Chapter 6 – The Bed Chamber
Serena was scared. Never in her life had she thought that her work for the Order would have failed so drastically. She had heard the cries of Harry and Hermione as they were drug past the bedchamber door, going to somewhere more sinister. She wondered how she was going to survive what was going to happen to her. Wondering if he would just take her physically, or try to own her soul and mind as well, she shuddered at the thought. Quickly she started building up mental barriers, hoping that her feeble excuse for Occlumency that she learned in her American school would hold true. Her wand had been taken when she had gotten the job at the Malfoy's, so she had no comfort there. Looking around the bedchamber, she saw nothing she could hide behind, nothing she could defend herself with. All was perfectly set up for what was obviously supposed to be a seduction of the highest sort.

The bed in the center of the room was clothed in black velvet. The pillows shimmered with a red silk covering, and the carpet was a plush black fur. A fire roared in the grate, barely warming the chilled room. Far above, candles flickered, providing light to the scene. Looking carefully at the bed, Serena saw shackles for the wrists, a whip laying on the side table, and various other instruments of painful pleasure. Surely the Dark Lord didn't indulge in human lusts regularly.

Serena heard a chuckle behind her. Tensing, she turned slowly. Standing there was the Dark Lord. Clothed in an ominous black robe, and barefeet. His skin was deathly pale, his fingers long and graceful. She avoided looking at the man's eyes and face, but knew that the snake like features, complete with bifurcated tongue, were looking lustfully at her.

"Do you like the bed chamber my dear?" he asked, gesturing to the plush bed, the large fireplace, and the plush rug.

Shivering, Serena looked at him defiantly, meeting his cold hard stare for the first time.

"I understand that the Order is beaten. Do with me what you will, Lord Voldemort, but as far as I am concerned, I might as well be dead." She stood up to her full height.

Before she could think, the Dark Lord had her pinned against the wall. A hand clutched around her throat, not hard enough to totally cut off her air, but with enough pressure to show that he was indeed the one in control.

"Why," he brought his lips to her cheek, and licked the side of her face , "would I want the daughter of Bellatrix Lestrange, and my prize, to be dead? Hmmm?"

His snake like features being so close to her, made Serena shudder in disgust. She felt a stinging slap across her cheek, then lips crushing hers and a tongue forcing it's way into her mouth. Struggling, she fought vainly to push him off of her. When he finally let her go, she was weak with want of a breath, and light headed. She could barely fight when he picked her up and laid her roughly on the bed. Weakly struggling as she felt him slide her wrists into the shackles, she knew in her gut that he would have his way until he broke her spirit.

The Dark Lord made short work of Serena's tattered dress, removing it with a quick spell from his wand. He looked at her hungrily. Rarely had he indulged in the carnal pleasures of the human form. He was determined to enjoy this, however. Slowly he climbed onto the bed, straddling the young woman, the center of his desire.

Serena squirmed under the weight of the Dark Lord. She felt his eyes raking her body, felt his erection through his robes. Determined not to scream, she looked up into the horrible eyes of Voldemort.

"I hate you, you will never own my mind, or my spirit!" She spit at him.

"We will see little one." She suddenly felt him probe her mind. The defenses she had put up crumbled like so much cookie crumbs. Every memory she had, every intimate thought, every thing that she held dear was ripped out of her mind. He made himself her whole mind, assaulting her senses with the most erotic thoughts she had ever imagined. Scenes of her and him together assaulted her. She felt his lips on her, kissing from her lips, down her neck. He magiked her bra off and proceded to fondle and kiss her breasts.

Serena moaned, with a mix of pleasure and disgust. Her body was responding to the erotic visions in her mind, to the gentle touches on her body by the Dark Lord. Her back arched as Voldemort ran his hands over her flat stomach.

"Such perfect skin, such a perfect figure. I will make you mine, you will worship me, beg me to finish." He whispered in her ear.

Serena was whimpering. She wanted to stop the touching, disgusted at herself for feeling the arousal that was engulfing her. Wanted to beg him to give her release, some way.

She felt his lips on her again, leaving a trail of kisses where his hands had graced before. Soon her knickers were off, and he was bringing her to the brink of insanity. Deftly using his graceful fingers to trail to her nether regions, then, when she was about to climax, bringing her away from the peak over, and over again.

Serena was begging. She wanted a release, felt that she would die if it did not come.

"Will you be mine forever?" Voldemort tortured her with the slow movements of his fingers.

Collapsing into tears, Serena relented. Giving herself totally to the Dark Lord, she accepted her fate. Suddenly, Voldemort was undressed as well, and Serena gasped when she saw how endowed he was. When he finally entered her, she cried out in pain. Not giving her time to adjust, lust took over him.

Over and over he took her that night, not relenting until he was sure that he had left his mark on her. When he finally felt that she had been properly 'broken in', he rose from the bed. As a final mark, and humiliation for her, he placed the tip of his wand on the top of her left breast.

"My loyal death eaters receive the Dark Mark to show the world that they are my servants. This mark is on their left forearm, a place that is very hard to cover. You, however, are something more special."

A seering pain ran through Serena. Screaming, she struggled, trying to get away from the wand that was causing the pain. When the pain stopped, there was a small dark mark, red, and glaring, on her breast. It slowly turned black. The Dark Lord looked down at her and smiled. With a wave of his wand, he released her wrists.

"Get dressed, I will have food sent for you. You are safe here, but I have other work for you to do soon" With another wave of his wand, a black dress and robes appeared at the foot of the bed. Gesturing to a door in the wall, he informed her that she was free to bathe as needed, and then apparated out of the room.