Flames engulfed the city below Anuriel's sanctuary as she looked down onto the progress of the invaders. For a little while there, it almost looked like those manning the walls would hold back the siege, though by the end of the first day it became quite clear what the fate of the city would be. It had been a week since then, and now, all that was left was the interior wall separating the Royal Enclave from the rest of the city. What few of the city's poor and middle classes found their way beyond the gate were relegated to staying directly around the gates of the city. “Poor sods...” she whispered, “Even at the end, they have to live in the streets. Old prejudices die in fire, I suppose...” Though, Anuriel did nothing for them. Was it even worth it now? Even the College of Magisters was unsafe at this point, their high spires and vast campus.

Grand Magistrix Elianora had ordered everyone, staff and student alike, to begin the preparations. The doors were enchanted and barricaded, runes were placed to reinforce the College from invasion, more as deterrence than an outright means of victory. The thought was, enough traps meant more casualties than the Orcs would find sustainable. Anuriel, as Elianora's second, thought that it may have been presumptuous but...it might just work well enough to mount a valid counter-attack against the orcs as they pushed through the various towers. It was a little risky, but it might just work if they busted through the enchantments on the front doors. There was nigh unanimous agreement to the strategy, and what few dissenters there were, found themselves on the outs. The College had come to a solid conclusion: Turn their hallowed halls into a death trap...and ensure their survival for the future.

The heavy oaken doors burst open with a rush of the hot air from outside the walls, the College lay burning, one of her four tall towers having toppled into the burning city below her. Stones clattered to the streets, Anuriel's face grew hard as her small Wood Elvish frame drew forth the will to throw fireballs into the mass of orcs, a bellow escaping her lips as her verdant eyes filled with rage, ”Vey alata avva loria!” And with that, bolts of magic flung from the students and staff, thunder and fire blazed through the mass of Orcs, the smell of burning flesh and ozone filling the crowded hall with each burst, but as the battle raged on, their numbers began to dwindle. Students began to collapse from exhaustion, one by one...and eventually, only the most senior staff, Anuriel, and Elianora were the last to have not yet collapsed to exhaustion, or been claimed by the blades of the orcs.

Anuriel looked to Elianora, her eyes wide as more blasts of flames and bolts of lighting rushed through the room. Anuriel was much further ahead of the group than the other staff and before she could reach th—Anuriel's world went black, her body collapsing to the floor as an Orc knocked her out.

By the time Anuriel had awaken, she could hardly move. Her body radiated with pain, and she could see dozens of other women around her, shackled and bound. With a low groan, Anuriel tried to move, though her own hands seemed...stuck together, her legs unable to move as she attempted to settle herself on the ground, a low groan escaping her lips as another elf looked to her...though not one she was familiar with, “Hush, hush sister! Be still...the Orcs pulled you out of the College with the others...Trust, that is not good for you.” The Elf in front of her ran her hand along the gag in Anuriel's mouth, “The Orcs gagged you after they pulled you out of the College. They did it to most of the Magisters and Apprentices after the pulled them out. Though --” The woman was interrupted by the abrupt entrance of two Orcs, the pair pulling Anuriel out from the group and carrying her out of the holding tent.

The burlier of the two had hefted her over his shoulder, though there was little that she could see other than the soot-stained stone work of the streets. Though, as she looked up, she could see the once beautifully worked streets turned into a makeshift campsite. Orc soldiers walked down the streets, while off in the distance she could hear loud roars of...release, and moans of pleasure. Orc banners hung high from several buildings, their forest green and crimson red colors adorning once hallowed structures. Before long, they passed through the collapsed tower of the College. She could see one of the class rooms stonework splayed on the ground, the several of the tomes torn to shreds by the fall. The College had stood for almost six thousand years, and took but a few scant minutes to collapse under the weight of the Greenskin Horde. Anuriel wept for the knowledge lost in the attack, ever so slightly.

As they drew to the plaza in front of the palace, set among the other magisters, right next to Elianora. With a quiet glare, she looked to the others, battered and bruised from the battle before. The group was chained together, their collars linked as they were arranged in a circle in the back of a wagon headed to the East...back to the Orcish homeland, alongside hundreds, if not thousands of others.

Hey there folks! This is a significantly reworked version of my last prompt “The Chains of the Orcs” with a bit more backstory and some build up to the same result, though with some changes. Either way, this will be a fairly dark roleplay, though there's some possibilities for differences in outcome.

Are you the Orc slave-master that purchases Elves by the lot, and forces Anuriel to work in his brothels? Perhaps you're the Orc Warchief who claims the busty Wood Elf as your personal toy? Or are you the Shaman who wants a cute little mana battery to empower your rituals, but also service your cock as needed? Maybe you're someone allied with the Orcs, a particularly powerful Drow, a conniving human, the Minotaur Chieftain who is exercising his right to a reward for your efforts in the siege? Someone else entirely? The possibilities are endless!

BIG KINKS: Groups/Gangbangs, Non-Con, Humiliation, Degradation, Slave Training, Mind Break, Forced Bi, Forced Lez, Forced Piercings, Tattooings, BDSM, Dom/Sub, Anal, and Big Dicks.

HARD LIMITS: Vore, Snuff, Scat, and Sounding.