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(no subject) [Apr. 22nd, 2004|12:29 pm]
orgy_n_isengard

nodawnformen
[mood |accomplishedaccomplished]

***Well..I feel creative, horny, and very very bored...so I will pick up the torch again*** XD

>>Liara was not aware that she swayed slightly as she listened to him- she did not even understand him, he was speaking to her in a strange tongue- but she was certainly aware of the effect. And then,he became silent, and reached for her over-cloak, slipping it off her shoulders with a single graceful movement... <<



The young girl allowed him to do this, aware that the price for a lack of submission might well be her life; and besides, what was this she was feeling,herself? The strangest ache of...something...but what,exactly, she did not know. She had never been touched before, not like this; a few stolen kisses once, in a hay-loft with a Rohan lad, but even then, she had become very frightened, and the episode had certainly ended early. She was normally quite shy, and while she felt all the normal developing desires in her body and mind, there was always a fear: she had heard her friends speaking of such things, giggling and squealing, silly young things they were, but her friends, nevertheless,and she put some faith into what they told her. Her best friend, HAD already passed the "point of no return" with her young stud, and she grimly informed all her friends how much it had hurt...

And so in a mixture of great, dawning fear and realization of where this was heading, Liara closed her eyes, as Saruman slowly trailed a wizardly clawed finger across her throat and then down, down...her own heartbeat was thundering now, and she could feel the pulse hammering in her neck where his fingers caressed her; with great deftness he slipped his fingers inside her garment, and his hand found her
( untouched! )breast. She caught her breath sharply, begining to lose herself in what he was doing. Slowly, like some great bird of prey descending on its quarry, he leaned down towards her, and unnaturally hot lips found the side of her neck, kissing, then biting, first gently, and then more painfully; without even realizing she was doing it,Liara reached up and clutched her arms around him,digging her nails into his strong shoulders. His hand was still on her breasts, first one and then the other, and his other hand held the dangerous Staff, bracing her with it.

Liara looked around her momentarily, and saw that they were in a vast, dark room; in the far side there was a large, shrouded bed of some sort. There was a pervading scent of some sort of herb, perhaps what the halflings called pipeweed. Saruman pressed her tighter to him with the Staff, and began to edge her towards the bed on the other side of the room.He was breathing very heavily now, with heated and building excitement, and Liara was feeling it as well. She knew the stories about him, and understood things could get very bad for her at any moment.


OK-- CONTINUE??
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(no subject) [Apr. 15th, 2004|06:38 pm]
orgy_n_isengard

nodawnformen
[mood |hornyhorny]

>>"Now." Saruman removed his hand and placed it under her chin, forcing her to look into his eyes. She was clearly uncomfortable, which seemed to amuse him a bit. "Put your hot water down. I have a task for you."<<


The frightened girl did as she was told, and with shaking hands set the water down beside her. What was he going to do to her? she wondered,feeling increasingly ill; she had heard horror stories of what went on here at Isengard, the monsters they were breeding,and the dungeons below.After the Uruk Hai had invaded her village, and slaughtered many of her own people, she had come to regard these reports as likely true.

The young girl,whose name was Liara,looked up at the face of the mighty wizard; never had she been so intimidated,even when the Uruks had attacked,for there had been a sort of numbness come over her, as she prepared to be killed by them. The expected murder did not happen, however, and the Uruks took all the young women and girls with them,slung over their horses like saddle bags.

Saruman regarded Liara with a strange, detached interest,not even certain himself why he had bothered to corner her like this. The rest of the women and girls had been sent down to the pits, to "participate" in the Uruk Hai breeding program.He thought on this a moment,and felt that ache begin again,as he contemplated the violent sexual activity that went on between the Orcs,Uruks, and their hapless female captives, Elves and humans alike.

Liara was looking at him wonderingly,and held her breath in terror; Saruman finally snapped out of his deep daydream and spoke again: " Do you know where your comrades are, at this moment?" She did not, and shook her head slowly; "They are under the sweating,filthy bodies of my Uruk Hai and Orcs, creating a New Race for Middle Earth!" Saruman told her coldly,savoring the look on her face as she began to absorb the information.Oh, my, but he was enjoying this! The ache had begun life as a gentle desire, and had now become a full-fledged throbbing. Rapidly losing the desire to bandy conversation with the girl,he ordered her to follow him up the winding stairs, and ask no more.

Liara did as she was told, and with weak legs climbed the ancient staircase behind him. She looked at him in front of her, as he effortlessly ascended the steps. She felt a sort of terrified awe of him, and there was something else,what was it? She could not place it,the sensation, but she dimly recalled seeing two horses coupling in the field..and the feeling of excitement that came with the sight.This was very similar, except with the horses, there had been no accompanying fear as there was now.

They reached the top of the staircase after what seemed like an eternity; Liara,who was just on the brink of seventeen,felt as if she had been swallowed in some sort of fog,with the mysterious excitement enshrouding her in its strange power.Saruman turned to her again,and now he spoke in a very different voice,and it seemed to be musical and yet was rich with strength and authority. Liara was not aware that she swayed slightly as she listened to him- she did not even understand him, he was speaking to her in a strange tongue- but she was certainly aware of the effect. And then,he became silent, and reached for her over-cloak, slipping it off her shoulders with a single graceful movement...



TO BE CONT....!!
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HAHAHAHI OMG LOL! [Apr. 16th, 2004|12:48 am]
orgy_n_isengard

morima
LMAO!!! OK! i'll give it a go!

but i just have to say that sorry, i can't write smut at all.
it's not that i don't know how. idno. it's issues.
but i gladly write the other part, and leave the smut over to the next happy writer!

hm ok. so we have a horny wizard and a servant girl alone, i assume, in a tower. *_* here we go.

"He felt an unfamiliar stirring, almost a shadow of a sensation, and suddenly turned back towards the lower levels; he had the strangest inclination, the most mysterious desire: there was an increasing ache coming over him, and the need to find the servant girl was becoming very powerful now.

But, to his surprise, she wasn't there. As a matter of fact, Saruman didn't even know where she had been told to stay in the first place, because he left those matters to other servants, and only took action when he encountered servants he didn't like. That happened rather often. This time, however, he was more inclined towards telling off someone other than the girl herself. He needed to find her.

He went back up in the tower, nearing his own chambers as he ascended the stairs of the tower -- when, all of a sudden, the girl emerged from a side-door in the winding staircase. She was on her way down with a wooden bucket of hot water in her arms and a frightened look on her face, but when she became aware of the White Wizard she froze and lost grip on the bucket, staring frightened at the tall man.

She regained control over the bucket while Saruman eyed her sternly. But his face changed, making him rather expressionless.

"Whoever allowed you to enter the higher levels of Orthanc, may I ask?" he said, his voice smooth. It was apparent that he was playing up to her, but that might not be as apparent to her. She didn't look older than seventeen, tops, -- maybe because of her frightened expression.

"N-n-nobody, uh, nobody told me anything, Lord," she stammered, "they tell me where to go when they see me." Obviously eager to get away, she edged herself a few steps down while she said: "But now as I know that I'm not allowed to go here, Lord, I will ...--"

"You will go when I tell you to go." said Saruman calmly and put one long hand to the stone wall in front of her. The girl stared startled at his face -- but she couldn't endure his gaze at all and turned to look at the floor instead.

"Now." Saruman removed his hand and placed it under her chin, forcing her to look into his eyes. She was clearly incomfortable, which seemed to amuse him a bit. "Put your hot water down. I have a task for you."


:O OMG I WRITE SO BAD IT'S BECOS I'M NORWEGIAN. SORREH!
( i also write in a retarded way at times, please ignore it. i have reasons ;] )
so yeah. sorry but i'm too damn tired now, i have school tomorrow morning. NYAH!
anyone, please continue and make it interesting!!

PS.
if you happen to pop in from a fic-flaming community.
don't even bother to amuse yourselves over this.
cos i don't give a fuck. a fact which, undoubtedly,
would make the flaming a lot less fun.
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The Beginning... [Apr. 15th, 2004|09:03 am]
orgy_n_isengard

nodawnformen
[mood |excitedexcited]

THIS WILL BE A "and then what happened.." JOURNAL:

one person writes a part of a storyline, then the next one take it from there,and so on

...so I will go first:

Isengard looked positively radiant in the vivid scarlet sunset,its obsidian walls gleaming with an unearthly hue; the Uruk-Hai still toiled busily in the slave-yards, in the never-ending sweat and mire of Saruman's seething pit-factories. There was much work to be done, so much...and it was wild work, the kind that tapped your very sanity itself. Murder and bloodshed could be assimilated into your psyche more easily than endless days of filthy, back-breaking labor, with no seeming respite in sight.

Out of nowhere,like a ghost in flame, Saruman the White stepped out of his dark Tower and walked down to the sweat-pits;his care-worn but strangely handsome face was lined with a certain mixture of repressed anger and frustration: things were not progressing as quickly as he needed them to, even with all the "gentle" encouragement he was constantly giving the Orcs and Uruk-Hai. The Dark Lord was forever pressuring, forever pressing him,like some malignant beast driving its nails into his back. Always, the pressure!

Saruman sighed deeply, and approached the lead Orc, who regarded him with great reverance: "My lord! What brings you to the foul pit this day?"' " I have to tell you that we are, as usual, behind in this work. Sauron is not pleased, and neither am I!" Saruman paused a moment, hoping his stern words would perhaps penetrate the thick orc-intellect.The Orc merely gazed up at the tall wizard with a look of love and awe-struck devotion, but very little real understanding. Saruman furrowed his great ancient brows, and continued:
"I am failing to get through to you; if there is not greater progress,and very soon, there will be deaths to account for it!" Without waiting for a reply, he turned and walked away from them swiftly,listening with his keen perception for any sounds of dissent behind him. There were none.

Saruman slowly and wearily climbed the long stair to the top of Orthanc Tower; ah, how his back ached these days! After hundreds and hundreds of years, he was suddenly feeling something of his great age. His mind turned to the young servant girl the Uruks had recently dragged off from the human village; he thought about this for a moment, pondering an idea that fatigue was attempting to destroy.She had been young, he knew that, he had seen her briefly before ordering her to assist in the lower rooms. He felt an unfamiliar stirring,almost a shadow of a sensation, and suddenly turned back towards the lower levels; he had the strangest inclination,the most mysterious desire: there was an increasing ache coming over him,and the need to find the servant girl was becoming very powerful now.


TO BE CONT...!!!
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Let's Begin, he said... [Apr. 15th, 2004|08:52 am]
orgy_n_isengard

nodawnformen
[mood |creativecreative]

POST ANYTHING you like to continue this story above...

but it DOES have to be dirty or twisted, and be about SOMEONE in Isengard!!

You can of course post comments on the storyline

- but PLEASE post continuations to the story as "entries"

I will be making this "FRIENDS ONLY" as it goes along-

so nobody can whine about the dirty content being available to kids ( yeah- like they can't get XXX porno anytime online!! )-
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