Fan Fiction ❯ Arwen's spirit ❯ The Kindness of an orc ( Chapter 3 )

Arwen's spirit

By BJ_Blatzkowitz

Chapter 3-The kindness of an orc

Arwen woke up on the straw blanket, stiffness overcoming her joints. She slowly rose up from her blanket, only then realising that she was completely nude. Now with fear taking hold over her, she quickly headed over to her clothes lying on the stool. Taking the blanket off her, she quickly became aware of the slightly wet and sticky film on her pussy and pubic hair.

`Oh no, I hope that isn't what I think it is…' Her thoughts travelled back into what happened the day before. She remembered the agreement she did with the orc in order to secure food. Her fear gave way and she collapsed onto the floor.

`How could I sink so low?' Her tears spilled over her tender cheeks. But it was no use; she had become another fantasy for the orc for just a morsel of food. The thought of food got her stomach to rumble. Wiping away her tears, she got up and began putting on her clothes on. It was then she saw enough food on the table to feed her for several days. She thanked the Valar and began to sample her stuff.

Norgrat thanked the scouts for bringing in some food, most of it coming from the forest in the form of wild birds and wild fruits. Luckily, he had also still had the dreaming water he had acquired from the raid they did on that girl's party. He had poured some into the herb wine so she'll last for him. The dreaming wine caused the drinker to slumber a peaceful dream, whether they were orcs or elves. This wouldn't cause her to die out on him. He looked at the scratches on the wall, indicating the number of days they had her with them. It was almost a week; the elven party had probably given up of searching the bodies of the fallen.

Arwen took up a spoon and began spooning in several gulps of hot soup. It was soft and creamy, a slice of heaven for her empty stomach. Taking a rough cup of wine, she tasted it. The wine sloshed around her mouth. It had some bittersweet taste; yet very refreshing from the constant water she drank. Looking at the amount of food, she decided to save some for tomorrow. Now getting sleepy, she headed towards the mattress and pulling the blanket around her.

Only later did Arwen awake, her pussy throbbing for release of the night soil. Taking off the flap covering her pussy, she squatted over the bucket and released her liquid onto it. `How much longer,' she wondered as she did up the flap, `When would Father or Grandfather come for me?' She had lost track of time during her gloomy capture, but she guessed it was almost a week since the ambush. `When would the orc let me go?' But she knew the answer to that. `He won't let you go. You're just another fantasy for him. Until you die or not up to his fantasies, he'll keep fucking you.' She shuddered at this remark, not knowing what could happen.

Norgrat became more and more restless in his pants as he helped the uruk-hai haul some more wood and water into their hideout, a barrow. The barrows were the perfect place to hide as they could easily hide in the shadowy fog that never lifts. Also the Elves never pass this way, as they could not risk the wrath of the barrow-wights that lived here. But that doesn't mean that they should be prepared if they decided to come. Norgrat sighed as he headed to the lower levels, taking new buckets of water and empty ones.

Arwen was lost in her dreams before she heard those all-to-familiar footsteps heading towards her cell. She withdrew to her corner for a feeble attempt to get away from the creature that defiled her. With a slow and painful groan, the gate swung open to reveal the orc captain. He smiled at her fear and panic of what is going to happen to her. The face was still soft but with more colour, now after some food he left her. He stooped down, picked up the night soil bucket and gave her a new bucket. He glanced at the water bucket; it was nearly full. With that he was about to leave when he heard a whimper over at the corner. He turned around, expecting another plea. Arwen steeled her courage before speaking.

"May I have that bucket and a rag?" She knew it was nearly a long time since she had last took a bath. The stink of her sweat on her clothes with the itchy and dried love juices on her body were almost unbearable. The prospect of having a hand bath welcomed her, both to relieve her of her muscles and maintain some remainder of home. The orc snorted a reply before leaving the bucket and putting a rag from his belt in it. He drew out an axe and motioned her away from the back wall. She got up and headed near the table. The orc swung the axe, carving a line and began to chip away at the wall. With the brute strength of an uruk-hai, he nearly completed it within several hours. He managed to carve a large extension to the wall causing it to become a private showering room. It was nearly the size of her room with a very large depression in the middle of the room, capable of holding her. She nodded her thanks when he was done. He shyly looked at her before saying his reply.

"No, thank you. Milady Elf" He hefted his axe before closing the door and heading up the stairwell.

Arwen took the bucket and placed it near the far corner. Slowly, she headed to the grate to make sure he wasn't peeking on her before she set the stool near the shower area. Taking off the purple dress, she noticed the night soil stains on it, several dusty patches, drops of orc blood and some small rips in it. She sighed, as she knew it would take a long time to clean up the dress. The sundress was no better as there were dirt patches and some sticky patches of where her love juices soaked it. The corset seemed the only thing that didn't have any dirt but it stank from the sweat accumulated over her capture. She ran her hands over her nude form.

She was well pleased with it as she reminded her father of her mother's good form. But that stopped, as she knew she was defiled by the orc having sex with her. Her delicate body, eyes and skin were all from her mother while the dark hair on her head, the fine pubic hair and the great wisdom from nearly three millennia were from her father. Her sweat soon cooled causing her nipples to stand up on end, hard and inviting. The sight of this and her nude form caused her to realise the reason why that orc wanted to fuck her so badly. She picked up the bucket and headed over to the shower area. Wetting the rag, she lifted it up and slowly let the water wash away her troubles. She did this several times to wash the sweat, grime and cum that stuck on her. After all this, she poured the bucket over her hair to wash it. Her hair became oily and twisted into knots. This took many hours to take care of it. With the washing done, she dried herself with the rag and wringed it out, leaving it dry. She slowly put back on the dresses before going to sleep, a peaceful sigh on her lips.

TBC