A Auction!

The next morning the girls all awoke with a start to a huge, mean looking Orc clattering his rusty iron mace against the bars of their prison. Dozens more surrounded the cage, and all at once they began cheering and hollering. Even the princess leapt up from her curled sleeping position like a startled cat; glowering at the hulking green monster. He looked to be middle aged and fat, an impressive achievement for a warlike orc, made all the more so by his one eye. He puckers his pig-like snout while his one beady eye flicks to each of his captive's eyes. Holding up his fist "Yesss" he slurs through his reptilian lips. "We've done well boys. Theres not to many, but their of high quality! Every one will catch us a good price!". as he finishes talking, his orc crew cheer in victory and Talia narrows

"Damn The elves! Wait until you see what will become of your 'sacred chosen people'!" Spits one muscle-bound orc berserker, a look of crazed lust in his yellow eyes as he scans the helpless women before him.

"Can't we keep some of them for breeding?" Agreed a smaller, impish looking one. "No you imbeciles! We've already got enough breeders of our own and all of these bitches are still fresh!" Growls the hefty cheftain, narrowing his pitch-black eye at the first warrior. "If you want them so much my son, then buy them yourself!" To which the younger orc only snorted.

Every word the primative brutes gurgle out makes the proud elf pricess hate them more. For all of her long life she has fought against beasts like these, to be helpless before them, sold like an animal is the worst fate she can imagine. The captive women are lead out, chained together and surrounded by orcs who oogle and grope them. Only the many weapons pointed at Talia and the iron bounds she wears keep her from trying anything.

They are lead through a camp a short way; seeing the squalor that has instantly replaced their once pristine city. The white stone buildings of famous elven buildings are ruined and burnt, the sacred capital of the Elves marred by its ferocious last battle. Orcs, goblins, and trolls seem to have captured this area, and many of the ruined buildings are being staked out as their new territories. The girls are lead down the street, which is now nearly unrecognizable because of the distinction. The group advances taking several twists and turns before Talia realises they are being led to the royal palace!

When they enter the wide square in front there they discover a makeshift stage has been set up. A huge horde of beings of every evil race imaginable crowd the same place where Talia's sacred coronation was once held. As the orcs and their female captives arrive they watch as a slight, young, flaxen haired elf; from her clothes and jewelry she might have been the daughter of an aristocratic family once. She was being led naked off the stage by group of three canine-headed furry humanoids. Gnolls! Talia knew those disgusting, black-furred, flea-bitten furbags anywhere after she had once defended a family of elves from some during a journey. Those buggers were dumb, cowardly scavengers most of the time. They lived short, brutal lives on the outskirts of civilization as mercenaries; often fighting goblins for peaceful folk. Like their mortal enemies they relied on fast reproduction to survive; in some books she'd read that they could produce up to six or even eight pups in a litter. Personally she believed every one of those sub-elven beasts should be exterminated. She had deep pity for that unfortunate girl as she is dragged off by her monstrous new owners.

They are led to a large holding area, located in what was once her royal stables. Different groups of slaves are seperated into different pens, sold off one by one by their captors. they watch through the small barred windows as several more girls are auctioned off in the group. Finally, the door to their stall clangs open and the girls are led out. They are lined up on one side of the stage, and before they realize it one at a time each of them is being sold off.

Violet, the innocent strawberry blonde country girl is led up first. The fat orc forces her to stand with her hands by her sides, "As you can see, our first offering is a ripe young Elf maiden. Raised in the country, she'll do any work you want from her. Her wide hips and big titties are going to make a great breeder out of her." As he says this he gropes one of the nubile elf-girl's breasts. "And of course, as an Elf you can expect many centuries of fertility from her!" As he says this last part the naive girl begins to cry. A small bidding war begins; before a fat, hulking ogre walks up to the stage to claim her. She sobs in front of her 8 foot tall owner and then is led away.

Next Melissa is sold off. She stands defiantly as the huge orc tells how her fame for music is so great that even those of the evil realms have heard of her. The othe girls gasp at this revelation, but the bard only hangs her head. That Melissa! "... Also famous is her legendary chastity, which she claims preserves the purity of her art! We'll see about that; she'll make a great entertainment and a fantastic fuck." Said the actioneer. After a more spirited bout of bidding, she's bought by a herald clad in armor. He claims to represent the lord of the Iceland in the north, where they are said to be humans who the foulest sort of sorcery: Necromancy. The herald loudly explains how his lord sent him to acquire the finest art for his court from the fallen elf kingdoms to celebrate their victory.

The wood elf is brought up next, she glares defiantly at her captors. When the orc begins to speak, she spits at him. He only laughs and explains that "this one has spirit, she'll take some more training but she'll withstand all the more punishment!" Much to the rebellious girl'e horror, she's sold off to a group of scaly tan-green lizard-men, the scaly cold-blooded raiders of the desert. She struggles as the huge reptiles clutch their new prize and drag her off the stage.

Next Kali the wiry blonde human mercenary is brought up, the whole time struggling and cursing the orcs for betraying her. She's so strong the fat orc calls out two assistants who hold her arms to her side. He displays the scars and tattoos which cover her erotically athletic body, explaining how as a proud warrior she has the spirit of ten girls. Dispite this he says her price will be lower since customers want to buy elves at this auction to celebrate the end of that pompous race. She's still huffing from this indignity when she's bought by a gigantic minotaur, causing her to swear and fight harder. But she is no match for the bulk of her huge new owner.

The voluptuous dark elf sorceress Edrya is brought up, her almost blue-black hair cascading over her blue-grey skin and contrasting with her bright red eyes. Her thick curves make the audience hunger for her femininity. It is explained that like a high elf she will live immortally long, and her magic grants her unnatural fertility and health. The powerful witch tries to keep a brave face, but the dispair shows through when the orc announces that the Spider Clan has purchased her. She screams in terror as she is carried off by gigantic, human-sized spiders.

Only Talia and her handmaiden now remain on the side of the stage. The servant girl id trembling, and reaches out for the only familiar hand. Too proud to show weakness, Talia refuses to take it until a few seconds latet Cynthia is taken up to the stage. The feminine high-Elf servant is advertised as extremely submissive and well trained in domestic service. She stands meekly with her eyes down and her hands by her sides. She is bought by the chieftain of a goblin tribe, and a dozen of the disgusting short green creatures swarm the stage to take her away.

Talia looks at the cheering crowd of dispicable monstrosities. The huge orc berzerker and his fat, piggish cheftain father. The pack of stinky hyena-man hybrid gnolls, the elf girl already hidden in a group if them. Several more of the fat, hulking green ogres stand around the one kissing the struggling Violet. Two huge, ugly, scaly trolls. The herald of the necromancer king and Melissa; kneeling defeated beside him. The lizard men, licking and tasting the squirming lithe wood elf girl. A huge minotaur general and his entourage, with Kali already on her knees, glaring up with one of his gigantic testicles in her stetched mouth. Several giant spiders, one of them finishing spinning a web cocoon over the weakly struggling Edrya. The squabbling goblin family who have already stripped and begun fondling Cynthia. Also in the crowd Talia can see a throng of other monstrosities. Two giant Cyclops stand looking dumb. A huge tangle of twisted green vines is beside them, some of the flowers moving unsettlingly like eyes. A group of beast-men, who look like anthropomorphic goats, sheeps, and horses all mill about. Behind them scuttle a clump of some gigantic, black, roach-like insects that suck to the shade of a tarp apparently strung up for them.

Finally an orc jerks her by the arm and the Elf princess is numbly led up to the bidding stage. As she is lead up, Talia is terrified that they will discover who she is, but another part of her wonders if it would get her better treatment. She has no idea if they know that she's the last surviving heir to Illyen, but she's afraid they've been saving her for last for this reason. Regardless of her fears, she narrows her eyes in hatred and sets her face in defiance as she is at last at the center of the stage.

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