The Tower of Darkness (Sex Story)
Arwen picked glanced frantically behind her as she ran as fast as her
tired legs could carry her.
Gondor had fallen, all was lost as darkness overwhelmed middle earth
and the world of men came to an abrupt end. The Orcks had overunned her
village and she watched in horror as they raped, plundered and tortured
the survivors. Sauron’s power was spreading like a cloak of darkness
over middle earth.
On and on she ran through the night, but it was useless. The Orcks had
picked up her scent and were steadily gaining ground. Alone in the
woods, her capture was inevitable. Already she heard the heavy fall of
their footsteps in the distance and could smell their rancid rotting flesh.
Suddenly, a net enveloped her form and brought her tumbling to the
ground, knocking her senseless.
Sauron had given strict orders to the Orcks not to harm a hair on his
precious prey. And the unholy lustful desires of these creatures paled
in comparison to their primeval fear for their master.
They had obediently brought her unconscious body back to the Tower.
There, Arwen lay shackled in chains to the walls of the unholy castle.
As consciousness took hold, Arwen opened her eyes and realised that she
was lying in a spread-eagled position on the cold floor with her arms
locked in chains above her head. Her legs likewise were spread apart and
chained to the floor. Her fear swiftly returned as she realised her
utterly helpless predicament.
Suddenly, the silence of the night was disrupted by a distant scraping
sound which came from the opposite wall of the dungeon. It grew louder
and louder and she sensed something approaching. The sound stopped
suddenly and was replaced by a repeated thumping. Soon, a small segment of
the stone wall began to move outwards and finally fell to the floor.
A malevolent set of eyes peered from within the darkness. She noticed
she was not alone. Some one, or something was huddled in the shadows of
the small hole. The thing had noticed she was now conscious and crept
hesitantly forward to take a closer look at her. As more of its
shrunken, deformed form emerged from the shadows, Arwen realised it was Gollum.
The creature’s evil face broke into an unholy smile as it saw whom the
captor was and the vulnerable state she was in. Eagerly it scampered
forward to take a closer look at the lovely captive, taking in her nubile
supple form.
Gollum; “Ahhh…Lady Arwen, pretty pretty Arwen, so pretty….” it
chanted to itself.
Arwen pleaded: “Quickly, you have to unlock the shackles, the Orcks
will return soon.”
“No no no.” Golumn shook its deformed head, “Golumn no unlock locks,
Arwen wants yes?”
“Yes, please unlock, find the keys please.” She again pleaded.
The creature appeared undecided for awhile as it retreated again into
the shadows muttering to itself. After awhile it returned to her side.
“Golumn will help Arwen yes, but Arwen give herself” it smiled
malevolently to her.
“What do you mean? I don’t understand?” She looked at it uncertainly.
“Golumn like Arwen” The creature chanted, “Golumn want Arwen, like
Arwen, want Arwen.”
Unsure of what it meant, and in sheer desperation, she finally said:
“ok ok, you can have me, so please find the keys first.”
A look of victory spread over its face as it said “No, Golumn take
Arwen first, then get keys.”
Arwen realised she had little choice and again conceded uncertainly.
The creature drew closer to her face. She could feel its putrid breath
and was repulsed by its closeness. “We begin now.”
It disappeared from her view for a moment and then she felt its clammy
fingers unfastening her dress. Her heart sank as she realised at last
what Golumn wanted. The very thought of the act with this deformed freak
of nature utterly disgusted her and she tried to play for time.
“No wait Golumn, get the keys first. This is too dangerous a place for
this. Get the keys first.”
The creature ignored her as it continued to unfasten the buttons of her
dress. With a quick jerk it ripped the silk fabric open to reveal Arwen
silky smooth stomach and bra. She flinched as its cold clammy fingers
made contact with the warm sensitive skin on her flat stomach.
Lovingly the creature caressed her flat stomach, savouring the feel of
the smooth silken texture as it’s wondering hands moved upwards and
ever closer to her bra.
“Please stop, please, this is not right” she pleaded again, but it was
deaf to her pleas.
As she felt his fingers close in on the fastenings of her bra, she
cried out: “If you touch me further I’ll scream.”
That finally got its attention. The creature paused in mid-thought and
looked at her as it contemplated her last threat. “Scream? You scream?
No, you won’t scream. Orcks will come if you scream. No, you lie, you
wont scream.” It laughed softly to itself as it resumed its unfinished
task of unhooking her bra.
With another deft flick of its wrist it released the last hook and
tossed the silky garment aside. Arwen could feel the cool damp air against
her now exposed breasts. She shuddered as she felt its damp hands
wondering one breast, moving over to the other.
“So beautiful, so pretty and soft” it chanted to itself as it continued
to massage her champagne cupped breasts. It lowered its head to her
chest as its nostrils closely followed the contours of her supple mounds,
stopping at the tip of her right best to settle on her pink nipple.
Arwen breathed in sharply, taken by surprise as Golumn hungrily latched
on to her right nipple with its forked tongue, sucking on it violently,
savouring the flavour and texture of the small tip in its mouth. A bolt
of electricity shot surged through her body as Arwen felt Golumn’s warm
wet mouth engulfing her nipple. She had never been touched in this
fashion before and the new sensations flowing through her body were both
intoxicating and also frightening.
Golumn persisted with his artful ministrations slowly coating the
sensitive pink tip with a thick layer of sticky saliva, eventually coaxing
the unwilling nipple to full erection before releasing the now quivering
tip. He paused to take in his handy work, pinching the tortured nipple
between his fingers and watching in fascination as the pink nub grew
larger as it filled with blood.
Golumn’s mouth left a sticky trail of saliva across her chest as it
followed the wondering forked tongue on to her left breast, slowly
subjecting it to the same sweet torment. In no time, it had teased the twin
tips on both of Arwen’s well shaped breast to full erection.
Arwen protested weakly, but she was at the mercy of Gollum. She had
forsaken immortality but in assuming a mortal physical body, she had also
unwittingly inherited the weaknesses and frailties of her new mortal
form. Sexual pleasure was a new experience and Gollum was taking its time
in introducing this intoxicating forbidden pleasure to her unwilling
flesh.
She felt Golumn’s tongue releasing her left nipple as the creature
climbed over her and she caught a brief glimpse of a throbbing form that
was protruding from the loin cloth between its legs. Its wondering forked
tongue now traced a silvery path up the side of her breast slowly
towards the damp moist sensitive cleft of her arm-pit.
Golumn’s reptilian tongue was very sensitive and it could feel the
slight change in texture of Arwen’s silken smooth skin as the tip of the
tongue left the gentle contours of her breast and entered the ticklish
region of Arwen’s arm-pit. Arwen flinched involuntarily as she felt the
wondering tip of the forked tongue gently exploring this intimate
region. The skin here was warmer and more damp and through its forked tongue
it could taste her musky fragrant perspiration. Goose bumps broke out
and she fought to control the wave of disgust that washed over her.
Arwen was still struggling to make sense of the new unfamiliar
delicious sensations that were coursing through her body. The mere thought of
physical contact with Golumn provoked an instant wave of revulsion in
her. Yet she also realised a more sinister urge that was beckoning to her
from this sweet torment.
She was vaguely aware that Golumn had left her side and was slowly
clambering down her flat stomach, intent on exploring every nook and cranny
of her body. Suddenly, her heart was in her mouth as she realised that
its deformed head was slowly moving towards the region between her
legs. She breathed a sign of relieve as the creature appeared to ignore the
region and instead focused on savouring the sweet creamy flesh of her
long lithe legs.
Its shrunken head disappeared from her limited vision but she could
feel its putrid breath settling on her lower left inner sole as the
snaking tongue traced a delicate moist path along her inner leg. The teasing
ticklish sensation it evoked was unbearable causing Arwen’s body to
writhe and twist, held only in place by her iron locks.
She almost cried out in despair when she again realised that Golumn was
moving inevitably towards the sweet nether region between her legs.
Clad now only in her panties, she prayed for some miracle which would
divert the creature from its path. But her prayers remained unanswered.
Arwen tried to look down, she could now only see part of Golumn’s head
but she could feel the snaking tongue now moving up along the inner
side of her upper thighs. Golumn took its time as it moved its tongue
alternately between her left and right inner thigh covering the creamy
flesh in wet sticky kisses. Her apprehension increased as it drew nearer
and nearer to the apex between her legs, and she could feel her heart
racing.
Pausing now between her legs, Golumn raised its head and made eye
contact with her. It took pleasure in the terror and apprehension that
registered in Arwen’s eyes and returned the look with a lustful sinister
smile before disappearing once more from her vision.
Arwen’s heart was in her mouth as she sensed, rather then felt Golumn
approaching her sweet center. She only just managed to stifle a cry of
protest as she felt the first feathery touches of Golumn’s tongue settle
between her legs, through the thin silky fabric of her panties. Slowly
and gently the creature explored the now moist opening of her vagina
through the fine silky fabric. She twisted her body, straining against
her bonds in protest but was unable to evade his persistent tongue and
nose.
She had never been touched in that secret forbidden area before and her
body was experiencing its first awakenings. Arwen shut her eyes and
tried to make sense of what was happening to her. A bolt of electricity
jolted her eyes wide open. Golumn had located her small clitoris through
the sheer silky material of her panties and its forked tongue was
engaging in an intimate embrace of the highly sensitive organ. “What are you
doing to me you disgusting creature” she muttered.
Golumn did not answer her and only took further delight in her
increasing discomfort. He was so close to her warm wet opening now that only
the sheer material of the silk fabric separated his probing tongue and
nostrils from the sweet nexus which lay at between Arwen’s legs. Moving
still closer he could feel her warm moist heat radiating through the
thin material and caught the scent of her musky fragrance.
Unable to control himself, with trembling fingers Golumn unfastened the
flimsy silk material and tore it aside. His eyes widened and an evil
lustful grin filled his faces as he gazed down on Arwen’s small pink
opening which peered out from a trim turf of pubic hair.
Arwen could feel the cool moist air making contact with the opening to
her intimate interior, as the last remnant of her clothing was torn
from her. She now lay totally naked and had never felt more vulnerable.
Golumn’s earlier ministrations had already awoken her inexperienced body,
giving it a tantalizing glimpse of the forbidden pleasures that lay
dormant deep within her. Her heart was in her mouth as she waited
helplessly for what Golums would subject her to.
Smacking his lips eagerly, Golumn buried his nose and mouth between
Arwen’s wide open legs, relishing his first taste of her intimate opening.
No longer hindered by the silky barrier, he heard her sharp intake of
breath and felt an involuntary shudder running through her tormented
body as his snaking tongue made first direct contact with the sensitive
slit, exploring the outer edges of her vagina.
A soft moan escaped Arwen’s dry lips, she felt her heart race and was
breathless. The ticklish sensation of Golumn’s probing tongue was almost
unbearable and she was helpless as he relentlessly teased her tortured
reluctant body into a fevered sexual frenzy. “Please stop teasing me, I
can’t take any more of this” she begged weakly.
But it only encouraged him on. Slowly his wondering tongue moved from
her outer passages toward her even more sensitive center. Golumn did not
hurry and took his time to explore every moist fold of Arwen’s vagina.
He could taste a new wetness through the quivering walls of her vagina
and detected the unmistakable odour of her increased arousal.
Once again he moved slowly towards the small pink nub of her clitoris.
The exquisite pearly organ now lay totally exposed, no longer covered
by its silky barrier. The pink nub was quite small and lay buried within
the now moist folds of her vagina. But it was still easily accessible
by Golumn’s thin and highly flexible forked tongue. Again the snaking
tongue was able to seek out the sensitive nub, but this time, no longer
hindered by a silky barrier, its embrace was many times more intimate
and sanguine.
Golumn smiled to himself as he felt Arwen’s body convulse and jerk
almost of the floor as his forked tongue coiled itself around the small
pink nub, ensnaring it like a serpent would embrace its victim.
Arwen’s eyes snapped wide open. “Oh my god what is happening to me?”
Golumn’s insistent tongue was quickly fanning a burning flame that was
fast consuming her from within. She shook her head from side to side
trying hard to block out the intense energy that was spreading from between
her legs, threatening to overwhelm her very being. Her fevered body now
glistened in the moon light, covered in a fine sheet of perspiration as
it continued a loosing battle against Golumn’s invading tongue.
Sensing her heightened arousal through her unwilling flesh, Golumn
redoubled its efforts. As his probing tongue continued its sweet torment of
Arwen’s clitoris, he could feel the quivering organ swell larger as it
filled with blood, turning from a moist pink to a darker crimson red,
making it even easier to target. Not content with teasing her already
aroused nub, his free hands wondered above his head, creeping up her
sweat slick body to seek her aroused and tender nipple again.
Totally unaccustomed to this forbidden delight, her body stiffened with
pleasure and she rolled her head from side to side, trying to block out
the delicious warm sensation that was spreading from her between her
legs to the rest of her unwilling body.
Even as he continued the sweet torment, Golumn’s gaze never wavered
from Arwen’s face and he took increasing satisfaction in watching Arwen
fight a loosing battle. He stopped a moment as he noted her moist lips
and glazed eyes, and then gently took hold of her clitoris between his
teeth and ground the fully erect nub. The effect on Arwen was
instantaneous and a moan of pleasure escaped her moist parted lips. Slowly he
coaxed her unwilling body into feverish state. He could feel her hot and
moist body tensely coiled.
Arwen now felt an overwhelming and inexplicable hunger and need for
release that was even more intense then the molten flames that were fast
consuming her from within. Her body no longer had a mind of its own.
Intoxicated with pleasure, her fevered body responded to every minute
flick of Golumn’s teasing tongue as it slowly but surely subcumed to the
hedonistic pleasure.
She shut her eyes and gritted her teeth, trying to mentally block out
the intense flames that were fast consuming her from within. Again and
again he brought her to the brink of orgasm, leaving her hungering for
more and tittering at the very edges only to deny her the sweet release.
Golumn’s snaking tongue proceeded to explore the moist interior of
Arwen’s vagina, even as his fingers continued to flick gently on her fully
erect clitoris. The long forked tongued traveled deep within her,
tickling the sensitive walls of her vagina, gently exploring her most
intimate nether regions.
After long moments, his mouth returned again to her fully erect
clitoris. The small pink organ had now assumed a bright reddish colour fully
engorged with blood. Blowing gently on the quivering small nub, he could
feel Arwen’s body tense and stiffen immediately. “Please don’t tease me
any further, I can’t take any more of this, you are driving me insane”
she pleaded weakly.
Without warning Golumn suddenly took the small clitoris in his
completely in his mouth and sucked strongly on the quivering nub. Arwen could
only manage a cry of protest as her whole body jerked and convulsed in a
strong spasm. Golumn felt the walls of her vagina contracting around
his snaking tongue and he tasted a new wetness, the liquid fire of her
final sexual release.
A cry of despair escaped her lips as her body reached its final climax,
the intense orgasm lifted Arwen’s slender body off the floor. Her
backed arched convulsively with nipples thrusted outwards and her eyes
rolled back within her head. Fists clenched, she could only helplessly ride
the waves of intense pleasure as her defiant body drank in the sheer
hedonistic bliss of her first physical orgasm.
—THE SLUG—————-
As the final tremors of her last orgasm settled, Golumn gazed with
immense satisfaction on Arwens sweat slick and totally exhausted body. Her
dark hair was damp with perspiration and clung to her forehead. “That
was just the beginning” he smiled. “Golumn will introduce you now to a
little friend that will pleasure you endlessly.”
“No” Arwen protested weakly, “I cannot take anymore.”
Having sampled the intense pleasure of her first orgasm, Arwen was well
aware that her physical body would lack the will to resist further
attacks. Golumn had unlocked and opened the floodgates to a dark world of
carnal hedonistic lust that, if left uncontrolled, would fast consume
her body, mind and soul. What she found most distressful was the fact
that this dark carnal world was part of her inner self and not an external
force that she could easily block out.
Scampering forward, Golumn opened his clenched fist to reveal a slimy
leech like worm about the size of his thumb. “You will like my little
friend who will give you endless pleasure yes?”
Arwen’s eyes widened in terror, “No please, keep that revolting thing
away from me.”
But Golumn did not appear to hear her as he once more descended between
her open legs. She tried to squeeze her tired legs together but they
were still anchored wide apart by the metal chains.
She could sense movement between her legs and flinched as she felt the
wet slimy leech make contact with her left knee. Turning her head to
one side she noticed that Golum had retreated to her right side and
watched in morbid fascination as the leech explored its new surroundings.
The primitive creature was blind and relied primarily on heat and smell
to guide it. After a moment, it oriented itself and began a slow track
up the inner side of Arwen’s left thigh, straight towards the warm wet
opening of her vagina.
Arwen lifted her head, she could not see the leech but she could feel
it sliding on a slimy trail towards her sensitive opening. “Please take
it away please, its disgusting.”
Golumn reassured her “Wait, it will give you pleasure, much endless
pleasure.”
After several long minutes, the leech’s meandering path brought it to
the outer regions of her vagina. It slipped through Arwen’s pubic hair
along finding her labia, hesitating at the entrance to her moist
orifice.
Arwen’s heart was in her mouth and she prayed that the leech would not
enter her vagina. She breathed a sign of relief as the creature
proceeded further upwards along the edge of her vagina lips. To her dismay she
realised now that the creature was drawn to her clitoris which was
still partially erect and swollen with blood. She bucked her hips
desperately trying to shake the revolting creature loose, but it clamped on to
her with its many suckers and moved on undeterred.
Arwen was helpless as her bare clitoris lay vulnerable and completely
open for the impending assault. She could feel the offensive creature
quicken its pace as it appear to sense and detect the close proximity of
her sensitive organ, drawn to it by its moist heat and odour. When it
made first contact with her sensitive organ, she almost jumped out of
her skin.
She could feel the fat slug probing and exploring her tortured pink nub
with its feelers. Arwen’s eyes opened in panic as she imagined the
scene which lay beyond her view between her legs.
Once the leech was sure it had found its main objective, the slug again
extended its tendril like feelers and began to make feathery touches on
the small nub, coating it with a thick transparent and sticky
substance. Golumn watched anxiously with an expectant smile on his face, he knew
the creature was applying a potent aphrodisiac stimuli directly onto
Arwen’s sensitive pink nub.
Arwen moaned as she felt the unbearably ticklish sensations of the
creature’s dancing feelers on her sensitive nub. For long seconds nothing
seemed to happen, then slowly the teasing ticklish sensation between her
legs slowly was replaced by a warm moist heat. she felt the first
tingling sensations as her clitoris responded to the potent stimuli.
For a second time that evening she recognized the unmistakable signs of
her sexual awakening. The potent stimuli was rapidly absorbed into the
semi-porus walls of her clitoris and vagina, traveling swiftly like a
neuro toxin to the millions of nerves in the region.
Arwen tried to hide the intoxicating influence of the Slug’s toxin and
mentally willed her body to remain slack and unresponsive. But she was
betrayed for a second time that night as her body responded with a will
of its own. Having experienced the sheer hedonistic pleasure of her
first physical orgasm, her disobedient body was only all to eager to give
in to the tantalizing caress of the creature between her legs.
A soft moan escaped Arwen’s lips as her sensitive clitoris responded to
the loving caress of the slug turning from pink to a darker crimson red
colour. The slug meanwhile continued its work industriously, taking
care to coat her small pink nub with more of its aphrodisiac, totally
oblivious of its intense effect on its unwilling subject. In no time, it
had teased her tortured organ into a fully erect state.
Arwen shook her head in bitter frustration as she realised that her
physical defenses were crumbling fast. Her pulse accelerated rapidly and
body temperature rose along with her respiration rate. She realised with
a shock that Golumn had opened the doors to the darker side of her
inner self, awakening a primal lust which laid dormant deep within her.
Once again the stage was set for a battle between good and evil, light
and dark. Her physical body had already conceded a victory earlier this
evening and she was now ever more determined not to succumb to the
carnal pleasure of her darker side.
The leech had curled itself into a cocoon totally encasing Arwen’s
clitoris in a intimate embrace. It now set like a black obscene slimy
sphere between her legs. Golumn scampered closer for a better view and could
see that it was throbbing regularly with a life of its own.
By now, the toxin of the leech had entered Arwen’s blood stream and
circulatory system, spreading swiftly to the rest of her body, stimulating
her entire nervous system. Her entire body felt like a raging inferno
and was slick and shiny with perspiration. Her eyes glazed over and her
lips parted as the nipples on her breast rose to full erection on their
own accord.
Arwen could not believe that the small obscene creature could assume
such a swift and complete control over every muscle in her body, so that
it was playing her like a puppet. With every throb, the obscene sphere
spread its corrupting influence to every pore, intensifying the sheer
sensual pleasure with the inviting promise of the sexual bliss of final
climax.
Golumn watched in fascination as the slug’s obscene cocoon pulsed with
more intensity. Arwen’s body was releasing its own sexual pheromones
and the slug was feeding of this and the sweet nectar which resulted from
her intense state of sexual arousal. As it fed off her, the slug slowly
grew bigger and bigger and its cocooned body ballooned to the size of a
small fist size globe. It was fueled by Arwen’s sexual lust and both
entities were driving each other to higher planes.
Arwen cried out in despair as she realised that her body was unable to
resist the hedonistic pleasure unleashed by the creature. The pink
moist lips of her vagina parted on its own accord as her liquid arousal
seeped through the small pink opening, dripping slowly down her crack. The
slug slowly extended its reach to receive her liquid nectar. Her
feeling of betrayal and violation was magnified by her realization that the
slug was toying with her like its own play thing.
Tears of humiliation stream down her face as the last vestiges of
control slipped from her. So final and complete was the slug’s control over
her that it was able to send her into a sexual frenzy, but deny her the
final release her sex starved physical body so hungered for. Again and
again the slug quickened the beat of its throbbing body, sending her to
the very edge of her sexual abyss, only to slow the pace down and leave
her tittering at the brink of her sexual chasm. Arwen’s heart beat an
respiration rate now assumed a pace in tandem unison with the obscene
throb of the creature’s pulsating body.
Golumn smiled as he watched Arwen’s feverish sweat slick body twisting
and turning. He knew that somehow the slug was able to detect from its
subject’s nervous system the final moments before an orgasm and slow
the pace of its pulse. By doing so, it slowly and surely drew Arwen
deeper and deeper into the sexual vortex, intensifying the sexual pleasure
and hunger with final release forever lying just beyond reach. The sweet
torment was fast driving her insane and into a state of sensual
euphoria. Every nerve in her body was jolted by bolts of sheer carnal bliss.
As the hours dragged on, Arwen slipped in and out of consciousness as
she plunged deeper and deeper into the creature’s deep dark world of
carnal pleasure. Along mental defenses had long since crumbled along with
her physical defenses and she could only watch helplessly as she
embarked on a sexual roller coater ride into sexual oblivion.
Sweat poured profusely down her tired body as the sexual marathon
continued. Arwen’s body had been in a state of extreme arousal for several
hours with every muscle in her body tense and taut, wound up like a
coiled spring, and the physical exertion was slowly taking its toll on
tired and spent body. It was now driven on only by its own greed for sexual
pleasure. Drunk in sexual pleasure, Arwen was being consumed from
within by her own sexual hunger and craving for pleasure.
She surrendered totally to the slug as it brought her to a ever higher
state of sexual frenzy. Another shudder ran through her body as her
body convulsed and her back arched as she once again neared the brink of
climax. Her fist were clenched as she reached out for the final moment.
This time the slug had timed it to perfection. So close was she to
final climax that her body could almost sense the impeding sweet release
and reached out desperately for it. Never before had she been so close to
nirvana that night and her breaths came in great gulps as her body went
rigid, tensing for the initial throes of an intense orgasm. A fresh
wetness invaded her moist clit as her vagina muscles trembled in sweet
anticipation. Then as it had done on countless times that night the
creature pulled her back from the brink but brought her on to an ever higher
state of frenzy.
With each endless round, her need for release mounted and intensified
like a huge damm that was threatening to overflow and burst open. So
great was the her pent-up desire that it overwhelmed all other thoughts
and completely consumed her. Every nerve in her agitated feverish body
was coaxed to a heightened state of intense sexual arousal until she was
guided by her own pure hedonistic primeval lust.
The extended sexual marathon was taking its toll on her physical body
as it was driven past the point of exhaustion. As the small slug took
her mind and body to the boundaries of insanity, Arwen could only pray
for the sweet torment to end. But the creature between her legs was
merciless and relentless, stoking the burning inferno within her, driving
her tired perspiration soaked body on and on.
As the first rays of daylight broke through the cracks of the dungeon
walls the signaling daybreak, Golumn knew that he had to bring the
sexual marathon to an end. The slug had driven some of its previous human
subjects past the point of no return, several had died from shock and
heart attacks whilst others were driven permanently insane.
The dungeon was filled with the sweet scent of Arwen’s sexual arousal.
He scampered eagerly up her sweat slick body, lapping up the beads of
salty perspiration collecting around her breasts and erect nipples,
reveling in her sweet taste. He could feel her breathing becoming more
laboured as the slug again brought her to the brink and he spurred her on
sucking strongly on her left erect nipple and twisting her right nipple
between his fingers.
Arwen’s eyes opened wide as she recognized another approaching orgasm
in her sexual delirium. Her chest rose and fell in unison with the
frantic pulse of the cocoon and once again the creature was able to time her
approaching climax to perfection. But the slug had not counted on
Golumn’s sudden intervention which pushed Arwen’s past her brink. The
creature pulsed violently as it fought to regain control over its sweet
subject, trying to bring her back.
For what seemed like eternity Arwen hovered on the very edge of sexual
oblivion. Scampering down her twisting body, Golumn descended to the
region between her legs and could see the slug throbbing violently trying
to regain control of its subject. Slowly he approached Arwen’s wide
open clit, relishing the sweet musky odour emitted from deep within her.
He had waited all night to take her and smacked his lips in eager
anticipation as his own urgent sexual lust took hold. A massive phallus
sprung up from between his legs, its tip was crown by a drop of his greyish
sperm.
The moment had come but he had to time this to perfection. He blew
gently into her trembling moist orifice and the mere caress of his breath
sent Arwen finally over the edge. Arwen cried out as the intense orgasm
took hold and her entire body was wracked in painful spasms. Her back
arched and beads of sweat flew off as body jerked violently.
As her body finally relished the sweet release that was denied to it,
the lips of Arwen’s vagina opened wide as her vagina muscles contracted,
ejecting strong jets of her clear vagina fluids. Golumn knew this was
the moment and plunged his obscene phallus into her. He grunted in
bliss as he felt the tight warm and moist embrace of Arwen’s velvet soft
vagina.
Caught in the violent sexual seizures which racked her body, Arwen did
not appear to notice the huge organ as it entered her still convulsing
vagina. But as more and more of the immense organ disappeared into the
small pink orifice, she felt the phallus almost ripping her apart as a
searing pain cut through the intense waves of pleasure.
Golumn grunted as he met resistance, and looked down to see that only
half of his massive phallus had disappeared into Arwen’s small, petal
like opening. Not to be denied of his full enjoyment, he slowly pushed
the deformed organ inch by painful inch.
Arwen screamed as the searing pain intensified jolting her mind back to
consciousness. She bucked and twisted her body, trying to throw him of
and vomit the offensive phallus impaled deep within her. But Golumn was
surprising strong and held on, taking pleasure in her intense
discomfort. With a final violent thrust, he entered her to the hilt, burying the
entire organ deep within her. He looked down to ensure that all of his
penis had disappeared within her and then stayed still for awhile as he
enjoyed the maximum physical contact that Arwen’s tightly stretched
vagina walls made against the rough scales of his penis.
Tears of pain trickled down Arwen’s sweat stained face and she shut her
eyes. Still under the influence of the leech’s intoxicating toxin, the
pain only served to increase her state of arousal. Suddenly, she felt
Golumn’s body stiffen above heard, and a moment later he emptied his
vile contents deep within her before collapsing on top of her.
After long moments, Golumn reluctantly slipped his now flaccid phallus
out of her puckered hole and retrieved the now satiated leech. For the
first time that night Arwen’s tired body was able to rest. He silently
crept back into the hole from whence he emerged.
As the rays of the morning sun flooded the dungeon, the heavy oak door
of Arwen’s cell was flung open and the first Orck entered her cell. His
eyes fell upon the supple naked female form which lay in blissful
slumber and a diabolical smile of lust filled his face….
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