I don't own anything do to with any one the charcters. They belong to a very rich lady and if I was rich I would not be writing this. I would be writing my own stories.
(YAY ON WITH MY FIRST STORY)
Harry Potter and the Dungeons of the Malfoy Manor
Harry lays on the cold stone floor he calls his home. He's been here for a very long time. He doesn't really know how long it's been but he saw Draco for the first time in ages and he's grown taller. So Harry figured he'd been here for at least a year or two.
Harry hears the stone door to the dungeon open and dryly wonders who it will be this time. There are only three people that don't hurt him; Draco, Jessica and midnight. Jessica and midnight are Voldermorts personal trackers. The only reason the thousand years old vampires don't hurt Harry and that is because there's something in his blood they can't have.
The thump of pairs of feet descending the stairs is getting loader. Harry, in defeat, lies on the ground not getting up. It becomes a dull thump as they step off the steps and near his cell. Thump, thump, thump the sound of Harry's pain. Harry's life is held in the balance, does the thumping pair of shoes belong to the dark lord's assigns? Or does the thumping pair of shoes belong to his savour.
Harry barely cares if he lives or dies anymore. Living means rape, torture, starvation and yet a feeling of complete he's never felt before while dieing means emptiness worst than the dungeons of the Malfoy manor. Harry's body and mind, not wanting pain anymore, has learnt to turn the pain his masters give him into pleasure.
That's all Harry thinks of the men that hurt him now. One word from Harry's beaten and abused mouth sums up their relationship perfectly. And as the thump gets closer Harry yet again wonders which master wants to take control of him today.
His guard enters and roughly gropes him as he is put into the restraints. The brutish guard grabs his penis in his huge hands squeezing it tightly. Harry's body rocks with pain for the slight moment it takes to turn it to pleasure. A loud moan escapes Harry's mouth and the guard lets go.
Thump, thump, thump it gets closer until finally Harry can make out the frame of a man. He walks over to the wall where Harry is chained. Harry looks up at the man not caring about who it is. The man bends down and cups Harry's beaten cheek in his left hand. The strong man hits Harry across the face with the other.
The man sneers. "Mr. Potter savour of the wizarding race now knows what it's like to be a death eater's bitch and likes it," the man pulls out his wand and magically makes himself and Harry naked. He then saddles Harry's tiny waist. "Tell me potter how does it feel to be defeated? To be broken with no one to save you? How does it feel to be fucked by the person that you wouldn't have hesitated to kill two years ago?"
In a strange and twisted way all Harry wants is for the man on top of him to stop talking and fuck him hard. But he knows that Lucius likes to take his time.
"I don't know lord Malfoy," Harry hardens and Lucius knows it's time to fuck.
Lucius enters Harry hard. Out of everyone who Harry has Lucius is the only one who makes it feel real. Lucius fucks him deeply without remorse the others on some level care about him.
After Lucius is finished he leaves. And Harry knows it's wrong but he can't wait for Lucius to return again.
(YAY I FINISHED MY FIRST STORY)
A.N. Please don't hurt me to bad. I know it's bad but it's my first try. Anyway I've had no breakfast yet so I'm going to go eat ice-cream.