Chapter Four: Be All You Can't Be
I tilted my head to the right a bit, but right before our lips touched, I laughed. Voldemort rose where his right eyebrow should be. "Is something about this humoring you?"
"Wha-na-no."
He slapped me. "I'd be less angry if you just told me."
I took in a deep breath before telling him, "I was focusing on which way to tilt my head so that we wouldn't bump noses…."
Voldemort looked a bit angry, but then he said, "Lucky for you that we don't have that problem."
I pressed my lips tightly together so that the sound of my laugh wouldn't escape.
Voldemort rested his left hand on my right hip, and his right hand on the small of my back. He stared at my lips, then his eyes shot back up to mine; he didn't have to say anything. Once again, I leaned closer to him and slowly shut my eyes as our lips made contact; my soft, small, but full ones against his cold, chapped, thin ones. I didn't make a sound as I started to cry again, and to tell you the truth, I was thankful that Voldemort was immediately dominant. Everything about this sickened me to the core, but everything would be easier on me if I were not the dominant one. Voldemort started to run his hands up and down my toned back and my curvy sides; he was thoroughly enjoying the feeling of all my feminine muscle definition.
His hands were cold and skinny, and his fingers were long and bony. Yet, they felt strong, oddly strong. Not strong with magic, though, strong as if he could break my leg with one pull of a single hand. I broke our kiss and took a loud, deep breath. I was about to lean back into him, but he started to kiss my neck; I closed my eyes and envisioned Draco. He kissed, licked, sucked, and nibbled on every part of my neck as one hand traveled up to my breasts. After a few minutes of this, he put both hands on my back and leaned me away a bit. He kissed my collarbone and in between my breasts. I kept back a sound I was sure was going to be a mixture of a moan and a sob, mostly a sob. Voldemort started to kiss, lick, and suck on my breasts; I fought back my small moans as I wrapped one arm loosely around his shoulders, and ran my right hand up and down the back of his neck. I think he thought that I was showing him a sign of a type of liking or affection; I know I was considering strangling him.
Voldemort suddenly took my right nipple into his mouth; I let out a loud gasp and opened my eyes. I looked down to see his red eyes staring up at me. I could feel him smirk against me as one hand traveled down to my bottom. He squeezed my ass through my jeans while slowly kissing and licking his way to my other nipple. I choked out a soft moan as he swirled his tongue around my left nipple before gently putting his lips around it. He gently sucked on it and flicked his tongue up and down, then left and right while staring up at me. I sighed and rolled my head and eyes back. I focused in on the new song; I fought back a chuckle when I realized that Bad Romance by Lady Gaga is playing.
Before I could think about it, Voldemort kissed his way back up to my left ear. He nibbled on my earlobe for a few seconds before saying, "Stand up."
I immediately did as I was told.
He stared at my lower body while licking his lips. "Take off your jeans."
I immediately unbuttoned, then unzipped my jeans. I started to take them off, but I moved into my usual slight squat to take off the rest. Voldemort shot up and slapped me hard across my face. I let out a small sob; he pulled my hair so that I'd be looking up at him. "Pull them back up."
I did so.
"Take them off again, but this time," A smirk crept back onto his face, "bend at the waist." He ran his left hand from my neck, down in between my shoulder blades, and to my lower back as I bent at the waist to take my jeans the rest of the way off. I stood up and kicked them a few feet to the side. "Bend back over." It was a whisper, but it was still a strong command. I bent at the waist and waited for my next instruction. "Put your hands on the chair and spread your legs." I bit my bottom lip while silently crying again. I put my hands on the sides of the chair. I was holding on with quite a bit of strength as I spread my legs. Voldemort let out a low whistle while running his hands up and down my ass. He squeezed my left cheek with his left hand while he snapped my thong with his right. He bent over so he could speak into my right ear, "Only naughty girls wear thongs." He snapped it again as he rose and stood to the side. Loudly, he said, "And naughty girls need to be punished." He then spanked me, hard.
My eyes shot open and I jumped a bit.
Voldemort laughed, "Did that hurt?"
A small whimper came from my throat.
He stood to the side of me as he continued spanking me, alternating from cheek to cheek, smirking with pleasure the whole time. He didn't stop until my bottom was bright red. As if he took pity on me, he gently ran his hand up and down my cheeks, as if he was actually trying to sooth me. He bent down and kissed my lower back. He then stood up and walked behind me again. He slipped his left index and middle fingers under the strap on my left hip, and did the same thing with his right fingers on my right side. He slowly slid my thong to my ankles, kissing every inch of lower body he could reach. I didn't hold back any of my tears or crying sounds; I was being raped, what did I care if these monsters could hear me cry? Serves them right for letting this happen. Could no one really warn me that the Dark Lord was coming into my house?
Voldemort got down to his knees and pushed my inner thighs a little bit, signaling to me to spread my legs a little bit more. "And you're shaved?" His lips curled into a sickening smile, "You are a naughty, naughty girl!" He kissed my inner thighs before asking me, "Are you a virgin?"
I cried for a few seconds more before I found my voice. "No."
"Oh?" Voldemort laughed for a moment. "When'd you lose your virginity?" He ran his index fingers around my lips.
I coughed before stuttering out, "Eh-In fourth year. Night of the Yule Ball."
"To who?" He asked while finding a more comfortable seated position.
"Mark Thomason."
Voldemort stayed silent; it quickly became obvious that he wanted to know more about it.
"We were dating all year, so he took me to the Yule Ball, then to the Auh–Astronomy Tower."
"How romantic." Voldemort whispered and chuckled. "Details?"
"Like, like what?"
"What year was he?" Voldemort sighed, "House?"
With a small, quiet voice, I closed my eyes tight and replied, "He…he was in his sixth year, he was a Ravenclaw Prefect."
Voldemort seemed satisfied with the information I gave him. He lightly spanked me while turned his body one hundred and eighty degrees so that he was facing his Death Eaters, and staring up at my pussy. "I've pleasured you, but you're not wet."
I stayed silent.
"No matter," He smirked, "I can fix that."
Before I could say anything, he slowly licked up and down my slit. I gasped and grabbed the chair with even more force. He started to explore my folds with his tongue, purposely avoiding my clit and my entrance. I fought back all of my moans, all of my sounds, as he started to swirl his tongue around my clit, gradually making his circles smaller. Suddenly, he started to flick his tongue onto my clit, flicking it every which way. After a minute, though, he stopped and growled, "Moan."
I stayed silent.
He spanked me, with both hands, very hard on my ass while he gave my clit a bite.
A cry of pain left my mouth as I jumped onto my tippie-toes. He grabbed onto my ass with both of his hands and shot his tongue all over my clit. I cried out from the physical pleasure and the emotion pain. He started to suck on my clit; he moved his lips in a wave like motion, massaging my clit, while his tongue roughly licked it. I couldn't stop my moans, even when I felt his mouth form a small smirk. After a few minutes, my hips started to slightly buck, and my legs were getting shaking; I was holding onto the chair out of need. He slowly slid his right index finger into my pussy. I cried out from the feeling of his cold finger in my warm, now wet, pussy. He started to suck on my clit hard as he slid his index finger out, and his index and middle finger in. He quickly made his finger pace faster, probably to match his sucking. My body started to shake; I cried out from the pleasure he was giving me. As much as I wish it didn't feel good, it did, and I couldn't help that. I did my best to fight it all off, and I failed.
A loud moan flew out of my mouth as I orgasmed. I tossed my head back as my eyes also rolled back. I moaned as he slid his fingers out of pussy. He gradually stopped sucking on my clit, and started to lick his way to my entrance. I gasped as he slowly probed, almost poked at my hole with his tongue. He stuck in a little bit, and then slid it out. Then he slid in a little bit more, and slid that back. It took a few more times, but he put in his tongue as far as it would go. With his tongue still inside me, he started to swirl it in circles. I groaned at the strange, but pleasurable feeling. After about a minute of that, he started to flick his tongue in and out of my pussy; at first he was slow, but it quickly turned into a fast, smooth motion. My legs started to shake as he found my G-spot with his unusually long tongue. He rubbed against it as best he could and started to rub my clit with his still wet, right index and middle finger; I came twice before he stopped. During the last orgasm, I violently shook and loudly moaned; he made me squirt.
Voldemort got up from under my pussy, stood up, turned around, and pulled me into a standing position by my hair. I cried a bit as he turned me to look into his face. With a smirk, he hissed, "You're such a slut," he grabbed my ass with his right hand, pulling me even closer to him. "You liked that so much you squirted."
I gulped. I wanted to tell him that if he ignored my G-spot that wouldn't have happened, but I figured it best to keep that to myself.
"Now look at what you've done," he whispered, "my face is all wet. Be a good girl for once and clean it."
I hesitated at first, but he went to pull my hair again, so I pressed my lips against his dry, pale face. I kissed, licked, and sucked my juices off of his face.
He sighed with twisted pleasure, "You missed a spot."
I gave him a curious look.
He puckered his lips a little bit.
I gulped and started to lean forward. He roughly grabbed my face and said, "Keep your eyes open." Then he let my face go.
I breathed in deeply before I gently pressed my lips against his. He locked his gaze with mine while we kissed, forcing me to stare up into his evil, red, snake eyes as I licked my own juices off of his lips. He parted his lips a bit and ran his tongue in between my lips, gently prying them open. He slid his tongue into my mouth; at first he explored my mouth, but then he sucked on my tongue. I instantly knew what he wanted; I started to suck on his tongue. Whether it was for one second or one minute, I couldn't really tell. To tell you the truth, it felt like a year.
He slid his tongue back into his own mouth, parted from me, and took a step back. He shed himself of his black robe, revealing a pale, surprisingly muscular body. It wasn't actually muscular, or defined, or anything like that, but I expected to see a skeleton with paper white skin. Instead, I saw paper white skin covering a semi-muscular body. He wasn't muscular enough to be considered actually fit, or an athlete, but he was muscular enough to over power me.
My jaw dropped when my gaze fell to his penis. How could someone who died, was a ghost for a while, then a nasty baby like creature, and then a… damn, I don't know what he really is. I guess he's a person, but obviously a horrible, monster like one. Anyway, how could he have such a, a big penis? It was fully erect, around ten inches long, and about two inches thick.
I shot my eyes over to the coffee table and put my hand out; my wand immediately flew into my hand. I pointed my wand at my lower stomach, near my uterus, and preformed an anti-pregnancy spell. Then I preformed another spell, this one protecting me from getting any diseases that I could get from having condom–less sex with the Dark Lord.
He grabbed my wand from my hand and tossed it aside. "What was that?" He screamed.
"It was a contraceptive spell!"
He laughed at the look of sheer terror on my face. "Good thinking." He sighed, "Very good thinking." He then sat back down on the chair he transfigured. "Come here."
I stood in front of him. "Bend over my lap."
I was confused for a moment, but then I walked to his side and bent from my waist. He put one arm under my chest, and the other under my thighs. He lifted me up a minute and then moved me a few inches so that my ass would be in the perfect position to spank.
He smirked ghoulishly and said, "That was very, very good thinking. However, I didn't instruct you to do any of that." He bent a little to whisper into my closest ear, "And for that, you must be punished." He then started spanking me like before, but now he was spanking me much harder. My body tensed as I started to loudly cry. He actually started to laugh at the sound of my pain, not that I'm surprised. After a few minutes of turning my ass red, then bruising it, he spoke. "Stand up now."
I immediately shot up.
"Straddle me."
I glared at him and did so.
He smirked and stopped me before I sat all the way down on his lap. He put his left hand on my right hip, and put his right hand on his large dick. He started to rub the head of his dick against my pussy lips. I pressed the lips on my face together as I glared at him. He let out a cold, loud laugh as he positioned his dick at my entrance. After he pushed the head in, he put his right hand on my left hip. I bit my bottom lip to keep from moaning, but he saw that and slapped me very hard across my face. "Don't you force yourself to be quiet!"
I started to silently cry again. "Oh-okay, sir."
He smirked evilly again, firmly gripped my hips, and slowly started to slide me down the length of his dick. Small moans started to flee from my mouth as my eyes fluttered close and my head rolled back. I didn't have to look at him to know that he's smirking, and truth be told, I'm glad he didn't force me to look at him. I focused solely on the feeling of a large cock fucking my tight pussy. I started to groan louder as he made me ride him faster. After a few minutes, I bucked my hips down.
He growled, "Good girl."
I moaned, ignoring the sound of his voice.
He started to buck his hips up, sending his dick deeper into me. "That's right," he growled, "Ride me, bitch, ride me!"
I wrapped my arms around his neck as he dug his fingertips into my hips. He started to slam his dick into me as I slammed my hips down onto him. I tightened my arms as I started to practically scream and ride him faster. He then cupped my ass in his large, slender hands and stood up; I moaned from the new sensation. He slowly slid me up and down his dick as he walked over to the nearest wall. He pinned me to the wall with his body, and held me up by spreading my legs and placing his hands underneath my ass and upper thighs. He held me high so that I was at the perfect angle to fuck, and to kiss, not my lips though. He roughly and sloppily started to give me hickeys all over my neck as he started to fuck me again. I moaned with every motion of his dick; it didn't take him long to start roughly nailing me into the wall. I rolled my head to the right as he started to kiss, nibble, and suck on the left side of my neck. I dug my nails into his back as I opened my eyes to see Draco. I quickly eyed him; he instantly knew what I needed. He unbuttoned his shirt so I can see his lean, fit torso, and he started to thrust upwards in the same fashion that Voldemort is; this makes fantasizing about Draco much, much easier. My moans grew louder the longer I stared at Draco. Within two minutes, I had a violent orgasm, and about a minute after that, Voldemort pulled all the way out of me, then slammed his dick all the way back in. He did this a few times, the last time he did this, he groaned loudly and emptied his cum in me.
After a few minutes of enjoying the feeling of my orgasm squeezing his dick, Voldemort pulled out of me, shook my arms off of him, and took a step back; he laughed as I fell. My breathing and heart rate were sky high; Voldemort forcefully tugged me up by my elbows. He spun me around, and then pushed me down in front of the men. He wordlessly preformed a cleansing spell; it felt quite odd, but I'm glad that his seed is no longer in my body.
He sat back down on his transfigured chair and let out a low, long, cold laugh. "I know you were fantasizing about Draco the whole time."
I gulped, my eyes widened, and I held my breath.
"Don't worry," he sighed and folded his arms behind his head, "I'm not going to punish you with any spells."
I started to breathe again.
"However, you're not done for the day." He chuckled. "Rodolphus!"
"Ye—yes, My Lord?" He gulped as his eyes widened to practically the size of his head.
"Get up and get naked." Voldemort smirked. Of all the people in the world, well, I guess in this room…. Of all the people in this room! Of all the people in this room, he picked my father's best friend. I suppose that I can't be surprised, though. What else should I have expected from a psychopathic, murderous maniac who also happens to be a rapist and the Dark Lord?
Rodolphus slowly stood up, took of his robe, and then took off his shoes, shocks, shirt, pants, and boxers. His eyes locked with mine; they told me he was sorry, mine told him that it's okay.
"Rodolphus," Voldemort sighed, "why don't you go and feel that slut up."
Rodolphus gulped and slowly walked over to me.
Voldemort sighed again while shifting a little bit in his seat. "Come on, Rodolphus, she's already in the doggy position."
Rodolphus didn't wait for any more instructions; it was more painful to hear how to do what he has to do. I started to silently cry again as I felt his breath on my neck, his hands on my sides, and his erection against my right inner thigh. He put his lips to my right ear and very softly whispered, "I'm so sorry" numerous times.
I turned my head to the side and very softly whispered back, "The faster we do this, the faster it's over with."
He nodded in agreement and started to kiss my neck. I shuddered, partly from the fact that this is my dad's best friend, and partly because it actually felt good. Oh what the hell. Voldemort has just raped me; at this point, if a kiss from Rodolphus feels good, I won't deny it. Rodolphus gently started to nip and suck on my neck, leaving smaller, cleaner hickeys. I let out soft moans as he started to gently caress my breasts and move his kisses to the back of my neck. He kissed his way down my back, and then back up. He tenderly grasped onto my hips with his large, masculine hands as he slowly pressed the tip of his dick against my entrance. He let out a low, deep groan as he started to push his dick into me.
Voldemort chuckled, "Is she tight again?"
"Yea-Yeah," Rodolphus groaned and squeezed my hips.
Voldemort's lips curled back into a ghoulish smirk. "How tight is she, Rodolphus? Inform the rest."
"Tight like a virgin." Rodolphus groaned.
Voldemort happily sighed, "That's the beauty of younger women. They're always so tight. I'm pretty sure they stay that way up into their late twenties, at least that's my experience." Voldemort seemed to be talking more to himself than anyone else.
Rodolphus ran his left hand up and down my back while he continued to squeeze my right hip with his right hand. After a few minutes, he started to grab at my jiggling breasts.
"Neema," Voldemort asked, "are you a C or a D?"
"Auuuuuhhh," for a moment I was too flustered from the pleasure to answer, "I'm, I'm a C."
Voldemort let out a loud sigh. "First you say you're sixteen, and now you're a C? Fuck that!" He shrilly laughed, "As far as I'm concerned, you're twenty and you're a D."
Rodolphus started to thrust into me harder and faster; he went back to squeezing my hips as he watched his dick slide in and out of my pussy.
"Rodolphus," Voldemort smirked as he watched me being fucked, "do tell how deep Neema's being fucked."
"Ahh!" Rodolphus groaned, "Nine inches, sir."
Voldemort loudly sighed, "Good. That slut likes big dicks."
I ignored all of Voldemort's comments as I pushed my hips back to meet Rodolphus. I pretended that Rodolphus is Draco; it helped me get over all of this, at least, for the moment. I opened my eyes to find that I'm staring right up at a shirtless Draco. I licked my lips as I eyed his abs; my moans almost instantly grew longer and louder. Rodolphus tightly gripped my hips and started to slam his full length into my aching pussy. He groaned after every other thrust, I, on the other hand, am moaning like nobody's business. It didn't take me long to orgasm, but it did take Rodolphus a little while. The feeling of my already tight pussy squeezing his dick made him fuck me harder and faster, sending me into another orgasm. Apparently, that was all he could take. He slammed his big dick deep inside of me, groaned, and came. I moaned and my body shook at the feeling; it was a large load, he wasn't finished when he started pulling out of me, so that felt especially odd.
As Rodolphus stood up, quietly apologized, and sat back in his chair, Voldemort laughed and stood back up. He roughly stood me up, and then bent me over at the waist. He spanked me a few times before turning me so that the other men could see. "Tsk. Tsk." Voldemort spanked me again, earning a loud squeak from my throat. He supported me with his left arm while using his right hand to spread my legs. He then slid his right hand down to my pussy; I started sobbing. He spread my pussy lips and said, "You're such a slut. Look at all this cum." He stuck his fingers in my pussy, and then brought those fingers into my line of vision. "What do you think of that, slut?"
"I…" I started to slightly shake from my sobs, "I think that this is all disgusting."
Voldemort pushed me down with extreme force; I landed on my ass. He got down on his knees – he's still significantly taller than me, in case you were wondering – and entangled his left hand in my hair. He pulled my hair and started to slap me with his right hand, but I couldn't move. This caused his slaps to sting at least three times more, plus he's added the extra pain of brutally pulling my hair. I didn't care how much I cried at this point; I felt so dirty. I orgasmed several times; however, I was pretending it was Draco the whole time. So it wasn't like I really enjoyed it, I just had to get through it. As far as I'm concerned, it was Draco who gave me those orgasms.
Voldemort laughed at me. "Look at you. Your face and ass are red and bruised up, you have hickeys all over your neck and chest," he slid his right hand in between my legs. He stuck his index and middle fingers in for a moment, then wiped the cum onto my stomach. "You have cum inside of you, and on you," he smirked down at me and laughed again, "And you enjoyed yourself." He slapped me once more for good measure before getting up. He looked down at me with a smirk and hissed, "What would your father say?"
I went crazy. I raised my hand so that my wand would fly into it, then I shot up from the floor. Voldemort thought I was going to try to curse him since I pointed my wand at him, so he shouted a defense spell, but that didn't help him. I didn't use a spell on him; instead, I whipped his left eye with the tip of my wand. He let out a groan that was a mixture of physical pain, and surprise. I continued to whip at his eyes with my wand while screaming, "YOU FUCKING ASSHOLE! YOU FUCKING FREAK! YOU SICK! YOU SICK BASTARD! YOU FLITHY, HALF BLOODED—" That was when he grabbed both of my wrists in one hand and slapped me so hard that I got whiplash and fell to the floor. I immediately started to weep; he started to laugh at me, again.
He clothed himself and instructed Rodolphus to do the same. He then sighed, stretched his arms above his head for half a minute, and instructed the Death Eaters to follow him back to the Malfoy Manor. As he walked by me, he spit on me and let out another shrill, cold, low laugh.
I started to cry even harder.
When they were out of the living room my sister rushed into the room. The moment she saw me, she puked. I grabbed my wand and weakly mumbled a cleansing spell on myself. After she puked, my sister crawled over to me and held me close to her. We spent the rest of the afternoon violently sobbing on the living room floor.
A/N: So that was pretty sick, but Voldemort is a sick, twisted bastard. Please, please, please review.
