They help themselves to *all* the bounties of the temple...

"Boys," laughs the orc leader, "Bring some good food out of that storeroom. I think I saw some of that elven wine too, let's have a sample!"

A couple orcs grin heartily and turn back to the room they found you in. A few more fan out to the rest of the temple, seemingly searching the building for something else to steal.

"Savage brutes," you squeal, "Are you even more mean and lowly than a common thief? You would defile a holy place with your base desires?"

The orc leader lets out a booming laugh, "We intend to do a lot of defiling before we're done here. Don't rush to judgement so quickly though my little jewel, you haven't tried it yet. Perhaps you'd take our side."

"**** is too good for your kind," you spit back.

He sighs, and gestures to the one he called Reg, holding his hand out. Reg whispers a few words over the big orc's fist, then, without warning, the orc leader whips that fist back around, cracking you around the side of the head.

Your head explodes in pain, the breath is knocked out of you, and you collapse, seeing stars. The **** of his blow was so great you fear he might have killed you. You reach up to your face, still ringing out in pain, feeling it. You pull your hand away, expecting to see blood, but see nothing.

"We don't want to kill you, or ruin any of that famous elven beauty," he says, "but I won't hesitate to inflict a little pain if need be. We have our methods to ensure it doesn't leave a mark."

Still clutching your head, all you can do is glower up at him through the pain.

"Boss, we've found a lot. Looks like these elves were stockpiling for the grand opening," say two of the orcs, dragging several large crates out of the storeroom, "More than enough to go around."

"Excellent, excellent," says the leader, "Let's start to dig in. We can enjoy the food and drink as we search this place. Perhaps we'll even share with our little elven friend here."

He turns to you, "You like wine? I've heard it drives you elves wild. That you can't handle your liquor."

You shake your head vigorously, "Someone of my station would never be party to the consumption of inebriants."

"Come on," he says, swigging directly from a bottle, then offering it to you, "How can you know you don't like it if you've never tried?"

You pull your face away and tightly purse your lips shut.

"Well, if we're not getting it into you that way we'll have to find another route," he says, as the nearby orcs all begin to laugh.

The other orcs begin to return from throughout the temple as well, dragging various foodstuffs, treasures, or artifacts. They laugh and banter with one another as they help themselves to the food and **** they looted. You find yourself tied to a pew and left more or less to your own devices for this period.

A twinge of pain shoots through your stomach. You haven't eaten all day. Indulgence is sinful, after all. You look longingly at the food the orcs are tearing through. Your gaze lingers for longer than you meant, and one of them catches it.

"Looks like our little elf wants to join in," he says.

The orc leader walks over to you, removing you from the pew and leading you to where the rest of the orcs are sitting.

"Changed your mind about that drink?" he says.

You shake your head, "J-just hungry."

"Tsk. Drink first, then maybe you can eat after," he says, bringing a bottle to your lips.

Again you turn your face away, "T-th-then I will just have to g-go without."

"Stubborn little bitch," he says, "We'll have to intervene for your own good. Can't have you wasting away, can we lads?"

The orcs laugh.

The orcs grab you, pulling off your gauzy outer layers. They push you over the pews, tieing you with your belly and head down. Your rear end protrudes outwards and upwards. One orc picks up a clay pot, while another pulls aside your undergarment from the back. He slides it up and over one of your large ass cheeks, leaving the back of your testicles, your anus and your perineum exposed to the cool air. The other orc reaches into the pot with his fingers, then you feel him drag them across your anus, leaving something wet and oily behind.

You shudder at the sensation, your head swimming as you try to make sense of what is happening. The orc begins to massage the outside of your anus with the oil, going round and round the opening, until it is extremely slick. Then he slips an oiled digit inside.

You scream involuntarily as the finger slips inside you. It hurts a little, but it's more the shock and the strange new sensations that make you cry out. The orcs laugh, as the finger in your hole pumps in and out a few times, thoroughly lubricating your tiny sphincter. He pushes it inside again, and massages the walls of your rectum. You let out a sound that could be described as a moan. What is this sensation?

You have very little time to ponder these new feelings, however, as he withdraws his finger. It is almost immediately replaced with something colder and harder, which you realize is the mouth of a bottle. The orcs roughly **** it in, and you squeal in pain.

As soon as the mouth is fully inside you, they invert the bottle, and you feel a cool liquid flow into you from behind. Immediately the inside of your anus and rectum begins to burn, and you feel the liquid deeper into you. Your inner sphincters relax somewhat, and the liquid begins to flow up into your intestines.

After a few moments, you hear someone whisper an incantation, and you feel the flow increase, as if it has been pressurized. You begin to feel yourself fill uncomfortably, as your insides continue to burn. A few more moments, and the bottle leaves your anus, only to be immediately replaced by another.

"Drink deep my little whore," you hear, "We're sorry you drove us to this, but not that sorry."

As your insides are flooded with what you figure must be wine or some other ****, your head starts to spin. Maybe it's the position you're in, maybe you're already drunk, or maybe it's something in between, but you're really feeling it. Your face goes hot and flushes, and when you try to move you find it difficult and uncoordinated. You begin to experience the urge to urinate.

The orcs remove the second bottle and **** a stopper into your anus. Then they leave you there and continue your merriment.

You don't know how much time passes, but by the time they return to move you your vision is swimming and you can barely think. They untie you and pick you up, which is lucky because you don't think you could stand.

The orcs carry you over to the altar, already laid out for tomorrow's ritual. They hoist you up, with two holding your torso, then two more grab a leg each, spreading them wide. An orc removes the stopper from your asshole, and before you understand what is happening, you begin to spray a mixture of wine and whatever else was inside your ass and intestines all over the altar and your sacred implements. As this flows from your asshole, you lose control of your bladder, and you begin to urinate on the altar as well.

The orcs hold you there until you are completely empty, laughing as the streams weaken until you're just dripping on the floor. Once it's clear you're done, they move back and place you back in the pews.

They roughly grab the globes of your ass and fondle your chest underneath your now filthy undergarment. You feel a finger enter your anus again, and let out another strange moan.

Again the orcs push you over with your rump in the air.