(Greasy)
Hair, falling across the face of the
(Teacher I have no apple but you may take my cherry)
Teacher.
Draco awoke, and he screamed.
A hand clapped over his mouth. Fingers intruded, penetrated, raped his mouth. Grabbed his tongue, dug in with fingernails. Draco was thrashing, eyes tearing up.
Another hand was massaging his ass, fingers were sneaking around the crack but not quite going in.
A mouth went to his neck. Teeth bit through the scab which was already there. The wound, reopened, bled. Teeth penetrated the wound, sank in so far. Draco was moaning, his penis absurdly hard. It felt so good; such a sickly warm tingling was spreading through his body. In the cold, his nipples were jutting, his balls had shrunken into his belly, but his cock was throbbing.
He could see everything -- the chains against the wall, rusted with blood. The spiders dancing in the corners. The thin slit of a window high on the opposite wall. He could see everything, except for the person who was feeding on his neck. Could smell the oils of unwashed hair, right underneath his nose. He tried to look down at the face buried in his neck, but was unable to, was psychically blocked; the very thought of doing so filled him with such shrieking dread that he could only stare straight forward as his molester nuzzled against him.
The fingers were thrusting into his mouth, now, and he was being flipped over and his legs were being spread by the other hand. His neck was throbbing and itchy. He touched one hand to it, and felt a thick layer of grease. Grease, from the hair. That meant something, but though he strained to think of what, it was no use, he was in a panic, he was struggling to scream but he could not force out any sound!
Greasy fingers were massaging his rectum. The fingers left his ass for a moment, then returned, freshly greased. Draco was trying to twist his head around to see who was doing this to him, but couldn't. The fingers kept massaging, with intermittent breaks to do ... something.
(He's touching his hair.)
What?
And now, slowly, something much larger than a finger entered him from behind.
And he liked it.
"You will remember none of this." A snicker. "Just as you have remembered nothing for the past seven years."