The Fall of a Gondorian Captain

Minas Ithil's fall was an inevitability that could neither be slowed nor delayed any longer. There were no reinforcements from Gondor, no hero that could crest the surrounding mountains and herald the dawn of a new day. Minas Ithil would burn until there was nothing but stone left, the human remnants scattering to the wind and forced into slavery or killed outright. Idril was no different, as she sank to her knees, screaming like a banshee and raising up her hands stained in her father's still warm blood, the Witch King's words still ringing in her ears as tears of shock, horror and betrayal fell from her cheeks.

"She is free... to live as a comfort slave."

Idril doesn't remember picking up her sword or standing to her feet, but she was swept off of them and into the air by her throat. She weakly and blindly slashed her sword into thin air, not coming close to landing a hit on one of the numerous wraiths that stood in the inner keep. Unable to breathe, the sword slipped from her limp hand and clattered to the floor with a deafening sound.

Kill me...

Kill me...

K-Kill-

She was thrown to the ground, her head colliding with the sharp corner of the small staircase that led to the pedestal that the Witch King stood beside. Idril's eyes fluttered, her breaths coming out in short gasps as her consciousness became fleeting. The last thing she remembers is a blinding, green light and an ice-cold chill that enveloped her entire body, a wicked screech ringing in her ears that made her eyes vibrate in the moments before she blinked herself into blackness.

In her unconscious state, Idril was left unaware of the changes that her body underwent. The ring wraiths had used their evil magics to morph her into the ultimate tool to keep their largest soldiers in line. Upon waking, she was oblivious to any wrongs with her, other than her pounding headache and a chill had set deep into her bones. The skies were unnaturally dark and there was a blackish fog that seemed to seep in from an unknown source. Idril's teeth chattered and she wrapped her arms around herself, only just realizing that she was not only stripped of her armour, but totally bare without a stitch of thread on her. Her heart skipped a beat and jumped into her throat. Every bit of her training as a soldier was thrown to the wayside as she began to realize where she was and exactly what was surrounding her.

"Lookit, boys! The wench's awake!"

An uruk captain was sitting on the edge of the fighting arena, his legs gently swaying as he shifted in his seat. He had a smirk on his face, as did the ologs that surrounded Idril.

"The wraiths' 'ave given you lot a nice little toy to play with, don't you think?" Idril's eyes begin to go wide.

No... no they can't-

"Fink we'll break 'er?"

"No care! No care!"

"'Break 'er'? Who gives a shrakh?! The bosses said you can plug all 'er holes 'n she'll be forced to take it!" Idril scrambled to her feet, hugging her arms to her chest. For a brief moment, her nakedness escaped her. All she could think about was a possible opportunity to escape. As her eyes darted wildly about, the uruk captain waved his hand in the air.

"'ave at 'er! Don't let that tark slut escape what's comin' to 'er!"

In all her years of life, Idril never thought something like... this would have ever happened to her. In such a crucial moment, her body utterly failed her. Her legs were weak, her balance was off kilter, and the moment she tried to run away she slipped and fell into the muddy earth beneath her. For some foul reason that was beyond her understanding, Idril felt her body heating up in spite of the chilled rain. Her pussy had already begun to throb the moment she realized that she was naked and it only grew more and more unbearable as the uruk captain talked down to her. Like she was some kind of object. A slave. A large, meaty hand grabbed her by the ankle, easily encompassing it and jerking her into the air as though she was a little doll.

"N-NO! UNHAND-! S-STAY AWA- A-AAAHH!!!" Idril released an ear piercing scream as her other leg was grabbed. Her legs were yanked apart with enough force to cause her hips to shift and pop painfully.

"Tark squirm! TARK SQUIRM!" One of the ologs laughed as he tugged at his waist cloth. Idril could feel her heart pounding in her ears, in a state of panicked shock as one of the biggest cocks she's ever seen in her life was pulled out a mere few inches from her face.

"H-HAA...! HA-! A-AAHH?!~" Her body recoiled as she felt something thick and warm slide in between her legs. Idril attempted to pull her body upright though the moment she began to twist and turn her head was grabbed and was forced down onto a stinking olog cock.

"Wha's tark cunny taste like? Bet 'er arse's better!" One of the large brute's laughed as he stroked his cock. Most of Idril's vision was obscured by troll dick, a thick, dark grey thing that had bulging, throbbing veins that pulsated against his skin.

She clenched her teeth shut, unable to keep her lips closed so the massive head of the olog's cock was rubbing against her pearly whites. Idril's eyes were watering as she tried to push away from the troll but she released a cry of disgust as she felt a thick-tipped tongue press into her puckered asshole. In that one brief moment of weakness, the olog that had a hold of her head somehow managed to shove the head of his cock into her tiny human mouth.

"URK-!!!"

A painful crack resonated throughout Idril's skull as her jaw was surely dislocated. Between the pain and the taste and the smell and the utter humiliation of it all, she wasn't sure exactly what was making her tear up more. She couldn't breathe and though she was sure her body should be ripping at the seams, it withstood the pain and the pressure and just barely accommodated the large creature's cock. He groaned and forced her head down even lower, tears and snot streaming down her face and lubricating the olog's dick as he facefucked her.

"GOOD! MOUTH GOOD!" Inhuman noises left Idril's throat as she was assaulted from both sides. She almost couldn't feel the other olog's tongue penetrating her ass. Almost. Both pain and pleasure shot through her core as she felt her asshole stretch around his tongue. Hot arousal made her toes curl and her pussy overflow with juices as he swirled his tongue and repeatedly punched the depths of her asshole with it. She moaned and squealed around the cock in her mouth, her tongue twitching around the underneath of his shaft.

"Look! Tark-slut use tongue! She likey!" The brutes all laughed as Idril suffocated on cock. The tongue in her asshole pulls away, leaving a gaping, winking hole in its wake.

"Keep 'er steady! I'm goin' in-!" N-No... NO!

"MMMM-!!!" Idril tried to push up and off the olog raping her mouth but she was too weak to do so. She only managed to bob her head up and down, causing her jaw to shift painfully and for the olog to grab her by the scruff of the neck and force her head up and down his length. Idril could do nothing but stare at the olog's ugly navel as she was lowered in front of the cock behind her, its tip poking her once in between her holes, twice against her quivering ass then for a final time in between once again before it split her virgin pussy in half.

"HRMMMM-!!!"

Even with her mouth full and throat obscured, her shriek of pain was audible throughout the newly named Minas Morgul. Idril's body contorted in agony, her chest heaving, ribs exposed as she trembled in pain. Her eyes were blank with pain and terror, darting around but unable to focus on a single thing. Blood ran down her torso from between her legs, splattering onto the muddy ground and mingling with the dirty waters below. There was no reprieve for her, no moment for adjustments to be had. The olog was already pounding into her, using her legs as leverage so he could force the entirety of his monstrous member into her cunt, regardless of whether or not it was able to fit.

"Took it all! Whore-tark! FUCK TARK!" The other brutes egged the other two raping her on. As if they needed encouragement. There was a clear bulge in both Idril's throat and in her abdomen, her body somehow withstanding this assault and defying nature itself. If she was of clear mind, she might have understood this to be her punishment, so to speak. A comfort slave... That's what she was now. She was to be used and fucked to the Dark Lord's army's content. Little did Idril know that would be serving others as well, for the rest of her unnatural life...

"GLUG-! URK-!! MMPHH-!!!" Every noise that came out of her only turned the beasts on more and more. She was merely a plaything to them, something to break and toy with. They wanted to see how far they could take her before she croaked, fully surprised and thrilled that she hadn't died yet. The fun would be lasting, it would seem, though even if she died, it wasn't like they would let her corpse go to waste...

"FUCK 'ER! Listen to 'er squeal! Make 'er scream more!"

Underneath all the agonizing pain, there was a bitter heat that was burning hotter and hotter with every thrust of the ologs' hips. In spite of her hips grinding and shifting, in spite of her organs being pounded against, in spite of the corners of her mouth tearing and her throat stretching wider and wider, Idril was beginning to feel pleasure. It was difficult to discern at first, but now she was starting to feel it.

And it was far worse than the pain she has been subjected to.

Her cunt was already accommodating the olog's dick, stretching and conforming to it perfectly, so that her body could give him the most amount of pleasure possible while still being a living, breathing, screaming sextoy. Pussy juices replaced blood flowing from her cunt and her walls were already squeezing and clenching around his dick, her clit throbbing as her body shuddered in ecstasy.

"FUCK-! She's squeezin' down on me! The 'ore's got a cravin' for troll's dick now!" The olog fucking her cunt grunted as slammed into her. His massive balls were slapping against Idril's navel with enough force to knock the air from her lungs.

Her body was already going limp and her eyes were hazy with defeat by the time she felt the cock in her mouth began to throb. The olog was howling as he fucked her throat, snarling and grunting as he dragged her down the length of his cock, until her lips were around his base and her nose was flush against his rocky skin.

"COCK CUM! CUM! DRINK CUM!!!" The olog shouted as his balls throbbed and cum shot out of his dick and directly down Idril's gullet.

Eye's going wide, thick, hot, off coloured cum overflows from her nose. Pressure builds behind her eyes as her sinuses are filled with jizz, her stomach bloating past its natural capacity and still growing as the brute still isn't finished cumming inside of her. All the while, her pussy is still being ravaged, her uterus utterly destroyed as it is stretched over and over again by olog cock that is thrice as thick as her arm is and nearly twice as long. Between massive pumps of semen, the olog's cock pops out of Idril's mouth and coats her entire body in its seed. Instantly she projectile vomits cum, retching and gagging in between screams of agony and pleasure as she is continuously raped.

"AAAAHHH!!! AAHHH!!! N-NAAAA-!!! HA- EEEEKK!!!~" A pathetic expression crosses Idril's face as she orgasms, a hot spray emitting from her pussy and covering the olog's cock in her arousal. Booming laughter nearly deafens her as her head drops, screams and moans of pleasure escaping her mouth like she was some kind of common whore.

"Stuff 'er mouth! Keep it busy so she don't scream!" As she felt the cock in her cunt throb, her mouth was plugged back up. It was much easier to swallow this massive cock after her body was softened up. She was deepthroating him and gagging against another cock when she felt the first wave of burning hot cum enter her womb.

"Take it- Take it-! TAKE IT! TAKE IT-!" The olog roared as he yanked Idril down flush onto his length. Her eyes went foggy again and they rolled up into her skull as her body quaked.

Something physically shifted inside of her as her precious, previously undefiled womanhood was ravaged by foul olog seed. Idril's toes curled and she cummed again at the sensation of being filled. Her entire body jerked and she all but bounced herself on the olog's cock, milking it as her walls fluttered around his shaft and her womb expanded to accommodate more of his seed, to the point that her belly was swollen, as though she was already with child. Cum dripped out of her nose and filled her mouth, gushing around the dick in her mouth and coating it in secondhand semen. It didn't seem to matter though. The olog had his way with her mouth until he was satisfied, and she was passed along to another brute that grabbed her by her soft, squishy belly and forced her down onto his cock, uncaring of which hole his dick would find itself in.

"HURK-!!!" Idril clenched her teeth as her eyes snapped wide. Tears, snot and saliva streamed down her face as her asshole was stretched wide. It was too much. Too much!!! She can't fucking do this!!! Can't she just die? Why can't she die?! When will this madness end-?!

"Lookit! She's took it up the arse!" As if it needed to be pointed out, one of the ologs had helpfully pointed to the scene with his large, stubby finger, causing all his brethren to look upon the scene of a tiny human woman's even tinier asshole somehow stretching around a thick olog cock. Her eyes went even wider as he started to move her up and down his length, her stomach bulging every time he pulled her down his shaft.

"H-HNNNG!!! G-GUH!~ U-UGGHHH!!!" Idril couldn't control her body. Olog cum that was still trapped in her uterus came rocketing out of her, streaming out of her like a high pressure waterfall. A stream of urine cut through the white avalanche, something that wasn't lost on the crowd that was taking turns raping her.

"She's pissin'! LOOK! Guess it must really feel that good, huh?!" The uruk captain seemed to find it the most amusing, delighting in Idril's pained screams of pleasure as her asshole was ripped to shreds.

"CUM! CUM IN ARSE, TARK-SLUT!" Idril was blinded by tears as she violently shook her head, screaming as her pussy juices intermingled with the cum and piss that was shooting out from between her legs.

A wave of heat shot throughout her entire core. For a fraction of a second, Idril's vision blackened and she felt herself retching. Cum was pushed deep into her bowels, pushing against her stomach and forcing the cum that still sloshed within it to come pouring out of her mouth and nose. She was so bloated that she feared her belly would burst open. Would it be bloody? Or merely just cum? She couldn't see anything other than white. White, white, white cum all over her, the ground, inside of her... Idril was passed off and she groaned as her leg was nearly dislocated from its socket.

"N-No more... p-please..." Her voice was barely a whisper as she felt yet another cock press in between her legs. Which hole would he take? None of the ologs seemed to have much of a preference, but now that they all had a laugh about it being in her ass, they seemed to shift from her mouth and pussy to her one hole.

"'No more'? Wench, we 'aven't even been started yet! You thinks it'll stop af'er today? No, no... You gonna wish you's dead, but you'll never be." The captain shook his head and spat, a little disgusted as he listened to how Idril cried and screamed like she didn't like all her holes being ravaged by his boys. He could see how she leaned into their cocks, how she squeezed them, how she squirted all over them when they filled her up...

"Why not a few o' you plug 'er arse up?" One olog that was fucking Idril's mouth turned to look at his captain, still bobbing the mostly limp woman's blonde head up and down his shaft.

"A few...?" They weren't the brightest lot and were confused by the request. Confused but intrigued. The uruk shifted in his seat as he thought of a way to explain it.

"Yeah... like... I dunno, three 'n one 'ole?" He scratched his chin, looking up at the newly named city and briefly admiring the new look. The white was hurting his eyes-

The ologs all looked between one another.

Can... they do that?

They would find out, one way or another...

"G-Gonna-! GONNA DIE!!! P-PLEASE-!!!" Idril screamed as she was dragged backwards onto three troll dicks lined and stacked on top of one another. One was already too much for her, but three?! This is madness! She CAN'T-!

"Naw, she can take it! The masters' casted some spells on 'er! She's a bonafide comfort slave! 's what they said!" The uruk captain reassured his boys with a confident nod. Even if they killed her, it's not like they would get into trouble. They can do whatever they want to her... the wraiths had told them as such. Idril felt something inside of her move as the three heads of the ologs' cocks began to press into her.

She's... been changed? S-Spells...? N-No... No, it's not- N-NO-!!!

"H-HNNNG-!!!"

The uruk was right. Her body has changed. No human, no matter how resilient, could withstand such torment and not only remain alive, but conscious and with their body still largely intact. The sight of her asshole, stuffed so full and stretched so wide that it almost seemed to be utterly impossible. One olog cock was large enough to force Idril's hips to widen but three? All she could do was scream as she was pulled back onto their dicks by her legs and her head, one olog having her right leg, another her left and the one in the middle of the other two grabbing her head and pulling her upright so that an impossibly deep point within Idril's body was pressed against and repeatedly pounded into as they all started to thrust into her after their cocks were secure inside of her asshole.

Idril was still tight in spite of being stretched so much. A sickening SQUELCH echoed around the arena, alongside her screams that reached new, higher pitches the longer she was gangraped. Each olog fucked into her and her body was forced to accommodate their lengths and girths. No discernible rhythm was set, as each soldier thrusted into her and pulled her back at their own pace, causing the human woman's asshole to go from fully filled to partially to nearly vacant to completely full all within the matter of seconds. Idril couldn't bear this torture any longer. She wept as she cummed, trying to quieten her cries of pleasure but failing as all three ologs began to pound into her, their massive, thick dicks causing friction burns on the walls of her ass as they all pumped their foul seed into her body.

"...no m-more... n-no..." Her body popped off their dicks and she was dropped onto the mud and cum covered ground. Idril was face down, ass up, her jaw swelling to the point that she could barely speak anymore. The reddish-pink surface of her asshole's inner walls was on display, shuddering as hot cum and cold rain splashed against its surface. Idril's hips were grabbed and she was dragged backwards.

They weren't finished. She lost track of the time, of how many times her asshole was fucked in spite of how loose it had gotten. Even when the ologs all finished with her, her body covered in mud and cum and piss, she was raped yet again by their captain. His cock wasn't as large, as brutal on her body as theirs was, but her pussy seemed to shrink around him and it was like losing her virginity all over again as he fucked her hard enough that she bled.

"H-HA-! AH-!~ AH-!~ A-AHH-! URK-!!!" Idril choked on her own moans as a large hand was wrapped around her throat.

"All yous do 's scream! 's gettin' on my nerves!" The uruk fucked her with such force that her lower body jumped and was pushed partially off the ground. Idril felt something inside of her tear for the second time that day, eyes welling with tears as she didn't bother to try and fight against the hand that was on the verge of strangling her to the point of unconsciousness.