Message-ID: <47864asstr$1084839003@assm.asstr-mirror.org> Return-Path: X-Original-To: ckought69@hotmail.com Delivered-To: ckought69@hotmail.com X-Original-Path: not-for-mail From: vgss@email.com (Video Gamer) X-Original-Message-ID: Content-Transfer-Encoding: 8bit NNTP-Posting-Date: Mon, 17 May 2004 18:13:52 +0000 (UTC) X-ASSTR-Original-Date: 17 May 2004 11:13:52 -0700 Subject: {ASSM} REPOST: vgss' lotr - "the golden gate opens" (m/f, f/f, 1st, mast, nc, impreg, beast) Lines: 742 Date: Mon, 17 May 2004 20:10:03 -0400 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation X-Story-Submission: X-Moderator-ID: dennyw, hecate Movie Guy's Sex Stories Volume - Lord of the Rings - The Golden Gate Opens Eowyn walked briskly across the seventh level of Minas Tirith, taking comfort in the early morning hours that brought a lull in the Citadel's activity. Sauron had been vanquished for nearly three months now, but the remaining soldiers were still approaching her on a daily basis to express gratitude for her part in winning the battle at Pelennor Fields. She was trying to put the harsh war behind her as quickly as possible now, though, and desired only solitude during her morning errands. Stepping past a stoic guard who tipped his helm respectfully, the golden-haired damsel entered the Stewards' bathhouse, her dress billowing playfully upon being caught by warm blasts of air gently rolling off the tepid pool inside. At the edge sat a young girl no more than fourteen who had been patiently waiting for her liege's arrival. "Running a little late today, my lady?" the teenager asked demurely, withdrawing her feet from the water and standing up. Eowyn nodded swiftly and nervously, still a bit put off with the idea of baring her body to anyone, even one of her own sex. Rohan women, even those living in the halls of Meduseld, were quite unaccustomed to the variety of luxuries that Faramir had offered his beau while they remained in the White City. She had no idea that women in other parts of Middle Earth could possibly afford to live so lavishly that servants took care of every conceivable womanly need -- save the one her husband personally saw too. Her adolescent handmaiden disrobed straight away, having been previously clued in by the Citadel's head attendant that Eowyn was foreign to such a pleasantry and instructed to provide as comfortable a setting as possible. Lowering her hood, the slim female displayed a dazzling cascade of long, auburn hair that rivaled the noblewoman's own gilded locks. She undid the tie of her robe next, revealing in an instant that it was the only garment standing between her and total nudity. It glided off effortlessly, leaving the teen's small, perky breasts and fuzzy slit naked to the world. Emboldened, Eowyn started to undress as her servant entered the water again, feeling a little more reassured already. Pulling her white gown overhead, which had been arrived along with the rest of her personal effects from Edoras only a few days ago, the older woman left herself clad in naught but a pair of pretty, but rustic undergarments. She snapped the clasp of her bra and let it slide off her arms to land at her feet, then hooked a quivering thumb in the waistband of her panties and slid them deftly to the tile below. Utterly defenseless now, Eowyn drew near the pool and sat down at a corner as her assistant had before. The steamy atmosphere was already impelling drastic changes to her body which she'd rather not have suffered, but knew were all a part of the experience. Condensation was beginning to drip down from her chest, tickling each nipple as the droplets ran down her skin, and the growing wetness between her legs was almost as potent as any girl expecting a night of passion would find herself. "I don't see why you're so nervous..." the teen announced suddenly, wading over to her charge with a small bag in hand. The water was crystal clear, hiding none of the youth's budding sexual features, but still she showed not a whit of embarrassment. "I'm just not used to such things..." Eowyn replied softly, holding her thighs apart lewdly as Faramir so often politely asked before feasting on his spouse's quim. "Gondorians are so much more different than I ever imagined..." "Just relax..." the younger girl assured, pulling a small metal instrument and bar of soap from her pouch before setting it aside on the ledge. "Soon, you'll fit right in..." Eowyn tried not to make a sound as the child spread a rich lather across her pubic hair, knowing regardless that her clitoris was probably peeking out and wondering if it was time for Fun again. The razor blade traveled gently across her crotch, slowly wiping away the yellow tuft with a practiced finesse. She was certain this new look would take some adjustment, but at least had the volition to try and harmonize with her new kin. "There we go, all done!" the teenager said brightly after a few tense minutes, cupping some of the water in her hands and splashing it soothingly over Eowyn's bare vagina, catching the Princess quite off guard. Her loins reacted instantly to the hot lapping sensation, engorging themselves in a proud display of libido that startled their master. Hurriedly, she pushed off and immersed herself completely in the bath, realizing too late that the unblemished fluid hid her privates no better than it did her companion's. "You shouldn't get in so quick!" her handmaiden admonished lightly, whirling around with the soap and massaging the suds along Eowyn's back. "It might not be good for the baby!" "Yes, you're right..." the fraught royal answered sadly, glad the expression of grief that passed over her face was mercifully hidden. Like all of Minas Tirith's citizens, the petite juvenile was eagerly awaiting the next heir in the line of the Stewards. Only Eowyn was worried about the impending birth of her offspring, being honestly unsure that her husband had been the one to plant a seed in her belly. *** Eowyn's days in the Mark before the War of the Ring were a time of fragile tranquility. She had been vaguely aware of horrors being inflicted on her people, but never really let herself understand why orcish raiding parties would often slaughter the men of a village and merely "beat up" the women, remaining distant from the plight of her people within the safety of Edoras. That peace all came crashing to a brutal halt with the arrival of Grima Wormtongue. He made Eowyn's days a nightmare, especially for one so used to seclusion when taking care of the primal urges her chaste status prohibited acting on. She had been well-versed in self-pleasure since before her chest and pubes had even sprouted, gingerly petting her nether mound while the strange new sensations carried her away. Later on, she graduated to rubbing her tiny knuckles across her blossoming girlhood, then finally to ramming a solitary finger up the sensitive hole to achieve her first climax. After that, the boredom of royal life seemed to melt away in a delicious haze of marathon masturbation sessions she took great pains to hide from the guardsmen. As the days passed with this unbidden stranger slowly weaving his art into her uncle's mind, Eowyn was quite annoyed to have to alter her habits to keep from being discovered by the lecherous prowler. Still, all the precaution she could muster did not prevent the dainty blonde from occasionally finding the door to her room curiously ajar after orgasming spectacularly all over the sheets. When finally perturbed enough to seek out the peeping tom, she kept watch on the entrance as she started frigging, ramming a slender finger up her neglected quim in the hopes of achieving a resplendent orgasm. Just as she was about to come hard, though, Eowyn caught the filthy scoundrel watching as he pounded his meat. Appalled, she bolted right up, enduring an excruciating flame-out rather than risk letting him get off to her secret doings before hastily shooing him away and slamming the door. It was only after he snickered behind the closed barrier that she realized she hadn't even thought to cover up while walking over. Although annoyed, she conceded that the close-up view of her genitals would probably fuel his fantasies for a good couple of weeks and keep the pest out of her bedchamber. Grima did not stop there, however, being only encouraged by her reluctance to rat him out and risk reliving the incident. Several times, Eowyn returned to her quarters to discover he had made quite a mess of her underthings, no doubt rubbing himself with a pair of her panties while sniffing another, then shooting white goo all over the bureau's contents. Only once did she forget to check her apparel for trespass, and the awful feeling of pulling on what she thought to be a fresh set only to feel slimy cum seep into the outer folds of her pussy was enough to firmly implant caution for even the most mundane of her daily tasks. Similar "accidents" began to appear on the young girl's sheets and pillows, forcing Eowyn to routinely wash her own linens to prevent a nosy guard from noticing the stiff patches and informing Theoden about his niece's apparent nocturnal activities. Rather than reveal to anyone what was going on, she simply took it in stride, unable to believe that anything Grima could do would be more demeaning than having the house of Eorl know their most chaste had been so taken advantage of. Keeping her mouth shut only caused the situation to get worse, however. Soon there was a constant barrage of rough groping when mere cloth no longer held his interest. He had a keen eye for others, and always took advantage of her out of sight of the honorable soldiers who would have defied even the King himself to protect their fair Lady. Thus, Wormtongue copped all the free feels he desired, usually while Eowyn was most vulnerable. It started innocently, a bump here or there to conceal a hand wandering over the cheeks of her ass. As she caught on, he would grow even bolder, slipping his hand down the top of her white dress to fondle the unprotected mounds, or reaching lower and probing the warmth of her concealed pussy. Each embarrassing encounter would begin with a momentary twinge of sexual please which Eowyn silently cursed her body for, then end with a violated huff and furious departure. It came to the point where the heiress of Rohan dreaded having to visit the royal privy to pee, knowing he could easily slip inside and get a good, long look while she sat undefended. If there was nothing at hand to throw at the disgraceful bugger, Eowyn would simply have no choice but to turn her head aside and ignore the crimson flush in her cheeks as she kept both legs wide open to finish, redressing in abject humiliation as soon as she dared. She had to be careful when dropping off to sleep, because that was always her most tender state. The first time Grima intruded after dark, Eowyn woke with a shock to discover his hand up her dress, and two small digits furiously fingering her helpless pink box. After she slapped him harshly, he slunk away, but not before making a point of letting her see him lick the musky cream from his hand. A few days later, he was at it again, and she drifted out of a very erotic dream to find him brazenly lapping up her delicious honey. The persistent blight gave up eating her tasty snatch only after a repeated raps on the head, finishing by sucking on the protruding clitoris hard enough to make Eomund's daughter shriek from having her most sensitive area overloaded with sheer, brute stimulation. As time went on, he got worse and even more bold. Once during dinner in the feast hall, he managed to secure a seat besides his love despite Eowyn's best efforts. Then, to her horror, the wretched spy grabbed her hand and shoved it firmly down his pants. He held it tight to his tool to ensure she jacked him off good, knowing the proper lady would dare not protest in a room full of people. She begrudgingly acquiesced, more simply holding on as he guided her womanly touch. It was degrading beyond words to have to try and sit still as he pasted her palm and fingers with spunk, which was only compounded by the work it took to keep them carefully hidden for the rest of the meal. Grima took to blatantly humping the princess like a mindless brute if the opportunity happened to arise, the first such occurrence taking place when the Princess was idyllically spending a leisurely afternoon in the library of Edoras. When finally presented with a window of time alone with her, he pounced, yanking Eowyn out of her chair and onto the table before the poor woman knew what was going on. Feeling an insistent pressure on her rear end, she at first thought he was really going to penetrate, but the lackey of Isengard was content to merely rub his shaft along the silken garment stretched tight over her butt, paying no heed as she struggled to free herself from the dry fuck. Eowyn thought it couldn't possibly get any worse, at least until he began stealing into her bedroom at night and performing similarly, this time thrusting his pelvis into her shielded crotch until the entire front of her robes were soaked. He was much heavier than she had realized, and there was really no escape once the lecherous male had decided he wanted to enjoy her body. The most degrading point was after he had finished, leaving her vagina throbbing from the friction as if she had actually been raped. Towards the end of his stay, Worm seemed to sense that his time was coming to an end, and forced himself on the hapless female in even more outrageous ways. One awful evening, she had tried to take advantage of one of Grima's visits to Orthanc to enjoy a relaxing bath. His disappearance was a ploy, however, and even as the prim girl disrobed he was feasting on the delights of her shimmering flesh. After closing her eyes and letting the warm water caress her often-pawed breasts and vagina, Eowyn was rudely shocked into consciousness when warm blasts of cum began to coat her pretty face. Swatting furiously at the laughing sneak, she managed to give him an excellent view of her dripping muff while rising to scare him off. Even worse, she resuming bathing and realized only later on that she had done so in contaminated water, giving the small gametes ample time to burrow into one of her eggs and leave her with an unplanned gift. *** Such worries proved to be unfounded by that fateful night, and the crescendo that changed her life. Eowyn had already been dozing soundly when Grima crept inside unbidden. With all pretensions of what he really wanted gone, the underhanded spy quietly lifted the sheets off and hiked up her sheer nightgown, exposing the golden bush he wanted nothing more than to swiftly desecrate. He was so erect by the sight of her flower that had he means to freeze the flow of time outside the room, he would surely have ravaged her loose and broken, too used to ever be able to fully oblige a man again. As Eowyn started to stir from the cool breeze blowing across her crotch, he rushed ahead, leaping right atop the surprised maiden and trying to ram his member home. She gasped in astonishment as he missed and jabbed her abdomen, then again as the second attempt sailed too low, falling beneath her pink folds and leaving the tip perpendicular to her rear entrance. It would have been possible, if difficult, for him to simply go ahead and begin to pound Eowyn's butt from this perspective, but both of them knew the only place he would really feel at home was at the other end of her perineum -- the inviting honeypot no man had yet enjoyed. Wormtongue had just adjusted and positioned the head inside her vestal passage when instinct graciously look over for the frazzled female. Fully awake now, Eowyn quickly brought her knee upwards and aimed for his vulnerable jewels. Connecting instead with his side, she stopped the intrusion that would have broken her chastity right then at the cost of letting the over-aroused male spurt messily over her pubic hair and stomach. Momentarily relieved, she grudgingly permitted the abominable act while struggling to gain her senses. Grima spread the sticky fluid heartily up and down her quivering slit with the tip of his rod, panting with excitement as he saw his beloved's resolve give way at last. Eowyn could feel semen begin to permeate her untouched channel and realized that it was already too late. He had chosen the worst time to make his final push, and she couldn't have been more fertile. A small rivulet of baby-making cream would be just as potent than if she let him pump the stuff in her belly for the rest of the night. Distraught and ashamed, she let her legs fall open to indicate that all resistance had ceased. The golden maiden was finally ready to have sex. With a triumphant smirk that threatened to split his face in two, Wormtongue held the fair lady's thighs wide enough apart to facilitate the rough entry she was about to receive. He sighed with gratification as he forced her rosy petals open with his dick, cum lubricating the difficult ingress. Eowyn cried out loudly, contorting her body to try and accommodate the encroaching shaft as her vaginal duct was stretched open. Her constrictive tunnel struggled valiantly to discharge the invader, but the steady plunge continued unabated with the defensive mechanism serving only to massage her rapist's tool. Upon reaching her maidenhead, he pulled out a bit and repeatedly rammed the fragile barrier again, eliciting moans of protest from the soon-to-be impure female. Then, with one hard shove, he pierced the hymen and sank the rest of the way into her deepest recesses. Eowyn let a single tear escape as she was defiled, but fought hard not to weep openly even as he continued to thrust in and out of her tight aperture with elated shouts of glee. The back and forth motion rocked her small frame easily, cajoling her breasts to sway seductively under the thin night-dress. Yet worse, though, was knowing that her slick vaginal walls were blithely caressing and stimulating Grima's cock, completely betraying her! Not that there was much room, though, with the prone young lady's mons bulging obscenely with each poke as if to display to the world the appeal of the heiress of Rohan's tight, inexperienced quim. Every forceful lunge caused a shudder to run up the stunning blonde's spine as Wormtongue burrowed into new, more secret places inside her body. Eowyn could hear the slick rhythm of his fleshy pole slamming into her plump labia, knowing full well that the silky coating facilitating their lovemaking was as much her own juices as his. Though she dared not look and give him the satisfaction of being caught watching her purity fade away, Edoras' finest shield-maiden could already detect a familiar throbbing from her partner's instrument. The bloating sensation increased as the eager male pumped harder, loosening her up to penetrate even deeper. Eowyn winced visibly as the little worm ravaged her womanhood, vaguely aware her skin was growing wet with perspiration from the frenzied pace. Her partner, however, seemed to be near the end in the capacity to enjoy such a fine gift. Moving his hands from either side of her body, he wrapped them around her back and pulled himself closer, burrowing in even deeper from the advantageous reposition. Gasping sharply as her uterus opened up in an attempt to conceive a child, Eowyn's plaintive moans set Grima off explosively. Unable to contain himself any longer, the interloper continued plowing her pelvis with nary a thought to the imminent desecration. Within seconds, he was erupting in a thick helping of semen, inundating every inch of her fertile walls with the viscous proof of his conquest. She groaned as the moderate-sized rod expanded in the throes of climax, sensing the increased pressure in her abdomen as ejaculate filled her reproductive canal to capacity. At last, the filthy urchin was spent, exiting Eowyn's depths with a noticeably fulfilled sigh. She wondered briefly how much her formerly prim orifice had swollen, and then discovered in shock that she was shamelessly leaking semen all over the bed, her battered vulva far from able to stem the flow of excess juices from spilling out. Grima managed to distract his lover's disgrace, though, by shifting his relatively shorter body upwards so he could taste her lips. She balked when he pressed her tongue into her mouth, but the feeling of his slick tool oozing all over her stomach only reinforced the dreaded thought that she was now carrying enough of his seed to get pregnant thrice over. Making out with the despicable man paled in comparison, and wasn't even worth fighting to prevent. This continued for some time, all the while Eowyn dreading the moment when Worm would become erect again and resume shafting her sopping honey-fountain. As me moved on, licking her cheeks and neck, she had to hold back a groan of disgust, but an insistent prodding at her middle hinted that her avid mate was ready to couple once again. Now, though, he seemed more interested in his love's slim behind than the tight vice that was now oozing copiously over the mattress. Not having ever considered that she might lose her anal virginity as well, Eowyn buried her face in her pillow and sobbed quietly as she was rolled over, creamy cheeks spread open so the puckered opening could be divulged. Grima took his time teasing her, spearing her buttocks apart with his cock but not actually entering. Eowyn arched her back and raised her head when it finally pierced her rear sphincter, unable to hold back any longer and letting out a mournful wail as the raging spike pummeled her behind, sinking in deeper with every passing second. The shapely female's ass was forced to stretch to impossible limits, all the while enduring Grima's mirthful vocalizations expressing the joy of being able to profaning both her passages in one fell swoop. With naught else left but to see it through, she gripped the bedposts firmly and braced herself for an instruction in sodomy. The fist time he totally bottomed out in her bowels, Eowyn was sure the tip would burst through her innards and emerge from her raw pussy in a grotesque spectacle. Miraculously, it seemed, her butt managed to contain the encroaching rod, although she could perceive by the progressive ease in which Wormtongue began to fuck her that no other man would ever be able to enjoy her posterior as much should she even allow it again. Her worn cunny had already suffered much from the fuck, now gaping open lewdly as no unmarried girl's was meant to, and it looked as though her backside was about to sustain the same fate. Grunting and panting loud enough to drown out the sounds of Grima's thighs slapping wetly against her jutting fanny, the beleaguered Princess attempted to ride out every shred of humiliation brought out by this unnatural perversion of kosher sex she was taught as a little girl. He reached underneath her rippling body, dirty hands roaming over the unwilling flesh. When the probing digits started roughly mauling her magnificent tits, Eowyn acquiesced willingly, hoping the added stimulation would help him shoot her bum full of spunk quicker and bring the nightmare to an end. It took time, but eventually the feel of her hindquarters massaging his dick got to her uncle's evil advisor. With tremendous fanfare, Worm chortled loudly as his penis pulsed wildly in Eowyn's rectum, pressing the twin flaps closed on his rock-hard member to maximize the pleasure. As she gasped sharply from the new sensations, he quickly filled her back hole with sperm, relishing the trenchant feel of his woman trying instinctively to desperately back off and prohibit the warm goo from drenching her insides. Completely victorious, the greasy-haired thug slid out, watching intently as his seed soon followed. *** Certain that she would be forced to submit to Grima forever more, Eowyn allowed herself to gracefully succumb to inviting the allure of unconsciousness. It did not last long -- only until the next morning when he arrived for the first of many encore coital visits. Dazed from the nightmare of being freshly deflowered, the hapless maiden at first fought his advances, but upon feeling the erect member slide into her sex without resistance, the sister of Eomer remembered what had transpired. Groaning, she let him lift her legs up onto his shoulders before entering her womanhood anew, the saturated tunnel churning erotically with every ramming motion from lingering mixture of sexual juices coating both his cock and her pussy. With her harrowing loss of innocence already passed, Eowyn could relax as she was forcibly made love to. There was no pain as her vagina was stimulated for the second time, allowing the princess to open and up let her body react naturally to the effects of being intimate. Though the disgusting dunlending finished much quicker than it would have taken to get her off, she was still shocked by the dull warmth that swelled in her abdomen even while being ravished. After splashing the beauty's innards with more jets of fresh cum, Wormtongue kept his stiffy embedded deep in Eowyn's gooey cunny, maintaining an erection just at the thought of what stopping her box up with sperm could mean. From then on, she was his total whore, willing to submit to anything in order to keep the kingdom from discovering the bastard had probably knocked her up. For the rest of his stay at Edoras, her vessel was nearly continually filled with semen. He followed her everywhere, pouncing on every barest hint of nudity as an excuse to initiate hardcore, vigorous intercourse. Not daring to shoo him away when the need to undress came, Eowyn would simply bend over regretfully and slide her panties down, knowing the field would immediately press her against the bureau and stick his meat between her pursed folds. Being helplessly pillaged in her own chambers was awful, but knowing that he was enjoying the feeling of her smooth behind slapping loudly into his belly made the scene even more demeaning. She had to wash her sheets every morning now, with Worm banging her at night as much as, if not more than during the day. After inserting his penis in her nether lips seconds after they both slipped under the covers, it was only a matter of minutes before Eowyn's snatch was spilling sticky cum over the linens. He would usually get it up again before she could drop off to sleep, pummeling her from behind. In her half-awake state, it was impossible to resist the repressed cries of her body's built up tension. Needing greatly to experience the daily climaxes he was depriving her of, the weary female would attempt to block out the identity of her unwished-for lover, deftly pushing back with each thrust. He always knew when she wanted to come, and always obliged for the extra control it imparted him. Even the young lady's grunting -- which was somewhat of a cross between half-hearted protesting and steady endurance of her plight -- changed tone. Normally, she grit her teeth and tolerated the trespass, but her vocal chords would always betray her when their master was about to get her jollies, lashing out in emphatic moaning that Grima teased her mercilessly about. There was no way to fool him when her skin became sweaty and the tell-tale shudder indicated she had just orgasmed. He had total control over when she could enjoy her own body now. It was as if they were a bizzaro-replica of a happily married pair. The whole night, he would wake her up ever few hours for a speedy hump, using her juices to slide himself quickly to a messy finish. By the time dawn rolled around, he would duke her up the butt one final time before planting a wet smooch on her lips and heaving off the for day's work of lies and falsehoods. He would always return by midday in anticipation of bedding her again, all washed up and ready for a lunchtime quickie. Eowyn never had time alone to bathe anymore herself, even though she strove diligently to give him the slip often enough to rest her constantly in-use privates. Grima was banging the golden-haired female sometimes six or seven times a day, not even giving the semen in her slimy hole time to dry before pumping a fresh load in. When she finally did get a few minutes of blissful solitude in order to sooth her quim, he would invariably slip inside the bathhouse with a bursting grin before joining in and having it off with her soapy flesh. There was no reason for her to masturbate any longer - Wormtongue took care of that himself by occasionally asking her to perform that most private act for his own amusement. And though she was at first convinced the weeks of nonstop pussy-pounding would have rendered her sterile, her own touch quickly brought back an explosive flood of sexual gratification. Eowyn would have rather been gangbanged by a troop of orcs than to let him command her to come, but she had been without a good self-come in so long, the urge was irresistible. Sitting down at the head of her bed while Grima watched from the other side, the ravishing blonde spread her legs and began to tease her labia, shuddering as the long-missed sensations grew. Watching lewdly, her voyeur wasted no time in whipping out his shaft and shamelessly beating it in front of her, relishing the sight of his fancy getting wet in front of him. Head swimming, Eowyn proceeded to finger herself roughly, amazed at the vigor with which she could pummel her crotch now that the hymen was gone. Sweat streaming from her pores, she moaned brazenly, helpless to but ride out the torrents of pleasure engulfing her body. Worm laughed as he stood up on the mattress and slowly approached, muffling her exultant cries by shoving his cock into her open mouth. Eowyn continued to jab her cunt with energetic stabs, taking the forced blowjob in stride and augmenting it with her own sounds of ecstasy vibrating along the fleshy cylinder. Just as she screamed in rapture, climaxing all over the sheets with euphoric glee, Grima loosed his cream in her oral cavity, grunting as she swallowed it obediently in her woozy state before wiping the tip over her cheeks and lips. The King's niece had never swallowed when he had her fellate him before, but had sealed the deal upon allowing an orgasm to drag her down even further into depravity. Wormtongue's new favorite flagrancy of the monarchy was to sneak Eowyn into her uncle's throne room after dark, then order Eowyn to suck on his dick as he occupied the honored seat. After making sure she swallowed every drop of his seed, he would lean back and watch the fair lass lick her lips clean, patiently waiting for him to become ready again. Upon being so informed, Eowyn would dutifully yield to the second part of the routine and hike up her dress, straddling Grima with her creamy thighs before sinking down on his prick. Riding her master put the burden on her, she performed admirably in order to get him to shoot another seminal blast in her womb all the quicker. Hips pounding on his thighs as she slammed his rod home, the princess played the part of Worm's servant well enough to completely drain him - as well as get her own rocks off in the process. Often, he would get it up again during the short walk back to her chambers, then gleefully plow her butt once they were settled in. On several occasions she would be forced to entertain some guests from the tower of Orthanc. These uninvited guests came at sporadic intervals to work their scum and villainy into the fair city, and were generally the kind of foul dunlending savages she had always feared getting trapped by in the wilderness. One curious look from their haggard, evil faces, though, and she would immediately bend over the nearest waist-level object and ask what hole they would like to stick it in. The men were dreadfully amoral, and would have probably just as likely slit her throat than pound her inviting sex. Putting out for Saruman's personal guards was a wholly different undertaking than simply letting Grima shoot his squirt. They took great pleasure in letting Eowyn know she was powerless to resist any demand, thrusting onto the poor girl a slew of disgraceful perversions. On the thankfully few occasions in which the barbarians were at Edoras, she would have to spend several hours a day placating their cocks with her tight tunnel, all the while enduring enthusiastic spanking that left her bottom red and sore by the end. Each new lover seemed bigger than Worm even at his most aroused, causing her to wonder how loose she was becoming by the constant stretching. Battered cunny dripping semen with every step, Eowyn would then be forced to entertain them by inserting various unusual objects up her worn box, pretending to orgasm every few minutes to raucous cheers and applause. When ordered to hump one of the bulging posts of her bed, the polished wooden column expanding her mons grotesquely as she rode, faking it was not hard at all. But occasionally, her repressed libido surfaced if she happened to be sliding something smaller into her slimy twat such as a candle or hairbrush handle. The dunlendings didn't seem to ever notice when she was really in the throes of climax and not just acting, which was at least a little comfort. After submitting to a round of titty-fucking with each male cruelly pinching her nipples to erection and later a bout of double penetration that left her barely able to walk, her disgraceful guests would saddle up to make their rounds about the kingdom sowing seeds of malice. Fellow passerby thought nothing of their female liege following the strange emissaries, totally clueless that she was almost constantly on her knees, swallowing their rods and trying desperately to suck the cream out while her practiced hand ran up and down the shaft. They plied her with bottles of strong wine along the way, confusing a woman who was perfectly willing to get on her back and spread her legs, but nonetheless humored the rouges without question. By the end of the afternoon, she was so fatigued from the day's debauchery that when Grima finally had her alone to himself, she slept through yet another bout of full vaginal intercourse while he contentedly hammered away. Just when she was growing accustomed to getting laid at any time and any place within the golden hall, Eowyn was made to suffer one last insult to her femininity by her honorless mate. Upon hearing from Saruman about the imminent arrival of Gandalf, he realized his fun with the royal girl was at an end and conspired to submit her to something truly shocking. After downing his courage in an uncharacteristic bout of drinking at the tavern, the cruel male sauntered back up to the Golden Hall to set things into motion. Eowyn followed dutifully when he beckoned, still groggy from being bopped twice that morning before even getting out of bed. She thought that perhaps he was going to take her for another exhibitionist whirl, as he often did when too exhausted to screw because the folds of his dainty spouse's vagina had been pulling at his cock for several hours the night before. The alehouse patrons were always pleased when he arrived with the mysterious blindfolded wench, unwittingly knowing they were about to have a go at the royal niece's quim. Worm would make an elaborate show of parting her womanhood to reveal the pink innards, selling his woman's attributes like a petty merchant, then collect money from the drunks while they each had a turn. She could already taste the dirty cocks her mouth would soon be sucking and the firm rods thrusting in her pussy and ass until both holes were leaking copiously. But when her guide meandered their path away from the city proper and down towards the stables at Edoras' outskirts, she knew what was in store. He was about to abuse the Rohirric people's love of horses in the worst possible fashion. Trembling, she let Grima guide her into one of the stalls, leaning over the tiny door and spreading wide to ease the beast's entry. As Worm lifted her dress to reveal the dainty globes and inviting nether slot, she grudgingly raised her buttocks high, presenting her honeypot like a true mare so that it would at least be over quickly. The horse understood the gesture right away. Locking its front hooves on the wall to either side, it began stabbing the head of its knobby, long phallus instinctually forth, probing roughly between her open vee. Eowyn quaked, tears falling fast from her eyes as the brute tried to mate with her, but stayed the course as the frightfully large penis inched closer to her slick hole. Finally, her equine partner found its mark, ramming its horribly long member deep inside her in one thrust. She had been loosened up a bit already by Wormtongue relentlessly hammering her pussy literally at will, but this was above and beyond anything she had ever experienced. The horse slammed past Eowyn's cervix with little effort, causing her to cry out in surprise as the quadruped stretched her comparatively tiny slit to new extremes. Every successive, jerky push caused her to buckle uncontrollably as the massive cylinder continued to enter her, totally uncaring as to its lover's pleasure. The beast did not last long, able to viciously pound her twat for only twenty seconds or so before erupting in Eowyn's womb with watery streams of forbidden cum. She moaned in deep anguish as the leathery pole spurted voluminous amounts of seed in her most private place, holding the taboo spunk inside with its still-pulsing shaft. Just when she thought it was too much to handle, Grima appeared to take her mind off the explosive pressure in her loins by having her mouth service his tool while she waited for the horse's own rod to soften. Both males finished around the same time, the pallid dunlending pasting her face with male cream just as the horse at last slid out. For an appalling few seconds, Eowyn actually seemed to be urinating horse semen as the slimy fluid was finally allowed to escape, a sight which Worm pointed out with a snide jeer. He kissed her forehead one last time, then turned to leave, leaving a wake of evil laughter as he departed her life forever. Even as she started cleaning the load of sperm from her face and between the legs with a blanket from the stall, however, the freed maiden could already hear the war-horn announcing the arrival of three visitors on horseback. *** Since then, she had never been able to enjoy sexual pleasure by the hand of another. That first night alone in the houses of healing after the battle, Eowyn had agreed to let Faramir have her utterly. Having to lay there and let him pound away at her twat while feeling not a bit of gratification whatsoever was cruel enough, but to then have to appease his pride with plaintive cries to convince him she was still virginal was almost too much. Even after marrying the Prince and immersing herself in the affection of marital bliss, their twice-daily coitus could do nothing to rouse her passion. Night after night, Eowyn would simply lay back and let her husband enjoy himself, being sure to serenade him with seductive moans to conceal her sterility. The open wound had been impeding her life long enough, and the Stewardress of Minas Tirith was finally ready to put it behind her. As the golden maiden let her young attendant's hands work the grime from her body, she suddenly felt an torturously wicked, but stirringly attractive proposition form in her mind. The limber female's slender digits had just begun to cleanse Eowyn's nether areas, and as the elder woman's mind had been drifting away from her earlier sexual experience to the more recent (and pleasant) ones, the end result was that her naughty bits began to respond in a way that had been tragically missing from her life for the last few months. Eowyn let out an uncontrolled gasp, knowing how lascivious she sounded to be getting off from something like this, but at the same time unable to deny the growing fire in her loins. The innocent handservant continued on, either consciously ignoring the tender sough or obliviously persisting on. After sliding her extremities between the noblewoman's legs and across her now-shaved pubic area, the juvenile at last sought the warm crack between them, running a slippery finger through the bulging labia as if there was nothing more natural. The moment she felt the gentle tingle in her crotch once again, Eowyn totally lost control, vocally erupting in a rasp of lust. Her youthful partner smiled uncertainly, blushing at the knowledge of what her ministrations were causing, but momentarily unaware that the juices running down the swooning newlywed's thighs were no longer merely soap and water. The savior of Rohan now had no choice but to act on her perverse fantasy. As the adolescent girl rose up to lather her Highness' creamy breasts, Eowyn suddenly took the teen's cheeks in her palms and bent down, locking their lips together in a stunning explosion of wanton desire. Her generous globes swayed seductively between them, the nipples playfully bumping together with her lover's in delightful sparks of ecstasy. The adolescent's eyes fluttered wide open in blank surprise, but she made no effort to affront her mistress by refusing the kiss. Shivers from confused feelings began to reverberate through her own budding genitals as the princess continued, the sound of their furious foreplay drowning out even the echo of the water lapping against the pool's edge. She eventually gave up fighting the intruding tongue as well, allowing it to freely explore her oral cavity. With great reluctance, Eowyn broke away with a last, endearing smooch, saliva dangling in a fine rope between their lips until deftly snapping in half. The servant-girl was flushed and giddy, more bewildered than frightened. "My Lady...!" she exclaimed in exasperated shock, moving a bit away from the voracious royal. "You seem to know your way around a woman's body..." Eowyn replied swiftly, trying urgently to make up for her own inexpertise in the lesbian realm. She took a step closer as she spoke, closing the gap between them once again until their bodies were nearly touching. The teenager did not resist, and allowed the bar of soap to be cajoled from her grasp. "I want to learn.." the White Lady continued, faltering as her face reddened from the thought of the suggestion she was about to pose. "*Everything* about my Gondorian counterparts...." Without waiting for a response, she reached behind and caressed her handmaiden's firm buttocks in a soothing gesture, then swiftly inserted a slick finger in the teen's vice-like passage. A delighted moan was her reward, and the youth buckled instantly under the duress, groping Eowyn's naked flesh just to keep from collapsing from the pleasure. Smiling, the radiant blonde leaned in close and pressed her mouth against the bath-maiden's ear, relishing the precious coos each swish of her practiced digits brought. "I think..." she whispered gently, petting the girl's glistening skin and she continued to masturbate her. "I'm really going to enjoy these bathing sessions of ours..." 03/27/04 - VGSS Please feel free to repost this story. More stories at http://vgss.tripod.com -- Pursuant to the Berne Convention, this work is copyright with all rights reserved by its author unless explicitly indicated. +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+ | alt.sex.stories.moderated ------ send stories to: | | FAQ: Moderators: | +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+ |ASSM Archive at Hosted by | |Discuss this story and others in alt.sex.stories.d; look for subject {ASSD}| +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+