Title: Frodo Incarcerated Author: Wagner Rating: NC-17 Pairings: Snaga/Frodo ; Uruk/Frodo Summary: The famous scene of LotR-RotK when Frodo wakes up in Cirith Ungol. You know what I mean... Warnings: BDSM, torture, rape, paedophilia, graphic violence, graphic sex Feedback: It would be much to my liking. dracula_1889@hotmail.com Author‘s Note: This slash story is mainly book-based. The quotations I took from the original text are written in Italics. The rest is either film-based or just from out of my dark and suspicious mind... “Nar - this little filth, he’ll wake up, in a few hours; and beyond feeling a bit sick for a bit, he’ll be alright. Or would be if Lugbúrz would let him alone.” Snaga was already looking forward to what he had been imagining in his mind. A new captive in the old and rotten tower, some new fun for him and his Orcish companions. They hurried to take the body away. All in the cobwebs of Her Ladyship Shelob, this little boy would not resist his captors. They carried him all the way upstairs to the highest chamber of Cirith Ungol. They came up to the guttering torch, fixed above a door on the left that faced a window-slit looking out westward: one of the red eyes that (...) Frodo had seen from down below by the tunnel’s mouth. And there, above the trap door, they stored the body of the boy. Not to be reached from down below and safely locked behind the wood of the door, only a ladder there to climb up and down. Frodo was poisoned and lay unconsciously for a long time. Hours passed, and he noticed nothing, not even knowing he was alive. His sleep was deep, and black. Sam had been absolutely right when he had thought his little Hobbit friend to be dead after Shelob’s sting had pierced him. And Frodo lay in his chamber in Cirith Ungol, so seductively to the Orcs that were around... “What’s that?” A tall Uruk approached to watch the figure on the floor closely. “This fellow has been in Shelob’s Lair!”, an Orc replied. “We found him, and we took him. Will be good fun when he wakes up from his sleep!” “Sleep? She tried to kill him!”, the Uruk said again. The Orc only snarled. Snaga, Gorbag and Shagrat, three Orcs from the guardians that had found Frodo’s body, joined in the group. “Prisoner is to be stripped”, Snaga said, being the captain of the group. “Full description of every article, garment, weapon, letter, ring, or trinket is to be sent to Lugbúrz at once, and to Lugbúrz only. (...) That’s plain enough, and that’s what I’m going to do.” “Stripped, eh?”, said Gorbag. “What, teeth, nails, hair, and all?” “No, none of that. He’s for Lugbúrz, I tell you. He’s wanted safe and whole.”, was the reply of Snaga. He often wondered about how stupid a fellow Orc could actually be. Why was he the captain of the Spider Tower? He could have been as well a captain at the Black Gate or, and that was Snaga’s greatest dream, a captain in Barad-dűr, the fortress of his master Sauron. Gorbag smiled. “You’ll find that difficult!”, he laughed. “He’s nothing but carrion now. Let us strip him off!” And about ten greedy Orcs and Uruks marched towards the drugged Hobbit. Shagrat tore the cobwebs apart and freed Frodo from his cocoon. Though there were still threads from the spider liquid on the boy, the Orcs did not clean him but started to take his clothes off instead. They know they had to be careful because the fabrics had to go to Sauron himself, for a check. With claws as careful as possible, Shagrat and two Uruks took the garment of Frodo’s jacket between their nails. They pulled it up and over his face, but when they had nearly drawn it over the boy’s head, he suddenly moaned as if waking up again. The Orcs and Uruks held still. They were confused he was already waking up but they were also pleased to hear him moan. He would feel everything on his body then, when he was not sleeping any more. He would feel everything they did to him without being able to resist or to protect himself. Quickly one of the Uruks pulled the jacket over Frodo’s head. “Careful!”, Snaga warned. “We need him as a whole!” Frodo started to move. He did not know what was going on, he did not even remember the moment he had fallen asleep. All he knew was that he was waking up slowly, dazed and feeling quite unwell actually, and that he could not point out where he was or if Sam was with him. A hard grip at his chin made Frodo open his eyes immediately. “Good morning, lad!”, Snaga said. Frodo jerked back with a scream. He was awake right in that moment though his head was causing him pain and made him feel like everything was turning around. But he could not move much, too. His limps were slow and too heavy to be lifted. Frodo let his head fall back, even though he wished to be awake now. “Our boy is still tired!”, he heard a faint voice, a terrible voice somewhere around him. “He must drink!” And in the next second, a bottle was pushed into Frodo’s mouth. Liquid flowed into his mouth, and the boy choked and gulped. It burnt what ran down his throat but it made him feel a little better. Though Frodo felt so awfully dizzy... Soon he realised the situation he was in. All the memories came back to his mind. A giant female spider, Gollum, yes, and the fear... And then he remembered nothing. He only believed to know what could have happened, seeing the Orcs around him. Frodo screeched in fear. But some rough claws grabbed his shoulders already and hands pushed under his shirt. “No!”, Frodo screamed, his actions still slow and somehow not as if his own. But the hands did not stop. They stroked his skin and made his stomach tense, and they pulled his shirt upwards so that it was going over his chin. Frodo’s fearful whimpering could not be hear when his mouth was under the garment. His captors took the shirt from him, and Frodo dared not move. He look around, trying to face anything familiar, but all he saw were those creatures, terrible creatures that looked at him with leers and flashing eyes full of lust. Frodo screamed again. He tried to move away from the hands that touched him and held him down but they were so very much stronger. He kicked a hand but was rewarded with a harsh grip to his throat. Frodo inhaled panicking. “So, a little spy in Mordor, eh?”, Snaga asked and looked down the body of the boy that was still tensed but in motion from the heavy breath of him. It made the Orc feel aroused to see the youth in fear and its body moving. Frodo only whimpered, whined and gulped but was too scared to answer. With a rough movement, Snaga let go of his chin. Frodo fell back onto his back. A hand grabbed his hoses and pulled them further down. This made Frodo jerk up again. “Don’t strip me off!”, he yelled and tried to grab his breeches to pull them up again. He did not know he was making his captors angrier with every yell he screamed. “You were told to hold still!”, an Uruk that was standing at his head shouted and let his fist crash down onto Frodo’s face. This time the boy fell back and remained on the ground. Blood came slowly running out of his nose and made a trace from his nostrils down to his lips. The blood ran into the corners of Frodo’s mouth and made the boy cough when he tasted his own liquid entering his mouth. The Orcs and Uruks chuckled. One of them bent down and licked away the blood from the little Hobbit’s face. Frodo whimpered as the tongue of this monster swept over his skin and sucked and licked away the blood. The boy felt so terrible! It seems as if the Uruk still licked him over even when the blood was already gone. But to Frodo’s dismay, more blood crept out of his nostrils every second. And the Uruk continued licking. When it finally released the boy, his head crashed onto the floor again. Frodo was now dazed by both the spider’s drug and by the smashes to his head. He hardly realised anymore what was going on. Slowly Snaga pulled down his hoses and carefully pulled them over Frodo’s hairy feet. All the boy was wearing now were his underpants. “What are you doing?”, he began to whisper again. “What do you want from me? Don’t do this to me! Don’t take off my clothes!” But shiny yellow eyes answered the boy what was the intent of the Orcs. As if suddenly care was not important anymore, Snaga ripped off Frodo’s pants so that the little boy was completely naked on the floor among the dark servants. Some Orcs licked their lips by that view, and an Uruk reached down to touch the Hobbit’s private parts. Harshly Snaga slapped his hand against the Uruk’s. “This is my job!”, he snarled. “Take your filthy hands off our prey!” “Nar, now that he’s ours when can do whatever we want to!”, the Uruk snarled back. And then they were quarrelling. In a language that Frodo did not understand, they shouted at each other, and fierce snarls like those of a beast made the captive feel afraid even more. Frodo closed his eyes and tried to fall back into sleep, to escape his mind from what he was to go through now. He waited, like a bird at the approach of a snake, unable to move. Darkness overcame the boy. He saw nothing anymore and also did not hear the Orcs quarrel any longer. But his beginning dreams were over far too soon when claws took him at his throat and pulled the boy up. Frodo choked. “Let them fight!”, the one who held him said, Snaga. “In that time I can take you, lad!” Frodo’s eyes flew open. Suddenly he realised that this Orc was intending to deflower him. Why he had not thought of this earlier, Frodo did not know, but all of a sudden it was clear in his mind that the torture they were going to use on him would be a carnal one. He would have screamed, if his throat had not been pushed together. Snaga dragged him away from where he had lain, pulling Frodo by his throat. The boy pulled at Snaga’s hand to remove it from its place but the Orc held it too strongly for him. When at least he dropped Frodo to the ground, the boy thought he must collapse from the lack of oxygen caused to him. But not much time was left for him to think. Before Frodo could move - for his senses were still slowed and drowsy - Snaga sat down onto him. The Orc grabbed the boy’s shoulders to position him to lying flat on his belly. Frodo struggled but felt his front side touch the cold stone floor far too quickly. The Hobbit lay on his stomach, Snaga holding his shoulders and sitting on him like on a horse. A hand ran to the breeches of the Orc captain. Quickly, Snaga opened the ties and pulled his hoses down. Frodo screeched in fear of death when he felt the naked Orc skin on his untouched, silky Hobbit skin. Never has Frodo been touched by another. Never has he had any sexual experiences in his young life. The boy has just become an adult from his age and was as young as the morning. “I will stab you with my knife when you don’t stop squeaking, you lousy little bastard!”, the Orc threatened. Though Frodo know he would probably be serious with his threat, he could not stop his terrified screams. The Hobbit tried to crawl away under the Orc’s weight and wanted to pull his body through the strength of his arms. But Snaga was too heavy and Frodo was too weak, so it did do no good for him to try to escape. It only caused Frodo’s hands to bleed after a while, and his shoulders ached from the futile attempts to flee. Snaga moaned from the motion between his thighs. If the boy kept on struggling, it would be even more interesting to take his innocence from him, the Orc thought. But nonetheless did he beat down a fist on Frodo’s back to make the boy crash down. Frodo moaned now as well. Snaga’s member was erect and needy to get into Frodo. A last glance over the creamy back of the little one, and Snaga pushed his best friend against Frodo’s entrance. A last struggle made Snaga nearly fall off, but when the tip of his cock entered Frodo, the boy could not struggle anymore but only scream. The screams were louder than anything the Hobbit had given from his mouth before. He had never felt something similar before. Had never been entered by another. And this much unwanted and strongly painful invasion was the greatest pain the little boy could have imagined. When Snaga was fully inside of him, Frodo’s body stopped moving, and the boy let out a single sigh that expressed his disgust. For resisting had been futile, Frodo now only lay there, and he nearly fainted, rolling his light blue eyes. His head hammered from the various crashes to the floor, and a blue bruise was already appearing underneath his black curls. It was not the only bruise. Snaga thrust into the boy again and again. Frodo did not really notice it all. He lay somewhere between consciousness and unconsciousness, feeling pain in his whole body but being too tired to do anything against it. The Orc’s shaft hit a spot within the Hobbit, that suddenly it felt good. Frodo’s eyes brightened again. He tried to look up to see what was going on but could not due to his dizziness and the pain. There the spot was hit again. Frodo curled up in resistance, whimpering softly. It was Snaga’s next fist on his side that made him collapse onto his belly with a heavy moan once again. Frodo tried to move his legs, tried to do anything. But every move hurt. He heard Snaga in his mind, groaning and whispering words the little boy did not know. And then he screamed again, screamed under the constant pain that seemed to split his tiny body in the half and that moved cruelly within him, hurting more with every new thrust. And suddenly Snaga held still for a second. Frodo quickly raised his head, not knowing what to expect, when a juice shot into his body, warm and sticky. Frodo sobbed and choked on it. The warm flow went through every inch of his body, coming deeper than the Orc had been and making him feel wholly uncomfortable. Frodo coughed when the chokes were too much for his lungs. Snaga pulled his prick out of the child’s anus. Frodo shrieked when he felt the member slip out but calmed down the same moment. Blood followed Snaga’s member in a high amount. But it was over. He had survived it... Just Snaga did not think the same. With a rough claw, he turned Frodo onto his back so that the boy was fully exposed to him. Frodo struggled and looked fearfully into the Orc’s face. Snaga only led his hand down to his belt where he found a rope. Quicker than Frodo could react, he grabbed his wrists and bound the rope around them. Frodo flinched and tried to pull his arms away – but Snaga held them firmly and they were bound tightly. Frodo still pulled back. “Child, you will not forget what I am going to do to you now!”, the Orc laughed. And the second hand on his belt pulled a knife out of the leather. Frodo screamed and gulped and choked, but Snaga held his bound wrists close enough. The tip of the knife touched Frodo’s stomach. The Hobbit yelled and screamed “Please!” when the knife cut his skin but that only encouraged Snaga, who loved torturing his victims. Blood ran down Frodo’s belly and into the hair that covered his privacy. Snaga bent down to lick it away. All around Frodo’s navel, there were cuts, long ones that stretched from the upper part of his stomach down to his groin. The boy was sobbing for each of the cuts burnt and hurt like hell. When Snaga stopped stabbing him, Frodo allowed himself to sigh. Again he thought it to be over, but the blood on his thighs reminded him that it was not. For now Snaga bent over the figure of the little creature which made Frodo huddle together to a ball. In try to protect himself, he lifted his hands over his face. Snaga grabbed the ties of Frodo’s wrists and pulled him roughly to his body. Without hesitating a second, the Orc pushed his tongue into Frodo’s mouth. It muffled a cry from the boy, and he tried to curl his tongue away from the assailant’s tongue within his mouth. Snaga smiled while licking the whole inside of Frodo’s mouth. He moved over the Hobbit’s teeth and sucked at his tongue which could not hide away from Snaga’s tongue. With a bite to Frodo’s lower lip, drawing blood at yet another place of his body, Snaga withdrew. Frodo panted, having felt the invasion of his mouth the very first time in his life. The cheeks of the boy were rosy. He had never experienced this before – and it had not felt too disgusting after all. Snaga’s lips crushed down on Frodo’s left nipple. The boy gulped from astonishment and then disgust, and Snaga sucked at the nipple, biting the vulnerable flesh with tiny tips of his teeth. Frodo pushed his hands down on Snaga’s head to push him away from his chest. The rope hit against Snaga’s forehead and the Orc was angry. “What are you...?”, he wanted to shout and made a move as to slap Frodo into the face. But another Uruk was standing behind the two, and Snaga turned around. “He wanted to run away!”, Snaga said to the Uruk. That one leered down onto Frodo. “Let us hinder him!”, he said. Frodo screeched in fear. One Orc had been a torment to his virgin body, but an Orc *and* a much taller Uruk would mean death for him. The little boy struggled and hit his hands against Snaga’s chest. “Aye, that bastard is hurting me!”, the Orc yelled after the second hit. His words made Frodo cower together immediately, not daring to face the Orc from somewhere else than behind his bonds. Snaga grabbed them and pulled Frodo back to him, turning the Hobbit to lie on the ground again. The cuts on his belly hurt terribly when touching the cold and dirty floor. And then he felt a tongue licking his little buttocks to free them from all the blood. “Have him as well if ye want!”, Frodo heard Snaga speak. He winced, knowing what to expect. The Uruk giggled. “I will enjoy that little crap!”, he replied. And Frodo felt himself being pushed down to the floor with a cold claw and invaded one more time. It was harder than the first time. The Uruk was bigger, and his enormous penis tore the flesh of Frodo’s anus. It was twice as big as the Orc’s prick. Frodo sobbed desperately. His blood ran over the floor and coloured the boots of the Uruk red. Snaga knelt beside him and lifted Frodo’s lower part with both hands. The pain of the touch of his belly made Frodo forget the pain within his body for a second. He somehow wanted Snaga to do more to other parts of his body as long as it made him forget the pain in his anus. And Snaga lifted his hips upwards so that the Uruk had it easier to thrust. Frodo’s passage way was not as tight like this, too, so that even the Hobbit preferred to be on his knees rather than to lie on his front side. His back was robbed of feelings and Frodo felt cold in his lower body. From the hips downwards he hardly had any feelings at all. Was the Uruk damaging his body now for the rest of his life? But was his life even going on like that? Would he be...dead soon? Frodo’s tears mixed with the blood and made the floor as wet and sticky as it had not been a long time. =^..^= Sam was already rushing up the stairs of Cirirth Ungol. Frodo could not have known there was already rescue approaching, but Sam did everything to be there as quick as he could be. The sounds of the tower were scaring. The Orc, Sam had seen on his way upstairs, had passed out of sight, and now only faintly could be heard the slapping of its feet as if it went on and up. But beside the Orc and the noises of motion, Sam could hear something else. Every now and then it gave a yell, and the echo ran along the walls. But slowly all sound of it died away. Yells? It was Frodo yelling... And then no sound at all? What has been done to the boy to stop his screaming? =^..^= Frodo lay motionless, half soaked with blood, half flooded with tears. All was quiet around the boy for the Orcs had gone and left him alone. Thoughts began to torment the child. They stripped me off everything... (...) I was aching and weary... (...) I didn’t dare to move when I was left alone, or one of the guards came. I lay here terrified. And then all went deadly quiet, and that was worse. (...) And I’ve a pain here... They were gone, he told himself, they are not doing this to you any longer. But what they had to him! When Frodo closed his eyes, he saw the lustful eyes of the Orcs and the Uruks. And when he let the images in his mind go, he even thought he could feel the thing in his body, tearing him, damaging him. Frodo sobbed quietly and tears ran slowly down into his beautiful black curls. =^..^= Frodo had fallen back into sleep for a few hours and then woke again. He was still on the ground, just that his nose had started to bleed again. He must have done a movement during sleep that had caused the wound to re-open. And still the boy dared not move. He lay motionless and feared an Orc or worse would come to get him the moment he stretched a leg or an elbow. But suddenly Frodo thought he heard a familiar sound. Yes, he could hear something, but not a voice. Footsteps were approaching. The door in the passage beneath Frodo’s dungeon opened and closed with a dull thud; and then a snarling Orc voice rang out. “Ho la! You up there, you little dunghill rat! Stop your squeaking, or I’ll come and deal with you. D’you hear?” There was no answer. “Alright!”, growled Snaga. “But I’ll come and have a look at you all the same, and see what you’re up to!” Snaga thrust the ladder to Frodo’s dungeon upwards, steadied it and then clambered out of sight. Frodo’s eyes widened in terror, and then he heard the hideous voice speaking again. “You lie quiet, or you’ll pay for it! You’ve not got long to live in peace, I guess; but if you don’t want the fun to begin right now, keep your trap shut, see? There’s a reminder for you!” There was a sound like the crack of a whip. And Frodo felt it, felt it beat down onto him and tearing his flesh open. Still, he did not move his body for an inch. He thought it would do no good to resist. But he could not know Sam was already there. The Hobbit had climbed up the whole stair case of Cirith Ungol and was just there, watching what was happening to his friend right at the moment. At that rage blazed in Sam’s heart to a sudden fury. He sprang up, ran and went up the ladder like a cat. His head came out in the middle of the floor of a large round chamber. A red lamp hang from its roof; the westward window-slit was high and dark. Something was lying on the floor by the wall under the window, but over it a black Orc-shape was straddled. It raised a whip a second time, but the blew never fell. Sam caught the Orc off his guard. “I will make you bleed!”, Snaga threatened down to the child underneath him between his legs, and he only felt something pierce him and stab through his whole chest from the back to the front, hearing a voice say “Not before I will make *you* bleed!” The blue blade that came out of Snaga’s body made the Orc look down in disbelief. But there was no time left to think what was going on. The Orc fell to the side and moved no more. Sam gave no more thought to it. He ran to the figure huddled on the floor. It was Frodo. He was naked, lying as if in a swoon on a heap of filthy rags: his arm was flung up, shielding his had, and across his side there ran an ugly whip-weal. “Frodo! Frodo, my dear!”, cried Sam, tears almost blinding him. “It’s Sam, I’ve come!” He lifted his master and hugged him to his breast. Frodo opened his eyes. “Am I still dreaming?”, he muttered. “But the other dreams were horrible.” “You’re not dreaming at all, Master!”, said Sam. “It’s real. It’s me. I’ve come.” “I can hardly believe it!”, said Frodo, clutching him. “There was an Orc with a whip, and then it turned into Sam!” (...) And he lay back in Sam’s gentle arms, closing his eyes, like a child at rest when night-fears are driven away by some loved voice or hand. Sam kissed Frodo’s forehead. They would have to escape from Cirith Ungol as quick as they could. Not that they were together again, all seemed only half as terrible as before. “Can you walk?”, Sam asked. “Yes, I can walk!”, said Frodo, getting up slowly. “I am not hurt, Sam. Only I fell very tired.” He put his hand to the back of his neck above his left shoulder. He stood up, and it looked to Sam as if he was clothed in flame: his naked skin was scarlet in the light of the lamp above. Sam smiled to see his beloved Frodo able to stand. He could not know what had been done to the boy. “Now what’s to be done?”, Sam asked trying to sound (...) cheerful (...) You can’t go walking in the Black Land in naught but your skin, Mr Frodo!” =^..^= Wagner’s last projects: Blood and Torture No one trusts an Elf! Wagner’s next project: Blood and Torture 2 E-mail me!!!