Punishment and Play

Title:Punishment and Play
Status 10/11
Author: cathankitten
Email: cathanthekitten@yahoo.co.uk
Rating: NC-17
Pairings:Dad/son Dad/son/professor ???/???
Spoilers: none
Warnings: ped | inc | anal | oral | rim | cd | nc | death
Disclaimer:This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling, No money is being made and no copyright or trademarkinfringement is intended.:
Beta: Hyperbole
Notes: I wrote this fic forinceincest fic challenge, and an anonymous character challenge. This means that none of the characters will be named, so you will have to just guess who they are suppose to be. I also didn\'t give the age of the son, so you will just have to use your imagination.

I do not personally condone incest with children or any sexual relationships between underage children and any adults. Now consensual incest between adults in another story. I say go at it.

Each chapter will be from one of the characters view points. Some chapters will be alot longer then the others.

Chapter Ten: A Father\'s POV.

Warning!! This part of the story contains a character\'s death, and it is told in graphic detail. If you can\'t stomach it then skip this chapter...

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My lover told me to come to his manor because my son hurt himself. He didn\'t tell me how or why just to come as soon as I could. I arrived and headed straight for my son. I didn\'t know what to expect, but I was never thought I would see what I am seeing right now. My son is laying on the bed with bruises, and scrape marks all over him. There is a small vial of healing potion, and it looks like he has used some.

\"Son,\" I say to him, as I come into the room. He looks up at me with those beautiful eyes of his. They are full of sorrow, and shame.

\"Sorry, daddy,\" he cries out, and turns his head away from me.

\"Sorry for what?\" I ask him, and try to pull him towards me, but he jerks away.

\"What wrong? \" I ask.

\"I hurt myself,\" he cries out.

\"Why...why did you hurt yourself dearest one?\" I ask him,\"What could have caused my precious one to hurt himself so?\"

\"I am dirty, and sick, Daddy,\" he cries into his pillow.

\"Who told you this? Tell me! \" I demand.

\"You are going to be sent away now Daddy,\" he cries

\"No darling Daddy isn\'t going anywhere,\" I tell him, and try to hug him.

\"No don\'t touch me!!\" He screams at me, and jumps back on the bed.

I look at my son in shock. He looks like he\'s in a daze and starts rambling on about how he isn\'t worthy of me anymore, and that I shouldn\'t touch him, because he\'s unclean.

\'Why did he do this to himself? Is it my fault? Is he ashamed of what we did now?\' I think to myself and am at a loss as what to say to him.

\"Can I speak to you for a moment?\" my lover asks, from the doorway.

\"I\'ll be right back,\" I tell my son, and move towards the door.

\"What is wrong with him?\" I growl out at my lover.

\"I think his mother did something to him.\" he informs me.

\"What??!!\" I snapped. \"That bitch!\"

\"I came up to his room earlier to give him the lotion as you said. When I came into the room he was naked, and was fully healed. I touched him, and he acted as though he was hurt so I cast a spell to remove any concealing charms he had on himself and he was covered in scrapes, cuts and bruises. I used some healing potions on him and asked him what happened.\"

\"What happened?\"

\"He said he did it to myself. I thought it was because of what happened at school so I told him that you weren\'t ashamed of him. He went ballistic and started babbling on. He mentioned his mother, and then freaked. Said he didn\'t mean to say that and I had to give him a calming potion. I didn\'t know what happened, but I am sure she had something to do with it.\"

\"Will you stay here while I talk with him?\" I ask him.

\"I will be right here if you need me.\" he replies.

\"Daddy... no good for Daddy. All bad now, all bad now. Daddy be sent away, good for nothing now, good for nothing,\" my son says.

\"Precious, what happened? Tell Daddy please!\" I plead.

My son snaps his head up and screams at me. He starts clawing at his skin again. I quickly restrain him, and he is given calming potionin. in. I pull him onto my lap again, and rock him.

\"Shhh, tell me what happened. I won\'t hurt you I promise. I love you and nothing will change that,\" I tell him.

\"I\'m just a sex toy,\" he tells me.

\"What? No, no, you are my love, most precious thing in the world to me! You are not a sex toy.\"

\"Yes, sex toy, ruined and dirty.\"

\"Who told you that?\" I ask him.

\"No one. I told myself that,\" he says.

\"Please don\'t lie to me darling. You know we don\'t lie to each other.\"

\"You hate me now?\" he asks me.

\"No I don\'t hate you. Please tell me why you are hurting yourself so. You are too sweet and beautiful to hurt yourself like this.\"

\"Mummy said she\'d send you away. I didn\'t mean it to happen. I didn\'t mean to tell Uncle stuff.\"

\"Tell him what stuff?\"

\"Nothing Daddy.\"

I start to panic again. He sounds so lost and I don\'t know what to do.

\"You don\'t want to tell me what happened? How about we take you home and you can tell your Mummy then?\" I ask him.

NOOOOO!! Not Mummy! Please, please, please, please!\" he screams out and tries to get away from me.

\"She made you think this stuff didn\'t she?\" I ask him.

\"No, no, no!\" he keeps saying.

\"Yes tell me we what happened.\" I demand.

\"Mummy... room... bed... kiss... hurt... dirty... sex... Daddy... no good for Daddy... Mummy send away... have to... Mummy promised if I did she... leave alone... hurt... sick... lies... lies... Daddy hate me... dirty...\" he rambles on, and starts crying hysterically.

It suddenly hits me. My wife, his mother, has raped him. She has raped her own child and that\'s why he is hurting himself. Why he thought I wouldn\'t love him anymore.

\"Did your mummy do things to you? Did she do things to your body? Touch you? \" I ask him.

He doesn\'t say anything just keeps on crying.

\"Listen to me. You know I love you, and I wouldn\'t ever hate you for something that wasn\'t your fault. If your mummy did anything to you it was her fault, and you are not dirty or sick,\" I tell him.

\"Daddy loves me?\" he whispers.

\"Yes I love you.\"

\"Mummy said Daddy wouldn\'t love me. Said she would send you away too.\"

\"Your mother can\'t do that too me.\"

\"She said she would tell everyone what we do together, and they would take me away from you.\"

\"They wouldn\'t dare do that to us.\"

\"Mummy...\"

\"Dlie lie to you?\" I ask him.

\"No Daddy\"

\"Then I say they wouldn\'t do that.\" I tell him, and kiss him onto the head.

\"Mummy hurt me Daddy. She made me do things that hurt and said I had to or she would send you away. Said I did them with you, and so I had to do them with her.\"

\"No you didn\'t she lied to you.\" I tell him and think to myself \'I am going to kill her.\'

\"Daddy doesn\'t think I am dirty?\" he asks.

\"No.\"

Daddy doesn\'t think I did anything wrong?\"

\"No, you didn\'t do a thing wrong. Your mother did.\"

\"I don\'t love Mummy she lied to me. Promised she wouldn\'t hurt me if I did things one time with her.\"

\"Dear when did she hurt you?\"

\"When I was resting after you spanked me... and before we left to come here,\" he told me

\"So you cast a concealing charm to hide it from me?\" I ask.

\"I thought you would hate me. She told me not to tell you or she would send you away.\"

\"She\'s not going to do anything. I will make sure of that. Now tell Daddy everything she did and said to you. \"

I listen to my son tell what happened to him. He goes into details and tells me everything. I feel like I am going to throw up. How could she do this to him? There is no way I am letting that bitch live after this! She had gone too far, and I am not going to let her live so she can torture him any more.

After he finishes I tell him he is good, and thaim fim for telling me what happened. I know he is ashamed and hurt as he cries himself to sleep. He is now sitting on my lap sleeping.

\"What are you going to do?\" my lover asks.

\"Kill her,\" I reply.

\"When?\" he asks.

I place my son on the bed gently, and say \"Right now... watch him.\"

My son is sleeping, and will be for several hours so this is the best time to deal with this. No one will care if she\'s dead anyway. I am sure I can make it look like an accident. I am sure as hell not going to give her a quick death though.

I arrive at my home a few moments later, she is lounging on a couch, and looks shocked to see me.

\"Dear what are you doing home?\" she asks.

I grab her wrists roughly and yank her off the couch. \"Don\'t you dear me you sick twisted bitch!\" I growl at her.

She stares at me in shock, and starts babbling on about how she doesn\'t know what I am talking about.

\"You raped your own child!!\"

\"He\'s lying! It\'s all lies! I would never...\" she starts to say and I slap her hard across the face.

She glares up at me from the floor, and goes to pull her wand out.

\"Looking for this?\" I ask her, and wave her wand at her.

\"Give it to me.\" she tells me.

I walk slowly over towards her, and kick her hard in the face. Then I break her wand in half and throw the pieces across the room.

\"You can\'t do that, you bastard! I am your wife! He\'s lying! He had that lover of yours are lying!\" she screams.

\"Do you really think I am going to believe you over him? He doesn\'t lie to me unlike you!\"

She starts to crawl away so I grab her by the hair and start dragging her towards the dungeon.

\"Let me go they are lying...\" she begs.

I ignore her screams and pleading and drag her down to one of the cells.

\"You thought you could hurt him, and I wouldn\'t find out?\" I say and slap her across the face.

\"You thought you could rape him, and force him to keep silent.\"

I yanked her arms up and roughly placed them in shackles. She still pleads and begs me to stop.

\"It\'s a mistake, I would never... Please don\'t rape me...\" she starts to say but I cast a spell to silence her.

\"I don\'t want you hear anything else from you, you bitch.\" I growl and kick her in the stomach.

She watches me, and tries to plead her cause, but she has none.

I conjure up a large knife to use on her. \"You thought I was going to rape you?\" I growl.

She looks at me in shock, and shakes her head yes at me.

\"Rape you? I am not going to rape you. You would get some sick pleasure out of that. No my dearest wife,\" I say, my voice full of venom, \"I am going to kill you for what you did. I am going to make you suffer first though and die slowly and painfully.\"

I grab her dress and rip it from her body. She stares at me wide-eyed and shakes her head.

\"You should never haurt urt him. I should never have been allowed around him at all. That was my fault. I should have divorced you years go.\" I inform her and place the knife at her throat.

I slowly slide the knife down her body slicing through her pale skin, as I go down. I can see that she is trying to scream but can\'t. I don\'t take my eyes off her face.

I slide the knife between her legs and say, \"You used this to hurt my son. You forced him to have sex with you.\" I shove the knife into her opening and twist it.

\"Did that hurt?\" I ask. She merely whimpers in pain. \"Good!\" I snarl.

I yank the knife out of her, and watch her bleed for a few minutes. Then I place the knife on her left breast and said \"You made him suck this\" I sliced across it, causing her breast to become almost detached from her body, and repeat it with the right one.

She tries to scream, and I can tell she is in agony, but nothing, nothing could compare to what my son was going through. She deserves everything she gets now.

I undo the shackles and drag her over towards a large torture table. She doesn\'t struggle anymore and I throw her onto it.

\"So you touched him with these hands,\" I snarl, and take her left hand.

I proceed to break each finger on it, and watch her eyes flare with pain each time. I then move to the right and I proceed to chop off each finger. I start at the tips and cut them, then move up to the knuckle and chop the next section off. Finally I chop her hand off at the wrist.

Then I move up to her face. Yes her prize possession. She was always so careful about her face, always telling me how beautiful it is. It isn\'t beautiful anymore though. It never truly has been to me. I take my knife and slice across he face. Then I take it and stab it deep within her cheek and twist it again.

She starts to pass out, and I quickly cast a spell to revive her. \"I know you can\'t pass out and die. You having suffered enough,\" I growl.

I take the knife again and begin stabbing her randomly, and she winces each time.

After doing this several times I stand back and look at her. She is going to die, and there isn\'t anything she can do about it.

\"Now I am going to go back to my son,\" I inform her.

I walk out of the cell and leave her there to slowly die. I am needed elsewhere, and she will die alone.

tbc