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.
