The Lord of her Ring

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The Lord of her RingOn a cool summer’s eve, two special little hobbits are slowly yet steadily walking beside the lush green banks of a gently babbling brook.Freida, with her long dark curly hair and wide innocent blue eyes, gazes towards the horizon. The sun is still shining brightly low in the distance, despite the long day nearing it’s end.Samantha, with her long flowing hair mimicking the rays of the sun in its goldeness, chews from the chunk of bread in her work-worn hand.”Please take a bite, you haven’t eaten anything since we set off 2 days ago!”She placed the half-eaten bread beneath her friend’s cute button nose.”I’m not hungry. I’m took focused on my task.”Freida pushed the bread away with her more delicate fingers.”OUR task, Freida, task. I’ll do anything for you, your burdens shall always be carried by me,”Sam smiled at her, and returned her half-eaten bread back into her leafy satchel,”But if you refuse to eat at our next rest stop, I shall pin you down and force my bread down your throat!”She playfully threatened, but only half-jokingly.”You’re a good friend, Sam.”Freida offered her a sweet smiling glance, before returning to focus on her task in the horizon.”I sure hope you know where we’re headed.”Sam raised her doubts.”Of course I know, I saw exactly what my- task holds when revealed it to me with his .”She reassured.”But are you sure you knew what you saw, though?”Sam continued to fret.”Yes, Sam! I saw the path of my journey as clear as clean cut glass, the moment that wise old wizard put the magic tip of that long firm staff of his into my mouth. Now stop fretting. He didn’t pull it out of me until after I had seen everything I had to see from it.”She impatiently reassured her close friend some more.” journey… OK, but I mean, he could have also let me suck on the end of it too after you were done on it, so I can be as confident as you are with our journey’s end…”Sam looked down to kick one of the small stones on the pebbly path with her big hairy toe on her exposed hairy feet.”Come now, my dear friend, you know his staff goes all limp and wobbly, and the magic in it depletes and needs a few hours to recharge after use. Precious hours which we cannot spare to waste a single second of.”Freida rolled her eyes with a scoff. Sam shrugged her shoulders and quickened her pace to return to Freida’s side, locking her arms around one of her own.Suddenly, with loud snarling grunts, a small trio of orcs jumped out from the trees on the other side of the path.”Ew! Looks like some of the dead fish in the brook rotted,, came back to life, grew limbs and crawled onto land!”Sam gagged in disgust at the sight of the black greasy haired, long hooked nose, broken fanged, greeny-blue skinned, short snarling naked beasts.”I can’t believe these ugly things used to be elves!”Freida sneered at them as she drew her small hobbit-styled dagger from her hip.”That smell…”One of the orcs hissed like a snake as it sniffed the air.”Is that… It’s her! special hobbit spoke of! I can smell it! On her! It’s the disgustingly sweet smell of her special ring!”Another hissed as drool sprayed from its blackened lips.”How dare you smell my ring, foul beasts! You won’t get to have it! Back! Back I say!”Freida aimlessly swung her dagger from side to side towards them.Sam had also drawn her own dagger out now, and leapt in front of her friend to protect her and challenge the orcs,”If you want to violate my friend’s ring with your grubby mitts, you’re going to have to go through me first!””Sam, don’t-!”Freida cried out, but it was too late, Samantha had lurched at 2 of the orcs, who jumped at her and rolled with her down onto the long grass of the banks and into the water. Freida tried to run towards kaçak iddaa them, but the one remaining orc had grabbed her humble green knitted tunic and pulled her down hard by it onto the pebbly path beneath their feet.”Get off! Off!”Freida struggled, as the foul skinny beast tussled its way on top of her, grabbing her wrist on the hand which held her dagger, and wrestled the blade from her grip.She had managed in the struggle to knock the dagger away from them both before she lost total grip on it, so the shrieking orc couldn’t use it against her. But to her dismay, the orc wasn’t interested in her dagger. It was focused only on her. She panted hard and heavy as she rolled onto her back and tried to strike at the corrupted creature with her hands, but the damned thing effortlessly used its combat training to grab hold of both of her wrists, and pinned them down onto the ground beside her head.”Get off me! Get off!”She continued to angrily cry out, as she kicked and flailed her legs from beneath, but the creature was now mounted on top of her stomach, and using its relative size and weight advantage over the little hobbit to keep her body and her arms pinned down hard.The orcs blackened lips became slimier as it grinned and drooled in the pulsing excitement of the fight.”Now, where’s that ring of yours, little hobbit?!”It asked threateningly with a hissing snarl and lowered the flared nostrils of its long hooked nose down against the soft supple skin of Freida’s neck. She could only groan in effort and disgust as she felt the dark creature take a long hard sniff of her scent, and its warm slimy drool dripped against her exposed collarbone.”Please, you can’t have it! I won’t let you have it!”She cried out with steely determination as she continued to struggle from beneath.”Keep struggling, hobbit! I like it when your filthy kind put up a fight first!”It smirked with a raspy chuckle as it sat up and gloated in its physical supremacy over her. Freida continued to struggle and groan but couldn’t for the life of her remove the beast from atop of her. As her energy and stamina quickly depleted – she was no trained fighter nor much of an athlete, her struggling eased, and swiftly resided to the fact that she was rendered completely helpless and stuck.The orc, sitting very comfortable on her, smirked in triumph and leaned down for more prolonged sniffs of her scent, only this time it ripped her tunic open at the front, and sniffed around her exposed breasts. Its slimy drool coating her nipples in its gross spittle, and made her skin shimmer like water in the light of the sun…”Looks like I’m getting close to it!”The orc cheered, almost mockingly, as it sniffed at the top of her belly button.”No! Please! No! Let me go!”Freida gave one last effort of struggle, but couldn’t budge it an inch off of her, and resigned her weak body over to the mercy of the evil creature. A mercy which was found wanting.”Don’t waste all your energy up just yet, filthy hobbit, we’ve got plenty of time here with you… Save your energy for the screaming!”It sneered tauntingly, as it moved itself down to rest its groin against her lap, between her thighs. She instinctively wrapped her legs around its waist, she tried in vain to squeeze hard to take its breath away, but all of her energy and strength had been sapped from her in the fight.She could feel the creatures weapon press hard right against her now uncovered intimacy found between her thighs.”Oh no…”She softly moaned to herself, she had never encountered an orc in real life before, but she had read all about them in her dirty uncle’s bestselling book, . She knew how the only weapon orcs ever carry on them is their special sword between their legs. And, supposedly, kaçak bahis what a frightful weapon to find yourself on the end of, indeed!It’s the only weapon they ever use on their foes, and now here she was, about to be pierced by such a weapon. And there was nothing she could do about it. She just closed her eyes, and hoped it’s not too terrible an experience as she had read about…”I could take your special ring anytime. But for now, it seems I’ve found myself another special item to take!”The orc slobbered into her ear as she turned her head to get away from its hot spewing breath.It licked the rosy cheek of her face, leaving a long slimy trail of spittle on her. And slowly pushed the large bulbous swollen tip of its sword into her small hobbit-hole.”Uggghhh…!”Freida grunted aloud and bit her lip hard. She tried to fight it, tried to resist its presence, tried to lift her arms to move her hands down to protect her precious, but alas, the creature kept her arms and the rest of her pinned down hard, helpless to prevent it from happening. The orc didn’t stop until its sword was hilt-deep inside of her, and then with great perverse pleasure, it slowly pulled it back, before plunging it hilt-deep once more back fully inside of her.With each thrust of its weapon into her, she let out a grunt and cry. She whined and moaned and gasped. Her legs relaxed to the rhythm of the plundering, and opened wide, accepting each and every stab. The orc suddenly let go of one of her wrists, and grabbed her by the chin to turn her head fully to the side, and kissed and licked her cheek, and bit and sucked the skin of her neck, slobbering all over her like the drooling beast it was. She could only thrust her hips and push her tits up into the creatures chest to try to resist its slimy dirty grossness.It began to thrust and stab her harder and faster, which only made her cry out louder and moan stronger.”Pleeeeease…!”She softly whined between a piercing thrust, but only to receive more intense pounding as a result.The creature suddenly stopped thrusting, and with great haste, pulled out from between her thighs, letting go of her wrists and it sat up, kneeling just against her crotch. She didn’t even have the strength to look up, she just laid there, legs open, body softly writhing, and continued to softly groan and whine fearing what comes next.The orc furiously rubbed its sticky slimy juice-stained weapon, and with great power, spurted a huge thick wad of creamy white gunk from the end of it. It landed in a really long thick rope vertically across Freida’s body, stretching in one long hot unbroken strand from her lips right down to her intimate petals of flesh between her thighs.She was too tired out to even grunt in disgust as a few drops of creamy orc gunk had dribbled between her lips and nestled slimily onto her tongue. She just swallowed the hot, slimy, and very salty goo, and softly licked her lips. The sickly sweet musky smell of the orc-slime’s overpowering musk filled the air around her, but she was just too exhausted to even react to it.”Now let’s have at that special ring of yours, filthy hobbit!”The orc cheered with a drooling snarl as it forcefully turned Freida over onto her front.She tried to crawl away, but her energy was so depleted that she could only push up one knee underneath her body, which only benefited the orc and its vile intentions.”No…! No! Please! No!”She softly groaned and tried to flee but, like trying to swim through cold treacle, she was going nowhere fast, as the orc tucked her other knee up underneath her body, forcing her to helplessly lay on her knees sticking her bag-end up in the air in front of the dark skinny rutting beast. A very soft shining golden glow illegal bahis of light emanated from between her spreaded cheeks.The ugly features of the orc’s face was lit up by the golden illumination.”It’s beautiful…”It sighed, for almost a brief moment, its orcish corruption faded and some sense of its glorious elven past bore through from the magic of the light, only to quickly disappear again as it placed its hands on both of her hips, and lined the bulbous tip of its swollen slimy oozing sword near her special ring.”Please, no… Don’t take my ring…”She could almost feel the orcs weapon breathing hot and heavy on her ring, as she shut her eyes really tight, and let a teardrop fall down her cheek…A sudden whizzing sound whooshed in the air above her.The orc fell backwards with a sudden thud, dead. A long narrow arrow had been pierced right between its eyes. Frieda opened her eyes, and looked towards her saviour. A tall, leggy, buxom, bleached-blonde, female elf wearing a short tunic made of large glittery leaves was sitting in a tree, her bow resting on her lap and a quiver on her back.She jumped down and landed silently on her feet, with effortless grace and dignity, as though she had floated on the air. She approached Freida on the ground and offered a small glass flask filled with strange purple liquid in it to her lips.”Drink up, sweetie. This will heal you.”She spoke in a floating angelic trill of a voice.”Th-thank you…,”Freida sighed between sips of the potion,”Who.. Who are you?””I am Legsakimbo, of house Slutterfly. And you?”The picture perfect beauty with long pointed-tipped ears asked.”Freida.””Well, Frieda, you appear to have a very special ring on you. I couldn’t just sit by and watch one of the ‘s vile creatures take it from you like that.”She then offered her hand to Freida, who quickly found herself with renewed vim and vigour, and helped her up onto her feet.”You mean to say you wouldn’t have saved me had I not possess a special ring?”Freida sternly questioned.”Well, like, I was totally just enjoying the show until that orc revealed your special ring.”She grinned cheekily.”How long had you been sat in that tree watching my struggle?!”Frieda gasped.”Pretty much the whole time. Why?”Legsakimbo puzzled.”And you didn’t think to save me sooner?!”Frieda angrily yelled.”Hey, you looked like you was having fun! I don’t judge, we all need a little orc action every now and then – don’t tell me you’ve never gone over to the gross side from time to time!”She laughed boisterously.”No!”She sneered bitterly.”Oh… Well… Sorry, hon… But to be fair to me, I would have totally known you were in actual real trouble when it would have started dragging you off back to its camp. Like, no one, elf or otherwise, ever wants to let it get that far when fooling around with an orc, to be passed around like a parcel made of cheap meat at a birthday party between all the camp dwellers… Such a horrible way to perish!”The elf shuddered and then softly chuckled.”Gee, thanks(!)”Freida crossed her arms and sulked.”So what’s a hobbit doing all alone in orc territory, anyway? You’re a long way from home, aren’t you?”She asked.”I’m not alone, I have my friend- Oh mum’s big hairy toe! Sam! Quick, we have to find and save her!”Freida quickly panicked upon realising they’re not free of danger yet.They rushed to where Sam was last seen tumbling into the water, and discovered a very nasty scene indeed. Sam was pinned down against the bank of the brook with one orc sat on her face, its big slimy weapon piercing deep down her throat with its dirty claws wrapped around her head, thrusting hard and mercilessly. And the other orc kneeling between her legs, stabbing her groin repeatedly with short bursting thrusts.Freida wielding her dagger, and Legsakimbo wielding her bow, the hobbit and the elf gave a loud combative yell and charged at the orcs, in hopes of rescuing Samantha from her terrible fate…

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