Title: Betrayal

Author: Elizabeth ([email protected])

Website: http://home.satx.rr.com/internetparadise and http://groups.yahoo.com/group/Legolas-of-Mirkwood

Rating: NC-17

Pairing / Main characters: Legolas/Sauruman, Boromir

Series/Sequel: unfinished, parts 1-2

Summary: Sauruman possesses Boromir, captures Legolas and forces some unspeakable tidings unto him. BDSM!!!

Disclaimer: Nasty, perveted and lewd, but the characters belong to J.J.R. Tolkien.

Archive/Distribution: yeah

Date: Feb 2002

Warning: BDSM!!! Read at own risk. Do not read if you have a weak stomach... *yum*

Notes: I was bored and in a bad mood. Hopefully the others turn out as well as this one. Please tell me your thoughts. Read at your own risk.

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Betrayal 1

By Elizabeth

 

Legolas stood, shoulders stiffening in the dark shadows of his enemy. He pulled his bow taught, placed his arrows, and took aim with lightning quick speed. The tall Elf could hear his enemy closing in. He did not know where his other companions were, the ring-bearer, Gimli, and the old wizard. They could be dead; he did not know. The footfalls of his enemy halted only a few feet in front of him, still covered by the shades of darkness. Soft whispering could be heard. Did he make a mistake? Were there two persons instead of one? He could not tell�

The moon broke through the clouds overhead, sending down a pale blue light. He saw his enemy now, two of them. He hesitated. One he was sure was Boromir, but the other one yet remained in the shadows. And Boromir�s eyes, they seemed wild, possessed. The other man raised his arm and Boromir broke the stillness, charging Legolas head on.

Boromir was quick, quicker than any normal human could be. Before Legolas could let fly his first arrow, Boromir was upon him. Legolas was pulled down into the bushes below the tree where he stood, his bow, quiver, and knives thrown out of arm�s reach. Boromir had somehow become incredibly strong, much more than Legolas or of any Elf he had ever known. Then Legolas heard the *thud* of rope as it hit the ground. Quickly, Boromir tied the Elf�s hands and ankles, tightly. All Legolas could do was attempt to scramble back into the bushes. It did him no good as the rope cut into his delicate skin with every movement he made, his warm blood slowly trickling down his hands and feet. He was at the mercy of his captors.

Again, the other man raised his arm towards Boromir. Boromir dashed for Legolas�s discarded knives and began shredding the Elf�s clothing. He was merciless. Boromir cut through the clothing and into Legolas�s skin. Legolas endured the pain, hoping that Boromir would make a mistake and cut through one or more of his bonds. No such luck. Boromir was extremely skillful, and under the supervision of the other man, he was unstoppable. Soon, Legolas lay naked and bleeding before his captors.

Now, finally, the other man stepped out from the shadows. An older man, he was clothed in white with a hood shrouding his face. His long white beard covered his chest to his stomach. Legolas was sure now. He was Sauruman and Boromir was under his spell.

Sauruman�s eyes gleamed with a cold light. He smiled slightly, �Well, well. If this isn�t a surprise. To think I searched for Hobbits and found a pathetic human and an Elf! Mmm, mmm�� He chuckled coldly to himself. If he was at all disappointed that the One Ring had escaped him, he showed no signs of it. He rather looked quite pleased with himself.

Legolas lifted his chin in defiance, �Traitor! Release Boromir now!� Legolas covered his fear of this greatest of wizards expertly; his voice did not waiver in the least. Sauruman only laughed at the defiant Elf lying before him, naked and bleeding. He spat on him. Legolas winced as the warm liquid found it�s way into one of his many cuts. It burned. Sauruman smiled again, �It seems that we shall have to curb that quick tongue of yours. Traitor indeed��

Sauruman again lifted his arm towards Boromir, this time making a few other motions with his hand and fingers. Boromir stood, relieving himself of all his clothing and possessions. Sauruman came forward and stood before Boromir. He parted his robes and the once brave warrior of Gondor knelt before the elderly wizard. Boromir began to suck furiously at Sauruman�s manhood, the old wizard obviously pleased by the young man�s voracity. He groaned and grunted with every pull and nibble from Boromir until finally he let loose one cry and came into the warriors mouth.

Boromir choked and coughed at the unexpected release of warn fluid into his mouth. Sauruman, quite displeased, grabbed him by the hair and threw him to the ground. He then raised his arm again and Boromir turned towards Legolas, grabbing for Legolas�s bow and quiver of arrows.

Boromir crawled over to Legolas who was still tied down and unable to flee. He took out one arrow and slowly dragged it down over his body starting at his forehead and ending at the very tip of his penis. Blood seeped from this new wound and it took all of Legolas�s strength to keep from crying out in pain and frustration. Boromir then struck Legolas with the arrow, hard enough to break it into pieces. When all the arrows were used, Legolas lay covered in red
welts, head to toe. A small tear nearly escaped his eyes.

Legolas�s breathing was labored; he was shaking all over from the pain. Sauruman, pleased with his slaves handy-work, lifted his arm and turned his hand palm-side up. Boromir acted quickly. He grabbed the Elf�s neck and groin and flipped him onto his stomach. Legolas�s face was smashed into the dirt below him as Boromir sat on his neck facing his rear.

Legolas cried out in pain as he felt the end of his bow strike the inside of his bowels. Boromir started out slowly but was soon panting at the exertion from the quick thrusting motions. Sauruman began laughing, cold and sick laughter, �Poor little Prince. If you do me a favor, I will spare you further degradation.� Legolas�s face was covered in muddy streaks from his tears mixing with the dirt. Though he was in a great deal of pain, there was no deal Sauruman could make that he would consider. �Go b-back to � y-your hell Sauruman. There is noth-nothing you could say that would ahh � appease me�� Legolas�s speech was strained from trying not to cry out, and Boromir was quickening his pace, seemingly no end to his energy supply.

Legolas�s words did not faze Sauruman in the least. He raised his arm and Boromir withdrew the bow from Legolas. Almost, Legolas let out a short sigh of relief until he felt the soft cloth of Sauruman�s robes brush past his legs. Legolas cried out as Sauruman thrust himself into him, mercilessly slamming himself into Legolas�s tender opening again and again, and with the same speed and voracity as Boromir. Then, Boromir took the bow and raised it above his
head, looking down on the prone Elf, with the same wild and possessed eyes.

Legolas�s body jolted upwards with his screams as Boromir brought his bow crashing down onto his back. Three strikes and Boromir had snapped it in two. He then used the two shards to beat on Legolas�s back until they too broke into unusable pieces. Sauruman�s grunting and groaning was barely audible above Legolas�s screams until he came into the Elven Prince. Sauruman�s voice reverberated against the eardrums of all present, sending Boromir into convulsions until he lay still on the ground beside Legolas.

Sauruman slid out of Legolas, his white robes coated in Elven blood. He smiled, �Well, it�s too bad that I cannot stay for I have Hobbits to find and a world to rule�� With that said, Sauruman disappeared into the coming dawn, leaving Legolas bound and Boromir unconscious.



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