Goblin King

Goblin King

The raucous shouts of hundreds of orcs echoed through the
rough-hewn cavern as the guards hauled Celebrain 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 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.