The whore
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Blah..blah.you know the rest. ^_^
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Tapping his foot impatiently on the cold stone floors, the sounds echoed through the alley. " Hurry up you filthy vagabond." He commanded coolly when the door before him wasn't opened immediately. Being raised in luxury and spoiled as a child, he wanted things right away. And he didn't forget his childhood so easily.
After waiting for another few seconds, the door finally opened, creaking slowly. ' Oh, finally.' He thought irritably as he pulled the door back and stormed in. He was suddenly confronted with a scrawny, pale old man in ragged robes. The man, Longfoul he was called, was grinning, baring a row of yellow teeth, as he rubbed his hands together gingerly. Lucius didn't trust him the moment he spoke.
" Ah, would kind sir like to buy one poulet??" he inquired. Lucius, understanding what he said, nodded sharply. " Why do you think I'm here old man??" he barked. Longfoul ignored his comment and motioned him to follow him with a withered hand. " Follow me." He hushed.
Lucius did, and he hated the place. The smell was worse than the alleys, shit, cum, piss, and blood mingled together. The condition of the building was no better. The walls were just as bad as the exterior, old, needed a paint job and so on. One thing Lucius liked though, was the screames coming from within the doors they passed. Screams of pain, pleasure and lust. Screams he wanted to make.
" Tell me sir, what kind would you like??" Longfoul suddenly piped up eagerly. Lucius noted the tone, scheming, yet he said nothing. " Preferably a weak, submissive and new one." He shrugged. Longfoul smiled his smile once more. " Then I've got the perfect one in the next corridor." He cackled.
They continued their walk, going deeper and deeper into the building, until they came to a near destroyed black door. " He's in, try him first, and if you want to buy him, just call." Longfoul muttered handing Lucius a silver key before slinking off.
Lucius just stared at the key. ' He??' he thought, as he imagined a girlish young man inside. Still, he couldn't be choosy, from what he heard from his associates, most of their love slaves were innocent young boys who gave them such pleasure, they didn't wake up 'till next week from exhaustion. Eagerly, he slid the key into the rusted lock, and slowly turned it. He heard a click, and removed the key, he threw it on the floor, not caring much about it anymore now that the door was unlocked. The key made a sharp thunk, which echoed through out the dark hall.
Lucius took in a breath, praying that the young boy inside was worth his visit to this horrid place. Wrapping his fingers around the doorknob, it felt freezing even if he had gloves, and, with sureness, he turned the knob, slowly like the key.
He felt the door was now ready to be opened, so he peeked inside. His gray eyes saw nothing, yet they were as sharp as a tack. ' It must be the darkness.' He pushed the door open, and saw that he was right. Nothing but darkness, the black seemed to have consumed the whole room, and the one inside.
Just when he was about to leave to yell at Longfoul for this sick joke, his ears picked up a noise. It wasn't any noise he heard, yet. It seemed like,.sobs. Soft cries, cries of fear and pain. The tone radiated it.
He peered at the darkness, and after seconds, he could make out a human figure, hiding at the back of the room. " Who is there??" he asked coolly, awaiting an instant response from the person, or, whatever it was. The response was nothing he expected, just a soft sniffle and more sobs.
Tiring of this, he moved forward to the body. He could feel the fright and ache of the person, but that didn't stop him. If that shape was the whore, he had to take a good, long look at him. " I said, who is there??" he repeated in an agitated tone. " No one!" came the livid voice, mixed with the fear he felt earlier.
Lucius let out a growl, he was getting bored of this, and he wanted to see the person's face. " Who are you?!" he cried as he grabbed the person's wrist. Despite the darkness, he could see the person's arm. He ignored the shocked screams as he dragged along a lightweight body to the light. He closed the door, slammed it is more like it, and he flicked the switch. He then lifted the young boy's face to his to get a good damned look.
It was a boy, a pretty young one. Estimated 23 to 27, compared to his 31. The young boy was glaring at him, with soft purple eyes, filled with salty water. Tears? The boy's face was contorted to a blend of anger, directed at him, Lucius, and.fear. His complexion was smooth, yet pale, like he was frightened, and his ebony hair fell over his face, making look more beautiful to Lucius' eyes. Another thing Lucius noted, was that the boy was almost naked, all he had over his thin and shivering body was an olden robe, made of cotton worn down by rats.
" Who, I say, are you??" Lucius hissed. He could tell the boy was frightened of him, he could see it the boy's eyes, but the face showed otherwise. " What's it to you??" the boy replied in an equally cold, vicious tone. Lucius was surprised at the boy's answer, and he admired the spirit, a spirit he would enjoy breaking.
" Who are you boy, tell me now." Lucius demanded in a tone so malicious, it shone in his eyes. The boy, let out a tremble, and finally replied in a hoarse whisper. " Severus.Severus Snape." " Mm, beautiful name boy." Lucius purred into his ear as he nipped the lobe. Severus gave a sharp cry, surprised at first, but soon found himself moaning under the man's sharp teeth and naughty tongue. " Ooh."
Lucius drew some blood from the boy's ear, and he licked away a sole drop, enjoying the rusty taste. " Delicious." He muttered. Severus was gasping by now, breathing hard, and he uttered to Lucius a 'thank you', as Lucius continued his torture of the ear.
Thanks to the pleasure he was now receiving, Severus totally forgot that this man frightened him half to death. He heard the door, and had scrambled to his corner, trying with so much desperation to hide his body. He wanted so much to protect his body, or, what was left of it, after what the men before had done to it. He closed his eyes tight as he remembered, the hands that tore off his clothes like a spoiled child to a butterfly's wings, the hands that searched his body, greedily, hungrily, the hands that tormented his nipples, squeezing them as if he had any milk in them like a female. The men that had used him, were as rough as sandpaper, they enjoyed beating the crap out of him, watching with glee as he lay down on the cold floor, shaking, and crying, like a sick puppy. He remembered it all, the lecherous men who shoved themselves into his tight little ass, he received no preparation, only afterwards when his little hole was lubricated with his own blood. He cried out for them to stop, his eyes filled with tears, streaming down his pale cheeks. The men only laughed.
They wanted pleasure, and he gave it to them. So, the pleasure the gray- eyed man nibbling his ear was giving was unlike anything he felt before. He often gave the pleasure, he hadn't yet received it.
Remembering the men, his eyes flew back open. With a mighty shove, Lucius was thrown on his back as Severus scampered back to his corner, terrified as ever. He guessed that the pleasure the man gave him was just a ritual, before he would do Severus what all the other men did.
Lucius recovered from the fall, yet still in a daze. He stared at Severus, at the young scared boy trembling in a corner, and he smirked. The boy was delicious, and quite beautiful too, and he had guts in him. He always enjoyed a good fight before pleasure. " Perfect. You my boy, are now my whore."
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Nothing much yet, and I know that Severus may seem to young in this fic, I don't think Lucius is that much older than him too you know, but I just felt like making him like that.
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Blah..blah.you know the rest. ^_^
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Tapping his foot impatiently on the cold stone floors, the sounds echoed through the alley. " Hurry up you filthy vagabond." He commanded coolly when the door before him wasn't opened immediately. Being raised in luxury and spoiled as a child, he wanted things right away. And he didn't forget his childhood so easily.
After waiting for another few seconds, the door finally opened, creaking slowly. ' Oh, finally.' He thought irritably as he pulled the door back and stormed in. He was suddenly confronted with a scrawny, pale old man in ragged robes. The man, Longfoul he was called, was grinning, baring a row of yellow teeth, as he rubbed his hands together gingerly. Lucius didn't trust him the moment he spoke.
" Ah, would kind sir like to buy one poulet??" he inquired. Lucius, understanding what he said, nodded sharply. " Why do you think I'm here old man??" he barked. Longfoul ignored his comment and motioned him to follow him with a withered hand. " Follow me." He hushed.
Lucius did, and he hated the place. The smell was worse than the alleys, shit, cum, piss, and blood mingled together. The condition of the building was no better. The walls were just as bad as the exterior, old, needed a paint job and so on. One thing Lucius liked though, was the screames coming from within the doors they passed. Screams of pain, pleasure and lust. Screams he wanted to make.
" Tell me sir, what kind would you like??" Longfoul suddenly piped up eagerly. Lucius noted the tone, scheming, yet he said nothing. " Preferably a weak, submissive and new one." He shrugged. Longfoul smiled his smile once more. " Then I've got the perfect one in the next corridor." He cackled.
They continued their walk, going deeper and deeper into the building, until they came to a near destroyed black door. " He's in, try him first, and if you want to buy him, just call." Longfoul muttered handing Lucius a silver key before slinking off.
Lucius just stared at the key. ' He??' he thought, as he imagined a girlish young man inside. Still, he couldn't be choosy, from what he heard from his associates, most of their love slaves were innocent young boys who gave them such pleasure, they didn't wake up 'till next week from exhaustion. Eagerly, he slid the key into the rusted lock, and slowly turned it. He heard a click, and removed the key, he threw it on the floor, not caring much about it anymore now that the door was unlocked. The key made a sharp thunk, which echoed through out the dark hall.
Lucius took in a breath, praying that the young boy inside was worth his visit to this horrid place. Wrapping his fingers around the doorknob, it felt freezing even if he had gloves, and, with sureness, he turned the knob, slowly like the key.
He felt the door was now ready to be opened, so he peeked inside. His gray eyes saw nothing, yet they were as sharp as a tack. ' It must be the darkness.' He pushed the door open, and saw that he was right. Nothing but darkness, the black seemed to have consumed the whole room, and the one inside.
Just when he was about to leave to yell at Longfoul for this sick joke, his ears picked up a noise. It wasn't any noise he heard, yet. It seemed like,.sobs. Soft cries, cries of fear and pain. The tone radiated it.
He peered at the darkness, and after seconds, he could make out a human figure, hiding at the back of the room. " Who is there??" he asked coolly, awaiting an instant response from the person, or, whatever it was. The response was nothing he expected, just a soft sniffle and more sobs.
Tiring of this, he moved forward to the body. He could feel the fright and ache of the person, but that didn't stop him. If that shape was the whore, he had to take a good, long look at him. " I said, who is there??" he repeated in an agitated tone. " No one!" came the livid voice, mixed with the fear he felt earlier.
Lucius let out a growl, he was getting bored of this, and he wanted to see the person's face. " Who are you?!" he cried as he grabbed the person's wrist. Despite the darkness, he could see the person's arm. He ignored the shocked screams as he dragged along a lightweight body to the light. He closed the door, slammed it is more like it, and he flicked the switch. He then lifted the young boy's face to his to get a good damned look.
It was a boy, a pretty young one. Estimated 23 to 27, compared to his 31. The young boy was glaring at him, with soft purple eyes, filled with salty water. Tears? The boy's face was contorted to a blend of anger, directed at him, Lucius, and.fear. His complexion was smooth, yet pale, like he was frightened, and his ebony hair fell over his face, making look more beautiful to Lucius' eyes. Another thing Lucius noted, was that the boy was almost naked, all he had over his thin and shivering body was an olden robe, made of cotton worn down by rats.
" Who, I say, are you??" Lucius hissed. He could tell the boy was frightened of him, he could see it the boy's eyes, but the face showed otherwise. " What's it to you??" the boy replied in an equally cold, vicious tone. Lucius was surprised at the boy's answer, and he admired the spirit, a spirit he would enjoy breaking.
" Who are you boy, tell me now." Lucius demanded in a tone so malicious, it shone in his eyes. The boy, let out a tremble, and finally replied in a hoarse whisper. " Severus.Severus Snape." " Mm, beautiful name boy." Lucius purred into his ear as he nipped the lobe. Severus gave a sharp cry, surprised at first, but soon found himself moaning under the man's sharp teeth and naughty tongue. " Ooh."
Lucius drew some blood from the boy's ear, and he licked away a sole drop, enjoying the rusty taste. " Delicious." He muttered. Severus was gasping by now, breathing hard, and he uttered to Lucius a 'thank you', as Lucius continued his torture of the ear.
Thanks to the pleasure he was now receiving, Severus totally forgot that this man frightened him half to death. He heard the door, and had scrambled to his corner, trying with so much desperation to hide his body. He wanted so much to protect his body, or, what was left of it, after what the men before had done to it. He closed his eyes tight as he remembered, the hands that tore off his clothes like a spoiled child to a butterfly's wings, the hands that searched his body, greedily, hungrily, the hands that tormented his nipples, squeezing them as if he had any milk in them like a female. The men that had used him, were as rough as sandpaper, they enjoyed beating the crap out of him, watching with glee as he lay down on the cold floor, shaking, and crying, like a sick puppy. He remembered it all, the lecherous men who shoved themselves into his tight little ass, he received no preparation, only afterwards when his little hole was lubricated with his own blood. He cried out for them to stop, his eyes filled with tears, streaming down his pale cheeks. The men only laughed.
They wanted pleasure, and he gave it to them. So, the pleasure the gray- eyed man nibbling his ear was giving was unlike anything he felt before. He often gave the pleasure, he hadn't yet received it.
Remembering the men, his eyes flew back open. With a mighty shove, Lucius was thrown on his back as Severus scampered back to his corner, terrified as ever. He guessed that the pleasure the man gave him was just a ritual, before he would do Severus what all the other men did.
Lucius recovered from the fall, yet still in a daze. He stared at Severus, at the young scared boy trembling in a corner, and he smirked. The boy was delicious, and quite beautiful too, and he had guts in him. He always enjoyed a good fight before pleasure. " Perfect. You my boy, are now my whore."
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Nothing much yet, and I know that Severus may seem to young in this fic, I don't think Lucius is that much older than him too you know, but I just felt like making him like that.
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