Warnings: Contains sexual themes, incest, rape, BDSM, bondage, humiliation, discipline, and slave/master situations. BDSM is not like this since this is BDSM rape. So, don't take this as a real BDSM scene and no flames.
Pansy was walking down the hall of the dungeons deep in thought. She had another nightmare, but this time it was worse than usual; very much so worst than her normal nightmares. It was about her mother raping her. Normally, people would think that it'd be her father raping her, but nope, it's her mother. Her father was, surprisingly, the nicer of the parents. Her mother was the Death Eater and the bitch, the whole nine yards. She raped her, beat her, you name it, she's done it.
Memory:
To herself, Pansy would be having a boring day, but to others they would've considered it an eventful day. For today her mother had beaten her; emotionally and physically. She winced as she shifted her weight on her bed and wished for the hundredth time that she was with Blaise, Draco, or, hell, even at Hogwarts. She sighed as she let her thoughts drift, but soon tensed as she heard the door open. She quickly puts her guard fully back up as she turned to face the intruder of her private sanctuary.
"Pansy, dear, are you coming down for dinner?" Phalicidie, Pansy's mother, asked in a sickly sweet voice as she ignored the cold look her daughter was giving her.
Without her daughter's knowledge Phalicidie had come to a decision. She was going to teach her daughter a lesson. Why? Because her daughter, under the influence of her blood-traitor husband, had started contemplating joining Dumbledore and his group, The Order.
She mentally scoffed.
She was not allowing her legacy turn into a blood-traitor. She thought as her eyes devoured her daughter's toned body.
She was not going to allow her daughter to turn into a traitor like her father even though she looks and acts like him. Even though his looks and actions dominated in her daughter; she would have the one thing that he didn't. Her body.
'I will teach her a lesson that she is mines and no one else's. She will pay for her defiance.' She thought as she smirked.
"Yes. I didn't know it was done. I'll be down in a moment." Pansy said in dismissal as she started to get up.
"Before you do that, Pansy. I want you to do something for me."
Uncertainty and fear flashed across her face before it was quickly replaced by indifference.
She swallowed before she asked as calmly as she could, "What do you want."
She wearily eyed her mother as her mother twirled her wand nonchalantly.
"Imperio. Right now, I want you to undress slowly for me." She grinned as her daughter's body went slack then it obeyed her command.
Pansy was starting to cry as she was begging her mother to stop doing this. Pansy's body, despite her internal wishes, moved to do what her mother said.
Phalicidie magiced a chest to appear in front of her as she hungrily watched her daughter remove her clothes. She grinned when she saw the tears on Pansy's face and ignored her daughter's begging.
"Leave your undergarments on and come here." She said with lust in her voice.
She felt her abdominal muscles clench in desire as she saw that her daughter was dressed in a black lace bra and thong combo.
'I never knew my daughter dressed so… sexy. But, more fun for me!' She thought licking her lips subconsciously.
"Kneel down and open the chest." She grinned in satisfaction as her daughter did that and after her daughter opened it she Wingardium Leviosaed the stuff in the trunk onto a near by empty table.
She smirked as she walked to the table and looked over the items before she picked up one.
It was four strands of leather rope.
"Tie yourself down onto your bed." Pansy took the ropes and tied her feet to the bottom first then got one of her hands partially tied before she wandlessly tied them.
"Good girl, but don't use magic again. Understood?"
Pansy nodded. In her mind she was scared and trying to over ride the curse. She wasn't dumb enough to think that her mother just wanted to beat her. No, Pansy wasn't naive enough to think that her sick mother… no, not mother… that this deranged person wasn't about to use her body and contaminate it. Could she not realize that she was tearing apart Pansy? How could her MOTHER be the one that was tearing her world apart? That she already violated her body, but now, now, she was taking it a huge step further.
She wanted to curl up in a ball and cry. She was scared. She wanted her father there to just run into his arms… he would've protected her. But right now he was probably busy in his office dealing with some things. Her father wouldn't be saving her now. So who would?
Her intellectual side answered, 'No one. You'll have to help your self and stop relying on other people. You have to take a stand.'
'But how?' That's the big question. She doubted that she would be able to break out of her mother's curse.
She started detaching herself more and started slipping more behind a mask of numbness as she watched her mother, no not her mother, Phalicidie remove her clothes.
Phalicidie 'seductively' approached her daughter as she crawled on top of her to straddle her.
She leaned down and suckled her neck as she increased the pressure. She left kisses and bruises in her wake as she slowly made her way down. Phalicidie frowned when she wasn't hearing anything from the hot girl beneath her since she had forgotten that this is her daughter.
She glanced up to see a blank look on Pansy's face and her eyes detached.
'She's supposed to be begging me to continue. Damn it. Wait.' She smirked as she thought of an ancient, dark spell.
She removed the imperious curse then whispered in her daughter's ear, "Connubialis mancipium." (Sexual slave)
She noticed the change as Pansy's eyes darkened in lust and her body took on a more eager stance.
Phalicidie bit down harshly on her daughter's nipple through her bra and inwardly smirked as Pansy arched off the bed and let out a gasp.
"Good girl. Tell me. Have you been a good girl?"
"No, Mistress. I've been a very bad girl."
"Oh really, and what do you think should happen to you for being a bad girl?"
"I need to be taught a lesson, Mistress."
"I agree, Slave." Phalicidie said as she got off the bed and went to the table.
Pansy inwardly was cringing and panicking.
'Why couldn't she just rape me? Why does she have to make my body like it? Humiliate me?' She thought in disgust. There wasn't anything that she could do. With the imperious curse she could've broken free, but with this one… It had no weaknesses. This spell has been used in the past for sex slaves that were unwilling. She hated the desire that the spell caused and how submissive that it caused you to be.
DGB
Phalicidie had blindfolded Pansy and put on some relatively tight nipple pinchers as she laid there inwardly watching in disgust. The spell was causing her to become aroused to what her 'Mistress' was doing.
Pansy heard a swish of movement in the air before she gasped out in pain and desire as a moose hide flogger left angry red marks on her stomach.
"Do you like that?"
"Yes, Mistress."
"Do you want more?"
"I'll take everything that you give me, Mistress, gladly; for I deserve it." Pansy was too far removed into herself to know what was happening on the surface.
"Good slave." Another hit landed on her stomach with five more. Shuffling was heard before she was slapped by a leather gloved hand. The hand slowly traveled downwards leaving a tingling feeling as it was dragged, surprisingly, softly on her body.
"I am going to untie you and when I do I want you to get off the bed and position yourself so that you are on your hands and knees. Your face should be touching the ground and your ass in the air, understood slut?"
"Yes, Mistress." Pansy's body was then untied with the nipple pinchers taken off and she was on the floor in the correct position.
"Good, Slut. Now, what do you want?"
"I want whatever my Mistress wants."
"Good, Slave." Phalicidie said as she grinned wickedly and brought down a leather with metal flogger. Pansy screamed in pain and Phalicidie smirked as she brought it back down onto Pansy's arse as Pansy screamed again.
"Did I give you permission to scream?"
"No, Mistress."
"That's correct and until I give you permission you are not to scream or make a sound, understood."
"Yes, Mistress." And Pansy quickly bit her lip to keep from screaming as that bitch brought it back down.
"What did I say? I told you not to make a sound. You need to be punished for disobeying your Mistress like that; don't you agree."
Pansy nodded her head.
"Good, Slut. Now, your punishment is 15 lashes with this flogger and then 20 lashes with another instrument of my choice. Any sound you make will add on five more lashes." Phalicidie said in a commanding voice daring her slave to defy her. She immediately brought down the flogger onto her slave's lush ass and smirked in satisfaction as her slave was silent and that new lines of blood and welts were being formed.
"You've been a bad girl. Do you know that? I wasn't planning on punishing you, but you defied my orders. I don't mind punishing you, but I was hoping that we could put it off for later. Now take it like the whore that you are, bitch." She said as she rapidly started flogging her slave.
Pansy nodded her head and clenched her hands together as she fought not to make a sound. On the 4th hit Pansy whimpered and hoped that her Mistress hadn't heard it.
"Five more are added to your 15, Slut." She said in satisfaction as she continued to flog her partner's arse moving up a little to the hips.
Pansy kept a mental count of how many lashes that she was receiving to focus on something else. She whimpered 4 more times and screamed at the last hit which caused her to have a total of 40 lashes. Her tears had soaked through the blind fold and had already started soaking the floor. Her lip was split with blood pouring out of multiple spots. Pansy could smell the blood in the air and she hoped that the wounds were not that gruesome.
Pansy's body relaxed when her Mistress told her that she was done, but immediately regretted it when she heard her Mistress' dark laughter.
"Slut, you didn't think that I was already finished with your whole punishment did you?"
Pansy shook her head and her eyes watered more.
"Good. Turn onto your back with your hands clasped above your head and your legs spread as wide as you can get them."
Pansy did as she was told and winced at every movement that she made due to the marks on her ass and lower hips. She felt her hands be tied together and stretched farther so that they were taunt and in an uncomfortable position. Her legs were spread then to almost a breaking point and she was happy that everyday she did stretches so that her body would be prepared for Quidditch games and practices. She felt spread out and exposed lying there in that position. Not to mention on how uncomfortable it was since there was no room to squirm and she was lying on her wounded lower torso.
Pansy heard the flogger that had just been used being set down and then a scrape of another toy being picked up.
"You may use your voice until I tell you differently."
"Yes, Mistress." Pansy was curious on why she was allowing her to use her voice now. That question was quickly answered when she felt the sharp pain of a dragon hide whip (AN: I know that this isn't a real type of wipe, but just imagine that it is a combination of a thud pain and a stingy pain… worst than moose hide which is a thud-ish pain).
Pansy mentally winced as she thought of the properties of dragon hide.
'Ok. It burns when being hit. The wounds cannot be healed except naturally; when the wounds are naturally healing it takes 3 times longer for it to heal. If you bleed your blood will be tainted by the magic in the dragon hide and you will be unable to use magic for a while. I'll have to research more about it. Hopefully I can find a way to use magic and heal quicker. Damn it… I'm so screwed.' Pansy thought as she ignored the pain and just drifted into herself.
'It's so nice here. The spell will control my body so I don't have to do anything. I wonder what would happen if I explored my mind. I haven't meditated in God knows when. Hmmm… meditating in this situation…it might help.' Pansy mentally let out a morbid slightly deranged laugh as she mentally started to relax.
As Pansy completely ignored what was happening on the surface of her body she would find after all this that this incident would be the changing point of her life.
Phalicidie would've noticed that Pansy wasn't screaming or even moving for that matter if she hadn't been so caught up in her lust. And as Pansy concluded the body did everything that was needed to be done.
Phalicidie let her eyes roam over Pansy's body as she set the whip down.
'Now it's time for the real fun.' She thought as she chuckled darkly. She didn't pay attention to how much her slave's body must hurt nor the amount of blood that was staining the wood floors and the dark green carpets.
She waved her hand and watched in satisfaction as a dildo roughly penetrated her slave's virgin opening.
Pansy's body whimpered in pain as her hymen was torn, but otherwise stayed quiet as she was being raped by a piece of rubber.
"Enjoy it slave. Do you like this?"
"I like what ever my Mistress gives me for I deserve it."
"Good slave." Phalicidie thought as she watched her slave's body trying to arch up more, but couldn't due to the tight restraints.
"You will not cum until I tell you to, understood?"
"Yes, Mistress." Pansy's body gasped out.
Phalicidie was getting turned on as she lounged back in a padded arm chair watching her slave being fucked by a dildo. One of her hands was foundling her nipple as the other skimped downward and slid two fingers in to her vagina as she used her thumb to stimulate her clit.
She never took her eyes off of her partner's body as she threw her head back and watched out of lowered eyes.
The pleasure soon built up to be too much as she did a last thrust and her body stilled as she screamed in pleasure.
'Fuck… that was good. Even though I did it myself it was almost as good as when my husband does it.' She thought as she closed her eyes for a moment and then re-opened them to watch the withering form of her slave that was being denied release.
Pansy's body was in pleasurable agony. She was so close to that point yet the spell kept her from reaching it. It was painful to be restrained to that point, but at the same time it made her body more horny knowing that it couldn't let go with out her Mistress' command.
Phalicidie was feeling aroused again as she saw the glistening slightly tanned skin of Pansy's body. Pansy was gasping in pleasure and her wrists and ankles were red from rope burn.
Phalicidie distractedly noticed the blood on her body and the welts and she lazily grinned in satisfaction. She waved her hand and the dildo was removed and thrust into her slave's mouth.
Pansy was relieved when the dildo was removed, but almost choked as it occupied her mouth and slid in deep.
"Suck on it, Slave." Phalicidie commanded as she leaned back more to watch the show as she ignored her aroused body.
She groaned in pleasure as she watched her slut get mouth fucked. She was turn on how Pansy took it like the whore that she is.
She raised her eye-brow when she saw the tip of Pansy's tongue follow the dildo out and circle around the tip and then retreat when it came back down.
She waved her hand and the dildo was removed, sterilely cleaned, and back on the table. She again waved her hand and the blind-fold along with the ropes was removed, cleaned, and back on the table too.
"Come here, Slut." She hungrily watched as Pansy's body seductively crawled towards her mistress and when she reached her she sat back on her arse with her legs under her.
"Good girl. Now, you are to eat me out until I tell you to stop and you cannot make a noise. You are allowed use of your hands."
Phalicidie's legs were spread and hanging over the chair's arm rests as she tilted her hips up and leaned back with her hands gripping her thighs.
"Fuck how did you get this good at this?" She gasped out as Pansy used two fingers to finger fuck her Mistress as she sucked on the clit and gently bit down on it.
End Memory.
Stumbling backwards, Pansy looked around for what had mercifully dragged her from her memories, only to see it was Draco Malfoy.
DGB
A/N: Alright, I do apologize for the VERY late chapter, but here it is, nonetheless. I would like to thank Valkyrie Goll – Battle Cry for helping me with the memory, and also Mrs. T Felton for helping me with the ending and taking a look at the chapter at large or well, in general. But anyway, I am still in need of a Beta, so if you're good with tenses and grammar, and plot thickening, then please let me know as I am desperate lol. Review! You know you wanna :)