ed her up the steps, and dropped her painfully to
the ground.
"Well, what have we here," growled a voice above her.
Celebrian tried to muster up the strength to speak, but before
she could do so one of the guards spoke up.
"We snared this elf-bitch traveling through our pass, o truly
tremendous one," he replied. "There were ten others with her,
but we did for 'em, the filth."
"Hmmmmm... good work, Bagdush. So, slut, what do you have to
say for yourself? Speak up!" The guard twisted Celebrian's arm
behind her and used the leverage to force her up onto her knees.
Her vision filled with the sight of a large, muscular orc
staring down at her from the throne, a jagged iron crown on his
head.
"I am Celebrian, wife of Elrond of Rivendell," she replied,
trying to sound imperious and confident, "and he will deal
harshly with you if I am harmed."
"Har! Har! Harharhar!" The goblin king raised his gruff voice
for the hearing of his assembled court. "You hear that, boys?
Aren't we scared? Aren't we quakin' in our boots?" The orcs
roared with laughter. "Well, since we don't want to get in
trouble with.. Lord Elrond," he said with mock reverence, "I
suppose we'd better be nice to his dear lady." He glanced over
at one of the guards and nodded meaningfully; the guard scurried
off. "Yep, we'd better treat her real affectionate-like." The
goblin king reached around his waist and loosened the furs
wrapped around him. Then he fished out his erection. Celebrian's
eyes widened in terror and disgust as she viewed the thing; it
easily measured a foot long, thick as a spear, its
brownish-green skin dotted here and there with hairy warts. The
king hefted it proudly, leering down at his captive. "I'll bet
yer husband aint' got one this big. Bet you're dyin' for a taste
of it." It took Celebrian a moment to realize what he was
referring to. She shook her head, trying to back away.
"No, please, not that!" She had never dabbled in what was
commonly called "the Elvish Art," and the prospect of taking an
orc's penis into her mouth horrified her.
The goblin king laughed again. "Eh? Too bad, I've heard lots
o' stories 'bout how talented you elf girls are." The guard who
had left a minute or so ago returned, bearing a flask gingerly.
He handed it to the king, who rolled it idly in his free hand.
Letting go of his penis he unstoppered it and gestured to the
guards. "Bring her forward!"
Celebrian struggled as the guards pushed her into a kneeling
position at the very foot of the throne. He nodded, and one of
the guards pried her mouth open. Then she felt the flask forced
past her teeth, and a burning, sour liquid poured into her
mouth. The flask was removed, and the guards pinched her nose
and held her mouth shut to force her to swallow. When she did
they dropped her to the floor again. She felt a sensation like
fire coursing through her limbs. Her mouth was dry, but she felt
dampness growing between her legs. Trembling, she pushed herself
up with her hands. "What have you done to me?" she gasped,
looking up at the orc.
"The shamans call it 'dragon piss', 'cause it puts bitches
into heat," replied the king, grinning. "Makes 'em real fun to
be with, makes 'em do all sorts of things they wouldn't do
before." Against her will Celebrian's eyes were drawn to the
orc's erection, and she stifled an urge to lick her lips.
"No, please, make it stop!" she pleaded. "Don't make me..
don't.."
The orc guffawed. "Hey, I'm not doin' anything. You can do
whatever you want to." Fighting herself and losing, she moved
her head towards the orc's lap, saliva drooling out of her open
mouth. Tears ran hot down her cheeks as she thought of Elrond
and how she was about to pleasure an orc in a way that she had
never done for her husband. She tried to close her eyes, but
they remained stubbornly open as her tongue flicked out to lick
the tip of the orc's penis. The rank orc smell filled her
nostrils as she pressed her lips against his glans and began to
work the huge, scabby thing into her mouth.
Above her the goblin-king groaned, obviously enjoying her
attentions. Celebrian felt his claws dig into her scalp as he
grabbed her head and started to force it downwards. The glans
drove into her mouth, and the orc pressed her head down further,
burying her nose in his smelly pubic hair and ramming his cock
down her throat. She reached down between his legs and cradled
his balls in her delicate hand while inside her mouth her tongue
washed all around the shaft of his penis. She began to bob her
head, her lips pressed tightly around the orc shaft sliding
between them. Her sucking grew more insistent as the penis moved
in and out of her mouth. The orc's fingers tangled in her hair;
from the ragged sounds of his breath Celebrian realized that he
was nearing climax; the tears streamed from her eyes as she
considered the loathsome prospect of the brutish goblin
ejaculating into her mouth. She tried even harder to pull away,
but to no avail. She continued sucking, sucking, sucking...
The goblin-king threw back his head and growled, and his penis
jerked in her mouth as his seed squirted out. It was thick
and warm, with a bitter, salty taste; Celebrian felt it wash
over her tongue and fill her mouth before she swallowed, gulping
down the vile stuff. More orc-semen flooded in. She tried to
spit it out, but instead she drank it down like it was miruvor.
Suddenly, she felt her head pushed back from the still-spasming
cock. It hovered in front of her for just a moment, staring like
a one-eyed serpent. Then it jerked again and cum splattered
against her face, striking her in the chin. More semen, white
with tinges of yellow and green, sprayed her cheek and lips.
Slowly the flow abated, until it was just a lazy dribble of
sperm trickling onto the stone tiles. Still unable to control
herself, she extended her tongue to catch the falling drops. She
took the softening penis her mouth and cleaned off the last of
the semen, meanwhile fearing that she would never be rid of the
taste of the stuff. She leaned over and spat out some of it.
Realizing that somehow she now had control of herself she spat
again and again, wiping the slimy cum from her face with the
back of her hand.
The king laughed again, and his assembled followers did
likewise. "Can't quite make up her mind, can she?"
Celebrian looked up at him, trembling and sobbing. "What are
you going to do to me?"
"I'll let you find out for yourself," he answered. The goblin-
king turned towards one of the more fearsome orcs near his
throne. "Uzgash! Bring the wargs!"
Part Two "The Wargs"
A sharp pang of fear shot through Celebrian at the mention of
the evil wargs, wolves of great size, intelligence, and malice.
No doubt the orcs intended to watch her torn apart by the savage
beasts. But a small part of her felt relief that it would soon
be over; after what she had just been through, death seemed an
almost pleasant prospect. She did not resist when the guards
pulled her towards the center of the cave. She felt the cold
metal of a shackle clamped around her ankle. She moved her leg;
looking down, she saw that she was chained to an iron spike
driven into the rock. Then the guards withdrew, look fearfully
at something behind her. She turned, slowly, following their
gaze.
There were at least four dozen wargs, each the size of a pony,
stalking towards her out of the mouth of one of the tunnels. The
beasts walked with a slow, easy grace, glancing from time to
time at the orcs, but mostly eying her hungrily. At the head of
the pack, leading them, walked one larger than the rest, a grey-
furred wolf with an aura of majestic evil. Celebrian heard the
sound of something being set down behind her, but kept her eyes
on the advancing wargs. The wolf-chieftain stopped just in front
of her, examining her with glinting amber eyes. He licked his
chops, and it seemed almost that he was grinning. Then his body
tensed as he prepared to spring. She breathed a whispered prayer
to Elbereth that he would be quick.
The wolf leapt up soundlessly; Celbrian gave way before it and
tripped on something, falling backwards before the beast. But
instead of hitting the stone floor she landed on wooden boards.
The wolf's forepaws pressed down on her shoulders while its hind-
paws rested on the ground between her feet; the snout was inches
from her face, the white razor-sharp teeth gleaming as it looked
down at her. Was it toying with her? And why had the orcs placed
what felt like a table behind her? For the wolves' "feast"? The
wolf turned his head to one side and barked and snarled to one of
his underlings in what almost sounded like language; he repeated
his orders to several other wolves. Celebrian felt them tugging
at her dress, tearing the cloth off from several directions. She
glanced to her left and saw one wolf shredding the sleeve off of
her arm; on her right another was doing the same. Down between
her legs she saw...
Her gaze locked on the huge red penis protruding from the
warg-chief's grey-furred sheath. Suddenly realizing what was
about to happen, she struggled to get up, but the wolf bore his
weight down on her and bared his fangs, snarling viciously less
than an inch from her face. She did not dare move as he grabbed
the front of her dress in his jaws and tore it away, exposing
her firm breasts. Tauntingly he licked and nuzzled at them, his
wet pink tongue lapping at her nipples and cleavage. She
squirmed, feeling the wolf's hot breath on her neck before he
lapped at her chin, then began licking her face. She started to
move her head aside but stopped when the wolf snarled again. It
moved back down to her breasts, slurping loudly as he washed his
tongue all over her nipples. Celebrian squirmed again, in fear,
and in shame, because despite her terror and disgust she could
feel her nipples stiffening from the wolf's savage foreplay.
She felt the last of her dress torn away from her lower body,
and also the wolf fur brushing against the inside of her thighs.
She felt the tip of the wolf's penis pressed against the
entrance to her sex, and she knew there was nothing she could do
to stop him. The wolf looked down at her, staring straight into
her eyes as he drove his enormous cock into her with a single
powerful thrust. Celebrian gasped in spite of herself. So big!
It felt so... so... "No!" she told herself. "It's horrible! I'm
being raped by an animal, a wolf... evil! I must fight it,
must..." She gasped again as the wolf began pumping his cock in
and out of her, and she struggled not to acknowledge the
pleasure it was giving her. She tried to ignore the exquisite
pain of the wolf's penis stretching her with each thrust, the
tickling of the fur rubbing the inside of her legs, the sticky
wetness spreading around her sex, the rough wet tongue licking
at her rigid nipples. She could feel her climax building inside
her, and each time the wolf's cock slid in and out of her
sopping pussy it pushed her closer. Her mind recoiled from the
idea of being brought to orgasm by an animal -- worse, a servant
of darkness -- but her body did not care. She tried to block it
out by thinking of her husband -- surely he must be on his way
to rescue her! But then all she could think of was what would
Elrond think when he saw her lying there being taken by a wolf.
And the fact that the wolf had a larger penis. She squinted her
eyes and moaned as the enormous lupine cock plunged into her
again, intensely aware of every inch. Yes, at least twice as
big. She could no longer deny the pleasure it was giving her;
with each stroke her sex burned like fire. But it was not just
the sheer size of the penis that aroused Celebrian, nor the
steady, powerful, unrelenting thrusts with which the
warg-chieftain rammed its organ into her. The feelings of fear
and helplessness had merged into a weird sensual thrill, and she
gasped passionately as the grey-furred beast ravaged her like
sexual prey, the wolf using her body to satisfy its lust with
the same ferocity that it might devour a deer to satisfy it’s
hunger. But still, she fought against showing it. She struggled
to remain still and silent while the tension of her body wound
tighter and tighter. She would not give her orcish captors the
benefit of seeing a lady of the Noldor beg an animal to fuck her
harder. She would not provide them the sight of the wife of
Elrond Halfelven screaming in orgasmic bliss, impaled on a
wolf's cock. Cock! So big... so deep... so... good... no,
mustn't!... must stop! so good! must fight it!... so.... big...
so... "Ohhhhh!!!!!!!!!!!" Celebrian wrapped her legs around the
wolf's hindquarters as she threw back her head and screamed with
pleasure. "Ohh!Oh!Oh!Yes!Oh!Yes!" She ground her crotch against
the warg's, trying to drive the beast's penis deeper into her
spasming sex. "YES!Oh!oh!oh!ooooooooooohhhhhhhhhh!..." Soft
murmurings continued to escape her throat as her climax wound
down and she lay there, rolling with the force of the wolf's
thrusts. As she savored those thrusts she became aware that they
were quickening in pace. She also heard a low growl rising in
the wolf's throat. The growling grew louder, and the louder it
got the faster and harder the penis drove in and out of
Celebrian's drenched sex, each time eliciting an appreciative
gasp, until the growl became a fangs-bared snarl, the thrusts
became rapid, savage hammer-blows, and Celebrian's voice rose in
a delirious lust-crazed wail punctuated by the shriller cries of
her climaxes. Finally Celebrian felt the cock slide all the way
into her and hold there. A second later she felt it pulse,
followed by the sensation of hot warmth filling her, wolf-semen
streaming against the walls of her womb in forceful spurts.
Celebrian's scream announced her orgasm as she arched her body
against her grey-furred captor. Above her the warg raised its
head and howled. The whole pack took up their chief's call as he
reveled in his conquest, asserting his dominance over her with a
flood of semen.
The wolf slipped his cock out quickly and slid off of her.
Mustering some of her returning strength, Celebrian sat up and
watched as the warg-chief walked through his pack. The other
wolves crowded around him, pushing aside the others with snarls
and barks. Whenever the chief glanced towards one or the other
it fawned on him, as if seeking a favor of some kind. Celebrian
watched, curious. Suddenly the wolf-chief stopped and looked at
one of the larger members of the pack, then uttered a sharp
half-bark, half-growl. The other wolf rubbed appreciatively
against the chief and howled, then turned. The rest of the pack
made way as the recipient of the leader's favor trotted, head
and tail held high, towards Celebrian. Her eyes went wide when
she saw the erect penis dangling beneath him and grasped the
implications.
"Elbereth, be merciful," she whispered. "There are almost
*fifty* of them!" She slid down off of the wooden platform where
the warg-chief had raped her; his semen trickled out of her
pussy and dripped down her legs. Watching the approach of her
new bestial paramour, she sank submissively to a hands and knees
posture. She pushed her ass into the air in invitation, waiting
anxiously. She felt the wolf climb up top mount her. She tensed,
legs spread slightly, eagerly awaiting the first brutal thrust.
The wolf did not disappoint her. Soon Celebrian's body rocked
under the savagely-fucking beast, her breasts quivering with
every stroke. As her orgasm began to erupt within her, she
thought of her expected rescuers, and she whispered another
prayer to Elbereth: "Please, don't let them find me too soon!"
