Orcs vs Elves - X Faction 12

Maiev realized in the latter half of the deal that she had probably made a mistake giving her word to Zon. His training was having unexpected results on their psyche, though it was not completely working as intended. Most of what they could do was done to themselves by the promise she made. What she thought would be a very minor 7 days or less had slowly become a grueling, humiliating experience. Looking to her right, it was unclear if all of them would make it out of it unscathed, regardless of what happens to Zon at the end. She glanced over at Vahna, now 'Vixy', and noted that the girl was very dutifully tending to her appearance for the orc patrons.
“You know, Vahna, we are close to the end with very little progress under our belts. There is little purpose to continuing this sham in earnest.” Maiev complained.

“We can wait it out and-” Maiev stopped once she noticed Vixy was barely listening. The girl the was turning her face to the left and to the right as she finished applying eye-shadow. Once she was finally done she turned to give Maiev a judging look.

“I think we're the problem.” She said bluntly.

“What?” Maiev snapped back. The others said nothing.

“Listen, May, your poor attitude is holding us back from completing the mission you brought us here to accomplish.” Maiev cringed. That comment certainly stung, since it had an essence of truth to it. She had almost forgotten at the end what the point to all of this even was. There was a conspiracy. Still, Vixy was lower ranked than Maiev and such sass was out of order in the Commander's eyes.

“Just what do you think-” She was quickly cut off by the woman's sharp tone.

“While we're under this agreement, what Daddy Zon says is law!” Vixy turned up her nose haughtily.
“More to the point, he put me in charge of this group over you, since I'm learning faster and I actually 'want' to succeed at what we aim to do.” The way she made it sound, Maiev was the problem.

“Daddy Zon?” Maiev repeated in disbelief.

“He put you in charge because he kissed you and you got weak in the knees, you stupid girl.” Maiev glanced around at the others.

“Right?” When there was no comment she sighed deeply and continued.
“What do you all think of Vahna being in charge, here?” To her surprise, they gave her uncertain looks.

“To be fair, Maiev-” Mirn opened her mouth to speak, but was quickly cut off by Vixy as well.

“This is honestly pretty pathetic. Do we have zero discipline?” Vixy uttered harshly at the girl. Her finger found Mirn's chest and jabbed at it mercilessly.

She looked confused and held her hands up as Vixy jabbed at her breast. “I was... Agreeing with you?”

“Her name is May, Mimi.” Vixy stated firmly.

Mirn lifted her brows. “We don't have to keep this act up in private, do we? I partially agree with you, but...” She trailed off. The argument was a hard one to make in the face of Vixy's logic.

Vixy took advantage of the silence and continued. “See? If it is an 'act' then we are already not acting in good faith, are we?” The group, including Maiev, exchanged uncertain glances.

Maiev finally responded with a sigh. “We are not 'actually' going to become obedient little workers for this orc kingpin, Vahna... This is all for a purpose.”

“My name is Vixy and yes we are. Until the end of the week we are going to become model employees. Loyal employees. Obedient emp-”

“You're warped.” Maiev warned.

“Listen, there's no such thing as a switch. There is no such thing as being flipped. You are just stupid.” She added in exasperation. Maiev softened as a long pause followed her words, where she assumed that she may have gotten through to the girl.

“You just earned yourself a punishment, May.”

“On what authority?”

“On our bosses authority.”

Maiev scoffed. “It's just us here. So who-” She felt a notable lack of any presence beside her. She glanced back and noticed the others shifting away.

Mimi blushed. “Listen, uh... May. I think she kind of has a point? It's on your word that we gave the guy the authority so disobeying it is basically like going against your own word.”

“At least for the week.” Lily agreed.

Kandy shrugged. “I follow you mostly on honor and tradition. It kinda goes against that to go back on your word, right?”

'May's shoulders slumped as Vixy's lifted triumphantly. Her attractive, bare chest puffed out confidently. “Good girls. In honor of that sentiment, we need to actually start trying.” She explained.

“What does that actually look like, 'Vixy?'” Maiev inquired impatiently, her voice becoming an annoyed rasp.

She held up two fingers. “Tone policing and thought policing.” The girl's eyes widened at that suggestion.

“W-wait...” Mimi gulped.

“That's-” She stopped herself as Vixy offered a glare that could only have come from a veteran Warden.

May put to words what Mimi failed to. “You are introducing Warden training techniques into this farce?”

Vixy, aside from May, was the most experienced and senior Warden present. She had trained a few of the girls present personally and was therefore not just intimately familiar with them, but with the Warden training regiment in general. The nature of the Wardens task meant that any slip ups in mentality would be disastrous, since they were in charge of containing highly corrupting individuals. So, the process of thought and tone policing was a harsh policy of enforcing strict speech guidelines and punishing harshly any wrong thoughts. Of course, since many of the girls were not actual mind readers the thoughts were inferred based on their actions and reactions. The result was a group of girls that was fairly resistant to Zon's influence until this moment. Vixy's suggestion had them worried, however, since they knew that their methods worked and that they were geared specifically towards them.

“You are all expected to police each other strictly. As strictly as if we were in vault. Failure to do so will result not only in a loss of our leaders honor, but a loss of your personal honor as a Warden.” She explained. It felt like an oxymoron. They had to surrender their honor, or their honor would be forfeit. Though, for each of them their honor as a Warden was far more important than their honor as women.

“What are the standards, then.” Maiev asked, giving in to the demanding former underling utterly. For however unhinged she sounded, she was right. Maiev knew a thing or two about being completely unhinged and completely correct.

Zon was a bit shocked to see Vixy intercept him that night, after the shift had ended. He had control of their finances but he was beginning to feel the pressure with just a few days left in the week. He had to come up with something, or so he thought.
“Uh, yeah? What's up?”

She looked bashful, which did not seem like good news, but he was willing to hear her out. “Uhm, sorry Daddy.”

“Why are you sorry?” He groaned. All he needed was one more thing. The girl in front of him was malleable, but he still was not sure about her.

“They were misbehaving so I went over your head and introduced Warden training methods, only turned to your aims instead.” She lowered her head, tone policing herself.
“Though it was for you, I do not believe it was appropriate to do so without your permission.”

“Okay?” He was confused, so he chose to just follow her to their changing room to see what she was talking about. He arrived to see all the girls already lined up. Before he could say anything, May stepped forward. The Warden dreaded what she had to do, but Vixy was staring daggers at her. She definitely trained that girl far too well.

“I apologize deeply for the way I've been acting...” She looked up and caught Vixy's stare again on the tail end of the sentence. Reluctantly she shuddered and added.
“D-daddy.”

Zon's face lit up. “Oh? For real? That's-”

“Unacceptable!” He flinched as Vixy snapped back.

“It is?” He was in charge, but he shrunk away from the girl, as she seemed so firm and intimidating in that moment, even though she was the one he had the most sway over.

Maiev gulped and held stone still. Vixy continued. “There was a flinch, May. A cringe.” She turned to Zon and explained.

“It is unacceptable because it shows that her thoughts were not in line with her actions. We need to strictly enforce the proper mentality here.”

“W-what do we do?” Zon consulted nervously. He felt like he was just along for the ride at this point.

“We need to make her reinforce positive thoughts and behavior in greater detail, and if she still shows any signs of reluctance at all a punishment is needed.”

“Like-” he began undoing his pants, but stopped as Vixy shook her head. She took his hand and leaned close, whispering respectfully.

“You need to be harsher on us. Your methods are lacking, with all due respect. May I guide you through Warden punishment and training methods?” Zon nodded slowly.
“Perfect.” She leaned right up to his ear and explained.

Zon's eyes widened. “S-seriously? The fel is wrong with you girls?” He exhaled lightly.
“Okay...” Zon stared down at a May that was very notably trying not to show distress.
“May, state the ways your performance has been lacking.” He thought that it was a fairly devious method, as it forced her to acknowledge everything she could have possibly done wrong,a nd maybe even a few things that she did not. If what vixy said was accurate, she would be punished more for leaving anything out, so she was incentivized to overcompensate and essentially flagellate herself for him. It was an arousing thought for the orc who's training up until this point mostly consisted of coercion or torture. One or the other.

May dreaded it, as the process of accepting punishment was as mind-bending as the punishment itself. She convinced herself she would just get it over with, keep her composure and not let it get to her. It was in her benefit to just state everything there could be without any inhibition. It did not matter if she believed she did it or not. Well, it did, but no one else had to know that.
“Daddy, I apologize for not calling you correctly. For insulting your race. For calling myself incorrectly and presuming that I have any authority here.” As much as she wanted to believe she could handle it just fine, it was affecting her. But of course it was. This method was designed to break down an ego. To force overzealous introspection. It was designed to cow Wardens into conformity and subservience to the cause, only now the methods were held by the wrong hands. She could not allow any slip ups in her apologetic, reverent tone or else. She knew Vixy had no qualms about making things worse for her.

“I apologize very deeply for showing disgust when you gifted me with your dick.” Zon's eyes widened at that one.
“I apologize for promising to kill or harm you. For... Not applying myself completely to the position I was placed in. If you accept, please allow me to be punished.”

He gulped. The next part just seemed like it would not work, at all, but he had to remind himself that he was dealing with Wardens. Crazy women.
“I accept. That all seems about right. Now tell me what the most devastating punishment you could receive is?” Asking someone to choose their own punishment in terms of harshness and undesirability is probably the strangest, and most cruel thing he could think of, and he was from a family of slavers. To top it all off, he noted that at each junction May needed to beg for the right to be punished. She was literally asking for it. Her eyes practically screamed that she was begging for it. According to Vixy, if he refused punishment it was the same as stripping her of any self-respect she has as a Warden.

“Would you allow me to melt down my helm to make amends?” She questioned, policing herself into a sultry tone. May hated herself for that, but it had to be done.

Zon grinned, feeling like he could get used to this. “That's a bit much. You should keep it, in some sense. How about we melt it down into piercings? I'll even let you place it in the forge yourself.”

May stared blankly for a moment. Blankness, however brief, was the only defiance that could be shown without triggering the wrath of the harsh system she was under. She smiled, finally, and nodded.
“Thank you.” She bowed her head.

“Y-yeah. No problem.” He nodded back to her as she moved towards the locker with her armor. Vixy dragged him out of the room.
“Huh? What?”

“This system is very effective at training individuals.” She stated.

“Yeah... I mean, you're basically brainwashing yourselves.”

“But to what end? I kept it kind of general, but... Well, for example at the Vault the purpose was to ward off corruption. Then we had sub goals, such as keeping cohesion, martial training and personal discipline.”

Zon's mind raced. He wondered if this was really happening, or if it was just a pleasant dream. “The end is loyalty to me.” He said firmly. He waited, as if any second Vixy would start laughing hysterically and kill him, because it was all some joke. It did not happen. She simply nodded.
“The goals are profits and...” He paused, realizing an important point. At the end of the week they could just flip back, potentially. Zon gulped and added.
“I wanna to make sure that you all believe that it's your pleasure to work for me. I want your brains rewired... It's all about my success! It's all about my happiness and approval.” He felt like he got carried away. What he was asking was for them to sacrifice everything for him. Or, at the very least to strive for that. To be frank, it sounded like a harder sell. To him. Vixy just nodded easily. He understood at that point. Her kind were all about sacrifice. The things he asked were not any more extreme than the things they practiced back home. They were just pointing them in a different direction.

May circled her lips carefully with her makeup. She knew the others eyes were on her. At least... She assumed they were. She had been called out twice more since the changes and had to repent more and melt down more of her armor. She also shamefully called out the other girls for grievances she spotted. It was just how it had to work. They were right. Vixy was right. It was on her word that they agreed to give this their all for just one week. She hid her thoughts well. Even the fact that she was counting down was grounds for immediate punishment, because desire to leave was not loyalty to Zon, it was not enjoyment of the job and. It was not blind devotion. She set that to the back of her mind, smiled widely and leaned back. She was done.
“How do my boobs look, Mimi?”

“Bounce them a bit?” Mimi asked. May nodded and bounced, allowing her breasts to jiggle and shake. Mimi smiled.

“Looking good. The Piercings are extra cute. I think the guys'll like them.” May had gone through with melting down her helm and both her glaives. The glaives, ironically, were forged down into a pair of small hoop earrings while her helm was segmented down into two horde-symbol piercings that surrounded her perky purple nipples. There was one more that pierced her clit.

“Looking forward to getting out there to shake them for our masters?” Mimi asked brightly.

May did not crack. She smiled back. She had been caught in a cringe once before. The others glanced over as they sensed an arms race was beginning. It was the logical conclusion of the system they were in. Two girls testing each others loyalty by trying to see if the other would crack or show any negative reaction. It was the cycle that made it so effective as any crack would mean punishment which would reinforce the goals and aims of the leader. The only downside? There was very little positive reinforcement. The girls had to simply imagine that what they were doing is what they wanted. That it was positive and therefore they wanted it.
“I love it when they ogle my breasts.” May offered calmly. She added.
“I noticed your plump butt was being used to stroke one of the guys off. That looked like fun. How was it?”

“I just wish penetration was allowed!” Mimi said with a chipper tone as she shrugged.

“Well said!” May offered, giving up since she did not want to press the arms race any further. Mimi continued.

“It's a weird rule that penetration isn't allowed, no?” Though they could not glare or show discomfort, the other girls smiled daggers at the girl who was playing with fire. They had to say something and it had to be positive. May gulped.

“It... Is. But it's Daddy's rule and the club's rule.” She saved it. The other girls smiled and nodded in agreement. Such was life for the last couple days. Maiev knew there was just one more, though she hid that she knew it well enough to not get in trouble with Vixy, the true culprit in charge of their strange discipline. One more shift, she thought.

Life out on the floor was not any better. Where as before they could ward off customers with scowls and bad service, instead they were all smiles and cheerful compliance. The customers loved them in particular due to their history. In terms of hierarchy the Sentinels were incredibly popular, and they were better than Sentinels.

“You're Maiev, right?” She nodded. She had to acknowledge her name, since it was part of her appeal, though she was May to Zon and the others. The orc that asked was a disgusting example of a humanoid being. She considered him almost less than humanoid for his lack of care for his appearance and hygiene. Likely fresh off a full day of working physical labor, he smelled disgusting and his skin glistened. Oddly, despite probably living a difficult life, the peon somehow managed to be dumpy. Even if the customer was disgusting to her, any complaint at all or any sign that she was in any kind of distress or discomfort would lead to more punishment, more flagellation. More armor melted down on what amounted to her last day.

“Got any war stories?” He asked as she lowered his mug to the bar. His hand moved towards it, then suddenly diverted to give one of her tits a squeeze. With practiced patience she merely blushed and stuck her chest out to make it easier for him. To her disdain, he pinched at her sensitive nipple and then flicked it a few times.

“I have a lot of war stories!” She said happily, trying to divert back to what he was saying.

“That's nice, sweetie. I always thought I could probably beat any of you girls in a fight.” He commented with a black-toothed grin.

“Whaddaya think?”

She thought very little of that comment. The peon would lose a fight with a tree-trunk, but she could not say that.
“You are really big and strong. I think I would lose for sure.” She rasped awkwardly. As the orc filled his mouth with powerful alcohol. He gulped it down and looked at her.

“I guess. I feel like I won because I can do this, heh.” The orc cleared his throat noisily.

“Shake your tits and do a little dance.” She stared blankly at him after he said that. He held up a small coin. She smiled. No matter how small, or far from gold the copper was, it was Daddy's money. She needed to take it.

“Of course!” She gave in, wiggling her chest. She felt some minor satisfaction with his eyes glued to her chest. It was a feeling she wished she did not have, but the club was getting to her. The work was slowly becoming something close to rewarding, but she chalked that up to the mind-warping trainging. Her tits gently bounced and bumped into each other as she moved. Then, in line with his request she slid in front of him and began gyrating her hips between his legs. She could feel his cock grow because he had undoubtedly drawn it out and pressed it between her cheeks. This was allowed, of course. Often orcs would use parts of their body to get off. The mouth was popular, but cost money. The common method of paying was to place a coin on their forehead. That was a sign that it was time to drop to their knees. It was club policy that if the coin dropped the customer got to keep it. It promoted eye-contact, care and reverence. She had men push their cock between her thighs, under her armpits and at one point a man even jerked himself off with her hair. That was an unfortunate night. So she did not treat it as odd when the disgusting, smelly peon pressed his gross dick between her ass-cheeks. She even accommodated him and began grinding up and down to stroke him off. She hated herself for getting used to it, but she told herself that she would not come out of this any worse for wear. The men were not allowed to enter her. That was the job of a higher level of worker.

Or so she thought. She felt his cock jab at her. It was not hard yet, but it was hard enough. She was still not in a position where she was comfortable being firm, so she was delicate. “Hi! What are you up to back th-” Her eye's rolled back and she fell forward onto the bar in front of her. He mashed his half-hard, sweat-slicked cock into her tight asshole without care or warning.

“Don't worry, I'll pay after. Fuckmeat prices!” He grunted, ramming into her. She could feel him growing in her ass as her pucker squeezed his dick. Before she could respond she felt his cock being pulled out abruptly and heard the sound of stools moving and dropping. She held back any reaction to the pain of her gaping rear as she turned to see Lily and Vixy standing over the orc. Her eyes widened. They were harming a customer. She almost wanted to call Vixy out on it especially, but the woman quickly spoke.

“It is Zon's rule. Honored customers that do not respect the sanctity of the club are the same as those who would penetrate the Vault we called home.”

May's eyes widened, her heart beat excitedly. “You mean...”

Vixy smiled evilly. “We get this one.” The peon looked up in horror as the girls circled him. All of the pain and aggression they felt was taken out on the man. It was okay because it was on Zon's orders. He was dragged to the alleyway and beaten mercilessly within an inch of his life. May, Lily and Vixy loved it. For May in particular she felt a rush and the loyalty that was forced upon her in a brief instant very real. He had given them this. To his credit, the simple statement showed they were not toys, or pointless playthings for any man to have. They were his. Their purpose was for him. No one else could disrespect them. Not without following the rules, at least. With that realization she almost glowed, but then the Warden Commander caught herself and reminded herself that there was only a bit more time before they were free.