Chapter 9
Nights Of Horror
by Alex
(Lurtz POV)
Orcs are the stupidest creatures in Middle Earth. I should know. I was made from them and Goblin men. Saruman declared that Orcs were made from elves who were tortured and perverted. I never believed him. He arranged ALL truth to suit himself anyway. He still does…
Now I was here at Minas Morgul training Uruk-Hai. Saruman had set up chambers below the dungeons where he turned out new horrors, since he had learned to make female Uruk-Hai. With the coming of females, there was no need for him to make more like me. Well, there were no more like me anyway, but they were Uruk-Hai nonetheless. We would make a strong and invincible army for our Lord. And as long as Saruman gave me what I required, I didn’t care what he did.
Then Ghaszog and his Orc patrol caught three men trying to get into Osgiliath and had them sent here to Minas Morgul to be interrogated. One of them had a sword sheathed in Boromir of Gondor’s personal seal, while the sword itself was from Rohan. That alone was enough to send them here, but the Orc who brought them to me said one of them was an elf. The men looked like men to me, one is much like the other to me. But the elf was different. And he acted like he didn’t care what happened to him. And I couldn’t stay away from him.
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Let me begin at the beginning. I run things here at Minas Morgul, or at least everything to do with the Orc armies. It wouldn’t do to have an Orc in charge. As I said, they are the stupidest creatures in Middle Earth. I am Lurtz of the Uruk-Hai. I was made in the forests of Isengard, and born killing. I killed the Orc who pulled me from my womb in the ground, and I’ve been killing ever since. It is what I was born for. But these days, I spend my time teaching Orcs to fight. My Uruk-Hai are better than this, but we will serve our Lord as he sees fit. I kill when I can these days. Peace is hard on the Uruk-Hai.
The day that the Orc patrol brought me the prisoners, I was not having a good day. When they came dragging these poor creatures to me, I killed the captain outright. It felt so good to just kill something. My blood sang in my veins as I felt the vertebrae in his neck crack. The second-in-command told me they had found the three of them trying to sneak in the city gates at Osgiliath. They had collars and chains on them, placed on them by my Orcs.
"I found this on the biggest one, Captain," the Orc handed me a sword. It was a sword from the now nonexistent royal house of Rohan and was in a sheath from Gondor, bearing Boromir’s personal seal. They belonged to Boromir then. I took the sword and looked at it, smelled it to see if it had been used recently. I tried it on my hand to see how sharp it was. It cut my tough palm. I smiled and sucked my own blood from the wound.
"Put it in my quarters. Boromir will want his sword back."
The prisoners all seemed to be human, and the biggest one stood in front of
the other two. He was no youth and no stranger to danger. His eyes were cold
as he stood up to me. I looked down at him and smiled. And knocked him aside
to see who he was hiding. The Orc behind them kicked them forward. There was
a smaller human and a tall, blond human, or so he appeared. I yanked his hair
back to find elf ears. I then grabbed the small human and pulled his hair
back. The elf tried to move toward me and was slammed back by one of the Orcs.
Before I realized it, I held the Orc up in one hand. I threw him. He landed several feet away and did not move again. It felt good to know he, too, was dead. Today was a better day than I thought.
Then I turned my attention back to the prisoners. I reached a hand down to touch the elf. He did not resist, but stood passively as I touched his face. The big man had to be restrained as he cursed me in human language.
"Silence!" I roared. The human stopped screaming at me, but he didn’t stop fighting. "To the dungeons with the humans. Take the elf to my private chambers."
I stalked off, then wheeled back around. "And clean up this mess!" I pointed to the dead Orcs. I had a hard time getting back to my duties. Killing always makes the lust rise in me. Usually only blood would satisfy me. But tonight I would have the elf. I was very shocked at how badly I wanted night to fall.
Night did fall, and I went to my chambers. He was chained to the hook on the wall by my cot. He was naked. And the most glorious creature I had ever seen. I wanted him now. I grabbed him and shoved him face first against the wall. He didn’t make a sound. He didn’t do anything. I hit him. He still didn’t move. I knew that I couldn’t take him dry, I’d have killed him. And even though that had never mattered to me before, some part of me wanted this one alive. I told myself because I wanted to use him again, but somehow I’m not sure that was the only reason.
I found some sour wine leftover in a cup, poured it on him. I touched him all over. He said nothing as I probed and pinched his body. His skin was pale and smooth, and my hands left red marks that would turn blue and purple by morning. I noted that he had been pierced, but wore no ring through his nipple. I told myself to have one of the Orcs bring the box of gold jewelry we had taken from dead prisoners later. I would replace it. I tasted his mouth, biting his lips until red elf blood touched my tongue. I licked my lips to savor his blood. I touched his penis, surprised at how it felt much like any other I’d felt, including my own. I squeezed it until he made an involuntary sound of pain. I wondered what it would look like hardened. Perhaps I could find out. Saruman knew many drugs that might stimulate him.
I probed his ass and found his opening with my fingers. He was small and tight. I stuck a finger inside him, careful of my claws. I prodded him with my huge cock. He made no sound, my brave little elf. I smiled to myself. He would, of that I was sure. I pushed into the tight ring. I felt it tear, heard the grunt he made as I plunged into him. He tried not to scream. He bit his lip, he clawed the wall, but he finally screamed anyway. And he screamed. I felt his blood, warm and thick as it ran down his pale ass and his long legs. The smell of fresh blood only excited me more. And I took him harder, enjoying the thud his body made when he hit the wall and rattle of his chains. I didn’t want him to pass out though. If I wanted to take corpses, I’d have them brought to me. We had plenty of those around, if the Orcs didn’t eat them. I turned his head to the side so I could see his face. Tears ran from his eyes, but no expression showed in them except pain. His only sounds were screams, no words, no threats or curses, no begging. I pulled him away from the wall, holding him in my hands and pulling him onto me.
"Speak to me, elf." I said to him. He answered
two words in elvish. I don’t know what he said, but his voice was so
silken, it made even the voice of Saruman seem Orcish. I screamed at him,
slamming him back against the wall, pushing deep as I could, coming inside
him. I stood there against him, inside him for a long time. Then I let him
go and stepped back. I smiled as my semen ran down out of him and mixed with
the blood that ran down from his torn ass. It ran in pink rivulets down his
long legs.
He collapsed in a crumpled heap when I was done, pulling against the chain
around his waist. He was dirty and bloody and quiet. He wouldn’t be
the first I had killed this way, but I didn’t want him dead. I called
for water. I poured it on his head. He opened his eyes. I had more water brought.
I don’t know why, but I bathed the elf. I washed the blood and filth
from his body. I called an Orc to bring me that box of jewelry and to hold
the elf for me while I replaced the ring. The hole had grown closed, but that
didn’t stop me. I forced the metal through the hole. He screamed and
writhed enough that I had to get a second Orc to hold him. When I was done,
he was heaving for breath and his chest was covered in blood. I slapped one
of the Orcs away as he tried to touch the blood and licked him clean myself.
And I had him returned to the men in the dungeon.
I went to see him the next day. When I opened the cell door, the bigger of the humans came at me, screaming. I caught him easily and laughed at him. But I watched the other one, the little one. He held the elf and rocked him, whispering to him and glaring at me. I left him to their care. When the night came, he would be mine again. All mine.
The captain of the dungeons came to find me.
"There is a problem with the prisoners, Captain Lurtz."
"And what would that be?" I spoke calmly.
"The big human won’t let us near the elf. You told us we can’t harm them, so we don’t know what to do."
Didn’t this idiot know that he was going to die? I picked him up by his throat and threw him against the stone wall. He fell down the wall to the floor, not dead, but certainly he’d remember not to bother me again. Orcs are just so stupid.
I went down to the dungeon and there they were, huddled in their cell, the big human in front of the little one and my pretty elf.
"I have come for my elf," I said.
"Take me instead," the big human said as he stood up. I looked at him. He needed to be taught a lesson. He needed to understand who was in charge of the prisoners here at Minas Morgul. He needed to understand who was in charge of him!
"Little one!" The small human was scared, but he was listening. "Take his clothes off. The big human’s. I will teach you all a lesson on who is Master here."
The elf stood, unsteady on his feet, but tall and proud nonetheless. I wanted to take him right then, but decided that taking the human was a better lesson. The elf stripped the human. The little one tried to help, but the elf made him sit back down. When the human was naked, I grabbed him. I had one of the Orcs chain him to the wall. The chain fit his wrists and he was basically spread eagle against the wall. He fought his bonds, cursing and trying to break the chains. I yanked my loincloth off and roared at him. He told me to fuck myself. I laughed at him and hit him across his back, leaving a large red mark. He was attractive… well, if a human can be attractive. I wanted to hurt him badly because he loved my elf, MY elf, but I knew that my master wanted these three alive.
They belonged to Boromir. I would have enjoyed taking Boromir and his pretty brother to my dungeon. I would have feasted on their skin after I had used them until my lust was satisfied. But it was not to be… I could play with their toys, instead. I cared not who they belonged to. As far am I was concerned, they were mine.
I leaned down close to the human’s face… I licked him. He was salty, and I could taste his fear. Fear is the perfect aphrodisiac. I had to take him and NOW. I slammed him into the wall. He grunted, refusing to do more. He was a tough one, this one. I looked at my elf. He showed nothing on his perfect face, but the little human’s face was a mask of terror. I bit the big human, tasting his blood, grinning at the little one while I licked his blood from my lips. At the same time, I plunged into him. He bit his lip until it bled, but he made no sound louder than a grunt. I was relentless, tearing him and battering his body against the cold, stone wall.
The elf grabbed the small human and pulled him into his arms,
holding his face against his chest, murmuring to him quietly as his eyes watched
me, never even blinking.
I never took my eyes from him either as I rammed into his friend so hard that
he finally went limp, hanging from his bonds like a broken doll. I still didn’t
stop. The elf stood, leaving the little one cowering on the floor.
"Take me." He said it quietly. I ignored him and kept banging away at the limp body of his friend. He grabbed me. Elves look quite delicate, but in truth, they are very strong physically. He jerked me away from the human. "I said take me."
I roared in anger and frustration. I let go of the unconscious man and turned to him.
"You come to me willingly, little elf?"
"Yes." He choked out. "I will do as you bid me. Just stop hurting them."
"Come with me," I said as the little one made high sounds liked a wounded animal, saying Legolas over and over again.
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The big human recovered quickly. He was a strong one. He and the little one were kept in the dungeon. They were not mistreated. I promised my elf. My elf kept his word. He came with me, did as I asked him. I taught him to pleasure me with his mouth, to save the wear on his pretty body.
He would get on his knees and touch me with his hands and his mouth. At first, he would barely do it. Then I began to shove myself down his throat, until he gagged. He learned fast. I started every day in his pretty mouth. When I was done, he would vomit and lay in the floor hugging himself until I left.
One evening, he was asleep beside my bed. I know that it is said that elves don’t sleep, but this one did. I got down beside him and touched him, fondling his penis. He responded and it hardened in my hand. He didn’t open his eyes so I stroked and stroked until he spilled on my hand. I was licking him from my fingers, when he awoke and looked at me. He began to scream, and he screamed that night until I finally had to gag him to make him be quiet.
I became accustomed to him even though he was there, but a few days. I was even fond of him on some level. But the day came that Boromir came to retrieve his lost property. What I wouldn’t have given to spend a few days alone with that one! My Master, a fellow Uruk-Hai and Lord now of Minas Morgul, bade me give them back to keep peace with Gondor. He did not say that I had to be happy about it.
I had them all cleaned up and dressed. I had shredded the elf’s clothing and the only thing that fit him at all in the rag box was a pair of well worn dark leather trousers that we had taken from a Ranger some time or another and a ragged cotton shirt. I turned them over to Boromir, along with the sword the human carried when I got him, hoping he’d attack me, hoping he’d threaten me. I growled at him when he came too close, letting him see my fury, enjoying the fear I could smell on him. I wanted to kill him and keep my elf.
As Boromir rode away with them, I turned to the Orc on my left, broke his stupid neck, and threw him from the battlement. And I screamed. My elf was gone.
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