Eowyn: The Cage - Ch. 12b

Many decelerating strokes and aftershocks later, he withdrew his cock from her anus with the same precision he'd used to claim it. Her pliant rosebud seemed to wink at the loss, and Malegil paused to admire his work, murmuring, "thank you. That brought me more pleasure than you can possibly know." He bent to kiss her puckered entrance, then moved away to let another take his place.

When Arlepheg slid into position Brethil abandoned his meager pleasure and moved away, for Arlepheg's shape was so unusual that she'd likely need all the concentration she could muster. Applying a generous quantity of oil to his engorged head, he pressed against her resisting hole, spreading her cheeks and straining with the effort to breach her sphincter. Her groan of discomfort escalated to tooth-grinding pain as he pushed, and she was on the verge of begging him to stop when he finally — and noisily — popped through her barrier. She yelped at the release of agony, though the discomfort persisted as the head lodged inside her channel, and her fists clenched.

"Do you want me to stop?" he asked, catching his breath.

She grimaced, tears in her eyes. Pure physical instinct begged her to answer in the affirmative, yet she eventually wanted to give her ass to all of them, including the handsome but fearsomely endowed Brethil, and to accomplish that she knew she'd need as much preparation as possible. In the interim there was also Dûrthéod to consider; his turn in her rectum, she knew, wouldn't be accompanied by caution or solicitousness.

She shook her head, willing herself to calmness. As carefully as possible, sensitive to her struggles, he pushed inward. She clawed the blanket, her hissed exhalations long, sibilant, and chattering. It feels like there's a fist inside me. Eventually, Arlepheg bottomed out, and she arched her back upward with a shuddering gasp. "Wait...."

Malegil interrupted. "You're fighting him. Relax. Breathe. Open to him. Once the barrier has been breached, your rear channel will stretch to accept even the largest of men. There's nothing to fear, and this will become easier, but you must free yourself of tension."

Gingerly, trying to focus on his calming words, she fell back to a resting position. The throbbing pain in her ass dulled, and she forced herself to calm her breathing. Her anal ring tightened around his narrow shaft, though at the point of deepest penetration she still felt stretched beyond reason. Pleasure seemed far beyond her grasp.

With great care, he made the smallest of pumping motions. Again she tensed, grinding her teeth to stay her complaints. He did it again, shifting position as little as possible, scarcely doing more than massaging depths he already occupied. This motion he maintained until her fists began to unclench.

The unfathomable tightness gripping his shaft was hard to take, but for him the problem was pleasure rather than pain; he knew that once he truly started to move within her, friction and the sheer decadence of their joining would bring him to a very quick orgasm. And so, for the moment and in service of both their needs, he was content to move slowly. Taking a chance, he pulled back as far as he dared, paused, then pushed inward again. She raked the blanket with her nails, reached back to claw at his steadying arms, grunted as he probed her ass, and all the while desperately willed herself to remain as relaxed and compliant as possible.

For many minutes he repeated this careful oscillation. Gradually, she became aware that her body was no longer fighting him. Her discomfort morphed into a deep ache. Maybe I need a distraction, she thought, motioning for Dûrthéod to approach. Gripping his hard spear, she drew it into her mouth and sucked. As she expected he quickly took control, pulling her lips back and forth along his length, imprisoning her head while she struggled to breathe.

Arlepheg's strokes grew more emphatic. Éowyn groaned around Dûrthéod's cock, concentrating on giving rather than receiving pleasure, and as she felt the head begin to pulse in her throat the ache in her ass finally subsided. While pure erotic response still eluded her, she found satisfaction in the act of submission...one enhanced by dual impalements that were, for now, mostly about satisfying the desires of others. Increasingly enthusiastic thrusts into her bottom caused her to lose control of her oral activities, but at that moment Dûrthéod unloaded a quantity of his delicious nectar into her mouth. As she gulped it down, with a few last jerky thrusts Arlepheg pumped his own seed deep into her bowels.

Extraction was a slightly less arduous task than insertion, and he finally popped back through her stretched entrance, leaving her rather obscenely gaping open for her next partner. Malegil was in instant attendance at her rear, rubbing a soothing oil around her sore anus, massaging her cheeks, stroking a finger into her almost forgotten pussy, rebuilding her base level of arousal.

She managed a weak smile for Arlepheg, even as she wondered whether or not either of her holes and his oddly deformed truncheon could ever meet in untrammeled pleasure. But she had little time to muse, for she was on the verge of being retaken.

That Arabold and Argonil would seek to penetrate her in tandem was entirely expected. Arabold's formidable cock was already half-embedded in her mouth before her attention was diverted by the thick trunk his brother was driving into her ass. Argonil lodged several inches of his mighty pole inside her rectum, and she moaned at the intense sensation of comprehensive fullness. While no part of him was as broad as Arlepheg's massive glans, his circumference was evenly distributed, and every advance stretched her wider.

Efficiently and without further preliminary — it was clear that she wasn't the first woman they'd shared — they pinioned her front and back, at first alternating their thrusts, then changing the rhythm and pumping her orifices at the same time. Despite the discomfort in her ass her arousal was again building; she resolved to let it happen as it would, applying herself with vigor to the stiff prod between her lips.

Unexpectedly, Argonil vacated her channel and Malegil fingered a fresh stream of oil through her entrance. Arabold moved around the table and, with one strong thrust, plunged all the way into the hole his brother had so recently vacated. She cried out, deep into her pleasure, but her cry was abruptly cut off when Argonil's glans prodded her lips. An unwelcome memory-flash of Wormtongue forcing her to consume his seed after his endless anal ravaging caused her to jerk her head back, snapping her mouth shut in angry rejection. Her bowels tightened so hard against Arabold's shaft that it brought his thrusts to a standstill, and Argonil regarded her with surprise.

She fought to sort through her conflicted emotions. What's my real objection? It's not to the act itself. It's that Wormtongue so blithely took what I refused him, even when what I allowed him was so much more than he deserved. I spent hours saying yes to his darkest desires — and, to my shame, mine as well — but what trumped even that debased decadence was that he never countenanced my right to say no. Argonil isn't forcing me, and wouldn't. I can say no to him. Even to Dûrthéod, should it come to that. Though I abandon myself in unprecedented ways, I'm still in control, and whatever happens is my choice. And while this isn't something I've ever thought about doing, considering where I've already put my tongue...why not? I want to try anything and everything. Regrets can come later.

Her conflict resolved, she opened her mouth and welcomed him inside. Running her tongue around his cock, she tasted the mingled ejaculate that coated its surface. Arabold's thrusts increased in vigor at the lurid sight, and he pounded her rear channel while she groaned in ecstasy around his brother's rod, happy to have put another of her lingering demons behind her.

Her climax arrived first; a grunting, shaking, fluid-gushing spectacle that generated loud exclamations of amazement from her spectators. This in turn set off Argonil, who unloaded his scalding sperm straight into her throat. She drank it down with a feral growl while Arabold banged away at her ass. Argonil staggered backward.

Devoid of an oral partner, she reached out to take Malegil's long stem in her hand and bring it to her mouth. But after suckling on the tip for a few moments, a more devilish notion occurred and she turned him to face away from her, reaching around his hips to stroke his cock and his heavy balls, then pressing her lips to the crease between his buttocks, running her tongue downward until it met his entrance and noisily rimming the tightly clenched hole. His sharp cries of arousal spurred her beyond reason, and with a final abandonment of decency she pushed her tongue inside. Through her swiftly pumping hands she felt cream erupting from his cock as her tongue wiggled and thrust through his confining ring. With a cry of overstimulation he too stumbled away, and she smiled in triumph at the dazed gratitude on his face. He lifted her head and offered her a passionate, breath-stealing, tongue-dueling kiss, giving back her gift.

Arabold finally exploded, searing her channel with his sticky ejaculate. He yanked himself from her ass, only to have Argonil unexpectedly plunge straight back into the gap. Éowyn cried out in orgasm, and — only minutes removed from his previous climax — Argonil blasted her with even more seed,.

With the brothers done filling and refilling her channel, she was vividly aware of the sea of sperm flowing from her gaping anal passage. With the same cloths they'd used earlier they absorbed the white river of ooze seeping from her distended ass, and she found herself strangely disappointed at its loss. Am I really so desperate to drink more, even from that source? Are there no limits to my decadence? She chuckled to herself at the absurdity of the question, given what she'd already done. I guess I'll find out. The night remains young.

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As expected, Dûrthéod preferred his own way of doing things. Roughly dragging her from the table to the hard ground, he rolled her onto her stomach and pulled her knees wide. She raised her ass, eager to be taken, but he pushed it back down, reddening her buttocks with a series of ringing blows and spreading her cheeks, studying the much-widened entrance to her darkest hole. Splashing a half-dozen drops of oil around her rim, he eschewed further preliminaries and shoved his rigid cock straight through her anus. Like a hammer rhythmically striking a nail, he drove hard and fast into a channel re-narrowed by her position. As he no doubt intended, she felt like she was submitting to something over which she had little control, and the thought made her groan with arousal.

What is it that he does to me? What uncharacteristic madness makes me crave being mercilessly used, even defiled, by one who takes full control of my body? For it's not just him. I caught a glimpse of this desire with Gréor, and before with....

With his manhood lodged deep inside her tunnel he rolled them over, demanding that she ride him in full view of all. Grateful for the interruption of her sickening turn of her memory she immediately complied, impaling her ass on his pillar, legs spread so wide that everyone could see both his penetration of her increasingly supple nether hole and her well-used cunt, which continued to drool its inviting fluids.

"Touch yourself," he ordered from beneath her, "and don't close your eyes. Look them in the eyes when you come."

Though she shivered at the brazenness, she did as he asked. Flicking and pinching her clit, she brought herself to a silent, limb-shaking orgasm. The others stared with unbridled lust as the rest of her fingers joined the fray, busily working her cunt while leaving her swollen bud to her thumb. She came again with a a series of desperate gasps. She felt totally debased, completely humiliated, and overwhelmingly aroused.

Dûrthéod lifted her from his cock and tipped her to her back, bending her legs upward and exposing her ravaged orifices to the fullest extent possible. Bidding the others to restrain her ankles astride her head, he grinned as her ass levered off the floor; obscenely exposed and begging to be filled. He placed his well-oiled cock at her entrance.

She knew what he was going to say even before he began.

"Beg for it."

Through her haze of lust, she managed a smirk. "Fuck my poor, violated ass...Master." Though she dared not show it, she was delighted at the flashes of surprise and anger that played across his face.

I have his measure now. If I just give him what he wants, my pleasure will be great. But if I resist for a while, my ecstasy might be tenfold. If my body can bear it, that is.

"You're asking for another punishment," he warned. With a sharp slap to her cheeks, he thrust straight into her rectum, pistoning with every ounce of his strength, repeatedly spanking her upturned buttocks. "Should I retrieve the others? Do you want their cocks pounding your hole too?"

"Only if you think yours can't satisfy me," she retorted between gasps. He scowled, tripling the pace and power of his sawing, trying to split her open, to drive straight through her colon and pin her body to the earth.

Éowyn was almost numb with ecstasy, and knew she was building to an epic summit, yet an odd sense of familiarity kept her from gifting it to her aggressor just yet. Details of position and intensity aside, there's very little truly new about this night's orgiastic proceedings, save the number of my partners and the size of their cocks. Still: oral, vaginal, anal, multiple partners, spanking, bondage, the thrill of submission...I've already experienced all these things, albeit in vastly less enduring form. Is this the culmination of my uncontrollable decadence, the natural endpoint to my self-created ruin, the final end to my tragic fall from warrior queen to wanton slut? Just adding more people? Is this all that's left to me? Have I already done everything there is to do?

A small, preparatory climax arrived and she ceased all worry, abandoning analysis for raw sensation. Dûrthéod was hammering her increasingly pliant hole with a relentless regularity as much machine as man, growling, "I don't hear you begging, slut."

Her eyes smoldered, her inhalations labored. A stream of filth — words she'd never thought she'd speak out loud, even in a frenzy of passion — rushed, unbidden, from her lips. "Take my ass. Force me open, spread me wider, stretch me deeper. I need your cock pounding me. Please, please, fuck me harder! Harder!" Her own words brought her to another convulsive orgasm, juices geysering from her cunt onto her breasts and stomach.

"Again, whore!"

She was into the game, now. "Plow your cock into my ass. Pummel me. Don't ever stop fucking my dirty hole. Your cock's so big. So hard. Ravage me with it. Pound me. Violate me. I want it as hard as you can give it. My ass is yours. I'm your slut, and all my holes belong to you. Fuck me like a whore; fuck me until I scream and plead for mercy. But just please, please keep fucking me. Ruin my ass. Fill my mouth with your cum. Make me suck it from your cock while someone else takes your place in my ass. I need it. All of you, over and over, all night! I need it!"

Even one experienced at dominance couldn't withstand this obscene litany. Dûrthéod yanked himself from her rectum, scrambling up her torso to unleash his load directly into her mouth, pouring his greatest quantity yet into her greedy maw, nearly recoiling from oversensitivity as she tongued his spurting rod. Even before he finished Éowyn felt an insistent, grinding pressure against her anus. A pressure that found no release, but built and built and built.

Yet so much use had indeed widened her entrance, and Arlepheg's swollen glans punctured her more flexible sphincter and slid into her slick depths. In her current delirium of pleasure, the unusual shape of his cock was finally more pleasurable than painful, and she quaked with climax as he quickly lubricated her anal canal with his thick cream.

Nor could Malegil resist her words or the helplessness of her all too inviting position. He slipped his full length into her with ease, penetrating even deeper than before. Enraptured at the sensations visibly cascading through her body, he smoothly rooted her ass while she erupted in a series of breath-stealing contractions. Whipping his cock from her overheated ass, he mimicked Dûrthéod and bade her suck his milky ejaculate directly into her throat.

The tableau also proved too much for the brothers, who each took a second turn probing her bowels, though again they chose to release their burning seed deep inside her channel.

Allowed a moment's respite, she paused to catch her breath, but the raging fire between her legs remained unfulfilled. She glanced at the bed where Brethil rested, his towering cock rigid and ready. He legs were too unsteady to be trusted, so instead she crawled to him, her ass leaking sperm as she moved. She climbed atop the bed and made sloppy oral love to his rod while, behind her, Malegil poured more oil around and into her overused hole. She paid little attention, for her focus was wholly on Brethil's mighty pillar.

This is not going to be easy.

Judging herself as ready as she was ever going to be, she poised herself over his tumescence and positioned him at the entrance to her ravaged ass, slick with oil and ejaculate. Throwing her head back and saying a silent prayer of hope, she lowered her buttocks.

The feeling was quite literally incredible; beyond full, beyond stretched, beyond impaled. She'd struggled her way downward to encompass his first three inches when her first climax hit, drenching his stomach with the outflow from her cunt. While she couldn't decide if she was pleased or disturbed to be so stretched that her anus didn't flatly reject his circumference, by any measure she was still pushing herself beyond all previous physical limits.

Many minutes and orgasms later, she managed to accept most (but not all) of his length, whimpering at the indescribable pressure and the nearly unbearable tension, as if not just her lungs but her entire body had been brought to the very brink of unconsciousness. She wondered how she could possibly take the rest of him, for his last few inches seemed utterly unconquerable. Seeing no other path forward, she began to pump.

She was cautious at first, but before long she was sliding up and down on his cock with far more ease than she'd ever imagined. Inside her channel, her tissues burned with friction as they clung to the exterior of his enormous phallus. Brethil reached for her breasts, teasing their peaks and then lowering one hand to her pussy to thumb her clit. With a cry as strangled as if his truncheon was buried in her throat rather than her ass, she came more forcefully than at any time during her slow descent, and at the moment she did he gripped her thighs and thrust upward with all his strength.

Her orgasm shattered right in its midst. She could neither speak nor move. She could only tremble, pinioned, mouth gaping open in a silent scream at his total possession of her anal canal. Beyond reason, beyond purpose, beyond control, she was trapped at the pinnacle of a climax that threatened to stretch into eternity. She wondered if she might die, impaled and motionless on his majestic prick.

Brethil, however, had other ideas. If she couldn't move, he'd do it for her.