Taelin's Story

Author’s Notes: WOOT! I finally got this chapter done! Took me ages! So, if you’re enjoying the story, please leave a review…though I am writing it for my own purposes, it would be nice to know if anyone else cares when they read it.

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“Suilaid, mellon nin” (Greetings, my friend) The woman’s voice rang clearly throughout the cold stone room. Taelin’s eyes met hers in disbelief. There was no doubt that this was a member of the race of men, and yet by some gift of the Valar, she was able to speak Elvish. Finally there seemed a glimmer of hope to his existence.

“Man … pennich?” (What did you say?) The elf croaked through his painful breathing.

The woman smiled sadly at him, her heart truly breaking for the treatment he had suffered. How long had the elf been held captive? She could only guess. She explained her name was Daela. She, too, was a slave in that house. She had been sold into marriage at the age of twelve. It was the “Master’s” wish that she teach Taelin the common speech.

When finished her explanation, Daela stood and stretched her back slightly. It was then that Taelin realized she was with child. The unmistakable swell of her belly, pressed lightly against her dress when she stood. He watched as she turned and crossed to the door. Daela seemed to fear little, and asked the men outside if one would fetch some clean water and the other would assist her inside. Taelin shied away, as much as his battered body would allow, when “Stink” entered the room. Daela noticed the fear in the pleading elvish eyes, and gave a little knowing smile.

“Avo ‘osto, henion.” She whispered to the elf, receiving a started glance from “Stink” who was hauling the bed closer to Taelin. (Fear not, I understand.)

Once the bed was within reach of the chain restraining the elf, Daela quietly escorted “Stink” from the room. She returned with a basin of water and some rags. Setting her load on the floor, she offered her hands to the elf. She knew it would have been wiser to let one of the men lift the injured elf, but was afraid of the force they might use. She wanted nothing more than to ease his pain, not cause more of it.

“Please? I know the floor is not comfortable. I wish only to cleanse your wounds, if you will allow me.” Her eyes pleading while her hands remained outstretched.

Taelin reluctantly nodded his head, and reached for her hands. The effort of being pulled to his feet, causing a wave of nauseating pain to wash over him. He couldn’t help crying out when his very skin seemed on fire. With great care, Daela helped the elf to lay face down upon the bed, so she could better access the elf’s wounds.

“Where … did you … learn to speak … Elvish?” he asked, between painful rasps of breath, attempting anything to keep his mind from the pain.

“My grandfather was an elf, my friend.” Daela said softly as she dipped a cloth in the water and began cleaning the elf’s wounds.

Taelin though for a long time, before coming up with something else to ask her.

“How … long until … the babe … is born?” Fighting against losing consciousness, he asked the only think he could think of.

Daela’s body stiffened at that question. She was able to ignore her condition unless someone mentioned it. The thought of denial crossed her mind, but in the end, her longing for someone to comfort her won out.

“In one months time, though I will not be permitted to look upon the child.” She replied quietly.

“Why not?” Taelin asked, turning slightly to look at the woman.

“Because, my friend, this is not a child of love.” A shadow passed over the woman’s face before she continued. “It is only a way of making money, for the master.”

“I do not understand.” The young elf sat up, wincing with pain.

“The child will be sold for the highest price. That is my true purpose here. To bare children for the Master to sell.” Daela broke down into pained sobs at that admission.

Taelin felt his heart go out to the woman. Ignoring the pain that screamed throughout his body, the elf embraced Daela in comforting arms. For they were both held prisoner and forced to do unthinkable things. Perhaps they might find comfort in each other’s arms.

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Two more long months passed since their first meeting. Still Taelin was subjected to the same treatment as before. The beatings and molestations continued. The only thing that brightened the elf’s painful existence was the daily visits from Daela. With her help he could now express himself in the common speech. She cared for him when no one else did.

She would cleanse his wounds and had talked the men into allowing Taelin to be allowed to sleep in the bed. They had grown very close and found comfort in each other’s company. A fact they tried to hide from their captors for fear it might be used against them.

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The door flew open, and Daela was shoved into the room. The momentum of the push unbalancing her already heavy with child body. She stumbled and fell roughly on her hands and knees, crying out in pain. She had obviously been crying, as her eyes were red when she lifted her tear-streaked face to look at Taelin.

“Man le carel si?” (What are you doing here?) The elf asked quietly, getting to his feet to come to the lady’s aid.

Before Daela could answer him, the Master had stepped into the room.

“Enough of that, elf! I know ya understand me now, so there’ll be no more of yer gibberish, you hear me?” Master spat as he pulled Daela to her feet. She stood before him, panting from the fall and pleading silently with her eyes.

“What do you want?” Taelin asked in a small voice, but determined to turn Master’s wrath on himself in order to spare the poor woman. His only friend.

“Have a little respect, elf! Ya dun wanna anger me any more. I promise you wont like the consequences!”

The man dragged Daela over to the wall, and pushed her to a sitting position. Taking a rope from his belt, he bound her hands and tied them to another bracket in the wall. There wasn’t enough room left in the rope to allow her any other position than the one she was in. Satisfied, he then turned his attentions back to Taelin.

“So. Ye’ve become rather close to my wife, have you, elf? My men tell me of all your many visits together.” He eyed Taelin closely, and then gathered the chain that was attached to the elf’s wrist cuffs, and pulled it tight upon the wall. Unwillingly, the weak elf’s arms were stretched high above his head. Then Master came to stand only inches from the restrained elf, close enough to make the poor elf’s stomach turn.

“Do ye care for her?” Master sneered, so close to Taelin’s face that he could feel the saliva hitting him as the man spoke. “Do ye love her?”

Taelin’s eyes slipped from the Master’s and met Daela’s frightened gaze. He looked hard at her, as though searching within himself for something. Did he love her? He couldn’t tell, the only thing he knew for sure was that he would give his own life for her, if need be. Never again would he run when someone he cared for was in trouble.

“Yes.” Taelin finally answered, trying to master his fears.

“Yes? Ah! I shall very much enjoy this, my little elf. You will beg for mercy before I’m done with you!” master spat barely controlling himself as he ground his stiff manhood against the elf’s hip.

Taelin’s eyes grew wide as he realized part of Master’s plans. Thought flew through his mind, whirling too quickly to make sense. Surely he would fade and die if he were forced into this. He had survived beatings, being molested, and tortured even. But would he be able to survive a rape? Under any other circumstances, that would have been a death sentence for any elf. But these were not normal circumstances.

Master then gave a little whistle, and “Pain” entered the room with a little smile upon his face. In his hand he carried a large hunting knife. Whatever was to come next would not be good. He knelt beside the shivering form of Daela, and placed the knife below her chin. A scared gasp was the only sound that escaped the woman’s lips.

“I know were I to force ye outright, ye’d die. So. Since yer far more valuable to me, alive, Yer gonna give yerself to me, freely.” Master smirked.

“I will do no such thing!” Taelin cried out before he could think things through.

“Ah! Thought ye might say that, my pretty little elf.” Master ran his hand slowly down Taelin’s chest before giving a little nod to “Pain.” The other man brought the knife closer to Daela’s throat, pulling her hair to harshly expose her neck and the slow trickle of blood that had been released by the tip of the blade.

“Ye’ll do it, or our dear Mistress Daela shall pay with her life, elf.” Master savagely licked the elf’s soft cheek. “Your choice.”

Seeing the utter fear and pleading in Daela’s eyes, Taelin knew he had no choice. He was trapped. He could have to give consent for his body to be so used. He would give up his last shred of dignity in order to save Daela’s life.

“Alright. I’ll do it.” Taelin’s voice was cold and distant, and very quiet. “You may use my body for whatever purpose you have in mind.” His every sense screamed at him to take it back. To fight. He wasn’t just giving in, was he!

A predatory smile spread across Master’s face as he ran his fingers over the trembling elf’s skin. Taelin forced himself to be still, to accept whatever was about to happen. He knew there wasn’t any hope for escaping it, and that he would just have to bare it. As the Master spun him around to face the wall, he braced himself as much as possible for what would come next.

It felt like hours, though was probably only a minute, before the young elf felt the pressing heat of Master’s body against him. He could feel the man’s weeping arousal pressing against his thigh as the back of his neck was showered with kisses. Taelin could feel bile rising in his throat, but he refused to be sick while this happened. He would not show how badly this was disturbing him.

The blunt head of Master’s sex was pressed firmly against the elf’s opening. He tried to relax, knowing if he didn’t there would be even more pain. One swift thrust and Master had sheathed himself to the hilt. Taelin hadn’t been able to hold in the cry of pain as his whole backside had felt as though it were being torn in two. He pressed his face hard against the cold stones, and bit his lip to keep from moaning. He wouldn’t give them that satisfaction, not if he could help it.

“AH! You’re so tight, my pretty little elf. I should’ve taken ya long ago!” Master grunted as he began to thrust harshly into the elf’s trembling body.

The thrusts increased in speed and force. Taelin felt as though he might collapse, and then Master hit something inside him. He’d never felt such pleasure. Without meaning to, or wanting to, the elf grew erect and gasped in surprise.

A smile spread across Master’s face, and another well-aimed thrust achieved a similar response from the elf. Taelin began to tremble with the building orgasm. He could feel the building heat in his loins, and with one last touch of his hidden sweet spot, he released with a whimper of ecstasy.

The contraction of the elf’s muscles around him, forced Master to reach his climax as well. He moaned loudly in the elf’s ear and bit Taelin’s shoulder savagely, as he spilled forth his seed inside the hot embrace of the elvish body.

Master pulled his now satiated sex roughly from Taelin’s body, causing the elf to cry out again. He then spun the still trembling elf to face him and claimed his lips savagely before whispering to him. “You are mine now. In every way possible.”

The chains were released once more, and Taelin fell to the floor, unable to support himself any longer. He watched through tear-filled eyes as the two men unchained Daela from the wall and dragged her, sobbing, from the room.

Laying in a heap upon the floor, Taelin allowed himself to cry. He felt terribly violated, and even dirtier that his body had found pleasure in the act. Everything had been stripped from him. His freedom, his only friend, and now his virginity as well. Life seemed utterly hopeless, as he lay upon the floor. Finally he gave in to a healing sleep, closing his eyes for the first time in his life.