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Segil Wordner had forsaken his bloodline to pave another path.

He sat in the forest at a rather popular secret passage, as far as secret passages go. He had men around him. They'd made their camp here and their coffer was already full of tolls they'd taken out of desperate travelers. It was a good enough living if you could stomach these woods. The passage kept its own secret like that, being remote. The fire that kept them warm at night was dead now, with game bones littering a ring around it along with fishheads from the river half a days walk from here, to tell how the men stayed alive. A brook kept them with fresh water.

Segil was resourceful. That's why they stayed with him, and stayed in line. He could usually solve any problem, even if it wasn't his forte. They'd seen him get things done that should have taken years apprenticeship that he didn't have. His father had called him a weasel, when Segil was just a skeletal boy, who liked to worm himself out of trouble and work. Now he'd filled in, and his physical resources swelled. Fighting all the time helped too. He'd learned enough tricks to fell great swordsmen, even without proper training. They'd yet seen him lose a fight. And they'd yet seen him fight one fair.

He wore leather armor with squares of metal sewn into the vest. One metal wrist guard and a thick leather glove on his sword hand. All of it was taken from different men, and he replaced them instead of maintaining them. His hair was brown but with the life they led, it looked black from grime and unwash. You'd know something was off with him since he was the only one out here who was cleanly shaven, despite his otherwise unkempt look. If you were attentive, that'd tell you there had to be a very sharp blade on him, somewhere, beside the sword he kept in a orange leather sheath at his side.

Segil was agitated now. There was something to be said about the freedom of the forest, and that he may crave it when he was in towns or cities, but he certainly missed female companionship when traveling with too many men for too long. That's why nobody had complained in a while. They knew their leader's mood. They quietly kept to themselves, waiting for the next person who'd use their passage to flee some circumstance in their own lives. Which made them desperate. And more often than not, they had something to pay with.

Close to their camp the trees opened up from the density that otherwise kept this spot well hidden. It gave the band of men space to live. A burrow near by gave them shelter from the worst of the weather, but mostly they just slept on hides under the stars. Starlight. Elves. It seemed those kind of creatures would be far from here, but he knew a few were available for their frustration, because he'd sold some to a city not too far. Sinful brothels eager to cater to their clients's every wishes. Segil sighed around the twig he was chewing on, reclined against a rock by the put-out fire, thinking about that brothel. He wondered if those elves would remember him if he visited. It made him snicker.
 
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Galadriel was annoyed as she approached the camp of the men. Stupid highwaymen that thought they could prey on innocent passengers. Galadriel was an elf warrior and she was not to be trifled with. As she approached the men they would be able to tell she was heavily armed, was wearing some kind of armor under her cloak, and based on her pointy ears probably had more weapons hidden and was likely an expert with all of them. Elves were known for being fierce in battle, far beyond anything that humankind would ever be capable of.
 
Segil only detected her when she came into view, almost like she begrudgingly let them see her. It was a big clue to her skill, that she'd not made enough sound to alarm them. It should cause him to fret, but he only stood rather quickly, dirt falling off his back as he spit out the twig that had been trying to sate his oral fixation. Though emerging taller than the visiting elf, he had a powerful suspicion that she wasn't intimidated by him.

She was as well puttogether as her kin that he'd taken before her, but she carried herself with more battle readiness. He wouldn't let that frighten him. He had seen mighty, and proud races fall for his cunning, before. This one seemed full enough of herself that he could use that against her. Maybe appeal to her honor if things went dire?

"Ah, that's as far as you go, longear." he said and rested his sword hand on his sword hilt. He was ready to draw to make his point. He came closer to the cloaked figure and squeezed the handle of his weapon. "Unless you can pay the toll." He looked her up and down as a show. "But I guess if you're out of money, we'll take something else of value." Some of the men hooted, but others were already slinking back to find a way to flank her while Segil kept her attention.
 
"I am Galadriel. Commander of the northern armies of the Elves. I have been fighting in wars since before you were even born human. Now stand aside and let me pass. In return I won't shut down your petty operation." Her voice would have been sweet, if there wasn't so much venom in it. She was clearly not intimidated at all by him or his men. She was ready to fight them all at the same time if she had to.
 
While elves who had even a bit of fight in them always liked to wax poetic about their own worth, this one made a rather bold claim. Segil was quiet, and did not look at the men who tried to sneak, but rather, took his own sword out of the sheath with a big motion, to keep her full attention if he could. He was within striking range. She was smaller than him, but he knew that was no big advantage when fighting these lightfooted creatures.

"No aside, no pass. No shutting us down." he took the hilt with both his hands. His first strike would be a simple one from above. He'd let her parry, and then the clanks of their swords would hide the scurrying of his men. "But best me and we'll let you go." A series of quick and powerful swings, mostly from his right, would follow to keep her focused on him.
 
Galadriel didn't even bother to draw her sword. She merely sidestepped his clumsy blows and danced around his pathetic swipes. One of the other men tried to approach from her left. She pulled a knife and threw it perfectly to lodge in his shoulder leaving him on the ground but not critically wounded. Appearing rather bored of toying with this man she finally drew her weapon and went on the offensive. Her flurry of strikes were like lightning and men stared, mouth's hanging open as she made their leader look like a punk that had never touched a weapon before.
 
Segil knew about elven speed, but this adversary was completely different than the ones he'd faced. He did his best to hit her with the blade, but she avoided it and all he could do was wound the air in her wake. Once one of his men had been grounded by her fancy knife-work, he put more power into his swings, but they didn't land. Her sword was too fast. To his men's surprise Segil made even larger and larger arches with his heavier sword. With his building, apparent fatigue, even a novice swordman would see where his next strike would come from, let alone a battle-tested elf.

He made sure he stumbled during one of her retreats, and he caught himself on the ground. He made a frustrated fist in the dirt. And then, if and when she was close enough, he made to stand up, reckless, as though his anger had gotten the better of him. But this time, when he swiped at her with his sword, his other hand brought along a fistful of earth. The throw was preceded by his blade, so she'd be busy parrying it and not see when the dirt followed quickly after, aiming for her beautiful eyes.

And if the dirty trick landed, the men around her would tackled her, free her of her weapon, and string her up with one arm each, to leave her dangling.
 
The dust hit her eyes and men jumped her. Galadriel was fast and graceful, but she was not stronger than two huge men. They pulled her to her feet and held her there. Each man held one of her arms tightly behind her back. She wriggled in their grasp but there was nothing she could do to get free of their strength. She glared at the leader that now stood in front of her. As an elf she was fairly tall, but she was also a woman and these men were huge even by human standards. Her toes brushed the ground but she couldn't find footing, which may have been part of what made her helpless.
 
Segil got up. He recovered quickly. Maybe it was the boost of energy he got from just seeing her finally caught. His plan had worked. It was always the same with elves. They always thought they were better than any trick of humans. He sheathed his sword and looked at her as she fought to get free. That wouldn't help her. He was weary of her legs when he came closer, and knew she might think to use them. Before he'd fully reached her, a third man had come up from behind, to hug both her legs.

Segil was still a bit taller than her, even when she was lifted off the ground like that. He grabbed her by her chin to make her look at him. "I guess the wars you've fought since before I was born weren't that difficult if you couldn't even see this coming." he said. The other men laughed and the ones not currently holding on to her gathered around in a ring. Segil used his other hand to undo the tie that kept her hair in braids away from her face. He started combing his fingers roughly through the braids to undo them. Eventually her hair was wild, and he petted it to cover her elven ears.

"Well, would you look at that. The elf is gone. You're just a woman now. And since you're caught without anyone to help you, you're just our whore." he said and there were agreeing grunts all around her.
 
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Galadriel tried to pull her face away from his hand but he was just messing with her hair. Soon it was loose and cascading down her shoulders. The blonde elf blushed as they taunted her and called her a whore. Struggling even harder than before but there was nothing she could do held by three men. To her credit she didn't look scared. She looked angry but the humiliation also showed in her red cheeks and the tears sneaking out of her eyes.
 
He knew her innate dignity wouldn't allow it. But what could she do? She was caught and they all let her struggle against her bonds of men's arms. Segil watched her, now that her hair was free it moved with the pulls of her head, which were one of the few parts of her that were still free. She did look a bit more like a beautiful human woman than an elf now. Her anger and hatred was stunning, especially with the addition of her blush. She looked destined for his cock, now. "Hey," he said and then curled a fist and cocked it back. The punch was unforgiving, targeting her the low of her abdomen where her cropped jacket, perhaps armored with either metal or magic or both, didn't protect her. "you better settle down." They were all looking forward to how a high ranking elf would react to that.

And then he got his knife out and started cutting some of her hair. Not changing much of its length, just to get about a handful of the golden tresses. He held the fist of locks up to her face. "This is going to fetch a nice price. Hair from this elf whore before she was defiled." the others laughed as he put it in a saddlebag by the fire. He came back soon, knife still ready. He started by cutting the cloak off and letting it fall. "Let's see how this 'Commander of the northern armies' looks naked, shall we?" And then he sliced downward, sure not to break skin, but to part what else she was wearing.
 
Galadriel couldn't double over or grab at her bruised stomach when he punched her. All she could do was gasp for breath as the wind was knocked out of her. She looked horrified as he cut her hair. But not as horrified as she would be when he began to strip her armor. The previously regal elf was fighting back tears as her body was exposed a little bit at a time.
 
There was tension in her the moment his knuckles dug in. He was more than happy to see her take the assault with pain. It did calm her enough that she no longer blared angrily at him. And her new expression about her coming nudity was even better. It was filling his dirty, unwashed, human cock with blood as he worked on her clothes. The men were humming happily as they watched the fine elven tailoring and craftmanship fall to the side. Segil was at least a little mindful to save the pieces that might be worth money. And was excited with every treasure he found on her, which were given to men standing at his side to be put away securely.

Soon only rags remained on the formerly so well-dressed female, and to underline her nudity, he'd let her keep her leather harness and its metal inlays, as well as her boots and forearm guards. But her breasts were out, and her butt and pussy were for everyone to see. They were all very happy and curious to see how she'd look naked, and planned to take in the sight in detail, and commit it to memory. The men hooted at the pretty image and Segil cupped her cunt as though to measure her worth by it as he looked at her. This close, he was unreachable by her knees or legs, so he nodded to the one who had secured them to let her go. He did. The belly of his finger curled to push up between her labia lips as he looked down on her.

"You had some treasures on, you, Commander, but it seems you're a few coins short. How about we take it out of your dignity instead?" he asked her. Even the hoitiest longear would know what that meant. The men howled in eager to see Egil defile this beautiful, arrogant she-elf.
 
Galadriel felt completely violated by him. Not only were all her lady parts exposed for the whole group to stare at, but his fingers were dangerously close to penetrating her pretty, shaved, Elven pussy.

He whispered in her ear about making her pay passage with her dignity. She knew that he was going to rape her. But she also knew that she couldn't stop him from doing it, and that was the part that was eating away at her.
 
Her new expressions were more fitting for a woman who had been caught. All the surety she'd been burdened with when she entered their little domain was gone. This commander of warriors had lost even her own belief in her authority. Her spirit had followed her clothing, and that made Segil feel victorious, already, even before he'd had her. She did not like her cunt touched, so he pushed his fingers longways against the slit, and rubbed the belly of a knuckled up against her clit roughly, before curling the finger to test her entrance. His other hand slapped across the face to unsettle her hair further, and have her look at him.

"I happen to know that while most of you are long, you are not so... wide." he he said as he tested her insides with his rude digit. The elves he'd encountered before were built dainty down there, and the eleven men, well, their equipment was elegant, but not sizable.
 
Galadriel was trying so hard to hold back her tears but she couldn't. Her cheeks were wet, her eyes welling up. The humiliation he was subjecting her to was breaking her down a little bit at a time. She tried to wriggle away from his fingers teasing her pussy, but the men holding her arms just gripped tighter and held her firmly trapped and helpless to stop him from touching her cunt in anyway he liked.
 
She felt like a woman, although the elves had a certain untouched quality to their pussies. He got hard from seeing her withheld tears spill. "Ah, what's this?" he asked after he'd slapped her. "Where's all that bravado now?" He grabbed her by her throat as he fingered her. "You know what?" he said and then took his hand from her cunt to wipe those fingers over her cheek to wet them with her tears before plunging two fingers back into her cunt. "Now isn't that better?" He squeezed her throat a little harder, but mostly just to keep her head in place as he finger fucked her, lubed with her tears. There were people who would pay for both elf tears and hair, but to fuck one, now that was premium.
 
Galadriel had never experienced humiliation to this level. He was using her tears as lube to finger fuck her pussy. And it was turning her on. How was it turning her on? She hated every second of it but her pussy was responding anyways. How had she, a noble warrior, ended up in this situation?
 
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