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Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
9
Views:
3,626
Reviews:
85
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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Torment
Disclaimer: (In the spirit of Crimson Starlight)
Shana: WARNING!!!! This chapter has some SERIOUSLY dark and violent elements to it, so consider yourself warned. I DO balance it out as always.
Jan: Why do you do that?
Shana: Do what?
Jan: Write chapters like this.
Shana: *blinks* It's part of the story.
Jan: Uh huh.
Shana: Whatever. I own nothing and no one. This one's for you Tal. You know why.
Chapter 8: Torment
At Shar's questions Erestor's mind turned back to the very memories he was trying to avoid. Unable to control his reactions he curled back in on himself, trying to pull away and shut out the world, the all too painful world. No no no no… The slender elf wrapped his arms around his knees forming a protective ball, bracing against the blows he consciously knew would no longer come.
Unfortunately Erestor's conscious mind was not in control at the moment. He stifled a cry as he felt strong arms carefully lift him. Tears silently slid down his face as he felt the strong presence settle with Erestor in his lap, the slender elf's back against Haldir's broad chest. The raven elf let his form fall forward, starting slightly as he found his head nestled in the curve of Shar's neck, uncontrollable sobs wracking his frame. His eyes closed tightly, Erestor only dimly felt gentle hands caressing his face, hair and back, soothing sounds lost in the cacophony of memory ringing in his ears.
Erestor's torment…
Blind and bound the slender elf trembled in the chill air, the cold stone at his bare back doing nothing to alleviate the discomfort. His wrists were bound by chains attached to something over his head. He could slide the chain through what he assumed was a loop of some sort, alternately raising either hand with the movement. His ankles were shackled shoulder-width apart directly to the wall, causing him to be unbalanced his weight shifted against his wrists to maintain some modicum of equilibrium.
The coarse blindfold disoriented him further, the lack of sight making his hearing all the more acute. Unidentifiable alien sounds plagued his ears. High-pitched shrieks of metallic origin along with completely unnatural sounds he could not begin to identify heightened his anxiety. The chain restraining his wrists was not long enough for him to cover his ears and buffer the sounds the tones reverberating through his head to vibrate down his limbs.
His concentration directed on holding off the audio assault he failed to sense the presence before him until a hand lashed out, the back of it striking the side of his face hard enough to whip his head back against the cold stone wall. Flashes of light danced behind his eyelids from the double impact, his concentration lost, allowing the auditory overload to overwhelm his perceptive senses.
Blind in every sense of the word he could neither ward off nor anticipate the assaults to come. The first several blows were made by a clearly feminine hand, the sharp nails raking across his skin, leaving bloody trails in their wake. That quickly changed to what seemed to be a multi-strand type of whip that raised welts along the sensitive skin of his abdomen and thighs before striking his exposed elfhood.
He tried to curl inward at the strike, the restraints preventing him from doing so. He twisted his body as far away as the play in this wrist chains allowed. It was not enough to take his most sensitive regions out of the path of the cruel flogger. In fact more strikes were aimed at that area in response to his apparent defiance.
He bit his lip, not wishing to give his tormentor the pleasure of hearing his cries. Suddenly the taste of copper filled his mouth and he realized distractedly that he had bitten through his lip. The strikes continued unabated as his harsh cries rose to mingle with the sounds of leather strips hitting sensitive flesh.
As suddenly as the assault had begun it ceased. Throughout all the unidentifiable audio cacophony continued unabated. The flogger was replaced by something cold and clearly metal. The flat side of the instrument was drawn along the elf's skin. Erestor registered the piece as a knife when he felt the serrated edge slice into the skin above his left pectoral a harsh hiss escaping his clenched teeth, rising to a scream as some kind of design was etched into his flesh.
He nearly lost consciousness as the process was repeated on his right pectoral and then his lower abdomen. He dared to hope for a respite as the knife was removed and the tormentor seemed to withdraw. His hope rose further as one ankle was released from its shackle. That hope was dashed as he was roughly twisted around, the still restrained ankle lacerating as it was twisted in the metal cuff and the elf's front was pressed painfully to the bitterly cold stones, the freed ankle again caught in a cuff.
Everything lost focus as Erestor slipped toward unconsciousness. He was jolted back to his harsh reality as he was doused from head to toe in freezing cold water, chips of ice jabbing at his back. His already weakened body shivered as the liquid seeped into his latest wounds. He prayed that the assault would end at that but it seemed that whatever god was supposed to be on duty that night had fallen asleep on the job.
He pressed forward against the unyielding stone wall as he felt the fingers from earlier caressing his backside. He tried desperately to get away from the touch, knowing there was no relenting to the onslaught.
He buried his face against his arm as he felt a form press against his bare back. It was clearly feminine, its bare breasts caught between their bodies except for one detail. A hard length pressed between his cheeks, the shape unmistakable. The temperature difference between the body and the appendage was the only indication that the cock rubbing against his ass was not real.
He went completely still as he felt the slender hands slide down to part his cheeks wide, consciously steeling himself against the invasion he knew was to come. Despite his resolve he screamed out hoarsely as without preparation of any kind the cold unyielding length was slammed to the hilt inside his resistant body. He could feel liquid trickling down his thighs as the violent thrusts began and as the coppery scent hit his nostrils he realized his own blood had become a lubricant in the disgusting mockery of a love act.
The sound of his screams mingled with the malicious laughter echoing from behind him. Soft hands caressed his skin as the assault continued, nails occasionally leaving bleeding trails across his back.
As suddenly as it began, the assault ended. Gentle caresses from too many hands to belong to one person glided across his back, shoulders and hair. Soothing voices, one clearly male, the other female, one murmuring in Sindarin the other in Quenya rolled over him as his body shook with uncontrolled sobs.
The stark contrast from the other's touch snapped Erestor back into the present. With a start he found himself safely wrapped in the embraces of two he trusted implicitly. Taking a shuddering breath he lifted his head from Shar's shoulder. The woman gently brushed the tear tracks from his face before placing a chaste kiss on his forehead. He closed his eyes at the simple gesture, his hands against her sides clutching reflexively at the fabric of Shar's shirt.
It was as he opened his eyes again that Erestor registered the writing on the woman's shirt. Drawing back slightly, he tugged at the bottom of the garment to straighten it out. The corners of his lips drew up as his eyes moved across the lines that once he finished he unexpectedly burst into peals of unrestrained laughter.
Haldir shifted the elf quivering in mirth from his lap to the loveseat, taking in Shar's slightly annoyed expression. She rolled her eyes at him as Erestor pushed at her shoulder and she turned so the raven elf could read the back of the shirt. The message there practically sent the slender elf into raucous convulsions, he was laughing so hard. Haldir shrugged at Shar's now open glare, his thought clear; At least he's not having another breakdown.
Realizing the sheer absurdity of her annoyance Shar soon joined the former councilor giggling softly as Haldir chuckled under his breath. The couple's eyes met over their friend and Shar mouthed silently, "I love you." The former Marchwarden simply gave her a knowing smile and a wink before mouthing back, "Forever."
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Meanwhile in BFE Arizona…
(Shut up and drive)
Tia had been putting off this moment for months. The divorce had been bitter despite her best efforts. Scott was a spoiled little door-slamming brat. Used to getting his way he made the short heavy-set strawberry blonde's life as miserable as he could. It's not that he's a really bad guy, just the wrong guy for me.
(You don't know what you're talking about
He's not the one)
She sighed heavily, carrying the last of her boxes out to the sapphire Camerro, Chely Wright blaring on the stereo on repeat. Remembering one last thing, she hurried back into the rental house. While she hunted for the almost forgotten item she heard the unmistakable roar of the "orc's" motorcycle pull up outside. Cursing silently at having lingered too long she finally came up with what she'd come back for just as the front door slammed, rattling every wall in the house.
(You ought to know that by now)
No use in hiding. He had to have seen the car already. Squaring her shoulders she tried to stand tall and hold her head up high against the gauntlet she feared she was about to face.
(You've got one of those hearts
That keeps changing your mind)
She forced a smile on her face reminding herself, The papers are signed. The divorce is already final. There's nothing that needs to still be discussed. I will NOT let him pull me back and make all this for nothing. Nerves of steel, spine of Jell-o my ass!
(Your heart has a way of making you stay)
She somehow managed to avoid him, making it all the way to the car before he caught up with her. He put his hand on the roof of the car, placing himself in the driver's side doorway, almost daring her to make him move.
(So shut up and drive)
Somehow she managed to brush him out of the way without losing her composure. With a knowing smile, he closed the door for her, patting the roof.
(Don't look in the mirror)
Scott stood tall in the driveway as Tia pulled away, pouring every bit of magnetism in his personality into one look.
(He might have that look in his eyes)
No looking back. It's over. Don't look. Don't look. The words of the purposely-chosen song poured over her as she turned the volume up to near-deafening levels.
(The one that's so strong)
I've come too far to let him get to me ever again. I will NOT undo everything I've worked so hard to do. I've looked back before. That why it took 10 years for me to get this far.
(It strangles your will to survive)
Enough is enough. I've let him play my emotions for far too long. My life is my own. "No fate but what we make." Linda Hamilton was right.
(He's mastered the art
Of looking sincere
His eyes have a way of making you stay
Don't look in the mirror)
Tia turned the corner, not looking back, not once.
(I'm the voice you never listen to)
I'm listening now.
(And I had to break your heart to make you see)
The mental image of Scott and Jessica tangled together on the hallway floor intruded on her mind. Broken heart, emotional coma, delayed post-traumatic stress disorder, you name it I had it.
(That he's the one who will be missing you)
Missing being waited on hand and foot, completely supporting him. Missing having his own personal slave. God, how could I be so blind for so long?
(And you'll only miss the man
That you wanted him to be)
I didn't fall for HIM. I fell for who I thought he'd become over time. I assumed he'd grow up. Saying I was wrong does not even cover it!
(Turn the radio on
To drown out the sound of goodbye)
Belatedly she realized she had faintly heard him calling out to her over the stereo as she drove away. Too late. Not goin' back.
(Blink back the tears)
She brushed the moisture from her eyes as she felt her heart wrench all over again. He had an effect on her. One she never wanted to feel again.
(Show me you've still got your pride)
She sat up straight in the seat, swallowing her sniffles as she stared straight ahead. Heh. "To boldly go…" She turned the bass all the way up, the vibrations turning her seat into a massage-chair.
(Just get yourself lost
In a sad country song
Those guys that they play
Know just what to say
Turn the radio on)
Tia thought to the long drive ahead. She focused on the road before her, refusing to let herself fall into bitter memories. She swallowed back the bile that threatened to rise along with her doubts, holding firm to her decision. As loud as she could, she shouted along with the stereo, applying the lyrics to herself.
"I'm the voice [I] never listen[ed] to
And I had to break [my] heart to make [me] see
That he's the one who will be missing [me]
And [I]'ll only miss the man
That [I] wanted him to be
"Shut up and drive
Don't look in the mirror
Turn the radio on
Get out of here!!!
Shut up and drive!
Shut up and drive!
Shut up and drive!!!"
Tia screamed herself hoarse with the last three lines, solidifying her resolve. It was a seven-hour drive to Southern California and Shar's place and she did not need to be questioning herself the whole way there.
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A/N: Heard that song and HAD to get this chapter out. More coming soon. Can you tell I'm on a roll? Better review. No reviews, no updates. It's that simple.
Shana: WARNING!!!! This chapter has some SERIOUSLY dark and violent elements to it, so consider yourself warned. I DO balance it out as always.
Jan: Why do you do that?
Shana: Do what?
Jan: Write chapters like this.
Shana: *blinks* It's part of the story.
Jan: Uh huh.
Shana: Whatever. I own nothing and no one. This one's for you Tal. You know why.
Chapter 8: Torment
At Shar's questions Erestor's mind turned back to the very memories he was trying to avoid. Unable to control his reactions he curled back in on himself, trying to pull away and shut out the world, the all too painful world. No no no no… The slender elf wrapped his arms around his knees forming a protective ball, bracing against the blows he consciously knew would no longer come.
Unfortunately Erestor's conscious mind was not in control at the moment. He stifled a cry as he felt strong arms carefully lift him. Tears silently slid down his face as he felt the strong presence settle with Erestor in his lap, the slender elf's back against Haldir's broad chest. The raven elf let his form fall forward, starting slightly as he found his head nestled in the curve of Shar's neck, uncontrollable sobs wracking his frame. His eyes closed tightly, Erestor only dimly felt gentle hands caressing his face, hair and back, soothing sounds lost in the cacophony of memory ringing in his ears.
Erestor's torment…
Blind and bound the slender elf trembled in the chill air, the cold stone at his bare back doing nothing to alleviate the discomfort. His wrists were bound by chains attached to something over his head. He could slide the chain through what he assumed was a loop of some sort, alternately raising either hand with the movement. His ankles were shackled shoulder-width apart directly to the wall, causing him to be unbalanced his weight shifted against his wrists to maintain some modicum of equilibrium.
The coarse blindfold disoriented him further, the lack of sight making his hearing all the more acute. Unidentifiable alien sounds plagued his ears. High-pitched shrieks of metallic origin along with completely unnatural sounds he could not begin to identify heightened his anxiety. The chain restraining his wrists was not long enough for him to cover his ears and buffer the sounds the tones reverberating through his head to vibrate down his limbs.
His concentration directed on holding off the audio assault he failed to sense the presence before him until a hand lashed out, the back of it striking the side of his face hard enough to whip his head back against the cold stone wall. Flashes of light danced behind his eyelids from the double impact, his concentration lost, allowing the auditory overload to overwhelm his perceptive senses.
Blind in every sense of the word he could neither ward off nor anticipate the assaults to come. The first several blows were made by a clearly feminine hand, the sharp nails raking across his skin, leaving bloody trails in their wake. That quickly changed to what seemed to be a multi-strand type of whip that raised welts along the sensitive skin of his abdomen and thighs before striking his exposed elfhood.
He tried to curl inward at the strike, the restraints preventing him from doing so. He twisted his body as far away as the play in this wrist chains allowed. It was not enough to take his most sensitive regions out of the path of the cruel flogger. In fact more strikes were aimed at that area in response to his apparent defiance.
He bit his lip, not wishing to give his tormentor the pleasure of hearing his cries. Suddenly the taste of copper filled his mouth and he realized distractedly that he had bitten through his lip. The strikes continued unabated as his harsh cries rose to mingle with the sounds of leather strips hitting sensitive flesh.
As suddenly as the assault had begun it ceased. Throughout all the unidentifiable audio cacophony continued unabated. The flogger was replaced by something cold and clearly metal. The flat side of the instrument was drawn along the elf's skin. Erestor registered the piece as a knife when he felt the serrated edge slice into the skin above his left pectoral a harsh hiss escaping his clenched teeth, rising to a scream as some kind of design was etched into his flesh.
He nearly lost consciousness as the process was repeated on his right pectoral and then his lower abdomen. He dared to hope for a respite as the knife was removed and the tormentor seemed to withdraw. His hope rose further as one ankle was released from its shackle. That hope was dashed as he was roughly twisted around, the still restrained ankle lacerating as it was twisted in the metal cuff and the elf's front was pressed painfully to the bitterly cold stones, the freed ankle again caught in a cuff.
Everything lost focus as Erestor slipped toward unconsciousness. He was jolted back to his harsh reality as he was doused from head to toe in freezing cold water, chips of ice jabbing at his back. His already weakened body shivered as the liquid seeped into his latest wounds. He prayed that the assault would end at that but it seemed that whatever god was supposed to be on duty that night had fallen asleep on the job.
He pressed forward against the unyielding stone wall as he felt the fingers from earlier caressing his backside. He tried desperately to get away from the touch, knowing there was no relenting to the onslaught.
He buried his face against his arm as he felt a form press against his bare back. It was clearly feminine, its bare breasts caught between their bodies except for one detail. A hard length pressed between his cheeks, the shape unmistakable. The temperature difference between the body and the appendage was the only indication that the cock rubbing against his ass was not real.
He went completely still as he felt the slender hands slide down to part his cheeks wide, consciously steeling himself against the invasion he knew was to come. Despite his resolve he screamed out hoarsely as without preparation of any kind the cold unyielding length was slammed to the hilt inside his resistant body. He could feel liquid trickling down his thighs as the violent thrusts began and as the coppery scent hit his nostrils he realized his own blood had become a lubricant in the disgusting mockery of a love act.
The sound of his screams mingled with the malicious laughter echoing from behind him. Soft hands caressed his skin as the assault continued, nails occasionally leaving bleeding trails across his back.
As suddenly as it began, the assault ended. Gentle caresses from too many hands to belong to one person glided across his back, shoulders and hair. Soothing voices, one clearly male, the other female, one murmuring in Sindarin the other in Quenya rolled over him as his body shook with uncontrolled sobs.
The stark contrast from the other's touch snapped Erestor back into the present. With a start he found himself safely wrapped in the embraces of two he trusted implicitly. Taking a shuddering breath he lifted his head from Shar's shoulder. The woman gently brushed the tear tracks from his face before placing a chaste kiss on his forehead. He closed his eyes at the simple gesture, his hands against her sides clutching reflexively at the fabric of Shar's shirt.
It was as he opened his eyes again that Erestor registered the writing on the woman's shirt. Drawing back slightly, he tugged at the bottom of the garment to straighten it out. The corners of his lips drew up as his eyes moved across the lines that once he finished he unexpectedly burst into peals of unrestrained laughter.
Haldir shifted the elf quivering in mirth from his lap to the loveseat, taking in Shar's slightly annoyed expression. She rolled her eyes at him as Erestor pushed at her shoulder and she turned so the raven elf could read the back of the shirt. The message there practically sent the slender elf into raucous convulsions, he was laughing so hard. Haldir shrugged at Shar's now open glare, his thought clear; At least he's not having another breakdown.
Realizing the sheer absurdity of her annoyance Shar soon joined the former councilor giggling softly as Haldir chuckled under his breath. The couple's eyes met over their friend and Shar mouthed silently, "I love you." The former Marchwarden simply gave her a knowing smile and a wink before mouthing back, "Forever."
****************
Meanwhile in BFE Arizona…
(Shut up and drive)
Tia had been putting off this moment for months. The divorce had been bitter despite her best efforts. Scott was a spoiled little door-slamming brat. Used to getting his way he made the short heavy-set strawberry blonde's life as miserable as he could. It's not that he's a really bad guy, just the wrong guy for me.
(You don't know what you're talking about
He's not the one)
She sighed heavily, carrying the last of her boxes out to the sapphire Camerro, Chely Wright blaring on the stereo on repeat. Remembering one last thing, she hurried back into the rental house. While she hunted for the almost forgotten item she heard the unmistakable roar of the "orc's" motorcycle pull up outside. Cursing silently at having lingered too long she finally came up with what she'd come back for just as the front door slammed, rattling every wall in the house.
(You ought to know that by now)
No use in hiding. He had to have seen the car already. Squaring her shoulders she tried to stand tall and hold her head up high against the gauntlet she feared she was about to face.
(You've got one of those hearts
That keeps changing your mind)
She forced a smile on her face reminding herself, The papers are signed. The divorce is already final. There's nothing that needs to still be discussed. I will NOT let him pull me back and make all this for nothing. Nerves of steel, spine of Jell-o my ass!
(Your heart has a way of making you stay)
She somehow managed to avoid him, making it all the way to the car before he caught up with her. He put his hand on the roof of the car, placing himself in the driver's side doorway, almost daring her to make him move.
(So shut up and drive)
Somehow she managed to brush him out of the way without losing her composure. With a knowing smile, he closed the door for her, patting the roof.
(Don't look in the mirror)
Scott stood tall in the driveway as Tia pulled away, pouring every bit of magnetism in his personality into one look.
(He might have that look in his eyes)
No looking back. It's over. Don't look. Don't look. The words of the purposely-chosen song poured over her as she turned the volume up to near-deafening levels.
(The one that's so strong)
I've come too far to let him get to me ever again. I will NOT undo everything I've worked so hard to do. I've looked back before. That why it took 10 years for me to get this far.
(It strangles your will to survive)
Enough is enough. I've let him play my emotions for far too long. My life is my own. "No fate but what we make." Linda Hamilton was right.
(He's mastered the art
Of looking sincere
His eyes have a way of making you stay
Don't look in the mirror)
Tia turned the corner, not looking back, not once.
(I'm the voice you never listen to)
I'm listening now.
(And I had to break your heart to make you see)
The mental image of Scott and Jessica tangled together on the hallway floor intruded on her mind. Broken heart, emotional coma, delayed post-traumatic stress disorder, you name it I had it.
(That he's the one who will be missing you)
Missing being waited on hand and foot, completely supporting him. Missing having his own personal slave. God, how could I be so blind for so long?
(And you'll only miss the man
That you wanted him to be)
I didn't fall for HIM. I fell for who I thought he'd become over time. I assumed he'd grow up. Saying I was wrong does not even cover it!
(Turn the radio on
To drown out the sound of goodbye)
Belatedly she realized she had faintly heard him calling out to her over the stereo as she drove away. Too late. Not goin' back.
(Blink back the tears)
She brushed the moisture from her eyes as she felt her heart wrench all over again. He had an effect on her. One she never wanted to feel again.
(Show me you've still got your pride)
She sat up straight in the seat, swallowing her sniffles as she stared straight ahead. Heh. "To boldly go…" She turned the bass all the way up, the vibrations turning her seat into a massage-chair.
(Just get yourself lost
In a sad country song
Those guys that they play
Know just what to say
Turn the radio on)
Tia thought to the long drive ahead. She focused on the road before her, refusing to let herself fall into bitter memories. She swallowed back the bile that threatened to rise along with her doubts, holding firm to her decision. As loud as she could, she shouted along with the stereo, applying the lyrics to herself.
"I'm the voice [I] never listen[ed] to
And I had to break [my] heart to make [me] see
That he's the one who will be missing [me]
And [I]'ll only miss the man
That [I] wanted him to be
"Shut up and drive
Don't look in the mirror
Turn the radio on
Get out of here!!!
Shut up and drive!
Shut up and drive!
Shut up and drive!!!"
Tia screamed herself hoarse with the last three lines, solidifying her resolve. It was a seven-hour drive to Southern California and Shar's place and she did not need to be questioning herself the whole way there.
***********
A/N: Heard that song and HAD to get this chapter out. More coming soon. Can you tell I'm on a roll? Better review. No reviews, no updates. It's that simple.