Shameless

SHAMELESS


By Black Traitor Of Isengard
NC-17 for graphic sex / violence / bondage
Saruman / Orcs / and Natasha Ravenclaw…who longs to be Mistress of Orthanc

Somewhere in the darkness, a night hawk screamed, and the world was painted
with an eerie glow of reddish haze; this night, and every night from now on,
things would never be the same, and Natasha, the woman in the black and
tattered robe knew it. How had it all happened, how had things come to this
pass? She thought back to the evening before, before her whole world had
turned to dust and shadow...

She had sought him out, but had a dark foreboding, and yet proceeded on
nevertheless. After all, was he not the One they all feared, soon to be the Master
of the World, perhaps even surpassing Sauron himself! Saruman the White was
the one to seek after, of that she had no doubt. Natasha had watched him in
secret for a long time, wondering if he was at all aware of her presence. In
stealth and caution, she spent long hours outside Orthanc,watching the tall black
tower for signs of the White Wizard. And sometimes, her patience would be
rewarded, and he would descend the long steps and walk out into the gardens...

She would watch him with a great terror in her heart, and yet a deep desire as
well; she knew he was considered to be dangerous, and she wondered what he
would do if he caught her here,alone, and uninvited. As her thoughts raced with
such fearful contemplations, she felt the dread give way to breathless
excitement. And so she had continued to come to Isengard, ever more aware
that he was perceiving her presence, as each day went by.

But this day had been different, oh yes, so different! For the time had come that
she was found out, and the secret was done. How had it happened? She tried to
recall clearly. Her mind was now a blur of confused blackness, a bottomless well
of cold fire and frozen waters...she had been gazing at him from behind some
strange apparatus in the great garden, lost in the sight of him, and then
suddenly, as if the world itself had spun out of control, a hand gripped her
shoulder with deadly malice; she had gasped in utter shock and fear, and found
herself looking into the eyes of a large and amused looking Uruk Hai.

He smiled a ghoulish friendly orcish smile, far too toothy to be a true smile, more
of a grimace; "Master requests the pleasure of your company, my fine lady!" he
snarled-spoke, and his hand tightened on her shoulder. She tried to make a
sound, but found her voice no longer worked. The Uruk pulled on her , urging
her to walk forward, and so she did; after all, wasn't this what she wanted? But
will I leave this place alive...she thought to herself, as if in a dream.
Where had Saruman gone? She no longer saw him anywhere, and then looked up
at the top of the Tower. He was there! Impossible, there was no way he could
have gone up there so quickly! But of course, he could, and had indeed,
ascended the height in a lightning's flash of time.

The journey up the stairs was not nearly so effortless for her, and she found
herself utterly exhausted very quickly. To his credit, the Uruk had not dragged
her any faster than she could easily walk, and even gave her time to catch her
breath on the endless stairs. Natasha was terrified of the heights, and at several
points felt severe dizziness. The Uruk seemed to realize this, and finally simply
swept her up in his arms and put her over his back for the remainder of the long
trip upwards.

At length, she was deposited in the top room of Orthanc, and she looked around
fearfully, her heart racing far too fast; Saruman stood in front of her, and she
slowly looked up to his impassive face, regarding her with an unreadable
expression. "My "My lord," she whispered softly, " My Lord Saruman" She said it
instinctively, without thinking. She bowed low before him, in genuine adoration.
He seemed to smile slightly, and there was a faint look of interest in his dark
eyes.

"Arise, child," he said to her in his soft magical voice; he reached down to
her and took her hand, and she rose to her feet , legs trembling." Why have you
come here, and what do you seek?" he asked her, in a tone that betrayed no evil
thoughts. She did not stop to think but answered immediately : " To serve my
Lord Saruman, if he will have me." He frowned thoughtfully at that, and then told
her, " I am honored, if that is the case. But you must realize it will not be done
without proving your loyalty to me?"

Natasha looked up at him, so tall he was, like the mighty trees of the surrounding
forest! She tried to think what the best reply would be, and was about to speak
again when he advanced on her, swiftly ( she did not even perceive his
movement ), and enveloped her in his radiant white embrace; his strong hands
grasped her tightly, and slowly slid down her back, seeking, searching. She was,
she realized feverishly, backed against the cold stone wall, and he pressed
against her, pressing her painfully into the wall; she submitted to him in totality,
with legs on either side of him, unresisting. She felt the frighteningly large
pressure pressing into her, and then, as soon as it had begun, the embrace was
ended, and he was standing on the other side of the room, veiled in darkness.

"No, you are not ready yet. But very nearly so." he said in that same soft,
emotionless voice; "I must have absolute loyalty, if you would truly serve me.
Your body is already mine, as I can see. There is time enough for that. But your
mind...I must have your mind as well. You must love me well enough to betray
your very Creator, for my sake!" He motioned to the Uruk-Hai, and wordlessly
gave directions to him. The huge creature nodded obediantly,and approached
her, motioning her to follow him; she did so, looking back at Saruman with a
mixture of dismay and confusion. He said nothing, and then she heard his voice
in her mind, "Do not be troubled, you will have what you seek before the dawn!".

Alone and frightened, Natasha came back to herself out of the mist of
remembering; she was in a cold and lonely room, locked in from the outside.
Saruman had ordered her locked up, adding sternly that if she valued her life at
all, she would not attempt to escape. That was really a moot point, she thought,
there was no escape from here, save one, out the window, and down the
hundreds of feet to the ground! She sighed, and got up from the strangely lavish
bed; she noticed, for the first time, that the bed itself was draped very warmly
with heavy furs and covers. She also realized she was wearing a soft silk like
gown, whereas before she had been in her red robe ( all to seduce the
wizard! she thought, and giggled, despite her grave situation )...

Lost as if in a nightmare, she tried to think if this was the all the same night, or
had she slept for an entire day, and this was the following evening? The sense of
time was completely distorted. She walked over to the large window, opening up
to the balcony, and looked out; there was truly no way out, and she doubted if she
would have taken one anyway, if it had been offered to her. She was suddenly
disturbed from her disjointed thoughts by a hammering on the door, some
muffled cursing in a dark language, and then the loud clack of the lock being
opened. In a wink of an eye, orcs- not the larger, much more intelligent Uruk-Hai-
but coarse and low-bred orcs, filled the room.

There were actually only a few, but their stench and bearing was so
overwhelming, it gave the illusion that a few were many. "Come, missy!" one of
the uglier orcs sneered at her, and grabbed her roughly by one arm; she shrank
back, but was pulled out of the room. "Easy,easy! remember what the master
said, he wanted her unharmed, idiots!" the smallest orc was apparently the one in
charge; en masse, they all ascended steps yet again, the endless steps!

She was roughly shoved into another room at the top of the stairs, which smelled
of...could it be? It was! Pipeweed! She saw immediately that Saruman was there,
sitting in a large high backed chair, that had very ornate designs. He was puffing
on a very long pipe, with gray smoke billowing from it. He took two more deep
lungf and and then slowly exhaled. He looked somewhat like a drugged cobra:
pacified with narcotic tranquility, yet remaining as deadly as ever in reality. He
regarded her with the same impassive look he had favored her with earlier, and if
he had any emotions, he was a master of concealing them.

Natasha was escorted by an exceptionally foul smelling orc to the other side of
the large room, and she found herself being chained to some type of - what? -
machine, perhaps. She was developing a very strange sense of deep fear, and
her nerves had turned to clay at this point; "You gonna give it to her, my lord?
You gonna make her scream bloody red murder??" the small orc was asking
Saruman, who merely looked amused by the line of questioning. Natasha
suddenly lost all remaining nerve, and struggled frantically against the merciless
chains; she looked at Saruman with helpless terror, and he returned her gaze
with the coldest and most pitiless look she had ever seen.

She was now, acutely, awareher her situation, and the fear stood out in her mind
like a great emotional cyclone; Saruman approached her with a casual calmness,
and with that lightning-like speed suddenly shoved her against the wall. The wall!
Again! Natasha thought hazily that Saruman truly enjoyed forcing her to submit,
and wondered what was to come next. The chains bit into her wrists painfully as
he pushed against the stone wall, and his hand came up, then swiftly down
across her mouth, with un-needed brutality. "Foolish bitch! " he snarled at her,
and struck her again, harder. She looked at him in astonishment more than pain,
and again the cruel hand fell on her face.

"Again I ask you, why did you come here?" he hissed at her in a very deadly
voice; " Spy! You will never leave here alive, but when they receive back what is
left of you, there will be none to dare to invade my Keep! " She swallowed hard,
and forced herself to find her voice: " It's not true, I am no spy! " He merely
slapped her in response, and motioned to the grinning orcs to hoist her up
higher; she was now face to face with him; as he was much taller than she, it
required her being lifted up by a good foot and a half. It was quite uncomfortable,
and she could feel blood running her her lips, where his unkind hand had found
its mark so many times.

"Please..." she tried, but he was not listening, and his hand reached out and he
grasped her breast with an alarming roughness; she bit her lip to not anger him
further, and bore it with silence. Indeed, if he was not being so fierce, she would
have greatly enjoyed it. With the other hhe rhe raised that immeasurable
dangerous staff, and she flinched in terror; but instead of dealing her some
horrific injury with it, he instead used it to pull open her robe. The orb of the
Staff was glowing very brightly, and humming softly; Saruman's other hand left
her breast and now moved to her waist; he pulled her very roughly to him,
pressing into her savagely. All the while, the Staff was being moved up and down
the front of her body, with that brilliant glow. " Leave us alone!" he suddenly
shouted to the Orcs, and in startled haste they scrambled out of the room and
pulled the heavy door shut behind them.

" Now...now what is a fitting fate for my young spy..?" He was now speaking in the
Magick Voice, and Natasha felt herself drift under its powerful influence.
"Enough delay!" he said to her sternly, " Give yourself to me, immediately, or you
shall die as if in a nightmare! " He made a movement of his hand upon her
chains, and they dropped to the floor. Without speaking again, but still staring
into her eyes, and holding her mesmerized as if by a serpent, he made a graceful
movement and the glimmering White robe opened ever so slightly; he came up
upon her again, and as if in a trance, she was dimly aware of something so huge,
so terribly huge!, being pushed against her damp thighs. She had not realized
how excited she was, in a strange mixture of terror and unspeakable lust, but
now she felt as if she held the River Isen itself between her legs, and the Great
Serpent was about to breach the hold.

She made no audible sound, but simply wrapped weak, trembling legs around
him, and oh!... this magnificent White Wizard, he of the gigantic
Dragon's cock and wicked clawed hands gripping her hips, it was beyond
description, really, and he shoved himself between her aching loins, with
fearsome lust and strength. He's going to kill me this way! she thought wildly, not
caring if he did, utterly helpless in his implacable grasp. Her whole body ached
for him, and yet she was mired in black terror as well, as he drove into her again
and again, one hand now gripping her hair and with the other hand holding the
Staff on her, its orb now fairly radiant with pulsing white light. He was far too
large for her, she knew, and she could feel him inside her, stretching her insides
to the very limits.

Then, as if about to cease entirely, he pulled slowly out of her, nearly all the way,
and then rammed himself back into her, with surprising speed. She gasped, and
felt is she were going to faint; the pleasure of him was beyond belief, and yet so
was his fury and menace. She felt him lift her up, up slowly, with magick...now he
was holding her up purely by the magick of the Staff, which by now had turned a
very fiery shade of bright red. It thrummed loudly, and Saruman sighed deeply,
and seemed to fade into shadow for a moment; at the same time, Natasha felt an
immense tide inside of her, too warm, too much, but the effect of his seed
entering her, like the bursting of some great dam, caused a powerful climax of
her own sensations, and she rocked against him, clutching him in a desperate
passion. She very nearly did faint, but clung to consciousness with a supreme
effort.

Saruman looked down at her, and she realized she was now lying in a meadow,
somewhere, under an enormous moon; outside of Orthanc, it must be, she had
blacked out after all, it seemed. The White Wizard's robes gleamed with some
unearthly rainbow hue, and he spoke to her softly "Your lust has saved your life,
this night... but I have no need of your service after this. But I tell
you, that when my hand is the one upon the Kingdom of Middle Earth, I will not
forget...that you are different. Quite different!" He turned to go, to leave her lying
under the starry sky, and then added "If you were to stay here, and things
perhaps did not go as it is planned, it would be very dangerous for you. I cannot
allow that. "

And then he was gone, as if he had never stood there at all. Natasha
Ravenclaw, she who would not take no for an answer, sighed sadly, and lay back
on the cool damp grass, feeling the warmth of the Great Wizard of Isengard
flowing within her...and slept, and dreamed ever stranger dreams...

FIN... for now