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Victoria woke to the sting of a whip. She was lying naked on her stomach, her wrists tied to her great iron bed frame. Another whip lash dug into the soft, pale flesh of her back, making her cry out in pain.

"AAAAUUUUUUHHHHHHHHH! Ahhh...Ahhhh... Her breath hissed out in short, desperate gasps. She tried to turn, to see who her torturer was, but a hand forced her face back into her pillow.

"Scream all you like. No one can hear you through stone walls." A deep, silky, cold voice whispered in her ear, the speakers' silk-gloved hands traveling down her neck and stroking her back, caressing her backside, before whipping her again.

CRACK!

"AAAAAAUUUUUUUHHHHHHHHH!!!" She struggled with the bindings on her wrists. CRACK! "AAAAUUUUUUHHHHHHHHH!!!" She felt her torturer's tongue tracing the raw marks on her back. It stung, but the soft, wet strokes mixed with the pain on her flesh sent waves of warmth through of her body and between her legs. His tongue traveled upwards to her neck, his body pressing down on her, where he nipped her gently with his teeth. Bare flesh to bare flesh, his silk-gloved hands slipped from her back to her waist and up to her breasts. He caressed their fullness, tweaking her nipples and making more friction inside her. "S-stop...Ahhh...Stop, Please!" She gasped. He chuckled.

"Then speak my name. He traced the shell of her ear with his tongue. She winced as shivers ran down her body.

"I-I can't...I d-don't... He sat up, stroking her side with what felt like a riding crop.

"Say it."

"N-no. I d-don't know who-" he jerked his wrist, striking her hard. She whimpered.

"You know. Or should I give you a hint?" She felt something long and hard against her backside. A sudden dread filled her as he shifted until he was pressed against a more intimate spot. "Say my name. He whispered into her ear. She gulped and shook her head, squeezing her blue eyes shut. He tsked and thrust into her. She gasped as she felt some thing give way inside her and waves of pain racked her body.

"AAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH!" She screamed. "Ahhh...Ahhhh..."

"Say it, or it'll be much worse." She tried shaking her head again, but he ran his fingers through her long black hair and gripped her scalp, pulling her head back.

"L-Lucius!" She gasped out. "You're Lucius Malfoy!" The horrible truth sank in as his velvet chuckle was heard. Lucius Malfoy, her cousin and legal guardian.

"Good girl. He started thrusting himself into her, whipping her with the riding crop in the same rhythm. "Say it again."

"L-Lucius."

Thrust. CRACK!

"Again."

"Lucius..."

Thrust. CRACK!

"Again."

"Lucius..."

Thrust. CRACK!

"Again..."

"Lucius!" As the thrusts got faster and his voice got hoarser, she felt pressure building inside, waiting to explode.

Thrust. CRACK!

"Again!"

"L-Lucius!" Her throat was constricting. She could barely breathe as she waited for something to burst.

Thrust. CRACK! "Again!" Thrust. CRACK! "Again!" Thrust. CRACK! "Again!" Thrust. CRACK! "Again!" ThrustCRACK!Again ThrustCRACK!Again ThrustCRACK!Again ThrustCRACK!Again ThrustCRACK!AgainThrustCRACK!AgainThrustCRACK!AgainThrustCRACK!ThrustCRACK!ThrustCRACK!ThrustCRACK!. There was one final hard thrust and she saw stars. A typhoon of pleasure ripped through her, sending every nerve on edge and making her scream

"LUCIUS!!!" He groaned and thrust a few more times before collapsing on her. They both lay there, gasping and sweating. After a few moments, he sat up and untied her. She started to get up, but he shoved her back down and pointed his wand at her head.

"You breath a word of this to anyone, especially to Narcissa or Draco, and you'll wish you'd never been born." He let her go, picked up a robe from the floor and left. Victoria lay where Lucius left her, listening to his retreating footsteps. When she couldn't hear them anymore she curled up in a ball and cried herself to sleep.

I wrote this a looooooooooooooong time ago when I was obsessed with Harry Potter. First chapters are the hardest (Hee hee, pun). I have always thought Lucius was a sadist. Oh, and apparently the not-so-secret word today is 'thrust'. This time, cruel criticism of my writing style is accepted. That's the only way I'll learn.