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| Blood and Torture: MST; Birthday Sporking..... | |
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| Ariel | Dec 22 2010, 12:37 AM Post #1 |
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Title: Blood and Torture Author: Ariel Genre: Humor/MST Text based on: "Blood and Torture" by Wagner Rating: M Characters: The gang plus Saruman Summary: Grima is even more pathetic than usual and Saruman becomes a rapist Warnings: Rape "I hate it when she has that gleam in her eyes." Ariel muttered worriedly in an undertone to Harry. "She had that same look in her eyes when she introduced us to Celebrian." Almost as one, all of the present sporkers shuddered in horror. "Never say the name of that monstrosity again!" Drizzt muttered. Only Elrond did not agree with that statement. At the mention of his wife's name, he looked murderous. "Because it's Ariel's birthday, I have a short one for you. It's only two chapters long, but it more than makes up for the shortness." Lloth said cheerfully, causing everyone to collectively shiver. A cheerful Lloth was never a good thing. "Naturally, you'll have a guest sporker to aid you with it." Story Notes: I think I am the only person who ever wrote about the Ringwraiths. Ariel: Nope! I read one about the Witchking and Boromir. Harry: You actually read things like that? Ariel: *grimaces* Not willingly. It was purely by accident that I found it. I have added the author to my list of authors that I won't go near with a ten foot stick. ____________________________________________________ He had been sitting in the caves all afternoon, thinking of how wrong everything was. Ash: Two plus two did NOT equal four, dammit! When he had entered the caves earlier that day, he had watched the Orcs forging swords and working hard for their master Saruman. Saruman: Of course. I gave them dog treats. But in the course of time he had stopped watching them. He was only thinking then. Ariel: Who is this, anyway? Ash: Maybe it's that one Uruk, Chesterfield, wasn't it? Was that how he had wanted it to be? Gríma knew his plans had been different. Murphy: The Uruks should have been created with house elves, not humans. Honestly! When Saruman had asked him for becoming his servant he had promised him so many things. Wealth, glory, joy,... Saruman: *blankly* I did? Why on Arda would I do that? Grima would not have believed me even if I had. He wasn't an idiot. Gríma was not having any of this now. He was lonely. All his life he had only wanted to have a friend, Ariel: *sighs* Wash your hair, stop plucking your eyebrows off, and for Eru's sake, stop stalking girls! Murphy: A tan helps too. Christ, how is he Rohirric without a tan? Ash: Looks like a bloody vampire. to know there would be someone there he could go to in sadness, someone to be his friend. But never had anyone wanted to be this. They all had pushed him away - always. Gríma had never experienced love nor friendship. No one loved him. He knew that. Ariel: *singing* I love you, you love me, we're a happy family.... Saruman: Stop singing! And perhaps this was his reason to join Saruman. Having a friend. Being together with someone he thought to be a good person that liked him. Saruman: Surely we are thinking of different Grima's. The one who served me did so for money and power. Saruman did not like him, which he had found out quickly. Saruman only needed his ability to influence other people's minds. And he did not like failure. Ariel: How is it Grima never had friends if he could influence minds? Ash: Logic. Saruman: Grima was working for me because I needed someone who could get close to the king. NOT because of this influencing minds, rubbish. I did that myself. Gríma wrapped his arms around his body for he froze from sitting there in the dark. Drizzt: He's afraid of the dark? He was afraid of Saruman. This wizard treated him not better than a slave. Whatever he ordered had to be done, even if Gríma knew it was impossible for him or just did not want to. Ash: *sarcastically* Yes, influencing Theoden looked terribly hard. Lazy moron. But he could not disobey Saruman's orders. He was his master after all, and perhaps deep in his heart, he DID like him, Gríma thought. Be the man doubted his thoughts as quick as they had come to his mind. Ariel: You must have confidence in yourself or you'll never amount to anything. "You crawling worm, where are you?" Ariel: Why do you call him that? Saruman: Do you think I like having a traitorous rat working for me? Harry: True that. If he could betray his country, what's to stop him from betraying you if a better offer comes along. He heard the voice of his master. Quickly Gríma rose to his feet to rush to Saruman as fast as he could. Ariel: He sure is devoted. Ash: What is he, a slave? He did not want to make him angry by being late after his call. Ariel: He might lose his job if he's late. As soon as he could manage with his beautiful long robes, Saruman: *raises eyebrows* I wasn't aware Gríma liked clothing. I shall have to remember that. Gríma rushed upstairs into the working room of his wizard master. There he stood before him - Saruman, the White Wizard, noble in his appearance but scaring all the same. Saruman: Naturally. I am an evil wizard in case you haven't noticed. An evil glance lay in his black eyes. All: *stare blankly at the sentence* Ariel: Might want to see an eye doctor about that. It doesn't sound natural. "You were told to feed my Crebain, weren't you?", All:. . . . Ariel: Are the Crebain fat yet? Saruman: *deathly quiet* Feeding Crebain? Why in Udűn would I want him to feed the Crebain? They're a nuisance as it is; I don't need them hanging around getting bird droppings on my tower! the Wizard asked slowly. Ariel: (Saruman) Duh-huh-huh. Saruman: *glares at Ariel* Gríma looked up to him, Saruman was much bigger than he was himself. Murphy: *dryly* I'm bigger than you, Gríma. "I did, master!", the black-haired man replied. "I have given them some meat earlier that day!" Ash: What day? Ariel: That day! But Saruman only rose his chin higher which made it nearly impossible for Gríma to see his eyes. Perhaps he was glad for that. Harry: He couldn't use Legilimency on him. "They told me different things!", Saruman said. "They said they were hungry. Ariel: *dryly* Birds are always hungry, idiot. Does that mean my worm has disobeyed my orders?" "No!", Gríma quickly cried. "I..." But the glance of his master's eyes made him stop. Saruman looked as if he was really angry with him. Ariel: For not feeding the Arda equivilant of a crow? Harry: *whispering* Maybe Saruman's PMSing. Ariel, Murphy, & Saruman: *glare at Harry* "I told you to obey my orders!", he grumbled. "And you do what I tell you to do, don't you, worm? My snake always does what he is told. Drizzt: Worms and snakes are not the same thing. He follows me and obeys me, does he not? Worm, does he not?" Gríma wished to pull away his head from the stare of the White Wizard in front of him but he dared not move. "I do what you want me to!", he winced instead. "You know that, my Lord! I obey you - always!" Saruman: He would be an idiot not to. Murphy: Do not meddle in the affairs of wizards for they are subtle and quick to anger. Saruman lifted a brow. "Come here!", he said quietly. Gríma swallowed. He was so terribly afraid. Why didn't his Lord stop? Harry: Stop what? Being evil? Ariel: Once an evil wizard, always an evil wizard. Could he not sense how much he tortured his servant only through his words? But as usual Gríma obeyed and did what he was told. So he came closer to Saruman. Ariel: I have a bad feeling about this. And suddenly he felt the terrible pain of a huge hand slapping against his cheek. Harry: You bitchslapped him? Are you trying to get yourself killed? Saruman: As if that little worm could kill me. Rest: *share glances* Gríma tumbled and fell to the side. He crashed to the ground hard. Murphy: In the movie wasn't that where -? Ariel: Not quite. Remember, Gandalf and company were there. Saruman: . . . His hand moved to his sword belt where Gríma kept his dagger. He did not mean to stab his master but his natural instinct made him touch his weapon. All: *various cries of 'eww', 'disgusting', and 'stop'* When he was riding alone he could never know who might try to rob him and attack. Ariel: Why would anyone want to do that? It's not like he really looked like he was carrying valuable stuff. But saruman noticed the gesture. Ariel: Not that he understood what the middle finger meant. Ash: I don't think he considers you a person since your name isn't capitalized. Anger flashed in his eyes, and he bend his back to be able to reach Gríma was some more slaps. Harry: Seriously, slapping? Are you a wizard or not? The man, who was dressed in long black clothes, screamed quietly and crawled away from the one standing over him. "No, my Lord, please!", he begged. Murphy: Wimp. Ariel: I dunno, those claws that Saruman did look painful. Murphy: *thoughtfully* True. Saruman grabbed his collar and pulled him up to his feet. "Do not ask me to change my plans, worm! Ash: When, exactly, did he ask you to change your plans? Ariel: Could've been the begging. Drizzt: A torturer he is not. I am your master and you are below me. I will neither accept failure nor insolence!" Ash: How is begging someone to stop hitting you insolence? Please, do explain this to me. And with this he threw the limp body of his servant against the wall. Murphy: Unconscious or dead? Gríma sank down to the ground. He moaned for he felt pain in his bones, but he did not move for he did not want to draw even more attention to himself. Ash: Good plan. Unfortunately, it never works. But he was not lucky. Saruman was already there, Ariel: Apparition? Ash: Teleportation? Drizzt: If wizards could do that, why didn't Gandalf teleport the ring to Mordor? Ariel: Logic? beneath him on the ground, pushing his shoulders against the black wall of his tower. Ariel: (Saruman) Don't die, I can't live without you! Rest: *are looking a tad green* Gríma only lost a little sob when he realized what the wizard was off to. Ariel: Please god no.... Ash: You have got to be kidding me. Saruman: . . .What?. . . Roughly the hands of the old Istar pushed their way under his cloak and teared it from the body of the man. Saruman: No. This is not happening. Ariel: *passes out barf bags* Is Istar singular for Istari? Saruman: Yes, it is. Gríma did not defend himself. He only sobbed quietly while Saruman continued tearing the clothes from his upper part of the body. Ash: He's not even fighting it? My god, man! Are you a Rohirrim or not? Ariel: I knew he was a coward, but this? Drizzt: It's like Arwen in VotE. Light white flesh was exposed when Saruman lay his shoulders free. Ariel: No offence, Saruman, but you have poor tastes. Saruman: *faintly* No arguments there. Gríma tensed for he feared the worst to happen. Ash: *disbelieving* You mean he hasn't figured it out yet? How sheltered do the Rohirrim keep their children? Swiftly Saruman moved around him so that he was kneeling behind Gríma. Ariel: Oh god no.... Ash: Not even an interesting rape scene. At least with Celebrian we could make fun of it. This is just sick. His face was so awfully near to Gríma's neck that he could feel the breath of the Wizard on his skin. Ariel: *commerial* Feel the breath of a wizard on your skin! It does wonders for your complexion! Gríma shuddered. "So it is time to make clear once more who is the one to give you orders!", Ash: Whereas I think it's just an excuse for Saruman, no offense intended, to get laid. Saruman said firmly. "And you should know who is the one to follow those orders!" Harry: What does that have to do with this? And with this, Gríma realized that the Wizard had teared down his black velvet trousers as well. Ariel: They had velvet in Arda? Saruman: What is vel-vet? Ariel: It's a cheap fabric commonly used for costumes. Saruman needed quite a while to push away all his clothes that he could start showing Gríma who was the master. Ariel: Well, that takes away the suspense. Ash: What suspense? This is boring. When he had done so, the whining servant felt how he slowly pushed himself into him. It hurt so much, Gods, did that hurt! All: *retch into barf bags* Saruman: I am an Istari! We don't have sex in the first place, and certainly not with- *gestures at the screen* Ariel: Who knows when the last time he bathed was. Drizzt: Gods? I wasn't aware you had more than one. But saruman found his way inside and did not care the other one was suffering. For a second none of them moved. Ash: *sickened* There were more than two there? What was he doing, selling tickets to the viewing? Ariel: Saruman isn't capitalized again. But then Saruman made his first move, and Gríma's face turned into a mask from all the pain he felt. Saruman: Interesting affect. Ash: I didn't know mortals could do that. Ariel: Neither did I. Saruman pushed into him quicker and ignored all the begging noises he heard from the one before him. Soon his groaning was even louder than Gríma. Ash: Of course. It's hard work fucking when there's no lubrication. The man noticed that tears were running down his cheeks but he did not care because he concentrated too much on the pain within him. Ariel: You mean it took him this long to notice he was crying? What was he doing, daydreaming? Ash: Takes practice and multitasking skills to pull that off. Saruman groaned leeringly. He grabbed the shoulders of his servants Ariel: Not to sound too personal or anything, but how man penii do Istari have? Cause this implies that you're having sex with more than one person at the same time. Saruman: One. to stop him moving and hold him close, and Gríma dared not to say a single word. Ash: Wimp. He was afraid of the Wizard. Saruma's Saruman: What in Arda is that? *points at mini Balrog* Ash: Shit, we forgot the bacon. fingers were hurting his shoulders, and another part of Saruman seemed to tear him apart in the middle. Ariel: Which part? His- Ash: *warningly* Ariel.... Ariel: Nose? What, he has a frickin' huge nose. Saruman: *glares at Ariel* And then the White Wizard came. All: Gandalf! Ariel: Save the wimp. No one deserves this. Saruman: But I thought I was the white wizard. Drizzt: You go demoted. His servant only swallowed a scream when he felt the liquid floating into him, Ariel: Aha! My theory was correct! Saruman does have the force! Saruman making a final groan. Murphy: What's a groan made out of? Harry: I don't know, but can I have some? They're dead useful in potions. THe seed of his master ran down his thighs, and perhaps it was also blood that he felt, but as soon as Saruman had regained his control over himself, he quickly rose to his feet again, leaving the wheeping little servant on the floor, half-naked´ hurt and bleeding. *All but Saruman gasp and wheeze* Ariel: Run-on sentence *gasp* can't breathe! Saruman: And people call me a drama queen. Saruman walked to one of the windows and had a look outside. Ash: He saw the real Saruman and panicked. His robes were as clean as they had been before, and he appeared as mighty and powerful as before. Murphy: Which is to say, not very. Nothing on him showed what he had done. Just Gríma remained crouched on the floor, leaning against the wall. Ariel: If this were me, I would pick up that knife and gut you. Saruman: I shall keep that in mind. When he did not stop wheeping, Saruman moved towards him again. Ash: Good god! Don't you wizards ever need a break? Ariel: Hopefully to put him out of his misery. A shoe kicked hard into Gríma's side so that he curled his body in protection from any more violence. Harry: That's a good employer you've found, Gríma. Saruman kicked one more time and yet another. Then he steppes ways, leaving Gríma utterly lost and lonely on the floor. Murphy: Adding extra letters to words does not make you seem smarter. It just pisses off your intelligent readers. The man did not know how long he was lying there. He did not move and did not stop crying, too. Ash: I would be worried if he did as that would imply psychological issues. Murphy: He's already psycho, why do you think he just let his 'master' rape him without so much as a protest. He was unsure if he cried for the pain or for the humiliation that had been done to him. He only thought of how he had imagined it all to be, so contrary to how it had become. Ariel: Uhhh, what? Ash: What was the point of this entire scene? ____________________________________________________ Haldir of Lórien lay on his bed, his eyes to the ceiling of his wooden flet. Ariel: He was counting the dots on the ceiling. The Elf watched the night sky, and the stars made his light blue eyes reflect and shine. Just like his hair, his beautiful silver hair. Saruman: Haldir had blond hair, not silver. Moron. Ariel: Wouldn't silver hair imply that he's getting old? The Elf looked like a glimmering and shining statue, too beautiful to be alive. And he hardly moved, being just the devine sight to every Elf that passed the flet. Ariel: Not that there were many what with him being a Marchwarden and all. "Haldir?" A familiar voice made the Guardian of the Golden Wood look up. When he saw the face of his youngest brother Rúmil, a huge smile came to his lips. Ariel: Look, idiots who don't know basic grammar, when two people are talking, you start a new paragraph each time the other speaks! "My dearest one!", he invited him in. Rúmil was followed by Orophin, another brother who was younger than Haldir but older than Rúmil. All three of them looked quite similar though they were all very different in stature and appearance. Haldir sat on his bed to offer his brother a place to sit down as well. Drizzt: While completely ignoring the other brother. Rúmil sat next to him, and Orophin found a free space at the corner of the bed. They smiled at their brother, Ash: Akward wordage there. all three brothers being totally happy to be together. Ash: Incest is generally frowned upon unless dieties are involved. "Rúmil and I wanted to go for a walk!", Orophin said. "Do you want to be with us? Ariel: What is this, Pointless Sex Scenes for the LotR Slash Fan? Ash: Dunno, but it certainly sounds like incest here. We could go swimming in the lake!" Harry: My Incest-O-Meter level just shot up. Haldir's eyes shifted from brother to brother, as he looked at them sweetly. "This is kind of you to ask!", he said. "I am just so tired. Would you mind going without me? I fear I could be awake again as soon as I am in water. And I would like to have a sleep tonight! Is that alright for you, dear brothers?" Harry: (Orophin) Damn, and I wanted to try that corkscrew thing Rúmil was telling me about! Orophin looked disappointed but Rúmil lay a consoling hand onto Haldir's shoulder. "It is fine with us, truely, Haldir! We will be happy to see you again tomorrow then!" Haldir smiled. "Thank you!", he replied. "And enjoy yourselves!" Saruman: What are they, thirty? These elves are adults who have duties. The younger brothers of the beautiful Elf stood up again and moved towards the steps of the flet. Rúmil set a food onto the first stair when Orophin turned around one more time. "But it could be dangerous if you decided to follow us later on!", he said to Haldir. "You carry no weapons, for we are usually behind you to protect you. When you walk alone, you will be quite defenseless without us! Regard this if you would want to come with us later!" All: *stare speechless at the screen* Ariel: Surely I am mistaken; this cannot be the same Haldir that we are thinking of. Saruman: Or any elf. Orcs still go through Lothlorien on occassion; they would have to be pretty idiotic not to be armed. Ariel: My Rape-O-Meter went up a bit. I predict he tries to go after them and gets captured by orcs and raped. Sort of like Arwen. And Celebrian. Haldir paused for a second and thought of his brother's words. It was true, they were his protectors. The Guardian did not like to be armed for that would look unfriendly to visitors of the Golden Wood, but his brothers were always close to his hand, not hesitating to shoot an arrow if someone bothered Haldir. All: . . . Ariel: Your choosing appearances over safety? What sort of moron are you? Ash: Clearly one with a death wish. He was never alone when he went somewhere outside the protected Galadhon, and when his brothers were swimming, there would be no other Elf to stand behind him. Ariel: I know! Arm yourself, you pathetic excuse for a moronic elf! But Haldir shook his head. "I will not follow!", he said. "I am just going to sleep now. Do not worry because of your oldest brother!" Orophin marvelled. But he trusted Haldir with everything the Elf did, and he belived him when he said he was not going to follow. Haldir looked tired, he even noticed. And the two younger brothers left, not without saying Good-bye once again to the silver-haired brother. Haldir lay down on his bed again. Ash: Where he proceeded to masturbate to a picture of Glorfindel. Rest: *stare at Ash* Ash: What? It's a slash, get over it. ____________________________________________________ Gríma's shoulders were still red and aching, just like his back which still hurt when he moved too quickly. Ash: It should hurt. Period. End of story. Especially with those claws he has. The "treatment" of his master had been successfull if it should have been to hurt him. Ariel: Is he implying that it wasn't? And blood was still running down his thighs when he did a wrong move. Ariel: Good Eru, Saruman. What did you do to him? Saruman: I did nothing. Something inside him must have been damaged very well when Saruman had entered him. The black-clothed servant sighed and huddled when he remembered what had happened last night. Ash: Good lord! You really did a number on him. Saruman: *gritted teeth* For the last time, this was not me. Even if I did have sex, I have higher standards than that. He was alone in his room. There were many rooms in the Orthanc though not many of them inhabited. They all looked quite the same, black walls all around and a stone which looked as if being wet, always reflecting any light. Gríma sat with his back to the door because in this direction he had placed his bed. It faced the window, as he was doing now. He could not see outside but just the fact he was facing the window made him feel well. He nearly clutched his own body, so tight did he huddle together. Ariel: Yes, he was raped. We get the picture. Can we move on? There he heard footsteps approaching. Gríma gasped because he feared Saruman was coming, and as it often was the case, the Man was totally right. Saruman: Who were you expecting, the Tooth Fairy? It was his master who stood behind him. A strong hand placed itself onto Gríma's shoulder and made the Man snarl at the touch. Nearly the same place the Wizard had gripped before. At least Saruman remembered Murphy: Remembered what, might I ask? That he raped him? That's usually not something you forget? Ash: Depends on how frequent it is. When it's a daily occurance, it ceases to have any meaning. Saruman: And you would know all about that, I suppose. Ash: Yep. Gríma felt the hand stroking his cloak. "I liked the noises you made last night!", he heard Saruman's voice. Murphy: Whereas we, that's us, you know, the audience, were bored, that means it wasn't very interesting. Ariel: Good one. The body of the Man stiffened for fear was rising in him very quick. He did not move but he knew Saruman was standing very close behind him, looking down at the crouched little body and leering. Saruman: *angrily* Wizards do not leer! Did he really want to humiliate him one more time? Had it not been enough what he had already done to him? Gríma raised his eyes in fear. Ariel: Bad move. Anyone need another barf bag? The Wizard caught his eyes and his own sparkled with lust. Ariel: How does something sparkle with lust? Slowly he raised his right hand, and in it he held something that looked like a whip. Gríma's eyes widened in shock. Ariel: *deadpan* Yippee. I've always wanted to read about bdsm where Saruman's concerned. He jerkes up and tried to jump away from his seat, but Saruman was quicker and pulled him by his cloak. Gríma fell back, screaming loudly. Harry: *condenscending* If someone tries to touch your *special* parts, you should tell them 'no' and go find an adult. To stop the screams, Saruman sat onto him and pushed his tongue into the Man's mouth. *all retch* Ariel: No offense, but wouldn't you crush him under your weight? The screams could not be heard any more though Gríma was still yelling for help. Saruman held his arms and pressed his own weight down onto his captive, so that Gríma could not really move or resisit against the attack. Ariel: I would suggest kicking him in the nuts, but I'm told men don't like doing that for some reason. "Do this again, my snake!", Saruman soothed into his ear between kisses to his mouth and his throat. "Weep again and beg me to stop! I liked it so much last night!" Ariel: Creepy old pervert. Gríma felt how Saruman's hands moved up to his wrists. Soon one was bound in a piece of leather. The man tried to pull away his other wrist but Saruman was just too strong. Drizzt: Go for a pressure point. Surely even the Istari have those. Ariel: Pull a Gollum, take a chunk out of his neck. He bound his wrists together and pushed them up to bind them to the wall. Gríma was on a lead now. His hands were over his head. Bitter tears were running down his light cheeks. Ariel: So they were bitter? Strange, I always thought tears were salty. Saruman kept on kissing him. He licked and sucked and devoured his servant all over. All but Saruman: Cannibal! Gríma's skin turned red and blue, and it was all wet from Saruman's tongue. But the whip was still in the hand of the wizard. he intended more than just kissing, didn't he? Gríma rolled his eyes closed. Harry: He fainted! Ash: Probably won't last long. "You are not yet whining!", Ariel: You want us to? Okay! *whining* I wanna pony! Harry: *whining* I wanna kill the Sue! Saruman: I want out of here. Saruman whispered. "Does it need more than that? Well, I am willing to give it to you then! I hope you own another dress, crawling worm!" Harry: Hello? Kettle, this is the pot calling. Ariel: Dress? Seriously? How childish. And with this he gripped Gríma's collar to tear his clothes from his upper body. Gríma started screaming again, and again he found a tongue plunged into his mouth to stop him. Murphy: Bite it, idiot. Meanwhile his clothes were dragged off him completely. Gríma struggeled as much as possible. It wasn't enough. Without stopping to speak one more word, Saruman touched Gríma everywhere. Harry: At once? How? The man was pulling at his bonds. Useless. he was hoping to survive it. Helpless. And then Saruman brought back the whip into his view. While licking his chest, he started to throw down lashes onto the one beneath him. He did not plan where to hit Gríma, he was just beating him. Cruelly. Murphy: Isn't that the point? Gríma's face turned to a grimace with each lash that fell. Blood was running freely over his naked skin and wetted Saruman's white robes. If this would be another reason for the wizard to turn angry, Gríma thought himself to be lost. Saruman: I am clearly a moron. Blood is not easy to get off of these robes. Suddenly Saruman pushed Gríma from his backside and the man's body turned. Gríma fell onto his face, and his back was exposed to Saruman. the wizard watched only for a few seconds how Gríma moaned in pain when his wounds touched the floor.Then he lay onto him and licked his throat from the backside, stroking his skin down to his buttocks. Ariel: Disgusting. When's the last time he bathed? Ash: Considering the time period? Once a month whether he needed it or not. Saruman lifted his body. He was sitting on Gríma now, and the back of his servant lay seductively in front of him. Ash: How does a back lay seductively? Why should he not go on with his beatings? It caused him so much pleasure! And so he did. Saruman whipped Gríma's back until as well there blood was streaming. Gríma wound his body in agony and gasped and wept. This made Saruman stiffen. Drizzt: He suddenly devoloped a phobia of blood. Ariel: He had a heart attack. This sort of thing is not good for men of his age. He touched his own prick and guided it forth to Gríma's bleeding entrance. "I have a present for you!", he whispered. "Close your eyes!" And he pushed his member into the opening of his wheeping victim. Saruman rode Gríma cruelly, causing him pain the man thoguht he was unable to bear. Saruman: I think, when I return, the first thing I shall do is put him in my Uruk training squad, if it doesn't kill him, it will hopefully force him to grow a backbone. He moved creully inside the Man and did not cause him any pleasure. Hitting Gríma's sweet spot did not make the Man happy. Where the hell was fun in THAT? Ariel: Hell? I wasn't aware the residents of Arda used the word hell. When Saruman finished, he collapsed onto Gríma's back with a deep moan. He was breathing heavily and caressed the wounds on Gríma's back with his sharp fingernails. *all but Saruman wince in sympathy* Every time the Man tensed and felt the pain of blood pouring out of the scars. Scars that would never fade and remain a life-time. Finally Saruman got up and went away. Ash: How anti-climatic. he left Gríma bound to the wall. When he returned, he freed the Man from his bonds, and his hands were cut from the leather and bleeding. Everything was bleeding. Gríma ran away with the tatters of his clothes that still were on the floor. Ash: And here you have another pointless rape scene. ____________________________________________________ The day was gone, and the moon was already climbing up the night sky. Everything was so peaceful and still. Only Gríma made noises when he ran away as quick as his wounds allowed him to. The grass under his feet and the leaves of the trees he passed made lovely noises through the wind. The flowers looked blue, and everything shone in the light of the rising moon. Ariel: Sounds like it was straight of SueLand. When Gríma remembered the last night, he was surprised when he thought that Saruman had not killed him after the Wizard had noticed his white robes were red from Gríma's blood. He sighed in relief. Saruman the Red had let him alive. Ariel: Probably because it was too much effort to kill you. But suddenly Gríma saw something ahead and stood still. He clutched a tree that was standing nearby and watched the scene he had noticed before him. His breath turned quiet. He carefully watched what was happening over there. He saw three Ringwraiths. And an Elf. Ariel:. . . Oh no! Ash: Maybe we can actually spork this scene. The Elf was lying on the ground, desperately struggling against the two Ringwraith who held his arms and pushed him down. Drizzt: May I ask who said Elf is? So I can go kick his arse! The thrid Ringwraith was standing over the Elf, his hands at his cloak as if to lift it up. Harry: (announcer) And here we have an elf, in prime condition. Starting bid is Ł5. Gríma's eyes widened in alarm from what he saw. Quickly he left the protecting tree and walked over to the Wraiths. Ariel: Great. He's going to get raped by a Ringwraith. Murphy: Walked? He wasn't in a hurry to rescue the elf, was he. "Leave the Elf alone!", he called over. Everyone was looking up. All: ![]() Saruman: Like a Nazgűl is going to listen to you. "It is none of your business, Man!", the Ringwraith who stood hissed, a voice without sound and only a faint whisper. "We caught him here, and now he's ours!" Drizzt: Finders keplers, losers weepers. Gríma shuddered. He looked down to the Elf that was so scared and afraid. His light blue eyes were wide in shock, and he wore no weapons, only a beautiful fabric that looked expensive and suited him well. The Elf was so beautiful, even in his state of sheer fear, and Gríma felt he had to help him through this. He looked away and caught the eye of the standing Ringwraith. "I do not wish to anger you!", he said calmly. "It's only that this Elf does not seem to be happy with what you do. Release him and hunt somebody else. He is afraid of you!" Ariel: *dryly* Couldn't possibly be because they're Nazgűl, could it? Saruman: Surely he doesn't actually expect that to work. Ash: The Nazgűl would be hard-pressed to find someone who isn't afraid of them. The Ringwraiths looked at one another. "He is ours!", one of them finally hissed, and all three of them suddenly went on with what they had done before. Murphy: Preparing him for Stew Surprise. The two on the ground pushed the Elf down, and the third Wraith was opening his cloak to reveal something he wanted to use on the Elf. The Elf screamed and tried to kick the Wraith, but three were stronger than one. He could not move his arms to defend himself, and he saw the danger approaching and coming closer. Ariel: Hello! They're Nazgűl! Of course they're dangerous! "Leave him alone!", Gríma shouted. He was really angry now. They were going to do to the Elf what Saruman had done to him. They were to rape him! Gríma could not let them do this. But now he had made the Wraiths angry as well. Ariel: Idiots, the lot of them. Ash: As if a man could do anything to them. Drizzt: I could kill the lot of them. Saruman: You are a man, are you not? Drizzt: I am a Dark Elf. "So you really want to help this...Elf!", one of them spat out with his voiceless voice. "Alright, we can take him away so that you do not have to watch us. But you will come with us, dear Man, for now you are ours, too! Get him!" Ariel: They're being very nice about all this. I would've murdered him. Ash: You wouldn't have been stupid enough to accept a ring. Ariel: I dunno, I like rings. One of the Wraith that had held the Elf and the one who had stood rushed over to Gríma and caught him by his arms. Saruman: Idiot. The Elf could not move in shock but when he realized he could escape now, the Wraith that was still with him bent down and filled his mouth with something that seemed to be its tongue. Ariel: When did the Nazgűl get corpreal forms? Ash: He has the Black Breath. Rest in peace, nameless elf who is about to die. The Elf rolled his eyes and fell into blackness, poisened by black breath. "No!", Gríma screamed. "No!" But also he felt the icy breath of the dead Ringwraith on his face. Saruman: I can't say I am sorry to see him go. Ariel: This fiction is not over, yet. He fainted peacefully. At the end there were three Ringwraiths standing, and two captives lying sleeping on the ground. Harry: Slowly dying from the Black Breath. ____________________________________________________ The Elf awoke All: ![]() Saruman: How-? when he was pulled to his feet by something very tall. A Ringwraith. "Awake! Awake!", it hissed. The Elf was awake so sudden that he felt dizzy the first moment. "What?", he tried to ask but he noticed he was still dazed. He felt drugged, sick, and he only wished to close his eyes and fall into deep sleep once more. But the Ringwraith would not let him. Ariel: Did they use Athelas on him? "You are so beautiful!", it whispered. "I had noticed from the second I smelled you at the borders of the Woods. And now you are mine! Only mine!" Haldir struggled. "Please!", he said and realized he said it much slower than he had intended to. "Let me go! I have not done anything to you!" Murphy: Here are the barf bags. The Wraith made a sound that appeared to be a laugh. "Done nothing to me!", it repeated. "But what forbides Ash: Is the Authoress incapable of using spellcheck? me to do something to you then? Oh, you are so beautiful..." Its face came near to Haldir's and touched his soft white skin. The touch felt ice cold, and Haldir jerked back. The Ringwraith laughed again. Ariel: Hello? The Nazgűl did not have corpreal forms! "You never felt a Wraith's skin before, did you?", it asked. "Never felt the bones and the loose flesh that is dead for already centuries! I will show you everything you wish. Every inch of my sinew body. I will full you with myself!" All: *retch* Saruman: Where do you humans come up with such things? Ariel: I don't want to know! Haldir wimpered and tried to pull away so desperately. But the Wraith cuaght his wrists and quickly chained them together with a silver glittering ion Drizzt: Ion? What's next, laser blasters? chain. Haldir saw he was bound but could not do anything against it. he sank down to the floor and saw the Wraith going down with him. "Please don't do this!", he whispered hardly audible. "Please...Please..." The Wraith touched his clothes and took them between his finger bones. It opened the buttons and slowly undressed Haldir. The Elf closed his eyes not to see the desaster. Ariel: The spelling gets worse the farther down we get. Ash: It's harder to type one-handed. After a long, long time, he lay naked on the ground, the Wraith over him. Haldir looked into the blackness of the Wraith's hood in hope to find eyes to soften through his desperate looks. Saruman: Don't count on it. "I am begging you!", Haldir said one more time. "Please don't do this! Please put on my clothes again! I am much better looking when I am happy!" Ariel: I don't remember ever seeing Haldir happy. Ash: What I would like to know is how he ended up here. The Wraith caressed his cheek. Haldir could not pull back when his head touched the stoney ground. "Be submissive!", the Wraith whispered, nearly like a friend. "I am not going to kill you. Just want you to suffer. To be my prey and slave for this one night! Only for this one night mine..." All: Tears came out of Haldir's closed eyes. he did not see the Wraith undress. Did not see the sinews that were his body, and the bones that held everything together. It might have been better not to see it. Ariel: I am not arguing with you there. "Be brave!", Haldir told himself. "Think of your beloved brothers! Don't die! They cannot go on without you! Ignore the Wraith! It is not hurting you! It is doing nothing! Nothing!" Ash: Now he's in denial. Ariel: Nothing? Nothing? NOTHING? Nothing, tra la la? Harry: Great, now your quoting whatshisface. Ariel: Jareth? Harry: Yeah, him. But when the Wraith entered him, its cold of death penetrated his opening, Haldir screamed, screamed and screeched as he had never done before in his life. Harry: *yawns* Ariel: *snores* Ash: *pulls out a book on Quantam Physics and starts reading it* ____________________________________________________ Gríma pressed his hands against his ears. He could not hear the Elf scream. He could not bear he had not rescued the Elf from his tormenters. But what would he have been able to do, actually? Ash: Good question. Anyway, Gríma got mad when he heard Haldir screech in agony and fear. Why this Elf, why this beautiful Elf? Murphy: He 'got mad'? Good for him. Now stop moping around and do something. ____________________________________________________ Haldir was rocking under the Ringwraith's thrusts, everytime hitting the stone floor with his beautiful face. It was alreay getting bruised. He tried to think of other things, nice things, but failed bitterly. It was such a torment under the Wraith. Ariel: Good god, he's not even reacting. Ash: *sarcastically* Good thing nothing bad's happening to him. When the Wraith had its climax, it quickly left the Elf's body. It turned him around so that Haldir was lying on his back now. The Elf crouched and wept quietly. Harry: How can you crouch while laying on your back? When the Wraith touched his side, Haldir jerked up. Soon the Wraith began licking the curve of the Elf's side. Its tongue felt surprisingly wet but Haldir did not know whether this was a blessing or a course. Murphy: Oh look, the Nazgűl is using foreplay. The Ringwraith worked its way up until it reached Haldir's nipples. It took one into its mouth, sucking and biting the vulnerable flesh, while its other hand was pinching the other nipple. Ariel: *pulls out pyschology homework and starts working on it* Ash: I would throw up, but stomach acid should stay in the stomach. Haldir shielded his face with his hands that were still bound with the ion Ash: How about a phaser? chains. Tears crept down his cheeks pauselessly. Suddenly the door flew open, and both Haldir and his dominator looked up. The other two Ringwraiths had entered the rooms, hoods still on their dead faces. Ash: We get the point. Saruman: Do you have to read things like this on a regular basis? Ariel: They're not usually this bad. "We heard you are already working on the Elf!", one of them hissed. "But you forget he is ours just the same as yours!" The Wraith that lay on Haldir snarled. A terrible sound in the ears of the Elf. "You can come and join me!", it said. "I already made him submissive for us! Never had a slave as acquiesitive as him!" Ariel: Pansy-assed elf! The other two Wraiths looked down onto the shivering naked flesh of Haldir and leered. "With pleasures!", one of them whispered in its wraithy voice. Then both of them undressed, too. Ariel: I would use this as a chance to catch up on my sleep, but I don't think Lloth would be happy. Soon there were three Wraiths on Haldir. One was plunging its tongue into the Elf's ear. The other one was licking his throat, the sensitive skin at his collum of the throat. And the third one was at Haldir's navel, kissing it, licking. They went on for a time that seemed a lifetime. Then they started even worse things than just kissing. Ariel: *deadpan* They started tickling him. One Wraith pushed its member into Haldir's mouth, forcing him to suck at it. Another took Haldir's own prick into its mouth, Ash: Clearly this was written by an adolescent teenager. Prick? doing the same the Elf was forced to do. Haldir was lifted up with his legs and felt the third Wraith at his entrance again. The ion Murphy: Proton cannon. chains made terrible sounds on the floor every time Haldir moved his hands in a desperate attempt to resist the torture. Three Wraith were fucking him at three differrent places. Haldir somehow wished to be dead, if only the pain could stop through this. Ariel: I was under the impression that Elves faded when raped. Saruman: As was I. ____________________________________________________ The door to Gríma's cell was smashed open, and before the Man could realize, the Wraiths threw Haldir onto the ground. The closed the door with a loud sound, leaving Man and Elf behind the locked wood. Quickly Gríma crawled over to the Elf who was lying crocuhed and sobbing on the floor. Ash: How do you lie crouched? Ariel: Fade away, stupid. "Hey!", he whispered carefully. "Elf!" Gríma touched Haldir to show him he wasn't alone, but the Elf jerked up and tried to crawl away in panick. "No!", Ash: Idiot, you don't touch someone after they've been raped. Gríma called to soothe him. "I am not hurting you! I am a friend! Do you remember?" Haldir looked up, terrified blue eyes. But then he recognized Gríma. Haldir wrapped his arms around his nakes body. "Why are you here?", he asked, still puzzled and dazed. "You let yourself be incarcerated just to protect ME! I.. I... What...?" Saruman: We agree, Elf. Why would he do that? Gríma is nothing if not a self-preservationist. "Shhh!", Gríma interrupted. "Be quiet, Elf!" He took off his cloak which left him wearing only his underdress and moved over closer to haldir. The Elf still tried to pull back because he feare Gríma would proceed to do the same as the Wraiths. But he was calmed when Gríma wrapped the cloak around Haldir's shoulders, to warm the Elf and give him sheltering clothes. Murphy: Because a cloak counts as clothes, and will protect him so much if the Nazgűl come back for seconds. "You are the most wonderful creature I have ever seen!", Gríma said. His eyes studied every inch of the Elf's face. Ariel: Elves generally are. Ash: It's rude to stare. "I could not have let them take you with them without even trying to prevent you!" Haldir did not understand. "What is your name?", he asked, when he had finally manage to calm down and form a sentence. "Gríma!", Gríma said. "From Isengard!" Murphy: Now the Elf will kill him because that's where the Uruks came from. Haldir nodded. "I am Haldir of Lórien!", he said. Gríma smiled. All: ![]() Ariel: Seriously? He trusts him, just like that? He carefully moved closer until he touched the Elf with his legs. Then Gríma opened his arms for an embrace. Haldir hesitated but then let go and fell into Gríma's arms. Drizzt: Disgusting. They hugged each other, Gríma holding Haldir, for hours, as it seemed. "We will get out of here!", Gríma whispered into Haldir's face. "I promise you that!" Haldir nodded and leaned back into Gríma's arms. They held each other and did not let loose. Tears ran down their cheeks. They were saved. Ariel: How? Saruman: Oh goody, it's over. Review Here |
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