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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
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