His Glowing Reputation

Honestly I'm not very satisfied with this chapter. Please Review. I'd appreciate it.


The Annals of Torture

Celeste did not rise from the mound of earth she was reposing on. Tom Riddle paced in front, twirling his yew wand between his long fingers. The magical rape-kit lay as a forgotten afterthought. He was muttering under his breath talking to himself. Voldemort felt that he had pinned a prisoner in a trap and he was debating what to subject the prisoner to.

His dark eyes were slits as he regarded Celeste, who looked up at him entreatingly.

“You are not to call me Tom anymore,” he quietly announced.

After these words, an ominous fluctuation seemed to occur in the rancid air. It was like Riddle was establishing his ultimate authority.

Apparently Riddle did not expect Celeste to question this at all. He thought she would understand what he expected her to call him now. So he unbuckled his belt and removed his shoes and briefs. Then went to sit on the same mounds of dirt again, this time spreading his legs a bit more, sitting upright.

“Get yourself between my legs,” pointed Riddle with his wand, to the opening between his robes where his privates were exposed.

Not wanting to seem reluctant, Celeste crawled the few feet of distance forward on hands and knees. Once she arrived she kneeled expectantly, before him her toes curling. She could still feel the syrupy masturbation now sliding down her inner thighs, tickling her nude skin. Subconsciously, she rubbed it.

“What do you want me to do T-er?”

Maliciously he retorted, “You are to call me “master” at all times. Or else be punished…”

He waited a long moment, until she finally replied, “Yes…master. I only seek to please you. Do not punish me, master!”

“You are to serve me, my whore. You shall suck, as best you can. You may begin.”

“I’m not sure h-how master?,” the Ravenclaw girl cried. Celeste did not confess it, but she did not know what Tom Riddle wanted her to suck. She was pure and innocent, having never given a man a blow-job or even heard of such a thing.

Celeste was still massaging her vaginal passageway, instinctively masturbating more, for the penetration that would come later.

Riddle grabbed her hands and swept them under the folds of the robe, and hissed, “This is what you suck, Celeste. Now do it.”

“Yes, master,” Celeste whispered nearly inaudible.

She bowed her golden head obediently and sank beneath the folds of the handsome boy’s robes. She put her lips to his penis, that she could not even make out in the dim lighting of the cavern. She began by kissing it tenderly, and then remembering he said to suck she swirled her tongue around it.

After several seconds, she felt her head shoved forward. Clearly, Voldemort was not satisfied with her progress. Strong hands closed around the nape of her neck, and Celeste felt like she could not breathe. Out of fright, she sucked as hard as she could. It tasted like one of those awful blood lollipops she had had at Honeydukes, which felt like it had been years ago, as Celeste whimpered whilst struggling to suck Riddle’s cock in the present. It tasted like a blood lollipop because it had filled with blood from his erection while they had read Dark Arts Erotica together.

Riddle did not let go of all his pressure, he continued to be on the precipice of choking her as she continued the sexual favour he commanded of her. Minutes later, he was about to order an end of it, when Celeste whose head thrashed under the robes violently, collided painfully with something that was in the inside pocket of Riddle’s robes.

“Ouch!,” she wailed. She released her lips against his warm member, and crept her hands around the inner pocket of his robes. She removed a metal crock and stopped abiding by his order.

She had already opened it, when her head emerged out of the folds that had draped her head like curtains, obstructing her view of Voldemort’s pleasure.

“ Essence of Murtlap, master?”

“Yes it is. I was caned in the headmaster’s office,” Riddle told her bluntly. It did not matter to young Voldemort if she knew of it, as she would not remember anything later. But he might as well explain why he had it on him.

Celeste was jerked back into reality. He wasn’t really her master. According to her opinion, he was really just a handsome schoolboy named Tom Riddle. And who was she, but his girlfriend, another student of Hogwarts?

“Dippet?,” Celeste said weakly, never imagining the old man was capable of such harsh correction.

“It was Dippet’s idea that I must be caned instead of detention. All to ensure, I maintain my glowing reputation. But no, Dumbledore…he’s the teacher who-who…” Heat crept up Riddle’s neck, feeling slightly embarrassed.

“Oh, it’s horrible. It must hurt. Let me smooth some of the murtlap onto where he struck you. Tom, please?”

Celeste scooped more of it from the crock, expecting Riddle to reveal his backside and allow her to smooth it over his buttocks.

Retaliating, Celeste’s offer Riddle squeezed one of her nipples and Celeste screamed for an instant. He then cupped the boob, and pulling it, yanked her over his knee.

“I’m sorry. I only wanted to help. Make you feel better…Are you going to spank me, Tom?”

Celeste wasn’t scared, just genuinely concerned. It didn’t bother her if, Tom Riddle wished to punish her through a spanking. Celeste had been spanked in this fashion as a child by her father, even when she had been as old as sixteen. She had grown to accept the temporary discomfort without crying.

Riddle did not answer, she would see what he had in store for her in a moment. “The caning did not bother me, Celeste. I do not require assistance. Sex will actually feel much more enjoyable proceeding Dumbledore’s chastisement. It’s the pleasure and pain principle…”

There was a flash of red light, and Riddle had yelled, “Crucio!”

Celeste huddled across the boy Voldemort’s lap, in paroxysms of agony. It was infinitely worse than a spanking could ever be. Celeste had never imagined how the Unforgivable torture curse seeped all the way into one’s bones, wracking your entire body at once.

Riddle did not lift the curse, as he observed her calmly. The palms of his hands, on top of each buttock, smiling.

He lifted the curse, and listened to her cries, lessen gradually. She was like a wounded animal.

“Soon you shall get another dose of pain,” he whispered.

Celeste continued to have tears coming down her face, and she hadn’t stopped pounding the ground with her feet, as she lay sprawled across the awful boy being punished in a way she thought Riddle would only joke about. As she recalled, in the dungeons, last week when he playfully spanked her during anal sex, she thought he had been bluffing when he said the cruciatus would be next time.

“Now, I’m going to torture you again, little girl. I’m warning you that if you scream I’ll gag you. Let’s see if you can build up a threshold.”

He raised his wand again and Celeste could barely prevent herself from screaming. Riddle’s cold hands, still resting placidly on her quivering buttocks. After drinking in the scene, filling with sexual desire, he finally relinquished the curse. It was always best for him to build up his sexually acts, beginning with torture. She had managed not to scream, but to squeal instead as she pounded the dirty floor.

The best or worst of this is yet to come…I still have plenty more of this scene under the statue of the one-eyed witch. I plan to write more soon. Sorry it’s been such a long time.