My Dreams, My Heaven
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-Multi-Age › Slash - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
7
Views:
3,981
Reviews:
8
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
Las and the world he lives in are the only things that are mine. Any others worlds and characters belong the J.R.R. Tolkien and his estate and I by no means what so ever intend to make profit off of writing this story
My Dreams, My Heaven
Title: My Dreams, My Heaven
Author: Lenora
Contact: romanticthief77@yahoo.com
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Elladan/Elrohir, Elladan/Elrohir/Legolas, Elladan/Legolas, Elrohir/legolas,
Legolas/Las (oc), Elladan/Las(oc), Elrohir/Las(oc), Elladan/Elrohir/Legolas/Las(oc)
Warnings: Violence, Angst, Explicit twincest, Non-con, Mpreg, cross-dressing, character death/rebirth. Original Character, Trans-gender (Hermaphrodite).
Feedback: helps me know what I’m doing wrong, what I can improve, and makes me happy
Summary: Las is an abused Hermaphrodite in a world that looks down on hermaphrodites and homosexuality. The only thing that keeps him going night after night of servicing clients for his parents is his old and worn Lord of the rings trilogy book, which he must hide because such books have been banned from society. Each morning when he goes to sleep, he escapes into a dream where his heroes ease his troubled mind from the stress of his hellish life. But for Las his dreams become his heaven when one night after some clients go to far, but how long can this heaven last for little Las because even in this world there are those that would seek to cause him pain.
Notes: Italics indicate mind speak and Italics indicate thoughts,
Disclaimer: Las and the world he lives in are the only things that are mine. Any others worlds and characters belong the J.R.R. Tolkien and his estate and I by no means what so ever intend to make profit off of writing this story or any other story I may write involving his characters. This is done purely for fun and for my own amusement and the enjoyment of my readers…if I have any
A/N: I have no beta reader so all mistakes are mine. If you wish to help me out in any way my ears and eyes are open to suggestions, this is not my first time writing fan fiction, but I haven’t done it in a while so I am very very very rusty.
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Chapter 1
It had been so long since he had felt the caress of the wind or the kiss of the sun on his skin. It had been so long since a smile had graced his lovely face. For years he had been locked away in this attic, fearing the night and what would come through that door at the bottom of the stairs.
The only company he had was his old book that he had stolen out of the town library when he was younger; it was banned now because it presented what could be homosexual relationships, according to the government. But to Las his lord of the rings book was the only thing that gave him hope, that maybe one day he might be free of his nightmare.
This government had turned his life upside down, while he had never been loved by his parents, who have always tried to hide him for what he was. He had been able to go outside one time in his life; he has been able to enjoy the sun as it warmed him while he laid in the grass on a lazy summer afternoon. The day that horrible man took over the throne and the country, and had sought to destroy all those who were different, starting with the hermaphrodites and homosexuals.
He had done nothing to deserve this hell, the nightmare that was his life now. He had no control over what he was; he didn’t choose to be born a hermaphrodite. That didn’t stop them from hating him though, from punishing him for shaming them.
Hermaphrodites were seen as the scum of the earth these days, dirty, filthy beings that no one could ever love. Homosexuality was illegal and hermaphrodites had no choice in the matter, no matter which gender they preferred, they were homosexual either way and there for filthy creatures and the work of evil.
His parents had tried to pass him off for the son they had always wanted but as he aged it became obvious what he was. They couldn’t hide who he was for much longer; as he aged he became more feminine, developing the seductive curves of a woman. He could no longer pull off the lie of a beloved son for his parents.
So they devised a plan to rid themselves of him to finally dispose of their child whom they hated with every fiber of the beings, but when It came down to the task of ending his life, his mother could not. Despite hating him for everything he was, she was still his mother and it went against her nature to destroy that which she had created.
So another plan was devised, they had never been a wealthy family, had always had to live from paycheck to paycheck, why not profit from their little hermaphrodite freak.
That is when his hell had truly begun; nothing the government could ever do would amount to the horrible things he had to do because of who he was. they forced him into the spare attic room and chained him to the old radiator. They had left him alone for days up there until one night a man he had never met came up the stairs and had stood and looked at him for a long time. To him it felt like hours being watched that way, the man eyes raking every inch of his body, mentally undressing him.
That night he experienced the worst pain in his young life, having his virginity violently taken from him. No beating his father had ever given had hurt him so deeply physically and spiritually. Every night from there on he serviced client after client, male or female, if they had a fetish for rape and hermaphrodites they came to him each night. Sometimes they came in groups and forced drugs on him, forcing pleasure onto his body, but few did that, not many liked to see their partner enjoying themselves.
Last night had been no different; he had serviced every client that came up those stairs until the first light of dawn broke the night sky. He had been given his customary meal of bread and water, just enough to keep him alive. Cold water had been dumped on him to clean him from the previous night. Not that it mattered many of the clients liked to see the bruises and blood that covered his body. He had pried his beloved book from its hiding place and had read as much as he could before sleep tried to take him away. He put his book safely away and settled down to his dreams, where his beloved heroes would wash away his tears and comfort him for just a little while until he had to awaken again to face his hell another night.
Tonight though was different, he was to service several very important men. he had been washed from head to toe his long hair brushed and his face painted in ridiculous hues, and dressed in some hideous pink dress a little girl might wear to some frilly girly event, All this because these clients wanted him like this. And they were paying a lot of money apparently to have him just so.
He had never serviced clients that wanted him to appear a certain way; it scared him to think what they might do to him. He was past the point of caring what they did to him; it had been years since he left this damned room. While he no longer cared it still scared him every time he head them come up the stairs to him, Something new like this had never come up, and he felt humiliated dressed this way.
A new low for him he had never thought possible given he was a sex slave for his parents, and had lived in this attic eating moldy bread for so long he could no longer remember how real food tasted. He didn’t want to have to continually serve these horrible people. He couldn’t stand another night of rape and beatings. He wanted this hell to be over; if he was now going to have to become more personal with his clients he couldn’t bear the thought of it. Always it was impersonal beatings and rape no care as to how he looked or felt so long as they received the physical pleasure and high they got from hurting him. If this was how it was going to be, he couldn’t wait for the night a client went too far.
He was so lost in thought as he sat on his dirty mattress waiting for his clients, that he didn’t realize they had arrived until they stood before him.
Five men all dressed in business suits looked down on him, he could barely see their faces the room was so dark just lit by a simple lamp behind them. The attic that had been his home for so long now seemed a much more ominous place with these men in it.
His heart was racing as he leaned back and spread his legs in his customary greeting to all his clients, most enjoyed viewing his unique genitals, even though it made him sick to show his body in such a way. But this time it wasn’t what the clients wanted. One man reached down and grabbed his ankle pulling him off the mattress on onto the cold floor; another kicked him in the stomach forcing the air from his lungs another took his wrists and forced them above his head, slamming a knife through his palms to hold him in place.
He screamed in agony, none had ever been so brutal with him; he had been beaten violently many times but nothing like this before. The other men joined in on kicking him, he heard his bones crack and the stinging of the knife through him palms was nearly unbearable. They continued to beat him for what felt like hours but could only have been minutes and he kept on screaming.
Then they stopped suddenly one man pulling out a camera and taking pictures of his beaten body. While the pictures were being taken of him one man ripped open his dress and fondled his breasts while another fondled his genitals.
The knife was taken from his palms causing him to scream out as searing pain shot through his body, one of the men shoved his cock into his mouth quieting his screams, he tried his best to service the man the best he could, but it was so hard to breath he must have broken ribs every breath was torture. The man kept shoving his cock down his throat with no mercy, then the cock was taken from his mouth and he was forced to sit up on one of the men’s lap taking his cock into his opening, another man kneeled behind him and forced himself into his other opening.
Tears slid down his face, his body was on fire with pain, he had serviced men like this before but they had never been so brutally violent with him. The same man that had forced to suck his cock earlier shoved it back down his throat. Meanwhile the other two mean took themselves in hand and continued taking pictures. This went on until the three men inside him found release cum and blood oozing from his openings and mouth, he fell to the ground not having the strength to hold himself up any longer.
They all laughed at him, as the other two released onto his broken body. One man, the largest of them, took up the knife from earlier and began to carve into his skin, he could barely scream his voice was so hoarse, the pain was unlike anything he had ever felt before, when the man was done he forced him to look down to his blood and bruise covered chest to see the word freak carved into his chest.
His blue green eyes widened in panic, these men had no boundaries they would do whatever they pleased with him, rules be damned they didn’t care they were paying a lot of money for him, why should they care?
That was when he realized he might not make it through the night, while that scared him it also made him happy to think that tonight his hell might over. Tonight he could stay in his dream forever; he could lose himself in a world where he wouldn’t be punished for simply being the way he was. That was all he wanted, and he tried to slip into his world letting go away from the pain.
The beating continued though, the men didn’t stop simply because he was barely responding, they forced themselves on him over and over again each time more humiliating than the last. There wasn’t a part of his body that didn’t ache in agony from the brutal treatment. Still he remained lost in his world as they continued to violate him, until pain worse than any that night sliced through the fog of his mind bringing him out of his dreams and back to reality, they had sliced a him across his shoulder and chest so deeply that blood poured from the wound out onto the floor to pool around him.
Still they did not stop, the beating and the rape went on, but for him everything slowed down, he could hear his heart beating in the background along with the men’s grunts and groans as they continued to violate him. He saw the ends of his blonde hair dyed red from the growing pool of blood around him the white skin of his hand looked so pale laying in the blood, the bruises that covered it an ugly blemish upon snow white skin. The edge of his vision became dark and blurred and the sounds of the men seemed farther away and the beating of his heart louder and slower. The darkness moved in closer around him.
Then he heard the most beautiful sound he had ever heard, the sound of wind rushing around him, and birds chirping all about him. His heart slowed to nearly a stop he could feel the wind brushing against his skin. For one instant he thought he would finally leave his hell behind him, but he was once again cruelly brought back to reality as one of the men lifted him and throttled him violently before throwing him against the wall.
he heard and felt his head crack and more blood poured down the side of his face, and this time when he felt his heart slow and darkness creep into the edge of his vision, he heard no wind, felt no caress of leaves against his skin, just the slow decent into death.
He would not die peacefully as he had hoped he might; he would suffer each last breath his body took in until he let out his last breath. The laughter of those cruel men the last thing he heard as he slipped away from his hell, into the cold clutches of death, his last thought before his drew his last breath was whether or not he would find the peace he longed for in death.
~~~
TBC…
~~~
Please any feed back in greatly appreciated
Author: Lenora
Contact: romanticthief77@yahoo.com
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Elladan/Elrohir, Elladan/Elrohir/Legolas, Elladan/Legolas, Elrohir/legolas,
Legolas/Las (oc), Elladan/Las(oc), Elrohir/Las(oc), Elladan/Elrohir/Legolas/Las(oc)
Warnings: Violence, Angst, Explicit twincest, Non-con, Mpreg, cross-dressing, character death/rebirth. Original Character, Trans-gender (Hermaphrodite).
Feedback: helps me know what I’m doing wrong, what I can improve, and makes me happy
Summary: Las is an abused Hermaphrodite in a world that looks down on hermaphrodites and homosexuality. The only thing that keeps him going night after night of servicing clients for his parents is his old and worn Lord of the rings trilogy book, which he must hide because such books have been banned from society. Each morning when he goes to sleep, he escapes into a dream where his heroes ease his troubled mind from the stress of his hellish life. But for Las his dreams become his heaven when one night after some clients go to far, but how long can this heaven last for little Las because even in this world there are those that would seek to cause him pain.
Notes: Italics indicate mind speak and Italics indicate thoughts,
Disclaimer: Las and the world he lives in are the only things that are mine. Any others worlds and characters belong the J.R.R. Tolkien and his estate and I by no means what so ever intend to make profit off of writing this story or any other story I may write involving his characters. This is done purely for fun and for my own amusement and the enjoyment of my readers…if I have any
A/N: I have no beta reader so all mistakes are mine. If you wish to help me out in any way my ears and eyes are open to suggestions, this is not my first time writing fan fiction, but I haven’t done it in a while so I am very very very rusty.
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Chapter 1
It had been so long since he had felt the caress of the wind or the kiss of the sun on his skin. It had been so long since a smile had graced his lovely face. For years he had been locked away in this attic, fearing the night and what would come through that door at the bottom of the stairs.
The only company he had was his old book that he had stolen out of the town library when he was younger; it was banned now because it presented what could be homosexual relationships, according to the government. But to Las his lord of the rings book was the only thing that gave him hope, that maybe one day he might be free of his nightmare.
This government had turned his life upside down, while he had never been loved by his parents, who have always tried to hide him for what he was. He had been able to go outside one time in his life; he has been able to enjoy the sun as it warmed him while he laid in the grass on a lazy summer afternoon. The day that horrible man took over the throne and the country, and had sought to destroy all those who were different, starting with the hermaphrodites and homosexuals.
He had done nothing to deserve this hell, the nightmare that was his life now. He had no control over what he was; he didn’t choose to be born a hermaphrodite. That didn’t stop them from hating him though, from punishing him for shaming them.
Hermaphrodites were seen as the scum of the earth these days, dirty, filthy beings that no one could ever love. Homosexuality was illegal and hermaphrodites had no choice in the matter, no matter which gender they preferred, they were homosexual either way and there for filthy creatures and the work of evil.
His parents had tried to pass him off for the son they had always wanted but as he aged it became obvious what he was. They couldn’t hide who he was for much longer; as he aged he became more feminine, developing the seductive curves of a woman. He could no longer pull off the lie of a beloved son for his parents.
So they devised a plan to rid themselves of him to finally dispose of their child whom they hated with every fiber of the beings, but when It came down to the task of ending his life, his mother could not. Despite hating him for everything he was, she was still his mother and it went against her nature to destroy that which she had created.
So another plan was devised, they had never been a wealthy family, had always had to live from paycheck to paycheck, why not profit from their little hermaphrodite freak.
That is when his hell had truly begun; nothing the government could ever do would amount to the horrible things he had to do because of who he was. they forced him into the spare attic room and chained him to the old radiator. They had left him alone for days up there until one night a man he had never met came up the stairs and had stood and looked at him for a long time. To him it felt like hours being watched that way, the man eyes raking every inch of his body, mentally undressing him.
That night he experienced the worst pain in his young life, having his virginity violently taken from him. No beating his father had ever given had hurt him so deeply physically and spiritually. Every night from there on he serviced client after client, male or female, if they had a fetish for rape and hermaphrodites they came to him each night. Sometimes they came in groups and forced drugs on him, forcing pleasure onto his body, but few did that, not many liked to see their partner enjoying themselves.
Last night had been no different; he had serviced every client that came up those stairs until the first light of dawn broke the night sky. He had been given his customary meal of bread and water, just enough to keep him alive. Cold water had been dumped on him to clean him from the previous night. Not that it mattered many of the clients liked to see the bruises and blood that covered his body. He had pried his beloved book from its hiding place and had read as much as he could before sleep tried to take him away. He put his book safely away and settled down to his dreams, where his beloved heroes would wash away his tears and comfort him for just a little while until he had to awaken again to face his hell another night.
Tonight though was different, he was to service several very important men. he had been washed from head to toe his long hair brushed and his face painted in ridiculous hues, and dressed in some hideous pink dress a little girl might wear to some frilly girly event, All this because these clients wanted him like this. And they were paying a lot of money apparently to have him just so.
He had never serviced clients that wanted him to appear a certain way; it scared him to think what they might do to him. He was past the point of caring what they did to him; it had been years since he left this damned room. While he no longer cared it still scared him every time he head them come up the stairs to him, Something new like this had never come up, and he felt humiliated dressed this way.
A new low for him he had never thought possible given he was a sex slave for his parents, and had lived in this attic eating moldy bread for so long he could no longer remember how real food tasted. He didn’t want to have to continually serve these horrible people. He couldn’t stand another night of rape and beatings. He wanted this hell to be over; if he was now going to have to become more personal with his clients he couldn’t bear the thought of it. Always it was impersonal beatings and rape no care as to how he looked or felt so long as they received the physical pleasure and high they got from hurting him. If this was how it was going to be, he couldn’t wait for the night a client went too far.
He was so lost in thought as he sat on his dirty mattress waiting for his clients, that he didn’t realize they had arrived until they stood before him.
Five men all dressed in business suits looked down on him, he could barely see their faces the room was so dark just lit by a simple lamp behind them. The attic that had been his home for so long now seemed a much more ominous place with these men in it.
His heart was racing as he leaned back and spread his legs in his customary greeting to all his clients, most enjoyed viewing his unique genitals, even though it made him sick to show his body in such a way. But this time it wasn’t what the clients wanted. One man reached down and grabbed his ankle pulling him off the mattress on onto the cold floor; another kicked him in the stomach forcing the air from his lungs another took his wrists and forced them above his head, slamming a knife through his palms to hold him in place.
He screamed in agony, none had ever been so brutal with him; he had been beaten violently many times but nothing like this before. The other men joined in on kicking him, he heard his bones crack and the stinging of the knife through him palms was nearly unbearable. They continued to beat him for what felt like hours but could only have been minutes and he kept on screaming.
Then they stopped suddenly one man pulling out a camera and taking pictures of his beaten body. While the pictures were being taken of him one man ripped open his dress and fondled his breasts while another fondled his genitals.
The knife was taken from his palms causing him to scream out as searing pain shot through his body, one of the men shoved his cock into his mouth quieting his screams, he tried his best to service the man the best he could, but it was so hard to breath he must have broken ribs every breath was torture. The man kept shoving his cock down his throat with no mercy, then the cock was taken from his mouth and he was forced to sit up on one of the men’s lap taking his cock into his opening, another man kneeled behind him and forced himself into his other opening.
Tears slid down his face, his body was on fire with pain, he had serviced men like this before but they had never been so brutally violent with him. The same man that had forced to suck his cock earlier shoved it back down his throat. Meanwhile the other two mean took themselves in hand and continued taking pictures. This went on until the three men inside him found release cum and blood oozing from his openings and mouth, he fell to the ground not having the strength to hold himself up any longer.
They all laughed at him, as the other two released onto his broken body. One man, the largest of them, took up the knife from earlier and began to carve into his skin, he could barely scream his voice was so hoarse, the pain was unlike anything he had ever felt before, when the man was done he forced him to look down to his blood and bruise covered chest to see the word freak carved into his chest.
His blue green eyes widened in panic, these men had no boundaries they would do whatever they pleased with him, rules be damned they didn’t care they were paying a lot of money for him, why should they care?
That was when he realized he might not make it through the night, while that scared him it also made him happy to think that tonight his hell might over. Tonight he could stay in his dream forever; he could lose himself in a world where he wouldn’t be punished for simply being the way he was. That was all he wanted, and he tried to slip into his world letting go away from the pain.
The beating continued though, the men didn’t stop simply because he was barely responding, they forced themselves on him over and over again each time more humiliating than the last. There wasn’t a part of his body that didn’t ache in agony from the brutal treatment. Still he remained lost in his world as they continued to violate him, until pain worse than any that night sliced through the fog of his mind bringing him out of his dreams and back to reality, they had sliced a him across his shoulder and chest so deeply that blood poured from the wound out onto the floor to pool around him.
Still they did not stop, the beating and the rape went on, but for him everything slowed down, he could hear his heart beating in the background along with the men’s grunts and groans as they continued to violate him. He saw the ends of his blonde hair dyed red from the growing pool of blood around him the white skin of his hand looked so pale laying in the blood, the bruises that covered it an ugly blemish upon snow white skin. The edge of his vision became dark and blurred and the sounds of the men seemed farther away and the beating of his heart louder and slower. The darkness moved in closer around him.
Then he heard the most beautiful sound he had ever heard, the sound of wind rushing around him, and birds chirping all about him. His heart slowed to nearly a stop he could feel the wind brushing against his skin. For one instant he thought he would finally leave his hell behind him, but he was once again cruelly brought back to reality as one of the men lifted him and throttled him violently before throwing him against the wall.
he heard and felt his head crack and more blood poured down the side of his face, and this time when he felt his heart slow and darkness creep into the edge of his vision, he heard no wind, felt no caress of leaves against his skin, just the slow decent into death.
He would not die peacefully as he had hoped he might; he would suffer each last breath his body took in until he let out his last breath. The laughter of those cruel men the last thing he heard as he slipped away from his hell, into the cold clutches of death, his last thought before his drew his last breath was whether or not he would find the peace he longed for in death.
~~~
TBC…
~~~
Please any feed back in greatly appreciated