Title & Chapter Number: Captive Heart 2/?
Author(s): - Author's Index
Fandom: Lord Of The Rings
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: I do not own Legolas or any other recognizable parties. This story belongs to me and it may not be used without my permission.
Warnings: Graphic Het Sex, Mild Bondage
Betas: Alex, May
Cast: Legolas/OCF
Timeline: AU
Spoilers: None
Summary: Legolas has a human pet.
Notes:
Part Two: Legolas' Punishment
Legolas strode purposefully into the throne room, bowing gracefully to his father. "Father," he purred demurely. "You wished to see me?" When he looked up, he saw Lord Celeborn of Lothlorien sitting beside his father on the dais. "Lord Celeborn, what a pleasant surprise. Your company is welcome."
"Thank you, Prince Legolas," Celeborn said, shifting uncomfortably. For an elf, he was very nervous. The edge of Legolas' mouth twitched. What was going on here? He was suddenly very glad he had not brought his pet into this room. "The hospitality of Mirkwood is legendary in Lothlorien." His voice held a sarcastic edge, and if Legolas' father heard it, he ignored it. Legolas rather believed his father was oblivious. His taste for human vices often overrode his judgment and powers.
Silence reigned in the room for a few brief moments, and Legolas' mind began to race. He knew the elves of Lothlorien were not like his father. His father enjoyed raucous celebrations, orgies, and public displays of humiliation and sex, often combined. Legolas had inherited a slight taste for the flesh, more so than other races of elves, but he was known for only having one slave at a time and being quite kind, as he was to pet. He had never before treated a slave as he treated his latest pet, but she was different. His other pets had been willing elves. She was a captive human. And he could tell she was in love with him. Though he did enjoy humiliation and punishment at times, it was only in private. He had not relished his father punishing his gift in court on the day he received pet. She had not known it, but he had had no intention of bringing her back to court after that day. This, however, was the first time his father had ordered it. It was also the first time he had ever disobeyed an order his father had given him.
Legolas was still a young elf, but he was getting tired of a youthful lifestyle. He supposed he was falling in love with his pet. It was not an entirely wistful thought to imagine taking her away from here and living together, though she could never be immortal as he was. He was weary of court and his father's antics. He may as well have been a crass human king for all his activities. Yes - he wanted to take pet away. Perhaps soon.Finally, Thranduil broke his silence. "Legolas, where is your pet? I ordered her brought to court. Did the emissary not come to you?" Legolas stared stonily back at his father. Here was his chance to shift the blame, for his word would certainly be taken over the emissary's. But Legolas could not do that to the very young elf. He would not.
"No, father, the emissary was timely. I chose not to bring pet to court. She did not please you the last time she was in court, nor any time before that. I did not think it prudent to let her return." It was indeed the truth. Thranduil had never been pleased with his pet, that is why she had been passed on to Legolas. Thranduil had plenty of elves to go around, but he was greedy with his human slaves. He had an insatiable taste for them. The only time he would ever part with one was because she displeased him. Legolas' pet had been the first, and no other had displeased him since then. No one had suffered under Thranduil's lash as much as Legolas' pet.
Thranduil bristled as he rose up in his throne, staring at his son. "Legolas," he said softly and menacingly, "you have defied me." Legolas nodded curtly, meeting his father's gaze. This was where he would stand firm. He never had reason to before. Now he had pet as a reason. Their isolation had been a blessing, but it was over now. Now he had to stand up for what he wanted, or suffer under his father's callousness for the rest of his life.
Lord Celeborn's eyes widened as Legolas' father stood and said in a booming voice, "Legolas, for this you must be punished! You know not what you do in defying me!"
"I know what I do!" Legolas hissed, sneering at the gaping courtiers around him. "This lifestyle is a travesty, father, and it will not go on any longer. You buy innocent humans and punish them with your lust and your lash, and the peasant elves of your realm live like dogs! They are subject to your whims at any time. Elves are supposed to be an honorable race, and you have dishonored them with your disgusting desires! I will not be subject to this! You will not punish my pet or make her pleasure another to appease your perversion."
Lord Celeborn cast an admiring glance at the elf prince, and Legolas' mouth quirked up in a slight smile. Then two guards grabbed his arms and brought him up onto the dais. He did not struggle. He would bear his punishment.
The guards quickly stripped him of his simple tunic and leggings, his court clothes. He carried no weapons, and even if he had, he would not have used them. Not on his own kin. He fought elves with words, not arrows.
Thranduil slowly circled his son's body, looking at his flawless, creamy skin. "Not the lash for you, my son," he murmured. "I would not mar the beauty I have given you." His laugh was bitter. "It's a pity you are such a disappointment, but perhaps like my slaves, you will be more malleable after some punishment." He motioned to the guards, who laid Legolas on the floor and bound his feet and hands with strong cords. An iron hook that dangled from the ceiling on an adjoining dais was hooked through the cords on his legs and he was drawn up so his back was still flat against the ground, but his feet were straight up in the air. The guard turned back to his father.
"Do you wish me to retrieve his pet, sir?" Legolas' heart leapt into his throat. By the gods, how could he have left her unguarded in his chambers?! He closed his eyes and prayed that his father would ignore her for the moment, until Legolas could protect her.
"No, the pet will not be necessary. I will decide what to do with her later." Legolas masked his sigh of relief and waited for his father's verdict. He watched as two strong male elves, naked from the waist up, wearing only loose loincloths, mounted the dais. Both held strong rods in their hands. The rods were similar to small riding crops, hard wooden shafts with leather braided around them. Legolas realized now why Lord Celeborn had looked so uncomfortable. His father had promised him a show of pain and humiliation and sex. The elf lord most likely had no wish to see such a thing. Now, instead of his pet, Legolas would endure it. He wondered if that made it better or worse for Celeborn.
"Lord Celeborn, my most honored guest, my son Legolas has defied me. Rather than punish his pet, he will be punished. I encourage you to sit back and enjoy the show. My elven slaves are great artisans of pain." Celeborn tried to smile, but he looked slightly nauseated, which was almost unheard of for an elf. "Legolas will endure a human punishment I have recently learned of, called the bastinado. Of course, we cannot merely suffer him the bastinado. Therefore, an embellishment." Thranduil motioned with a hand, and a female slave, completely nude, came up the steps of the dais carrying a silk pillow. Legolas did not look. He did not wish to know what object was on the pillow.
The disgust on Lord Celeborn's face was evident as he stared at the object. Thranduil picked it off the pillow and held it up for the courtiers to see. Legolas could not avoid looking now. His throat went slightly dry at the sight of the thing, but he did not flinch or show fear. He could survive this. Pet would have been destroyed.
"Humans like to call it a dildo," Thranduil said. "They make theirs soft and malleable, but this has been made strictly for punishment. It is solid ivory, polished smooth." Thranduil paused. "Celeborn, as our honored guest, I invite you to take it. I think you know what will be done with it." He smirked and laid the dildo in Celeborn's hands. Celeborn balked. Put this into Legolas? He could not!
"My lord, I beg you, I cannot accept such an… honor." Thranduil shrugged. If his guest did not wish to accept his offer, perhaps something simpler would do.
"Something simpler then, my lord. I wish you to stroke my son to hardness, for his humiliation will then be more. To be aroused and beaten with the dildo in him will truly be one of the greatest displays I have ever held here." Celeborn knew he could no longer refuse his host. He would have to do this for him.
"Very well, my lord," he bowed, moving over to the adjoining dais and kneeling before Legolas. He looked down into the elf prince's eyes, hoping his spoke volumes of apology. Slowly his hands crept out to gently brush Legolas' soft cock, and Legolas calmly closed his eyes, imagining pet's soft hands stroking him instead. Suddenly his father was there, grasping his side hard and forcing his eyes open.
"You will not think of that insolent little bitch I gave you, Legolas! This is for punishment, not pleasure." Legolas looked at his father, his eyes blazing blue fire.
"I will think of whatever I wish, father!" The last word was spat out in disgust. Thranduil's lip curled in anger and he looked down at Lord Celeborn's hands still stroking Legolas. He nodded and the lord of Lothlorien stepped back, retreating to his previous seat. Thranduil held out a hand to one of the slaves, and one dropped a small leather strap into his outstretched palm. He wrapped it around the base of his son's cock and balls, and Legolas gritted his teeth in discomfort. It wasn't over. His father moved around him and placed the tip of the dildo at Legolas' entrance. He waited a moment before shoving it all the way in without warning.
Legolas' body jerked and tightened reflexively, and his pain increased. His cock stayed hard because of the leather strap, and the slaves began immediately. Their strokes were synchronized so each rod hit his foot at precisely the same time. Within seconds, his feet felt as if they were burning, and his skin became raw. He knew eventually they would draw blood. With each stroke of the bastinado, his body jerked upwards and his muscles squeezed the dildo tightly within his anus. Legolas refused to cry out. He would not give his father the satisfaction.
The slaves were growing hard as they beat Legolas. They lived for the pain of others. Harder and harder they beat him, until Legolas was shuddering uncontrollably with pain, the dildo in his ass feeling like a sword burrowing deep into his body. He had to grit his teeth and silently think to himself of what he was saving his pet from. *I will not cry out. I will not let my tears flow. I will not show him what he is making me feel!*
Suddenly Thranduil's voice echoed through the room, and Legolas reared up as the slaves lifted their loincloths and came on his chest and belly. His father had a smug smile on his face, and he walked over to his son, releasing his bonds. The leather strap and dildo were also removed, none too gently. Legolas stood on his bloody, battered feet, hardly able to bear the pain. But he stared his father in the eyes and waited. Finally, Thranduil said, "Had enough, my son?"
It took all Legolas' strength to speak, but he did. He only said one thing. "You will not touch her! Ever!" And with that, he turned and walked normally off the dais, all of his self-control concentrated on getting out of that room. He didn't even bother to take his clothes with him.
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