The Nazguls slave

It wasn't supposed to end like this… The Gravewalker shouldn't have fallen so soon. Without his aid, the elf-assassin, Eltariel, couldn't hope to stand against the Nazgûl as individuals, nonetheless to the Nazgûl twins that have risen to power in Mordor in recent years. The she-elf was winded, exhausted from the one-sided battle and still standing in defiance in spite of her doom walking towards her with a matching stride. The twins' cloaks left them looking identical as wraiths, just as they were in life as flesh in blood. Eltariel bared her teeth as her blades were kicked away from their resting place on the floor, clattering somewhere on the other side of the Overlord's throne room.

"The one and only Blade of Galadriel, defeated and unspoiled, stands before us, dear sister." One of the twins walked around Eltariel and she spun to face her.

The elf assassin snarled and channeled the last of her Lady's light, hoping it would be enough to put an end to these miserable creature's existences for good. She would die if it meant their end. It was what Lady Galadriel groomed her for, it was her purpose as her Blade… The Light of Galadriel swelled in the gem inlaid in her palm and it throbbed as though alive. For a brief moment, Eltariel felt hope.

Only for it to be dashed as the jewel cracked from the overwhelming darkness of Mordor and the Nazgûl that filled the room. Eltariel's- no, all of Middle Earth's- only salvation splintered and shattered into thousands of pieces. Dim, cold, Lightless… The gem shattered just as her heart did upon sensing her Lady's gaze turn away from her and back towards the West.

"...m-my Lady-"

For the first time in many, many lifetimes, Eltariel felt true loneliness. Lady Galadriel has left her to her fate in Mordor and would not look upon her again for as long as she walked this Earth. Eltariel could only pray to Mandos that He would take her away from the ultimate horror that she would find herself subjected to before her very essence would be corrupted forever.

If her captors would even give her such an opportunity.

"Your Light has abandoned you, elf. We are your Ladies now." The Nazgûl twins crowded her, their dark auras simply overwhelming her by their mere presence.

"You are nothing to me. Nothing!" Eltariel spat as she looked for an opening out. It was reflexive but in the moment she paused to think.

If she runs she would have truly failed the Lady Galadriel. Eltariel feels something wither inside of her as one of the twins grabbed her hood with her gauntleted hand and yanked it free of her head. Her long, blonde hair was tightly pinned in a braided bun to prevent it from being grabbed but several locks were now tugged free and hung loosely from her head.

"We are your everything, she-elf! You belong to us now." Eltariel's eyes went wide as her armour was shorn from her body with a simple curl of the Nazgûl's finger. No contact with her body was made but it was as though talons had ripped through her elven armour and torn into her underclothing, revealing her pale, untouched skin to the leering wraiths.

"Y-You fiends! Just what are you planning to do to me?!" Eltariel spat as her arms instinctively covered her now bare chest and crotch. Her skin was a smooth, milky white that was speckled intermittently with light freckles here, there and everywhere. The Nazgûl twins continued to circle the elf assassin, taking in her bare form from behind their masks.

"Such an impressive body…" One twin mused as her talons ghosted against the elf's shoulder. Eltariel spun on her heel to face her buy her attention was pulled in the opposite direction

"...yet you hide it away from the world." Her twin finished. A cold, metal hand grabbed a handful of her ass and Eltariel yelled as she shied away from the touch. Never has she ever been touched in such a manner!

"H-How dare-?!" Her voice fell short as the Nazgûls' dark presences suddenly blanketed over her. It was… It was too much! Eltariel felt a creeping sensation that she despised! A cold heat that pooled in her gut and that began to spread to her extremities that left her numb and her knees weak.

"'How dare'? You are ours, elfling!" A fistful of her hair was grabbed and pulled free from the bun pinned tightly to her head.

"Ours to do with as we see fit!" SMACK!

"A-AH?!" Eltariel cried out in surprise as her rear was slapped. Hard. Never has she been struck in such a manner! N-Not from anyone… other t-that her Lady-

"We did not tell you to cover yourself! You belong to us now, she-elf!"

"Remove your arms! We wish to witness you in all your glory."

Through gritted teeth, Eltaried hesitated, though only for a fleeting moment. She… cannot deny them. They are her victors and she must do as they command of her. Eltariel dropped her arm to her sides and held her head high. She has nothing to be ashamed of. Nothing. Not where it concerns monsters like them.

The twins continued to circle her, only their pace slowed considerably and their heads noticeably tilted as they examined her body. A red handprint was already forming on her soft ass cheek, much to their delight. Not only that, but in spite of her incredibly lean and slim frame, this elf had an impressive figure that was both athletic and voluptuous where it mattered most. Her tits weren't large but they were neither small, they were a perfect handful with pink nipples that remained soft in spite of the cold and the intense gaze that struck her to her core. But her ass… The she-elf had an ass that would make any Eastern whore furious with jealousy. The twins could feel themselves becoming aroused from the mere sight of her nude form, and they wasted no time in claiming the elf assassin as their own personal fuck slave.

Eltariel gasped and cried out as she was swept off her feet. Picked up from behind, her legs were spread wide open so that her lower half was left shamelessly on display for the other twin to inspect.

"D-Don't-!" Eltariel's voice died in her throat as her hairless, smooth pussy lips were spread open by gauntleted fingers.

It was just as the Nazgûls expected. Eltariel was clean and totally unspoiled. Her hymen was still intact and it was doubtful that a she-elf would have taken it in the rear to preserve her chastity at any point. The one twin chuckled to herself and allowed Eltariel's pussy to close back up. Her hands went lower, underneath her body and to her sister's lower half. The elf wondered what she was doing, on the verge of becoming sick from such an invasive inspection that left her body flush with shame. She furrowed her brows as she felt something hard and cold suddenly rub against one of her ass cheeks.

"H-Huh…?" Her eyes went wide as the Nazgûl in front of her stuck her hand under her cloak, freeing something that has remained hidden from the world for many, many years. Until today.

"W-Wha… is t-that…?" Eltariel's voice was a hushed whisper as a long, thick appendage bobbed from the tension pulsating through it. It was pale from death and had thick, black veins that stood out and gave it visible texture. I-Is that-?! The she-elf's eyes went wide as she was repositioned and the Nazgûl twins began to press the tips of their spears into both of her holes.

"N-NO! NO, YOU MUSN'T! STOP THIS MADNESS AT ONCE!" Her voice hit a pitch that never has before. The twins only answered with heavy breathing and a push of their hips.

Eltariel kicked her legs and squirmed but it was pointless. She was firmly held in place and lowered down onto the twin Nazgûls' impressive meat spears. Slowly but surely, they pushed into her, at first making no progress due to her tightness and their lack of willingness to prepare her. A sudden thrust of their hips and gravity pulling her body downwards ultimately broke the thin barriers that protected her chastity from their corruption.

"OOOOUUUUGH-?!?!"

It all happened so fast… Eltariel was blinded by pain and humiliation. They- They are inside of her?! The pain wasn't simply stinging or burning, it was something much, much worse, something she has never experienced in all her years of long life. She threw her head back and screamed, trying to pull her body off their spears and to provide herself with some sort of relief- any kind of relief! But she couldn't. In the instant that they stole one of her most precious treasures they began to thrust their hips at a wild, breakneck pace.

"S-STOOOOP IT!!! N-NOOO! I-IT-! AAAHHHHH!!!"

Her screams echoed in the vacant Overlord throne room. Eltariel's virginal blood coated the twins' cocks and offered minimal lubrication as they fucked their new toy. Her pussy and asshole were stretched beyond what was natural by the twins' wraith cocks. The she-elf's holes were warm and inviting, squeezing the two wraiths so tightly that they feared their cocks might snap in half. Eltariel thrashed and fought against every descent down their shafts One of the twins' cockheads continuously speared the entrance to Eltariel's womb, slowly but surely pushing its way in until it broke down her gate and rammed her furthermost wall.

"HURK-!?!?!"

Spittle flew from Eltariel's mouth as her stomach bulged every other thrust of the Nazgûls' hips. Their cocks pressed and rubbed against one another inside of her small body, causing the she-elf unimaginable pain that blended into one big sensation of blinding, chilly heat. They alternated their thrusts so she was always filled and in constant suffering from their massive girths.

Somewhere in the middle of her rape, Eltariel became totally numb. She didn't feel anything, none of the fucking, none of the pain, no humiliation and no more of the creeping heat that was the most agonizing part of this entire ordeal. She was pulled off their lengths and dropped onto the floor.

"...no more…" Her voice was barely above a whisper as she was bent in half. Both twins crowded themselves over her body, facing her nethers and their thick asses nearly sitting on the elf's face. Eltariel could feel them line their cockheads up to her gaping asshole, pressing into her in unison and stretching her asshole so wide that the she-elf could feel herself tearing at the seams.

"PLEASE!!! PLEASE, N-NO- OOOOUUGHHH?!" Eltariel could only make guttural sounds as the twins pounded into her ass. Their thick, heavy balls slapped against her sore pussy and Eltariel threw her head from side to side as she became desperate for a way out.

She would rather die- she would rather DIE! Eltariel will do ANYTHING to make this madness stop! NOW!

Never would she ever do something like… this, but her body couldn't take much more of this! Her ass was on fire and on the verge of being a gaping mess forever and something was on the verge of exploding in her pussy. It was growing every time the twins' cocks rubbed against one another in her asshole and Eltariel was scared. She screwed her eyes shut and leaned forward as she stuck her tongue out and brought her fingers to the Nazgûl twins' asses.

It's disgusting… Eltariel blindly licked their sweaty assholes in between cries of pain and confusion. The twins reacted to her advances but did nothing to stop her. Their hips stuttered but their intensity didn't wane in the slightest. I-If she can get them to finish more quickly-! Eltariel swapped between their asses, twirling her tongue around their puckered entrances before shoving her tongue inside. She dabbed into one of their assholes with the tip of her tongue and then quickly swapped to the other before doing it all over again.

Eltariel teased one of the twin's assess before slipping one of her long, slender fingers inside of her. She released a low groan, the first noise that either twin has made since they began raping her. The elf pulled her face away and penetrated the other twin's ass, now finger fucking them both as quickly as she physically could.

Make it stop! Make it stop! PLEASE MAKE IT STOP-!

Their holes were incredibly tight but accepted two fingers each nonetheless. The Nazgûls' asses sucked in Eltariel's fingers and she felt her very soul become more and more corrupted and dirtied as she explored them. She twisted her fingers and spread them apart, curling them as her poor, ruined asshole was pounded harder and faster the more and more frantically she searched for a means to end this torment.

"AH-! AH-! AH-!!!~" The elf's voice began to crack as the tingling and throbbing in her pussy increased twofold. She didn't realize that her cunt was all but overflowing with arousal until eight fingers were jammed into her sore hole all at once.

I-It's going to break-! Eltariel's pussy clung to the twins' fingers as they worked their entire hands inside of her. Though it shouldn't be possible… Eltariel felt a pleasurable pressure build in her core. She bucked her hips and her holes sucked the twins in even further as her fingers brushed against a smooth, raised surface located within the wraiths' assholes.

"NGGGH-!" One of their hips stuttered and Eltariel felt their fingers pry open her cervix. Eltariel felt herself fade from existence for a brief moment and she lost control of her bladder. Her piss was forced out sporadically as her pussy was double-fisted, coating her torso in a golden shower that she could barely feel.

It didn't matter that she didn't have control of her fine motor functions, the Nazgûls could pleasure themselves and Eltariel's body only kept giving to them. They ground their thick asses on her thin elf fingers and stimulate their own prostates. Their balls were throbbing and their cocks were twitching and with a final thrust of both their hips and their arms, the twin Nazgûls cum in unison inside of the broken elf's asshole.

Something inside of Eltariel broke the moment chilly cum invaded her bowels. Her asshole, pussy and even her womb began to spasm and clench as she reached her own climax. The first orgasm Eltariel has ever experienced in her entire life… For a fraction of a second, all Eltariel could think of was the warm glow of her Lady's face. It was as though the pleasure that coursed through her body was Hers, and Eltariel was not being raped by wraiths but making love to Lady Galadriel…

But the warmth faded and all she was left was with agony and the realization that she has lost something she will never regain. Not even death will wipe the slate clean. The twins removed their cocks from Eltariel's battered and gaping asshole and their fists from her similarly conditioned pussy. The moment they did, she rolled onto her side and began to vomit uncontrollably. Only bile was expelled and before she was finished gagging, she was picked up by her hair and faced with a cum-covered cock nearly the length of her forearm and twice as thick.

"Face your ruin with some pride, she-elf!" The wraith sneered as she dragged Eltariel's face over her still hard cock.

"Feel it, breathe it in, taste it-!" Eltariel's jaw popped painfully as the twin forced her cock into her mouth.

"Relish it! We are your masters now!" She hissed as she forcibly bottomed out in the she-elf's tight maw. Her throat expanded painfully to accommodate her girth and there was a noticeable bulge in her throat every time the wraith slammed her head down her shaft.

A dirty, metallic taste filled Eltariel's mouth as she was facefucked. She screwed her eyes shut and curled her toes, praying that the other twin wouldn't approach her from behind and stuff either of her aching holes full with her monster cock. She didn't, and Eltariel was almost relieved in spite of suffocating on the cock that filled her throat. Or, she was only for a moment, before the massive doors to the Overlord's chamber were opened and light came flooding into the darkened room. It nearly blinded Eltariel in spite of her back being to the light, but it was fleeting as two large shadows quickly fell over her and the Nazgûl skullfucking her.

"URK-?!" Her eyes went wide as ground shaking steps fell behind her, the CLACK, CLACK, CLACK of claws tapping on the floor leaves little to the imagination as the stink of drake filled her nostrils. She was pulled off the wraith by her hair and through her coughing and sputtering, Eltariel began to scream

"N-NOO-!!! P-PLEASE!!! I-I WILL DO ANYTHING ELSE!!! ANYTHING!!! D-DON'T!!!" Her cries would go unheeded. Two drakes were led into the chamber by a few beastmasters, with the other twin leading them towards the naked she-elf. They didn't bother hiding how they stared at her battered and cum-leaking body, and the Nazgûl leading them spoke over her shoulder.

"Keep your beasts in control and perhaps you may bear witness to the she-elf's first breeding session." Eltariel's eyes went wide as her head was turned, forcing her neck to pull at an awkward angle. Any discomfort she felt was forgotten as her eyes fell not on the orc-filth that would see her in such a disgraced state, but the dark, twin penises that slipped out of the drakes' cocksheaths.

"N-No… I-It's not-" Those… things were nearly as long as she was tall and even thicker than she was wide! S-She can't-! They cannot expect her to- to-!

"You are about to experience the true resilience of elf-kind, assassin. You should be grateful to your forebears for this, though… perhaps you will be cursing them in the end…" Wicked laughter filled the chamber as the doors were slammed shut. There was no hope for escape for Eltariel and there was no mercy to be had in this hellish place.

One of the drakes tasted the air with its tongue, taking a keen interest in the scent of Eltariel's slick. No matter how she tried to pull her hair free of the wraith's grasp, she could not free herself. The pain in her scalp was nothing in the face of the all consuming terror that the she-elf experienced as hot puffs of air hit her exposed skin.

"This… You cannot-" Eltariel had lost her voice. Her heart slammed in her chest as she looked over her shoulder. The drake was mid-stride, its cocks bobbing as it slithered forward towards her. The wraith before her chuckled and pulled her kneeling body forward, forcing Eltariel to prop her body up underneath her palms.

"We can. And we shall do as we please. To the victors go the spoils of war, no?" Eltariel's breath froze in her throat as a shadow loomed over her. She could feel the heat of the drake envelope her as it stepped over her.

"Do try not to fight against them. Drakes dearly detest an unwilling mate…" The other twin laughed and her sister joined her as she shoved her cock into Eltariel's gaping mouth.

This was beyond madness…! Eltariel couldn't breathe as her chest seized and her throat was stuffed full of cock. She instinctively curled in on herself and shied away from the drake's looming cocks but a cold steel boot shoved underneath her torso pulled her body off the ground. The sharp tip of the armoured shoe dug into the sensitive flesh of her abdomen and Eltariel was left with nowhere left to go as the drake's cocks suddenly slapped against her back and the cleft of her ass.

No matter what those two she-devils had said, her surviving this torture was simply impossible! Those cocks weigh more than she does, not to mention that they were longer than she was tall! As thick as they were, they were supple and seemed to search for her openings with little need of outside assistance. Eltariel choked on precum and saliva as her vaginal opening was prodded, the drake's cocktip wider than the twins' monster cocks and with a rugged textrue that made her knees buckle when it dragged against her clit. She could feel eyes boring into her lecherously from afar, no doubt the orc-filth the other twin fetched as a means to handle the beasts and to further her humiliation. In spite of her inability to see them, she just knew they had their cocks out and were pleasuring themselves to her torment.

"Keep that ass in the air, elf-slut! Up! Up! UP!" A sharp kick to her gut has her nearly vomiting around the dick in her mouth, but it was forced back down her gullet as the other Nazgûl forcibly bottomed out in her throat.

"How terribly undisciplined of you… Your first Lady allowed you too long a leash and far, far too much leniency…" Eltariel mustered up the gall to glare at the Nazgûl for so much as alluding to her Lady in such a manner, but the look quickly turned to one of sheer horror and agony as her pussy was torn at the seams by the tip of the drake's massive cock.

The pain of her initial assault was nothing compared to… this. This was something that left Eltariel's body spasming against her control. Various bodily fluids streamed down her legs as the drake settled above her, not quite laying a top on her but not standing up, either. One of the Nazgûl twins continued to skull fuck her while the other stroked her drake's flank and kept Eltariel's body from collapsing onto the floor.

Though not hard like scale or steel, the drake's cock was barbaric in both its thickness and the raised grooves that lined its tip. The tip of the cock was flared and had speared through the elf's cervix, forcing every inch of her pussy to widen past her breaking point as more and more of its length continued to push inside of her. It was not thrusting, not yet, merely filling her out in preparation for the raping that was to come.

Meanwhile, its topmost dick was slithering on her back, not quite finding its way into her still gaping and cum-filled asshole just yet. It was hot enough to scald her but it left no burns in its wake. Eltariel couldn't even scream as the drake's cock slipped off her back and found the cleft of her ass. Its entrance into her body clear, it wormed its way inside of her, blood surely pouring from her ruined asshole as it stretched and stretched her, until the pain blended together and Eltariel was uncertain if she was truly still alive or on the cusp of sweet, merciful release.

"Look't that! The she-elf's got both of its pricks in 'er!"

"Where's it all goin' anyway?!"

"More's goin' in!"

Perhaps there was some truth to the wraiths' cruel words in regard to her body's resilience. No matter how close she thought she was to death, Eltariel's life persisted. Her body accommodated more and more of the beast's length, until her belly was hyper-extended and she could taste the drake's precum flooding the back of her throat, all but lubricating the twin's, who was still face fucking her, cock. Eltariel's limbs went limp and her eyes became unfocused as the drake bottomed out inside of her, her full, soft ass pressed flush against its sheaths. A steel toe dug into the she-elf's bloated abdomen, able to distinguish the two cocks inside of her with ease.

"Allow the elf-hole to breathe, dear sister. I wish to relish her screams of agonized pleasure…" The other twin heeded her sister's demands without hesitation, pulling her cock free of Eltariel's mouth. A river of precum followed her cock's exit, splashing on the stone floor and mixing with the cum and blood that was already half dried in the heat of Lilthlad.

"As do I, sister." With no further need to keep her upright, the other twin removed the toe of her boot from Eltariel's gut, a whimpering groan escaping her throat as her body was held up solely by the drake's twin cocks. A throbbing heat had blanketed her body and she could only pray that she would expire before this humiliation went any further. Her eyes suddenly went wide as she felt her organs begin to shift as an explosive pressure began to build inside of her.

"It has begun… Come closer, orclings and bear witness to the birth of a Mordorian elf-whore!" Eltariel couldn't hear any spoken word over the sound of her internal organs shifting as the drake's cocks expanded and became rigid inside of her. Without any further ceremony, the beast pushed Eltariel's flaccid body against its sheath with one of its paws and began to fuck her.

Its pace wasn't like that of a typical beast- brutally fast and shallow- rather it was slow and methodical. It grappled her with surprising dexterity in its hind claws, cradling her body in such a manner that allow it to use her as its personal fuck toy as it balanced smoothly on the tips of its wings. Eltariel felt every inch of her body shift with its movements, her organs shifting up then down, up then down, up and down, up, down, as its prickly shafts tore and rubbed her raw. Her consciousness was fleeting but remained strong enough for her to remain aware of everything.

From the outside, Eltariel's body was doing the impossible. A mortal would have likely died after the twin Nazgûls were through with them, but an elf? They were the first Dark Lord's chosen vessels for one of his greatest creations for a reason. Her body would change to fit its new purpose regardless of her wishes for the contrary. Even if- or when- the light of the Eldar left her, she would remain a newly twisted creation formed in the land of Mordor.

A swollen knot formed at the base of the beast's cocks. Against all odds, it slowly but surely slipped up its length, until it all but forced its way into both Eltariel's pussy and ass, effectively plugging her shut so that when it cums inside of her, which it will very soon, not a drop would flood out around her stuffed holes. Her mouth, though…

All at once, Eltariel's eyes snapped wide and screamed at the top of her lungs as molten cum gushed inside of her. The drake's knot did indeed stop its foul seed from escaping her, as her womb and her bowels and stomach were filled to capacity and mid-scream, her high-pitched wail morphed into a watery gurgle as greyish cum surged up from her stomach with enough intensity that it continuously flowed out her mouth and nose and pressed against her ears and eyes until it was all but a steady dribble out of her other orifices that weren't plugged with a slowly softening cock. Drakes release their loads all at once, so the newly ordained elf-hole was filled to capacity and past the limits of her once virgin body, now capable of taking a mounting from any number of Mordor's many denizens regardless of their size or the brutality they would inflict onto her.

Instead of being fully spent, though, the drake's cocks were still virile and the one in her pussy slipped out of her at the behest of its Nazgûl master. The moment the thickest part of the cock left her, a river of stinking cum rushed out of her in a mock river. Eltariel only released a low, long whine as the pressure in her pussy was relieved, but her asshole remained stuffed and as her insides shifted, more cum was forced from her gut as she vomited uncontrollably. Eltariel couldn't feel the second drake stalk towards her, shuffling and contorting its body as it awkwardly angled its cocks in Eltariel's direction. The twin Nazgûls stalked up to the elf's fluid-stained face and one grabbed a fistful of her hair, forcing her head up so she was facing them, though her eyes were hazy and unfocused and all but rolling into the back of her head.

"How does it feel, elf-slut? Did you enjoy being fucked by a Mordorian beast?" Eltariel only groaned as her pussy twitched. Her hole was slowly but surely closing. It would never be the same but it would provide great relief to any creature that happened to mount her.

"There is no time for rest, little toy! Open your eyes and look upon your masters!"

Eltariel couldn't but it didn't matter. A metal finger hooked into one corner of her mouth and another opposite of it. Twin cockheads push past her teeth and force her jaw open, straining it until her mouth shifted and forcibly accommodated the wraiths shafts down her throat. It was an impressive feat, as the elf's jaw should be dislocated and her throat torn from the stretch, but she remained pliable and sturdy, even as they began to thrust their hips in rhythm with one another. The second drake's cocks slapped against Eltariel's back and ass cheek at about the same time the first drake's lower member began to press into her sore and abused asshole.

"HURK- GUH- GLUG-" For a brief moment, Eltariel felt herself sober up. If they think it will fit…! Her clarity was swiftly clouded as three cocks slowly pushed into her ass, somehow forcing their way in in spite of no room being left for them to fill.

The pressure in her body was indescribable. Eltariel couldn't scream, as her throat was filled with wraith cock. Both twins, the Nazgûls and the drakes, fucked her in unison. The Nazgûls pounded into the elf's mouth, grabbing her angular ears and pulling her head forwards every time her nose was buried into their robes.

Eltariel's dainty fingers dragged against the ground as her body was pulled forwards and backwards by both sets of twins. The urge to scream was in her gut, but every time it was forced up to her throat, the Nazgûls facefucking her pushed it back down and the cycle would continue over and over again. The wraiths' pace was in stark contrast to the drakes': so fast that Eltariel scarcely had a moment to breathe in comparison to the slow push and pull of the beasts as they dragged her up and down their four shafts. Her ass was sure to never be the same ever again, just as her pussy would be by the time both twins were finished breaking her in for her new life in Mordor.

Massive, thick balls heavy with semen slap against Eltariel's chin, sticking to her cum and saliva coated neck and chest and peeling away with noticeable difficulty and sound. The drakes were deepening their thrusts and holding the elf flush against their sheaths as their cocks swell. Her insides shift and are crushed under the pressure of their dicks, the pulsing of the cock lengths forcing Eltariel's entire body to twitch as the Nazgûls' begin to grind her nose against their robes as their shafts strain over the quivering in their balls.

"Prepare yourself, elf-hole! Every inch of your very soul will be stained with our foul seed!"

"This is only the beginning of the rest of your new existence! Embrace it!" Their voices melded into one as they grunted, cumming in unison as they had done before.

Both sets of twins, Nazgûl and drake, filled her in the same instance. The only thing stopping her from projectile vomiting drake semen were the twin Nazgûls cocks. The beasts' burning hot cum caused her already warm body to turn completely flush. Her stomach swelled until her skin threatened to stretch and tear, only it didn't and it remained the same unblemished and smooth texture it always has been. The wraiths' cold seed was a balm to her mouth and throat as drake cum seeped around their lengths. Eltariel's toes and fingers curled as her legs kicked out and her hands fought to find purchase on the ground. She was too high up to support her weight and she tried to grab the twins' robes. Her wrists were grabbed and the weight of her body shifted to her shoulders as they ripped their cocks out of her mouth.

So much cum… Like a river's rapids, white liquid is rushing out of her mouth and nose. The pressure behind her face is immense and the drakes pull out of her ass slowly, the moment one cock pops out of her hole a jet stream of cum fouled with her bowels and pools on the floor as wide as the area the drakes took up and then some. It only grew as her asshole was unplugged, so wide that an olog could fist her up to his elbow with room still to spare. One could peer into her and see her insides, red and raw from the drakes' prickly cocks dragging against her walls repeatedly.

Eltariel's wrists were released by the wraiths and she fell onto the cum-flooded ground with a splash. The beastmaster uruks watch how cum-filled fart bubbles blow out of her asshole and pop in the open air. Air trapped in her body is forced out both ends of her, her mouth, nose, ass, even her pussy still has a few bubbles left to pass. Her gaping asshole begins to quiver and it winks at the observers, subtly, as it couldn't quite close but then rapidly and noticeably as it gulps for air like a man half drowned. It eventually closes itself, though it's clear that it no longer belonged to a virgin she-elf. It was puffy and soft, much like her pussy, swollen from arousal and enticing to anyone, beast, man or uruk, that may need to relieve themselves inside of her. It would be days before she would pass all the cum inside of her out, but unfortunately for Eltariel, she would never have the chance to do so.

"Use the ropes I instructed you to bring and tie the elf-slut to one of the drake's bellies. It's time to show off our conquest to our victorious fortress."

The uruks were gleeful as they strapped Eltariel to the second drake's underbelly. 'This ole boy only got one go, 's only fair he get 'nother!' is what one said as he slapped the inside of one of Eltariel's thighs. She barely responded to the strike. The drake's cocks were stimulated and were coaxed into her pussy. They enter her with more grace than they had the first time she was fucked. Her cunt was slippery with need and some sense comes back to her as she moans like a seasoned whore.

"...will not-"

"Eh? Wha's tha? Got somethin' to say?!" Eltariel gritted her teeth.

"Y-You… will not… win the w-war…" She glared over at them, desperate to ignore how her body screamed for relief. It didn't want the cocks out of her, no, it wished- no, craved- to be fucked. Not just fucked, bred. Like a bitch in heat, her womb craved virile semen to impregnate her, but Eltariel would not allow herself to show this. Her body is broken but her spirit isn't. Not yet.

Not yet…

They laughed at her.

"Won't win the war, eh? We'll see about that, elf-whore!" Eltariel's eyes went wide and she bit the insides of her cheeks to prevent herself from screaming aloud. She was pulled flushed onto the drake's sheaths and without warning the beasts was led out of the Overlord's chambers and into the crowd that was promised not only a show but a prize at the end of it, the spoil of war that would be the fortress's- no, Mordor's- crowning jewel and proof of their battle prowess and the corruption her denizens held in their hearts.

Eltariel was paraded around the fortress, her abdomen extended as the drake's cocks pressed flush against her walls. Its flared cocktips were crammed into her womb and rocked deeply into her body every time it took a step forward. The uruks and ologs of the fort gawked at her, many removing their nasty dicks out of their trousers and pleasuring themselves to her humiliation. The taste of drake and wraith cum was still on her tongue and she couldn't stop herself from wondering what their cocks would taste like…

A few called out to her, promising her a good fucking after the beast was through with her. Others asked her how it felt to be plowed by a favourite pet of Sauron. Eltariel felt her pussy tighten around the drake's cocks and she was cumming from their vulgar comments alone, as the drake wasn't providing her needy cunt with nearly enough stimulation to elicit such a response. A jet of clear fluid squirts from her stretched pussy and the uruks and ologs call out, some wondering if she pissed herself and others laughing that she's a dirty slut that's got ears as sensitive as dicktips.

"Maybe someone should go 'n give 'em a good pull!" Eltariel picked up on many of the comments thrown at her, most of which went straight to her clit and had her pussy buzzing and throbbing with heat.

The drake was stopped in an open square where market stalls were typically set up. It was cleared in advance for the 'celebration' that was held for winning the battle against the she-elf that dared to take on Mordor on her lonesome. Once at rest, the drake began to slowly fuck Eltariel, the drag of its dicks clearly visible underneath her skin as they slip around one another every time they push back into her womb. Her pussy suctioned around the drake, loudly squelching and slurping even as its knots were swallowed by her pussylips.

"Look out! 's about to blow!"

Eltairel couldn't hold back her screams as she was inseminated with more drake semen. Her pussy wildly fluttered around its cocks and proceeded to milk them as she began to cum alongside it. Her belly swelled as though she was nine months pregnant, a sight that greatly thrilled the horde that frantically masturbated to the unfolding scene. It took many long minutes for the drake to finish pumping Eltariel's cramping womb, but by the time its balls were fully emptied, Eltariel was as bloated as a waterlogged corpse on the cusp of exploding its foul contents all over the cum-covered tiles of the square.

"Untie that 'ore off the beast!" One of the beastmasters called out. The drake was fully spent and it was long due for them and their boys to have a turn with their new elf-toy…

The elf once known as "Eltariel" was no more after her debauched baptism in the cum of wraith, beast, uruk and olog alike. Now she was simply an object. A toy. A set of holes to be used as her new masters saw fit. From the highest rank of Overseer to the lowest grunt took turns fucking her holes. Only slaves were deprived of the privilege of fucking her, though not for the reason that the elf-whore was too good for them, rather, they simply weren't uruks in their eyes and mere objects as well.

The elf-slut was modified the first evening she was thrown to the throngs of horny soldiers of the fort. A set of seven iron piercings were placed throughout her body: two in her ears, one in the septum of her nose, two in either of her soft nipples that remained hidden within her breasts even after she was aroused, one in her navel and the final pierced through the stiffened nub of her clitoris. Each ring was laced with a fine iron thread that was sturdy enough to be pulled taught without fear of breaking, only the elf's body has the possibility of breaking and there was no doubt that she would withstand all torture that was force upon her and even adapt to it and grow to find pleasure from it all. Tears stung her eyes and her pussy drooled drake cum and elf arousal as the final thread was tied off to one of her new, heavy earrings.

"There! A suitable leash, don'tcha think?" A Terror warchief gave one of the threads a harsh tug, the elf-whore mewling and thrusting her pussy forwards and showing her new masters how her hole quivered and begged to be filled with a thick uruk cock. That Terror chief took it as an invitation and pulled her onto his bare, erect cock.

"U-Unhand me, f-filth!" The elf-slut cried as she jerked her hips, grinding her newly pierced clit against the warchief's cock. Her pussy fluttered around his shaft and she bounced up and down his dick with no need for encouragement or direction. He and the other uruks and ologs laughed and the elf-bitch squealed as he slapped her on the ass.

"'Unhand you? You jumped on me you fuckin' slut!" Another slap to her ass has her seeing stars and her pussy leaking sweet juices. She was pushed forwards and another hot cock slipped into her asshole.

"D-DOOONNNN'T!!!~" The elf-toy mewled as the uruks relentlessly fucked both of her holes. In spite of their sized barely being comparable to the twin Nazgûls' cocks, her body remained virgin tight and the uruks could feel the other's cock rubbing against their own as they fucked her together.

"F-FUCK! Her lil' ass's suckin' me in deep-!" His balls were twitching and he poured his seed into her bowels after only a few thrusts. The Terror warchief, meanwhile, grabbed the elf-slut by the waist and pounded into her as he pulled the iron string around her piercings tight in between his teeth.

"We're gonna find out if you're a suitable breeding pig, elf-cunt! Make sure not to waste our seed!" The elf-bitch threw her head back and screamed as his cockhead pounded against her cervix.

"N-NOOOOO!! NOOOO D-DOOOOON'T C-CUUUUUM!! NGGHH-!!!" Her hips jerked southward and she wailed as the uruk breached into her womb. The tightness of her cervix squeezing around the base of his dickhead caused him to groan and he bottomed out deeply inside of her, his tip pressed firmly against the furthest most wall of her womb.

"G-Get bred you f-fucking cunt-!"

Just as he cums inside of her womb, already primed and ready for impregnation, a cock slams into her asshole. The elf-slut cries out and wildly fucks the cocks inside of her as she squirts all over the Terror chief underneath her. The other uruk cums before the elf-whore is through with riding out her climax on their cocks. Her body releases them with some effort and though both of her holes are now slippery with cum (especially her asshole), not a drop of cum escapes her. She is grabbed by the hair and pulled off the warchief. The elf-whore is thrown to the ground and she is immediately assaulted by all manner of uruks that fought over who would fuck what hole first.

"I'm takin' the cunt!" A cocky voice was picked up by her keen ears.

A cock slams into her and she nearly squirts again. Every fiber of her being screams for her to fight back, even just to preserve some of her dignity, but her throat is grabbed and a smelly cock is rammed down her throat, a set of balls dark and heavy with cum resting on her nose as either of her hands are grabbed and wrapped around two lengthy dicks.

"S-Shrakh! It's so fuckin' tight even after fucking a drake! She's made to be our 'ore!" The sound of cum and sweat covered skin slapping against balls filled the air. The threads are pulled once again and her hips jerk as her nipples and clit stand on end. A forceful jet of fluid nearly forces the uruk's cock out of her pussy but her cervix is soft enough to be easily speared into and he's already bending her in half and squirting his own fluids into her.

"NGHH-! 'ore's gonna be full of pups by the end of the night!" Before her legs could even drop, another cock was already pounding into her cum-filled womb and on the verge of exploding inside of her.

So it went for all hours of the remaining day and night and into the next day and night. Every soldier had their turn with her, every uruk and every olog filled her stomach and ass and womb and pussy with their cum, the olog's cocks splitting her so wide that after they had filled all three of her holes to capacity, the others could see how their cum formed triplet lakes in her mouth and gaping pussy and asshole. It threatened to overflow but her holes would close themselves before a drop escaped and she would gargle and play with the cum in her mouth with her tongue before swallowing it and giving them all a cutting scowl. Her belly was full as though she was already fit to give birth. The elf-bitch was already pregnant but she would be bred day and night regardless.

Even as she was about to give birth, they continuously raped her in every hole. Double piercings now forced her inverted nipples out of their hiding place and her clit was heavy from the thick rings that looped through it. It was no longer a small, rosy bud but a thick, towering nub that could be mistaken for a misshapen penis. The elf-whore's pussy lips were perpetually open and her once delicate, petal-shaped labia was now pierced as well with the same thick rings that were in her nipples and her clitoris. They hanged low and tapped against any cock, or cocks, that fucked her in either the pussy or asshole. Her cervix now closes off any attempt to breach it to protect her unwanted offspring from the cocks that ceaselessly pound at her womb's entrance. The elf-breeder's water has broken for the eighty-ninth time and she was on her knees, mouth filled with three, girthy uruk cocks as an olog and four other uruks pound her in the ass as to hurry along the birthing process so she may bear yet another healthy and fit half-uruk and half-elf spawn.

The elf-whore's swollen belly rolled every time she was pulled forwards and backwards. One of the uruks fucking her mouth used her threaded piecings to inflict pleasurable pain on her nipples and clit. The piercings clinked together and their heavy weight pulled some of her most sensitive areas down to the point they drooped. The simply pull of gravity while the elf-whore was at rest was enough to cause her to orgasm uncontrollably, but when pulled to attention she was at a near constant state of climax regardless whether or not she was being fucked in any or all of her holes.

"'urry up 'n pop the lil' bastards out, cunt!" That was one of their favourite names for her. Cunt, breeder, elf-hole, cum-bucket… One of the pups in her belly began to crown. The elf-breeder's cum lubricated her well and her body's new natural pliability allowed for quick and smooth births regardless of the number of children she birthed at a time, which were typically no less than three at a time.

One slid out of her and was caught by a waiting uruk, then the other followed its heels. The third took some coaxing, but with a particularly deep thrust on the olog's part, it was freed and caught before it came crashing to the ground. The sound of the babies' cries had the elf-breeder's nipples lactating, but it wasn't time to feed them. Not until the twin Nazgûls and their drakes had their turn with her newly emptied and unfertilized womb.

After her asshole and stomach were filled with cum, the elf-slut was thrown to the ground. Her once gaping pussy was now closed and tight once again, starved for cum and already squirting at the thought of being filled with her Ladies' and their pet drakes' seed.

First, the wraiths had their turn with her. They lifted her in a manner that was all too familiar to her: one she-wraith was behind her while the other in front, their cocks sliding into her soaking wet pussy with ease. The memory of her twin virginities being stolen by these shafts has the elf-whore squirming and squirting from thought alone. They bounced her on their dicks, their thick cocks moving as one and pleasuring her in ways that not even the biggest uruk or olog cock ever could hope to. Her pussy is filled by the Nazgûls not once or twice or even thrice, but a total of seven times. The possibility of falling pregnant to those monsters has her cervix fluttering in anticipation.

Next were the drakes. Both fucked her as once, just as their masters had done. Though the elf-whore still spat denials and cursed them all, the way she guided the beasts' twin cocks into her pussy and proceeding to fuck all four of them at once never escaped notice, nor how the elf-whore's eyes would roll into the back of her head as her womb was stretched beyond capacity as the drakes emptied their stored seed into a fertile and well tilled field. The beasts and their masters had scarcely vacated the premises before the crowd fell back onto the elf-breeder's cum-swollen body.

She perpetually stinked of cum and was always carrying uruk pups in her belly. The elf-breeder had changed since she first entered Mordor so many centuries ago: her body was more lewd, more slutty, she was more sensitive in her erotic zones, she was well practiced in whoring and pleasuring the debauched masses that flocked to the fortress she called home, but the few things that remained unblemished were her milky-white skin, her long, luscious, golden locks, and her clear eyes that could still cut an uruk to the core… though they would quickly cloud with lust whenever the smell of cock hit her nose. The name 'Eltariel' held little meaning to her anymore and she could no longer remember the warmth of her homeland, nor the glow of the first that was ever held in high regard in her heart…

The elf-breeder slammed her thick ass down onto the olog cock in her asshole, fisting two cocks and sucking on a third before her. The subtle swell of her abdomen told of a successful breeding and milk flowed down her enlarged and drooping teats and spurted out as a stream of pussy juice came squirting from just under her bouncing clit.

If the uruks and ologs ever tire of fucking her, she seeks the beasts in their stead, laying with her face in the dirt and her ass sticking shamelessly in the air, her pussy fully on display and easy for the most clumsy of creatures to find their way inside of. It became a form of entertainment for the other uruks and ologs, watching the elf-whore fuck like an animal with animals. She was a whore, always has been, they would say and maybe they were right.

Once upon a time, an elf-assassin would pleasure herself to thoughts of her Lady. The feel of her body against her own, her pressing her fingers inside of her, how she would dominate the assassin and do as she pleased with her… This was her dream. If the elf-assassin's Lady told her to fuck every elf from the Grey Havens to the forest of Mirkwood, she would have. If her Lady told her to fuck every man and beast in Middle Earth, she would have.

Like that assassin, the elf-breeder now fucked every uruk, olog, beast and wraith her Ladies commanded her to fuck and she did so with glee.