The raucous shouts of hundreds of orcs echoed through the rough-hewn cavern as the guards hauled Celebrain across the floor towards the throne. At the foot of the dais she tripped on shreds of green cloth that were the remnants of her dress. Cursing, one of the uruks grabbed a handful of her silver tresses, dragged her up the steps, and dropped her painfully to the ground.
"Well, what have we here," growled a voice above her. Celebrian tried to muster up the strength to speak, but before she could do so one of the guards spoke up.
"We snared this elf-bitch traveling through our pass, o truly tremendous one," he replied. "There were ten others with her, but we did for 'em, the filth."
"Hmmmmm... good work, Bagdush. So, slut, what do you have to say for yourself? Speak up!" The guard twisted Celebrian's arm behind her and used the leverage to force her up onto her knees. Her vision filled with the sight of a large, muscular orc staring down at her from the throne, a jagged iron crown on his head.
"I am Celebrian, wife of Elrond of Rivendell," she replied, trying to sound imperious and confident, "and he will deal harshly with you if I am harmed."
"Har! Har! Harharhar!" The goblin king raised his gruff voice for the hearing of his assembled court. "You hear that, boys? Aren't we scared? Aren't we quakin' in our boots?" The orcs roared with laughter. "Well, since we don't want to get in trouble with.. Lord Elrond," he said with mock reverence, "I suppose we'd better be nice to his dear lady." He glanced over at one of the guards and nodded meaningfully; the guard scurried off. "Yep, we'd better treat her real affectionate-like." The goblin king reached around his waist and loosened the furs wrapped around him. Then he fished out his erection. Celebrian's eyes widened in terror and disgust as she viewed the thing; it easily measured a foot long, thick as a spear, its brownish-green skin dotted here and there with hairy warts. The king hefted it proudly, leering down at his captive. "I'll bet yer husband aint' got one this big. Bet you're dyin' for a taste of it." It took Celebrian a moment to realize what he was referring to. She shook her head, trying to back away.
"No, please, not that!" She had never dabbled in what was commonly called "the Elvish Art," and the prospect of taking an orc's penis into her mouth horrified her.
The goblin king laughed again. "Eh? Too bad, I've heard lots o' stories 'bout how talented you elf girls are." The guard who had left a minute or so ago returned, bearing a flask gingerly. He handed it to the king, who rolled it idly in his free hand. Letting go of his penis he unstoppered it and gestured to the guards. "Bring her forward!"
Celebrian struggled as the guards pushed her into a kneeling position at the very foot of the throne. He nodded, and one of the guards pried her mouth open. Then she felt the flask forced past her teeth, and a burning, sour liquid poured into her mouth. The flask was removed, and the guards pinched her nose and held her mouth shut to force her to swallow. When she did they dropped her to the floor again. She felt a sensation like fire coursing through her limbs. Her mouth was dry, but she felt dampness growing between her legs. Trembling, she pushed herself up with her hands. "What have you done to me?" she gasped, looking up at the orc.
"The shamans call it 'dragon piss', 'cause it puts bitches into heat," replied the king, grinning. "Makes 'em real fun to be with, makes 'em do all sorts of things they wouldn't do before." Against her will Celebrian's eyes were drawn to the orc's erection, and she stifled an urge to lick her lips.
"No, please, make it stop!" she pleaded. "Don't make me.. don't.."
The orc guffawed. "Hey, I'm not doin' anything. You can do whatever you want to." Fighting herself and losing, she moved her head towards the orc's lap, saliva drooling out of her open mouth. Tears ran hot down her cheeks as she thought of Elrond and how she was about to pleasure an orc in a way that she had never done for her husband. She tried to close her eyes, but they remained stubbornly open as her tongue flicked out to lick the tip of the orc's penis. The rank orc smell filled her nostrils as she pressed her lips against his glans and began to work the huge, scabby thing into her mouth.
Above her the goblin-king groaned, obviously enjoying her attentions. Celebrian felt his claws dig into her scalp as he grabbed her head and started to force it downwards. The glans drove into her mouth, and the orc pressed her head down further, burying her nose in his smelly pubic hair and ramming his cock down her throat. She reached down between his legs and craddled his balls in her delicate hand while inside her mouth her tongue washed all around the shaft of his penis. She began to bob her head, her lips pressed tightly around the orc shaft sliding between them. Her sucking grew more insistent as the penis moved in and out of her mouth. The orc's fingers tangled in her hair; from the ragged sounds of his breath Celebrian realized that he was nearing climax; the tears streamed from her eyes as she considered the loathsome prospect of the brutish goblin ejaculating into her mouth. She tried even harder to pull away, but to no avail. She continued sucking, sucking, sucking...
The goblin-king threw back his head and growled, and his penis jerked in her mouth as his seed squirted out. It was thick and warm, with a bitter, salty taste; Celebrian felt it wash over her tongue and fill her mouth before she swallowed, gulping down the vile stuff. More orc-semen flooded in. She tried to spit it out, but instead she drank it down like it was miruvor. Suddenly, she felt her head pushed back from the still-spasming cock. It hovered in front of her for just a moment, staring like a one-eyed serpent. Then it jerked again and cum splattered against her face, striking her in the chin. More semen, white with tinges of yellow and green, sprayed her cheek and lips.
Slowly the flow abated, until it was just a lazy dribble of sperm trickling onto the stone tiles. Still unable to control herself, she extended her tongue to catch the falling drops. She took the softening penis her mouth and cleaned off the last of the semen, meanwhile fearing that she would never be rid of the taste of the stuff. She leaned over and spat out some of it. Realizing that somehow she now had control of herself she spat again and again, wiping the slimy cum from her face with the back of her hand.
The king laughed again, and his assembled followers did likewise. "Can't quite make up her mind, can she?"
Celebrian looked up at him, trembling and sobbing. "What are you going to do to me?"
"I'll let you find out for yourself," he answered. The goblin- king turned towards one of the more fearsome orcs near his throne. "Uzgash! Bring the wargs!"