The God Daughter
By Dog-Demon-Emiko
Chapter 11: The Dullest Eyes
(WARNING: The rating on this fanfic is M for a reason, and the genres are Angst and Drama for a reaon. Humiliation and rape consist in this chapter. If you don't want to read it then skip the whole chapter. You have been warned.)
Kyra couldn't help the feelings inside her. She was hot, so burning hot all of the sudden. All of her strength and reason had been sucked out of her, leaving her to be a writhing mess of desire. Her robe had been removed, and her hands had been tied above her head. She felt as if she couldn't get enough air, like each hot breath she took disapperated before it reached her aching lungs. She could do nothing to supress it, nothing.
Voldemort took pleasure in watching her beg and plead for someone to help her with her unknown desire. He could almost feel the throbbing in her core just by sitting in between her legs. Oh how he wanted her now, but he felt that dragging it out would be much more appropriate. The potion he gave her increased her fertility sevenfold, that way it would only take one time for her to get pregnant. But the catch was, once an egg was fertilized then the potion would were off, meaning he would have one very unhappy teen once he came.
He touched the dark mark on his arm first, having an epifony. Numourus cracks sounded throughout the room, to Kyra the sound was unbearable. She was so sensitive to everything at the moment she wanted to scream. But apart of her mind still had the will to fight, and refused to make any sound.
"I wanted to welcome you all to the moment I have been waiting for for a very long time now. This," he pointed at the writhing girl on the wave of cusions "is dearest Kyra. Tell my subjects hello Kyra," he reached out and squeezed her nipple, causing her to moan loudly. Her face burned red with humiliation. Not only was he going to defile her but he was going to make her into some kind of whore. "I wanted you all to witness her marking as it is tradition here," he smiled. With strength that a man his age shouldn't have had, he flipped her over and used the tip of his wand to slice the small silk dress from the top to the small of her back.
He muttered something unclear to the people around him and watched his wand tip glow red. He touched it to the flawless skin of her back, making her struggle. He put a hand on the back of her neck and slowly but carefully drew his symbol over her entire back. Kyra was in tears by the time he was done and he didn't care. The room clapped and cheered at her branding making Voldemort smile.
"Now go," he commanded, a sick gleam in his eye. "And soon, my successor shall be concived." At the end of those words the room was empited once agian all for Voldemort and Kyra.
Voldemort wasted no time in ripping off the rest of her clothes and devouring her lips. Tears streamed from her eyes as she knew that her body was going to betray her. Voldemort was kissing her with a vengence, so much that her lip bled. He sucked on her lip, taking pleasure in her blood. He kissed further down between the valley of her breasts and used his hands to pleasure the mounds of flesh. She bit her bottom lip to prevent noise from escaping but she couldn't help the purr-like noise her throat emmited.
Voldemort smiled at her obvious resistance. "Not to defient now are we?" he smirked, going to kiss her lips agian. Firing up, she opened her mouth at the last second and bit his bottom lip, hard. He screamed in pain and pulled his face away. A large rough hand connected with her face, making her turn to the side and develop an instant headace. "You will learn your place!" he growled at her, and ground his aching pelvis into hers. He loved the way fear crept into her eyes when he did it.
His hands traveled down her belly and to a place where Kyra always longed that the man she loved would touch her. She tried to kick her feet, to make him go away, but the potion still had hold over her body and wasn't letting go. His hands messaged her curls with slow circular motions that made her wet. Her hips moved with his hands after a minute, no longer able to control herself. She yelped as he inserted a finger, using his thumb to message a tiny nub. A loud moan escaped her throat as he used his other hand to message her breasts.
Something was building up inside her, like a gaizer waiting for the right moment to blow. She found that she couldn't help herself, she wanted the end to come. Something told her that the pressure was good and that it had to come. Suddenly, the minstrations stopped, and Kyra realized that she had been arching her back away from the floor the whole time. Embrassarsed and fustrated, she dropped her back to the bed and opened her eyes. Voldemort had discarded his pants, shamelessly revealing himself to her. She looked straight into his face, making him smirk and move closer to kneel by her head.
"Take it in your mouth," he commanded huskily. She continued to look into his face with all the defienace that she could muster. Temper getting the better of him, he rammed two fingers into her entrance, causing her to scream loudly. Swiftly he took them out, and she couldn't help but to cry. It hurt so badly, so very badly. "Your master gave you an order!" he hissed. He poised his finger to do it again, letting her see the drops of blood on them, her blood. He was going to rip her to shreds.
Without warning he sat on her chest, his balls cradled by her breasts, and grabbed the back of her head. She nearly gagged when he shoved her on his length. It wasn't that he was thick, he was long, much like a snake. He bobbed her head back and forth without a care and soon enough shot his load into her mouth. She cried, she couldn't help it. He was breaking her slowly and was doing it well. Pain she could take, but defiling her like this?
She was forced to do it over and over, and the worst part was that apart of her was enjoying it. She could feel the wetness between her legs, it was dripping from her. Her nipples were swollen from their treatment, and her body had bruises from her defiance which would be petty things like looking away or closing her eyes. She felt she had no strength left, and the will to fight was less and less with every load he shot off. Her face and chest was covered with his seed, but the lot of it was in her stomace. To build up his erection he fingered her shamelessly, making her orgasm twice. Her body was spent and her mind was tired. But the pain was yet to come.
He flipped her over on her hands and knees and aligned himself with her entrance. Tears leaked from her eyes and dropped to the pillows below her. Her body was still fertile and was still making her want things that she shouldn't want for a few years.
"I want you to remeber this moment bitch," Voldemort told her "remeber this moment as you submitted to me as your master!" With that he seathed himself inside her, tearing her virginity without a care in the world. The pain was like nothing she ever felt before in her life. She would rather have her nails ripped from her fingers and her teeth drilled in then feel this. She was being torn from the inside out and apart of her liked it. Apart of her liked that he was hitting something inside of her, making the pain turn to pleasure for just a split second. Something liked the fact that her breasts rocked with every thrust he made and that his nails dug into her hips.
The pain did not pass, it attacked her as she fell over the edge of that forsaken cliff, Voldemort falling right after her. Her world turned black as the Dark Lord fell on top of her, spent. Her life was no longer hers at the moment, nope, now she harbored the life of the man destined to take over the world.
Note: I did not write this chapter, I suck at these kinds of things. The writer wishes to remain anonamous.
I am taking a break for a bit...I'm kind of going through a tough time right now and writing this story will only make my mind darker then it is. The earliest I'll have something else done is within 2 weeks. Maybe if I get some reviews it'll be sooner, I don't think anymore then 5 people are reading this story anyway...