Black Traitor

Death and Passion


GANDALF

He IS fair, I think to myself, in a haze – I am disturbed –
spellbound, really, by his face:

Radiant, vividly handsome, and those eyes- I have never seen a hue
of violet so clear, and intense, with malignant beauty shining
through. When his helm was on- all you could see were the twin orbs
of fire- I cannot tear myself away- but I must.

His dark hair, a sort of blue-black, falls over his shoulders in a
midnight cascade.

With an alarmingly fierce effort, I try to compose myself.

His armor- as black and pitiless as Sauron himself- is
heartbreakingly open just a few inches, around his midriff, and I
catch an unwanted but powerfully exciting glimpse of his belly, hard
muscled, lean.

Inviting me.

Bewitching me.

Old habits die hard- and I try to reason with him.

He laughs at me – a bell-like musical laugh – not light and sweet,
but deep and ominous – and yet musical- and I relent.

But to my horror I understand that he is aware of my – interest- and
he looks back at me- with a sordid small smile, half mocking and half
receptive.

Curumo suddenly attracts his interest, and they exchange words.

I realize dismally that I am in a strange state, half hypnotized.

Annatar- Sauron – says something and Curumo rises, although a few
moments before, he had not been able to stand. I can see the pain in
his eyes as he does so, but valiantly he does stand, and faces Sauron.

Out of my fog, I see Saruman go flying to the ground, and I am
startled back to lucidity.

I go to him, and yet he shoves me away, and again faces Sauron.

I cannot read either of their faces. There is something going on
here, that is much more than meets the eye.

Sauron gives Curumo an ultimatum of some strange sort, and then he
turns his attention back to me-

His mind overtakes mine, although I try with all my might to resist
it ( or am I? )-

Sweet words slither into my head, coaxing and cajoling, like mental
tongues, caressing my thoughts, arousing my body and mind at once.

**We are all Maia, Olórin, you and I, and Curumo here- come, be with
me, be part of me, and I shall join with the two of you.

Let us love together, no need for all this hate and war.

Join with me, Join with me.

Let me love you, why must it be otherwise?

No more pain, I swear it. Only pleasure. No pain, no war, no dying.**


He stares at me, his soul boring into me, and I feel my strength ebb
away.

Dimly, I am aware that Curumo is staring at me, as well, with a look
of horrified fascination.


Again, Annatar's seductive, narcotic mental voice:


**Do you want to kill me? To harm me? Do you?**


Mentally I answer him, as if in a deep dream:


** You know I loathe killing, and harming another- even an enemy such
as you.

You have given us so little choice, Sauron, we are all fighting for
our lives.**

** Then do not plot to harm me, and do not scheme for my death. Join
me- you will not lose your life, and neither will Curumo. And neither
will all those you hold dear -**

** The Halflings -**

**I will spare them. I can make it be so. Or it can be the other way.
Let me speak clear to you, isn't that what you prefer? :

Olórin- let me- let me- love you – all of us – together. Don't deny
your desire for me, I see it plainly! Making love together, the three
of us, for all eternity, why, we will stand against the Valar
themselves!**

A Vision forces- rapes – violates my seething, inflamed thoughts:

Sauron- no, Annatar - he prefers Annatar- descending onto and into
me, his black form enveloping me utterly, invading me with his cock-
so gigantic, painful, ecstatic- and invading me with his soul-

He rips into me with vicious intensity, and I hear my own dream-like
cries, as his enormous organ drives into me a full 10 inches, or more-
he will split me in half!, I think -

And then my sounds are mixed with his loud and deep groans, and
there is another with us as well- I see in the Vision, Curumo is atop
Annatar – and he is moving with brutal, hard thrusts, shoving into
him with wild passion.

Annatar seems larger than life, and so does Curumo- it is as if we
are in some formless Void, the place beyond.

Together- the three of us- we move in unison, writhing, moaning,
wailing, convulsing. We are locked together and our mutual sweat
drenches us, uniting us-

And over us all- the Eye- with flames raging in a circle around it and and then I am back- back to reality, and to sanity- but with a sense
of loss, as well. It was only a Vision.

"Olórin? Olórin – come back to me- listen to me- here is how it will
be, now- listen carefully!"

And Annatar whispers to me, words born in evil, thoughts conjured in
wickedness, and I listen.

Curumo lis, as, as well.

Eru help us all, we both listen.