In the Darkness Bind Them

by Henrika

Rating: NC-17

Pairing:Gandalf/Sauron, Gandalf/various uruk-hai (for now).

Summary: AU; Sauron has regained the One Ring and won the war. Gandalf is trapped. Will the Istar be able to resist the Dark Lord's attempts to break him?

Disclaimer: I don't own these characters. They belong to J. R. R. Tolkien. I make no money of this.

A/N and warnings: This story is very dark and deals with disturbing matters like graphic violence, graphic rape, torture, humiliation and much more. If this is not your cup of tea, now is probably the time to turn back. You have been warned!

Dedicated to: Nefertiti, for so kindly helping me with beta and suggestions. Without you this story would probably still be in a file somewhere in my PC. Many hugs to you, my dear!

Website: Lord of the Rings - my Gandalf slash fiction and art

Chapter Three

This time Gandalf had been given a blanket - a filthy and smelly one which had probably been used as a dust cloth - but it wasn't sufficient to keep the cold away. He tried to wrap it around his naked body and curl up to preserve the little internal heat he had left, although that didn't help much either. He spent the following night awake, too distressed and uncomfortable to fall asleep, trying to guess what they would do to him next.

If there only had been a quick and simple way to do it, he would have considered taking his own life, but that would be like admitting Sauron had managed to break him, and he did not want to give the Dark Lord that pleasure.

About twelve hours after he'd been thrown back into his cell, Sauron returned. With him came three uruks. Two of them he thought he recognized, and the third one he'd never seen before. It didn't really matter. Uruks all looked the same to him.

He could see Sauron's massive shape filling the doorway. He was again wearing the mask that concealed his countenance, and it was difficult for Gandalf to know what he had in mind.

"Good morning, Mithrandir," he said. "How was your night?"

Gandalf didn't bother replying. He simply glanced at Sauron and turned his head away, assuming he was expected to look frightened or dismayed or maybe both. That was indeed how he felt, but he still managed to keep his face fairly casual.

"I indeed hope you have slept well, for I guarantee you will not when this day is over. Will you come forth, or do I have to make my uruks get you?"

Gandalf definitely didn't want to endure the ruthless treatment of the uruks again, so he slowly started to rise, keeping the dirty blanket wrapped tightly around himself.

Sauron chuckled. "Why so modest, Olórin?" he said mockingly. "It's not like I haven't already seen what you have."

"Where will you take me?" Gandalf asked.

"You will see, Olórin. Now come."

Gandalf obediently followed Sauron out through the doorway, but once they reached the corridor Sauron roughly threw him into the clutches of the three uruks. The blanket fell to the floor and he was not given any time to pick it up. Sauron majestically strode past them, taking the lead and motioning to his escort to follow.

Gandalf's hands and feet were almost numb from the cold, and he almost couldn't feel them at all. Still he somehow managed to keep his legs under him and take steps instead of being dragged. The uruks were as rough now as they were yesterday and did not adjust to the wizard's own pace.

After what seemed like forever, at least to Gandalf, Sauron suddenly halted. He opened the door they had stopped at and told the uruks to take Gandalf in. They released him once they had dragged him inside, and Gandalf gratefully rubbed his sore upper arms.

When he was looking around he could see that the room was completely empty save for a mattress that lay crumpled in one of the corners. There were no windows, but one of the uruks had brought an oil lamp which he hung on a hook near the door.

Gandalf studied the interior suspiciously. He had absolutely no idea why they had taken him here, and he wasn't sure he wanted to find out. In a way he was relieved, because he had feared they might take him to one of those torture chambers with a lot of hideous torture instruments that he had heard of but never made acquaintance with.

Sauron took great joy in regarding Gandalf's frightened and anxious facial expression, knowing what awaited the Istar would most certainly break him.

"I suppose the three of you are enough. For now," he said coldly.

One of them looked questioningly at Sauron, and the Dark Lord replied with a short nod.

To his dismay, Gandalf was thrown to the floor, and when he finally realized what Sauron had been referring to, it was already too late even trying to escape. The barbaric creatures were over him in a second, and when they began to open their trousers, his final doubts were erased. They would rape him.

Gandalf began to scream. One of them raised its hand to backhand him across the face, but an angry snarl from Sauron stopped him just in time.

"Remember - no cutting, no biting, no scratching, no beating," he said sternly. "He mustn't die from it. Understood? The one who tries, I will deal with personally."

The uruks, obviously eager to get started, simply grunted something in reply, though they had understood their master's orders.

Gandalf's cries were quickly muffled by an uruk who thrust his thick oozing member down his throat. The one that was sodomizing him thrust in all the way to the hilt, and with Gandalf's blood lubricating his passage, it was easy for him to start thrusting fiercely.

The third one was sitting beside them on the floor, stroking his own cock as he barked something in their own language, obviously encouraging his companions to speed up.

Sauron was standing almost immobile in the doorway, with his arms crossed over his chest, watching the rape with cold and emotionless eyes. He was ready to interfere in case one of them tried to slap or bite Gandalf, but otherwise he would remain a spectator.

The one with its cock in his mouth finished first. Grunting like a pig, he shot his bitter seed deep down the wizard's throat, and Gandalf thought he would suffocate on the sour, disgusting fluid.

Gasping for air, Gandalf coughed convulsively, almost instantly throwing up the bitter fluid that had been forced into him. He wasn't allowed to rest for long. The third uruk, who had been watching until now, quickly replaced his companion and shoved his fully erect member into Gandalf's mouth.

When all three had finished, Sauron ordered them out and called the next three in.

"No...!" Gandalf cried in dismay when he realized it was far from over yet. With blood flowing down his thighs and his face covered in greyish semen, he tried to crawl away from them when they approached him, but in vain. He had nowhere to go. They caught him, flipped him over onto his back, and buried themselves in him as brutally as the former ones had done.

Gandalf lost track of time. The second group of uruks were quickly replaced by a third, and then a fourth. Sometimes they would fuck his arse and mouth in turns, discussing amongst themselves which they preferred while raping him.

The flow of horny uruks into the chamber never seemed to cease. Rumours spread quickly on the fortress of Barad-dûr, and more and more orcs heard about the white wizard being kept in the dungeons and wanted a turn with him.

Gandalf lost count of the rapes long before the last uruk was finished with him, many hours later. Sauron had been observing the whole time, probably to make sure none of them crossed the line and started to beat him as well. No one did. Under the piercing gaze of the Dark Lord no one dared, despite the brutal urge to simply tear the white wizard's throat out.

When the last uruk that violated him had left the chamber, Gandalf lay immobile in a heap on the stone floor. He waited in terror for the next group to have their way with him, but no one else came, and he began to realize it was over - for now. Sauron was still there though, and Gandalf felt the Dark Lord's eyes on him, wondering in terror what was yet to come.

Gandalf did not open his eyes when he heard Sauron approaching him. He wished he could have sunk through the floor, but since he could not, lying still was his best defence. He could feel the top of a boot carelessly poking his abdomen, but it was not a kick.

"You are a mess, Olórin," Sauron stated casually. "Be glad you have no hair left, because I doubt you would ever get it clean again, if you had. I will let you rest now, because I suspect that there is not much defiance left in you."

Sauron called to one of the uruks, and told him to take Gandalf back to his cell. They all knew he was in no condition to walk, so the uruk simply dragged him up and threw his limp body over its broad shoulder and started carrying him back to his cell.

Gandalf's mind was foggy and dizzy, and his conception of reality was distorted. He barely noticed when he was left in his own cold, damp cell, with a sleazy rag thrown over him for warmth. Despite the pain from the horrible violations, he had no trouble dropping off now. He barely even noticed that he did it.