Galadriel was not done. Not only did she greatly desire to humble and break him, but through her efforts she was learning of the ring and what it could do. She would need this knowledge when she confronted the Dark Lord. A new thought entered her mind.
I must first humble him fully. Degradation and humiliation I must use. Once he feels himself not worthy of his lineage then will his armor be pierced and I will have conquered him fully.
Alone with Aragorn she tested the ring. Her form and figure were fair indeed but she made subtle changes to herself. The rear of her bottom instead of smelling of sweet lavender and wild flower she made it smell of rot and dung. This would only effect those within inches of her fair bottom but that and more is where Aragorn would be. Taking a cloth while Aragorn slept she stuffed it deep into Aragorn’s mouth and tied it firmly. Now he could only sustain himself through his nose. She then stripped him bear and disrobed herself as well.
When Aragorn awoke he was surprised to find himself alive. Still bound he found himself ashamed at his nakedness. Also caught off guard he nearly fell under Galadriel’s spell again by the exquisite beauty of her nude form. She was slender and slim, but her breasts still held a great ripeness too them that stiffened his man hood. Controlling his thoughts he glanced away. “Stubborn man, I will tame you yet. Your arrogant rebellion from my just rule will cost you dearly. Look upon me and despair, you could have worshipped me but instead I will torment you!” And Aragorn could not help himself but to look upon her for she was fair indeed and the ring made her more so!
Galadriel kicked him lightly with her foot and told him. “I would have given you mercy and the throne of Gondor, but you refused, now you will be humbled, you will breath in the repugnant air from my behind.” Aragorn’s eyes widened, such a cruel and degrading thing he had never heard of in all the annals of history. Galadriel smirked at his horror and brought herself down onto Aragorn’s face. His nose was caught and pushed deep into her posterior. She had turned her fairness into malice and Aragorn instantly tried to wretch up the meal he had eaten before. Mastering himself he held the contents of his belly in check as there was no where for them to go with him gagged.
Galadriel raised herself slightly and blew a mighty blast from her rear that staggered Aragorn. The stench was of death itself, he writhed in his bonds seeking freedom from the tormenting smell. But Galadriel merely lowered herself fully on Aragorn’s face and marveled at the pleasure she received from this act. Not only was she debasing him, but she felt a stirring in her loins from his face pressing up into her. With a gasp of delight she touched herself and knew this was something she would do often.
Galadriel expertly sat on his face. Rising only when Aragorn desperately needed air, and when he did a mighty passing of wind befouled the air from her bottom. Aragorn’s eyes stung and watered from the stench. His pride was greatly diminished, who would serve a king that had been sat on? Galadriel could sense the weakening and this made the stirring in her loins all the greater. She turned around upon his face and thrust her woman hood onto Aragorn’s face. Grasping his hair she thrust hard against the contours of his face. She felt bliss more pleasurable then any coupling she had experienced with Celeborn.
Strider was beneath her and marveled at the Goddess of Beauty before him. Fully seeing her fair hair and proud breasts he felt a stirring in his loins again. The stench from her posterior was far enough away and her natural earthy smell from her woman hood was not ill at all. Humility crept forward in his thoughts. He had been used as a mere object for her pleasure. He who would have been King! If anyone knew what happened they would never respect him again.
As Galadriel enjoyed the afterglow, she took hold of the thoughts of Aragorn and smiled. Sending summons to her elfish attendants 10 elfish maids approached. Galadriel rose from her perch that was Aragorn’s face and faced the approaching women. Clothed in nothing but moonlight they were shocked to see her, but her command and presence had increased so much they thought that if the Queen wishes to disrobe so shall we! The stripped off their dresses, though none approached the fairness and grace of their Queen.
With a silvery voice that could be felt deep into their bones Galadriel spoke, “Come pay homage to your queen and watch what Aragorn has been reduced to.” One by one they knelt before Galadriel and planted a kiss on each of her feet. Aragorn trembled in terror of Galadriel. He was going to face the stench and that made him quail. Never before had he felt himself so unmanned. He struggled to try to speak to say he would relent just do not let this fate befall him again!
Galadriel sensed her victory. Lying naked, already objectified, and now in the presence of other elf women he was ripe for the plucking.
But why rush things? Let him suffer under me again.
She drew herself dawn and straddled Aragorn’s chest. Looking down at him with steely blue eyes his own eyes begged for pity. “I told you that you were a fool, do you regret now defying me?” Aragorn nodded his head. “You are not worthy to be king are you.” She used the power of the ring to force that thought to stay in his head forever. Tears welled in Aragorn’s eyes again and he nodded. “Worthless worm of a man, you will honor me above all things and do my will forever!” Again Aragorn could only nod, he was too weak to resist and always Galadriel’s constant beguiling beauty worked its magic on him. He felt that this is where he was suppose to be what he was meant to do. Service this Goddess and be thankful for it!
She turned around and forced her butt into his face again. “Yes Aragorn you are suppose to do this. But No! I will not let you be thankful for it. I have control of your mind now and your resistance offended me greatly. You have no chance of disobedience now, but you will never be glad of your duty to me. You will always remember that you are serving what you fought against all of these years. You will always remember that you have betrayed your love Arwen, you will always despair but still you will always obey.”
A slight lift and a blast of stench was not the worst of what Aragorn experienced in that moment. All hope was lost. He knew he had failed the fellowship and all of Middle Earth. That sing of failure would never leave but at the same time he could not disobey Galadriel. He was the Mistress of him now. She ruled everything and he despised her and would not even be allowed to love her. Galadriel removed the gag from around Aragorn’s face and said, “Seal your defeat by pleasuring me with thy tongue.” He thrust his tongue inside her woman hood. Galadriel’s loins responded with eagerness and she grew very damp and rode his face with great pleasure. Strange it was to the elf maidens about her but whatever her Queen… no Goddess desired it would be good.
One of the elf maidens had a thought come into her mind. What her queen could do to a King… maybe she could do to a hobbit.
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