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Echoing Light	By : TMFUSYWER Category: Lord of the Rings Movies > Hobbit, The Views: 3131 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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She struggled to find sleep, but exhaustion and pain caused Tauriel to drift in and out of consciousness throughout the night. Her arms throbbed with pain, barely able to support her weight, and she could only endure standing for a brief moment before the agony overwhelmed her. However, the physical torment she endured was not limited to her arms. Her crotch and butt still burned and in the faint light, she could see streams of blood and semen going down her thighs and dripping on the ground below her. Dark bruises marred her face and belly, causing additional discomfort. The strain on her abdomen intensified the pain, making each moment awake an ordeal of suffering. She cried out and moaned, but her pleas went unnoticed by those around her. Some orcs remained awake, keeping watch over the camp, but the majority slumbered, and Bolg was nowhere to be seen. Tauriel persistently attempted to free herself from her bindings, despite her dwindling hope of escape and her weakened state. Yet, the ropes that bound her remained stubbornly secure, denying her any freedom of movement.
Whenever Tauriel found a moment of respite, her thoughts turned to her bleak fate. She harbored no illusions that anyone would search for her or attempt a rescue, not even Legolas. He would likely assume Bolg had ended her life after their encounter. Tauriel surmised that she was being taken to Gundabad, Bolg's stronghold, a place where no army of good would dare venture to save just a single elf, not an important one either. The grim reality sank in—she needed external aid, for she alone stood no chance against Bolg's relentless grip. He had made certain to overpower and violate her, leaving her spirit crushed. The yearning for the sweet release of death that once consumed her had now transformed into uncertainty.
Tauriel had once believed that death would grant her passage to the Halls of Valinor, where her ravaged form could be restored, and her spirit could heal from the heinous acts inflicted upon her by the abhorrent orc. But now, after enduring Bolg's defilement and surrendering her very essence to him, doubts plagued her. Was her spirit still worthy of Valinor's embrace? Would the Valar and other divine beings bar her entry, deeming her tainted? What would become of her spirit then? Would it forever wander the mortal realm, impotent and silenced? Or worse, would it be swallowed by the void, reduced to nothingness? The sudden uncertainty surrounding her afterlife weighed heavily upon her, sowing anxiety within her fragile being. She questioned whether she still desired death.
However, the alternative was to remain Bolg's plaything, subjected to unfathomable torment for an indeterminate period. These harrowing thoughts relentlessly consumed her mind, leaving little room for respite or hope.
Unaware of how much time had passed, Tauriel succumbed once more to unconsciousness, her body overwhelmed by exhaustion and pain.
When she regained awareness, a sharp pang in her belly greeted her, indicating that she had slept for a significant duration. Bolg was once again carrying her, his movements causing discomfort as he adjusted her position on his shoulder guard. Oblivious to her awakening, the orc remained unaware of her silent wheezes, masked by the thunderous footsteps of their company. With the limited movement of her head, Tauriel surveyed her surroundings. The dense canopy of trees obscured the sky, but the diffuse daylight signaled that dawn had arrived. The towering trees confirmed their continued journey through Mirkwood. Bolg's progress was undoubtedly slower with the entire company in tow. Every inch of her body throbbed with aching pain, some areas even more intensely than the previous night. Struggling to focus on her environment, she exerted her utmost effort, but her depleted body soon succumbed to unconsciousness once again.
"We will stop here!" Tauriel got woken up by Bolg's deep voice just seconds before he harshly tossed her against a tree, making her cry out in pain.
The whole company promptly stopped and immediately began setting up a camp near a creek.
"We're not staying here overnight, bastards. Don't break up the whole camp, you fools!" Bolg shouted and the orcs stopped unpacking all of their stuff and just prepared the fast essentials.
Then he turned to the elven toy and smirked at the sight of her, squirming in pain.
Tauriel could hear the water stream nearby, "P-please... I'm thirsty, I- I need water." She was almost sure Bolg wasn't going to give her any water, he would either mock her or punish her, or both. But considering what their final destination was, she considered this as one of her last chances of drinking clean water. She doubted any water like that would be available in Gundabad, so she just had to try.
"Hmpf..." Bolg walked over to the creek and filled his big dirty palm with some water.
"Is this what you want, filthy she-elf?" He kneeled in front of her, low enough so that she could see the clear water in his hand.
"Y-yes, please...J-just a tiny b-bit, p-please..." Tauriel tried to be as humble and non-demanding as possible in hopes of softening Bolg.
"What would you do for it... Just for this one handful?" Bolg grinned maliciously.
"I-... I would do a-anything..."
"Tell me, exactly, what would you do." He prompted malevolently.
"I... uh... I would take your large... penis... in any of m-my filthy holes. F-for as long as you, please... I will be your toy and I will do anything you want without resistance..." Tauriel was ashamed of herself, begging for water from an orc was already bad enough but the degrading words she knew she had to choose were even worse.
"It's funny... little elf-scum. Because I can already rape your holes whenever I want, I can make you do whatever I want and your weak body cannot resist me. And I can do all of that without giving you back a single thing."
They both knew he was right and Tauriel sighed in defeat, "Uhh... B-but... If- if I don't drink, I'll.. I'll die... I t-thought you wanted to k-keep me." She hoped that those words would press the right buttons.
"You're right there... Hmpf, okay, here you go." Bolg moved the palm of his hand with the water inside closer to Tauriel's mouth. The she-elf already tilted her head and opened her mouth, longing for the sweet taste of water but Bolg's palm suddenly opened and all the water spilled onto the grass right in front of her.
Tauriel looked at him in absolute despair as he teasingly smirked.
"W-why... Why do you do this to me... I- I'm already yours... P-please I'll obey your every word, y-you don't need to t-torture me..."
"You are elven filth, dirt beneath my boot. I don't have a single reason to make this easier for you. Just because you are weak and willing to obey me, doesn't mean I won't torture you. It might prevent extra torture, but I will torture you every time I want to nonetheless. There's nothing you can do about it because it's all your dirty, arrogant race deserves." With those words, Bolg swiftly struck Tauriel's cheek with the palm still wet, making her yelp in surprise and sharp pain.
"It's laughable how weak you are. You beg for water after being 3 days without it, meanwhile, even my weakest warriors can go a week without any liquids and even then they don't have the privilege of drinking anything your 'highness' would consider consumable." He mocked Tauriel.
Bolg stood up and turned his back to Tauriel, "But I will let you drink as much precious water from that creek as you want since you need it so much..." Tauriel's eyes ignited with life when she heard those words, she couldn't believe them. But as fast as that flame ignited, it was also extinguished, "If you beat me in a hand-to-hand battle."
The sadistic orc immediately chuckled at the impossibility of the task he created for his slave.
Tauriel knew this challenge was meant just to humiliate her more, she didn't get even close to beating him with weapons at her full strength and now she was supposed to beat him without weapons when she was barely able to stand up and her entire body was sore and felt like it was on fire.
"I... I'm not thirsty a-anymore... I'm sorry..." Tauriel didn't want to fight Bolg at all and wanted to save herself but she already felt like this was a situation she wouldn't be able to wiggle her way out of.
"No. I want you to fight me. You wanted water, didn't you? And you said you would obey anything I say, didn't you? I'm willing to give you all the water you need, you just need to beat me." He smiled and taunted Tauriel.
As Tauriel knew it would be wiser not to talk back anymore, she struggled with all of her might to stand up, leaning against the tree behind her. Her legs and arms were shaking and the orc company which was now paying full attention to Bolg's and Tauriel's exchange, laughed loudly.
"D-do you promise that you will give me water if I win?" She knew she wasn't going to win but if by some miracle she did, she wanted to know if he would even give her the waster after the fact.
"I won't promise you anything, elf-cunt. You will just have to trust me." He disregarded her question.
Without another word, Tauriel put up her hands and mustered the best fighting stance her energy allowed her. She wasn't the best hand-to-hand fighter in the first place, usually utilizing her bow and dagger instead.
Bolg tossed away his mace but didn't do anything else except confidently walk toward Tauriel.
He let her attack first, he didn't block her attacks nor did he counterattack. He simply dodged all of her punches effortlessly. Actually, a lot of times Tauriel almost fell when trying to strike Bolg. Her hands were slow and her hits were sloppy. She felt increasingly nervous with each missed strike with the fear of getting punched back. All the orcs laughed making her feel angry and humiliated.
"Oww!!!" Tauriel yelped as Bolg finally hit her. He didn't punch her though, he simply charged into her and with his chest knocked her onto the ground.
"You disgust me. Weak elven whore. Stand up." He mocked her.
She wanted to just give up but in the end, decided to give it one more pathetic try and wearily stood up. Tears were streaming down her cheeks, looking at the impossible task.
Once again, she tried to strike first but Bolg didn't even need to move very quickly to avoid all of Tauriel's attempts.
Bolg enjoyed the sight for a while but eventually grew weary of it and with one swift sweep he tripped Tauriel's legs and she fell on her back.
"Pathetic. Stand up."
"No... Please... I surrender." Tauriel was devastated especially knowing that she would get no water but she knew this circus had to end.
Bolg was both amused and aroused to hear those words but he wasn't going to let her off the hook so easy.
"I said fight me."
"I can't! P-please! I'm weak!" Despite her words, Tauriel tried to get up again from her back but her feeble legs failed her caused to fall lower, landing on her knees in front of him. She didn't intend to do that but Tauriel thought that kneeling in front of Bolg might convince him to stop so she stayed in the position.
The chieftain was indeed pleased to see his toy was learning to behave. But still didn't want to make it easy for her.
"Get up. Obey my words, filthy she-elf."
"P-please don't make me... Look at me, I'm pathetic! I'm not worthy of f-fighting you! You are stronger, faster... smarter... I don't d-deserve the water, so just please, don't f-force me to fight you..." This was the loudest Tauriel has been since Bolg captured her, excluding her screams. Her eyes were filled with tears, both out of fear of what Bolg might do to her and out of sheer disappointment in herself.
Bolg was finally convinced, "You are even more miserable than I thought, and it just proves how weak your entire race is. You're right. You don't deserve the water... But you need something to drink and since you are already on your knees, you will drink my semen."
Tauriel's eyes widened with surprise but didn't say anything or move at all. Bolg satisfied with her reaction, took off his belt, his cock was already hard.
The orc didn't need to tell Tauriel what to do, when she saw the giant dick, she opened her mouth as wide as she could. It didn't go in any easier the second time. Bolg grabbed Tauriel's hair tightly so she wouldn't pull away and tried to force his dick inside her mouth but it was difficult.
Some orcs were cheering on, some looked confused and the rest lost interest and tended to their own things.
Tauriel already squirmed and moaned in discomfort and the dick wasn't even inside yet. But as soon as Bolg got more aggressive, he successfully pushed his cock in and then thrust all the way to the back of the she-elf's throat, making her gag immediately.
Not only that it wasn't easier to get in her mouth the second time around, but it also didn't feel any better or more comfortable. The stench was also still as bad.
Just like before, Bolg didn't care about his toy's discomfort and moved his hips at full speed, roughing up Tauriel's mouth and throat. She places her hands on Bolg's thighs and tried to push herself away at least slightly, but he was holding her hair too tight and didn't move a bit.
The burning sensation in her stomach and throat felt exactly the same as when she did this for the first time, she wanted to vomit but Bolg's cock that filled her entire throat prevented from any of it getting up. She also couldn't breathe properly.
Bolg had insane stamina and kept going at the same speed for 10 minutes, Tauriel was nearly passed out and her entire body was pretty much limp and the only thing holding her up was the orc's hand holding her hair and head. Fluids were coming out of her nose because they had nowhere else to go.
Finally, Tauriel recognized Bolg's groans getting significantly louder which usually indicated that he was about to finish. She tried to brace for it but in reality, there was no preparing for something like this.
And sure enough a few seconds later, she could feel Bolg's dick pulsating, hot cum filling up her stomach. She choked, gagged, and struggled but the brute wasn't letting her go just yet, still having fluids left in his hairy, sweaty, repulsive balls.
It took a few more seconds before Bolg pulled out and it sent Tauriel's brain and stomach spiraling. Cum and blood were spilling out of her mouth just like before but she tried her hardest not to vomit out everything she had in her stomach as she knew what would follow.
Bolg was watching her curiously waiting for exactly that.
Tauriel kept gagging, the semen went up her throat several times but each time she swallowed it again, her throat and stomach were on fire, it was a terrible feeling.
It took a few minutes until she was sure that it was going to stay down and without even realizing it, she looked up at Bolg, seeking approval.
He would give none though, "Hmpf... Seems like you are well-fed. Go back to that tree and wait until we are about to move out again."
As Tauriel painstakingly crawled back to the tree where Bolg had initially dropped her, she found herself surprised that there wasn't a dedicated guard assigned to watch over her. Though she acknowledged that an orc's occasional gaze was fixated on her, driven more by curiosity than the duty to prevent her escape, no one seemed to be actively ensuring her confinement. Yet, when she examined her own condition, she couldn't muster much surprise.
Amidst the moments when nobody bothered her, Tauriel found solace, albeit a far cry from peace. Her body throbbed with pain, emanating from every fiber, and she involuntarily let out pained moans sporadically. She paid little attention to the activities of the orcs, their motives for halting unbeknownst to her. Bolg, meanwhile, could be glimpsed across the camp and engaged in conversation with some of the orcs. Weary beyond measure, Tauriel eventually succumbed to sleep, unable to fight the exhaustion any longer.
Her sleep was restless as it was plagued by nightmares of Bolg and other orcs and her inability of doing anything to stop them from having their way with her. The same theme repeated throughout all of the dreams she had.
Waking up with a kick to the ribs, the first thing she felt was pain. She wasn't sure if she'd rather spend her time in the nightmares or in reality.
Bolg was the one who kicked her, "Stand up you lazy elf-scum."
Tauriel got up as fast as she could. Only now she noticed that a significant amount of time had to pass.
"We had to hunt down some filthy pointy ears so we got caught up here but we are still going to a different camping location." He carelessly said to Tauriel, probably to really beat it into her head that no resuce was coming. At the same time he grabbed Tauriel around the hips and threw her over his shoulder.
As she was spending her time on Bolg's shoulder again, she thought if this was the first time she actually fell asleep. Other times it felt like she just passed out. And despite her best efforts she also couldn't stop thinking about the horrors that might yet await her.
Nightfall arrived swiftly, shrouding their surroundings in darkness. The group continued to move with greater speed than before.
"Move, you worthless scum! You pathetic wretches took so long killing that elven filth, so now you're paying the price!" Bolg bellowed in the vile black speech.
Tauriel couldn't discern much from her, but she knew Bolg was circling the entire group, occasionally subjecting any lagging orc to slaps, shoves, or punches.
The day soon succumbed to the embrace of darkness, yet their journey persisted without pause. In a twisted way, Tauriel found solace in the fact that she didn't have to navigate Mirkwood's treacherous paths at night and was simply carried through it. Of course, deep down, she would have preferred a night lost in Mirkwood over her current predicament, but her mind sought to find a glimmer of light amidst the darkness.
All things considered, Tauriel felt quite rested, or at least not exhausted enough that she would be able to pass out through the pain on Bolg's shoulder so she was awake for the entire journey and guessed they were walking in total darkness for over one hour.
Finally, they came to a halt, and in an instant, Tauriel found herself unceremoniously dropped onto the grassy ground, the impact intensifying her pain. Bolg discarded her like refuse and began shouting orders at the orcs in their vile tongue. She glanced around, her vision severely hindered by the moonless canopy and sporadic torches held by some of the orcs, which offered only fragmentary glimpses of the surrounding company.
"Break the camp, scum! And bring me some rope!"
The orcs began hastily setting up everything and Gogrosh brought him the demanded rope.
Then he turned to Tauriel, "Since you rested earlier, you won't need it now, stand up, elf-slut."
Tauriel hesitated for a second as she was afraid of Bolg's next malevolent stunt.
"I said stand up, don't think that I don't have enough energy left to rape you again." He exclaimed in a firm voice and yanked her up by one of her hands.
Just now Tauriel noticed how chilly it got during the night in Mirkwood, she never noticed before because, well, she wasn't ever naked here. Her body was shivering but Tauriel being cold would be the last thing Bolg would care about.
Shortly after Tauriel was made to stand up, Bolg grabbed her hair and forced her to follow him, he walked fast and she would often stumble and trip over roots and rocks. In his other hand, Bolg held a torch which allowed Tauriel to see her close surroundings. They stopped under one big tree.
"Oh no... not again." Tauriel thought to herself but didn't protest as Bolg tied her hands and then tied the rope around a branch above Tauriel's head, forcing her to stand on tiptoes just like the night before.
Though, Tauriel couldn't prevent the immediate moans of discomfort as all her pain immediately multiplied by the straining position. Thanks to the torch that was now on the ground as he was tying her up, she also noticed there was a small pond with clear water very close to her. She wasn't sure if Bolg did that on purpose to tease and torture her or if it was a coincidence. No matter which it was, it would be torturous nonetheless. She could try asking for water again but after what happened last time, she told herself that she would never ask Bolg for water again.
After the knot was done, Bolg maliciously grinned and lightly slapped Tauriel's cheek, though even a light slap from Bolg was heavy.
"You better rest, because the following days won't be any easier than the ones you had the pleasure of enduring so far." He mockingly said, knowing Tauriel wasn't going to be getting any rest. And with those words, he walked away with the torch in his hand. Leaving Tauriel surrounded by darkness.
She expected this night to be worse than the last one. Because last night, she was so exhausted and broken that she was unconscious throughout most of it. But now, even though she was still in a more than terrible state, she didn't feel like the same would happen, which meant more pain while being conscious.
Tauriel could gradually see the orcs falling asleep, some stayed on guard. Just like last night, the whole camp wasn't covered with torches, she could only see pockets of orcs surrounded by the endless shadow. Bolg was nowhere to be seen.
Managing to fall asleep or pass out a few times during the night, Tauriel felt like the night was going at least slightly better than expected, but the pain was getting unbearable. Her painful moans were getting louder and louder by the hour but no orcs paid attention to her. Her shoulders and wrists were in extreme pain as was pretty much her entire body. Tauriel didn't know when it happened but as she continuously adjusted her wrists and squirmed her entire body throughout the night, she noticed that the rope was getting quite loose.
As soon as she noticed it, she immediately started struggling harder. She didn't bring any attention to her as she was squirming and moaning the entire night so the orcs just didn't care. Her heart began pounding hard as the rope was becoming looser and looser. She didn't have much strength left but this idea of escape pumped her full of adrenaline.
It was an unbelievable moment when, after tens of minutes of struggle, the rope loosened completely and she fell to the ground. Free. Her form was still very light so none of the dumb orcs had a chance to hear her fall. Bolg had managed to thoroughly destroy Tauriel in the short amount of time he spent with her, so she almost didn't want to feel excited about this chance. She still saw her chances as very slim. She even thought about staying and not escaping. She could try and run into the endless darkness, naked, severely injured, exhausted, and without any weapons. If the orcs wouldn't find her, it's possible that something else would. She also had no idea where she was and didn't know which way was safe. Or before she would get to safety, she would injure herself more and die.
Bolg had instilled such an immense fear in Tauriel that she was scared to escape from his grasp even when she was free and he was probably sleeping somewhere deep in the camp.
Fear eventually won, as Tauriel decided against all her instincts and everything sane, that she would stay and in the morning, she would just tell Bolg that the rope broke overnight.
Though, she still felt like she could allow herself a little bit of disobedience.
Tauriel crawled up to the pond she vividly recalled from just a few hours ago. The water's clarity and inviting appearance enticed her greatly. Beyond quenching her thirst, she yearned to immerse herself in its cleansing embrace, to rid herself of the dirt, grime, and wounds that adorned her body. In a way, she longed to purge the humiliation and torment inflicted upon her, to wash away their painful remnants. But she couldn't do that, Bolg would be able to tell easily. She even contemplated drinking the water for a really long time. Constantly looking around to check if nobody was watching her. Finally, the desire to fill her mouth and throat with something natural, clean and sweet overcame her and she filled her small, dirty hand with water and drank it.
A smile played across her lips as the liquid immediately transformed into the most exquisite elixir. Never before had she experienced such divine refreshment. Without hesitation, she dipped her palm back into the water, taking another gratifying sip. As she continued to drink, her care for the surroundings diminished, as if anxiety were being washed away by each sip. She repeated the process ten more times, relishing each handful, and even let out a gentle chuckle. In this moment, she shed tears of joy, unable to fathom her fortune of tasting water once more before the inevitable journey to desolate realms alongside Bolg, where such sustenance would be a distant memory.
Gradually returning to reality, she became acutely aware of how easily she could have been discovered. Slowly, she turned around, beginning her crawl back to the spot where she had been bound. The darkness enveloped her, leaving her to rely on intuition to find her way, though fortunately, it wasn't far from the pond.
As she inched forward, her head unexpectedly collided with an obstacle. Initially, she assumed she had taken a wrong turn and encountered a tree trunk or rock. Extending her trembling hand to explore the object, her heart sank as she realized the enormity of her mistake. Frozen in place, her entire body quivered while tears cascaded down her cheeks. The object she had inadvertently touched was a leg—a robust, coarse limb clad in an iron boot.
"You really thought I would be so stupid? Did you really think that I don't know how to tie a proper knot? This was a test of your obedience... And you failed terribly, elf-cunt. I thought I'd already beaten and raped it into you, but apparently, you need to be processed even more."
"I-... I-..." Tauriel couldn't force any words out of her as she heard Bolg's deep voice lingering over her.
"P-punish m-me... p-please." Quickly realizing she wasn't going to talk herself out of this, especially since it was already hard to make Bolg listen to anything she ever had to say, she folded and stuttered out the only words that came to her mind that she thought could've at least partially saved her.
Even though Bolg was actually pleased to hear those exact words, there was no softening the rough orc after such an act of disrespect.
"Not only will I punish you. I will make sure that by the end of this night, your soul will be torn apart and any remaining feelings of hope, defiance, strength, any of that, will be shredded into nothingness. After tonight, you will remember that you are nothing more than an animal, my plaything. And you will finally learn to behave."
"I'm so... so s-sorry..." Tauriel cried as she didn't even know what Bolg's threats implied but she knew it was probably going to be worse than anything he had done to her so far.
"Since you wanted water so much that you were willing to risk your life for it, I'll make sure you get enough water for the rest of your life." Bolg lit a new torch, finally revealing his intimidating figure to Tauriel, though she only dared to look at his feet, she was too scared to look up at him.
"Turn around, elf-whore. Crawl back to that pond."
Tauriel didn't hesitate and quickly turned around and crawled toward it. But as she was always at the pond, Bolg harshly kicked her in the butt, causing her to launch forward and submerge nearly all of her upper body in the pond, including her head. She immediately tried to get out but before she could, a hand grabbed her head and forced it to stay underwater. Realizing what Bolg was about to do, she struggled as hard as she could but her hands were too weak and the orc pressed his knee against Tauriel's back, preventing her from performing too much movement. She held her breath for as long as she could but especially since she wasn't prepared for it, she knew her lungs wouldn't last long.
Bolg could tell how close Tauriel was to drowning based on how tense her body was and knew exactly when to pull her miserable head out.
"Ugh-, pl-please, ugh- I'm- I will- ugh- drown- pl- ugh." Tauriel could barely get the words out of her when he finally allowed her to breathe.
"You wanted the water, didn't you? Maybe you wanted to get your ass torn apart while drinking it?" He said malevolently but didn't give Tauriel any chance to react as he violently pushed her head back underwater. This time she was prepared so she knew she would last a bit longer, though it didn't make it any more comfortable. As if it couldn't get worse for Tauriel, the words he said just moments before finally sank in as she felt his thick, hard cock pushing against her butthole. She tried struggling even harder and tried screaming but barely anything could be heard from underwater and Bolg was simply amused by the bubbles rising to the pond's surface.
Bolg didn't want to waste time and so he pushed really hard and managed to get into Tauriel's ass sooner than when he did it the first time. As a reaction, her screams were so loud that Bolg could even hear them a bit and her entire body was tensing up and squirming, which made it harder for him to determine whether she was drowning or not but he considered that her own problem.
With his hand firmly holding Tauriel's head underwater, he began thrusting his dick balls deep inside of Tauriel's butt which was still scarred from her first anal.
Only after several thrusts he finally pulled her head from the water.
"Ugh, ple- ugh, it hurt-.. ugh , I-... ugh- sorr-.. uhg"
Tauriel couldn't finish, "I don't care, filth." Bolg forced her back under.
Bolg only thrust harder and faster as time went on, Tauriel was desperate to escape his cock but just like every time in the past, her attempts were less than futile.
This time Bolg held her underwater for a longer time and as she felt like she was about to pass out, consciousness was kicked back in her when her head was pulled out and the orc harshly slapped her across the face with his other, free hand.
"Ughhh- Plea- Ugh. I- I'm- ugh- sorr- ugh sorry! I- ugh, I will- ughhm, n-never-" Once again, Tauriel wasn't allowed to finish her barely understandable sentence as her words turned to bubbles again.
Tauriel struggling and gasping for air each time he pulled her out made him even more aroused and he felt like he wasn't going to last as long in her as he could usually.
"Take your last breath, elf-scum, because I'm not giving you air until I fill your ass with my semen." He pulled her head just barely above the water's surface to inform her of his intentions and promptly showed her back into her torment, this time without even giving her a chance to cough out any words.
She immediately began struggling harder as she knew she could be under the water for a much longer time, and she also couldn't get a proper breath before he shoved her under this time. Because she couldn't hear him, she had no idea how close he was to exploding inside her ass.
Luckily for her, after only 40 seconds, which felt like unbearable hell for Tauriel with her lungs at capacity, Bolg's cock pulsated and sent waves of cum, filling the she-elf's intestines. Though he didn't pull her out instantly after the climax. He took a few more seconds and enjoyed her squirming body and gaping, bloody asshole before he finally allowed her air.
Tauriel screamed in unimaginable pain, gasped for air, and coughed up water but wasn't given time to recover as Bolg promptly stood up and dragged her away by the hair from the pond through the camp, stopping in the middle of it.
"Oww!!!"
"Having air is not your right anymore, it's a privilege given to you, by me."
"I- ugh, ow!! I, uhg- I u-understand-"
Bolg only briefly smirked as he let go of Tauriel's hair and instead grabbed her throat and lifted her in the air.
"Your punishment isn't nearly done yet, elf-cunt."
Tauriel barely focused on Bolg's words as she was gasping for air again.
"Boyyyys!!!" Bolg suddenly shouted in a guttural, deep voice.
The orcs who were awake immediately turned to him while others were awoken by his intense, intimidating shout.
"This elf-slut here misbehaved, and since I'm obviously not good enough to tame her, I will give all of you, dirty bastards, the only chance and privilege to touch my property. I want you to destroy her. I want you to rip her apart. You have all night." Bolg made sure to say it in the common tongue first so that even Tauriel could understand it but then repeated the same thing in black speech for the orcs who didn't speak or understand the common tongue.
"Ugh- please- ugh no- Bolg- Any- ugh anything but- but this, ugh- Not- not those fil-filthy orcs- ugh." Tauriel's pleads only reassured Bolg and this was the right decision.
Bolg harshly slapped her across the face, "I'm not Bolg to you, that name is sacred to you, from now on, I'm your god. The only one." He grinned.
Tauriel didn't know what to say, she knew anything she would say wouldn't save her.
"Say that I'm your god."
Tauriel hesitated which caused another, even harder slap to land on her cheek. Bolg didn't hold her throat that tightly so she could just barely breathe but at the same time she was still choking.
"Oww!!! Ugh- Y- you are my- ugh.. g-god..." Bolg only widened his grin as he heard those words but didn't linger too long on it as almost immediately after he tossed Tauriel's body into a group of orcs that gathered around him.
Bolg continued, only in black speech, "Rape her, beat her, do anything you want, but don't kill or cut anything off her you scum! I want her physical form in one piece tomorrow! And don't let her pass out for even a second! She will feel all the torment, all the pain, all the degradation at every waking moment. If I find out that you let her slip, I'll whip all of you! Do anything you need to keep her awake! Don't be scared to show her, her place if she decides to think that maybe she can take on, and fight all of you. And enjoy yourselves, dirty pigs." With those words, the big orc left the crowd and Tauriel found herself by a group of orcs that were all much uglier than Bolg, somehow smelled even worse, and somehow figured that some of them would be even more feral and disgusting.
The orcs would have no idea what to do with such a she-elf just a few days ago, they would most likely just slaughter her and maybe eat her but they observed what Bolg, and they've seen how much torment it inflicted upon the she-elf and how much pleasure it brought their master, and thus many of them were eager to try it out too. There were still orcs that simply had no interest in any of this and would prefer to slaughter the pointy-eared pig but since that wasn't allowed, they simply walked away and kept on guarding the camp.
For Tauriel, the orcs as individuals didn't seem nearly as intimidating as Bolg, they were much smaller but there were so many of them. And while any other time, she would effortlessly kill all of these orcs, she was so weakened that she doubted her capabilities of killing even a single one.
Many of the orcs immediately began taking off their rusty, dirty armor as others held down her body and limbs.
A small relief hit Tauriel when the first orc entered her vagina and after Bolg stretched her so much, this was almost like nothing. It still hurt, but not because of the orc's size but because of the injuries that were inflicted on her crotch days before by Bolg.
Another orc forced his cock into Tauriel's mouth, once again to her relief his dick was quite small and didn't even touch the back of her throat, but it tasted a lot worse and smelled a lot worse than Bolg's cock which she thought couldn't be possible. The orc didn't pull his cock out as he orgasmed, forcing her to gulp down all of his disgusting semen.
As the first orcs finished rather quickly, Tauriel surprisingly thought this wouldn't be that bad except for the smell, taste, and injuries mainly inflicted by Bolg before. But as the night went on, her positive expectations were shattered.
it was one thing to take two orcs, but once two orcs turned into twenty and twenty into forty. forty into a hundred it started feeling even worse than when Bolg raped her for 15 minutes. They were taking all of her holes at once, the ass, pussy, and mouth. None of her holes were ever free, when one of them filled one of her holes with his disgusting seed, another one immediately filled that hole with his own cock. They forced her to use her hands for handjobs as well to keep their dicks hard. They bit into her, slapped her, and punched her in the face, stomach, abdomen, and even her crotch. They clawed and scratched her with their dirty nails. They licked her and kissed her with their nasty mouths. She passed out several times but each time that happened, the orcs relentlessly slapped her and poured semen all over her to wake her up, and each time they were successful. After several hours, it felt like her brain was gone and she was just going on a whorish autopilot. Though none of the orcs even closely matched Bolg in size, they were raping her for several hours without a single break for her. She lost all sense in her vagina and butthole, she was covered in blood, semen, claw marks, and bite marks, they even tore off some of the nails on her fingers and toes.
In the early morning, when weak rays of light were getting through the thick forest, orcs were still on top of Tauriel's body. And only when Bolg finally appeared, they slowly scattered. He smiled as he stared into the she-elf's eyes and saw nothing. She didn't even react to his presence, what remained of her cum-covered face was a blank, empty stare into nothingness.
And that's exactly what he wanted.
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