Arwen picked glanced frantically behind her as she ran as fast as her 
tired legs could carry her. 

Gondor had fallen, all was lost as darkness overwhelmed middle earth 
and the world of men came to an abrupt end. The Orcks had overunned her 
village and she watched in horror as they raped, plundered and tortured 
the survivors. Sauron's power was spreading like a cloak of darkness 
over middle earth.

On and on she ran through the night, but it was useless. The Orcks had 
picked up her scent and were steadily gaining ground. Alone in the 
woods, her capture was inevitable. Already she heard the heavy fall of 
their footsteps in the distance and could smell their rancid rotting flesh. 
Suddenly, a net enveloped her form and brought her tumbling to the 
ground, knocking her senseless.

Sauron had given strict orders to the Orcks not to harm a hair on his 
precious prey. And the unholy lustful desires of these creatures paled 
in comparison to their primeval fear for their master.

They had obediently brought her unconscious body back to the Tower. 
There, Arwen lay shackled in chains to the walls of the unholy castle.

As consciousness took hold, Arwen opened her eyes and realised that she 
was lying in a spread-eagled position on the cold floor with her arms 
locked in chains above her head. Her legs likewise were spread apart and 
chained to the floor. Her fear swiftly returned as she realised her 
utterly helpless predicament. 

Suddenly, the silence of the night was disrupted by a distant scraping 
sound which came from the opposite wall of the dungeon. It grew louder 
and louder and she sensed something approaching. The sound stopped 
suddenly and was replaced by a repeated thumping. Soon, a small segment of 
the stone wall began to move outwards and finally fell to the floor. 

A malevolent set of eyes peered from within the darkness. She noticed 
she was not alone. Some one, or something was huddled in the shadows of 
the small hole. The thing had noticed she was now conscious and crept 
hesitantly forward to take a closer look at her. As more of its 
shrunken, deformed form emerged from the shadows, Arwen realised it was Gollum.

The creature's evil face broke into an unholy smile as it saw whom the 
captor was and the vulnerable state she was in. Eagerly it scampered 
forward to take a closer look at the lovely captive, taking in her nubile 
supple form.

Gollum; "Ahhh...Lady Arwen, pretty pretty Arwen, so pretty...." it 
chanted to itself.

Arwen pleaded: "Quickly, you have to unlock the shackles, the Orcks 
will return soon."

"No no no." Golumn shook its deformed head, "Golumn no unlock locks, 
Arwen wants yes?"

"Yes, please unlock, find the keys please." She again pleaded.

The creature appeared undecided for awhile as it retreated again into 
the shadows muttering to itself. After awhile it returned to her side.

"Golumn will help Arwen yes, but Arwen give herself" it smiled 
malevolently to her.

"What do you mean? I don’t understand?" She looked at it uncertainly.

"Golumn like Arwen" The creature chanted, "Golumn want Arwen, like 
Arwen, want Arwen."

Unsure of what it meant, and in sheer desperation, she finally said: 
"ok ok, you can have me, so please find the keys first."

A look of victory spread over its face as it said "No, Golumn take 
Arwen first, then get keys."

Arwen realised she had little choice and again conceded uncertainly. 
The creature drew closer to her face. She could feel its putrid breath 
and was repulsed by its closeness. "We begin now."

It disappeared from her view for a moment and then she felt its clammy 
fingers unfastening her dress. Her heart sank as she realised at last 
what Golumn wanted. The very thought of the act with this deformed freak 
of nature utterly disgusted her and she tried to play for time.

"No wait Golumn, get the keys first. This is too dangerous a place for 
this. Get the keys first."

The creature ignored her as it continued to unfasten the buttons of her 
dress. With a quick jerk it ripped the silk fabric open to reveal Arwen 
silky smooth stomach and bra. She flinched as its cold clammy fingers 
made contact with the warm sensitive skin on her flat stomach. 

Lovingly the creature caressed her flat stomach, savouring the feel of 
the smooth silken texture as it's wondering hands moved upwards and 
ever closer to her bra.

"Please stop, please, this is not right" she pleaded again, but it was 
deaf to her pleas.

As she felt his fingers close in on the fastenings of her bra, she 
cried out: "If you touch me further I'll scream."

That finally got its attention. The creature paused in mid-thought and 
looked at her as it contemplated her last threat. "Scream? You scream? 
No, you won't scream. Orcks will come if you scream. No, you lie, you 
wont scream." It laughed softly to itself as it resumed its unfinished 
task of unhooking her bra.

With another deft flick of its wrist it released the last hook and 
tossed the silky garment aside. Arwen could feel the cool damp air against 
her now exposed breasts. She shuddered as she felt its damp hands 
wondering one breast, moving over to the other.