Oh, I love J.K.Rowling´s characters and kidnapped them to have wild, kinky sex with them, but they didn´t even invite me in! Imagine that! Very ungreatful, if you asked me! xx pout xx
warnings: torture, violence, twisted people
Chapter 4
SCARS
Draco had slept peacefully untill the next morning, aided by the required sleeping draught of course. He woke up refreshed and almost painfree.
Snape had brought new robes for him, pure black with a small silver crest embroidery on the stand up collar. Draco took a long bath relaxing his tortured muscles in the almost scalding hot water while he fingered the embroidery, the robe lying on a chair next to the bathtub. There was a snake of course and a skull. It was a Death Eater insignia artistically stitched onto the fine material.
Draco sighed. Life as the Dark Prince, as he called himself playfully now, was a mixture of heaven and hell it seemed. After Draco had gotten out of the marble bathtub he started dressing.
" Ah...excuse me, Sir... there are only trousers, the shirt under the robe is missing." Draco was very mindful of what he said when talking to his godfather now, because of the threat to be punished if he did not show the required respect. The brooding man´s presence made him slightly uneasy.
"This is how our Lord wants you to dress. There is no shirt for you." drawled Snape who sat at the round table sipping his tea from a fine china cup almost too fragile for his hand. Someone might wonder why the Death Eaters had such fine tableware, but it was possibly just pillage from one of their raids.
Draco looked up wondering what kind of fashionstyle the Dark Lord seemingly had. Sneaking a glance at his godfather he saw that his robe was cut similarly to Snape´s ever present one, but the buttons of Draco´s own only reached the top of his trousers, from there on down the robe was flowing freely. Draco shook his head.
"I will look like a bloody vampire." He muttered.
"You will look beautiful, child!" rectified a low hissing voice from the back of the room. Lord Voldemort had entered the room soundlessly like a ghost would.
"Yes, my Lord!" Draco hurried to say, blushing like a maiden, and put on the robe on top of his naked skin. Before he could start to button it his Lord stopped him, holding his wrists. Long white fingers slowly swept the silky material off his shoulders, brushing against Draco´s right nipple in the process. Draco shuddered as his breath hitched.
"There is a small something we still have to take care of before you can dress completely." Please, no! Draco didn´t want to hear more! He didn´t want to raise his eyes to meet the hungry look on his Lord´s face!
"You killed four of my men and injured two others." Draco looked at the Dark Lord in confusion.
"My Lord! Yesterday you said you were proud of me because of it." The snake-like face twisted into a sneer.
"That might be true, but still it is punishable to kill my men. Only I have the right to do that. You do understand that you need to be punished severely?" Draco swallowed.
"Yes, my Lord!" Draco stared at the floor now, not able to look into the face of the sneering monster, afraid of what else he might see in his evil, red eyes.
"Put your robe down and lie on the horse."
Draco´s heart almost stopped, but he dutifully pulled off his robe and placed it over the back of a chair. Then he went to the horse and lay with his chest on the cold black leather. He could do this, he had survived this before, it was just a little pain, Draco tried to assure himself quietly. At least his Lord had not asked him to undress completely like last time.
As if Lord Voldemort had been able to read his thoughts he said "The punishable act ist nothing a mere child would commit, so today´s punishment will be executed worthy of an adult. You will not be restrained as well as I want to test your endurance and obedience, Draco!"
Draco could only swallow again before whispering "Yes, my Lord, thank you!"
While Snape went to the wooden panel on the wall and picked one of the smaller and very thin canes Draco grabbed onto the legs of the horse and pressed his forehead against the cool leather.
"You will receive 50 strokes! 10 for each dead and 5 for each injured servant of our Lord! You will count the strokes!" Snape barked at Draco and raised the cane high over his head to gain as much momentum as possible.
Draco inhaled deeply. Then the first stroke hit his back right under his shoulderblades. Draco´s breath was catching in his throat, his eyes opening wide in shock. The thinner cane was having a different impact. It was biting into his back like a knife, breaking his soft white skin immediately. Draco could feel blood creating a wet path down his sides. It felt like a lover licking his skin teasingly.
"You forgot to count, we will start anew!" cautioned Snape coldly. The next stroke cut across his kidneys.
"One" Draco pressed out between his teeth. Another swish.
"Two" The caning continued. After the eleventh stroke Draco screamed, his body covered in sweat, shaking, blood flowing down onto the leather of the horse and continuing its path down in small rivulets dropping finally onto the fine carpet laid out on the cold stone, creating a pattern of its own in the intricate design.
He continued counting with great difficulty, holding onto the legs of the horse with all his strength although he wanted nothing more than to jump up and run to a corner of the room to hide his hurting back in there.
How could Snape do such to him, he had never beaten him before he had killed Dumbledore. Since then it seemed not to matter to his godfather any longer if Draco cried and screamed because he was in pain. Had Snape changed or had he been this evil before that night, unknown to Draco?
His own father had been a harsh and strict man who loved rules, but he had only slapped Draco or hit his behind with his hand when Draco was still small. His father had always been one for the method of talking your child into submission, occasionaly while he had his hand burrowed in Draco´s hair shaking his head again and again pulling on his hair painfully.
That was also the reason why Draco had stopped to use gel on his hair. His father had hated the feeling of gelled hair in his grasp but enjoyed to grab his son´s soft and silky natural hair.
His father had told Draco regularly what disappointment he was to his father, how he could not live up to his expectations and honour the family name. Sometimes he had ranted and raved at Draco for hours. At that time it had been bad for Draco, but compared to this...
"Twentyseven" Draco screamed. Tears were rolling down his face again. Gods, he would never learn to keep his eyes dry.
"Twentyeight" In his head Draco repeated the same mantra again and again. Please, stop, please, stop, please, stop...!
After "Fortyt..Fortytwo" Draco´s mind was covered in a thick red fog.
"You forgot to count, we will start anew!" Snape had said, but Draco could simply not think clearly enough to even know which number he was supposed to say next.
Snape had repeated the "count anew" twice more before Lord Voldemort had asked him to stop.
"Enough! Get the Cicatror potion!" There was a mad light in the Dark Lord´s eyes that would have made every Death Eater cower in fear at his master´s feet, praying to whichever deity that his Lord´s eyes would not fall on him.
Snape hesitated, his hands clutching the cane almost to the point of breaking it.
"My Lord, it is meant to cause scars! Maybe you mean another potion?" Snape offered hopefully.
"You are treading on dangerous grounds! I will be questioned by nobody, not even my right hand man, Snape, I told you to get the Cicatror potion and I meant what I said!" hissed Voldemort with a dangerous gleam in his eyes.
"Yes, my Lord, I´m sorry!" Snape hurried out of the room heading towards his laboratory.
Lord Voldemort stepped up to Draco who still lay on the horse, breath heaving, sweat dripping into his eyes.
"You are doing well, child, soon it will be over." His Lord pushed the hair sticking to Draco´s sweaty face away from his eyes. Then he proceeded to fix Draco´s wrists in the restraints.
"Why?" Draco asked weakly.
"Elaborate!" the Dark wizard prompted calmly.
"Why...restraints" whispered Draco between heaving breaths.
"It will be too much for you to withstand without restraints when I will use the Cicatror on you."
Draco closed his eyes and swallowed. Was it not enough that his back was beaten bloody and he had screamed and cried again? What else did this bastard want to do to him?
"I will mark you today for you in the future to be always reminded of the proud occasion of your first kill."
Draco´s breath stopped for a moment. Could it be possible that his Lord could read his mind? And he wanted to mark him with a potion? Did he want to pour acid on his skin?
Snape entered the room, robes billowing, handing his Lord a large phial containing a silver glittering potion. Draco eyed the phial wearily.
The Dark Lord poured a vast amount of the potion on his hand, returning the phial to Snape.
Obviously no acid, thought Draco who watched the whole process with trepidation. The moment Voldemort put his potioncovered hands on Draco´s back and started to rub it into the bleeding cuts Draco changed his opinion. It was acid!
Draco forgot how to breath during the first seconds, his body convulsing in pain, before his lungs started to work again and he let loose an agonized scream as Voldemort enthusiastically rubbed the potion into the open wounds on his back.
Draco howled in pain, madly thrashing against his restraints, as the potion burned the wounds like liquid white hot iron running into it. His skin and blood sizzled, his flesh pulling the wounds closed while the potion burned the cuts, causing instant scars.
Scars were rather uncommon in the wizarding world as most injuries could be healed immediately and all scars could be vanished except of those caused by special injuries or when a wound stayed untreated for too long.
This monster was creating scars all over his back! Draco had an image before his inner eye of how the Dark Lord would slowly turn his new 'son' with the help of torture and scarring potion into a monster equally hideous as himself. Draco had always felt proud of his looks. Well, my good looks are gone, destroyed just like the rest of me, Draco realised in shock and desperation as he was lying there, gasping for air, the pain slowly receding.
Snape loosened the restraints around his wrists and let him rest for a moment before he helped Draco to his shaking feet, as the muscles all over his body trembled and hardly obeyed his will, to take a fast shower to wash the sweat, blood and excess potion off his body.
Surprisingly the pain of the wounds was gone before Draco had finished his shower. He soon stood in front of the large mirror in his bathroom and turned his head as far as possible to the side while watching his reflection to be able to see his back.
Draco gasped as he saw the destruction on his back. There was a mass of silver lines crisscrossing his back. He looked like somebody who had been severely whipped and left hanging in the dungeon for the welts to heal on their own. Draco stiffled a sob. He would never again willingly undress in front of other people.
Ugh, whom was he kidding, he had no joice in this hellhole. Maybe he could develop any manly feelings for his scars, like them being the sign of a hero in any war. His Lord had called it 'the proud occasion of his first kill'. Maybe he could really be proud of them.
Draco jerked when Lord Voldemort was suddenly standing behind him, eyeing his back, lovingly tracing the scars.
"You are learning so fast, Draco, I´m impressed! Yes, child! You can be proud of these scars!"
There was a warm feeling fluttering in Draco´s stomach. His Lord´s praises so different from the words Lucius had always had for him finally reached Draco´s core.
Maybe he had done well. His Lord seemed to be pleased with him like his father had never been with Draco´s achievements. Maybe these scars were not bad or ugly, as his Lord looked at them appreciatively as if they were the most beautiful thing in the world. Maybe women would even find them sexy.
He had earned these scars. He had killed four men. He, Draco, the coward who always had had problems with fighting with other people, always losing to others, now had been stronger and faster than the others.
Yes, these scars were good for him, showing everybody who saw them that Draco was finally a man, not a boy any longer.
Draco started to smile.
"Thank you, my Lord, for giving me these scars."
Their eyes met in the mirror, red and silver, locked finally in understanding.
The Dark Lord´s head slowly bent down to lick with just the tip of his slightly forked tongue over the scarred skin on his left shoulder blade, his Lord´s hands coming to rest on his arms to hold him in place. Draco closed his eyes and shuddered. His Lord had created him, it certainly was his right to take a taste of his opus. But not more than that, Gods, please, not more than that.
Draco was too confused to know if it was to be good or bad, revulsion or sexual sensation causing him to breath faster as he stared with wide eyes at their reflection in the mirror, his hands forming fists at his sides, his nails digging into his palms.
"Your skin tastes like fear and screams." Hot breath, eating away at his skin like the mist in hell would surely feel like, ghosted over Draco´s neck. A deep breath was taken in, cooling where it was heating before. "And you smell like sin."
A shuddering breath was released next to Draco´s ear making his own to catch in his throat. "Delicious." His Lord whispered.
"Dress now, sweet child, and let us have breakfast in my rooms!" Lord Voldemort let go of his arms, searching for Draco´s eyes in the mirror again, his own glittering crimson, the colour of blood and promised nightmares. The Dark Lord´s face was strangely void of emotion.
His eyes were following his Lord in the mirror, searching for a sign that he was still pleased with him. Had he done something wrong? Was it because his Lord had felt how Draco´s body tensed when he graced him with his tongue?
Draco was not sure why, but he felt a certain cold spreading in his soul when his Lord left the room, his close attention taken from him. Was it fear to have angered his Lord again? Was it disappointment? Draco sent his twin in the mirror an annoyed look. Disappointment in what?
Draco decided that it was not safe to try his Lord´s temper and hastened to put the newly provided trousers and robe back on, leaving the high shining black leatherboots as they looked difficult to buckle and therefore too time-consuming in the present situation. Draco sighed again as he straightened the fine material. And he was looking like a vampire in this strange attire, albeit a very sexy one!
He hastened through the door beside the fireplace in his room, passing through a short passage covered in shadow, lightened by a single candle on a side-table and entered the room on the other end of the passage. Lord Voldemort´s room. Draco cautiously looked around but could not see any remarkable difference between his own room and this room except of the absence of the horse. And his Lord´s bed was slightly larger than his own and draped in black, the bed covered in black silk sheets.
"Do you like my bed, Draco?" Draco blushed. He had not seen the other wizard sitting in a black leather armchair by a small table laid out with a rich breakfast accompanied by tea and coffee.
"It is beautiful, my Lord, the whole place is beautifully furnished." Draco hastened to answer. He undecidedly stood on the spot, uncertain if he should step closer to the breakfast table without being asked to.
"Have a seat, dear child! I wish for you to join me in this meal!" Lord Voldemort stared at him in a very strange way, Draco decided. Goosebumps started to form on his skin. Maybe there was something in the food.
Cautiously he sat down at the table, taking a piece of bakery and started to nibble at it. He warily eyed the food in his hand. No suspicious taste, no pain in his stomach. Maybe it was not poisoned after all.
"Is the food to your liking?" Draco looked up just to realise that his Lord stared straight into his eyes.
Draco had to use his Malfoy training on "how to behave in company" not to avert his eyes.
"It´s very delicious, my Lord, but I´m hardly hungry this morning." Draco calmly stated with all his Malfoy decorum backing him up.
"Have some tea then, or do you prefer coffee?" Eerie smile twisting the lipless mouth.
"I will take coffee, thank you!" Draco´s breath quickened. It made him very nervous to be waited on by his Lord. This was not normal! Why would the Dark Lord himself pour him a cup of coffee? Maybe there was something in the coffee which would have him screaming, crying and writhing within seconds on the unforgiving stone floor! Maybe it was something doing something even worse to him! His Lord´s eyes were holding something in them that Draco had not seen before, making Draco shiver under his gaze.
Draco sipped his coffee, foregoing milk and sugar so that they would not mask any unwelcome ingredient. No unnatural taste on it again.
Voldemort just sat and stared at him, not taking one bite of the food. Was he like the undead, not having need for food and drink? Draco nervously shifted under his Lord´s gaze. There was no conversation breaking the strangely unnerving silence so Draco´s eyes wandered again around the room. Anything if he did not have to look into those eyes again! There was not much to look at in this room though, just a table and some chairs, an old tapestry and the large bed.
"You will come to know this bed much better than your own, Draco!" Lord Voldemort grinned his lipless and therefore unnerving grin again. Was the Dark Lord reading his mind or had Draco unconsciously stared at the bed? Draco blushed, looking down on his plate, breaking the bakery into tiny bits and pieces. Anything was safer than to look at his Lord or his Lord´s bed it seemed.
"Would you not like to know right now what it feels like to lie on this my bed?" There was a promise in these whispered words. Draco´s heart stopped a beat just to start hammering the following second.
Nononono! "If it pleases you my Lord for me to lie on your bed." Draco whispered brokenly.
"It will definitely please me, beautiful child." The light in Voldemort´s eyes intensified until they looked like boiling lava. Draco´s breathing quickened. Gods, no, what had he done!
"Undress, Draco!" Draco slowly got up and undressed.
"I am very pleased with your obedience, Draco! I definitely wish to reward you for your good behaviour today and make this time pleasurable for you without the pain you seem to fear so much."
Draco cautiously looked at Lord Voldemort who shrugged off his robes as well and walked over to his bedside table.
"On the bed, Draco! On hands and knees!" Voldemort now stroked his ugliness again, pouring honey-coloured oil onto his palm, coating himself in it.
Draco´s heart was racing. His face was burning, while he was shaking as if he stood naked outside in the winter. His trembling fingers had a hard time undoing all the buttons on his clothes.
His mind was in turmoil. He did not want to do this. He could refuse, run, attack. Voldemort would be furious and hurt him again, badly hurt him. Maybe he should try to obey. His Lord had promised to make it pleasurable, to be a reward for him, so it could not be as bad as the last time. Whom was he kidding, it had been hell! Better than hell! Not very promising. He almost laughed out loud in despair.
Draco slowly positioned himself on the bed. Hands and knees his Lord had said! The muscles in his stomach were fluttering because of his nervousness. The shaking slowly took over his whole body.
"You are still nervous like a virgin, Draco!" The Dark Lord chuckled and positioned himself behind Draco.
A fleeting touch on his left tigh, a stronger hold now. His Lord´s hand on his skin burning hot and freezing cold the same time.
Draco was biting his lower lip. He would not scream, would not cry, would not move, would not protest, would not...
Hard flesh was parting his buttocks! His breath was stopping, his body tensing.
Draco expected the same tearing, searing pain again, but instead it was just an oiled finger entering him. Panting he tried to relax his entrance as much as possible. He could take this! Snape had done it also to coat him with salve.
Draco´s breath was coming in short gasps by now, his head hanging down, his eyes closed, but when he felt a shock of pleasure deep inside he yelped and his whole body jerked forwards, stopped by a punishing grip on his left hip.
"Relax, Draco!" his Lord whispered.
"I´ll try, my Lord." Draco´s voice was unsteady. Gods, there was this pleasurable feeling moving like lightning through his body again. Did his Lord create it with his moving finger only? The finger was definitely better than to have that giant, ugly thing stuck inside him, Draco decided!
Draco gasped loudly as the current washed through his body again and heat started to pool in his groin rapidly. The finger retreated just to be replaced immediately by two fingers. It was a slightly burning sensation, but the next second it was forgotten as pleasure shook his body again. Draco started to whimper.
"Please, more!" He was ashamed to hear such words unconsciously escaping his mouth. Was it forbidden to ask for anything? Was it allowed?
The fingers retreated and Draco whimpered in loss. He should have known that it was forbidden to ask for pleasure.
"Don´t be so impatient, whelp!" Something large pushed against his entrance.
"Nooo!" Draco whined, the searing pain experienced once again. Please, he did not want this!
"Relax!" Draco tried to relax as much as possible, while Voldemort took his time to push inside.
It hurt but it was not as intolerable as the first time and his Lord had reached around his waist and started to stroke him while he pressed on, almost making him forget the pain.
Draco´s breath was heaving, his heart was pounding. This was better. He could learn to like this. His Lord grabbed onto his hips, starting to move out and in again. Gods, there were these jolts of pure pleasure again. Draco tried to thrust back, he wanted to savour the feeling, make it increase, make it last longer, make it come again.
"Gods...ah...my Lord...please...ah...faster, please...my Lord" This was heaven.
"You are doing well, child...you are so beautiful...I love to be inside you...I will show you what real pleasure is" the Dark Lord whispered while he thrust frantically, all the time sending waves of pleasure through Draco´s body, drowning him.
Draco was almost sobbing by now. "my Lord...my Lord...my Lord" With a wild scream Draco erupted while his Lord was still moving inside him.
Suddenly all strength left Draco and his arms couldn´t support him any longer. His Lord rearranged Draco´s position for his hips to be slightly raised as his legs were spread wide and his forehead rested on his arms. Then his Lord continued moving, still holding Draco´s hips. Draco´s hands clawed the silken bedspread, trying to anchor himself, keep himself from drowning in pleasure.
Draco was frantic with sensations. He had never known such bliss. Forget celibacy! This was what he needed!
He was screaming and sobbing again, but this time not because he could not stand the pain but because the pleasure was almost unbearable.
A second time his body went into convulsions making Draco wail as his Lord stroked him throughout the sensation, the feeling too much to bear, and he felt his Lords body shuddering against his and wetness erupting inside him.
Then it was over and Lord Voldemort was lying on top of Draco, both of them breathing heavily, sweat and other body fluids mingling on their skin.
Draco whined when his Lord retreated from his body to lie down next to him, stroking his sweatsoaked blond hair.
"Thank you, my Lord!" Draco breathed. He would have happily begged for more but he knew it would not be granted by his request but only by his Lord´s will.
The Dark Lord suddenly leaned into him with a strange gleam in his eyes and kissed Draco, trying to get entrance to his mouth.
Draco froze at first. As it was not during the act like the first time he did not really have the wish to kiss the man with the revolting snakeface risking to vomit into his Lord´s mouth, but Draco closed his eyes and opened his mouth with a sigh, still being grateful for the earlier sensations given to him by his Lord.
Lord Voldemort grabbed his wrists and held them with one hand above Draco´s head while his other hand started to roam his body while the forked tongue was tickling his own.
Draco started to pant again as the fire in his groin was rekindled with gentle administrations. Suddenly Lord Voldemort grabbed Draco´s leg lying closest to his Lord and turned it to the other side of Draco´s body, shifting his hip to the side and creeping closer.
The Dark Lord was almost a head taller than Draco although Draco was already tall compared to his agemates. So his Lord could easily hold his wrists above his head, tongue still dominating Draco´s mouth, while his other hand raised the turned leg up and something warm and slimy nudged at Draco´s entrance again.
One fast thrust, Draco´s eyes flew open, and he was filled again, his hands secured above his head, his mouth filled with his Lord´s forked tongue flickering over his own and a hand started to stroke his cock again. His eyes were captured by crimson eyes as his Lord´s body was occupying his own in so many different places. Draco´s eyes were wide open for his Lord, just as the rest of his body, making him perfect in his vulnerability.
Just by allowing his Lord entrance to his mouth he had earned himself another fulfilment of a wish without needing to ask for it. Draco was ready to give his Lord anything and everything he might ever ask from him in the future.
The strange gleam was still there in his Lord´s eyes and Draco wondered what it meant for him except bliss like this.
Tremors started to run through his body, he had lost control over his muscles as the thrusting and stroking continued and all Draco could do again was yelping his bliss into his Lord´s mouth with every harsh thrust. It lasted a long time before Draco screamed his banshee scream again, helplessly convulsing and shaking as he came and Draco savoured every second of it.
This time he blacked out for some seconds only, waking up in his Lord´s embrace, who smiled his eerie smile again and the gleam was still in his eyes as Draco placed his head on his Lord´s chest. The skin of his Lord, although of the greyish white of a corpse, was smooth and warm just like the skin of a snake. The embrace of his Lord was strong and secure.
This is better than hell, this is heaven, was Draco´s last conscious thought before he peacefully fell asleep, the Dark Lord guarding his dreams of being loved and protected.
Coming ahead in the next chapter of Ad Finem - Until The End:
Draco looses control and Snape tries to persuade Draco in a very weird way.
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