Chapter 4

Title: The Price
Author: Anemone Frost
Email: Weepingwillow987@aol.com
Pairing: M/P; P /OC
Rating: R
Summary: 4/? Merry and Pippin are ambushed.
Warnings: Rape and violence
Archive: Ask first.
Disclaimer: Characters belong to Tolkien.


A smile of content spread over Pippin's face as he nuzzled against Merry's back. He didn't know how long they had been riding, but it didn't matter. He was finally safe in his love's arms. Merry raised his hand to tug at Pippin's collar, exposing the younger hobbit's pale skin. A giggle rose in Pippin's throat as Merry suckled his neck; the warm suction was tickling his sensitive skin.

"You shouldn't do that, Merry," Pippin moaned. "We— ah— should really save this for tonight."

Merry continued his assault on his cousin's ticklish neck. Pippin tasted sweet, and smelled sweet; well, everything about him was sweet. Groaning in frustration, Merry relinquished his hold. He wanted to do more than just kiss Pippin.

"I want you so much— it's so hard to resist," Merry murmured into Pippin's ear.

"I want you too," Pippin replied, tilting his head to plant a kiss on Merry's cheek. "I— I love you."

Merry kissed Pippin's head, savoring the feeling of the soft curls tickling his face. "Ah, I can't wait to spend the rest of my life with you."

"Aye," Pippin giggled. "I look forward to waking up to your face every morning, Merry. You're so handsome. I long to be held in your gentle, warm arms as well."

Merry laughed. "Sweet Pippin."

"Aw, look at the lovebirds!" came a voice.

Merry was forced to halt as five other steeds, carrying hobbits in dark cloaks, emerged onto the path from the woods. The five stared at the two, grinning menacingly. Pippin tensed in the saddle, griping at Merry's arms in fear. The hobbit above him was trembling, and Pippin could see his face tightening in rage.

"Let us pass," Merry snarled, trying to keep his voice calm.

"I'm `fraid we can't do that," one of the hobbits chuckled. "You see, we have orders from Mr. Smallburrows to take back what is rightfully his."

"Pippin does not belong to him!" Merry snapped.

"Oh, but he does," Marroc laughed, trotting up the path. He stopped a few inches from Merry's pony, grinning at Pippin's pallid face. "Paladin was kind enough to tell me where you were heading off to, and I felt that I should catch up with you at once to inform you about that contract. The real one is in my hands." He reached into his cloak, and drew out a document bearing a red seal at the bottom of the page. "You see that? It makes the contract official, and your's is a fraud. Exactly how stupid are you, Merry? I mean, did you not bother to check for an official seal for goodness sake?"

Merry's heart reverberated inside his skull, and his cheeks flushed as sweat formed on his brow. He was an idiot. He knew that Paladin was treacherous. How could he have forgotten to check for the seal?

"I won't allow you to take him," Merry spat, his voice bitter. He drew out his dagger. "I will fight you all to the death."

Marroc laughed. "Please! You couldn't stand a chance against all of us! Besides, that would put dear little Pippin in danger, and you know it. You wouldn't risk his life would you?"

Merry sighed, and urged Pippin off the saddle. The younger hobbit was reluctant, but he slowly slid off. Pippin suddenly bolted between the ponies, despite his cousin's cry to get back. Pippin went to Marroc's pony, gazing up at him with a pleading look.

"If I go with you, without a fight, will you leave Merry alone?" Pippin asked.

Marroc smiled triumphantly. "If you do that, then I guarantee that I won't kill him."

"Pippin, no!" Merry cried.

"There's no other choice, Merry," Pippin choked, blinking back tears. "I don't want you to get killed. I couldn't bear it."

Merry cursed, but sheathed his dagger. He would have to find another way to free his cousin.

"Very good," Marroc chuckled. Merry caught a sadistic tint shimmering in the blue orbs, and it made him uneasy. "Boys, you know what to do."

Merry's eyes widened, and he scrambled to unsheathe his sword. A startled yelp passed his lips as two other riders stormed out of the brush, knocking him off the pony. Pippin cried out in terror, and attempted to flee to his cousin's side, but one of Marroc's ruffians grabbed him by the collar, and threw him roughly to the ground. The wind was knocked out him, leaving him in a dizzy state on the forest floor. Merry snarled in rage, struggling to get back to his feet, but he was tackled by three of the hobbits. Others jumped down from their ponies, helping the other three subdue the flaying hobbit. A violent punch was delivered to Merry's stomach, making him grunt and slump in agony. One of the ruffians grasped Pippin by the waist as he attempted to scamper off to his cousin.

"What's wrong, beauty?" the hobbit leered. "Don't like seeing that scum get his deserved punishment?"

Pippin squeaked as he felt a hot tongue sliding down his cheek. He felt disgusted, on the verge of vomiting. The weight of his captor was suddenly gone, though. The younger hobbit spun around, cringing as he saw Marroc slide his dagger over the hobbit's throat. A gurgling sound emitted from the hobbit's throat as blood spurted from the long cut, going from ear to ear. The red liquid was soon trickling from his mouth as the hobbit finally doubled over in death. Marroc shook the dagger, splaying red droplets onto the ground. The remaining six were staring; their faces were contorted in fear.

"Let that be a lesson to all of you," Marroc barked. "No one but me may touch him intimately." He smirked at Merry, who was thrashing to free himself from the other hobbits. "Pitiful hobbit."

Pippin crept toward Marroc, kneeling at the other hobbit's feet. "Please, you told me you would not kill him. I beg of you—don't hurt him."

Marroc extended his palm, rubbing it gently across Pippin's crimson cheek. "I have no intention of killing him. In fact, I want to give him a little show. A show of something he will never be able to do with you."

Pippin's eyes narrowed in confusion, but Merry caught on quickly. "Don't you dare! You bastard! Don't— "

Another savage blow to his abdomen silenced him.

Pippin glanced up into Marroc's glazed eyes, finally catching on. He shook his head, tears streaming down, slowly backing away. "No. Please. No."

Marroc's wicked grin only widened as he pounced on Pippin, pinning him to the dirt path. Pippin cried out, and flayed madly, trying to buck the older hobbit off of him. Marroc was too strong, and he easily kept Pippin under control with his weight.

"Four of you get over here," Marroc snickered. "Two hold his arms down, and two keep control of his legs. I don't want him kicking me."

The four hobbits rushed to Marroc's side, leaving two to keep hold of Merry. Pippin wept as his hands were gripped tightly, and legs lifted, giving Marroc the chance to unlace Pippin's trousers and pull them down, exposing his buttocks and cock.

"My, you really are a gem, ripe for the taking," Marroc murmured, ignoring the vile curses that Merry was shouting at him.

Two of the hobbit's kept Pippin's legs apart, allowing Marroc to lie between them as he unlaced his pants, freeing his engorged member. Pippin grimaced at the sight of it. It was fairly large, leaking from the slit, and he didn't understand how such a big thing was going to fit inside his body without tearing him apart. He whimpered as the older hobbit forced his hips up, rubbing his erection against Pippin's tight opening.

"I could take you now, but I want to save that for later," Marroc stated, grinding harder. "Though it's very hard to resist." He let Pippin's hips go, and knelt before the younger hobbit's cock. "I wonder what noises I can elicit from you."

Pippin screamed as Marroc swallowed his member, surrounding him in a wet, pleasurable heat. He shook his head in denial. Despite his fear and hatred of the hobbit, his body was responding, and he could feel himself growing hard.

"Oh, Merry, I'm sorry!" Pippin whined, keeping his gaze away from his cousin. "I can't help it!"

"No apologies Pip!" Merry replied, a sob rising his throat. "It's not your fault! Remember, Pip, that I love you! I'll always love you!"

Marroc relinquished Pippin's member, which now stood on its own, slowly kissing a trail up Pippin's belly until he reached the younger hobbit's face. Pippin's eyes were puffy and bloodshot from the tears that dribbled down. His bottom lip was quivering, and his eyes silently pleaded with Marroc to stop, which the hobbit disavowed.

"Don't— hurt me— please," Pippin stuttered.

Marroc snorted, appearing surprised. "My precious jewel, I would never hurt you. However, I will claim your virginity later tonight, so you might as well stop begging me not to." He pressed his member against Pippin's, creating a rough friction that made the younger hobbit grit his teeth. "Ah, that feels so good. I almost feel sorry for you Merry, seeing as to how you will never experience this delightful creature. It seems he doesn't need you to get hard after all. Anyone's touch can just about do it. He could almost be considered a harlot."

"I'll make you pay for this you bastard!" Merry roared, fighting harder against the other two hobbits.

"Don't make promises you can't keep!" Marroc laughed, amused as the two punched Merry in the back.

Marroc's thrusts grew more frenzied, and Pippin found himself being bounced upwards as the four fought to maintain their grip. The harsh force caused an unbearable pressure to build within his cock. Pippin hated it. He only wanted to experience this with Merry, but it seemed matters had turned out differently. The fight to gain control over his body had failed. His orgasm approached quickly.

"I want to hear you scream my name, my jewel," Marroc groaned, goading his hips even faster. "Say it. Say it or I'll have your love gutted alive!"

Pippin sobbed. "Ma— Ma— " The ecstasy mounted, making his entire form shake ferociously. "Oh no— oh– Ma—Ma— "

"Ah, that's it," Marroc urged. "Come on; say it. I know you're enjoying this."

Pippin clenched his eyes shut, giving a queening wail as his seed exploded from his throbbing member. "Merry!"

Marroc ceased his thrusts, gapping in shock at the name that coursed through Pippin's lips. Merry smiled weakly, and blinked back tears. Pippin opened his eyes, petrified at what he saw. Marroc's face was crimson, and his teeth were bared in a vicious snarl.

"You dare to say his name when I am the one giving you pleasure!" Marroc shouted. He shoved the other hobbits away from Pippin, keeping the younger hobbit under control by snaring his fingers in the soft, cinnamon curls. Pippin glanced up at him in terror. "You'll pay for that later, but right now I think it's time you give me a little more delight."

Pippin closed his eyes tightly, nearly retching as he felt the older hobbit's erect member press against his lips.

"Take it in your mouth or I'll have the others slowly dismember Merry while you are forced to watch," Marroc spoke angrily. "Bite me, and I'll make things even worse."

"Pippin don't!" Merry cried. He didn't want his cousin suffering like this just to keep him alive. "Let him kill me! It's not worth— "

"Someone shut him up!" Marroc barked.

Merry yelled in protest as one of the hobbits shoved a cloth into his mouth, drowning out all words. He could only watch helplessly as his cousin complied with Marroc.

Pippin nodded his head weakly, and submissively parted his lips, allowing Marroc's cock to slid in. He gagged as it hit the back of his throat, but quickly relaxed, fearful that he would accidentally nick Marroc with his teeth. Marroc tugged mercilessly at the younger hobbit's hair, causing him to pick up the pace. Pippin swirled his tongue along the hard length as he bobbed up and down, grimacing at the bitter taste starting to leak out. He prayed that Marroc would come soon, so he could get this over with. He felt so humiliated having to perform this act in front of Merry. The temptation to break down in sobs was overwhelming, but it was going to be hard to do with Marroc's cock thrusting in and out of his mouth. The length was starting to pulse.

"Hm, wonderful," Marroc sighed in content, tilting his head back. He turned to gloat at Merry. "Enjoying the sight?"

Merry gave a muffled shout, and once more tried to struggle free, fighting viciously. However, he still couldn't break free from the two hobbits keeping him in place. Rage was swelling inside his head, and all he wanted to do was to tear Marroc limb from limb. He couldn't believe this was happening to his dear Pippin, and cringed at the torment he must have been suffering.

Marroc gave a sharp cry as climaxed, spurting his seed into Pippin's mouth. He pulled out a bit, causing some of the semen to splatter onto Pippin's cheek. The salty fluid made Pippin nauseous, and he wanted to hack it out of his mouth, but he knew better. He swallowed the bitter seed, though he choked in the process. Pippin raised his hand to wipe the white, sticky fluid off his face, but Marroc grasped his hand and shoved it away.

"Get dressed," Marroc said gruffly, "and head over to the pony."

Pippin wept as he scrambled for his pants, yanking them back on, averting the amused stares and snickers of the other hobbits. His vision was blurry, and he felt like he was on the verge of passing out. Marroc followed closely. Pippin reached out to his cousin, muttering an apology. Merry shook his head, also reaching out to touch Pippin's hand. Marroc pushed Pippin roughly, keeping them from making contact.

"Let me go to him, please, at least for a moment," Pippin pleaded.

Marroc sneered, but nodded his head. "Fine, go ahead. You'll learn soon enough that I'm not entirely cruel and heartless."

Pippin bounded to Merry's side, embracing him tightly. Merry longed to hold him back, but the hobbits were still restraining his arms, so all he could do was relish the embrace. Pippin was weeping uncontrollably, and clutching at Merry desperately. The older hobbit wanted to voice soothing words, to tell Pippin it wasn't his fault and that he couldn't prevent what had happened. More than anything, he wanted to clean that damn semen off his love's face. It revolted him.

"Alright, that's enough," Marroc grunted in disgust.

Marroc tore Pippin away from Merry, and hauled him over to the pony, forcing him up on the saddle. Marroc rose up behind him.

"Do as you wish, boys," Marroc leered.

"What?!" Pippin wailed. "You promised you wouldn't kill him!"

"That's right," Marroc replied. "I promised that I wouldn't kill him. They're just going to play with him for a bit. Although I hate admitting it, he is quite beautiful himself. I'm sure he'll make a good lay. Who knows, he may end up killing himself after they're done with him." He spun his head, glaring at the other hobbits. "Three of you come with me, the other three of you can do what you want. I care not."

Marroc let out a dark laugh as he whipped the reins, making the pony trot down the trail. Pippin tossed and kicked to jump out of the saddle, but was held firmly in place. Merry watched in terror as Pippin slowly disappeared from his sight. He had to save Pippin from Marroc, but he had to save himself first. Unfortunately, there were three hobbits he would have to fight off.

One of the hobbits leered down at him. "Let's get his trousers off."

To be continued

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