Absolutely by Siluresina siluresina@hotmail.com Rating: NC-17 Warnings: slash, BD, rape, PWP Pairing: Erestor/Legolas Summary: Erestor is offended. Legolas must pay. *points at icon* Disclaimer: Tolkien's not mine, no money being made and no copyright infringement intended. Thwack! "Oh what a satisfying sound!" he thought. Thwack! The feel of the long lash in his hand wasn't too bad either. The leather was worn in just the right places where it wound about his hand. His fingers closed over its coils more tightly. He arched like a dancer, boots firmly planted far apart. He drew back his long lean arm and took practiced aim, a particular precision honed over centuries. Thwack! He could do this in his sleep. Erestor chuckled inwardly at that thought. Indeed, he had been known to sink into reverie even whilst flogging some hapless victim if the proceedings lasted longer than he could abide otherwise. Lord Elrond was very patient when he wished to obtain information not immediately forthcoming. Most cracked before he'd even fully applied the lash. Erestor sometimes grew bored with the tedium of it. This was not the case at the moment though. Thwack! Erestor was very much aware. Strikingly so in fact. This was personal. Sometimes, lessons had to be learnt the hard way. Thwack! Rosy lines criss-crossed creamy alabaster skin slicked with droplets of sweat in intricate knot-work patterns. The young elf flinched every time he added a new repeat of the complicated motif. He had begun at his ankles and the nape of his neck, building the complex pattern slowly. Of course, he had gagged him as soon as the sleeping draught had taken affect. He would suffer no more of the foolish elfling's insolence. Thwack! It was a beautiful sight. Erestor never failed to appreciate his own artistry with the lash. The rosy pattern had begun very lightly, already his first marks had begun to fade. It wouldn't have done to jolt his new toy awake. Erestor was nothing if not a professional. He preferred the quiet build of a slow burn rather than the sharp bite of a quickly searing welt. His first task nearly complete, he stood in rapture at the triumph of the increasingly red streaks on the elfling's skin which now covered his back and thighs. Thwack! The light pattern Erestor had woven from both ends of him to the middle had grown in intensity until it finally consummated itself in deep maroon stripes across the perfectly formed buttocks. The elfling bucked and whimpered softly each time the lash bit into his sensitized flesh. Erestor had to touch it. Velvet cloak swishing behind him, he stalked toward the naked elf. Gently tracing the lines from his lash with the tip of a lightly calloused finger, he purred, "Of course you realize, we've only just begun." He watched as a shiver made the waist length blond locks shimmer and dance in the dusky twilight. He didn't care if it was from his words or his touch. He didn't care if it was from fear or outrage. It really didn't matter. He knew this one would cry out, begging for mercy in the end. It had been outrage at first. That was certain. It had been Erestor's outrage at his words that had brought them here. The elfling had struck a nerve deep within him. He had watched, glaring daggers at him for his presumptuousness. Erestor had taken the young one's words as a personal affront to his skill, perhaps, even to his character. He thought too, that the fact that this was a Mirkwood elf might have had something to do with it. Long had relations between Imladris and Mirkwood been strained. Now that the War of the Ring was over, Erestor guessed Lord Elrond was attempting to make peace with Mirkwood before he sailed for the West. Erestor sighed. Why else would he have invited a delegation here? Of course, Thranduil himself had not come. He had sent his scrawny elfling instead. Pity that. For all his great renown as one of the legendary Fellowship, in Erestor's opinion Thranduil's youngest was either hopelessly ignorant or extremely naive. His words had proved that beautifully earlier that afternoon. "There is absolutely nothing sexually threatening about an elf." he had overheard him say. Immediately, a red coiling anger had begun to glow deep within Erestor's heart. How dare he! He breathed deeply, enjoying the scent of the elfing's fear and sweat mingled with that of the night-blooming flowers carpeting their quiet glade. He continued tracing the lacy red lines down his captive's back, finally cupping one firm buttock with a deceptively delicate white hand. The elf whimpered as the burn flared in his skin. "You chose your words unwisely, lirimaer." he whispered into the elfling's flushed ear, "I intend to teach you a lesson in Truth. A lesson you won't soon forget." And indeed, Erestor spoke truly, for the elf hanging suspended by the wrists from a high tree branch had never had such an experience before. His ankles were bound by hithlain ropes secured to stakes placed some distance apart and driven deeply into the soil. He would have thought his unfortunate position rather obscene had he been afforded the vantage point from which his captor eyed him maliciously. The blond was a sharp contrast to Erestor's own dark coloring. Jet black hair fell around prominent cheekbones and large dark eyes. It cascaded over his shoulders like water on a moonless night. His skin was very fair. Full pouting lips complemented his face. They were the color of ripe cherries. Erestor possessed the sort of captivating exotic beauty that lured many elves into his clutches. A dark predatory fire burned in his gaze. Most elves thought him rather cold and unfeeling. He was neither. Dropping the coils of the lash, he picked up his black riding crop in one hand and a bottle of richly scented oil in the other. The next phase of his plan required more intimate contact than the lash could afford. "You see, lirimaer," Erestor said as he ran the tip of the crop up the inside of one of the elfling's thighs, "you should not make blind assumptions about an entire people." Lightly tracing his balls with the loop of leather at the tip he informed him, "There is always an exception." Erestor traced his crop down the inside of the other thigh. "I take offense at your words of this afternoon, for you see," Erestor leaned in close, "I am that exception." He lightly tapped the elfling's balls with the crop for punctuation. Legolas squeaked. Uncorking the bottle of musky oil in which he had steeped certain spices, Erestor continued, "You will discover ernil-nin, that the sexual predation of elves is a fine and subtle art form." Erestor poured a small bit of the richly perfumed oil onto his fingertips. Again he traced the marks of his lash, slowly and deliberately. The pungent scent of it filled the air wrapping the two of them in a sensuous cocoon. Legolas leaned his head back and groaned as an exquisite heat coursed through the slowly fading wounds. Erestor walked around Legolas' body. He dripped the oil over his captive's collarbones and watched as it ran in slow rivers down his chest. Legolas squirmed. While he was momentarily distracted by the oil, Erestor brought forth a tiny pair of clamps connected by a mithril chain from a hidden pocket in his cloak. When he quickly snapped them onto Legolas' nipples, the elf's head snapped up and he let out an outraged squawk around his gag. His sapphire eyes were flashing with anger and defiance. "I thought that might get your attention." smirked Erestor. He lazily traced the tip of his crop up and down Legolas' flanks and thighs, watching as slowly fear replaced the anger. Dipping his fingers into the oil in the hollow of the prince's throat, Erestor reached down between Legolas' legs and began to stroke his cock. His black eyes bored holes into Legolas' frightened gaze. Tap, tap, tap went Erestor's crop along his sides. Erestor wasn't hurting him, yet, just letting him feel it. Against his will, Erestor's touch was quickly bringing the prince to hardened arousal. "Why so frightened ernil-nin?" asked Erestor softly. "It is quite obvious to me that you are enjoying this. Besides, wasn't it you who said that there is absolutely nothing sexually threatening about an elf?" Erestor paused as if waiting for an answer. Legolas only stared. "It makes me wonder, then, why do I see both fear and desire in your eyes?" Erestor increased the pace and the pressure of his strokes on Legolas' cock. The young elf's body jerked against his bonds. The spicy heat of the oil had engulfed his lower regions and made him impossibly hard. The heady aroma only made it worse. Legolas clenched his eyes shut tightly. A single silver tear seeped from one corner and ran down his cheek. Erestor's hand left his cock. Crack! went the crop against his thigh causing stinging pain. "Open your eyes!" commanded Erestor. "You will do nothing unless I allow it. Is that understood princeling?" Snapping his eyes open, Legolas nodded affirmatively. Hawk-like, Erestor's gaze focused upon the tear glistening on Legolas' cheek. He snatched it up with a fingertip. He gazed intently at it for a moment before returning his burning gaze to that of the prince. Without a word, he slowly placed his finger between his ruby lips, tasting Legolas' pain. Legolas nearly forgot to breathe. Erestor looked more dangerous in that moment than Legolas had ever thought any ancient elf could look. Smiling slightly and arching a thin eyebrow, Erestor whispered, "Delicious." It was in that moment that desire almost overcame fear. Legolas moaned in spite of himself. Erestor smirked. He turned on his heel and walked over to the tree out of Legolas' line of vision where he had tied off the suspension rope earlier. He untied it and lowered his captive slightly. It was just enough to let him support his weight on his feet. Erestor knew the short leads keeping his legs wide apart would keep the prince incapable of kicking. Erestor put his crop down on a flat boulder with the rest of his implements and silently shed his clothes. He re-buckled the black leather scabbard containing his knife to his thigh. He had used it earlier to cut the prince out of that infernal geen tunic he always wore along with the rest of his clothes while the drug had still sung in his veins. Making a mental note to clothe him properly in the morning, Erestor took up his crop once more and strode across the clearing toward his elfling, the only sounds those of crickets and tiny frogs. He wrapped his arm about Legolas' waist and pulled his back firmly against his chest, pressing his crop against the prince's front. The tip jutted up and made Legolas raise his head. It dug into the soft underside of his chin rather uncomfortably. Erestor placed the fingers of his other hand at the knot of Legolas' gag. He could feel Erestor's throbbing erection against his buttock. "I would release this if you will agree to keep silent." he hissed in the prince's ear. Legolas nodded his agreement as best he could without impaling his own throat on Erestor's crop. He had no choice and he knew it. Erestor removed the crop and let it fall to the earth within easy reach, but his arm still encircled the elfling's waist. Legolas thought Erestor's untying the knot painfully slow. The arm about his waist moved lower. "Do not move." whispered Erestor into his ear. Legolas obeyed. He moaned softly when he felt Erestor's hand embrace his cock once more, stroking firmly and deliberately as before. He gasped when his tender mouth was at last freed. He felt Erestor's free hand snake into his hair, and yelped when Erestor jerked his head back, hard. In one swift motion Erestor released the elfling's hair and drew his knife. He wrapped his arm around the prince's chest and placed the flat of the cold black blade against his white throat. A most pleasing visual contrast, Erestor thought. Legolas was caught between pleasure and pain. His muscles began to ache from being held in one position for so long. The edges of the blade at his throat bit into his skin. Erestor's talented fingers were slowly drawing him toward the brink of orgasm. When Erestor began tormenting his ear with an equally talented tongue, erotic jolts of fire sang along Legolas' nerves. The heat from the spiced oil had not abated in the slightest. Its musky scent still hung heavy in the humid air. Too late, Legolas stifled a low moan. Erestor stopped and stepped away. Sighing, he picked up his crop and the vial of oil. "You promised me silence, little one." he purred. "Clearly, you cannot be trusted to tell the truth...but then, that is what brought us here. Apparently, you have not learned your lesson well enough quite yet." Crack! went the crop across Legolas' buttocks. It was all he could do not to cry out. Crack! Another blow across his back. Crack! Another across the back of one thigh. A few tears ran down the prince's face. Erestor wasn't playing any more. Crack! across his ribs. Crack! on the other thigh. Legolas bit his tongue to keep from screaming and tasted blood. Erestor crossed the clearing once again and untied the rope. He pulled it along the tree branch causing Legolas' body to lean forward. This new position caused a burning ache to bloom in the prince's already strained shoulders and wrists. While the balls of his feet still touched the earth, most of his weight was now suspended by the rope. When he returned, Erestor poured more oil from the vial onto Legolas' torn flesh. The elfling gasped as a new dimension of searing heat skated through his nerves. Once again Erestor's double-edged knife was at his throat. Legolas felt still more oil, felt it drip down his beating, singing skin into the crack of his ass and run down his thighs. Slowly, Erestor drew the knife away, drawing the thinnest line of blood as he did so. He felt Erestor's arm snake around his hips to pull his buttocks up against the fronts of his thighs. Legolas could only guess what was to happen next and closed his eyes. He felt Erestor's crop resting against his hip. Erestor leaned over him. He stroked Legolas' cock again briefly and ran his hand over his oil slicked buttocks appreciatively. He did do beautiful work. When Erestor worked one oiled finger inside his pink opening, Legolas yelped. Crack! went Erestor's crop against the side of his thigh. "Silence!" he hissed. Legolas bit his lip. When Erestor inserted another finger and began to scissor him open, violent shudders wracked his body. It made him jerk against the ropes. Legolas was in pain, inside and out, yet very, very aroused as well. He couldn't think straight anymore. It took all his warrior's honed concentration to obey Erestor and keep silent. Erestor inserted a third finger and began teasing his cock again with his other hand. Again, Legolas tasted blood as he bit his lip harder. It felt as if he were being ripped apart, and the burning of the oil was working from both the skin of his cock and his insides. He twisted and bucked against the ropes, but Erestor's forearm held him fast against his thighs. He was much stronger than he looked. Erestor leaned over him again, pushing his fingers in further. Legolas' panting breaths were loud in the quiet glade. Erestor purred in his ear, "Now do I prove your presumption false, ernil-nin. You will admit that *I* am sexually threatening, yes?" Legolas whimpered. Erestor found his sweet spot and stroked it. At the same instant, he brought his crop down with another deafening Crack! "Answer me!" he roared. Stars exploded before Legolas' eyes. "Yes." he croaked. Crack! came the crop again as Erestor's fingers were suddenly removed. "Louder elfling, I can't quite hear you." Erestor said icily while switching to gently tapping the crop against Legolas' hip and stroking his cock mercilessly. "Yes!" sobbed Legolas. "Very good, elfling." said Erestor with smug satisfaction. "However, although you appear to have now learned the lesson I wished to teach you, I shall make good on my threat. Thus will I drive the lesson home to keep you from forgetting it." Legolas wailed. Erestor got aggravated. "I. Did. Not. Give. You. Leave. To. Speak!" he hissed, each word punctuated by a crack of the crop across his buttocks. Legolas began to cry, as silently as he could manage. Erestor had really beaten him hard this last time. Legolas was beginning to break. Erestor tucked the crop into the strap of his scabbard and smiled to himself. He gently rubbed more of the oil onto Legolas' beautiful ass almost affectionately. Legolas tensed against his bonds as another wave of the searing heat washed over him. Erestor positioned his cock at the prince's entrance and waited, just letting him feel it there, building the tension and the terrible anticipation. Legolas shuddered. This couldn't be happening, except, that it was. Erestor leaned over him, just pressing the barest tip of his cock into the prince. Legolas desperately fought the scream trying to rise within his throat as a burning pain, much much worse than that of the oil, bloomed and began to grow at the site of this new humiliation. Erestor purred into his ear, "And now, ernil-nin, you are wholly and completely, MINE." With the last word, Erestor thrust himself deep into Legolas' body, completely to the hilt. A blood-curdling scream ripped through the glade as Legolas broke at last. "Ah elfling, you scream so beautifully!" remarked Erestor drawing forth his crop from the strap at his thigh. "It seems almost a shame to make you pay for it." Crack! went his crop across Legolas' lower back. The prince arched. Erestor stepped forward, pinning Legolas against his hips, his splayed legs stretched backward, ankles still bound to the stakes. From this position, Erestor could remain inside him, yet have both his hands free. Legolas nearly passed out from the firey pain, but only nearly. Erestor was a master craftsman and was not about to allow his captive the least bit of relief. He bent forward covering Legolas' abused back with his chest. He wrapped his hand around the prince's cock and began to tease him hard again. Legolas could feel Erestor's hot breath on his neck. Erotic sizzles coursed between his neck and his cock despite the pain in his ass. Nipping at Legolas' ear lobe with pearly teeth Erestor said softly, "You may scream for me now." and began to move. And scream Legolas did. Erestor stroked his cock in time with long slow thrusts, plundering the prince's naive innocence to merciless and utter destruction. Each thrust of his thick cock within the prince drew forth from him yet another piercing scream. Legolas screamed in dual agony and bliss. It was thrilling music to Erestor's ears, and he laughed in his triumph. "Yes lirimaer!" he howled, "Only now do you fully grasp the lesson!" Erestor increased the pace, changing the angle of his thrusts to hit Legolas' sweet spot. The pitch of the prince's screams went higher. Stars danced and exploded before Legolas' eyes, making his vision blur. He no longer knew if what he felt was pleasure or pain for both were overwhelming and excruciating. Every nerve in his body was singing, singing for Erestor, singing Erestor's name. Nothing else existed but Erestor and the pounding rhythm. "Speak my name, little one!" Erestor growled in his ear. "Tell me to whom you belong!" "ERESTOR!" screamed Legolas in a high keening wail. "Again!" commanded Erestor. "ERESTOR!" screamed the prince, louder this time. Legolas came hard, long white ropes of semen streaking through the air. It spattered the night-blooming flowers beneath him and covered his master's hand. "Absolutely!" roared Erestor as his own orgasm erupted deep inside Legolas. "ABSOLUTELY!" echoed the prince in complete submission. Erestor had undone him, breaking him to his will completely. Erestor dressed himself and cleaned his implements carefully before removing the nipple clamps and cutting the prince's bonds. Legolas' limp body fell to the earth with a dull thud. Erestor cleaned him up with a mirouvar soaked cloth and carefully applied healing salve to his wounds. Never let it be said that Erestor left a mess. He sat on the ground and pulled a limp and exhausted Legolas into his lap. The prince had his eyes closed. His breath came in short pants. Erestor observed him thoughtfully. Little beads of sweat dotted Legolas' forehead. Erestor bent his head and kissed them away with ruby lips. Not wanting to see, Legolas croaked out, "Why?" in a strangled whisper. "You know why." purred Erestor softly, running his fingertips over the silky skin of Legolas' chest. "I have made you mine, little one, and I always take very good care of my things." Then Erestor dressed his prince in the linen night shirt he had brought for him. Cradling him in his arms, Erestor carried Legolas back to the Last Homely House and to Erestor's own chambers. There, he tucked the elfling into his bed. Legolas had already slipped into reverie. Staring down at his new prize, Erestor said softly, "Absolutely." Fini lirimaer-beautiful one ernil-nin-my prince