Sauron's Empire

I don't own anything, making no profit, yada, yada

A/N I know its been a while....and for anyone that is willing to read this story again....here you go.




Sauron left Legolas in a helpless state. The elf couldn’t count the number of times he found release, and how it splattered all over his face. Legolas was glad that no one in the room was there to witness him in this state. His face was sticky and could feel his seed dry and cake up.


It felt like years, it felt like Sauron purposely did this to rid Legolas of all his seed. The elf was exhausted. Never had he felt such exhaustion, never.


Then all of a sudden the pleasure he was feeling was quickly replaced with a burning sensation, an itching burning sensation. The elf whined in discomfort and remembered what the Dark Lord said before he left him alone.


“Beg, beg for me to come, beg for my penis to be embedded deep inside of you. Scream my name.”


The elf didn’t want to call on the dark one, but then again, he truly belonged to him now, didn’t he? He just wanted to end this suffering, what did it matter?


“My lord Sauron, my lord Sauron,” Legolas said above a whisper, “I need your essence inside of me, I need you to fill me.”


The door slowly opened.


“You called my pet?”


“Fill me,” Legolas moaned, “Please.”


“Oh my pet, see how you crave me,” Sauron said while removing his clothing.


Sauron slowly removed the beads and chains holding his elf’s penis upright. He quickly replaced them with his penis. After thrusting into the elf’s body for quite sometime, Sauron spilled his seed deep inside of his elf.


Then the Dark Lord was gone.


And the elf was finally able to sleep.


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The elf’s servants entered the room and prepared a bath for Legolas. The tall lanky woman gently roused the elf once the bath was prepared, while the other two women placed his breakfast on a nearby table.


“Lord Sauron wants you ready for your lessons with Ursula,” The tall lanky woman said in a soft voice.


The elf truly wished not to awaken; yet he already knew the consequences for not obeying orders, direct or indirect. So he rose, a bit groggily and complied with the servant’s requests.


After bathing, the elf sat at the table where the food was eating rather slowly as the servants worked to make his hair perfect. Two of them were preparing Legolas while the other lanky woman fetched the clothing that the Dark Lord wanted his elf to wear.


The elf turned and saw that the woman was holding a dress in her hands. It was simple compared to the robe he was forced to wear at that dinner banquet. Nonetheless, it was still a dress.

“I will not wear a dress,” Legolas said aloud.

“It was what Sauron instructed, but I’m sure Ursula will promptly change you once she begins her lessons. It is why it’s so simple.”


This dress fit more loosely upon the frame of the elf, which he was grateful for. Then his slippers were placed.


“All done, now Lord Sauron asked for us to escort you to Ursula. Shall we go?”


The elf sighed and nodded his head.


Ursula wasn’t a pleasant looking woman, the elf admitted. She was short, rather plump, with black hair, slightly covered in grays. Her make-up was outrageous, her skin was too pale, her eye shadow too bright, her eyebrows were painted black and her lips were painted too red. She had a big mole on just a little above the lip, and little tiny hairs grew out of it. Her dress was rather pompous, it was colored in dark shades of purple, with ivory lining. The sleeves were long and the cuffs were frilly. Her dress had a low cut that revealed her rather pale breasts, and it showed every lump on her body. Her dress did not fully hit the floor, it revealed her black pointy shoes. In her hand she carried a closed fan, slowly tapping it against the other.


She shook her head when Legolas approached her.


“Go on, off with you,” she said as she shooed away the women and closed the door behind them.


Ursula turned around and smiled, which revealed her stained teeth.


“Everything, take everything off,” Ursula commanded.


“Excuse me,” the elf questioned.


Ursula walked up to the elf and swatted her fan across the elf’s arm, “I will not repeat myself. You will listen, and you will obey. I believe Lord Sauron spoke to you about this?”


The elf nodded his head, “Yes, yes he did.”


Ursula smiled, “Good, now obey.”


Legolas did as he was told and removed every piece of clothing, including his slippers.

Ursula then took the elf by the arm and led him into another part of the room where Ursula stored her clothes specifically made for her clients. She handed a pair of frilly undergarments to the elf.

“A proper woman wears these outside of her room,” she said calmly.

Legolas eyed the piece with a raised eyebrow, but complied to put it on nonetheless. Did she not see that he was not a proper woman?


Next Ursula revealed a corset that the elf would wear. She helped him put it on, and pulled the strings to tighten it. Legolas gasped and started to panic. He couldn’t breathe.


“Easy, easy, just take short breaths, you are breathing too deeply,” Ursula said in a stern voice.


Legolas turned and looked harshly at Ursula, he could not breathe!


“Do as I say! Short breaths. Women do not need to breathe in deeply!”


Legolas slowly complied as he adjusted his breaths to take shorter ones.

“Excellent,” Ursula commented as she turned the elf around, “stand up straight,” she scolded.

Once again Legolas did as he was told.

“Something is missing,” she said as she placed a chubby finger to her lips, “ah yes!”


The elf saw in her hands, two round globes, which jiggled when she made any slight movement. Legolas furrowed his brows together, and gasped at the coldness of Ursula’s hands as she placed the awkward items in the elf’s corset. When Legolas looked down, he saw two full round breasts. The elf blushed.


“I always keep these around with me,” she said as she adjusted them to make them look perfect, “ a woman needs to fill her dress.”


Once Ursula had the breasts adjusted perfectly, she went in search for a gown. It was a pale pink color, with off white trimmings, there was a very low cut on the front as well.


“Put this on,” Ursula commanded.


Once the elf put on the gown, Ursula was immediately at his side adjusting things and putting things in their proper place.


Next, Ursula revealed a pair of shoes with high heels, they were off white, to match the trimmings of the dress.


“I can’t walk in those,” the elf commented.


“You will learn to walk in them,” Ursula snapped back.


The elf plopped down on a nearby chair and let Ursula placed the shoes on his feet.


“Good, now that you are properly dressed I want you to exit this room and reenter, so that we can have a proper introduction.”


The elf got up and slowly walked towards the door he came through. On his way to the door he glanced at a mirror to the side.


He was no longer Legolas, but an elf maiden with supple breasts and dull eyes.


Legolas reenter the room with a bow and introduced himself.


“I am Legolas of Mirkwood,” Legolas said automatically.


Ursula huffed and slapped the elf with her fan on his hand.


“Wrong! Now watch me.”


“I am Legolas, wife of Lord Sauron, pleased to have met your acquaintance sir.” Ursula said while curtseying, never making eye contact.


“I am Legolas…wife of…Lord Sauron, please to have met your acquaintance sir,” the elf repeated.


Ursula slapped Legolas with her fan, “Not good enough, again!”


The two spent hours on perfecting the elf’s greeting and introduction. Legolas’ hand was bruised from all the slapping he received from Ursula. Nonetheless, he perfected his introduction.


“Good! Good! But we are not done Legolas, now we have to perfect your posture, it is all wrong, and your stance is off too. We will work till dinner is called, then I shall show you how a proper woman eats her dinner.”


Ursula made Legolas walk in those heels till his were numb from the pain of trotting in those heels. His hand was severely discolored. Ursula had no problem corrected the elf in every little mistake. He really just wanted to walk out of the room, he hated her presence, yet he had to stay, Sauron threatened his people.

There was a knock at the door.


“Who is it,” Ursula cried out in a disturbed tone.


“Your meals milady.”


“Oh do come in.”


Two servant girls came into the room and placed dinner on a table Ursula had set up. Once the servant girls were gone, she began her lessons once again with the elf.

“First thing is first, when you sit, you do not simply plop down on your seat. Remember you are a delicate flower, you sit like this,” Ursula said as she sat down in the chair.

Legolas repeated what he saw.

“Now, when you eat, you take small bites, when you drink you don’t slurp, you sip, and you are doing this all while sitting straight, chest upwards.”

Legolas tried repeating what he saw, but when he tried picking up food with his fork, it fell on his dress.

Ursula pounded her fist on the table, “No! Wrong! You’ve just made a fool of yourself, now try again, we are not leaving this table till you perfected this! And do not forget to wipe your mouth after every bite like so,” Ursula gently brought the napkin to her face and tapped it gently upon her lips.

TBC