"Get up."
A giant hand yanked Tariel up by her hair and she had to bite her bottom lip to muffle a soft whimper of pain. After all, it was no caress, and the awareness of what was awaiting her did not make it any better. Bolg had already skillfully stepped on the chains, keeping her hands in one place, so she would not be able to move right now. No matter how much she would try to fight, she would not win this fight. For although she was not weak (being an elf, she could not be weak), this orc was not only twice as big as she was, but at least thrice as strong.
What was quite surprising to her, though, was that until now he had caused her pain but never truly hurt her. One would say that he had even cared for her in a strange, orcish way. Probably that was why she felt so terrible; it could be nothing but pity that pushed him to such merciful deeds. But what did he await in return for that? For she would definitely not give him willingly what he wanted. There was nothing she could do for him as a thank-you.
The green eyes moved slightly up, filled with anger and disgust as she looked at the wide black face above her, now adorned with a rather terrible smile and a lustful look in his mismatched eyes. When he seemed to be happy, or at least satisfied, Tauriel thought that he looked even more abominable than usually, and that woke an inexplicable hatred in her heart. Maybe it was the knowledge of what he would now do to her. Or maybe the rest of good feelings she could have ever had for him had already disappeared and whatever made him happy made her angry.
"You are disgusting," she growled, spitting at his feet, what definitely did not please him. A grimace of irritation appeared on his face and he pulled on her hair once more, bringing another small whine from her lips. That sound seemed to satisfy him, at least enough to make him smile again. This time, she dared not look into his eyes again.
"No matter how disgusting I am, you will have to stand me, if you want to live," he whispered, leaning down deeply, so his mouth almost touched her pointy ear. Closing her eyes, she shivered with detestation, but managed to swallow any mean comment that would try to get out. No; she would stand him, she knew that. She did want to live, after all, and although the price for it would be so terribly high, she was more willing to pay it than to die.
Who knows, though, maybe once he was done with her, she would change her mind; maybe after that, she would even beg him for mercy so he would kill her.
Her heart, although strangely weak, kept pounding desperately in her heaving heavily chest. Forcing herself to raise her eyelids once more, the elf chewed on her bottom lip, as if that could prevent her from doing anything, but she knew that would not do. He had decided what her fate would be, and he would not retreat now.
Tipping Tauriel's chin up, Bolg looked at her with visible pleasure painted on his ugly features. Even when she turned her face, trying to bit his finger, he only chortled quietly and slapped her in the face, but this strike was not strong enough to hurt her too much; there would be a red mark on her skin, but it would disappear after a while, and he was sure that all of her teeth would remain untouched.
He needed not use any words to make her obey; maybe now she was not a good she-elf, but she would be in a moment. He would make sure about it. After all, he had so many other prisoners before her... so many other lovers, if he could call them like that...
But there had never been anyone like her. Tauriel had caught his eye during their battle. She was strong and full of fiery will in her heart. She was young and fierce, not as dull as the rest of his kin. Hardly ever did he decide to mate with other orcs. There were orc women, but in his mind, they were all ugly and disgusting; probably that was what the elven captain saw in him. Nevertheless, even despite the lack of seeing in his eye, he was considered a handsome man and a good match amongst his kin. Moreover, he was an important person, therefore there were many that would try to get his attention, many that would try to seduce him and have him choose them as his partner in hopes he would let them carry his children.
And yet, there was not even one she-orc that would be the mother of his children, even though so many would consider it wise for him to choose one from amongst them and care for the survival of his line. To him, those women were nothing more but the last ones he would only choose when there was no-one else he could use for satisfying his desires.
No longer would it be necessary. Now, he had this fiery-haired woman right before him. The one he had wanted since he had first seen him. Her fair skin was so soft and tempting; nothing like the thick armour-like skin of the others of his kin. Besides, he noticed that she would not let him touch her without any fight, while the she-orcs actually imposed themselves on him. That was a wonderful change to him.
To Tauriel's surprise, the orc's grip on her hair suddenly loosened and he let go of her. Panting heavily, she tried to pull on the chains, but he only laughed huskily, shaking his head. No, he would not move away from her. The only thing he wanted to do was to get rid of his armour that right now was more of a bother than anything else. This chamber was one he would always be safe in, especially when she was kept in shackles, like right now, therefore he needed not be afraid of wearing nothing. And if he was now to take her, to claim her as his after so long a waiting, it had to be done properly.
It took a while, to pull the parts of his armour out of his skin and toss them away. Whenever one left his body, he hissed with relief and with surprise, Tauriel noticed that when he paid no attention to her, kneeling on the floor, this expression on his face could wake a weird pain in her chest. Or maybe it was the sight of deep cuts in his skin...
How much had he gone through? Or more importantly, who had done something like that to him? Had it been done with his consent or not? She had known that orcs did everything to make themselves invincible, but the cost for that was terrible; now, she could see it perfectly, when Bolg's face betrayed how happy he was that he could get rid of the metal parts of his skeleton. It had to be very painful...
It could not last too long, though, and Tauriel was aware of that. Once the armour was pushed aside, the orc returned his attention to the little elf on the floor, and when he smirked down at her, once again she felt the same disgust. Her stomach protested, but she forced herself to calm down; it seemed that Bolg had noticed that, for his smile widened and he ran his claws through her hair.
"Remember that if you decide to throw up here, you will have to sleep in your mess," he warned her, then pulled off his loincloth, revealing his need, which she had tried to ignore until now. No longer was she able to do it.
It was big; definitely too big for her, pulsating strangely, covered with a liquid that looked strange to Tauriel. No, she was not that innocent; although she had never been close with a man, not even kissed in the lips, she had seen several men naked, the majority of them by accident, of course. But none of them looked like this. Elven bodies were perfectly proportional, while Bolg's body was far from that. His arousal rather scared than excited her; that was not what she had expected from her first time. That was not what it should look like.
Still keeping his fingers tangled in her hair, he moved slightly closer, rubbing his length against Tauriel's cheek and she clenched her eyelids, trying not to cry. The man who had killed the only one she had ever been so close to loving; the man who had abducted her, and now was keeping her in a place like this... he could not be the first one to claim her like this. Intimacy such like this was reserved for those who loved each other. She had dreamt of a night full of delicacy mixed with desire. Tension that would lead naturally to soft touches which would then turn into an act of love and passion.
Not that.
Bolg, though, seemed not to see that desperation in the other's face, or if he did see it, he ignored it completely. The she-elf was now his property, and since he needed her right now, and she deserved a punishment, there was no reason for him to even try to understand her.
The tip of his length touched her clenched tightly lips, and he pushed lightly, what made her whimper quietly as his pre-come covered her mouth. She looked so desirable like this, completely under his control, at the very verge of begging for him to stop but daring not say a word, knowing that not only would it not work, but also that it would make her situation worse. She was so smart... and that made him want her more.
One more gentle slap to her cheek brought a gasp from her, and the orc used the moment when she at last opened her mouth to slide himself inside. With an awful hiss of pleasure, he pulled on her hair, looking down at her when tears at last bedewed her pale cheeks. However, although this delightful sight did fill his heart with satisfaction, he knew that it would not be the end. Whether she wanted it or not, he would make her enjoy that. For what else could be as pleasurable as his lover screaming his name in pure bliss?
First, though, he would have his share. Having made sure that Tauriel raised her eyes at last so they would meet his, he grinned and began to move his hips in a fast, rough pace. He would not care about what she felt right now; now, she was not his lover. She was his toy, his pet, getting to know where her place was. It would be right there, on her knees, before him, for a fairly long time, for he would not resign from her that easily, and there was no chance she could escape.
Tauriel did now know how much longer she would be able to stand it. His need was too big for her to try to do anything, and even when she bared her teeth, hoping she would hurt him, he only growled in pleasure, apparently finding this friction even more pleasant than the warmth and tightness of her mouth. Her stomach protested against the terrible smell that filled her nostrils and the foul taste on her tongue. There could be nothing or no-one more disgusting than having her mouth taken by an orc like that.
If that was to be repeated, she was now sure she would end up begging that very orc for mercy, hoping he would spare her any more suffering and simply take her life away.
But then, she remembered that there was a reason for him to keep her there, untouched. He would not kill her that easily if he wanted to have someone to satisfy his desires like that. No longer was she the captain of the guard in Mirkwood; banished, she found her new place, by that orc's side, as his toy.
Trying to ignore the stench, Tauriel closed her eyes, almost out of breath, being gagged by Bolg's huge manhood. Pushing her head towards him, then pulling away, he made sure that her whole mouth would be explored properly. However, he wished not to suffocate her, therefore seeing her turning red, he backed away for a short while. This time, he needed not to fight for her to open her mouth. Breathing desperately, she did not care enough to press her lips together, and he easily slid back in, resuming his previous pace, grunting with bliss.
When he neared his climax, he grinned even wider, looking down as his little she-elf. The throbbing alarmed her, too, and she opened her eyes, even though tears shone in them, and raised them up until her sight crossed with the orc's.
"You said your meal was not good," he hissed, pushing her with even more strength onto his member and she felt tears roll down her cheeks. "Now, have your better meal."
And with a quiet growl he ejaculated straight into her throat, gagging her. Tauriel was too scared of what would happen if she tried to fight to even think of protesting, even though the feeling of his hot, thick seed heading down her esophagus, right into her stomach. She wished she had not eaten that day, for it was nauseating, and she knew she could not allow herself to vomit in that room; she would not stand that smell in the room she would have to sleep in; the odour of an orc was already too much.
After a while, Bolg pulled out and Tauriel caughed out some of his sperm that still remained in her throat. Trembling, she did not notice that the orc knelt down right before her. Only when he put his hand on her shoulder, she shivered, and pulled on her own hand so she could try to push him away. Yet he kept the chains under his knee, making sure she would not try to fight. Or even if she tried, she would not succeed. Seeing her struggle like that was so adorable and the need that was still not sated, grew even stronger.
Trying to shrug off the orc's claws, she realized that his other hand had already begun to roam across her body, bringing goosebumps onto her skin. It was strange to her, but this touch, though so rugged, was not completely unpleasant; her body did not fight against him touching her, even though her mind screamed in protest. Bolg, however, had already spotted that there was not enough will in Tauriel to battle him now. Her flesh yearned for his touch, and he would gladly give it to her. He would at last mark her as his.
With a smirk, he used the hand on her shoulder to push her onto the cold floor and she gasped at the feeling of the cold surface against her skin. Her nipples hardened against her will, what caused a deep blush to crawl onto her cheeks. Especially when Bolg pressed her wrists to the ground on either side of her head as he towered over her, pushing her legs to the sides with his knees. After what she had already been through, she was too weak to fight, and he understood that now, while she was still conscious, was the best time to bring her to ecstasy.
The hateful look in the green eyes of the elf had turned into something between begging and curiosity, mixed with fear and nervousness. Her mind did not want him close, but her body betrayed her.
Moving her hands up, above her head, he held them right there with one of his hands, the other one moving between her legs and finding the warm, already wet cavern he would soon explore thoroughly. His fingers massaged the pink nub quickly, soon forgetting about gentleness, but putting not enough force to make it hurtful for her. After all, it was going to be a prize for her.
On the other hand, it would be also a punishment; he would plant that dark desire inside of her, defile her pure body, make her hate and love it at the same time, yearn for it and curse.
Tauriel bit her lips, not wanting for any moan to slip out of them, even though she knew that she would not be able to fight with herself for too long. Just as much as her head hated this feeling of an orc touching her, her body enjoyed it very much, and she had to admit to herself that actually all Bolg had done to her by that time was in a sense quite arousing. No-one had ever pushed her so far, no-one had ever made her so humble. He was strong and he knew how to use it against her, moreover, he was very skilled at pleasing women.
An unpleasant thought of how many other women he had used that way rushed through her mind, but it soon disappeared, hushed up by the desires of her body. Gasping, she at last let out a moan, rather louder than she would have ever wished to release, especially in a situation like this. Her hips moved towards the touch and Bolg laughed quietly. Not that long ago she had told him he would not touch her; and yet, there he was, touching her freely, for although he did keep her hands in one place, he would bet that if he let go of them, she would react just the same.
While her mind beat against him, her body desired him.
Her orgasm came sooner than she had expected. Truth be told, she had not thought this creature would be able to bring her that far, but now, she was squirming under his teasing, mewling like a little kitten. But that was not enough for him, and he did not stop. Making another step, he used his thumb to caress her clitoris while his forefinger at last made its way into her, the place where he would soon be. Having not been given time to calm down, the elf kept struggling against her tiredness and pleasure she felt. This mixture was too intense for her to keep quiet. Although there were so many other orcs behind the door, she moaned loudly, curling her fingers and toes while her hips, as though on their own, moved under Bolg's touch.
Sliding another finger in and moving both in a fairly quick pace, the orc leant down and began to nibble on the woman's pointy ear. It was said to be one of the most sensitive spots on elf's body, and in this case this theory was completely true. Tauriel let out another groan of pleasure mixed with shame. To be pleasured by a monster! Who would have ever thought!
His lips made their way down, kissing, licking and nipping on the fair skin; he could feel her chest move under his own and it aroused him even further; soon, he would not be able to stand this pressure and he would simply take her in the most rampageous of ways. She was making it all so much more wonderful; no human or orcish woman would ever manage to excite him so much; she was one of the kind, and now, she would be his.
The pleasure, though, soon turned into pain when Bolg started sinking his teeth in the crook of her neck. Several droplets of blood sprinkled her pale skin and she whimpered, balancing between two so different but so similar feelings.
Luckily for her, this torture did not last too long; however, that was not the end of what he had planned for her. For although he had moved his lips away from her neck, now he headed towards her chest and a smirk adorned his features. The motions of his fingers pumping in and out of her sped up when he at last took care of her breast. His mouth was big enough to fit almost all of it in, and that was a weapon he would use against her. If she had been trying to fight her pleasure before, now her body went completely numb, and she would not try that again that night.
Tauriel hated herself for the bliss she could feel from the moves of the orcish fingers inside of her and the tongue licking all around her breast. When Bolg was sure enough that she would not try to fight, he slid the hand that until now had been holding her wrists to her other breast, squeezing it forcefully and pinching on the nipple. No matter how hard the woman bit her lips, moans and whimpers kept escaping her, even when he switched his mouth with his hand, and before she noticed, she reached her orgasm again, even more violent than the previous one.
Once he at last pulled his fingers out of her, Tauriel was already completely exhausted. Her body was not used to being treated like that, and she needed rest. But Bolg was not willing to give it to her right now. He was not finished yet.
His tongue found the blood drops on her neck and began licking it off with husky purrs coming from his throat. She was delicious. And now, he would taste her even further.
With her eyes closed, Tauriel laid on the floor that no longer was so cold, but rather heated by the warmth of her body which was now covered in sweat. For a moment, she was convinced that he had finished with her; that she would be able to sleep, even if for a little while, but the new intense feeling soon proved her wrong.
Having put his face between her thighs, Bolg had now started tasting the warm entrance he had been pleasing with his fingers just a moment before that. Quite desperate to feel the flavour of her ecstasy on his tongue, he did not even try to begin slowly; pushing himself deep into her, he kept his hands on her hips, holding them still. His tongue swirled inside of her quickly and with terror Tauriel realized that it would last even shorter than it had before. Her hands, at last free, rested on his own, trying to push them away, but he was too strong; only after a while, he moved one of his hands, but only to return to teasing the pink, swollen nub, driving her completely mad.
No longer having any strength to protest, she fell almost limp onto the floor, letting the orc pleasure her. Tears, now mixed with sweat, covered her whole face, what was pretty visible, for her cheeks were dirty and dusted from the journey. She definitely did not look like a noble elf anymore, but to Bolg, she looked even more beautiful than ever.
Especially when she climaxed once more, arching her back and clenching her insides around his tongue. Her taste was even more delicious than he had ever expected.
Letting her rest for a short while, he then crawled back up and positioned himself against her entrance, now ready to contaminate her completely. After that, no other orc would ever try to touch her, for she would be forever marked as his own.
"You... you are a monster," she panted, looking at his face, so close to her own right now. Bowing his lips in a nasty smile, Bolg caressed her cheek.
"But you like it, don't you."
Tauriel did not answer; of course her body loved it, but she hated herself for that. And him even more for the fact that he was the one doing that to her. Her virginity, her purity, everything would be now lost, only because some orc's endless lust.
No longer did he wait. With one rough thrust he pushed himself into her, making her scream with pain; but he did not let her get used to the new feeling, even though he knew very well that he was now filling her to the brim. Tauriel was sure he would rip her, but nothing like that happened; it was just as if her body tried to convince her that it was what was meant to be, but she knew that it was not natural. No orc should mate with an elf. Not in such a nasty way...
Her whimpers of shame intertwined with moans of pleasure as Bolg moved inside of her. His hands hooked her legs around his hips before finding their way up to her breasts once more to begin to squeeze and pinch them roughly. The noises escaping her soon were muffled, too, as he pressed his mouth to her own. She would not say it was a kiss; she did not return that awful deed that made her stomach protest once more; she could feel a taste of old blood on her tongue while he claimed her lips like that.
Speeding up, Bolg pushed his tongue into her mouth, exploring it, trying to convince her that she would do better if she returned the affections, but she remained motionless, cursing herself when she felt the tension filling up her abdomen. No, she could not come again. Not with him...
But the orc would make sure she could feel this pleasure – and that he would feel it at the same time. His thrusts became even faster and deeper than before as he growled into her mouth, his hands kneading her breasts roughly. All of that together mixed with the sensitivity of her body pushed her once more to the sheer bliss she wished she could experience with someone else. Feeling her orgasm, Bolg held her hips in one place and gave one final thrust, ejaculating inside of her, grunting as he did so.
The strange feeling of fullness was not enjoyable anymore. Tauriel whimpered when Bolg pulled out of her after several minutes, chortling as he saw some of his seed sip out of her. That was the last thing she could see before she lost her consciousness.
Knowing he had done a good job, Bolg stood up and having put all of his armour pieces into his body once more, he left without a word.