Chapter 5
Title: The Price
Author: Anemone Frost
Email: Weepingwillow987@aol.com
Pairing: P/OC; P/M
Rating: R
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Summary: 5/? Merry is saved by two unlikely hobbits, and the race to rescue Pippin begins.
Feedback: Yes, please.
Warnings: Violence, NCS themes
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Disclaimer: Characters belong to Tolkien.
Merry grimaced as one of the hobbits tugged at his pants, yanking them down to pool around his feet. A cool breeze grazed across his exposed bottom, making him blush. One of the hobbits tangled his fingers in Merry’s curls, forcing his head back to place a harsh, bruising kiss on Merry’s lips. The hobbit was instantly enraged and sank his teeth into the soft lips. The other hobbit howled in agony and tumbled back, gripping at his wounded lip. Dark blood was starting to ooze out from the bite wound.
“You’ll suffer for that!” the hobbit snapped. “Get him on his hands and knees!”
A growl of frustration came from Merry as the two hobbits forced him to the ground. The third hobbit lowered himself as well, covering the Merry’s back with his chest while lacing his fingers with Merry’s. The hobbit began to grind his hips into Merry’s buttocks. Merry cried out in revulsion and scrambled to get away from the hobbit about to pierce him.
“You shouldn’t struggle or you’re going to make it a lot worse,” the hobbit snickered, making the other two laugh. “After I’m finished with you, these two will have a go with you. You’re going to be torn and bleeding when we’re finished.”
A frightened whimper came from Merry as he felt the hobbit’s arousal against him. He cried out in misery as it pushed in. His breathing had gone ragged as spasms of pain coursed into his body. His muscles clamped shut, preventing the hobbit from sliding further in. The hobbit above him grunted, infuriated that he was meeting resistance, and drew back a bit, ready to slam it in. Merry braced himself for the oncoming pain. His thoughts raced to Pippin. He couldn’t believe that the same fate would soon befall the sweet, innocent Took.
“Release him at once!” came an order.
Merry glanced up, his eyes widening in shock. There was his cousin Frodo, drawing out his blade as Sam pulled up alongside him. He knew that Frodo was to be present for Pippin’s birthday, but he was supposed to arrive later in the evening. Merry wasn’t complaining, though. For once he was grateful for his cousin’s early arrival.
“You heard what he said!” Sam snarled. “Get off Mr. Merry, or I’ll drive this blade into your gut!”
The hobbit above Merry trembled and quickly stumbled back, making Merry hiss at the rough withdraw. His passage was sore, even if he hadn’t been fully penetrated. He was tempted to spin around and slice through the three, but he could guess that they had all ready darted off to the coverage of the woods. Revenge on them could come later; there were more important matters to be dealt with.
Frodo and Sam dismounted, rushing to Merry’s side as he pulled his trousers back up.
“Are you all right?” Frodo inquired.
“Yes, thanks to you two,” Merry sighed, smiling faintly. “Things would have been much worse if you hadn’t shown up. By the way, how did you come upon this trail? I thought you two were only heading to Paladin’s for Pippin’s birthday.”
Frodo scowled. “I decided to come a bit early, since I thought it would be a nice surprise for Pippin. However, he was long gone by the time Sam and I came. Paladin wasn’t very helpful in giving information, and he threw us out, telling us to come back later.”
“We have Mrs. Eglantine to be thankful for,” Sam grumbled. “She came to us behind that wicked hobbit’s back and told us everything. At least she’s got some good in her.” He bowed his head. “Terrible thing Pippin is being put through. Oh, I’d like to take that Paladin out behind that hobbit hole and give him a good beating. No offense Mr. Frodo and Mr. Merry.”
Frodo shook his head. “None taken Sam. Merry and I both know what a low life he is. It’s such a shame that we’re related to the vermin. I would like to do a lot more than beat him. Poor Pippin. How could such a nice lad be born into such a wretched family?”
“It’ll become an even bigger nightmare for Pippin if we don’t get him away from Marroc,” Merry answered, rising up from the ground. He wavered, his body still shaking from the previous attack. Pain was still swelling around his nose, and there was a terrible ache in his belly, back, and rear. “Oh– ”
Frodo caught his arm, keeping him upright. “Are you certain you are well? You look awfully pale, and what happened to your nose?”
“It’s a long story,” Merry groaned. “I’ll fill you in once we start riding. I have to reach Pippin.”
*
Pippin moaned as he slowly woke from darkness. He remembered being roughly carried off the pony into Marroc’s dwelling. There were three other hobbits present, and they aided Marroc in hauling him into the bedroom. Marroc’s evil grin was still strong in his memory. It only seemed to grow as he recalled begging and screaming for Marroc to let him go as he was tied to the bed. Then, an odd smelling cloth was pressed over his mouth and nose before all became dark.
The young hobbit jerked at his hands but found they were still bound by rope. A shiver coursed through his body. Pippin glanced down, instantly becoming mortified when he saw that he was naked. Whimpering, he yanked fiercely at the bindings, hoping to free himself. After a while he gave up in frustration, glaring at the room around him.
In the previous frenzy, he hadn’t the time to look over the furnishings of the rich hobbit. The room was large, bearing a fireplace toward the right of the wooden four post bed. Flames were already crackling in the hearth, and the window was shut with a curtain pulled over it, making the fire’s shadow dance on the wall. Pippin’s breath hitched as the green door slid open.
“Ah, so glad to see you awake, my jewel,” Marroc murmured. He was dressed in a dark robe, and his blue eyes glimmered in the firelight. “Now, we can begin our wedding night.”
Pippin grumbled. “We’re not married, and it’s still daylight. I can see the light from the crack of the curtain. I know you couldn’t have had me out for that long.”
Marroc shrugged. “True, true. I hope you don’t begrudge me knocking you out. You were making things far too difficult, and I wanted to get your clothes off without getting a fist to the face.”
Marroc climbed onto the bed, causing Pippin’s body to quake in terror. He locked his legs together, hoping to deny Marroc access. Marroc grinned sheepishly and undid the sash of his robe. It slid off his shoulders, and he tossed it lazily to the floor. Pippin gasped at the sight. The hobbit before him was well shaped, his chest and arms a tad bit more muscular than a normal hobbit. His belly was a bit plump, yet he was somewhat on the thin side according to hobbit standards. Marroc’s blond hair gleamed red from the light, and his smile was seductive, almost comforting. He was attractive, and Pippin clenched his eyes shut in shame. He was partially attracted to the older hobbit, despite all the horrid things he was placing on him. Then, his thoughts turned back to Merry. His precious Merry. He was far more beautiful than this creature before him, and more gentle, and kind. Tears came to his eyes at the thought of his love being ravished by the ruffians. Any attraction toward Marroc was suddenly gone. Pippin only felt animosity toward the older hobbit hovering over him. He could make out Marroc’s arousal, and he suddenly felt queasy.
Marroc easily pried his legs apart, his strength far superior to Pippin’s, and he knelt between them. He reached toward the night stand and drew out a small phial.
“What’s that?” Pippin whimpered.
“It’s oil, my jewel,” Marroc grinned. “It would make things a lot less painful for you. I would gladly use it, if you will kiss me. If you don’t, I’ll take you without preparation, and that would be extremely painful.”
Pippin grimaced but nodded nonetheless. Marroc bent over at licked at his quivering lips. Whining in despair, Pippin opened his mouth, allowing the hobbit to plunge his tongue inside. Pippin shuddered, praying that his love would come and save him from this approaching hell.
To be continued.
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