A/N Too tired to write an A/N except that it's my birthday and I'M FINALLY
14!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Um, and this chapter rating is PG-13 just so you know.
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Merry just stared at the wizard, not able to say a word. And even if he could, he wouldn't dare. The wizard gave a false smile.
'Why, hello there. Woken up already?' Merry searched his mind and found something.
'Pippin....where is Pippin?' Saruman put his hand on his chest and leaned back dramatically.
'Oh how touching. You're so concerned about him it's the first thing you ask.' Merry grew worried.
'Where is he?' he said, pulling at the manacles that he hadn't noticed he was wearing until now. They were also tied up to something behind him, so he couldn't move.
'Don't worry, he's all right, just didn't wake up as quick as you did. A little of a lazybones is he?' Merry was worried about his cousin but was stuck where he were. Suddenly, he heard a groan. He turned his head as much as he could until his neck was almost breaking and saw Pippin, tied up pretty much as himself.
'Pippin? Pippin?' Saruman laughed.
'A little eager are we? Why so anxious for him to wake up, you always have us!' Merry looked at the pair. One wizard who had tortured him and made him caught by orcs, and a deceiving human with a false, wicked smile.
'Oh yeah,' he thought sarcastically. 'I have you. Great.' He left them for a while and turned back to Pippin. He tried to turn his hands. It didn't work. He fought for a while with getting the metal ring to move. When he had turned it up and down a few times, it finally moved. He then used all his power to move it to the left. It only moved a few millimetres, but he repeated the same procedure uncountable times and finally, he had turned so that he could face Pippin.
'Pippin? Psst, Pip!' The pronunciation of the name made Pippin stir, which was all encouragement Merry needed.
'Pippin? Come on Pippin and wake up!' Merry's maybe not so futile attempts were stopped by Grima Wormtounge, who unlocked his manacles and lifted him up.
'Enough fun for now. Come on, we have some things to attend to.' Merry was puzzled, but supposed it would be another go of whipping and such. Grima took him into the forest and leaned down so they were on the same level. The evil smile had not left his face.
'What,' stuttered Merry, 'Are you going to do?' Grima didn't answer, but took hold of his belt and pulled down his breeches. Merry's eyes grew wide with fear and surprise as he tried to cover himself up. Grima smiled.
'No need to do that young hobbit.' Merry felt himself being turned around and pinned to the ground. He found it hard to breathe, but found a way somehow, though his nose and mouth was in the mud. He screamed right out in pain and agony when he felt his small entrance being penetrated, but the scream was somewhat muffled by the ground beneath him. The pain did not subside, but rather grew stronger with each thrust.
Finally, he felt the large man collapse down on him, seemingly finished with his business. They were both panting heavily, but by different reasons. Merry could feel the bleedings in his behind, and the world seemed to spin in front of him.
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Grima returned back to camp with the unconscious hobbit in his arms.
'Enjoyed yourself?' said Saruman. Grima nodded, smiling.
'We need to bandage him though. Very tight, so he started bleeding immediately.' Saruman nodded.
'I don't rather enjoy that kind of activities, that's why I left it to you.' He had to make clear he was still the one in charge. Grima frowned.
'You're a wizard, I didn't thing wizards could...'
'As you said, I'm a wizard. Of course I can, if I want to.' Grima shrugged, but Saruman left too soon for him to say anything.
At the same time, Pippin started to wake up.
'Merry, Merry?' The other hobbit didn't stir, but was given some kind of drink from Grima. Pippin flinched. Grima Wormtounge! And Saruman! Not again! He turned his attention back to his cousin.
'Merry? Wake up Merry, please!' To his surprise, Merry stirred and opened his eyes, that looked straight into Pippin's with a puzzled expression.
'Who are you?'
A/N My hands are filthy! I wrote a rape scene. *cleans hands again and again but they still are dirty* *sobs* I really hope you enjoyed. This is just too much. I'm only fourteen! And getting younger!
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Merry just stared at the wizard, not able to say a word. And even if he could, he wouldn't dare. The wizard gave a false smile.
'Why, hello there. Woken up already?' Merry searched his mind and found something.
'Pippin....where is Pippin?' Saruman put his hand on his chest and leaned back dramatically.
'Oh how touching. You're so concerned about him it's the first thing you ask.' Merry grew worried.
'Where is he?' he said, pulling at the manacles that he hadn't noticed he was wearing until now. They were also tied up to something behind him, so he couldn't move.
'Don't worry, he's all right, just didn't wake up as quick as you did. A little of a lazybones is he?' Merry was worried about his cousin but was stuck where he were. Suddenly, he heard a groan. He turned his head as much as he could until his neck was almost breaking and saw Pippin, tied up pretty much as himself.
'Pippin? Pippin?' Saruman laughed.
'A little eager are we? Why so anxious for him to wake up, you always have us!' Merry looked at the pair. One wizard who had tortured him and made him caught by orcs, and a deceiving human with a false, wicked smile.
'Oh yeah,' he thought sarcastically. 'I have you. Great.' He left them for a while and turned back to Pippin. He tried to turn his hands. It didn't work. He fought for a while with getting the metal ring to move. When he had turned it up and down a few times, it finally moved. He then used all his power to move it to the left. It only moved a few millimetres, but he repeated the same procedure uncountable times and finally, he had turned so that he could face Pippin.
'Pippin? Psst, Pip!' The pronunciation of the name made Pippin stir, which was all encouragement Merry needed.
'Pippin? Come on Pippin and wake up!' Merry's maybe not so futile attempts were stopped by Grima Wormtounge, who unlocked his manacles and lifted him up.
'Enough fun for now. Come on, we have some things to attend to.' Merry was puzzled, but supposed it would be another go of whipping and such. Grima took him into the forest and leaned down so they were on the same level. The evil smile had not left his face.
'What,' stuttered Merry, 'Are you going to do?' Grima didn't answer, but took hold of his belt and pulled down his breeches. Merry's eyes grew wide with fear and surprise as he tried to cover himself up. Grima smiled.
'No need to do that young hobbit.' Merry felt himself being turned around and pinned to the ground. He found it hard to breathe, but found a way somehow, though his nose and mouth was in the mud. He screamed right out in pain and agony when he felt his small entrance being penetrated, but the scream was somewhat muffled by the ground beneath him. The pain did not subside, but rather grew stronger with each thrust.
Finally, he felt the large man collapse down on him, seemingly finished with his business. They were both panting heavily, but by different reasons. Merry could feel the bleedings in his behind, and the world seemed to spin in front of him.
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Grima returned back to camp with the unconscious hobbit in his arms.
'Enjoyed yourself?' said Saruman. Grima nodded, smiling.
'We need to bandage him though. Very tight, so he started bleeding immediately.' Saruman nodded.
'I don't rather enjoy that kind of activities, that's why I left it to you.' He had to make clear he was still the one in charge. Grima frowned.
'You're a wizard, I didn't thing wizards could...'
'As you said, I'm a wizard. Of course I can, if I want to.' Grima shrugged, but Saruman left too soon for him to say anything.
At the same time, Pippin started to wake up.
'Merry, Merry?' The other hobbit didn't stir, but was given some kind of drink from Grima. Pippin flinched. Grima Wormtounge! And Saruman! Not again! He turned his attention back to his cousin.
'Merry? Wake up Merry, please!' To his surprise, Merry stirred and opened his eyes, that looked straight into Pippin's with a puzzled expression.
'Who are you?'
A/N My hands are filthy! I wrote a rape scene. *cleans hands again and again but they still are dirty* *sobs* I really hope you enjoyed. This is just too much. I'm only fourteen! And getting younger!
