Mell, The Daughter of a Fisherman.

Your name is Mell.

You are a beautiful young woman from the seaside town of Grant.
You are beautiful. Your hair is long and dark, auburn waves reaching down to your back. Your skin is of a similar hue, an almost caramel shade of brown, a product of many generations of sunshine beating down on your people. Your years spent on your fathers fishing boat have shaped you into a fit and healthy girl of hearty spirit and stout character.

You and your father were taking a shipment of chilled fish up to the nearby knights academy when the band of rouges came upon you. A pair of arrows felled the horses at the front of your cart as a group of men came roaring out of the woods. Father jumped from the cart to defend you, but his old broadsword proved to be in-effectual against the bandits. As you made to run away, you saw him fall to the ground. You fear him to be dead.
You didn't make it very far as a green-skinned orc grabbed you by the waist.
"Well, well, look at you! You're a tasty little thing, aren't you?"
Big enough to lift you off the ground with a single hand, the broad-shouldered man ogles your buxom form. He pulls a knife from his belt and snips the strings at the back of your dress. The front of your garment falls away, exposing your bare breasts too the group of roughnecks. A collective cry of appreciation rings out.
The orc tosses you into the arms of a scarred elf woman. As you struggles to stand, She roughly fondles your breasts.
"Do you think the boss'll notice if we go a few rounds with her?"
The elf tears at your dress, the now-useless garment coming apart in her hands and falling to the dirt.
She shoves you forward and you tumble to the ground at the feet of a wolfman.
The wolfman towers over you with a toothy grin, his thick red cock pushing his loincloth aside as it comes to attention.
"I mean, we can't do anything to her downstairs. But I'd say her face is fair game, right?"

You plead with them as the wolfman grabs a thick chunk of your hair and lifts you up.
"Please..."
"Shut up, bitch." He says as he shoves his cock in your mouth. He barely lasts two minutes before he cums. You crumple to the dirt, **** on his hot jizz.
They drag you back to their own carts, with you kicking and screaming. They lock you in iron manacles for your journey to their lair.