Okay here it is! Chapter three!
Just a quick warning to those of you who are sensitive; this is an M rated, F*CKED UP version of Thorin and therefore he will be doing some f*cked up, graphic things, so don't say i didn't warn you : )
Also, i usually dont like it when modern swears are used in Hobbit fanfics, but I think this story needs some crudeness, so there will be a few f-bombs and b-words, however they will be used sparingly : D
Thank you all sooooo much for your wonderful support and I promise things aren't as bad as they seem for Briseis, or at least they'll start to look up soon. : )
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Briseis was shivering, her smooth white skin riddled with goose bumps as a sombre looking woman dressed in white led her down the cavernous halls of the Kingdom of Erebor.
The palace was surprisingly bright and airy, sunshine glinting upon the hundreds of jewels that were encrusted along the vast blue walls.
But the girl with the steel grey eyes barely noticed her surroundings as her mind was blank and all she let herself think about was the throbbing pain that coursed through the right side of her face.
She was still naked and chained, and as she continued to follow the woman to King Thorin's chambers, she heard the questioning whispers and felt the curious stares upon her.
A shiver ran down the girl's spine at the recollection of the Dwarf's stiff flesh grazing against her bare thigh; Briseis' stomach heaved as she let her guard down for a split second and thought about what the King would do to her when he had her alone...
"Go straight down the corridor- first door to your left."
The woman had a very bizarre accent and Briseis wondered where she was from and how long she had been trapped here for.
"Good luck."
The woman stared pointedly at her and gave a small, sad smile before she turned around to leave.
Briseis sighed.
It was probably not a good sign if another one of the Privileged felt pity for you.
The girl was left with a heavy heart as she stood facing a pair of oak doors with brass handles as big as her head.
Reluctantly she pulled them open as best as she could manage with her shackles and waddled along through the opening.
Immediately Briseis felt a difference in the air as the door slammed shut behind her; it was dank and musty in the narrow corridor and there were hundreds of flickering candles that lit the sides of the ancient looking walls.
The flames cast foreboding shadows across her path and the girl had to take a deep, shuddering breath to calm her nerves.
How pathetic she must seem; cowering - naked and alone in the dark.
She was a fighter, and in that very moment, she promised to make every waking moment for Thorin a living hell until he decided to kill her or let her go.
With that thought in mind, Briseis held her chin up high and trudged along slowly, the shackles and chains around her ankles clanking loudly in the dead quiet of the eerie corridor.
After what seemed like eons, the girl finally found herself in front of a huge iron door with a single crystal handle which hung right in the centre.
Unsure of what to do, she unsteadily reached out and grabbed a hold of the smooth, cold handle, letting it drop back down with a resounding thud that seemed to reverberate along the stone walls.
After what seemed like a few seconds of cringing in silence, the girl with the grey eyes carefully pushed upon the heaving iron door, all the while holding her breath as her heart beat frantically in her chest.
She half expected King Thorin to be waiting behind the door to attack her, but as she swung it wide, she could see nothing except a strange yellowish hue emanating from inside the room.
Briseis slowly made her way into the King's enormous chambers; and it was like she had stepped into a dragon's lair.
Every single square inch of the room was littered with gold, jewels, precious metals, trinkets and ornaments of all kinds. They weren't fashioned in any particular way, but simply strewn upon the giant four poster bed in the centre of the room, or in great heaping mounds across the stone floor. There were even pearl necklaces and sapphire pendants dangling from some of the many torches upon the walls.
The girl tried to keep her jaw off the floor at the sight of all the marvellous riches, she wondered what on earth one dwarf could possibly do with all of this treasure. In fact, she was so entranced by the gold that she didn't even notice the shadowy figure which had crept up behind her.
Suddenly, something on the floor in front of Briseis glinted, catching her eye instantly.
It was an amethyst.
It glittered beautifully - purple and violet in the firelight- as she knelt down carefully in an attempt to examine the stone further.
Enthralled by the shining gem, she got down on all fours, her face close to the ground.
She had never seen something so wonderful, only drawings and pictures of such beautiful stones.
Then, as if to remind her of the cruel reality of her circumstances, she felt a huge hand close around the back of her throat and she cursed herself for letting her guard down, knowing it was useless to struggle.
"How I will enjoy fucking you like this. Bent over and on all fours, just like the animal you are."
King Thorin tightened the grip around the girl's neck and Briseis grit her teeth – if she ever got the chance, she would stab him through the heart.
The Dwarf released his grip on her throat only to knot a fist into her hair, painfully yanking the girl up off the ground by her long, dark tresses and bringing her to face him.
His eyes seemed dark even though the yellow hue of gold reflected like a sick, swirling cloud in his blue irises as he glared at her hungrily.
"Try it and I will castrate you." Briseis' voice was steady despite her racing heart, and she watched as Thorin's lips curled into a twisted smile.
To her great disgust - the girl found her stomach fluttering at just how handsome the King truly was, at how normal he seemed when he smiled.
Even if there was a hint of delusion behind his grin.
"What charm you have. And to think, I was going to pick you based on beauty alone." The King was sneering, and he let one of his hands slide slowly down her back until he reached her rear.
The Dwarf locked eyes with her, silently daring Briseis to protest against his touch as his hand roamed further down her body, slowly inching his hand between her legs.
"Are you not going to spit on me?"
His expression was unreadable, his voice steady and calm, and unlike before, there was not a touch of sarcasm in his words as he stared at the girl with burning blue eyes.
The King's touch left a hot trail across her skin and she shifted uncomfortably, her ears filled with the sound of pumping blood. His fingers stopped just at the bottom of her backend but he did not move his hand.
Briseis did not respond, she simply glared at Thorin defiantly, refusing to cooperate.
The fist at the back of her head tightening painfully before the Dwarf began to speak, his eyes never leaving hers.
"You see, I did not find it very amusing when you dishonoured me in front of my subjects like that. Did you?"
And for some reason beyond the girl's comprehension, instead of behaving or cooperating like any other normal person would have, a small smile played across her lips as she answered.
"I thought it was fucking hilarious, My Lord."
There was a moment of complete silence and Briseis rejoiced in her small victory against the terrible dwarf king, but the happiness was short lived.
She suddenly felt the King lock his grip in her hair before she was flung across the room, hitting her forehead on the edge of the wooden bed frame.
Stars swam in front of Briseis' eyes as she tried to sort through the blinding pain that threatened to split her skull open. It took every ounce of self control not to cry out in pain, but she managed somehow to keep silent.
She sat there for a few seconds in a dishevelled heap, unable to see properly through the tears that stung her grey eyes before groggily pulling herself together.
One hand clutching her head while she tried to pull herself up off the cold, hard, ground with the other; determined not to let Thorin see her pain.
But the Dwarf King simply strode along calmly and grabbed her by the neck again, pulling her up by the throat and pushing her onto the bed, face down.
"Lift up your backend."
The girl's head felt as though it were stuffed with cotton, throbbing loudly in her ears, but she could hear the murderous tone in the Dwarf's voice.
A second had barely passed when a smooth, hard palm connected with her rear.
The slap echoed across the room as Briseis felt her face flush with the stinging sensation on her back side.
"I will not repeat myself."
The girl reluctantly lifted her bottom half up into the air when Thorin began unravelling the chains that tied her ankles together; making her think for a split second that he was going to release her.
But then she felt him spread her legs apart and tie each end of her shackles to a thick wooden post on his bed.
Her grey eyes began to water again, not with pain or fear or hopelessness, but with anger. She tried to move her legs, to close them together, but there was no use.
There was a moment of silence as the Dwarf stepped away from Briseis, fiddling with something while humming a tune happily as though he was taking a stroll through the garden.
Then she heard the sound of clothing fall to the ground.
The girl's stomach heaved and her breathing became heavy.
"What is your name?"
The King's voice was gruff and commanding, but when he did not get an answer from her, he simply pressed his bare, rigid manhood on the back of her thigh, slowly stroking himself as he watched her cringe.
"B-Briseis." The girl's head was spinning, whether it was from the hit to the head or the fact that she was about to have Thorin's member shoved inside her, she couldn't tell.
"You see, I'm trying to decide on how to punish you..." The Dwarf King paused and suddenly she felt a pair of thick, calloused fingers press up against her womanhood and before she could stop herself, she began to thrash violently.
But Thorin simply laughed, it was a hollow sound that boomed like thunder in the dim room as he subdued Briseis, placing an elbow at the base of her spine to keep her from moving.
"Should I make you scream? Beg for mercy?"
Briseis felt a cold bead of sweat trickle down her forehead at his words, frantically trying to think of an escape.
His voice was as if he were discussing the weather when the girl suddenly felt his fingers return to where they had been, massaging the small spot of bliss between her legs in slow little circles.
The girl tried desperately to keep her mind off of the wonderful sensation that seemed to build down there, but despite her efforts, the King's fingers were soon wet with her pleasure.
The moisture seemed to arouse the Dwarf, ripping a deep growl from his within his throat -like some sort of feral animal - when she felt him press his swollen member against her opening.
Briseis grit her teeth and screwed her eyes shut, disgusted with herself at allowing her body to cave into the sick pleasure forced upon her.
"Perhaps I'll just fuck you for now and save the punishment for later."
And just as he was about to shove his manhood inside of Briseis- just as she was about to scream - there was a loud, resounding bang on the door and the Dwarf stopped.
The girl could barely hear what the King said over the sound of her heart beat; her head was spinning and she was covered in a thin sheen of sweat.
But whatever he had said, it must have been permission for whoever was knocking to come in, as the iron door slowly creaked open.
"What do you want?" Thorin barked.
Whoever it was did not respond for a while as they must have been caught off guard by the bizarre sight before them - a naked girl with her legs spread apart, chained and face down on a mattress while a fully erect King Thorin stood behind with his pants down, just about to enter her.
"Speak!"
"M-my King, there is urgent news from Lake Town; Bard is here to see you."
The speaker was male, his voice was light and gentle and Briseis thanked the stars and everything else she could think of for sending whoever this was just in time to save her.
The Dwarf did not respond, he simply sighed in frustration and moved his member from between her legs before he stepped away from her and picked up his breeches.
He made his way out of the room without so much as a second thought to the woman who was tied up in his bed.
And with that, she heard the heaving door slam shut and both of their heavy footfalls fade down the hall until they finally disappeared.
Then, despite all of her strength and courage, Briseis began to weep uncontrollably.