A Perfect Slave

Chapter 2: “The Dark Lord’s Slave.”

Thousand things were going through Alyssa’s mind: sex-slavery, her parent’s death, tortures, wizards, magic, talking portraits, wands, but most of all the Dark Lord. What would he do to her? Would he torture the poor girl just like her sister? Would he use her to fulfill his sexual needs? If not, then what?

She was sitting in the Dark Lord’s chambers on the sort rich carpet where Lucius left her, saying again that for the worthless muggle she ended up being very, very lucky or special. She guessed both.

What seemed to be a living room looked completely old fashioned to Alyssa, but she could not deny noticing it also being quite comfortable and classy. She assumed the Lord’s favorite colors were green and silver, because almost every corner of the place was either myrtle or grey. The dark green settee with indescribable patterns was placed in the middle, surrounded by the fauteuils and footstools of the same kind. The room also seemed to be the library containing tall dark wooden shelves, filled with thick dusty books. The chambers had a lit fireplace and two more doors: one perhaps leading to the master bedroom, another to the bathroom. The girl had no interest in entering either of them.

Alyssa stood off the floor trying to regain her energy and made some attempts to walk. First several steps were the hardest since her legs were still numb, but supporting her weight on the edges of the old styled furniture she quickly recovered her focus. The Dark Lord did not come for some reason; it was already a half an hour since Alyssa was last thrown into the room by the blond man Lucius. Good. She didn’t want that pale snakelike man to be anywhere near her.

All of the events in the ballroom did not leave Alyssa alone. She still saw and heard her mother and sister in pain, her father’s dead body, and undeniably terrifying Lord, who for some reason spared her life. Of course, the girl’s new “abilities” weren’t forgotten either. She just couldn’t figure out how on the world she duplicated herself, her every intense emotion of that moment, with precise details like clothing, hair style, and even the fake shape of her eyebrows. Alyssa wondered “if she could duplicate the clothes, then she could probably duplicate other things as well.” She wanted to try out her powers on the books, but decided to do it some other time; she was very tired and just wanted to go to sleep.

Apart of all classy green furniture, Alyssa was interested in a big wooden desk filled with papers and candles. She could see feathers and a bottle of ink placed in the middle of it. What century do this people live at? She couldn’t resist and peeked at the first paper she saw; it happened to be a newspaper… again with moving pictures. It was called “Daily Prophet.” The front page was covered by a picture of a very old man with half-crescent glasses, long hair and beard. The newspaper said that the old man died or more likely was murdered and that his name was Albus Dumbledore. She turned to the page of the article and started reading.

ALBUS DUMBLEDORE REMEMBERED

By Elphias Doge

“I met Albus Dumbledore at the age of eleven, on our first day at Hogwarts. Our mutual attraction was undoubtedly due to the fact that we both felt ourselves to be outsiders. I had contracted dragon pox shortly before arriving at school, and while I was no longer contagious, my pockmarked visage and greenish hue did not encourage many to approach me. For this part, Albus had arrived at Hogwarts under the burden of unwanted notoriety. Scarcely a year previously of a savage and well-publicized attack upon three young Muggles…”

At this time Alyssa heard the door opening. Adrenalin rush ran through her, her heart beat two hundred times a minute, and her body trembled when she saw the pale face without a nose. The girl quickly stepped away from the wooden desk, cursing her curiosity. The Lord looked straight at her and then at his desk the girl was near just seconds ago. He seemed to notice the opened article of Dumbledore.

“You dare look through my possessions, slave?” his calm but very cool voice destroyed the silence in the room. Alyssa instantly knew that she did a big mistake. She lowered her head and answered with a soft whisper “I’m sorry, sir.”

“What was that? You’re sorry?” the Lord’s red eyes dangerously looked into Alyssa’s orange ones, and she swallowed nervously. “Kneel before me, slave!” this time the snakelike man raised his voice causing Alyssa to instantly jump from the sudden change of his voice. The girl obediently landed on her dried blood knees and slightly bowed her head at the pale man. He took one long step towards her and slapped her across her right cheek with the back of his hand. Alyssa was never hit like that before (she was actually never hit in her whole life). The burning sensation on her cheek made her yelp when the Dark Lord’s cold flesh made contact with her pale soft skin. She covered the red spot already forming on her face and looked up at the Lord.

“Never even come close to my desk again,” the man hissed in a threatening way, and Alyssa clearly got the massage. She didn’t want to meet those angry red eyes and so she looked at the floor, observing snake like patterns on the carpet. Her continuous stares however ended when the man before her commanded “Look at me.” She slowly raised her head and looked up. Those red eyes were penetrating her soul again sending chills down her spine, but the girl wasn’t terrified of them as she was back in the ballroom; something has happened to her fear, she just didn’t feel it anymore, but of course that did not stop her from wanting to avoid the Lord’s stares.

“Do you know why you’re here?” the man asked more coolly now. His face held no emotions and it made him look more like the dead emotionless body, like corpse.

“No, sir,” Alyssa sincerely replied through she did had her assumptions.

“You’re to call me your master, nothing else,” the red eyes looked quite irritated but only for a second before they left Alyssa’s eyes and traveled down the neck, towards the girl’s covered breasts and waist, to her ripped blue jeans.

“Take off your clothes. I must examine you,” he stated calmly now looking straight into Alyssa’s eyes. She shot her eyebrows up in surprise, disgust already building up for the pale man before her. She did not move still shocked at the Lord’s straightforwardness.

“Must I repeat myself, slave?” the Dark Lord questioned dangerously, irritation again building up in his red eyes. Alyssa hesitated for a moment, swallowed loudly, and pulled the ends of her long-sleeves T-shirt up, revealing her flat stomach and pink bra. She tossed the shirt aside and started working on her jeans, which just seconds later lay near the shirt as well. She was sitting on her butt now since it hurt to continuously brush her kneels against the rough green carpet. She looked up at her “master.”

“Stand up,” the cold voice interrupted the silence, and Alyssa obediently stood, hands nervously placed in front of her trying to cover up at least some of her body parts. “Turn around,” another command came from the evil wizard. Alyssa cursed herself for wearing the kind of underwear that revealed her buttocks, but she slowly kept turning in a circle before the Lord, until she heard a cool “enough.” The girl stood before her master, hands down trying to cover a little bit of her pink underwear.

“How old are you?” asked the Lord walking to the green settee and making himself comfortable but still keeping his eyes on the young teenager before him. She was very beautiful, no doubt about it; slender young body, curvy waist, and plump breasts hidden beneath the bra. Not to mention the orange eyes, long eyelashes, wavy dark brown hair, and plump pink lips. But the Dark Lord couldn’t help but notice her sudden change of behavior towards him in the ballroom and now in his private chambers. She did not have a strong radiation of fear around her anymore, nor sorrow and despair. It was like she blocked them from him – but he knew it was impossible since she was not a witch—or maybe she did not feel them anymore. That quite intrigued the Lord.

Alyssa turned her body to face the pale creature and quietly answered “Sixteen… master.” “Sixteen,” repeated the Dark Lord playing with his wand in the right hand. Alyssa’s gaze seemed to be fixed only on the wand now, sensing danger between her and the man. “So young and yet you’re not a virgin,” this was more of a statement than a question. Alyssa nervously looked at the man biting her lip in frustration. ‘How does he know? Can he tell that by just looking at me?!’ she thought.

There was a moment of silence before Alyssa understood that the Dark Lord waited for her to answer. “No, master. I am not a virgin.” And thank God for that. It would have killed her to lose her purity to that corpse! Alyssa felt lucky for giving herself to her boyfriend Edward and not once. After discovering the pleasures of sex she seemed to be engaged in it quite often but only with Edward, the boy she loved the most, the boy who understood her without words, who excepted her passionate character, and most important of all… who loved her back with the same burning passion. Making love to Edward was never unpleasant; he always made sure Alyssa was satisfied, and in return she satisfied him. But now she did not know what to think of sex anymore since it would be completely against her will.

“Come, sit near my knees,” the Dark Lord’s voice seemed a little bit softer than before. Alyssa stepped closer to the settee, lowered her body before the robe covered knees, and placed herself between his legs, still sitting on the carpet. The girl never broke an eye contact with the pale monster. She got irritated at him for making her do what she didn’t want to.

“How many partners did you have?” the Lord asked emotionlessly locking his gaze at Alyssa. She was shocked at his question. That is totally not his business!

“Just one, master,” she replied trying to sound as less annoyed and insulted as possible.

“One? Just one?” the Dark Lord started laughing without humor. He was very amused watching the girl’s expressions all this time. She tried with all her self-control to stop herself from saying something that might have angered him. He knew she just wanted to insult him and laughed at her, because she knew if she said something disrespectful, the Dark Lord would not be pleased with her.

The pale man finally stopped laughing. Alyssa patiently waited for him to continue, for the girl knew it would be rude to interrupt the “Lord’s” little fun time. “Oh, let me guess. You loved him, didn’t you?” the Dark Lord mocked Alyssa and smiled maliciously at her, as her face hardened trying to conceal any sign of anger.

To make it even more unendurable for his slave, the pale snakelike man took the girl by her waist and placed her on his knee. Alyssa shivered when his cold fingers curled themselves around her ribs, so close to her breasts, just a half an inch more and they would be touching her plump chest. The Lord kept his large hands at the girl’s waist as she uncomfortably set trying to avoid the Lord’s stare. He got enough of the games, and wanted to get straight to business.

“Tell me what a mutant is,” he commanded seriously, brushing Alyssa back with his cold pale hand. These movements only made the girl shiver even more; she felt frizzing. She didn’t look at her master, but instead stared at an empty spot on the wall. She definitely did not want to talk about mutants, explain what was so different about them, and probably use stupid biology terms.

Alyssa sighed and looked down at her hands. “Mutants are people who possess special abilities, each different from one another.” She paused and sighed again. “They are not really favored in most of the countries, especially England.”

“What else?” coldly asked the Dark Lord seeing that the girl was pretty much done talking but he needed more information; it intrigued him, no, she intrigued him. “All the mutants have superhuman abilities; some super strength, others telekinesis, super speed, or any other power,” she continued now looking up at the Lord. “If you’re thinking that I am a mutant or something of that sort, master, than you’re quite mistaken.” The pale man frowned completely disliking her tone of voice. He grabbed the back of her neck and pulled her body towards him, her back crushing into his hard chest, and her butt lending on the little space of settee between his legs. She was taken aback with surprise. The Dark Lord placed his pale lips near her ear as he huskily whispered to her “I never make mistakes, girl!” His breathe quickened, but slowed down in just seconds.

“I am not a mutant,” Alyssa replied stubbornly. Somehow it made her angry that the pale man thought she was a mutated freak; she just could not bear being different, being a creep, a weirdo, an outsider.

“You dare to argue with me?” the Lord placed the end of his wand against the sensitive skin of the girl’s stomach. His tone was very dangerously angry. Alyssa could feel his breath on the back of her neck. She never said anything in return. “Answer me, slave!” the Lord raised his voice roughly grabbing the girl by her neck and pulling her even closer to his face.

“How would you even know that I am a mutant?” yelped Alyssa getting angry herself. The Dark Lord unexpectedly threw her off of him, and she landed on the floor with her buttocks. The wand was pointed into her face and the girl instantly froze staring straight at its end.

“You must be punished for talking to your master this way,” his cold voice echoed in the room, and Alyssa suddenly realized that she did a big mistake. Her heart skipped a beat as the man before her whispered “Crucio.” An intense pain struck her in the forehead first, then it spread throughout her whole body. She screamed and squirmed on the floor. It felt as if fire completely consumed her, her entire flesh burning. The pain soon left her body, but uncontrollable spasms stayed; she was lying on her back near the Lord’s feet breathing heavily and staring helplessly at the ceiling. So that is what her mother and sister felt before they died. Tears blinded her eyes as she thought of the sufferings of her loved ones.

“You killed them,” Alyssa said with whatever energy she had left, “My mother and sister. They’re all dead!” she screamed curling herself into a ball and sobbing.

“Your mother is dead – yes – but your sister is still alive,” answered a high cold voice. This acted as a sudden cpr shot for Alyssa. She quickly grabbed the Lord’s knees looking at him with some hope. “Oh, please, please, master! Let her live! Let my sister live! I’ll do anything, I promise!” the girl begged with such passion and devotion towards her sister. It had taken the Dark Lord a little aback when she took his pale hand and kissed it several times, pleading and begging to spare the muggle. They both stared at each other for a moment; Dark Lord considering the girl’s offer, and Alyssa patiently waiting for her master’s answer.

“If that means you will come to me willingly, then yes; I will spare the muggle’s life… For now,” was his cold answer, but it was good enough for Alyssa to make her smile.

“Oh, thank you, master. You’re most merciful!” she kissed the hem of his robes, glad that now her sister was alive; she would do anything to save Veronica. The Lord’s face was emotionless as he watched the girl before him.

“Before I give your other selves away to my followers, I must test your ability to satisfy a man,” Alyssa’s eyes widened as she looked at his serious red ones. “Why don’t you use that big mouth of yours?” This was more of a command. Alyssa’s smile instantly fell and she hesitated a little, but suddenly thought of Veronica’s life hanging on the line; she must do whatever was asked of her.

Alyssa had no idea how the robes worked, so she questionably looked at the Lord. He only stared back at her. “Master, I do not know how the wizardy robes work. Would you please show me?” she tried to speak as politely as she could. He maliciously smiled at her and pulled away his robes. ‘So they work almost like a bath-robe,’ she thought.

Alyssa’s eyes widened at the sight before her. The man wore nothing underneath his black robes, nothing. His pale, bony thin body looked more like corpse to the girl now; it had no muscles on its abdominal, only skin and bones. Alyssa tried not to stare at the big member before her, not even aroused yet, lying between the man’s thighs. She couldn’t help but compare it to the size of Edward’s; her boyfriend’s length wasn’t even near it.

Taking all the pride the girl held inside of her, putting it someplace else, and locking it behind the iron door, she trailed her fingers against the Lord’s pale skin. He seemed completely calm as Alyssa’s small hands explored his skinny body, mostly his shoulders, chest, and stomach. She tried to be gentle, knowing that soon enough she would have to make another move. Thinking all the time about saving Veronica’s life, Alyssa placed herself on the Lord’s lap kissing and sucking on his neck, trailing her tongue down to his chest. She hesitated for a moment, but then quickly placed her lips against the pale man’s. The Lord parted his mouth slightly and the girl slipped her tongue in it. Oh, how awful he tasted, like death, like corpse! She tried to push these thoughts away as she again traveled her fingers around his body, pressing her breasts against his chest. The girl broke off the kiss and trailed her lips again to the man’s collar bone. He never made any sounds, nor quickened his breath, nor were there any other signs to show that he was enjoying the attention Alyssa gave him. The only thing that seemed to show that the Dark Lord was in favor with Alyssa’s moves was his erection; it was curved up near his torso, resting near his belly button.

Alyssa became slowly stroking the Lord’s erection from head to base, and slipped her tongue in his mouth again. She gasped into his mouth as a strong hand held her head firmly not letting her go. It curled itself into a fist of hair urgently trying to keep control. The girl quickened her pace on the man’s shaft, and the Lord broke off her lips from him, applying force to the girl’s head, guiding it to his bottom area. Alyssa fell off the Lord’s lap (due to all the force he placed upon her) landing on her butt, but still holding the man’s erection in her hand. His eyes were cold and lustful, looking straight at her. “Your mouth, now!” he ordered. The girl was on a verge of crying, but she somehow managed to stop herself, reminding her inner self that she must be strong.

She wrapped her lips around the man’s head and held him at the base of his shaft. The Lord held her hair tightly in his fist and started guiding her movements forcing her to take almost all of him in. She choked; he was just too big, his head hit her throat repeatedly and she felt like gagging. Alyssa felt horrible, like a symbol only of a sexual pleasure, fantasies, and shame.

The Dark Lord never made any sounds except for sharp breaths whenever the girl applied pleasure on him with her tongue. He held her by two hands controlling her every movement and speed. Alyssa almost hissed from pain as the master dug his nails into her skull, thrusting several times into her mouth deeper than before. The girl felt a hot burst of a salty bitter liquid going down her throat. She almost choked, but obediently swallowed the seed, cleaning up the other mass from the man’s length. It was finally over and the man released the girl from his tight grip. She looked up at the pale snakelike wizard before her. His face held no emotions.

“Are you pleased with me, master?” Alyssa had a nerve to ask. Well, of course she needed to know if she was doing everything right for the future, so she not would disappoint him again.

“Not quite. You must always look me in the eyes, not close them imagining somebody else in my place,” he answered coldly putting his robes over him. ‘But how? How did he know? That’s not possible!’ screamed Alyssa in her head. ‘So what if I imagined Edward instead of your nasty snake face, so what?! It is my mind to control, not yours, you bastard!’ She set on the floor glaring at him anger rising inside of her.

“And that is where you’re wrong,” he suddenly spoke. ‘What?’ she thought.

“I don’t understand you, master,” Alyssa answered sounding innocent. The Lord lean his elbows on his knees and looked closer at her, narrowing his eyes. A chill ran down her spine, making her shiver slightly.

“You keep that little polite tone of yours now, but in your mind you are cursing me. You think that you’re still in control of your emotions and mind, but you’re wrong. It is so easy to read you since you have no magic to block me, but even if you were a witch I would simply overpower you. I am Lord Voldemort –the greatest wizard in the history of magic, and you’re just a worthless little whore.” Voldemort kept his voice calm this whole time. Alyssa nervously swallowed. ‘Crap, I can’t even think whatever I want in front of him,’ she thought looking down at her red pedicured toes. The girl and her master both set in silence for a while.

“You’re gonna rest here tonight, slave,” the Dark Lord suddenly spoke rising from the green settee and striding to the exist. “Tomorrow Lucius will provide you with a room, for you and your other selves,” he already opened the wooden door with his wand and stood half inside the hall. “You may sleep wherever you like.” And he shot the door behind him.

Alyssa made herself comfortable on the same settee Lord Voldemort just set a minute ago. It was worm and she easily fell asleep thinking of how low she fell giving a man she did not know a BJ. But she did not have a choice. If she said she would do anything to save Veronica’s life, then she would do anything! The girl felt sick for imagining Edward’s handsome face instead of her master’s. She did not feel safe being around him; not only her physical self was in danger, but her mind as well. She never knew that she would end up being a slave. Never would she even think of it in any sexual way, ever; not in her darkest fantasies, nor with any sexual games she played with Edward.

She dreamed of her mother that night, her death and torture; it brought tears to her eyes. She dreamed that she was running after her mother’s soul which just slipped away ahead disappearing from Alyssa’s view. She wanted to go with her -- with her mom -- to the place where there would be no Dark Lord, nor slavery or war – just peace. She was many times so close to grab her mother’s pale hand, but in the last moment something pulled her back with great force, and the dream changed until it came about again.