Tormented
Chapter 7 - Moria's Revenge
Authors - Kookaburra and Llinos
WARNING WARNING WARNING! Graphic torture and rape in this chapter! Although Llinos did tone it down from the original, everything that happened there happens here- in more ambiguous language.
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Pippin huddled in the dark. He had been thrown into a small cell, only about ten feet in diameter. The orcs had thrown him in none too gently, and when he raised his head from the filth and detritus on the floor, he had found himself face-to-face with an old, rotting skull, its empty sockets staring, its teeth grinning in delight. Then the guard had rolled the slab over the entrance, leaving Pippin in absolute blackness. Pippin wanted to curl up and die, but every time he moved, he touched something, things he did not want to investigate further. Pippin's mouth was parched, his stomach was having an argument with his backbone, and he was feeling rather woozy from the combination of blood loss and orc brew. After several minutes, he plucked up his courage and crawled through the bones on the floor, stopping when his head bumped rock. Here he curled up, clutching his scarf, left alone with the memories of last night. He began to cry quietly, grabbing and rubbing at himself as if to fend off unseen touches.
0-***-0
Crugsyl marched with a purpose down the tunnel that led to the chief's quarters. He was feeling pleased with himself. He had managed to get a lay for himself and his mates, and also to eliminate the competition for Grishnakh, which was sure to be rewarded. Many of the common goblins bemoaned the fact that they were looked down upon by the larger Uruks, but Crugsyl actually liked that. He could do whatever he wanted, and the Uruk in charge of him would get the blame for not being able to keep his troops in line. The only risk was that he would be viewed by his commander as too much trouble to be kept alive. But Crugsyl compensated by keeping himself supplied with information that no one else could get, and so made himself too valuable to be killed. He approached the heavy door set with florin spikes that marked the boundaries to the Chief's chambers.
"Oy, Skor," he greeted the guard, "tell the chief 'at the little green-eyed rat's in the dungeon. Et were a 'ard fight, an' captain Risknar was killed, but we got 'im."
"Tha's the biggest load 'o dragon dung this side 'o Mirkwood, Crugsie. Yer killed 'im, an' yer jus' fortunate that the chief thinks yer no better'n a warg. 'E were wantin' little Green Eyes fer 'imself, an' now yeh'v gone and spoiled it fer 'im." Skor said.
"Har! Well, likes yer said, t'aint my problem! Ah'm off ter get some grub!" With that Crugsyl left down the passage, heading for the mess hall, leaving Skor the the unpleasant task of informing the Chief that his new toy had already been broken in. He knocked on the door three times.
"Whadderyawant?" came from within.
"The huntin' party's reported back, Chief. They've got Greeneyes." replied Skor, opening the door and sticking his head in. "But Risknar's gone and got hisself killed. And 'is goblins went an' used it."
"Those son's o' wargs! Ah well, at least it got Risknar out 'o the way. 'E were gettin' too ambitious, an' tha's dangerous." A very large Uruk strode into view. "Is our little guest in good enough shape ter still be amusing?"
"I don' know. Crugsyl jus' told me two 'eartbeats ago."
"Well, Skor, le's jus' pay our pet a visit. I migh' jus' let the lads have it. I only want it kept alive fer a day or two. Then we can avenge the Dark Fire." The pair's hideous laughter rang down the corridor.
0-***-0
Pippin winced when the light, dull as it was, hit his eyelids. He peeked over the folds of the scarf at the portal. Two figures were silhouetted by the red torchlight. Pippin felt self conscious at this. He was exposed and helpless, being stared at by two strangers who he could not even see. He whimpered and curled into a ball again. //Why are they here, why can't they just leave me alone// The sound of heavy footsteps crunching dry bones approached. Pippin shook harder. //oh don't touch me leave me alone, PLEASE don't touch me I'll beg harder this time please...// A boot dug into his shoulder.
".'e seems pretty poor off chief. May'ap 'is mind's gone a'ready." Said the orc.
"Naw, Skor. 'E's jus' wantin' some fodder and drink's all. If'n 'e's gone loony a'ready, we c'n still give it to the lads. Jus' s'long's they keep it breathing I don' mind. Not now." At these words Pippin sobbed. He had learned all too well what the 'lads' would do to him if he were in their possession.
"No, please," he croaked, voice hoarse from screams and lack of water, "just let me go, leave me alone, please just let me die..." The orc addressed as 'Chief' gave a loud barking laugh.
"See? 'it's still alive an' in its mind. The lads might be makin' us Uruks some entertainment soon." then the voice addressed Pippin. "Yer know why yer here, worm?" Pippin shook his head warily. He remembered what happened the last time an orc had asked him a question he didn't know the answer to. "I figger'd as much. Yeh've no proper sense of guilt fer that grey man's death, nor our loss, do yer?" Pippin wept harder. Being reminded of Gandalf's death and his part in it also reminded him that he deserved whatever he got. He should not wish for rescue. Besides, the others were probably glad to be rid of him. Aragorn was always scolding him for one thing or another, Legolas was nice, but a bit aloof, Gimli did not seem to care about anyone.
//Maybe Frodo or Merry. Sam's Frodo's servant, he doesn't have feelings for me, but Frodo shouldn't worry about me, he has the Ring to think of and Merry, oh, Merry, don't be angry with me for killing Gandalf please, just go with the others; you idiot, of course that's what he's going to do, do you think he wants you after what happened last night? Merry loves me I know he does; but can he forgive what I did? You've been with orcs, defiling yourself, it's all you deserve...//
"This is all yer deserve, after throwin' tha' rock down th' well. now its yer fault fer our Balrog's death, and yer wizards. We'll keep yer alive, et's more generous'n what yer travlin' mates'd do for you. If'n yer good, yeh'll be treated good, but if'n yer bad, et's yer own problem what happen's ter ya."
The big orc that had been standing in front of Pippin now reached down and stood Pippin up. he took a collar and lead off of his belt and buckled it tightly around Pippin's neck. The lead had a chain end with spikes, threaded around the collar, so that if any pressure was put on it they tightened around the wearer's throat. Next manacles were put on his wrists and ankles. A heavy chain ran between them, but it was too short to allow Pippin to stand up. He was forced to get down on his hands and knees.
"C'mon little pup. HEEL!" Laughed the Uruk, giving a cruel jerk to the chain, causing the spikes to dig into Pippin's soft skin. His face burning with humiliation, Pippin crawled on all fours as fast as he could. But it was never fast enough.
0-***-0
Skor burst through the doors of the mess hall, dragging Pippin after him. He had the little rat's scarf in his hand. It had been quite a trick to get it away. He had the notion that Crugsyl and Lugsta would put it to good use. The hall was mostly deserted, as the orcs were either sleeping or patrolling the caves. Long tables and benches stretched across the cavern. Wargs sprawled under the tables in several places.
"Whatcha got there, corporal?" one of the five orcs in the hall asked.
"A little dinner entertainment fer youse." Skor replied. "On'y thing is, it's got ter be kept alive." Skor pulled Pippin over to a ring set in the ground by the wall, and clipped the lead to it. "'Ere," said Skor, tossing a key to the goblin, "If'n yer needs ter get 'im out 'o those chains. Oh, and it had this little rag." Skor handed over the scarf. "Seemed mighty attached to it. May'ap it'll come in useful." With that, the orc left the hall.
Pippin lay still on the cold floor, not daring to look up. He felt so low, to be chained and led around like a common animal. Harsh voices floated down to him.
"Whadderya think it is?"
"Too small fer an elf."
"But it's got elf ears."
"Baby elf?"
"Don' be an idgit! Elves don' 'ave babies!" A strong hand grabbed Pippin's face and turned it towards the light. "S'not a wench, but et's purdy's one!" A new voice broke in, one that Pippin recognized.
"Tis good's one too! Mighty fine lay las' night, right lads?" Crugsyl's patrol had just come in.
"Any one could see that, what with the blood all over it's legs, Crugsyl. Skor jus' brought it in. Said we could do whatever we wanted wi' it. so long's it's alive when he calls fer it." Shouts of approval and excitement followed this announcement.
"Har lads! We'll be able ter finish what we started! But not without a meal first." Pippin looked up at this. Although he was terrified at being near so many orcs, he was also a hobbit, and his hunger was starting to outweigh the fear. He watched as the orcs sat at the benches and ate. He followed the flagons of beer with his eyes, and thought about how good cool water would feel on his throat. His stomach began grumbling loudly at the sight of food. Whenever an orc would finish with something, it would toss it over to the wargs. The wolves would get into a brief fight, causing much merriment among the orcs. Pippin hoped some might come his way. He started observing the wargs more carefully.
Several of the lupines seemed to have favourite orcs, and would loll around on the ground at the orcs' feet, receiving scraps and an occasional pat on the head. Now wild with hunger and thirst, Pippin slowly crawled up to the orc nearest to him, a small goblin that had not been with Crugsyl's group. A few of the wargs around the goblin's feet growled when he approached, but that was all they did.
The goblin then noticed Pippin, cringing at his feet, begging for food. Pippin could not help but think what his father would say if he could see his son, begging from an orc among the dogs. //Some future Thain.//
The goblin he had chosen pointed and laughed. Pippin's cheeks burned as the others joined in. Then the orc took something off of his plate and held it over Pippin's head. A mushroom! Pippin's stomach gave a loud growl. The orcs laughed harder at this. The goblin dropped the mushroom. As Pippin's fingers closed on it, a hot, heavy weight hit him from the side and struck him to the ground. A warg had pounced on him, snarling inches from his face and squeezing the breath out of his body. A second warg shouldered the first one out of the way, and Pippin found himself in the middle of a dogfight. He tried to curl into a ball, but the struggling and growling bodies would not let him. He tried to hang on to the mushroom, but it was ripped from his hands. The mass of wolves attacked the one that had taken it, moving the tangle away from Pippin. After he felt the last warg spring away, Pippin looked frantically around for any morsel, but there was none. A tear rolled down his cheek. The orcs laughed louder than ever.
"Looks like yer little pup din't do so well, there, Crugsie!"
"Har! Et don't have nice teeth 'r claws! Frail little thing, not worth keepin' around."
"Stupid, too. Otherwise 'et woulda noticed tha' there's a water dish fer it, stead 'a eyein' our flagons." Pippin looked around, and sure enough, there was a shallow bowl filled with water that would not be used for scrubbing floors in the Shire. He crawled as fast as he could to it. His whole body was crying out for want of something to drink. With his hands manacled he could not scoop up the water and was forced to lap it. He had barely gotten a few mouthfuls when a low growl made him pause. He lifted his head, water dripping from his lips. A warg stood over him. Whimpering, Pippin crouched down as low as he could and backed away. When he was about five feet from it, the warg stopped growling, lowered its head, and drank. When he was done, there was barely enough left for one mouthful, but Pippin eagerly lapped it up.
The orcs were just finishing with their meal, and becoming bored with the antics of the wargs. This was a bad combination for Pippin. He was grabbed by his hair and hauled up. The putrid breath of an orc washed over his face.
"C'mere lads! Give us tha' key!" The orc unlocked Pippin's manacles and stood him up. Pippin's spine ached from being in a crouched position for so long. The orc had taken the lead and held it just tight enough so that Pippin had to stand on his tiptoes in order to keep the spikes away. He shook with fear. All of the orcs were staring at him. //Why are they all looking at me? Why won't they leave me alone? Oh please don't not again...//
Crugsyl spoke up once more. ".'Ere lads. Think our little whore might give us a dance?" Pippin looked up at him in horror.
"No-o," Pippin sobbed weakly, "ple-e-ase don' h-hu-urt m-e-e..." The orcs ignored him.
"I don' think it's strong enou', Crugsyl. Not fer a proper one, any ways." Said the orc holding Pippin.
"Oh, I know how ter make 'em dance! Give it 'ere. Lugsta, stop puttin' tha' hotroot on yer grub an' give some 'ere!" The orc holding Pippin handed him to Lugsta. Pippin was hiccupping little sobs, his throat too tight with fear to make a louder sound. //No, not to him, don't touch me don't hurt me again// Pippin remembered all to well that Crugsyl had been the first to abuse him the night before.
The orc that had Pippin gave a nasty smile, and put Pippin on the table, holding him down on his back. //no. .. no. no. don't touch me! let me go! don't hurt me! MERRY! PLEASE! help me anyone!...// Pippin could just raise his head enough to look down the table at what Crugsyl was doing. Crugsyl had some sort of red paste on his fingers. At a nod from him, one of the orcs took Pippin's knees, spread them and lifted them up. Pippin whimpered again.
"Har! Yeh'll be makin' purtyer noises 'n that soon, little whore! Now, dance!" With this he pushed his fingers into Pippin's abused opening. Pippin screamed. It felt as if he had been set on fire. The orcs that were holding him let go. Pippin's body and limbs jerked convulsively, and he fell off the table and onto the floor, upsetting the bench, which fell on top of him. But Pippin didn't notice, his backside was in too much pain. He had to get away from the burning agony. Pippin ran blindly, smacking into a wall and falling down, dazed. The orcs hooted with laughter. Pippin pushed against the wall several times, then ran off in a different direction, but moving his legs only made the burning increase. He fell to the ground, writhing in agony, his yells never stopping. The orcs made a circle around him jeering and kicking him whenever his struggles brought him close. Pippin's eyes watered, and his mouth dripped blood from where he had bitten his lip through. //Oh get it out! please! it burns! why? why? WHY?...//
After a while, the burning went down to a bearable level, and Pippin only had the strength to moan weakly, lying on the floor, and jerking in pain every couple of minutes.
"Now tha' our little whore 'as given us a nice dance, What say we feed it? 'Tis the on'y civilized thing ter do. An' I know it likes mushrooms." At this, Pippin raised his head, but when he met Crugsyl's eyes, he could not look into them and pushed his face back down in the dirt. "Pick it up, an' bring it 'ere. May'ap it'd like its rag 's well?" Crugsyl held up the scarf. //No, don't touch that, it's Merry's, you're not worthy to touch it; neither are you, you're lower than him; but it's Merry's scarf, and Merry gave it to me, I have to keep it safe...// Pippin made a grab for the scarf, which Crugsyl was dangling just in front of him. Crugsyl jerked it away and caught Pippin. Pippin squeaked in terror.
"C'mon little rat! We've got ter feed ya somthin' if'n yer gonna stay alive fer the chief. 'Ere, lads! give us one 'o those nice big 'shrooms." The other orcs found this hilarious, but again Pippin did not get the joke. Crugsyl took him over to a bench and sat Pippin in his lap. He held up a large, brown mushroom. Pippin's mouth was watering, he desperately wanted to eat, but he was justifiably wary of anything the orcs wanted to put into his mouth. He tried to avoid the mushroom as it was forced at him, but huge hands gripped his face and made him open his mouth.
0-{flashback}-0
Claws caught his jaw and kept him from closing it. Pippin's eyes opened and he looked around in fear. He could feel the foul breath of an orc warming his cheek, but could not move his head around enough to look at it. Then he saw another orc coming straight at him, loosening his breeches. Pippin froze in fear. // What are they going to do? What more CAN they do? Why are they holding me like this? Oh just let me die!//
0-{end of flashback}-0
Crugsyl broke off a piece of the mushroom and stuffed it down Pippin's throat. Pippin gagged on the huge finger, but managed to swallow the piece of fungus. Crugsyl repeated the gesture until the mushroom was all gone. By that time, Pippin was not really scared anymore. He was rather warm though, and having trouble focusing. His vision swam, and he felt like lead weights had been tied to his limbs.
The orcs watched Pippin's behaviour with amusement. The mushroom had been of a variety known as "Valar's Gate" for their hallucinogenic properties. The drowsiness and sense of well-being would soon be replaced by disorientation and hallucinations. Crugsyl pushed Pippin off of his lap. Pippin hit the floor with a thud, and sat staring at the ground. His head rolled from side to side and he began to hum.
Pippin was far away, back in the green fields of the Shire, playing with Merry. They were singing an old drinking song Merry's uncle Rorimac had just taught them. Pippin smiled. Good old Merry. Merry was always nice to him. Not like Ted Sandyman. Pippin frowned as he had a vision of Ted beating him when they were small children. Sometimes his father hit him too. The mushrooms effects made Pippin's mind superimpose the deserved spankings with the pain and fear of the bully's beatings. Pippin curled into a ball. He had deserved Ted's brutality, just like he deserved what the orcs had done to him.
Lugsta watched the little creature with interest. He always liked watching captives on the mushrooms, one could see every emotion they were experiencing on their faces. The little rat had gone from sitting in the dirt, humming an inane little song with a dopey smile on it's face to curled up and sobbing in fear in under five minutes. But it was time to make things really interesting. He grabbed his whip and stepped into the ring with Pippin.
Pippin looked up at Boromir. The rest of the Fellowship stood around him in a circle, laughing and pointing at him. //Boromir! Help me please, I'm so scared, I just want to go home, I'll never annoy you again, just help me please// Then he saw the cruel whip in Boromir's hand. //No, please Boromir, why are you angry with me, I'm sorry, s-s-sorry, please...// The lash descended and Pippin screamed. The fire licked his back many times, and just before he blacked out, he could see Boromir passing the whip to Strider and Legolas, and Merry turning away in disgust. //No! Merry, please. help me, I'm sorry, I didn't want to! I swear, please, MER-// Then all was dark.
0-***-0
When Pippin came to, he found himself being dragged along a rocky passageway by the arms. His wrists were bound with the scarf, and Lugsta pulled him along. The pain of the rocks and dirt scraping his whipcuts had woken him up. The big Uruk that had taken him from the cell to the mess hall was walking in front of Lugsta. They were talking.
"Look 'ere, Skor. The other lads 'avent 'ad no chance at this'n, an' their gonna grumble!"
"That's the Chief's problem. If'n 'e wants th' little maggot, then he's gonna get it. yer lads c'n 'ave what's left."
"Which ain't gonna be much, or I'm a troll!"
"So what if'n there isn't any left? Whatcher gonna do 'bou' it? 'E's the chief. It's 'is place ter tell us what ter do." Lugsta merely grumbled and gave Pippin an extra sharp jerk. They came to the door set with florin spikes. Lugsta knocked three times and entered. The voice from the cell whose owner he had not seen came out of the shadowy room.
"So, our little pup 'as decided to pay 'is 'ost a visit, 'as it?" Skor pushed Pippin forwards, and backed out the door quickly.
"Tell me if'n yer be needin' anything, Chief." Pippin raised his head and looked around. His vision was still blurry from the mushroom, and he was rather disoriented, but he could still make out the main features of the room. A large bed was directly ahead of him, against a wall. Chained next to it were two large white animals, which Pippin correctly assumed to be wargs. Partially hidden in the shadows were large mechanical contraptions that did not bear too close an inspection if one wanted pleasant dreams. On the wall next to the bed, a large fire was burning in the grate.
Heavy footsteps approached Pippin. Two large boots appeared in his sight. A hand picked him up surprisingly gently. Pippin swayed as he was set upright, but managed to keep his balance. The effect of the mushroom was fading fast. The hand reached down and caressed his cheek, then lifted his chin. Pippin did not want to see what horrible creature had him now, and shut his eyes tight. The orc turned his chin to the side. Pippin felt like a horse being judged at a fair. He could not stifle a tiny sob.
The hand that had been so gentle struck him with a force that made his teeth rattle. The only thing that prevented him from flying across the room was the hand on the lead of the collar, which drew tight choking Pippin. The hand continued stroking his face. Pippin leaned into it slightly. It felt nice after so many hours of abuse; he did not want to do anything to make it stop, and the beating start.
"Heh, heh. So, yer wants ter be here? Yer wants this?" The orc chuckled. Pippin shook his head. Another box to the ears made them ring. When he was still, the stroking resumed. The orc bent down and untied Pippin's hands, and took the scarf. Pippin wanted to cry out at this, but the memory of the punishment that followed every sound kept him quiet.
"So what're you? Yer look like a wench, a right young'n at that." The orc moved his stroking hand down to fondle Pippin. "But yer feel more like 'n adult male," he jiggled the small testicles, "'s'intresting!"
After several minutes of petting and stroking, the orc gave a tug on Pippin's lead. Pippin had to open his eyes to see where he was being led, and found himself face to face with the biggest orc he had encountered so far. Pippin's head did not even reach the orc's waist. Pippin cringed and shrank back. The orc jerked the lead viciously. Pippin stumbled forward and fell at his feet. Then the hand gently patted his head and pushed him further down to the ground. This time when the orc tugged on the leash, Pippin got up and followed immediately. He was learning.
But the orc stamped his foot on the leash, pulling Pippin back down to the ground. "Nah you stay down there, little dog, on yer hands an' knees." When the lead jerked again Pippin crawled along on all fours, terrified of disobeying this monster. The orc led him over to where the wargs were tethered. Pippin started to hang back, but at an impatient twitch of the lead, he heeled again.
The wargs did not even lift their heads as Pippin was tied with them. He cowered as far away from them as possible. The orc chuckled cruelly. There was a large platter on the table by the bed. Pippin's mouth watered as he smelled the aromas, and saw the steam rising from various dishes. The orc seated himself on the bed, and began to eat. Pippin watched the food, but whenever the orc looked at him he quickly averted his eyes. After what the goblins had done to him in the mess hall, he was not sure he ever wanted to have anything in his mouth again.
The wargs sat up, looking expectantly at the orc. Every so often, the orc would take a piece of food and feed it to them. There was no squabbling over the bits as there had been in the mess hall, only a dignified eating of the morsel. Pippin found himself drawing closer to the wargs. He was so hungry and thirsty. The blood loss was beginning to affect him, and he was feeling very tired. He wished he could go to sleep, and forget everything that had happened to him, at least for a few hours.
The orc looked at him, and patted the floor next to a warg. Pippin did not want to be punished again, and crept slowly up to the warg. The warg did not look at him, only at its master, waiting for the next bit of food. The orc picked up an apple, carefully peeled and cut it, then offered one piece to the wargs. Pippin thought of how good the apple would taste, and how the juice would help quench some of his thirst. But the orc never offered him any and kicked him when he made any sound.
Finally, when Pippin thought he could stand it no longer, the orc took a bottle of wine, and poured some into the palm of his hand. This he offered to Pippin. Pippin overcame his disgust and the remains of his pride, and lapped at the wine. They repeated this several times, until the edge was taken off Pippin's thirst. The orc chuckled again.
"Now my little pup, I'd better gives yer a name if'n yer gonna be my dog. What shall I call yer? Dogwhore - heh heh! thass a good name fer yer. Can yer say 'yes Master' - can yer?" Pip had not had much luck before, pleading for mercy, but he was not about to defy this new tormentor.
"Yes Master." He said in the tinniest voice possible.
"Whass yer new name?" The orc grabbed his hair now and pulled his face up to look at him.
"Dogwhore, Master." Pippin squeaked.
"An whadda yer gonna do to stop me killin' yer slowly right now?"
"Don't know." Pippin whimpered fearfully. The orc clouted him, making the wargs growl at Pippin and sit up.
"Master, yer call me master, don't ever forget again. An' yer better think of something yer can do real fast."
"Sorry Master," Pippin blurted in terror. "Anything Master, I d-don't know, Master." Pippin's lead was longer than those of the wargs, and this allowed the orc to pick him up and set him on the bed. Pippin quivered, curled up, and put his hands over his head. Being this close to an orc and a bed brought back the memories of Crugsyl again. The orc took his head and lifted it, so that Pippin was looking into his captor's face. A hideous smile slowly crept across the Uruk's features. He drew Pippin to him and fastened his lips over Pippin's small protesting ones. He opened Pippin's mouth and thrust his vile tongue searchingly inside. The only thought Pippin could form through his revulsion and disgust was that this was not what he had expected his first kiss to be like. The orc forced him to uncurl, and flipped him over so that Pippin's face was smothered by the dirty blanket.
"If'n youse can't think of nothin', I'd better shows yer what a Dogwhore like youse can do." //not again, please no, I'm so scared, please let me go...// Pippin could hear the sounds of clothes be removed and adjusted behind him. He did not dare to struggle or cry out after the orcs' conditioning, but silent tears slid down his cheeks. An oppressive, heavy weight pushed him farther into the mattress. He was smothering, but he could not do anything about it, he was powerless. The orc gripped his victim's hips to hold him steady. Pippin did not have the air in his lungs to cry out. The orc did not start, but lay still on top of him.
"Now little Dogwhore I'm a kind Master an' youse'll want this because you're a filthy little slut." Then a huge claw groped under him, and grasped his small member stroking it until Pippin got an erection of his own. Half mad with pain, Pippin could not control himself and bucked involuntarily. He was not feeling any pleasure, but the way his body was reacting confused him. Perhaps he really did want this, and he was a horrible person for wanting this, and behaving the way he was. Then he could not blame the orcs, they were just doing what he wanted...
The chief smiled sadistically. The little creature was reacting just the way he wanted it to. Having such control over his victims was almost as pleasurable as the release itself. The little thing was bucking and shaking under his practiced hands. The chief found the effects of pain mixed with pleasure most fascinating, and had honed his skill with many victims, but none so intriguing as this little mite.
Pippin was sweating and shaking so hard that any good done by his drink was soon going to be negated. He thought he was going to die, but the hand on his erection was making him feel things he had never felt before. His mind was reeling from trying to cope with the two opposite sensations at the same time. "Beg me to make you come and get it right." The orc suddenly threatened.
//what do I have to do// Pippin could hardly think now. //Beg him to let me come?// "Please let me come." He managed to squeal. The orc sank his teeth into Pippin's shoulder and bit him viciously drawing blood and making him cry out with agony.
"Whadda yer call me?" the orc bit him once more.
"Master! Let me come please Master, please Master." Pippin sobbed. The orc sped his thrusts, timing them with his caresses to Pippin. Pippin could not take it anymore, and shuddered a little climax. With this, the orc let loose, and quickly reached completion, oblivious to Pippin, who was trying to muffle his crying in the blanket.
"Now say thank you." The orc finished and cuffed Pippin across the head, before grabbing a handful of hair to pull his face around.
"Thank you, Master." Pippin's breathing was ragged and laboured and he was on the verge of passing out. The orc laughed and threw the little body back on the cold stone floor.
"P'raps I won't kill yer just yet, then. Nah there's still a few things I wanna do ter yer first." Pippin just squeezed his eyes shut, and lay on the hard stone, as the darkness rushed up to take him.
0-***-0
Pippin felt a heavy weight on his back and immediately tried to curl into a ball, expecting to be beaten or cuffed. He also felt an insistent scraping across his cut and bleeding back that was moist as if he were being washed with a damp cloth.
As Pippin tried to curl up the weight pressed down a little harder, keeping him in place and was accompanied by a low, threatening growl. Pippin managed to turn his head a little and saw with terror that one of the large white wargs was holding him down with an oversized paw and was steadily licking his back. If he tried to move at all the beast growled and placed its teeth across the back of his neck. It didn't bite though; it seemed to be more of a warning not to move. He lay very still.
Suddenly there was a raucous laugh from above him.
"Thass precious... She's a rare one no mistake." The warg broke off licking Pippin to look up at her master. "Did you find yourself a little hurt pup, my beauty?" He patted the warg's head and she resumed her ministrations. "See I knewed yer wus cut out ter be a dog. Heh Heh!"
Pippin, as he had always felt when he was forced to be very still, felt an irresistible urge to fidget. He also wanted to scratch. He was feeling decidedly...infested. Sharp pinpricks of pain stabbed across his scalp, evidencing the fleas he had undoubtedly picked up while on the floor with the wargs. But with the warg paying such close attention, he did not know what she would do if he moved. His curls on his feet were also now home to a host of critters that made the Midge Water marshes seem tame by comparison.
"C'mere, Icefang." At this, the bitch left licking Pippin and trotted over to the bowl the Chief had just set out. The other warg was already eating his. After a few minutes, there was nothing left except some scraps even the wargs did not want. Pippin crept slowly towards the bowl.
"Hah! if'n yer wants th' food, yer c'n have it, little Dogwhore." Pippin crawled faster. He was so intent on getting food in his stomach, he did not notice the Chief walk over to the fireplace and take out a poker that had been in the flames, and then take up a many tailed whip in his other hand.
As Pippin reached out to get the scraps, the whip cracked through the air. Pippin screamed and jumped back.
"Now, yer knows no proper dog'd eat wi' it's paws!" Pippin went forwards again, and this time lowered his mouth to the bowl. He grabbed the morsel of food in his teeth.
White-hot pain seared across his side. The orc had just jabbed him with the poker. Pippin dropped the food and tried to jump away, but the orc had a foot on his lead, and cracked the whip behind him, driving Pippin forwards towards the bowl.
"C'mon, Dogwhore! I give you somethin' an' yer don' like it! Eat!" Pippin struggled forwards to the bowl, but as soon as he got his lips on the food, the poker jabbed him again. He tried to escape, but the lead and the whip kept him going back to the bowl. Sobbing in pain and confusion, Pippin tried again and again to eat, but the orc never let him, yelling at him all the while that he had better eat what was given to him, or he would be a rude ingrate along with a filthy slut. Finally Pippin curled into a ball, and neither whip-cracks or jabs with the poker could move him. All he was aware of was the noxious smell of burning flesh, and screams coming from a long way off. //Someone should help whoever that is.// He did not realize they were his own. Finally they stopped.
"If'n yer don't want ter eat, mebbe y'll not mind not bein' able ter!" The chief picked Pippin up, and held up a cruel-looking metal device, that had leather straps attached to various parts. Pippin whimpered and shut his eyes as the orc forced his mouth open and forced the device in. It fit against his palate and around his teeth, with prongs that stuck into his jaw whenever he moved it. The leather straps held it in place. After locking it on Pippin, the gag holding his mouth open as far as it would go, the orc stepped back and looked and his handiwork.
"Har! There now, try an' eat wi' that! Ah'll be back, don' misbehave, little Dogwhore." The chief patted Pippin on the head and left.
Pippin's tears flowed freely over his cheeks. His mouth was open as far as it could possibly go, and every time he moved either his jaw or the device, It put unbearable pressure on his mouth. He lay down and curled up again, wanting to sob or yell with pain, but that only caused more. He was very cold, too, and did not dare to take one of the blankets off the bed. His eye caught something. The scarf! Its end was hanging over the edge of the table. It was not much, but it was something, and Pippin wanted to feel it and bury his head in it and smell Merry and forget everything. He took a few faltering steps, but tripped on the edge of the skin rug that lay underneath the table, bed, and in front of the fireplace. The fall jarred the gag, and Pippin cried out. He was about to struggle up again, when a whine above him made him freeze. The warg bitch was standing over him again, making odd little noises. She nuzzled him, and sniffed at the gag, and whined again. He looked up at her, and stretched out his hand to touch her on the head. She rubbed against his hand, bent down, and licked his face. He tried another time to get to his feet, but a large padded paw held him down. Looking at the scarf, he stretched his hand out in desperation to it. The warg followed the movement, got up, padded over to the table, and brought back the scarf. Pippin was in too much pain to be amazed, but it was a pleasant surprise to have the scarf suddenly in his hands. He buried his face in it, and breathed in deeply. Merry's smell was still there, but growing fainter.
The bitch curled her self around him, and he settled his head on her belly. She started licking him again, and he welcomed her warm tongue, revelling in the feeling of being comforted.
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The sound of laughter woke Pippin again. The chief was back, this time with several other Uruks. Pippin shoved his face into Icefang's side. Large hands grabbed him away, and a shove sent him stumbling to the floor in front of the orcs. Pippin stared at the three pairs of boots, trembling.
"Nah, little slut, I've asked some 'o th' lads ter come an' teach yer some manners! Which yer obviously need, as yeh've not introduced yerself ter them yet. Nah, is your name Dogwhore?" Pippin nodded miserably. "And am I yer Master?" Another nod. "Good, nah, these lads'll learn ya yer place. I get more important thin's ter do." The chief passed the key to Pippin's gag to one of the three before he left, taking the wargs with him. The bitch stopped at the doorway and looked back at him before the chief tugged her through.
The orcs were anything but gentle. They bound Pippin's hands again, and shoved him into the walls, finally stopping when he was too dazed to stand.
"Oo's first then an' which bit of it d'yer want?" Pippin dazedly noticed that the large orc that was holding him had two middle fingers missing from the hand that was wrapped round his upper arm. "How about takin' a look in its mouth?" Three fingers took out the gag, and grabbed a handful of curly hair as he forced himself onto Pippin with brutal indifference.
"Don't like you much, Frugly," One of the others laughed at Pippin's horrified face. "P'raps we can get it a bit more excited." He came forward and took hold of Pippin's genitals in both hands, working them back and forth. "See youse can't do this!" He laughed at the finger deficient orc.
"Gerroff, I'll shows yer." Frugly turned Pippin round and held him by the hips making Pippin squeal. The squeal was cut short though as the other orc simply shrugged his shoulders at the new position, loosed his own member, carried on and did what he wanted.
Frugly finished first and the third orc immediately took his place. When the orc in front completed, he stood on the lead end so that Pippin could not move and idly peed all over his head.
Frugly laughed at this and, loosening his own member again, walked over to where the hobbit was still being used and urinated over the small body.
"'ere pack it in." groaned the third orc. He finally peaked and looked at the spent little form lying on the ground and kicked it a couple of times and then he too relieved himself all over Pippin's backside.
By this time, Pippin was nearly senseless with shock and pain, and it hardly seemed to matter. After they were done they replaced the gag. The chief strode in after a while, and stood, sneering down at Pippin, who lay still in the puddle of filth.
"Well, did little Dogwhore enjoy playing with the lads?" Pippin had only enough strength for a tiny whimper. A boot kicked him in the side. "Tha's cause yer a worthless slut! not good fer anythin' but this! Tha' right?" Pippin nodded. He was starting to believe in his own worthlessness. "Good. Now we c'n get down ter fun!"
Pippin's arms were lifted, bound with the scarf, and hung on a hook that dangled from the ceiling high above. The chain on the hook ran up to a pulley, then back down to a winch, where one of the Uruks took up position and started to turn. Pippin was lifted into the air, slowly at first, but then faster and faster. His heart was pounding in his chest. As a hobbit, his preferred place for his feet was on the ground, and he had a chronic fear of heights. The orcs lifted him until he was about two man-lengths in the air. Pippin shut his eyes again; he was getting vertigo from being that high up, and there was nothing to prevent the orcs from dropping him to his death. Down below, Icefang looked up at him and whimpered. She turned to her master and nuzzled his hand.
"Heh, heh, don' worry yerself, girl. We'll return yer pup to yer, though 'e might be a little damaged." The orc winching up Pippin paused and looked at the chief. The chief nodded. The orc flipped the catch on the chain releasing it. Pippin plummeted towards the ground.
Pippin's heart went to his throat as he dropped. He only fell about two feet when he jerked to a halt. His arms ached and popped as the extra strain was put on them. Pippin moaned through the gag. The second time he was dropped his left arm gave way. Pippin gave a strangled scream as he felt his arm bones slip out of their socket. In two more drops his right dislocated. Pippin was crying in agony as they lowered him the rest of the way. When they released his arms from the hook, he slumped to the floor. They had no need of manacles now, as his arms were useless.
"An' now, little Dogwhore, yer wants ter know whats gonna happen to yer next." Pippin continued writhing in pain. "Ha, ha, you'll jus' have ter listen. When the cursed sun goes away, some lads'll take yer outside. We've been keepin' an eye on yer mates, an' we're gonna lead 'em to yer." Pippin's heart gave a leap. Were the orcs going to let him go? Was he going to be back with Merry? But then doubt set in. Did he want to rejoin them? Would they let him? After he had had congress with orcs and slept with wargs? He remembered Boromir whipping him. If they did that, would they use him like the orcs? If that was all he was good for? The chief's voice broke into his thoughts.
"But yer know how they're gonna find yer? My lads 'll tear out yer tripes, and string 'em through the trees! Yer mates'll find yer by followin' em through the forest!" Pippin wanted to throw up, and dry heaved, but the movement made the pain from the gag unbearable. But the chief was not done. "An all this 'cause yer gone and tossed that little pebble, Dogwhore! Now yer wizards dead, an' yer mates'll lose a fair bit 'o time tracking you down, only to watch yer die!"
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TBC
original reviews:
HMP the hobbit vampire jedi 2002-08-29 7 Signed hey! let me justsay that I reaaly looooooooooooove your story!
uhm, well, Il iek how it's written... I do'nt really like people tormenting poor little pipsy...
*huggles her poor little chipmuck ;)*
ok, ok, I like reading this stuff right before bed-time, yes, I am freaky, but I'm bloody old enough to read it! hehe (well, 19 more days... then I'm 17, why am I telling this? hehe)
anyway, only read to chapter 6 until now, it's midnight here, might decide to stop for a while, get soem sleep, get some eeevil dreams about pippin.
*hugs her little pipsqeeck*
ah, yes, I adore pippin, hehe.
*hugs him again*
wait, your probably not interested in me hugging peregrin, are ya? hehe.
Anyway,I adore the story so far! really do! :)
keep it up!
Java D. 2002-08-22 7 Anonymous Aww.. *sniff* Poor lil Pippin!! I love this story!! What can I say..? I'm sadistic!
Mistoffelees (lia_parisi@hotmail.com) 2002-07-23 7 Anonymous Aww..~pats IceFang~
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~eye twitches~ How..dare...they...and..with...urg...and..~convulses involuntarily~ AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII! ~runs around breaking things~ Sorry, but I just am SO angry at these orcs right now..~fumes~ THEY WILL DIE AS SOON AS I GET MY HANDS ON THEM! ~runs off to write fic about killing orcs from this story~
Story:
Me: ~runs around and kills all the orcs from the story~
Orcs: We're sorry..forgive us..
Me: NO! NOOOOOOOOOOOOO! ~bashes them with sticks and throws them into boiling magma~
End of story.
(Sorry, I might not be able to review any more chapters..only one or two more..have to get to sleep..I'll review the rest tomorrow..) Ayuthaya 2002- 07-16 7 Anonymous Poor, poor Pippin! Please stop hurting him. I can't bear to read much more but you've got me strangely hooked. Please let him escame soon! Se 2002-07-16 7 Anonymous very well written but...how much more can Pippin take? I know I can't take much more...*whimpers*
:( Pippiiiiiin....*sobs* Moonshine 2002-07-16 7 Anonymous Wow. Your story is really great so far, I felt so sorry for Pippin. Also I think your writing style is fantastic and you shouldn't worry too much about it. Please update soon. Mainframe 2002-07-16 7 Signed Hi me again!
Just finished reading chapter 7...Wow! That was...strong. I like my torture fic's to be graphic, but even I was on the verge of retching in some places. The chilli-powder scene was quite nasty. As was the Uruk gang-rape, and I have to say...well done! If your gonna write torture/ rape fic's, why hold back! And no one can accused you of that!
I like the fact that Pip's being treated by 'Master' as a dog, so in later chapters I guess he'll still respond in a similar fashion? You know after his rescue; like if someone raises a hand it's interpreted as a potential slap. He's already learnt not to make eye contact with anyone unless given a direct order. A gentle caress for comfort would sent his mind racing, what are they gonna want next? And coming to heel...possible to Merry? That would be a great thing to read, how the hell would Merry react to Pippin (HIS bright-eyed, curly haired soul-mate in mischief)acting as an animal and silently acknowledging him as his new master? Just a thought, after all, he really is quite broken now. Or would he hate and fear Merry?
I like the fact that the Warg bitch has taken him under her wing, very, very nice touch.
This was a nice surprise to find as I'd only just downloaded your work this morning, to find chapter 7 up and a nice, decent size chapter it has been! Great work, love to read more.
Jen
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shirebound 2002-07-15 7 Signed Gosh, I'm not sure I can stomach anything this brutal. Hope it doesn't get any worse!
Melanie 2002-07-15 7 Signed WOW!!!
Goodness gracious!!! This single chapter I believe, contains more torture, humiliation and degradation then all the FF I've ever read combined.
You'd like to know how you're doing on the angst? Is that a joke or something?! It's terrific! Your descriptions are so realistic. The part where you described Pippin's 'Master's' room. ... I could actually picture it.
But, what I really like about this chapter is Icefang. She treats and sees Pip as her own little pup, she cares and worries for him. My favorite part of the entire chapter is where Icefang retrieves Pippin's scarf for him, and then curls herself around him to protect him. Too adorable!
Superb job! Keep it up!
WARNING WARNING WARNING! Graphic torture and rape in this chapter! Although Llinos did tone it down from the original, everything that happened there happens here- in more ambiguous language.
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Pippin huddled in the dark. He had been thrown into a small cell, only about ten feet in diameter. The orcs had thrown him in none too gently, and when he raised his head from the filth and detritus on the floor, he had found himself face-to-face with an old, rotting skull, its empty sockets staring, its teeth grinning in delight. Then the guard had rolled the slab over the entrance, leaving Pippin in absolute blackness. Pippin wanted to curl up and die, but every time he moved, he touched something, things he did not want to investigate further. Pippin's mouth was parched, his stomach was having an argument with his backbone, and he was feeling rather woozy from the combination of blood loss and orc brew. After several minutes, he plucked up his courage and crawled through the bones on the floor, stopping when his head bumped rock. Here he curled up, clutching his scarf, left alone with the memories of last night. He began to cry quietly, grabbing and rubbing at himself as if to fend off unseen touches.
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Crugsyl marched with a purpose down the tunnel that led to the chief's quarters. He was feeling pleased with himself. He had managed to get a lay for himself and his mates, and also to eliminate the competition for Grishnakh, which was sure to be rewarded. Many of the common goblins bemoaned the fact that they were looked down upon by the larger Uruks, but Crugsyl actually liked that. He could do whatever he wanted, and the Uruk in charge of him would get the blame for not being able to keep his troops in line. The only risk was that he would be viewed by his commander as too much trouble to be kept alive. But Crugsyl compensated by keeping himself supplied with information that no one else could get, and so made himself too valuable to be killed. He approached the heavy door set with florin spikes that marked the boundaries to the Chief's chambers.
"Oy, Skor," he greeted the guard, "tell the chief 'at the little green-eyed rat's in the dungeon. Et were a 'ard fight, an' captain Risknar was killed, but we got 'im."
"Tha's the biggest load 'o dragon dung this side 'o Mirkwood, Crugsie. Yer killed 'im, an' yer jus' fortunate that the chief thinks yer no better'n a warg. 'E were wantin' little Green Eyes fer 'imself, an' now yeh'v gone and spoiled it fer 'im." Skor said.
"Har! Well, likes yer said, t'aint my problem! Ah'm off ter get some grub!" With that Crugsyl left down the passage, heading for the mess hall, leaving Skor the the unpleasant task of informing the Chief that his new toy had already been broken in. He knocked on the door three times.
"Whadderyawant?" came from within.
"The huntin' party's reported back, Chief. They've got Greeneyes." replied Skor, opening the door and sticking his head in. "But Risknar's gone and got hisself killed. And 'is goblins went an' used it."
"Those son's o' wargs! Ah well, at least it got Risknar out 'o the way. 'E were gettin' too ambitious, an' tha's dangerous." A very large Uruk strode into view. "Is our little guest in good enough shape ter still be amusing?"
"I don' know. Crugsyl jus' told me two 'eartbeats ago."
"Well, Skor, le's jus' pay our pet a visit. I migh' jus' let the lads have it. I only want it kept alive fer a day or two. Then we can avenge the Dark Fire." The pair's hideous laughter rang down the corridor.
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Pippin winced when the light, dull as it was, hit his eyelids. He peeked over the folds of the scarf at the portal. Two figures were silhouetted by the red torchlight. Pippin felt self conscious at this. He was exposed and helpless, being stared at by two strangers who he could not even see. He whimpered and curled into a ball again. //Why are they here, why can't they just leave me alone// The sound of heavy footsteps crunching dry bones approached. Pippin shook harder. //oh don't touch me leave me alone, PLEASE don't touch me I'll beg harder this time please...// A boot dug into his shoulder.
".'e seems pretty poor off chief. May'ap 'is mind's gone a'ready." Said the orc.
"Naw, Skor. 'E's jus' wantin' some fodder and drink's all. If'n 'e's gone loony a'ready, we c'n still give it to the lads. Jus' s'long's they keep it breathing I don' mind. Not now." At these words Pippin sobbed. He had learned all too well what the 'lads' would do to him if he were in their possession.
"No, please," he croaked, voice hoarse from screams and lack of water, "just let me go, leave me alone, please just let me die..." The orc addressed as 'Chief' gave a loud barking laugh.
"See? 'it's still alive an' in its mind. The lads might be makin' us Uruks some entertainment soon." then the voice addressed Pippin. "Yer know why yer here, worm?" Pippin shook his head warily. He remembered what happened the last time an orc had asked him a question he didn't know the answer to. "I figger'd as much. Yeh've no proper sense of guilt fer that grey man's death, nor our loss, do yer?" Pippin wept harder. Being reminded of Gandalf's death and his part in it also reminded him that he deserved whatever he got. He should not wish for rescue. Besides, the others were probably glad to be rid of him. Aragorn was always scolding him for one thing or another, Legolas was nice, but a bit aloof, Gimli did not seem to care about anyone.
//Maybe Frodo or Merry. Sam's Frodo's servant, he doesn't have feelings for me, but Frodo shouldn't worry about me, he has the Ring to think of and Merry, oh, Merry, don't be angry with me for killing Gandalf please, just go with the others; you idiot, of course that's what he's going to do, do you think he wants you after what happened last night? Merry loves me I know he does; but can he forgive what I did? You've been with orcs, defiling yourself, it's all you deserve...//
"This is all yer deserve, after throwin' tha' rock down th' well. now its yer fault fer our Balrog's death, and yer wizards. We'll keep yer alive, et's more generous'n what yer travlin' mates'd do for you. If'n yer good, yeh'll be treated good, but if'n yer bad, et's yer own problem what happen's ter ya."
The big orc that had been standing in front of Pippin now reached down and stood Pippin up. he took a collar and lead off of his belt and buckled it tightly around Pippin's neck. The lead had a chain end with spikes, threaded around the collar, so that if any pressure was put on it they tightened around the wearer's throat. Next manacles were put on his wrists and ankles. A heavy chain ran between them, but it was too short to allow Pippin to stand up. He was forced to get down on his hands and knees.
"C'mon little pup. HEEL!" Laughed the Uruk, giving a cruel jerk to the chain, causing the spikes to dig into Pippin's soft skin. His face burning with humiliation, Pippin crawled on all fours as fast as he could. But it was never fast enough.
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Skor burst through the doors of the mess hall, dragging Pippin after him. He had the little rat's scarf in his hand. It had been quite a trick to get it away. He had the notion that Crugsyl and Lugsta would put it to good use. The hall was mostly deserted, as the orcs were either sleeping or patrolling the caves. Long tables and benches stretched across the cavern. Wargs sprawled under the tables in several places.
"Whatcha got there, corporal?" one of the five orcs in the hall asked.
"A little dinner entertainment fer youse." Skor replied. "On'y thing is, it's got ter be kept alive." Skor pulled Pippin over to a ring set in the ground by the wall, and clipped the lead to it. "'Ere," said Skor, tossing a key to the goblin, "If'n yer needs ter get 'im out 'o those chains. Oh, and it had this little rag." Skor handed over the scarf. "Seemed mighty attached to it. May'ap it'll come in useful." With that, the orc left the hall.
Pippin lay still on the cold floor, not daring to look up. He felt so low, to be chained and led around like a common animal. Harsh voices floated down to him.
"Whadderya think it is?"
"Too small fer an elf."
"But it's got elf ears."
"Baby elf?"
"Don' be an idgit! Elves don' 'ave babies!" A strong hand grabbed Pippin's face and turned it towards the light. "S'not a wench, but et's purdy's one!" A new voice broke in, one that Pippin recognized.
"Tis good's one too! Mighty fine lay las' night, right lads?" Crugsyl's patrol had just come in.
"Any one could see that, what with the blood all over it's legs, Crugsyl. Skor jus' brought it in. Said we could do whatever we wanted wi' it. so long's it's alive when he calls fer it." Shouts of approval and excitement followed this announcement.
"Har lads! We'll be able ter finish what we started! But not without a meal first." Pippin looked up at this. Although he was terrified at being near so many orcs, he was also a hobbit, and his hunger was starting to outweigh the fear. He watched as the orcs sat at the benches and ate. He followed the flagons of beer with his eyes, and thought about how good cool water would feel on his throat. His stomach began grumbling loudly at the sight of food. Whenever an orc would finish with something, it would toss it over to the wargs. The wolves would get into a brief fight, causing much merriment among the orcs. Pippin hoped some might come his way. He started observing the wargs more carefully.
Several of the lupines seemed to have favourite orcs, and would loll around on the ground at the orcs' feet, receiving scraps and an occasional pat on the head. Now wild with hunger and thirst, Pippin slowly crawled up to the orc nearest to him, a small goblin that had not been with Crugsyl's group. A few of the wargs around the goblin's feet growled when he approached, but that was all they did.
The goblin then noticed Pippin, cringing at his feet, begging for food. Pippin could not help but think what his father would say if he could see his son, begging from an orc among the dogs. //Some future Thain.//
The goblin he had chosen pointed and laughed. Pippin's cheeks burned as the others joined in. Then the orc took something off of his plate and held it over Pippin's head. A mushroom! Pippin's stomach gave a loud growl. The orcs laughed harder at this. The goblin dropped the mushroom. As Pippin's fingers closed on it, a hot, heavy weight hit him from the side and struck him to the ground. A warg had pounced on him, snarling inches from his face and squeezing the breath out of his body. A second warg shouldered the first one out of the way, and Pippin found himself in the middle of a dogfight. He tried to curl into a ball, but the struggling and growling bodies would not let him. He tried to hang on to the mushroom, but it was ripped from his hands. The mass of wolves attacked the one that had taken it, moving the tangle away from Pippin. After he felt the last warg spring away, Pippin looked frantically around for any morsel, but there was none. A tear rolled down his cheek. The orcs laughed louder than ever.
"Looks like yer little pup din't do so well, there, Crugsie!"
"Har! Et don't have nice teeth 'r claws! Frail little thing, not worth keepin' around."
"Stupid, too. Otherwise 'et woulda noticed tha' there's a water dish fer it, stead 'a eyein' our flagons." Pippin looked around, and sure enough, there was a shallow bowl filled with water that would not be used for scrubbing floors in the Shire. He crawled as fast as he could to it. His whole body was crying out for want of something to drink. With his hands manacled he could not scoop up the water and was forced to lap it. He had barely gotten a few mouthfuls when a low growl made him pause. He lifted his head, water dripping from his lips. A warg stood over him. Whimpering, Pippin crouched down as low as he could and backed away. When he was about five feet from it, the warg stopped growling, lowered its head, and drank. When he was done, there was barely enough left for one mouthful, but Pippin eagerly lapped it up.
The orcs were just finishing with their meal, and becoming bored with the antics of the wargs. This was a bad combination for Pippin. He was grabbed by his hair and hauled up. The putrid breath of an orc washed over his face.
"C'mere lads! Give us tha' key!" The orc unlocked Pippin's manacles and stood him up. Pippin's spine ached from being in a crouched position for so long. The orc had taken the lead and held it just tight enough so that Pippin had to stand on his tiptoes in order to keep the spikes away. He shook with fear. All of the orcs were staring at him. //Why are they all looking at me? Why won't they leave me alone? Oh please don't not again...//
Crugsyl spoke up once more. ".'Ere lads. Think our little whore might give us a dance?" Pippin looked up at him in horror.
"No-o," Pippin sobbed weakly, "ple-e-ase don' h-hu-urt m-e-e..." The orcs ignored him.
"I don' think it's strong enou', Crugsyl. Not fer a proper one, any ways." Said the orc holding Pippin.
"Oh, I know how ter make 'em dance! Give it 'ere. Lugsta, stop puttin' tha' hotroot on yer grub an' give some 'ere!" The orc holding Pippin handed him to Lugsta. Pippin was hiccupping little sobs, his throat too tight with fear to make a louder sound. //No, not to him, don't touch me don't hurt me again// Pippin remembered all to well that Crugsyl had been the first to abuse him the night before.
The orc that had Pippin gave a nasty smile, and put Pippin on the table, holding him down on his back. //no. .. no. no. don't touch me! let me go! don't hurt me! MERRY! PLEASE! help me anyone!...// Pippin could just raise his head enough to look down the table at what Crugsyl was doing. Crugsyl had some sort of red paste on his fingers. At a nod from him, one of the orcs took Pippin's knees, spread them and lifted them up. Pippin whimpered again.
"Har! Yeh'll be makin' purtyer noises 'n that soon, little whore! Now, dance!" With this he pushed his fingers into Pippin's abused opening. Pippin screamed. It felt as if he had been set on fire. The orcs that were holding him let go. Pippin's body and limbs jerked convulsively, and he fell off the table and onto the floor, upsetting the bench, which fell on top of him. But Pippin didn't notice, his backside was in too much pain. He had to get away from the burning agony. Pippin ran blindly, smacking into a wall and falling down, dazed. The orcs hooted with laughter. Pippin pushed against the wall several times, then ran off in a different direction, but moving his legs only made the burning increase. He fell to the ground, writhing in agony, his yells never stopping. The orcs made a circle around him jeering and kicking him whenever his struggles brought him close. Pippin's eyes watered, and his mouth dripped blood from where he had bitten his lip through. //Oh get it out! please! it burns! why? why? WHY?...//
After a while, the burning went down to a bearable level, and Pippin only had the strength to moan weakly, lying on the floor, and jerking in pain every couple of minutes.
"Now tha' our little whore 'as given us a nice dance, What say we feed it? 'Tis the on'y civilized thing ter do. An' I know it likes mushrooms." At this, Pippin raised his head, but when he met Crugsyl's eyes, he could not look into them and pushed his face back down in the dirt. "Pick it up, an' bring it 'ere. May'ap it'd like its rag 's well?" Crugsyl held up the scarf. //No, don't touch that, it's Merry's, you're not worthy to touch it; neither are you, you're lower than him; but it's Merry's scarf, and Merry gave it to me, I have to keep it safe...// Pippin made a grab for the scarf, which Crugsyl was dangling just in front of him. Crugsyl jerked it away and caught Pippin. Pippin squeaked in terror.
"C'mon little rat! We've got ter feed ya somthin' if'n yer gonna stay alive fer the chief. 'Ere, lads! give us one 'o those nice big 'shrooms." The other orcs found this hilarious, but again Pippin did not get the joke. Crugsyl took him over to a bench and sat Pippin in his lap. He held up a large, brown mushroom. Pippin's mouth was watering, he desperately wanted to eat, but he was justifiably wary of anything the orcs wanted to put into his mouth. He tried to avoid the mushroom as it was forced at him, but huge hands gripped his face and made him open his mouth.
0-{flashback}-0
Claws caught his jaw and kept him from closing it. Pippin's eyes opened and he looked around in fear. He could feel the foul breath of an orc warming his cheek, but could not move his head around enough to look at it. Then he saw another orc coming straight at him, loosening his breeches. Pippin froze in fear. // What are they going to do? What more CAN they do? Why are they holding me like this? Oh just let me die!//
0-{end of flashback}-0
Crugsyl broke off a piece of the mushroom and stuffed it down Pippin's throat. Pippin gagged on the huge finger, but managed to swallow the piece of fungus. Crugsyl repeated the gesture until the mushroom was all gone. By that time, Pippin was not really scared anymore. He was rather warm though, and having trouble focusing. His vision swam, and he felt like lead weights had been tied to his limbs.
The orcs watched Pippin's behaviour with amusement. The mushroom had been of a variety known as "Valar's Gate" for their hallucinogenic properties. The drowsiness and sense of well-being would soon be replaced by disorientation and hallucinations. Crugsyl pushed Pippin off of his lap. Pippin hit the floor with a thud, and sat staring at the ground. His head rolled from side to side and he began to hum.
Pippin was far away, back in the green fields of the Shire, playing with Merry. They were singing an old drinking song Merry's uncle Rorimac had just taught them. Pippin smiled. Good old Merry. Merry was always nice to him. Not like Ted Sandyman. Pippin frowned as he had a vision of Ted beating him when they were small children. Sometimes his father hit him too. The mushrooms effects made Pippin's mind superimpose the deserved spankings with the pain and fear of the bully's beatings. Pippin curled into a ball. He had deserved Ted's brutality, just like he deserved what the orcs had done to him.
Lugsta watched the little creature with interest. He always liked watching captives on the mushrooms, one could see every emotion they were experiencing on their faces. The little rat had gone from sitting in the dirt, humming an inane little song with a dopey smile on it's face to curled up and sobbing in fear in under five minutes. But it was time to make things really interesting. He grabbed his whip and stepped into the ring with Pippin.
Pippin looked up at Boromir. The rest of the Fellowship stood around him in a circle, laughing and pointing at him. //Boromir! Help me please, I'm so scared, I just want to go home, I'll never annoy you again, just help me please// Then he saw the cruel whip in Boromir's hand. //No, please Boromir, why are you angry with me, I'm sorry, s-s-sorry, please...// The lash descended and Pippin screamed. The fire licked his back many times, and just before he blacked out, he could see Boromir passing the whip to Strider and Legolas, and Merry turning away in disgust. //No! Merry, please. help me, I'm sorry, I didn't want to! I swear, please, MER-// Then all was dark.
0-***-0
When Pippin came to, he found himself being dragged along a rocky passageway by the arms. His wrists were bound with the scarf, and Lugsta pulled him along. The pain of the rocks and dirt scraping his whipcuts had woken him up. The big Uruk that had taken him from the cell to the mess hall was walking in front of Lugsta. They were talking.
"Look 'ere, Skor. The other lads 'avent 'ad no chance at this'n, an' their gonna grumble!"
"That's the Chief's problem. If'n 'e wants th' little maggot, then he's gonna get it. yer lads c'n 'ave what's left."
"Which ain't gonna be much, or I'm a troll!"
"So what if'n there isn't any left? Whatcher gonna do 'bou' it? 'E's the chief. It's 'is place ter tell us what ter do." Lugsta merely grumbled and gave Pippin an extra sharp jerk. They came to the door set with florin spikes. Lugsta knocked three times and entered. The voice from the cell whose owner he had not seen came out of the shadowy room.
"So, our little pup 'as decided to pay 'is 'ost a visit, 'as it?" Skor pushed Pippin forwards, and backed out the door quickly.
"Tell me if'n yer be needin' anything, Chief." Pippin raised his head and looked around. His vision was still blurry from the mushroom, and he was rather disoriented, but he could still make out the main features of the room. A large bed was directly ahead of him, against a wall. Chained next to it were two large white animals, which Pippin correctly assumed to be wargs. Partially hidden in the shadows were large mechanical contraptions that did not bear too close an inspection if one wanted pleasant dreams. On the wall next to the bed, a large fire was burning in the grate.
Heavy footsteps approached Pippin. Two large boots appeared in his sight. A hand picked him up surprisingly gently. Pippin swayed as he was set upright, but managed to keep his balance. The effect of the mushroom was fading fast. The hand reached down and caressed his cheek, then lifted his chin. Pippin did not want to see what horrible creature had him now, and shut his eyes tight. The orc turned his chin to the side. Pippin felt like a horse being judged at a fair. He could not stifle a tiny sob.
The hand that had been so gentle struck him with a force that made his teeth rattle. The only thing that prevented him from flying across the room was the hand on the lead of the collar, which drew tight choking Pippin. The hand continued stroking his face. Pippin leaned into it slightly. It felt nice after so many hours of abuse; he did not want to do anything to make it stop, and the beating start.
"Heh, heh. So, yer wants ter be here? Yer wants this?" The orc chuckled. Pippin shook his head. Another box to the ears made them ring. When he was still, the stroking resumed. The orc bent down and untied Pippin's hands, and took the scarf. Pippin wanted to cry out at this, but the memory of the punishment that followed every sound kept him quiet.
"So what're you? Yer look like a wench, a right young'n at that." The orc moved his stroking hand down to fondle Pippin. "But yer feel more like 'n adult male," he jiggled the small testicles, "'s'intresting!"
After several minutes of petting and stroking, the orc gave a tug on Pippin's lead. Pippin had to open his eyes to see where he was being led, and found himself face to face with the biggest orc he had encountered so far. Pippin's head did not even reach the orc's waist. Pippin cringed and shrank back. The orc jerked the lead viciously. Pippin stumbled forward and fell at his feet. Then the hand gently patted his head and pushed him further down to the ground. This time when the orc tugged on the leash, Pippin got up and followed immediately. He was learning.
But the orc stamped his foot on the leash, pulling Pippin back down to the ground. "Nah you stay down there, little dog, on yer hands an' knees." When the lead jerked again Pippin crawled along on all fours, terrified of disobeying this monster. The orc led him over to where the wargs were tethered. Pippin started to hang back, but at an impatient twitch of the lead, he heeled again.
The wargs did not even lift their heads as Pippin was tied with them. He cowered as far away from them as possible. The orc chuckled cruelly. There was a large platter on the table by the bed. Pippin's mouth watered as he smelled the aromas, and saw the steam rising from various dishes. The orc seated himself on the bed, and began to eat. Pippin watched the food, but whenever the orc looked at him he quickly averted his eyes. After what the goblins had done to him in the mess hall, he was not sure he ever wanted to have anything in his mouth again.
The wargs sat up, looking expectantly at the orc. Every so often, the orc would take a piece of food and feed it to them. There was no squabbling over the bits as there had been in the mess hall, only a dignified eating of the morsel. Pippin found himself drawing closer to the wargs. He was so hungry and thirsty. The blood loss was beginning to affect him, and he was feeling very tired. He wished he could go to sleep, and forget everything that had happened to him, at least for a few hours.
The orc looked at him, and patted the floor next to a warg. Pippin did not want to be punished again, and crept slowly up to the warg. The warg did not look at him, only at its master, waiting for the next bit of food. The orc picked up an apple, carefully peeled and cut it, then offered one piece to the wargs. Pippin thought of how good the apple would taste, and how the juice would help quench some of his thirst. But the orc never offered him any and kicked him when he made any sound.
Finally, when Pippin thought he could stand it no longer, the orc took a bottle of wine, and poured some into the palm of his hand. This he offered to Pippin. Pippin overcame his disgust and the remains of his pride, and lapped at the wine. They repeated this several times, until the edge was taken off Pippin's thirst. The orc chuckled again.
"Now my little pup, I'd better gives yer a name if'n yer gonna be my dog. What shall I call yer? Dogwhore - heh heh! thass a good name fer yer. Can yer say 'yes Master' - can yer?" Pip had not had much luck before, pleading for mercy, but he was not about to defy this new tormentor.
"Yes Master." He said in the tinniest voice possible.
"Whass yer new name?" The orc grabbed his hair now and pulled his face up to look at him.
"Dogwhore, Master." Pippin squeaked.
"An whadda yer gonna do to stop me killin' yer slowly right now?"
"Don't know." Pippin whimpered fearfully. The orc clouted him, making the wargs growl at Pippin and sit up.
"Master, yer call me master, don't ever forget again. An' yer better think of something yer can do real fast."
"Sorry Master," Pippin blurted in terror. "Anything Master, I d-don't know, Master." Pippin's lead was longer than those of the wargs, and this allowed the orc to pick him up and set him on the bed. Pippin quivered, curled up, and put his hands over his head. Being this close to an orc and a bed brought back the memories of Crugsyl again. The orc took his head and lifted it, so that Pippin was looking into his captor's face. A hideous smile slowly crept across the Uruk's features. He drew Pippin to him and fastened his lips over Pippin's small protesting ones. He opened Pippin's mouth and thrust his vile tongue searchingly inside. The only thought Pippin could form through his revulsion and disgust was that this was not what he had expected his first kiss to be like. The orc forced him to uncurl, and flipped him over so that Pippin's face was smothered by the dirty blanket.
"If'n youse can't think of nothin', I'd better shows yer what a Dogwhore like youse can do." //not again, please no, I'm so scared, please let me go...// Pippin could hear the sounds of clothes be removed and adjusted behind him. He did not dare to struggle or cry out after the orcs' conditioning, but silent tears slid down his cheeks. An oppressive, heavy weight pushed him farther into the mattress. He was smothering, but he could not do anything about it, he was powerless. The orc gripped his victim's hips to hold him steady. Pippin did not have the air in his lungs to cry out. The orc did not start, but lay still on top of him.
"Now little Dogwhore I'm a kind Master an' youse'll want this because you're a filthy little slut." Then a huge claw groped under him, and grasped his small member stroking it until Pippin got an erection of his own. Half mad with pain, Pippin could not control himself and bucked involuntarily. He was not feeling any pleasure, but the way his body was reacting confused him. Perhaps he really did want this, and he was a horrible person for wanting this, and behaving the way he was. Then he could not blame the orcs, they were just doing what he wanted...
The chief smiled sadistically. The little creature was reacting just the way he wanted it to. Having such control over his victims was almost as pleasurable as the release itself. The little thing was bucking and shaking under his practiced hands. The chief found the effects of pain mixed with pleasure most fascinating, and had honed his skill with many victims, but none so intriguing as this little mite.
Pippin was sweating and shaking so hard that any good done by his drink was soon going to be negated. He thought he was going to die, but the hand on his erection was making him feel things he had never felt before. His mind was reeling from trying to cope with the two opposite sensations at the same time. "Beg me to make you come and get it right." The orc suddenly threatened.
//what do I have to do// Pippin could hardly think now. //Beg him to let me come?// "Please let me come." He managed to squeal. The orc sank his teeth into Pippin's shoulder and bit him viciously drawing blood and making him cry out with agony.
"Whadda yer call me?" the orc bit him once more.
"Master! Let me come please Master, please Master." Pippin sobbed. The orc sped his thrusts, timing them with his caresses to Pippin. Pippin could not take it anymore, and shuddered a little climax. With this, the orc let loose, and quickly reached completion, oblivious to Pippin, who was trying to muffle his crying in the blanket.
"Now say thank you." The orc finished and cuffed Pippin across the head, before grabbing a handful of hair to pull his face around.
"Thank you, Master." Pippin's breathing was ragged and laboured and he was on the verge of passing out. The orc laughed and threw the little body back on the cold stone floor.
"P'raps I won't kill yer just yet, then. Nah there's still a few things I wanna do ter yer first." Pippin just squeezed his eyes shut, and lay on the hard stone, as the darkness rushed up to take him.
0-***-0
Pippin felt a heavy weight on his back and immediately tried to curl into a ball, expecting to be beaten or cuffed. He also felt an insistent scraping across his cut and bleeding back that was moist as if he were being washed with a damp cloth.
As Pippin tried to curl up the weight pressed down a little harder, keeping him in place and was accompanied by a low, threatening growl. Pippin managed to turn his head a little and saw with terror that one of the large white wargs was holding him down with an oversized paw and was steadily licking his back. If he tried to move at all the beast growled and placed its teeth across the back of his neck. It didn't bite though; it seemed to be more of a warning not to move. He lay very still.
Suddenly there was a raucous laugh from above him.
"Thass precious... She's a rare one no mistake." The warg broke off licking Pippin to look up at her master. "Did you find yourself a little hurt pup, my beauty?" He patted the warg's head and she resumed her ministrations. "See I knewed yer wus cut out ter be a dog. Heh Heh!"
Pippin, as he had always felt when he was forced to be very still, felt an irresistible urge to fidget. He also wanted to scratch. He was feeling decidedly...infested. Sharp pinpricks of pain stabbed across his scalp, evidencing the fleas he had undoubtedly picked up while on the floor with the wargs. But with the warg paying such close attention, he did not know what she would do if he moved. His curls on his feet were also now home to a host of critters that made the Midge Water marshes seem tame by comparison.
"C'mere, Icefang." At this, the bitch left licking Pippin and trotted over to the bowl the Chief had just set out. The other warg was already eating his. After a few minutes, there was nothing left except some scraps even the wargs did not want. Pippin crept slowly towards the bowl.
"Hah! if'n yer wants th' food, yer c'n have it, little Dogwhore." Pippin crawled faster. He was so intent on getting food in his stomach, he did not notice the Chief walk over to the fireplace and take out a poker that had been in the flames, and then take up a many tailed whip in his other hand.
As Pippin reached out to get the scraps, the whip cracked through the air. Pippin screamed and jumped back.
"Now, yer knows no proper dog'd eat wi' it's paws!" Pippin went forwards again, and this time lowered his mouth to the bowl. He grabbed the morsel of food in his teeth.
White-hot pain seared across his side. The orc had just jabbed him with the poker. Pippin dropped the food and tried to jump away, but the orc had a foot on his lead, and cracked the whip behind him, driving Pippin forwards towards the bowl.
"C'mon, Dogwhore! I give you somethin' an' yer don' like it! Eat!" Pippin struggled forwards to the bowl, but as soon as he got his lips on the food, the poker jabbed him again. He tried to escape, but the lead and the whip kept him going back to the bowl. Sobbing in pain and confusion, Pippin tried again and again to eat, but the orc never let him, yelling at him all the while that he had better eat what was given to him, or he would be a rude ingrate along with a filthy slut. Finally Pippin curled into a ball, and neither whip-cracks or jabs with the poker could move him. All he was aware of was the noxious smell of burning flesh, and screams coming from a long way off. //Someone should help whoever that is.// He did not realize they were his own. Finally they stopped.
"If'n yer don't want ter eat, mebbe y'll not mind not bein' able ter!" The chief picked Pippin up, and held up a cruel-looking metal device, that had leather straps attached to various parts. Pippin whimpered and shut his eyes as the orc forced his mouth open and forced the device in. It fit against his palate and around his teeth, with prongs that stuck into his jaw whenever he moved it. The leather straps held it in place. After locking it on Pippin, the gag holding his mouth open as far as it would go, the orc stepped back and looked and his handiwork.
"Har! There now, try an' eat wi' that! Ah'll be back, don' misbehave, little Dogwhore." The chief patted Pippin on the head and left.
Pippin's tears flowed freely over his cheeks. His mouth was open as far as it could possibly go, and every time he moved either his jaw or the device, It put unbearable pressure on his mouth. He lay down and curled up again, wanting to sob or yell with pain, but that only caused more. He was very cold, too, and did not dare to take one of the blankets off the bed. His eye caught something. The scarf! Its end was hanging over the edge of the table. It was not much, but it was something, and Pippin wanted to feel it and bury his head in it and smell Merry and forget everything. He took a few faltering steps, but tripped on the edge of the skin rug that lay underneath the table, bed, and in front of the fireplace. The fall jarred the gag, and Pippin cried out. He was about to struggle up again, when a whine above him made him freeze. The warg bitch was standing over him again, making odd little noises. She nuzzled him, and sniffed at the gag, and whined again. He looked up at her, and stretched out his hand to touch her on the head. She rubbed against his hand, bent down, and licked his face. He tried another time to get to his feet, but a large padded paw held him down. Looking at the scarf, he stretched his hand out in desperation to it. The warg followed the movement, got up, padded over to the table, and brought back the scarf. Pippin was in too much pain to be amazed, but it was a pleasant surprise to have the scarf suddenly in his hands. He buried his face in it, and breathed in deeply. Merry's smell was still there, but growing fainter.
The bitch curled her self around him, and he settled his head on her belly. She started licking him again, and he welcomed her warm tongue, revelling in the feeling of being comforted.
0-***-0
The sound of laughter woke Pippin again. The chief was back, this time with several other Uruks. Pippin shoved his face into Icefang's side. Large hands grabbed him away, and a shove sent him stumbling to the floor in front of the orcs. Pippin stared at the three pairs of boots, trembling.
"Nah, little slut, I've asked some 'o th' lads ter come an' teach yer some manners! Which yer obviously need, as yeh've not introduced yerself ter them yet. Nah, is your name Dogwhore?" Pippin nodded miserably. "And am I yer Master?" Another nod. "Good, nah, these lads'll learn ya yer place. I get more important thin's ter do." The chief passed the key to Pippin's gag to one of the three before he left, taking the wargs with him. The bitch stopped at the doorway and looked back at him before the chief tugged her through.
The orcs were anything but gentle. They bound Pippin's hands again, and shoved him into the walls, finally stopping when he was too dazed to stand.
"Oo's first then an' which bit of it d'yer want?" Pippin dazedly noticed that the large orc that was holding him had two middle fingers missing from the hand that was wrapped round his upper arm. "How about takin' a look in its mouth?" Three fingers took out the gag, and grabbed a handful of curly hair as he forced himself onto Pippin with brutal indifference.
"Don't like you much, Frugly," One of the others laughed at Pippin's horrified face. "P'raps we can get it a bit more excited." He came forward and took hold of Pippin's genitals in both hands, working them back and forth. "See youse can't do this!" He laughed at the finger deficient orc.
"Gerroff, I'll shows yer." Frugly turned Pippin round and held him by the hips making Pippin squeal. The squeal was cut short though as the other orc simply shrugged his shoulders at the new position, loosed his own member, carried on and did what he wanted.
Frugly finished first and the third orc immediately took his place. When the orc in front completed, he stood on the lead end so that Pippin could not move and idly peed all over his head.
Frugly laughed at this and, loosening his own member again, walked over to where the hobbit was still being used and urinated over the small body.
"'ere pack it in." groaned the third orc. He finally peaked and looked at the spent little form lying on the ground and kicked it a couple of times and then he too relieved himself all over Pippin's backside.
By this time, Pippin was nearly senseless with shock and pain, and it hardly seemed to matter. After they were done they replaced the gag. The chief strode in after a while, and stood, sneering down at Pippin, who lay still in the puddle of filth.
"Well, did little Dogwhore enjoy playing with the lads?" Pippin had only enough strength for a tiny whimper. A boot kicked him in the side. "Tha's cause yer a worthless slut! not good fer anythin' but this! Tha' right?" Pippin nodded. He was starting to believe in his own worthlessness. "Good. Now we c'n get down ter fun!"
Pippin's arms were lifted, bound with the scarf, and hung on a hook that dangled from the ceiling high above. The chain on the hook ran up to a pulley, then back down to a winch, where one of the Uruks took up position and started to turn. Pippin was lifted into the air, slowly at first, but then faster and faster. His heart was pounding in his chest. As a hobbit, his preferred place for his feet was on the ground, and he had a chronic fear of heights. The orcs lifted him until he was about two man-lengths in the air. Pippin shut his eyes again; he was getting vertigo from being that high up, and there was nothing to prevent the orcs from dropping him to his death. Down below, Icefang looked up at him and whimpered. She turned to her master and nuzzled his hand.
"Heh, heh, don' worry yerself, girl. We'll return yer pup to yer, though 'e might be a little damaged." The orc winching up Pippin paused and looked at the chief. The chief nodded. The orc flipped the catch on the chain releasing it. Pippin plummeted towards the ground.
Pippin's heart went to his throat as he dropped. He only fell about two feet when he jerked to a halt. His arms ached and popped as the extra strain was put on them. Pippin moaned through the gag. The second time he was dropped his left arm gave way. Pippin gave a strangled scream as he felt his arm bones slip out of their socket. In two more drops his right dislocated. Pippin was crying in agony as they lowered him the rest of the way. When they released his arms from the hook, he slumped to the floor. They had no need of manacles now, as his arms were useless.
"An' now, little Dogwhore, yer wants ter know whats gonna happen to yer next." Pippin continued writhing in pain. "Ha, ha, you'll jus' have ter listen. When the cursed sun goes away, some lads'll take yer outside. We've been keepin' an eye on yer mates, an' we're gonna lead 'em to yer." Pippin's heart gave a leap. Were the orcs going to let him go? Was he going to be back with Merry? But then doubt set in. Did he want to rejoin them? Would they let him? After he had had congress with orcs and slept with wargs? He remembered Boromir whipping him. If they did that, would they use him like the orcs? If that was all he was good for? The chief's voice broke into his thoughts.
"But yer know how they're gonna find yer? My lads 'll tear out yer tripes, and string 'em through the trees! Yer mates'll find yer by followin' em through the forest!" Pippin wanted to throw up, and dry heaved, but the movement made the pain from the gag unbearable. But the chief was not done. "An all this 'cause yer gone and tossed that little pebble, Dogwhore! Now yer wizards dead, an' yer mates'll lose a fair bit 'o time tracking you down, only to watch yer die!"
0-****-0
TBC
original reviews:
HMP the hobbit vampire jedi 2002-08-29 7 Signed hey! let me justsay that I reaaly looooooooooooove your story!
uhm, well, Il iek how it's written... I do'nt really like people tormenting poor little pipsy...
*huggles her poor little chipmuck ;)*
ok, ok, I like reading this stuff right before bed-time, yes, I am freaky, but I'm bloody old enough to read it! hehe (well, 19 more days... then I'm 17, why am I telling this? hehe)
anyway, only read to chapter 6 until now, it's midnight here, might decide to stop for a while, get soem sleep, get some eeevil dreams about pippin.
*hugs her little pipsqeeck*
ah, yes, I adore pippin, hehe.
*hugs him again*
wait, your probably not interested in me hugging peregrin, are ya? hehe.
Anyway,I adore the story so far! really do! :)
keep it up!
Java D. 2002-08-22 7 Anonymous Aww.. *sniff* Poor lil Pippin!! I love this story!! What can I say..? I'm sadistic!
Mistoffelees (lia_parisi@hotmail.com) 2002-07-23 7 Anonymous Aww..~pats IceFang~
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~eye twitches~ How..dare...they...and..with...urg...and..~convulses involuntarily~ AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII! ~runs around breaking things~ Sorry, but I just am SO angry at these orcs right now..~fumes~ THEY WILL DIE AS SOON AS I GET MY HANDS ON THEM! ~runs off to write fic about killing orcs from this story~
Story:
Me: ~runs around and kills all the orcs from the story~
Orcs: We're sorry..forgive us..
Me: NO! NOOOOOOOOOOOOO! ~bashes them with sticks and throws them into boiling magma~
End of story.
(Sorry, I might not be able to review any more chapters..only one or two more..have to get to sleep..I'll review the rest tomorrow..) Ayuthaya 2002- 07-16 7 Anonymous Poor, poor Pippin! Please stop hurting him. I can't bear to read much more but you've got me strangely hooked. Please let him escame soon! Se 2002-07-16 7 Anonymous very well written but...how much more can Pippin take? I know I can't take much more...*whimpers*
:( Pippiiiiiin....*sobs* Moonshine 2002-07-16 7 Anonymous Wow. Your story is really great so far, I felt so sorry for Pippin. Also I think your writing style is fantastic and you shouldn't worry too much about it. Please update soon. Mainframe 2002-07-16 7 Signed Hi me again!
Just finished reading chapter 7...Wow! That was...strong. I like my torture fic's to be graphic, but even I was on the verge of retching in some places. The chilli-powder scene was quite nasty. As was the Uruk gang-rape, and I have to say...well done! If your gonna write torture/ rape fic's, why hold back! And no one can accused you of that!
I like the fact that Pip's being treated by 'Master' as a dog, so in later chapters I guess he'll still respond in a similar fashion? You know after his rescue; like if someone raises a hand it's interpreted as a potential slap. He's already learnt not to make eye contact with anyone unless given a direct order. A gentle caress for comfort would sent his mind racing, what are they gonna want next? And coming to heel...possible to Merry? That would be a great thing to read, how the hell would Merry react to Pippin (HIS bright-eyed, curly haired soul-mate in mischief)acting as an animal and silently acknowledging him as his new master? Just a thought, after all, he really is quite broken now. Or would he hate and fear Merry?
I like the fact that the Warg bitch has taken him under her wing, very, very nice touch.
This was a nice surprise to find as I'd only just downloaded your work this morning, to find chapter 7 up and a nice, decent size chapter it has been! Great work, love to read more.
Jen
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shirebound 2002-07-15 7 Signed Gosh, I'm not sure I can stomach anything this brutal. Hope it doesn't get any worse!
Melanie 2002-07-15 7 Signed WOW!!!
Goodness gracious!!! This single chapter I believe, contains more torture, humiliation and degradation then all the FF I've ever read combined.
You'd like to know how you're doing on the angst? Is that a joke or something?! It's terrific! Your descriptions are so realistic. The part where you described Pippin's 'Master's' room. ... I could actually picture it.
But, what I really like about this chapter is Icefang. She treats and sees Pip as her own little pup, she cares and worries for him. My favorite part of the entire chapter is where Icefang retrieves Pippin's scarf for him, and then curls herself around him to protect him. Too adorable!
Superb job! Keep it up!