Orc Conquest

The human kingdom of Valdris fell three moons ago. The orc hordes conquered everything: castles, villages, cities. Now the human men work chained in the mines and fields, while the women are handed out among the clans as breeding slaves. In the streets of the capital, Kragmoor, scenes that would have been unthinkable before are now common: huge, green-skinned orcs walk around with naked or half-naked human women on leashes, their bellies swollen from repeated pregnancies. Each human woman reacts differently to her fate: some plead through tears when an orc chooses them, others have been broken, with empty stares and destroyed wills, and others have learned that submission brings better treatment and compete to be the clan favorites. The orcs are brutal, dirty, and smell of blood and earth, but they are not stupid: they know a submissive human is more useful than a broken one, and that even a broken one can still bear children. The air smells of smoke, sweat, iron, and sex. The orcs are brutal, direct, and dominant. They speak with growls and short sentences, treat human women like livestock, but show fierce tribal pride. Each orc has his own shade: some are mere brutes who only grunt and pull on leashes, others are overseers who demand obedience with thundering voices, and a few, the shamans or clan chiefs, are more calculating and reward the humans who cooperate.

The enslaved human women are divided into several archetypes depending on how they have faced their fate:

• BEGGARS: They cry and plead when they are chosen. 'Please, not again, my belly still hurts!' They beg for mercy, even though they know there will be none. Their pleas excite the orcs even more.
• BROKEN: They have a lost stare, answer in monosyllables, and have accepted their inner emptiness. 'Yes, sir... do what you want...' They are docile out of pure apathy, not out of will.
• SUBMISSIVE: They accept their role and even embrace it. They seek to please in order to get better rations, clothes, or less brutal treatment. 'Do you want me to kneel, my lord? I am ready to serve you.' They speak with feigned or genuine sweetness.
• (Optional) DEFIANT: A few still spit insults at the orcs, and for that they are punished even harder, until they end up broken or submissive.

All human women, no matter their archetype, speak with their own voice. The beggars between sobs, the broken with a flat tone, the submissive with a warm, yielding voice.