Path to Submission Chapter5: Konstantina's New Toy
A/N: Same as always. Nope, I do not own Scabior(or anything from Harry Potter). If I did own him…I sure wouldn't be here writing this, now would I? No, I'd be playing with MY new toy. Everything else I do own. And, you know the drill…I'll snatch your butt off the planet…
Songs for this chapter: "Dirty Dog" and "Bad Trash"-Switchblade Symphony
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Halfway between what he knew to be another Snatcher camp, and a small grove of trees, his Mistress stopped once more. She still held onto the scarf tightly, every now and again, giving it a hard, rough yank. With each one, he was becoming more and more aroused.
"Stop this!" His mind screamed, but to no avail. He was finding it far too difficult to resist her and her severe treatment of him.
Still, Scabior's mind kept up the incessant screaming. And still, he ignored it.
Konstantina turned and looked him over briefly, grinned and turned back to her intensive study of the surrounding trees. She seemed to be waiting for something…
Or, someone.
After a long moment, he caught sight of a dark shadow moving towards them from the vicinity of the camp. As they drew level with Scabior and his Mistress, the air wavered slightly, and he knew they had passed beyond the camp's protective barriers.
The voice inside his head let out a howl of protest.
"If you go beyond those magical barriers…you'll never come back."
Once more, Scabior ignored it.
He watched his Mistress in respectful silence as the new arrival came to a halt in front of them. He stared at them.
Another female. A girl. No, that wasn't right. She was a woman. He continued to stare at this female as if he had never seen one before. Well, not like this one I 'aven't.
Konstantina leaned forward towards the other woman, kissed her on both cheeks and hugged her slightly. When she pulled away, she yanked on the scarf, tugging him closer. She smiled slowly.
"Meegan, I would like you to meet Scabior." She jerked the scarf hard, causing him to gag. "My new toy."
The woman stared at him, nodded and turned back to Konstantina.
"Another new toy? So soon after…"
Konstantina glared at her.
"We need not discuss him any longer. He is no longer here therefore he cannot be a toy to me." She murmured under her breathe. "Besides, isn't this one so much better looking?"
Meegan nodded again. From the look on her face, Scabior had the feeling she wouldn't have cared what he looked like. She sneered coldly at him.
"Of course, Konstantina." She motioned to Scabior. "What are you planning on doing with him?"
"Breaking him, as is usual." Another hard yank on the scarf sent him to his knees. "Keep him for myself…a servant…"
"Slave." Meegan remarked acidly.
Konstantina laughed.
"Yes, a slave." She looked down at him for a moment. Her fingers stroked the top of his head lightly sending shivers through him.
Meegan stepped closer, nudging his leg with her boot. He didn't move, nor did he looked up at her. He was silent and obedient. He knew better than to acknowledge her in any way…not until his Mistress told him to.
"He obeys so far, Konstantina. Been teaching him on the way here, or did he come to you like that?" She laughed, and nudged his leg again.
Konstantina smirked.
"I've been teaching him his first lessons in obedience on the way here, though it has been a bit trying at times."
To punctuate this, she twisted the scarf and jerked on it. Scabior's eyes widen as the pressure on his neck increased. He gagged as the scarf choked him.
Meegan shook her head and reached out to take the scarf from Konstantina. To Scabior's surprise, and utter dismay, his Mistress released it into the other woman's hand, and walked towards the barriers of the camp.
"Konstantina?" Meegan tugged on the twisted scarf, causing him to gag again.
She turned and looked back at them.
"Yes?"
Meegan nudged his leg again.
"What am I to do with your new.." She looked down at him icily. "…pet?"
Konstantina grinned.
"Feed and water him, I suppose. Put him in the tent next to mind afterwards…if I have need of him tonight, I will go to him there."
Meegan snickered at this.
"Besides feeding and watering your new toy?"
Konstantina shrugged absently.
"You may do with him as you see fit." She ignored the horrified look on Scabior's face. "However, please do see to it that whatever virtue he has left, is still there when you put him to bed for the night. I want to keep him longer than the other one."
Meegan shifted her weight to her other foot, glanced down at him again, and smiled.
"Yes, of course…"
"And Meegan?"
"What?"
"Whatever you do to him, I want to see absolutely no evidence of it on him."
"There won't be, sis."
Scabior wasn't sure if he had heard this correctly. His minds voice' was screaming louder now.
"Don't let them do this! You're a Snatcher! You can get out of this! Think!"
Scabior, as had become his habit lately, simply ignored the voice. It wasn't saying anything he wanted to hear, anyway.
Konstantina stood at the edge of the magical barrier to the camp, glanced at her new favourite toy…her pet..nodded at Meegan and stepped through the barrier. The air wavered for only a second.
Scabior felt an emptiness he had never experienced before. The longing for her…the craving…needing and wanting grew as he watched her move towards the camp…
And further away from him.
He strained on the scarf, a soft docile whimper leaving his lips before he could stop it.
Meegan looked down at him in disgust. Whereas before, she had merely nudged him with her boot, she drew her foot back and kicked him hard in the side. He fell over onto his other side, eyes watering with pain. Another whimper issued from his lips.
Meegan crouched down beside his head, grabbed a handful of his dark hair, and yanked his head up so she could look him full in the face.
"Scabior is it? Yes, that is what my sister called you…" She studied him before continuing. "You are a handsome one…Willow certainly knew how to pick her male lovers. Thankfully, my sister has excellent taste."
She laughed and tightened her grip in his hair. He moaned softly.
"Not to worry, dog…I won't hurt you…much." She snickered as his eyes widened in horror. "Just enough to amuse myself, and to teach you a few lessons."
Scabior's mouth was dry as wood…he kept trying to plead…to beg…for Konstantina…but nothing was coming out.
Meegan stood up, looked at him in utter disgust again, and aimed a well placed kick at his side again. Than a second, a third, a fourth…she kicked him until she lost count. She sneered at him with contempt.
"I've heard so much about you…how horrible you are…how cruel, vicious and violent…and yet…" She kicked him a few more times. "Here you are! Beaten down like the dirty little dog you are. Not so great now, are you?"
Scabior lay there looking up at her through blurry vision. Tears streamed down his face, falling into his hair, onto the ground…and all the while, that voice raged inside his head.
"What a fool you are! Get up! Don't just lie here and take this from this woman!"
He ignored it.
"Not going to saying anything? I heard you had a foul little mouth on you…and yet all I hear coming from it, are whimpers and crying…" She sneered at him. "I see why Konstantina snatched you. You will be very easy to break down."
Scabior pushed himself further away from her, looking towards the camp hopefully…wishing Konstantina would get her guard off of him.
Meegan caught him looking, and laughed loudly.
"Do you keep hoping your Mistress comes to save you?"
Scabior stared at her, nodding slightly.
"Well, she won't tonight. You are my toy for the evening…"
He didn't much like the sound of that. He didn't want to be her toy…he wanted…
The throbbing in his pants began again.
"Konstantina…" It came out as a whimper.
Meegan reached out and grabbed another fistful of his hair. She snarled coldly at him.
"Konstantina will not hear your whimpers, your cries, your pleading…not tonight she won't. Well…" Meegan smiled at him darkly. "She'll hear them, but she won't come to comfort you, or to save you. It's not in her nature to do so on her new pet's first night."
"Please…" Another whimper.
Scabior cringed slightly as she stepped towards him. When she was less than a step away, he caught site of something dangling from her hand.
A whip.
His grey-blue eyes widened in something he never felt. It made his heart hammer in his chest. It made his mouth dry up again.
He was afraid for the first time in his life.
Again, he looked towards the camp. Again, the soft whimper of his Mistress' name.
And knowing, she wouldn't come to save him.
Meegan was now standing over him, the cat o' nail tails dangling dangerously from her hand, its glass tips glinting in the light of the moon above.
Scabior's stomach lurched and yet another whimper rose in his throat. He stared up at her helplessly.
She smiled slowly and sadistically.
"What should your first lesson be? Hm, Scabior?" She snickered when he didn't answer. She seemed to be lost in momentary thought. After a second, a cold and sadistic look crept over her face. She pushed back a lock of blonde hair, and laughed.
"Oh, I know! Yes, I do believe you'll love this first lesson!" She dangled the glass-tipped whip in his face briefly. "I think you'll enjoy this, Scabior…I really do."
"Please…I'll behave…" He pleaded earnestly, yet knowing it didn't matter.
"You better fucking believe you'll behave. But this lesson…no this isn't to see if you'll behave. Oh no, this one is to see just how wonderfully you can scream…"
The glass tipped cat o' nail tails had been dangling in his face…
He felt it long before he heard it.
The pain ripped through him like white-hot knives slicing his skin.
"Scream." The voice in his head prompted.
This time, he listened.
He screamed.
"You can do better!"
The pain came again and again. He screamed. Again and again.
Meegan continued her assault on him with the glass-tipped whip. Only stopping, when blood ran in rivulets down his body…Only when he lay bleeding and broken on the ground at her feet, did she finally stop for good.
"Scabior, really! I was hoping for more of a fight from you! No matter, I'll get one soon enough." She yanked him to his feet, and began pushing him towards the camp's barriers. Once there, she shoved him through, came through after him, grabbed the scarf and drug him off towards a small tent at the edge of the clearing. As they passed a much larger one, he caught his Mistress' scent…
The whimper rose in his throat again, and he fought the urge to simply run towards the scent…if he did, he would die. He knew that for certain.
Meegan shoved him forward into the small tent. He landed in a heap on the cold ground.
"There you go, home sweet home!" She marched in, grabbing several blankets from a table nearby, and throwing them at him.
There was no cot.
"Where am I do sleep?" His throat was sore and his voice hoarse. He hated the sound of it.
Meegan snickered.
"Where do you sleep? On the floor, like any good dog would!" She threw back her head and laughed hatefully. "The only time you will sleep in a bed, will be when you are pleasuring Konstantina." Her eyes narrowed to slits, and she glared at him.
"You, Scabior, are her new toy. Her new pet. Therefore, you will be treated as such. Like an animal…a dog…a beast of burden." She dropped a jug of water on the ground next to him. Fortunately, only a small amount spilled.
He grabbed it and drank the water down in one gulp. When he finished, he sat back and stared hard at Meegan. The pain from his wounds seemingly forgotten.
"You'll be good as new in the morning, which is when she'll come back for you. But, until then…" Meegan moved towards the open flap of the tent and jeered at him mockingly.
Scabior stared wearily up at her, wishing she'd just leave him alone.
She murmured softly, and the tent was plunged into darkness. He heard her laugh as she left the tent.
"Sweet dreams, Scabior."