GOBLIN KING

Author Unknown

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"2509: Celebrian, traveling to Lorien, is waylaid in the Redhorn Pass..." -
Return of the King, Tale of Years (Appendix B), Third Age

The raucous shouts of hundreds of Orcs echoed through the rough-hewn cavern
as the guards hauled Celebrian across the floor towards the throne. At the
foot of the dais she tripped on shreds of green cloth that were the
remnants of her dress. Cursing, one of the Uruks grabbed a handful of her
silver tresses, dragged 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 cock. 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 unstopped 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 cock, 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 the 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 cock 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 of it. 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
cheeks 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!"

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 resists 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, looking 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; Celebrian gave way before it and tripped on
something, falling backwards before the beast. But instead hitting the
stone floor she landed on wooden boards. The wolf's forepaws pressed down
on her shoulders while its hindpaws 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? 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 in 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 tits. 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 cunt, 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 the
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 its 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 pussy 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 victory, 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 onto 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 the first 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!"

THE END

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