Lothlorien had fallen, and the armies of Mordor thought that it would be quite simple to crush the elves from there, but for such weak creatures they proved far more resilient than expected, and even as their machines of war tore down the forests acre by acre to leave only desolate wasteland where the tree dwellers had no place to hide, pockets of resistance fighters continued to attack their forces, using hit and fade tactics to strike as hard as they could before retreating deeper into dense woodlands that their armies simply could not cut down fast enough. "For Lady Galadriel!" they yelled, the only words ever spoken in a common tongue by the elves, who wanted to make damn sure that their enemies knew for whom they fought.

Well, if the elves found strength to fight in the deposed, captured Lady of Light, then clearly the solution was to snuff out that light for good. They'd captured her as a trophy of war, kept her bound and weak in the dungeons they had hastily crafted of stone and metal, an affront to everything decent and natural that the elves treasured. But that had been the point. Still, a strength within her seemed unbreakable solely through holding her captive, but killing her would not do anything but give them something to avenge, so instead, the brutish creatures thought of what they could do to Galadriel that would demoralize her loyalists the most, and it wasn't difficult to think about what would break them.

They had to break her.

If their beloved Lady was dragged back up to the surface a broken and desperate sex slave addicted to uruk cock, then they would have just the weaponry they needed to lay the rebellion to final, succinct rest, and they didn't waste any time in getting to work at the matter.

Manacled to the wall, Galadriel didn't even look look up at her captor as he came to give her 'her meal'. After all, their idea of a joke was to shove a pile of leaves in front of her to eat, and with her wrists bound and chained she couldn't even reach down to grab them if that were what she ate. She just kept her head low, refusing to give them the satisfaction of seeing her get her hopes up for something substantive. It had been days now of this mockery, and she wasn't going to give them any enjoyment, just knelt there, still and patient, biding her time until the day that her people were able to break in and rescue her.

But what she got wasn't a cruel joke and a pile of leaves. With her eyes closed, she couldn't' see what was going on until the hand seized her hair and tugged her head sharply back, pushing it hard up against the wall. That finally got her attention, just in time to watch as an uruk cock slammed forward, and Galadriel was in no position to brace herself for what came next, as he started to viciously fuck her face. Hands grabbed at her long, soft blonde hair, twisting it around a clawed hand and gripping tightly as he kept her head in place so that he could slam brutally forward. "You're our bitch now," the brutish invader cackled, twisting his hold in her hair as he drove forward again and again. Her mouth was his, and her throat only took a few thrusts to be claimed, until he was shoving down deeper into her gullet, uncaring about the way she choked and gagged around the cock being slammed into her face.

Galadriel didn't know what to do, and was left holding in place, remaining still as the thrusts continued, bound and in no position to do anything but accept the uruk's twisted treatment. Shock came over her in its purest form; she had expected to be mistreated as the uruks, maybe have her head lopped off as a war trophy, and this was the most unexpected conceivable outcome, albeit potentially the worst as he alluded to the fact that she was to be their bitch, not suspecting that it would be a short station, and she was in no position to even beg or argue it. And perhaps she wasn't proud enough to beg if this was what she would be suffering instead, but she couldn't find out for sure as he kept firmly in place and brutalizing her.

Spit bubbled up around Galadriel's lips as the cock plugged her throat; not only could she not swallow, but the throbbing cock pressing down on her tongue made her salivate, and which led to her making an absolute mess of herself as she lay there, suffering through the utter indignity of her captor's hungers. "You'll learn to suck cock eventually, elf bitch," he snarled, throwing on some extra humiliation as he drove carelessly forward, making damn sure to savour everything about the way he mistreated and manhandled her. There was a hot, twisting thrill to his position, to being powerful enough to claim the very first violation of the elven royalty, a mere preview of the depravity they had in store for her. "I'm just here to break you in; there's so much worse coming for you soon."

The thought terrified Galadriel, and in that terror she was left so frozen and so still that she didn't do anything about the surprise cum shot that followed as the cock withdrew from her mouth, spit splashing down onto her bared breasts as her mouth was emptied but instead of swallowing she simply let it drool out. Hot, sticky ropes of cum landed onto her face as she knelt there, head hanging slowly down again in shame as the uruk slapped her across the face a few times with his open palm for good measure.

"Say something," he snickered, and when she didn't, he gave her hair a tug.

"We will win," was her reply through gritted teeth. She wasn't going to give them the satisfaction of letting them hear anything else, even as on the inside, she shook.

But to her great surprise, as she sat there with her eyes closed, a piece of fruit was stuffed into her mouth. Not a rotting one, either; a freshly picked, sweet apple, and it tasted like a divine treat to Galadriel, but she knew it came with a catch, and its flavour could not wash away the lingering salt and sweat on her tongue.

When her next meal came, Galadriel was pulled up to her feet, arms finally down at her sides for the first time as from her height even the chains couldn't keep them from going slack. But the treat of standing wasn't one that lasted long as she was pushed up against the wall, legs forcibly wrapped around the waist of another one of the twisted monsters ravaging her home. She was fucked hard and fast, laughed at by a group of voyeuristic uruks who cackled and hurled abusive words at her, words offensive to both women and elves that they yelled in overlapping voices as her pussy was stuffed full of uruk cock.

"How are you so tight?" he taunted, grabbing hold of her breasts, small and delicate, but being fondled and squeezed in way that was anything but. "Unless you've never been fucked by anything as big a cock like this before. Are all elves so terribly endowed?" While the men watching threw general verbal abuse at her, he focused on ways to humiliate her, to drill into her psyche half as hard as he was drilling her pussy. "Well don't worry, now you're a slave to uruk cock."

The remark drew a whine from Galadriel, who remained as silent as possible as she was steadily fucked. He was right, though. This was the biggest cock she'd ever been fucked with, and elven men were many things, but in her experienced 'endowed' was not one of them. As much as she hated it, her body was burning up with a raw pleasure from the savage fucking like she never could have imagined, and it was a powerful, dark threat to her that she had no answer to. The fucking was too intense for her to bear, and her body was giving in to it, to the thick cock plunging into her, to the utter plundering of her body. She was powerless to fight them and they were practically doing victory laps in her pussy now. But the worst of all, worse than any of the sensations upon her, was when she came. When the friction and the penetration did her body in and she climaxed around the cock, biting down on her tongue to not let out a single sound, but the physical signs all too obvious.

"I knew you'd love it," he snarled at her, cumming inside of her spasming cunt as she went limp, whining as he pulled back and left her to fall to her knees once more. Another apple was stuffed into her mouth, and she ate this one even more ashamed than the last. Her body had betrayed her, and she knew full well that they were going to press that advantage for all it was worth.

Days crawled by and turned into weeks, and at least once at 'feeding time', Galadriel was violated by her captors, as she learned firsthand that they were smarter than the standard orcs they commanded. They discovered an herb often used in sparing doses as an aphrodisiac amount the elves, something to heighten pleasure, and she found a paste of it smeared all over her pussy and her nipples each time they used her to increase her pleasure, pushing her with each orgasm a little closer to breaking, they hoped. Galadriel's shattering was of the utmost priority to the beasts and they spared no effort in making sure they did their best.

Her manacles would be taken off and she'd be bent over a table, fucked like an animal over it as they hammered her pussy, always slapping her ass and calling her an elven whore, asking her if she was ready to admit her love for uruk cock yet, if she was ready to admit that they owned her. She didn't reply, just lay there and took the punishment, let them fuck her harder and faster as her body stopped putting up a fight. She came, shuddering and kicking about hotly as the orgasm throbbed up within her, always accompanied by a flood of hot cum into her pussy, before she was shoved back into the jail cell and shackled up, left unable to do anything about the spunk leaking down her thighs, her pussy always tingling with need from the intensifying, sensitivity inducing herb paste. She would always be left hungry and needing another round, but she wouldn't dare say anything about it.

But it was worse when she was facefucked, down on her knees, gagging and choking on a thick cock that never failed to penetrate her throat. It was brutal, as she was left unable to breathe, unable to move, but with her thighs grinding together in frustration. The smell of cock alone was starting to do things to her, but she never found relief when they claimed her mouth, applying the paste as a matter of course and a way to tease her, to make sure she knew that her body was craving their cocks. They wanted her to beg, but she never did, just accepted the punishment and the humiliation, then whimpered and whined when they left, still shackled up and unable to touch herself.

Being spitroasted was a special kind of savagery, when she was thrown to a pair of horny orcs being given the reward of the prize captive's body for a good hunt. The dumb, competitive creatures took great pleasure in fucking her together, in challenging the other to prove their might by being able to fuck her hole harder than they could. She'd had her mouth and her pussy ravaged individually before, but the way they wound each other up left her struggling, bent forward with hands on her hips and grabbing at her hair, leaving her to tremble as she was brutalized from both ends ,stuffed full of cock and gagging noisily as they took her. She was being thrown around as a trophy now, a mere reward for these monsters, and yet... When she came, she came even harder than she would have if it was just her pussy being taken, left doubly soiled that night, and whimpering as she closed her eyes and tried to sleep once they chained her back up.

That was the first night she went to bed realizing just how much she wanted more. Sure, she'd needed more before, her body aching for it in ways that she was able to justify away and promise to herself weren't things to worry too hard about. But for that first night, she was left with a ravenous, aching desire for more, and it was hard to explain away her wants than her body's own exploited processes.

Anal sex became something the uruks loved, and some nights her pussy wouldn't even receive attention at all as she was shackled backwards, shoved up against the wall with her ass stuck out, the creatures laughing as they swatted at her ass and took turns violating her behind. It was brutal, made worse by the way she came regardless of whether they touched her pussy or not, shuddering as the depraved hungers of the beasts grew worse and worse for her. They wanted more from her body, wanted to push her further down into whatever depravity they thought would be fitting for her, and the worse they lusted, the worse she was beset upon.

When her ass became a regular treat, she learned how much she loved getting fucked from behind, how much the rough penetration of her body being torn open set her alight. Day by day she could feel herself losing control, her mind slipping just a little bit more as she shuddered, desperately trying whatever she could to masturbate as the night guards laughed at her, sometimes fucking her face for the fun of it while she whined and squirmed. The suffering was growing worse with each passing day for Galadriel, and she didn't know what to do, and she feared there was nothing she could do but succumb to it.

She knew it was over the day that the uruk captain stood in front of her, his cock in his hand and lifted up to reveal only his balls. He told her to worship them, and she did, without question. She buried her face into his balls and began to lick and slobber and kiss all over the flesh, giving it all of the attention she could. Her hands were let out of the manacles, and for the first time in over a month, Galadriel reached her hands down to finally rub at her aching pussy, which burned from all of the sap spread across it. She was giving in now, slurping on the nuts, giving them all of the reverent attention they deserved. He told her to worship, and she did. Breaking had been so gradual a process that Galadriel didn't even realize it had been done until she obeyed such a vulgar command, humiliating herself like this in front of the others, but she couldn't help it now. She was jamming fingers into her pussy and moaning hotly as she indulged in the hungers they had created within her, and she didn't even feel sorry about it.

"Are you finally ours, whore?" he asked, smiling as he grabbed her back, tugging sharply and listening to those sweet words as he released his cock, letting it fall down onto her face.

"Yes," she said a shudder, and began to kiss at the cock resting across her delicate features.
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The first public appearance of Galadriel since the fall of Lothlorien was an appalling one. The once fair, proper lady was covered now in tattoos of orcish words for 'slut' and 'breeding stock', while metal rings pierced her nipples and the ring of power she had been given and refused to take up had been turned into a clitoral piercing that clung to the plump, engorged nub. She was covered in cum, her hair dirty and cut short, almost cropped to the scalp as she looked a totally different woman, marched out without even manacles; the only chain she wore was the one that ran from her collar down her front, split down the middle in two directions toward her nipple piercings.

She was placed into the stocks, head and hands locked into the rickety, creaking wooden device as elves gathered in terror, the survivors left appalled by the sight before them as Galadriel gave her speech to her people.

"I love uruk cock," was all it consisted of, as the orcs clamored for the stage. One by one, they took her body, fucking her in front of her people, while the needy, addicted screams echoed through the woods, empowered by something dark and ragged within her, the ring of power now pierced through her clitoris channeled so that the screams of the broken elven whore rang out clear and far as sound could possibly travel. Cocks hammered into her and she took them all, begged for more, begged for their cum, and the once proud woman stood before her people broken and addicted, more lowly than they could have ever imagined.

It was the demoralization that the rebellion couldn't recover from, as their royal was broken. Just as expected, they disbanded, fled for Rivendell to fortify themselves and hope desperately to fortify themselves there where they may be safe. When next they saw Galadriel, she was still locked in the stocks, these pulled by horse-drawn carriage, as uruk warlords took turns with her in their ride from Lothlorien toward the next elven stronghold. As an elf, Galadriel would live forever, and her new purpose as a sex toy meant that she would spend the rest of her immortal life being the treat of armies who sought to conquer new, distant lands.

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