Moria's Revenge, Chapter 5: Shamed
Diclaimer: *sniff* it's not mine *sob* Tolkien owns everything! *WHAAAAAHHH!*
WARNING! Rape and torture in this chapter! Do NOT say I didn't warn you! It's nassssty orcssses hurting poor prrrecssssioussss Pipssses. *grrrrr*
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Pippin trembled on the ground. Orc faces were all around him, their pointed teeth bared in hideous grins. //Why do they want me? What are they going to do? Please just make it stop!// Pippin had no idea what more the orcs could do to him, the lashing had been painful enough, and he had never heard of anything else.
"C'mon lads!" Said Lugsta. Let's hobble up our little pony so's it can't run off!" The orc finally manged to take Merry's scarf away from Pippin, and used it to secure his bound hands to the rock. Pippin was now on his back with his hands above his head, draped over the stone, and comletely helpless. Fresh tears started down his cheeks.
"Har, little pony! Youse knows what's gonna happen ter you, doncha!" Crugsyl was suprised when Pippin shook his head slightly, as he was still scared into silence by the orc's earlier threats.
"Garn, ain't 'e an innocent one, eh, Crugsyl?" another orc commented.
"Should we tell it? Har, har, don' know if it would understand any of it, nohow!" Lugsta looked down at Pippin's small body in a way that gave the frightened hobbit shivers. //Why is he looking like that, what IS 'like that', oh help me Merry, come, please, no don't, I'm not fit to be with you or the Fellowship...// Crugsyl spoke again, this time directly to Pippin.
"So, you don' know what we gonna do? Hmmm? P'raps you'd like a chance to keep us from doing it?" Pippin nodded his head vigorously. "Har, har, but if'n you doesn't try your hardest, I can't guarantee what me an' the lads 'll 'ave ter do!" Pippin simply stared up at him with fear in his wide, guileless eyes.
"I-I'll do whatever you w-w-want M-M-Mister, er orc. P-Please just let me go." Pippin whispered. His throat was too raw from his earlier screams to produce any louder sounds. //no, fool of a took! you shouldn't let yourself off this easy, this is your fault, it's only fair for killing Gandalf...// Crugsyl grabbed Pippin and untied him from the rock, shoving him to his knees in front of the other orcs.
"Now," said Crugsyl, "beg." Pippin looked up at him in confusion. "You heard me, rat! Beg for us to stop! If'n ya don' beg hard enou', I can't be responsible for what these lads'll do ter ya!" Pippin threw himself to the ground at Crugsyl's feet.
"Oh, please, let me go, please, I just want to go home, don't do this to me, it hurts please..." The orcs all pointed and laughed at the tiny form, abasing itself before them. One gave Pippin a sharp kick in the ribs.
"You'll 'ave ter do better'n that, pony! 'ere lads! let's see what we'll miss if'n we let it go!" The orc that had spoken picked up Pippin's protesting body, and held him while another pulled his breeches free. They then dropped Pippin unceremoniously to the ground, where he huddled, shivering from cold and shame. he watched helplessly as the orcs went through his things, looking for items to pillage. One orc took out his pouch of pipeweed.
"Hoy! Look at what I've found, lads! P'raps we should introduce it ter some stronger varieties, eh?" A chorus of laughter met this remark.
"Aye, it might be fun," Lugsta replied, but I want it ter be completely aware for it's 'first time', if'n youse get me meaning!" Harsh calls of agreement answered this. Pippin just lay on the ground, trying to make himself as small as possible. //don't see me I'm not here, this is all just a dream, someone will come for me, WHAT are they talking about, oh, I just want home, I want mama and papa, even Pervinca, just let this stop...//
"Our little pony 'as stopped it's whinnyin'! Think it actually wants ter go fer a ride?" A harsh voice cut into Pippin's thoughts.
"No! please..." he gasped, "I'm not worth it, I'm not worth anything, please..."
"Too late, little rat!" Crugsyl hauled him up. "Yeh've not tried hard enough, an' we can't do nought about it. You shoulda tried harder! Pippin hated himself Why was he so helpless? Why had he not tried harder? Crugsyl's large hand covered Pippin's bare upper arms, and the little hobbit was suddenly aware of how much power was held in those hands. The orc could crush him like a bug if he wanted. //that's what I am, a bug. not worth anyone's time!// The large orc picked him up and dangled him from his still tied wrists. The knot was tied in such a way that the more tension was placed on it, the tighter it became.
The other orcs hooted and whistled at Pippin's naked form. Pippin felt so exposed and ashamed, that he wished no one would rescue him, and see him like that.
"All right, boys! Wanna grab some feels afore we gets down ter business?" The roars of the other orcs were deafening. Crugsyl tossed Pippin to his comrades, //Oh, why why why didn't I beg harder...// Filthy hands caught him. What followed next was more horrible than anything that had happened before.
The claws were all over him, touching him everywhere, leaving him no place to call his own. He sobbed in fear and despair. //nononono don't touch me there, please just leave me alone, no...// he felt as if the orcs were smothering him, pressing in from all sides. He was jerked back and forth several times, as differnent orcs wanted him simultaneously. His legs were forced open, and strong dirty hands fondled him, causing unbeliveable humiliation. He shut his eyes, and tried to think of other things //Merry... no, not Merry, won't bring him near this...// Then a pair of all too familiar hands grabbed him.
"Aw, c'mon Crugsyl! We was just gettin' warmed up!"
"Well, it's warmed up enough, I sez! We only got ternight, an' I can't wait nomore!" Crugsyl retorted.
"Hey! Yer goin' ter take the first turn, aincha? Why do you get it?"
"'Cause I'm the one as killed Risknar, see? An' I can kill you! Sides,as this is it's first time, it won't matter 'oo goes first, it'll all be first for it see?" As this was a rather convoluted arguement, Crugsyl took advantage of the other orcs' confusion and dragged Pippin to the rock, this time tying him face down.
"'ere, boys! 'old the pony still!" Pippin bit his lip again to keep from crying out in fear as swarthy hands gripped his arms and legs, making him even more helpless. Pippin's tears rolled down his cheeks freely. He was almost wishing that he was back being touched by the orcs, instead of here about to have whatever Crugsyl was planning done to him. He whimpered softly.
Crugsyl heard the small noise and felt himself harden. He was in complete control of this tiny creature's life or death. It was the most satisfying feeling on Middle-earth. Positioning himself behind Pippin he leaned forwards and whispered into his ear.
"I'm gonna give yer one last chance. If'n yer try very hard, p'raps I'll stop!" Pippin began to cry louder and plead with the orc to just let him go. Pippin's cruel tormentor chuckled. The little insect still actually believed that he might let it go!
Pippin's face was being rubbed in the dirt by the orc that was holding him down. It smelled horrible. He could sense some movement behind him. Then a cold, greasy claw began to stroke his back, then down his legs, and finally up his thighs. Pippin's body trembled in anticipation, but Pippin did not know for what.
Crugsyl drew back for a last look at Pippin's unspoiled body. Then he began.
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"Ah, yer a good little lay! Har!" Crugsyl rose from his knees, his loathsome weight finally leaving Pippin's back. "Who's next?" He laughed. "Which 'o you lads is next? Rat's good as a wench!" There was an immediate press towards Pippin, as seeing Crugsyl ravish him had stoked their own lusts. Pippin merely lay still, in a state of shock from what had just happened. Then another weight pressed down on him. He whimpered again. //not again, please no, I can't live through another one, please, I'm going to die...//
"Har! Giddyap, Pony!" Bellowed the orc behind him. Soon his world narrowed to the searing pain. He blacked out several times, but whenever he woke up, he was still in hell.
Finally, he became aware that there was not any orc using him. He was left alone for the moment. The small part of his mind that had been pleading for salvation seemed to have been silenced. He did not want any of his friends to see him like this, or to know what had happened to him. Hot tears rolled down his cheeks, but he had no strength to make any sound.
"Oy, Lugsta! Yeh've not gone for a ride yet! Why don' ya take a turn?" Pippin trembled.
"Ah, I've just been a-wonderin' if'n I shouldn' take a look in our little horsey's mouth, eh lads?"
Pippin would have vomited if he had any food in his stomach. Instead he dryheaved around the orc. He was already semiconcious from lack of air. But then Lugsta withdrew, and the hands holding him let go, and he fell to the ground, a broken toy to be discarded.
Pippin whimpered and tried to crawl away, his mouth hanging open with semen and blood dripping from it and his backside. He could not move his legs, but using his tied hands (still bound with Merry's scarf) he pulled himself forwards a few fingerlengths at a time. The orcs stood around him and guffawed at his tenacity, but soon he had no more strength to move, and he lay still.
"'ere, Crugsyl. We'd best get a goin'. It's almost daylight."
"Aye, an' we don' want no searchers from it's group comin' after it neither."
"Oh, yer won't have ter worry abou' them's as were with it. Me an' Oidit laid out a right purty false trail fer them ter follow!"
"Yeah, an' youse gone an' drug me fer no few miles ter do it!" the other orcs found this very amusing. "What should we do wi' it's clothes?" An orc gestured to the now very dirty pile of garments that in a heap. They were even more soiled than they had been, as several of the orcs had used them to wipe themselves off after raping Pippin.
"Leave 'em. You villyuns 've got everythin' out 'o 'em." Pippin was picked up and set on his feet, but fell down again. The orcs gave him another swig from the flask, and though it burned his raw throat horribly, he felt some strength returning to him. It was not enough for him to walk, or make him care about what was going to happen to him. Crugsyl unwrapped the scarf from around his wrists and replaced it with a thin cord that cut into his flesh. Pippin opened his mouth and exhaled sharply, a silent cry. One end of the scarf was tied around his neck, and Crugsyl took the other end in his claw.
"Come along, Pony!" Crugsyl jerked on the scarf and, nearly choking, Pippin was flung forwards a few paces. The orcs set off, dragging Pippin, down a narrow path between the rocks. Often one would come up beside him and give him a boot to the ribs or groin. Finally Crugsyl picked him up. "Now, lads, let's not 'ave ye tirin' yerselfs out. We've got a full day of cave patrol when we gets back, and yer knows it!" After climbing up a small hill side, the troop came to the yawning mouth of a cave. Just before the black opening engulfed him, Pippin looked back. The dawn was just breaking.
*** A/N: You guys are all so kind, wonderful and SWEET! *winks at Niere*