Retribution [LoTR] [FxFxF, OrcxElf, Noncon]✔

Chapter 6

Bolg bit back a pained cry of pain, the source of that pain? Well that was from the gashing hole left in his shoulder after ripping out the arrow that had recently pierced it, black blood gushing from the now open wound. This made the Urak-hai furious with rage, a rage that was fueled by pain, but also by the humiliation of having his gang so easily scattered by one lowly stinkin' little elf bitch. A bitch indeed, there was no doubt about it, as the hooded figure moved closer he could clearly pick up the stench of elf pussy. Even though the situation was not looking good for him as she drew closer, most likely to put an arrow right through his skull he still imagined for a moment all the ways that he would rip this little girl into sheds for this personal attack against his pride.

Her next move wasn't one that he expected though, his thoughts turned to confusing as she took out a rope instead of an arrow and processed to twist him up like some sort of wild beast to be roasted on the camp fire. Bolg tried to struggle his way out of the restraints, but the elf moved much quicker than he possibly could... If only he could get an opening... just the slightest bit of leeway...

And like an answer to his prayers from the dark lord himself Bolg got his opening as one of his orcs used his last action on this earth to trip the elf girl up. Bolg moved quick as to not waste this beautiful second chance, jerking himself free from the rope that was loosened as the bitch lost her grip. Bolg laughed, an ugly snarl that showed all of his pointed yellow teeth spreed across his face as he snatched her up like a little rabbit to be slaughtered.

"Well well...not so clever now, are we, little elf bitch?" He squeezed her throat tightly and she dug her fingernails into his hands to try to loosen his grip, but the pain only seemed to make Bolg more determined to squeeze every drop of life out of her right then and there. But looking around his camp, seeing all the damage that had been done, he didn't want this to be over too quickly. No, this one needed to suffer before he ripped her limbs off and fed them to her.

He could see the fear in her eyes, she knew that she was in trouble, but it wasn't possible for her to know just how much trouble she had gotten herself into. Bolg was looking her up and down now, his eyes following the curves of her lithe elven figure. Her fear and the way she struggled and fought hopelessly against the tank in front of her made Bolg's orc blood run hot and his loins grew harder within the unwashed rough cloth of his makeshift trousers.

"Mmm, look at you now, lets see what sort of treats your hiding under that cloak, shall we?" Bolg grinned evilly, using his injured arm to rip and yank off her outer layer of clothing and the light armor that wouldn't be protecting her anymore. She kicked out and lashed against the Urak-hai, but in an up close struggle like this one she was no match against the much larger monster in front of her and Bolg wasn't about to give her any chance to get the upper hand again.

Bolg remembered the rope that she'd tried to tie him up with and decided to use her own tools against her. He pushed the elf girl down to the ground and sat on top of her, using his weight to keep her from kicking him anymore as he tied her wrists together so tightly it seemed like her hands might pop off from the pressure.

"Get off of me you fowl beast!" Lorelei screamed, fighting back as hard as she could as she drew back and spat in Bolg's ugly face in a last stitch effort to regain her dignity at the very least. Fighting back only fueled the Urak-hai though. Bolg wiped the spit from his cheek before striking Lorelei with that same hand, the sound echoing through the mountain pass and leaving an nasty hand print across her otherwise pale cheek.