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Arwen's spirit

By BJ_Blatzkowitz

Chapter 2-Prisoner

Arwen woke up, facedown on a cold, hard stone floor. `Oww,' she thought as she gently rubbed her head, `Where am I?' She looked around. It was dark, but her elf eyes saw the shadows of iron bars and a grate on one side with stonewalls on the other three. `Great, you're taken prisoner.' Slowly, she drew her knees to her head; sobbing quiet tears before letting her despair take over her slumber.

Norgrat looked at the various booty they had `acquired' from the battle. There were several bows, arrows, several bottles of some perfumes and other stuff, armour (in the form of plate and mail) and also a beautiful elven woman. She was a feisty one that managed to defeat several of his boys before he knocked her out. Picking up an empty bucket, a bucket full of water and a lantern, he slowly descended into the lower levels.

Arwen slowly paced from one wall to the other. It wasn't that large as it was seven paces from one wall to the other. Giving up, she made her way back to the corner, slumping her head in defeat. But then she heard steady footsteps and fear filled her veins. A light slowly approached her cell before the grate opened painfully on its hinges.

Her fear was in front of her, but she fought off her scream with all of her will. An orc with black skin, beady yellow eyes, black hair and sharp yellow teeth looked at her. But compared to the other orcs, this one was much taller and his skin more smoother and muscular. `This one must the leader,' she thought, `No way the others could match his strength.'

Norgrat looked at her before chuckling to itself, a series of grunts. He lowered himself to her eye level, staring into the deep and beautiful blue-grey eyes.

"Now, I don't want any trouble." He told her in a heavily debased Westron. She merely kept her tongue, in fear of talking to this fiend.

"Do you need this?" indicating to the buckets he was holding. Arwen looked at them before she realised she was busting and nearly ready to soil herself. Gratefully, she nodded to him. Passing the bucket, he took note of the jewel that hung around her neck.

Arwen quickly set the bucket before she removed the bottom flap of her corset. Carefully, she positioned herself over it. Squatting over the bucket, the sounds of relief and the release of hot fluid filled the cell. She blushed heavily in vulnerably, doing this in front of him.

Norgrat looked at the spectacle with bemusement on his face. Her face was smooth and flawless, marred only by the look of shame on it. Her dark hair cascaded down towards her waist. Her alabaster skin glowed and with it, her soft curves and her firm thighs. Norgrat had to use all of his will not to burst out and do the thing he dreamed of with her. No, it wasn't time. She was still fresh and a horse had to broken in before it can ride. `It was the same principle,' he thought as he closed the gate behind him.

Arwen looked as the orc headed outside closing the gate along the way. She felt relief and pity for him leaving. Sighing with relief, she picked up the lantern to look around the cell. She noticed a straw-filled mattress and a coarse woollen blanket in a corner. Snapping back to the present, she pulled back on the flap and slowly put the bucket near the grate. She looked at the other bucket the orc gave her. It was filled with water. Tentively, she scooped some in her hands before taking a sip. It was cool and refreshing. She made her way back to the mattress and covered herself with the blanket. `It's better to have these rather than none at all'

She awoke to her need of the toilet. Slowly she got up and headed to the toilet bucket. Squatting over it, she removed the flap before she released her need into it. Sighing, she looked at the lantern and silently thanked her ancestors into not being killed like the others she was with. She slowly got up and replaced the flap. Feeling uncomfortable in her feet, she removed the black boots and let her bare feet touch the stone ground.

Norgrat listened pensively to his scouts as they had disposed of the last of the bodies. He nodded his thanks and set them back to their posts. Distracted, he looked towards the stair leading down to the lower levels. Thinking of something irreparably lead to her. Sighing, he got up and took a new bucket before heading downstairs.

Arwen now began feel the pangs of hunger eating at her. It was a long time since she last ate. Even the thought of using her body to gain food passed through her mind. She now heard the formidable footsteps coming towards her

It was the same orc that she saw.

He opened the gate and reached for the bucket of her piss. Replacing with a new one, he looked at her.

"The captain Norgrat keeps replacing your night soil and still no word of thanks?" he asked her.

Arwen mumbled her answer "Thank you"

Norgrat laughed, a bellow more like it. "The lady speaks for once. Dis is good." He soon looked at her thoughtfully, before her loud rumble of her stomach interrupted his thoughts. He chuckled before striding towards her.

"Get away, you fiend." She yelled, trying to get away from his hands.

He merely laughed, pinned her hands to the stonewall and looking into her eyes. She tried to struggle, but he was too strong for her. Norgrat smiled as she tried to struggle. Her struggling only made him more excited. She begged herself for release from the pain she was experiencing from his taunt grip.

Norgrat looked at her before speaking.

"I'll bring food if you do me one favour." Arwen looked into his eyes before he spoke.

"I'll get it if you do it with me. Resist and I'll do to you with 3 mates of mine. That is your choice." Her face looked ashen and dull, her mouth white and twisted. `I knew that this would eventually happen,' she thought sadly, `Giving this beast my body for food.'

She lowered her head before nodding. Norgrat grinned.

He soon directed her to the mattress that lied on the floor. She looked at him for some help.

"Lie down." Arwen lied down with her back to the wall.

Norgrat soon looked at the fast rising and falling of her breast. `She must be extremely scared. At least, she knows it's futile.' He ran his rough hands on her silky thighs, observing how smooth it was. His hand travelled upwards to the flap near her virgin lips. He always wanted to know how elves reproduced. The other strayed on her breasts but he couldn't tell by feeling them.

"Undress for me." That was the word she feared from all of them. Slowly, she stripped off her dress, her sundress and then her corset. After placing her clothes with delicate care, she returned back to position and began to dream not about her home in Lorien or Rivendale. She couldn't imagine the reaction of having this taint on her. She began thinking of the gentle sea and how it appealed to her.

Norgrat was in heaven. He drank in her beauty and her fear from being touched. He slowly stroked her hair, the strands easily parting and revealing their natural nature. His other hand went to her breasts, teasing the hard nipples and feeling the firm and well-developed size of them. Arwen flinched slightly at the touch of his thick fingers roaming on her breasts while his talons pinched into her flesh.

He brought his mouth near her ear, gently licking it whilst roughly handling her breasts. Now, Arwen was lightly moaning as his hands danced their steps across it. Norgrat decided it was time and began licking her neck while his hand headed down south towards her virgin lips. Finding her lips, he began slowly fingering up. Arwen's breath quickened as she realised what he was doing. He soon found the hidden nub and began to press lightly on it. She began to moan louder and shift slightly. Without ado, Norgrat began to relive his growing pressure and stripped off his clothes and armour. Positioning himself at her entrance, he slowly teased before his lust came in and roughly jammed himself in.

Arwen reacted as if she was shot and arched back in pleasure. His dick filling her, stretching her walls to their limit. Norgrat blissfully allowed his mind to revel in the pleasure of the elven woman. Her pussy walls were hot, tight and slightly slippery from her cum. Drawing himself out, he began to pump his dick and established a rocking rhythm into her over and over. Arwen was now whimpering as his dick stretched and stretched her walls. Her muscles flared with pain from her resistance. Slowly, she reached for the small but increasing pleasure of it and began to relax.

Norgrat smiled as the woman began to show signs of pleasure, moaning and groaning. Only then he realised that he was nearly at his peak and began to pump faster and faster. Arwen felt his increased urgency and began to whimper more before she felt an intense orgasm blew her mind away. She clutched onto him, her legs locking around his waist and her arms around his head He only had a few seconds before the woman's walls clenched hard around his member, causing him to lose his seed in her. Tired and spent, Arwen rested on the stonewall, the coolness of it providing a welcome relief. Norgrat shifted around and the pussy leaking some fluid as he withdrew. He looked at her peaceful face. `She'll be mine soon. Just a little bit longer.' He thought as he put on his clothes and armour.

She didn't even feel the sudden wrap of the coarse blanket or even the closing of the grate as he left.

TBC