Title: Rape
Rating: PG-13/R
Summary: Bookverse. Set during Merry and Pippin's captivity by the orcs, when Grishnákh searches them for the Ring.
"Gollum, Gollum!"
The harsh gutturals scratched Pippin's dry throat, but he held back any other noise as the hulking orc paused in his search.
"Oh…" A sharp exhalation as the monstrous shape smirked evilly, baring yellowed and broken fangs, "So that's what he means, is it? O ho! Very, ve-ry dangerous, my little ones…"
Pippin tensed, terrified, not daring to move. Then Merry spoke.
"Perhaps. And not only for us. Still, you know your own business best. The question is, I suppose, do you want it? And what would you give for it?"
Grishnákh sneered, "Do I want it? And what would I give for it?" He trailed off, and then dealt Merry a terrible blow, leaving him crumpled, unconscious on the wet earth. Pippin squeaked. "You miserable, undergrown maggot! You think you're in any position to be bargaining with me? I am Grishnákh, messenger of the Dark Tower! And as for you, my dear, tender little fool…" he turned on Pippin, "There are ways of making little people talk, you know, when they get mixed up in business too big for them."
Pippin closed his eyes desperately, readying himself for some terrible pain, but all that came was a sudden rush of cold air and a frantic terror as his trousers were ripped off.
"No! Please! I haven't got it, I swear I haven't! Don't touch me, you brute- ahh!"
Grishnákh cuffed him violently, dashing the tears from his eyes, leaving four angry red gashes on his cheek. He whimpered, biting down on his lip 'till it bled, concentrating on the pain in his cheek, trying to distract himself from worse pain to come.
The orc dragged a claw over the hobbit's pale smooth buttocks, leaving a trail of filth and blood, smiling sadistically at the way Pippin shuddered mutely beneath him.
Pippin felt his flesh rip and he screamed.