[Fiction] Galadriel's End: PART 1

[Aditya2601]

DISCLAIMER: This story contains heavy violence and blood and murder instances. This might be considered too extreme for some so read at your own risk. This is a porn fanfiction about Lord of the RIngs. The characters including but not limited to Gandalf, Galadriel, Sauron, Saruman, Elrond are owned by J.R.R. Tolkien and are used without permission. No financial or monetary aid or gain is expected from this submission.


Galadriel’s first sign that she was in trouble came when her old friend Gandalf’s severed head bounced off of her shoulder before hitting the rocky soil at her feet. Her eyes shot wide with horror and sudden sadness as she watched the last flicks of life twitching through the wizard’s face. She had no time to mourn the loss of her friend as the high-pitched shrieks of the Nazgul filled the air around her. Pushing aside her grief, Galadriel focused on conjuring her magic to defend herself from the oncoming attack. Fear tickled in the back of her mind as she realized that despite her many gifts and abilities, she had not seen this particular fate coming.

Hearing the chilling cries of orcs from behind her, Galadriel’s focus faltered as she twisted her head to look behind herself. Sadness and despair filled her beautiful face as she saw the horde of orcs charging up the path towards her. Her escape route had been effectively cut off, leaving her thoroughly ambushed and without hope. Steadying her resolve, Galadriel conjured up greater magic to defend herself and fight off her enemies. She tried her best not to think about how pitifully low her odds of survival were. She would fight as best and as long as she could to defeat the evil closing in on her from all directions. The only thing she could hope to accomplish was to deplete as much of Sauron’s forces as she could to make it that much easier for whoever followed after her to complete her quest.

The bodies of a dozen orcs were sent flying into the air by an unseen force. Others were crushed or immolated. Their corpses dropped at an alarming rate, but Galadriel only saw more of them surging towards her. The powerful elf watched helplessly as little by little the distance between herself and her enemies shrank. Defeat was no longer a possibility, it was a guaranteed certainty. Her fearful eyes flicked to the murky skies above, hopefully looking for one of Gandalf’s giant eagle friends and coming up empty.

The briefest of distractions proved almost fatal for Galadriel. She hoped back just in time to avoid having an orc’s axe bury itself into her face. Instead, the sharp blade slashed open the front of her robe and left a stinging graze down the middle of her chest between her sweaty breasts. The elf felt the cool air against her exposed breasts but she didn’t let the sudden disrobing distract her any further. The same could not be said of the orc who’d nearly cleaved her skull in half. His eyes lit up with surprised glee as he stared at the woman’s perky tits. Galadriel took advantage of the orc’s base lust by using her magical energies on him, plucking him off the ground and hurling him into a boulder. The orc’s bones crushed into dust and his body burst open, spewing forth blood and innards.

The sight of Galadriel’s blood and naked flesh roused the horde of orcs into a greater frenzy. They rushed the elf with wild abandon and although their actions were far from graceful or skilled, their wildness made them just as difficult to deal with. The prolonged conjuring of her magic was sapping away Galadriel’s strength. She hoped that when the orcs reached her, they would be too enraged to think about keeping her alive for long. She’d seen first-hand the monstrous deeds the creatures could perform when they let lust control their actions. Young elven maidens raped to death before being devoured. It was a fate Galadriel had never dared entertain, even in her bleakest of nightmares, but it now looked as if it would be the very fate she endured.

A flicker of overwhelming panic was all it took to almost instantly doom Galadriel. She’d been prioritizing her targets to keep the orcs and Nazgul at bay for as long as possible. But with the unkillable creatures coming at her from one side and the bloodlust-fueled orc horde on the other side, it took every ounce of Galadriel’s skill and concentration to keep the tides at bay. Desperate to keep the orcs as far from her as possible, Galadriel threw all of her focus into attacking them. Her bare feet shuffled across the rough ground as she moved back from the horde. She didn’t realize how close the Nazgul was until she felt the iron-like grip of its clawed hand close around her slender throat. Galadriel let out a shriek of surprise that was almost immediately choked off as the Nazgul yanked her into the air. It spun her around and slammed her into the ground hard enough to put the woman into a daze.

Galadriel attempted to break free of the Nazgul’s firm grip, but the creature tightened its hold on her throat. Her mouth gaped open, croaking as she struggled to breathe through her partially constricted windpipe. She heard and felt the thudding of dozens of feet racing towards her and knew the orcs would be on her in a moment. Tears stung her eyes as she felt overwhelming despair. She’d failed in her quest to rescue Gandalf, she’d failed to defeat Sauron’s forces, and she’d not even managed to do an effective job of depleting the horde of orcs. As if the torment of so utterly failing wasn’t bad enough, she knew that she would endure a fate far worse than bloody death. Galadriel did her best to remain brave, but faced with such horror, it was impossible. Her tear-filled eyes widened further as she spotted the orcs looming over her. She let out a half-strangled cry of despair as they dropped down over her.

The rough hands of the orcs moved over Galadriel’s beautiful body, groping her naked, sweat-drenched tits and tearing at the fabric of her already ruined robe. The Nazgul released its grip on the elf’s throat and disappeared back through the sizeable group of orcs now that they had their prey at their mercy. Galadriel coughed, kicked, and screamed. She tried to conjure more magic to save her – at least for a few moments longer – but the fatigue rushing through her was almost as bad as the hopelessness she felt. The orcs tore through the remainder of Galadriel’s clothing in scant moments. The majority of her clothing was tossed aside, but one or two of the lust-fueled orcs grabbed handfuls of the soft, once beautiful but now filthy fabric and wrapped it around their freed erections.

Once the powerful elf woman was stripped nude, one of the orcs grabbed a fistful of her hair and yanked her up into a sitting position. Galadriel let out a wail of horror as the thick, stiff head of the orc’s cock slapped across her face. The orc took advantage of Galadriel’s open mouth by shoving his prick into the orifice. Galadriel’s wail became muffled and gagged as she was forced to take the rancid flesh of the orc down her throat. She choked around the thick member, drool pouring down her chin to splatter against her naked breasts. Her eyes bulged as the orc gripped her head firmly and hammered his way down her throat again and again, forcing her to gag repeatedly and very nearly vomit. She brought her hands up, pressing her palms against the orc’s midsection and attempting to push him away. He was too strong for her shoves to have any effect, but another of the orcs didn’t seem too happy with her attempts. Snatching Galadriel’s left hand, he gave it a hard jerk. Galadriel’s scream of pain was muffled by the thick flesh of the orc’s cock as her wrist broke.

The orc gripping Galadriel’s head fucked the elf’s face ruthlessly until he could take no more. His heavy balls – slapping against Galadriel’s drool-dampened chin – tightened as the beast let out a bellow of release. The defeated elf’s mouth flooded with bitter spunk as the orc climaxed. Jizz squirted past her stretched lips and shot from her nostrils. She felt further shame as she was forced to swallow down the load of seed to avoid drowning in it. Satisfied for the moment, the orc pulled his softening prick free of Galadriel’s gasping mouth and gave her a hard smack across the temple with it. Galadriel was shoved back to the ground, coughing and sobbing as she hacked up thick, sticky wads of orc cum. She already knew that the brutal face fucking she’d received was only the start of her torment, but the orcs were more than eager to prove her correct.

One of them dropped down on top of Galadriel’s chest, causing her ribs to ache. He slid his prick through the cleavage of her sweaty tits, taking hold of the mounds of flesh in his hand and roughly mashing them together around his rigid member. Another of the orcs grabbed hold of Galadriel’s weakly flailing legs, yanking them apart and pulling her waist up from the ground. She felt the orc’s head move between her thighs a moment before his large, slippery tongue waggled across her bare snatch. She whimpered with disgust as she felt the tongue lapping across her pussy. Unwanted flickers of pleasure shot through her each time the orc’s tongue mashed against her clitoris, filling her with even more shame. A third orc dropped down onto her face, dropping his drooping testicles into her sobbing mouth as he stroked his erection with his hand. The stench of the orc’s unwashed genitals and ass filled Galadriel’s nostrils as her nose was mashed between the cheeks of his buttocks.

Galadriel let out a sharp shriek of pain as another of the orcs decided to grab hold of her broken wrist. The broken bones shifted as her hand was forced to close around the orc’s hard flesh. Tears gushed from her eyes as the orc forced her to jerk him off. The tongue eagerly exploring the folds of her cunt vanished and Galadriel soon wished that it hadn’t. As humiliating as the small flickers of pleasure were, they were much preferred to what happened next. The orc between the elf’s legs took hold of his erection and guided himself to her helpless snatch. In a single, hard shove, he sheathed his sizeable member into Galadriel’s body. The woman screamed around her mouthful of orc balls as the walls of her pussy were forcibly stretched open to take the huge prick.

The vibrations of Galadriel’s mouth against the orc’s balls drew him ever closer to climax. When he got close, he lifted himself up from her sweaty face and aimed his throbbing cock at it. Galadriel felt her humiliation grow as the orc looming over her – as well as the one fucking her breasts and the one forcing her to jerk him off – all showered her with their thick loads of cum. She kept her eyes shut tight as blast after blast of hot jizz rained across her face and disheveled hair. The orc on her chest rolled off of Galadriel once he’d finished squeezing the last of his seed onto the elf’s chin. Galadriel’s perky breasts jiggled and shook as the orc between her thighs hammered his way into her aching cunt. Her pussy clenched and released around the orc’s member as she suffered and sobbed on the filthy ground. She tried to reach up to wipe away the spunk covering her face only to have her hand snatched away and placed on yet another orc’s erection.

Heavy shots of jizz fired deep into Galadriel’s violated snatch as the orc fucking her achieved orgasm. The orc pulled free of her before he finished, firing the last of his cum across her slender belly. The next orc to take his place picked up the rhythm of brutal fuck thrusts almost immediately, finding his journey into the elf’s snatch far easier now that she’d been stretched out a bit and lubricated with the cum of her previous rapist. Galadriel’s muscles ached and her eyes stung. She realized with horror that she couldn’t see the sky overhead. Her vision was filled with nothing but the orcs and their pulsing members. Her ears were filled with the sounds of their grunts and growls along with the rhythmic slapping of flesh against flesh as she was brutally raped. Her body – so recently the pinnacle of beauty and grace – was now covered with sweat, spunk, and mud. Galadriel felt filthy and pathetic as she was forced to suffer through her terrible fate, knowing that despite the pain she was in, she was far from the icy release of death.

Proving just how much more she’d have to suffer, the next orc to move between her thighs took a firm grip of her hips and twisted her around onto her belly. The elven woman let out a shriek of despair as she felt the orc’s rough hands take hold of her plump buttocks and force them apart. Galadriel shook her head frantically as the orc guided the bulbous tip of his erection to her puckered sphincter. A wailing screech of pain escaped Galadriel’s lips as the orc shoved the head of his prick into her ass. The tiny ring of muscle stretched to its limit before snapping. Burning pain radiated up from Galadriel’s rear as she was forced to take each punishingly thick inch of the orc’s cock. Working his way fully into Galadriel’s ass, the orc wasted no time beginning a speedy rhythm of thrusts. The woman sobbed as the massive cock slid in and out of her bleeding asshole. Her naked breasts scrapped painfully across the rocky ground.

Another orc dropped down in front of Galadriel and yanked her head back by a fistful of her hair. The elven woman’s shrieks became muffled again as another cock drove its way down her throat. Galadriel flailed about helplessly on the ground as her body was stuffed at both ends by hard orc flesh until her rapists finally reached their climactic peaks and filled her with even more cum. Galadriel’s broken asshole became the new focus of the lust-filled orcs. The gang rape dragged on for what felt like eons to Galadriel. Overwhelmed, outnumbered, and in agony, she ceased to be a sentient being and instead became nothing more than a fleshy fuck toy for the creatures. They used her without care or remorse; taking advantage of every orifice and soft bit of flesh they could to satisfy their desires. By the time her body had coaxed the last orc to climax, Galadriel was hardly recognizable as the proud, powerful elven woman she’d once been.

At some point during the gang rape, Galadriel had fallen into a semi-conscious daze. It was her mind’s only defense against the multitude of atrocities being committed upon her. She was brought back to terrible reality with a rib-shattering kick to the side. Galadriel screamed, arms snapping to her chest as the force of the blow caused her to roll onto her back again. Her arms were yanked away from her as she was hauled onto unsteady feet. The orcs forced her arms to bend back behind her and she felt the rough steel of manacles click closed around her wrists. She was shoved forward and stumbled a few steps before collapsing back to the ground. She let out a wail as the fall caused her broken ribs to shift within her. Not bothering to pull her back to her feet a second time, one of the Nazgul grabbed hold of her hair and dragged her weakly squirming form along. Galadriel sobbed and whimpered as she felt the rough ground and sharp rocks scrapping and scratching at her naked flesh.

Even in her disoriented and pain-filled state, Galadriel knew exactly where she was being taken. Terror ripped through her, threatening to steal her sanity away completely. It seemed strange that after the hell of being gang raped by the horde of orcs that anything could still cause her so much added dread. But she knew with certainty that the only thing more depraved and sadistic than the orcs was their master. It was no secret that Sauron had desired her as his captive – or worse – ever since she had taken up arms to fight the power-crazed madman. And now Sauron was going to receive exactly what he desired. If Galadriel’s defeat and suffering had been hers alone, she might have been able to accept it a bit easier, but she knew that her end would bring forth the end of the realm she loved so dearly.

When she was yanked up to her knees to face the terrible, towering form of Sauron, Galadriel wasn’t proud of her reaction. She was acutely aware of the warm drizzle of piss draining down her trembling thighs as she looked up at him with cowering fear. The black steel helmet that kept Sauron’s face hidden offered her no reaction to the sight of the once proud elven woman pissing herself before him, but she imagined he was grinning with satisfaction. The tears running down her filthy cheeks flowed as freely as the urine down her legs. Galadriel’s fear only grew stronger as Sauron stomped his way nearer to her. He lifted the nasty mace he held and extended it out towards her, letting the sharpened edges of the tip of it brush against her cheek. Galadriel squeezed her eyes shut tight and desperately, silently begged Sauron to end things swiftly by caving her skull in with the mace.

Instead, Sauron gave a deep, dark chuckle before nodding to the Nazgul standing just behind Galadriel. The beast knew what was expected of it and reached down to take hold of the elf’s bound wrists. He forced Galadriel’s arms upwards. The woman’s eyes snapped open wide and she let out an impressive shriek of pain as her shoulders snapped and popped out of their sockets as her arms were bent in a way they were unable to go under normal circumstances. Galadriel continued to shriek out her pain as her dislocated shoulders continued to turn until her arms were up above her head. The Nazgul pulled Galadriel back onto her feet by her dislocated arms before lifting her into the air. Her legs kicked about weakly as the strained pain in her shoulders grew even worse. Her flailing body was carried to a tall stone tower where she was hung by the manacles binding her wrists together.

Sobbing heavily, Galadriel tried and failed to remain absolutely still. Every movement she made sent fresh jolts of pain through her dislocated shoulders. Her tormented mind was so focused on her pain that she didn’t see Sauron moving over to her until he was once again right in front of her. He dropped his mace to the ground and reached for the cod piece of his armor. Galadriel watched with revulsion as he removed the cod piece to reveal his absurdly large cock. She’d never seen Sauron’s flesh before. She – like many – had suspected that there was nothing but evil energy within the armor he wore and that whatever physical form he’d once possessed had long ago withered into dust. Staring in horror at the slowly stiffening member before her, Galadriel wished she’d been right in that assumption. Aside from being incredibly oversized, Sauron’s prick could easily have been the most hellish of torture devices in existence.

A ring of sharp barbs circled the base of his shaft while the head of it looked more like a dagger than a penis. His testicles drooped heavily beneath his shaft and Galadriel could see them coiling with unholy life. As Sauron’s cock finished filling out, he let the doomed elven woman take in the erection in all its terrible glory. Even without the pointed tip, barbed base, and whatever terrible life swam in his balls, the sheer length and girth of Sauron’s member would be more than enough to utterly destroy her sex and most likely kill her. Feeling whatever pride and honor she had left run screaming from her mind – as well as the majority of her sanity – Galadriel fell into helpless cries. She shook her head as she felt the monstrous hands close around her thighs. “Please,” she begged. “Not like this! I don’t want to die like this!”

Letting out another chilling laugh, Sauron shook his head. His fingers dug into the flesh of her thighs, piercing the skin and drawing blood. With a hard jerk, he tore Galadriel’s legs from their sockets as well. Howling in pain, Galadriel’s head shot back. Her eyes bulged widely as Sauron took great pleasure in pulling her dislocated legs apart until they were horizontal to the rest of her body. Further snaps and crunches underscored the tortured elf’s screams as Sauron pushed her legs back, forcibly bending them around the stone tower she hung from. Blood broken bone pierced through the skin of her legs as Sauron forced her bare feet to touch against one another at the back of the tower. An orc was fast to move in and bind the woman’s ankles together, keeping her mangled legs in place.

Taking hold of his hellish member, Sauron began to stroke his length as he watched Galadriel suffering before him. He jerked his cock fast and hard, masturbating to the point of release before letting himself go. Chunky, inky cum erupted from the pointed tip of Sauron’s cock. Galadriel shrieked as her already filthy body was showered in the tyrant’s seed. The stench of rot filled her nostrils as the almost scalding spunk splattered across her heaving breasts. Her disgusted eyes could not look away as she watched Sauron’s cum. The blackened jizz was filled with what looked like tiny worm-like creatures. She felt them squirming across her body before their tiny, fang-filled mouths began to chew at her skin. A few of them managed to burrow their way into her body, where they took great pleasure in squirming around inside her. By the time Sauron’s climax came to an end, Galadriel’s entire body was drenched in his spunk.

Satisfied for the moment, Sauron moved away from his tortured prize while one of his orcish minions took the opportunity to move in on her. He buried his face against her gaping snatch, eagerly lapping up the woman’s stale urine and his master’s warm jizz. Galadriel’s eyes rolled back as she graciously accepted the temporary reprieve of unconsciousness. Her head drooped forward, mouth hanging open to allow drool to pour freely past her lips. The orc eating her out looked up, mildly annoyed by his toy’s lack of consciousness. He spotted one of the worms half-buried inside Galadriel’s belly. Pinching down on the thing’s body, the orc pried it free of the woman before popping it into his mouth. He crunched through the tiny morsel and happily swallowed it down before returning to orally exploring Galadriel’s thoroughly violated cunt.

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Galadriel awoke with a scream ripping up her throat. She looked down to find an orc buried wrist deep in her pussy. The orc looked up at her with glee as he twisted his fist back and forth inside her. The elf’s screams choked off as the orc attempted to ram his fist deeper into her body. Galadriel gagged as the orc punched his way up her snatch. She retched and spewed stinging, watery vomit from her mouth, adding even more filth to her body. The orc let out his approximation of a laugh as he pulled his clenched fist free of the woman’s gaping, ruined pussy. He lapped at the blood and other juices covering his fingers before turning away from her and strolling back over to a group of his fellows.

With the immediate pain of the fisting removed, Galadriel was forced to focus on the thoroughly tortured state of her once beautiful body as a whole. Her flesh glistened with mostly sweat. While she’d been unconscious, the cum, blood, and mud that covered her had dried to crusty patches. Her long hair was stringy and clumped with further filth. Her chest was badly bruised from the kicking she’d received and each breath she took caused the broken ribs to shift uneasily. Her shoulders and hips were even more badly bruised from the brutal dislocations that had taken place. Her mangled legs – what she could see of them – were dark shades of black and blue. She was still alive, but that hardly seemed comforting given her situation. Even if she could be rescued there was no way she could properly heal from the extensive damage she’d been dealt. Galadriel cursed the strength of her body, wishing for the first time in her very long life that she was a lesser woman. A lesser woman would have already died from her injuries and be saved from whatever further terrible torments Sauron had planned for her.

As if just thinking his name was enough, Galadriel gasped as she found the monster looming before her again. The elf’s skin rippled. For a brief moment, she thought it was due to her fear, but then she realized that the sensation came from the few worms that had squirmed their way inside her. They could sense their master’s proximity and were getting excited. Galadriel nearly puked again, this time from utter revulsion. Sauron chuckled, as if sensing her disgust. Catching movement out of the corner of her eye, Galadriel turned to look and felt yet another blow to her psyche as she watched Saruman approaching her with a wide grin. She struggled to get words from her mouth, desperately needing to warn her friend and ally of the danger he was in. With the pain and fatigue eating away at her, she didn’t stop to wonder how Saruman had managed to stroll into Sauron’s lair so easily. Galadriel's hope was re-kindled
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END OF PART 1

[sexboy_69]

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[axman_3760]

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[saruman]

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