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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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The dark forest of Mirkwood was losing its thickness as they were nearing its edge. Bolg was carrying Tauriel's motionless body on his shoulder. She wasn't unconscious but might as well have been. Not making almost a single sound except an occasional soft moan. The orc thought that he must've truly broken her. Tauriel's face was expressionless with only rare tears cascading down her cheeks and chin.
"We'll make our final stop before Gundabad! Just a few hours at most!" Bolg grunted loudly in black speech.
A loud thump was heard as Bolg carelessly threw Tauriel's body against one of the remaining trees in their vicinity. She quietly cried out and with her blank face stared at her surroundings. This wasn't the Mirkwood she knew. On this edge of the forest, she could already notice the filth reaching all the way from Gundabad though it wasn't prevalent yet.
"Elf-scum, I've been carrying you for half a day and you know what I'll do now." Bolg grabbed Tauriel's attention as she feebly looked into his eyes and slightly nodded in understanding. She didn't actually know what exactly he would do to her, she wasn't sure if he was going to empty his balls into her stomach or in her ass or vagina, but she knew that she had no say in deciding anything so a nod is all that she managed.
Bolg didn't waste time and took off his sturdy belt, revealing his already hardening cock. Tauriel looked at the growing monster in front of her in defeat.
"Grab it and stroke it, elf-cunt!"
Tauriel trembled at his deep voice that echoed in her chest, she reached out with her hands and grabbed it. She needed both of her hands to grasp it firmly and started stroking. Bolg didn't give instructions about the speed, so she started slowly and his cock very quickly became fully erect.
Looking down, satisfied, Bolg left Tauriel to it for several minutes. He thought that while it was useful to teach his toy how to perform this task, he didn't find it nearly as pleasant as the tightness and wetness of her holes.
"Now, guide it into your filthy mouth." Tauriel briefly looked up at him and then stopped the motion of her hands. She grabbed the dick tighter and started aiming it towards her mouth which was now open as wide as she could manage it. Though she knew it wouldn't fit, it never did and she knew it would take Bolg's brute force to get it in.
At first, the orc was amused with how desperately his slave was trying to force the cock inside her mouth, he knew she was scared to death that if she didn't do it fast enough, he would punish her. But her weak hands weren't strong enough to force open her jaw ever so wider so fit it in. He gave her a few more attempts before grabbing one of Tauriel's hands and pushing it off his cock, she instinctively put her other hand down as well. Bolg grabbed his member with one of his hands and harshly pressed it against Tauriel's widely spread open lips. He pushed her all the way up against the tree so she couldn't back away.
As always, it took a bit of work but Bolg worked his big cock in. Tauriel moaned in pain as her cracked lips started pouring blood again and her sore jaw immediately felt like it was about to dislocate.
Bolg didn't pay attention to any of Tauriel's misfortunes as he grabbed her hair to make her head movement even more restricted and started violently thrusting in and out. Per usual, the putrid smell and the depths of her throat that the cock was reaching were leaving her gagging and in the need of vomiting but she couldn't do that even if she wanted to. As she was struggling, she was flailing her arms around but she gave it her very best to not touch Bolg's legs to try to push him away. Not only would she never ever push him away but he might punish her for that as well. She just tried to endure as best as she could, knowing that it would soon be over.
His thrusting was becoming more and more aggressive as he was nearing the climax but this time, instead of shooting his semen deep down Tauriel's throat, he pulled out his cock slightly shooting it into her mouth. There was so much of it, that if she could she would cough it all out, but he kept his cock inside her mouth, perfectly filling the open hole. A few dribbles squeezed out through tiny gaps and fell into the grass but most of the warm, salty, vile cum stayed in her mouth to savour. A bit of semen was coming out of her nose as well as she accidentally inhaled some of it.
"Swallow or I will push the cum down your throat with my cock!" He groaned as his cock was getting slightly sensitive.
Tears were coming out of Tauriel's eyes as she tried to repeatedly gulp down the slimy liquid, several tries ended in failure as her stomach refused the contents and tried to push it back out but Bolg wasn't pulling out so eventually she was forced to drink all of it. Only when Bolg was sure all of it was down, he pulled his cock out of her mouth.
Tauriel fell on her side and coughed uncontrollably, spitting saliva and the little bit of semen she had left in her mouth. She felt dizzy and her stomach was heavy and felt full.
"I'm not done with you yet, elf-slut" He uttered. Tauriel slowly looked at him, frightened. He was usually done once he ejaculated and then she could somewhat rest, but his cock was still hard and ready for another round. She couldn't understand his stamina.
"Get up."
Without a complaint or word, Tauriel put up an effort to stand up on her weak, trembling legs. She didn't dare to look him in the eyes, so instead she hung her head low, staring at his cock.
"Now run... You're free." When Tauriel heard those words she immediately looked up and saw the wide grin on Bolg's face. Orcs around them were scratching their head and looked confused.
Tauriel knew this was just another game.
"N-no..." She refused quietly.
"Come on. You're free! Run!" He raised his voice slightly.
"I-..." Her heart was beating fast, "I- ca-can't... I don't- don't w-want to..."
Bolg was amused to hear those words.
"Dirty she-elf... Hungry for my cock, aren't you?"
"Y-yes..." She said, feeling absolutely devastated and humiliated.
"So you want to stay and get raped by my huge cock instead of escaping and being free?" Bolg's intentions never were to actually set his toy free but he wanted her to say it.
"Y-yes... P-please, r-rape me... I- I'm a fi-filthy s-she-elf a-and I d-deserve it..." Tears were coming down her cheeks as she hung her head low again.
Bolg let out a deep laugh, "If that's what you want."
The big orc turned around and grabbed a rope from one of his warriors and then tied Tauriel's hand together in the front. She didn't fight back. When he was done, he took another rope and led it through the gap between her wrists around the rope that tied her wrists together and made a leash of sorts. Then he threw the rope over a big, sturdy branch of the tree they were standing under and pulled hard, jerking Tauriel's hand above her head. He didn't stop there as he pulled until she was hanging in the air, not even her toes touching the grassy ground. She moaned in pain with effort but didn't complain.
"I like that you are finally beginning to understand your life now... But when I told you to run, that was an order. And you disobeyed that order." He grinned again as he saw her frightened look. Just yesterday morning she would try to plead and argue with him about this but last night broke even the last sparks of resistance in her, so instead of saying but a word, she started crying.
Bolg was satisfied with Tauriel's compliance and acceptance and grabbed a whip from Gogrosh. He walked closer to his toy and lifted the whip above his head so that she would see up close. It was a bullwhip braided from leather and had miniature spikes all over. Tauriel only whimpered but didn't say anything.
"This is your punishment, filth." Without another word, Bolg took a step back and prepared the whip beside his leg.
Tauriel closed her eyes as she braced for the initial impact and sure enough, it came soon after. Bolg didn't hold back, he swung his arm with full power and a loud crack followed. The whip wrapped around Tauriel's waist and tore through her flesh. An ear-piercing shriek came out of her mouth. It was so loud that even some of the orcs covered their ears.
Bolg briefly examined his work, Tauriel now had a bloody stripe around her waist, and the whip was bloody as well. He didn't delay his second strike and with the same strength inflicted more pain. Tauriel didn't even finish screaming because of the first strike and another one already strained her vocal cords. As Bolg pulled back the whip, it tore apart her flesh.
"Eighth more, elf-scum!" Bolg proclaimed as he prepared for the third one.
Tauriel didn't have much in her mind left to even think about the fact that he was about to hit her eight more times. All she should think about now was the unbearable pain of the third strike, giving her another red stripe on her tight, slim waist.
Some of the orcs moved farther away from Tauriel and Bolg as they couldn't bear the shrieks and they definitely weren't about to tell Bolg to stop.
For the next two strikes, Bolg aimed higher and both of them landed on Tauriel's breasts, leaving them with two bloody stripes. Tauriel was losing her voice and Bolg was getting annoyed with her screams. He found the dirtiest rag he could find and forcibly stuffed her mouth with it.
"Bite down on it if you want, but don't you dare spit it out because your screams are annoying." He warned her.
Tauriel didn't percept a single word of Bolg's but she instinctively bit down on the dirty rag anyway.
Bolg ruthlessly lashed Tauriel's breasts two more times and her screams were mostly muffled by the rag though biting down on the filthy cloth didn't make it hurt any less for her. She felt dizzy, and even though her eyes were closed throughout the ordeal, she knew that her world was spinning.
For the last three strikes, Bolg aimed a lot lower, and this time each lash wrapped Tauriel's butt leaving her buttcheeks and thighs bloody. Even though it was more and more painful for Tauriel with each hit, her muffled shrieks were getting quieter and quieter after each time as she was losing her voice and slowly drifting into unconsciousness.
Bolg admired his own ruthlessness and walked all around Tauriel to see her injuries. She was bleeding profusely, in fact, more than he was anticipating.
"Bring me some rags!" He shouted at the orcs that were now a bit far away.
The orcs didn't hesitate and carried over dirty, damp rags. If Tauriel wasn't an elf, this wouldn't have helped one bit as she would've died of infection anyway but since she was, this might save her life. Bolg bandaged her waist, breasts, thighs, and butt, though it was sloppy work, firstly because he didn't care enough and secondly, even if he did, he didn't know how to properly fix someone up.
The rag that Tauriel had clenched between her teeth finally fell out on the ground beneath her and immediately got soaked with blood.
"Hmpf... We will make our way to Gundabad now!" He briefly looked at his slut and then ordered everyone to move out soon. He had planned to fuck Tauriel's ass before moving out but her body was way too damaged and he didn't want to kill his elven plaything just yet. It frustrated him because his cock was still hard, but it just had to wait. He dressed up and then untied Tauriel. He let her motionless body fall hard onto the ground and only then picked her up over his shoulder.
The rags were barely managing to stop the bleeding but it was helping somewhat. Tauriel barely cared as at that moment she wasn't even sure if she was already dead or about to die. As the adrenaline was wearing off she fell unconscious after a few seconds each time she was awake. The only thing she noticed each time she was awake was that the land around her was becoming more barren and dark than before. She knew they were entering orc territory... But she didn't care.
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Tauriel woke up in complete darkness. At first, she wasn't sure if she wasn't blind or at least blindfolded because she truly couldn't see a thing. She felt strangely rested though every inch of her body still ached. She tried to move but couldn't, hearing the rattle of chains she realized her hands were chained to the cold wall she was leaning. She was sitting, so that meant she probably couldn't stand up, she thought her legs wouldn't be able to support her anyway. She couldn't feel any cuffs on her legs.
The place smelled terrible and she couldn't breathe well not only because of that but the overall quality of air was very poor, and she could feel the place was dirty and neglected just how by how the stone touched her skin. Though she could've been confused by her own dirtiness. She had no idea for how long she was unconscious, she was thirsty and hungry. Slowly getting afraid that Bolg might've thought that she had died and cuffed her corpse just in case, she suddenly tried to scream out, but the sound that came out was a weird raspy gurgle. Her throat was still very sore from the intense screaming. She was worried that Bolg, thinking she was dead, might not come for another day, or even another week. She wanted to make her presence known. Tauriel had no idea how long she was waiting. Each time she tried to yell, her throat stopped her. But as time went on, her senses heightened as she still couldn't see a thing, and she was able to hear distant, muffled sounds and noises.
Some noises were getting closer and more clear, they were heavy footsteps. Suddenly she heard a loud rumbling of stones as scraping of stones as something got dragged across the floor. To Tauriel it sounded like a heavy stone door opening but even after the sound had stopped, she still couldn't see a thing. She could hear heavy boots in the room but couldn't see who it was, though she could guess.
Bolg suddenly lit up a torch, making Tauriel abruptly close her eyes in pain. He simply waited in the middle of the room until she finally opened them. Tauriel gasped in fear as she saw him as if she was hoping it was someone else in the dark. She scouted the surroundings are the state of her body. The room was made out of dark stone, there was dirt and rubble everywhere with some bones scattered across the floor as well. Behind Bolg was an opening that led out of the room but it was pitch black behind him as well, probably why she still couldn't see anything after he entered. Looking at her body she noticed that the rags were gone, she was completely naked again and the whip marks seemed a few days old now. She peeked at her hands that were cuffed to the wall next to her head from each side, it didn't seem to be installed just for her, it seemed old. This was probably some kind of dungeon or prison. After that, she hesitantly looked back at Bolg who was unmoving and watching Tauriel with malevolence in his eyes.
"This is where you will spend the rest of your miserable life, filth." He casually informed her with his deep guttural voice.
He waited for a few seconds if Tauriel would say something or at least complain in some way, but she didn't, she didn't have anything left in her. She just looked at him in despair.
"Hmpf... Nobody will ever look for you in the deepest dungeons of Gundabad. How long you survive here will be entirely up to me, understand, elf-whore?!"
Tauriel only nodded. She wasn't even sure if she'd rather die or not at this point. The uncertainty of what would happen with her soul after death scared her immensely but she also didn't know if she could endure Bolg for another week. When it comes to it, he only had her for about a week or two, less if she counts only the days she was conscious, and her body was already falling apart. Surely she wouldn't survive a full month.
Her train of thought was interrupted, "I didn't get to fuck you before because you were too weak, so I will take your holes now."
Tauriel only nodded as a new tear emerged from her eye.
Bolg closed in, put the lit torch down on the dirty floor, and started unlocking the cuffs on her wrists.
"Say that you deserve it, miserable she-elf."
"I, ugh- I- I d-deserve t-to g-get ra-raped... ugh- d-destroyed..." She coughed up feebly.
He only grinned as he undid the second cuff and forcibly jerked her up to a standing position by the arms. He didn't waste any time as he removed his belt and ruthlessly turned Tauriel around and smashed her head into the stone wall, almost knocking her out. Bolg grabbed her neck from behind to hold her in place which actually helped her stand because her legs were so weak that she would probably just fall down without any support.
Tauriel could feel Bolg's huge cock making its way between her buttcheeks and clenched her teeth in an attempt to prepare for the pain. As he forced it inside, it wasn't any less painful than the times before. Tauriel screamed out in pain as he began relentlessly thrusting. She could feel her ass being torn apart as he grunted louder and louder. With his other hand, he left deep claw marks on her back and arms. She just tried to endure and wished that he climaxed as soon as possible.
It didn't take much longer and Bolg's thrusts were getting more aggressive and his groans even louder, and very soon after that Tauriel could feel his pulsating cock pumping her butt full of semen. Tauriel cried, coughed, and gasped for air but a small part of her was able to be relieved that it was over.
"Now, I'll take your cunt!" Bolg groaned, his voice still full of energy, and Tauriel's heart sank even lower. She would hang her head down if Bolg allowed it but he still held her by the neck pressed up against the wall.
The big orc pulled his cock out of Tauriel's ass and she could feel the sticky liquid pouring out, but he didn't waste time and forced it deep into her pussy. This time, Tauriel screamed even louder because even though her ass was generally tighter, Bolg stretched it out way more than her pussy in comparison. Tauriel moaned and whimpered with more tears coming out of her eyes, though most of them slid down the wall her face was pinned against. Once again she couldn't understand how was Bolg able to fuck her twice in a row without a break, in her mind, he had impossible stamina.
Tauriel felt like the cock was all the way in her belly, which it probably was as Bolg fucked her aggressively balls deep. Her legs were failing and she was only standing thanks to the orc holding her. This time Bolg didn't last as long but the excruciating pain made it feel like an eternity for Tauriel anyway. A few minutes later Bolg unloaded more semen, this time deep into Tauriel's vagina. Once he pulled out, cum began dripping out of both of her holes now. As soon as he let go of her neck, Tauriel motionlessly fell to the ground, gasping for air, whimpering, and breathing heavily.
Bolg stood above her for a few minutes to swiftly regain his energy and then carelessly cuffed Tauriel back to the wall.
"Get used to this, I may come several times a day... I'll fuck whatever's left of you until it's gone." He uttered and grinned under the weakening light of the torch which he picked up and smothered with his hand.
Tauriel cried out as she could hear Bolg's footsteps heading towards the door and then she could hear the door closing and soon after the thumps of Bolg's boots faded away into nothingness. Tauriel's butt and pussy felt like they were on fire again and she had a terrible headache. She couldn't do anything but cry and moan until she eventually fell asleep.
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Six months later
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She didn't know how long it was... She didn't know anything at all. All she knew was pain, despair, and suffering. Her nightmares were plagued by Bolg and even her thoughts were only capable of thinking about him and the cock that was raping her.
She didn't remember the last time she didn't feel pain, she didn't know the last time she wasn't scared or exhausted. She didn't remember the touch of grass on her bare feet or the touch of bark on her hands. She didn't remember the touch of the sun on her skin. She didn't remember the touch of another being that wasn't that foul beast. She hasn't seen anyone except him since she could remember, not even the other orcs. And a lot of time she didn't even see Bolg as he could see in the dark so sometimes he would come in, engulfed by total darkness, rape her several times and leave.
She didn't remember the taste of water and real food. Her diet consisted of Bolg's semen, moldy bread, rarely a dead, raw rat, and vile hard liquor that the orcs drank regularly. It kept Tauriel from ever having a clear mind as she was always in a state of confusion and dizziness.
Tauriel wasn't always cuffed to the wall when he wasn't there, sometimes he would leave her unbound in the room, though she would rarely move an inch before his next arrival. Sometimes he would hang her by the hands or legs from the ceiling and without a care, he sometimes left her like that for several days. Those times were always the worst.
She had hoped that with time, and with her unwavering obedience, Bolg would grow to at least somewhat like her, but his hatred for elves outweighed everything else and if anything as time went on he became even more ruthless and careless, as he thought of her as a simple object that could be broken.
She barely spoke anymore, not only was speaking senseless and usually only led to severe punishment, especially if she dared to ask questions but her vocal cords were barely usable anymore.
...
The last thought that she had kept in her mind that didn't include Bolg and his cock and her own suffering was the message she was engraving in one of the walls whenever he would leave her untied and if she had enough strength to at least crawl. She had lost her broken nails and left her fingers bloody several times over but she didn't care.
It read: "To Legolas: I don't blame and I'm sorry"
Or at least that's what she thought she was writing. She never actually saw the writing, and she felt like Bolg fucked literacy out of her. Bolg never noticed the writing or at least didn't care enough to punish her for it or mention it. Bolg never said anything that wasn't related to humiliating or berating her or related to him fucking her body.
Despite the situation, Tauriel hated being alone. Sometimes Bolg wouldn't come for three days in a row, and since she couldn't tell days apart and would sometimes fall asleep or unconscious as many as twenty or more times in those three days, oftentimes it felt like he finally abandoned her, left her to die of thirst.
Those days were the hardest, and Bolg knew it. Whenever he walked in after a few days of absence, she would throw herself at any food or liquid he gave her even though it was disgusting and she would throw herself at his cock, trying to please him so that he would come back more often. It never seemed to work as he would sporadically appear five times in a single day during one week and any other week he would only go there two times throughout the entirety of seven days.
Her body was covered with scars, whenever she ran her fingers across her body, she couldn't feel smooth skin anymore. If the skin wasn't covered in scars, it was covered in deeply engraved dirt that she probably wouldn't be able to fully remove even if she spent a week in clear water.
She thought about death often but the release of death felt distant. Whenever Bolg was gone she longed for him to come back and give her food, even though it came with all the terrible things she didn't long for death. She feared death and even if she didn't, she was in such a wretched state that she wouldn't have enough strength to bash her head against the wall hard enough for it to be fatal.
And she drifted into unconsciousness...
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Eighth months later
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It was 14 months since Tauriel awoke in the vilest dungeon of Gundabad. And there was no Tauriel left. Only the body of Bolg's elven toy. So much time passed filled with unimaginable torture that she had lost her mind. She forgot everything she knew outside of this room, she only remembered endless suffering, and Bolg. She didn't even remember the writing on the wall she engraved there a few months ago. Bolg was also coming to her less and less often. Now she was lucky if it was once a day. Or unlucky.
Loud thuds were approaching.
Tauriel knew what to do when she heard loud thuds and she wasn't bound. She kneeled in the sharp rocks and stones with her legs spread apart, her bare chest presented, and her hands behind her back. Every movement ached. But her whole body ached even when she wasn't moving at all. And Bolg was more important than any pain she had to endure.
The sound of the heavy stone door opening was more than audible and his footsteps stopped being muffled by the thick wall.
Bolg quickly went behind Tauriel's back, harshly grabbed her weak wrists, tied them together, and then hung her up from the ceiling. She grimaced but didn't make a sound.
Then he did something that she wasn't expecting. He lit up a torch. She grimaced in pain but once again didn't make a sound, and she quickly closed her eyes.
Bolg examined her body. His slave was severely malnourished, her ribs were visible as well as other bones in some parts of her body. He stuck a few fingers in her mouth that she instinctively opened. She had several broken teeth and some were missing entirely. The remaining teeth were in a really bad state, most of them rotten. Bolg wouldn't always come to rape her, sometimes he would just use her as a punching bag or he would just throw her around, on the ground or against the walls. That was the reason for her broken or missing teeth as well as some improperly healed broken bones. Her butt and genitals were ruined, they weren't tight anymore and so he most often used her mouth as that hole was always tight. He dislocated her jaw so many times that even he couldn't remember, though that was because he didn't care.
Her body and face had lost all color. She was pale from head to toe, and she almost resembled an orc. Though she looked pathetic and frail, and weaker than even the lowest orc scum. Due to the lack of nutrients, even her boobs were smaller, they weren't firm or full anymore.
"Open your eyes, slave." He uttered malevolently.
It took Tauriel several times as each time she tried to do so, she was immediately overwhelmed by the pain of the light. She was used to all other kinds of pain but she didn't experience this in a very long time. But finally, she forced herself to squint her eyes and left them open.
In one hand, he was holding the torch. In the other hand, he was holding a dirty, torn apart, green and brown tunic.
"Do you know what this is?"
Tauriel was confused, why did he want her to speak at all?
"N-n-no..." Her voice was very quiet and raspy, also almost like an orc, except an orc would usually be loud.
"It's a disgusting elven tunic! Do you know who it belonged to?!" His voice was as intimidating as always.
"Uhh- Umm... N-no..." She squinted her eyes to focus on the tunic but she had no idea, and she also had no idea why was he asking her these stupid questions and wasn't raping her instead.
"It belonged to a very filthy, and disgusting she-elf, Tauriel of the Woodland Realm! Do you know who that was?!" Under any other circumstance, he wouldn't utter the filth's real name but the words Tauriel was about to say were exactly what he expected.
Tauriel tried to dig deep through her mind but all she could see in it was darkness, Bolg and his huge cock.
"I- ugh- I- I d-don't... don't k-know..." She coughed with a confused facial expression.
"What are you then?! Are you a she-elf at all?!" He questioned with a grin.
"I... I'm...ugh- I'm a... a t-thing.... a s-slave to m-my G-God... ugh- B-Bolg..." She barely even remembered the words she was supposed to say.
Bolg's grin widened.
"If I gave you this tunic to wear it, to become Tauriel. What would you do, filthy cunt?!"
"O-oh n-no...! I c-can't! ugh- I can't w-wear... t-things, ugh- c-clothes!!! I- I'm n-not a-allowed!" I- I'm not- ugh- n-not T-Tauriel... I'm- I'm a s-slave!" Bolg could tell from the feeble anger and despair in his toy's raspy voice that she meant her words.
"That's exactly what you are! The only thing you are! You are dead without me!" He exclaimed and punched Tauriel in the belly, making her cough uncontrollably for several seconds.
"I-I... I- ugh- k-know..." She uttered.
"I will come to rape you later." He uttered as he was turning around to leave the room. Tauriel briefly noticed that he threw the tunic down on the floor underneath her.
Bolg came later that day and fucked Tauriel's ass while she was still hanging in the air and then left her hanging there for another few days.
Tauriel never willingly touched that tunic.
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Two months later
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Sixteen months since Tauriel arrived here. She hadn't seen light since Bolg's questioning and had been hanging in the air for the past six days. She had no liquid or food in that time. Any human would die in those conditions but her elven enhancements were a curse. Both of her shoulders were dislocated from the length and intensity of her hanging. It was unbelievably painful but she didn't register it. She was just a shell, a thing to be punched or filled with cum.
...
Loud thuds. He was coming.
If Tauriel was able to percept her surroundings maybe her heartbeat would fasten but her mind was gone.
Only when the loud sound of the door opening pierced her ears did she briefly look up. But quickly lowered her head again and closed her eyes as Bolg was walking in with a lit torch. But not only that... also his big mace.
"Open your eyes!" He said, from his tone, it seemed like he was frustrated.
Tauriel did as she was told, it took her fewer tries than last time.
"We are marching onto Erebor again. And I don't need you anymore. I'm not dragging your broken body with me and I'm not leaving you here to some orc scum!"
Tauriel looked at him, puzzled.
"B-but, ugh- I- I l-love y-you..." She mumbled even though she didn't even know what Bolg was saying exactly.
"Your weak, pathetic, elven body is too destroyed to take pleasure in. I've broken everything and raped every last bit of your existence out of you. As we march onto Erebor, I'll snatch myself a new elf-cunt, another elf-whore to prove how weak your race is!"
Tauriel was even more confused, she didn't know who or what Erebor was and had no idea why he was mentioning her race, she didn't know what race she was herself.
"I'll kill you the same way I killed that dwarf-scum, that's how I broke you for the first time." He said with a malicious grin as he threw away the torch, untied Tauriel's hands and she fell down on the floor. She was unable to use her arms with the dislocated shoulders. Not that she would have the power to use them either way.
Tauriel kneeled and looked up at her God, who was reaching for her hair, forcing her to stand up.
"P-please... F-fuck me f-first?" Tauriel pleaded.
"Hmpf..." Bolg actually thought about it for a second, "No. No time, and I won't waste my time with your filth anymore. Your existence is mine to end."
Tauriel saw the sharp end of the mace closing in towards her chest and was truly frightened for the first time since she could remember.
"P-please... I- I d-don't want to d-die y-yet... I c-can- ugh- I c-can b-be use-useful! F-force your- ugh- your c-cock d-down my throat!!" She pleaded harder.
Bolg ignored her and she cried out as she could feel the very tip of the orc's mace touch her skin but he stopped there for a few seconds.
...
Tauriel, realizing it was about to happen no matter what was suddenly struck with a few seconds of complete clarity.
"I... I wish... Bolg... You die a slow and... and... painful death at... at Erebor..." Her voice was still weak and raspy but those words were clearer than any other she uttered in this dungeon.
Bolg grimaced nastily when his slave uttered those words and slowly pushed his mace in. First, he pierced the skin, then the muscles, and the flesh, a loud cracking noise was heard as he cracked her ribs, and then he pierced the heart... slowly.
Tauriel gasped and moaned feebly but didn't scream. She looked Bolg in the eyes one last time as he let go of her and her lifeless body fell onto the dark, dirty, cold floor.
Bolg also took one long look at Tauriel's blank face on the ground and then turned around... And he never, ever returned to that room.
The lingering torch stayed in the room, faintly illuminating Tauriel's face with a single tear running down her cheek.
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Bolg would never claim another she-elf as his own, he would never claim Erebor, he would never claim anything again, for when he marched onto Erebor after murdering Tauriel, he would meet his end. A stray arrow from a small dwarven volley pierced deep into his skull, killing him nearly instantly.
And thus, even Tauriel's last, dying wish wasn't fulfiled. Bolg was never punished for the atrocities he committed upon her, and he never felt the same pain or helplessness as her.
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