Chapter 1 – All Changed That Day

Exquisite, simply exquisite. White leather, platinum and diamonds. With a solitaire in the middle. It would look perfect on my neck. Perfect for my status as a…

I raise my eyes, and look at him. He's talking with the little woman behind the counter. She's showing him something. I can't see what, from this angle.

He feels my look, somehow, and he turns, locking his gaze with mine. His eyes glister and he smiles at me. I blush, and turn my look, again, towards the exquisite… collar.

That is the moment when I see the price. Ha… "See if you find something you like," Master had said when we entered the Muggle jewellery store.

He can buy me a thousand times over with the money this collar costs. Not that he paid anything for me, but…

Trust a Malfoy to set his eyes on the most expensive piece of jewellery in the store. An ex-Malfoy...

I remember that day like it happened an hour ago. I always knew that my father treated me somehow oddly, that I could never please him enough, but I never knew why.

Well… It had been revealed to me after my sixteenth birthday when my inheritance kicked in.

I had been ill for a week. My body was sore all over, and nobody cared. Or, at least, that was what I thought.

My mother came to me once, but, before she could say anything, my father stormed in and roughly removed her from the room. I heard her crying in the hallway, but she never came in again. It seemed that the house-elves were forbidden to speak to me, too. I felt too sick to question the matter, though.

A week after my birthday, my… father, or rather my Sire, summoned me in his office. I could barely walk, and I was still in pain, but I really wanted some answers, and he didn't care how I felt anyway.

He took my hand and cut my palm with his dagger, collecting the few drops of my blood in a bowl. Surprisingly, I didn't bleed much, and my wound began to heal more quickly than any wound I'd ever had. I was astonished, not understanding what was going on.

Shock came over me when my Sire poured a potion I'd never seen before over the blood in the bowl, and became extremely angry when the concoction turned dark purple. He threw the bowl in the fireplace, where it shattered into a thousand pieces.

When he faced me, he was fuming.

"I want you to leave this house immediately!" he ordered, spelling his desk clean. His voice was harsh, and he didn't look at me.

"But Father, why?" I dared to ask, and all hell broke loose.

"I am not your father!" he shouted.

All our acquaintances told me I had my father's eyes, and until then it was what I believed, too. Not anymore. When he looked at me, his gaze made me shiver, and I knew I could never look at anyone with so much hate no matter what. His grey eyes looked metallic; I could almost distinguish the shape of the daggers they were throwing at me.

He clenched his jaw and spat through grinding teeth, his eyes glittering with malice.

"You are not my son. From this moment on, you are disinherited and disowned. You are not a Malfoy anymore. You've always disappointed me, and now this?"

"Father, what's going on?" I asked, frightened.

"What's going on?" he snapped, mocking me.

I felt tears clouding my eyes for the first time since I'd walked into his office.

"What. Is. Going. On? We have a fault in our flawless line of pure-bloods. A hidden fault. It was so perfectly hidden, nobody knew about it for more than fifteen generations. Trust my own heir to develop it, and display it for all to see!"

"W...What?"

"You... You are an animal. Lower than that. A concubine. A sex slave." He looked at me with disgust and continued, "You are a disgrace to this family, and I no longer consider you a Malfoy. Get out!" A mischievous grin appeared on his lips. "Or, maybe not!"

Suddenly, I froze. The terror crawled all over me. I tried to turn and run, but, before I could reach the door, I heard him shouting "Stupefy!", and I fell.

In less than five seconds, I was handcuffed to the leg of the nearest chair, sitting in a heap on the floor. Another swirl of his hand made my clothes vanish, leaving me completely naked.

He was hovering over me, whispering, "Sex slave, beauuuutiful sex slave."

I couldn't stop my tears from falling anymore.

"Father, please stop ... Pleeeease!"

The feeling of his dragging finger from my knee up my thigh made me shiver. I tried to hide behind the chair, but he grabbed my chin tightly, his fingers bruising my jaw line. Bending over, he licked the tears from my cheeks.

I felt humiliated, I wanted to die on the spot. How could he do something like that to his own son? His son... He didn't consider me his son anymore. He'd said so, just before he Stunned me. But how could someone change so suddenly? Looking at him, I realized it wasn't such a sudden change at all. Thinking of the way he'd always treated me, I had to admit that he'd probably suspected a positive result from my blood test since my birth. My head was spinning, and the stabbing from my heart wouldn't let me breathe properly. No one had told me anything about this, ever. I tried to wipe away the wet traces my Sire had left on my cheeks, and suddenly, I felt blemished. I wanted to rip off my skin in the places where he'd touched me.

Ha… If I only knew… it happened so fast! Or, maybe not that fast, but I was so sick about everything that my mind wasn't functioning well enough to make the distinction.

The Floo flared, and my Sire's cronies entered the office: Nott, Crabbe, Goyle, Parkinson…

After they all sat comfortably, each with a drink in their hands, my Sire, pointing at me, turned to them and said, "This... is my sex slave Draco. It's yours for the night. Enjoy!"

And they came. Grinning. With hungry eyes. Drooling like a pack of wolves surrounding their prey.

Tears ran from my eyes without stopping, and my lips chanted a mantra, "No, no, please, please stop!"

Their fingers were burning my skin, and I began to feel so soiled and defiled. I prayed to all deities to wake me up from this nightmare. This was not happening. It couldn't.

They uncuffed me and lifted me from the floor. After they sent me sprawling spread-eagle on my belly, on the conference table, I looked at my Sire. I couldn't believe it. He was sitting in his chair, watching, with a wide grin on his face.

"Father, please make them stop! Please!"

He just took a sip from his glass and returned to watching us, somehow pleased. I had to close my eyes, sobbing silently. And then I felt one of them spreading me, and touching my entrance.

"Noooooo! Ahhh!"

Another pulled my hair, forced my mouth open, and shoved his dick in, gagging me.

I couldn't move. I couldn't shout. I wanted to die. And, in that moment, the fact that my Sire licked my tears seemed like a child's play.

And then… I felt it. Splitting me in two. Fuck! It hurt so much… it burned like hell. I couldn't breathe. I tried to fight it, but the pain got worse. Immediately, he began to viciously thrust inside me, the movement impaling me upon the dick I had in my mouth, making it slide deep into my throat. I felt so nauseated, I thought I would pass out. As it turned out, I really did.

"You like it?"

The warm breath near my ear makes me shiver, and wakes me from my trance state. I nod, uncertain of my voice.

The little woman unlocks the window and takes out the collar.

My breath stops for a moment when my master leads me in front of the full length mirror and puts the jewellery round my neck. I feel his right hand lingering on my flat abdomen, while the other caresses my thigh. I look in the mirror, and I can't see the little woman anywhere; it's like she vanished, or maybe it's just my imagination.

I was right. The collar looks perfect on my neck. My master appraises me in the mirror, and he likes what he sees. I feel his lips kissing the spot behind my ear. He moves closer, if possible, never looking away from the image in front of him. I close my eyes, getting lost in the sensation his aroused body is raising in mine.

"You are so beautiful," I hear him whispering in my ear, and I open my eyes. What I see leaves me breathless. Oh… the promises in those green eyes…

TBC