” She stood up and framed the stamp on her lower belly between her fingers. It was a Horde mark. She did a little spin, showing her bare ass and the secondary mark of ownership to an Orc named Tarkan stamped on her lower back. She landed facing Raene again and crouched down.
“But there's one more thing.” She removed her mask. The marks that Anaris had been given for her accomplishments as a sentinel were warped and red. It looked like to jagged, disconnected sides of a Horde emblem running from her forehead, over her eyes and down her cheeks. She seemed proud of it, in a very sad and sick way. It overwrote all of her accomplishments in both a literal and metaphorical sense by overlaying her old markings.

“What have you done?” Raene whimpered.
“You are wrong! Nobody would have blamed you, Anaris!”

The Elf looked sad. “What about now?”

Raene relented. “Now... I am not sure.”

“I have already done things. I have already given myself over to the Horde completely. There is no forgiveness anymore. There is no other place for me anymore.”

“That-” Raene wanted to say that was not true, but she could not bring herself to lie. Her hands shook as Anaris cut the bonds that were holding her hands and feet.

“It is fine if you can not say it. I understand. You are a good child for being unable to lie to me.” Anaris helped Raene to her feet. The Sentinel felt weak, like she had been drugged.

“Why am I not one of them?” Raene asked nervously.

Anaris glanced over curiously. “Oh... You have not denied my offer yet.”

“What offer?”

“Here, I will explain while we walk together. Stretch your legs. You may be doing a lot of exercise very soon.” Terror filled Raene as Anaris said that. The suggestion was clear. She imagined herself squatting over an Orc as he guided her hips. It was not even a far fetched reality, considering the situation she was in.
“Relax.” Anaris Cooed, patting her on the back.

“It does not need to be bad for you.”

“You still have not told me.” Raene said hesitantly.
“I am not a traitor. Understand?”

“You have not heard me out yet.”

“What is there to say? I am not a traitor.”

Anaris lead Raene out of the lodge and into the yard. The slope overlooked what was once forest. Instead it had turned into a camp and another burgeoning logging operation. Raene stared out in disgust but her eyes were so stuck on the fading treeline that she did not notice the sight right in front of her until she heard it. It was more Kaldorei being pounded in front of the lodge. Each woman was bent over or warped into some submissive position. Most were not even held. They contorted themselves automatically to serve their masters. Even Cylania was within the orgy, eagerly serving her master without any prompting. Raene covered her mouth and spoke in disgust.
“It is like they are-”

“Broken? Defeated? Are these women traitors?” It was a complicated question. To be defeated to the extent that one would serve without question. If she were to rationalize it, her conclusion was to say that it is not their fault. However Anaris could see the look on her face and prodded her to answer truthfully.
“Be honest.”

“Yes. That is the feeling. They should continue to resist until-”

“Death?” She asked curiously.
“How cruel.” Anaris mocked.

“Do not mock me!” Raene snapped back.

“You are going to be like that, anyway. So you are going to be a traitor, too, Raene.”

“You can not guess that.”

“Are you different from me? From them? Do you think you are better than all the other Kaldorei here?” She motioned in a wide flourish over the grounds.

“Even Duriel joined me in my specific brand of treachery. She and I now enjoy our place at our Masters feet. No one else enjoys the kind of freedom that we have found within submission.”

“Freedom within submission? You are insane.” Raene uttered bitterly as Anaris walked her down the ramp slowly. Her arm was curled under Raene's and with her legs as weak as they were, there was no running away.

“A Worg appears below you as you are about to fall from the edge of a steep chasm. He poses the offer: 'Fall into my mouth, little Elf.' Either would be certain death to you, but putting faith into the Worg, it actually becomes gentle. It is a beast, but by placing yourself at its mercy you are better off than if you had just fallen. Only one is certain death. The other places your faith in something that has the capacity to understand when something is being earnest with it.”

“You- You are a complete lunatic. That makes no sense, you are making up rationalizations for why the Worg chose not to eat you after the fact...” Raene criticized.

Anaris took her right up to the edge of the orgy. Some of the Orcs began to take notice of her and lick their chops.
“So it is the chasm.” She commented coldly. Raene felt that the former commander was ready to push her. Before she did, a stern voice asked from the ramp.

“The last one in this batch?”

“I was explaining the choice to her, Master.” Anaris said. It was jarring hearing the Sentinel Commander speaking with such a submissive tone to the Orc. He was obviously the one holding her leash and it sounded like he held it tight. Tarkan shed his pants. Before throwing her, Anaris turned Raene towards him.
“The Chasm, or the Worg?”

Raene stared at the indiscriminate orgy. It was a sea of bodies where Orc used Kaldorei. It was a like a shower for them where each part of the women were as simply as grabbing soap or shampoo from the side. The woman had so little agency that it was less like sex and more like them 'wearing' the women over their cocks like sleeves. With all of that on her mind, Raene glanced at Tarkan and gulped. Her shoulders slumped and she gave in to her weakness and fear.
“W-worg.” With that she was pushed down onto her knees in front of the pleased Orc. The Sentinel held her hands up nervously as he pushed his sweat meat into her face and rubbed it over her cheeks and lips. Her head began to spin from the intoxicating smell. She already said it, so there was no going back. She had made the decision to become a traitor by inhaling his powerful musk and shuddering.

“Open up!” He ordered. She could barely understand him but knew intuitively what he wanted so she parted her lips and allowed his slimy green cock to be mashed between them. Her eyes opened at different intervals from the shock as it grew quickly inside her mouth. He held her head on either side and rubbed her ears with his thumbs as he thrust in and out.

'It is over. I am done.' She thought as her tongue pressed against the underside of his growing member and licked along it as it thrust between her lips. The thought of biting never occurred to her. A betrayal on top of a betrayal felt a bit bold and besides, Anaris's hands on her shoulders felt so encouraging, like she was a student before a Master yet again.

-

Braelyn stood in the path of Lokk. His forces were a part of Krom'Gar's camp that was just up ahead and she was soon to cross paths with the Orc. In fact, if she just stood in the road she would be directly in their path. They would not be able to avoid her. She relished it. The Blood Elf had crossed paths with and been tricked by his Horde before. They left her in the mud with nothing to show for her efforts.
“They will pay... Demonic bastard. Who is worse than them?” She muttered to herself.