Upside Down

*Sigh* One review....one fucking review. You see...that doesn't at all encourage me to either write longer, or post sooner. I mean...come on, people....I feel like there's only a few people who care about this story. I go though all the time and trouble to post it, the least you could do is tell me what you think. I know last chapter was rather pitiful, but it was four in the morning and my ass was dragging.

Well, it's five-thirty over here now, but I'm stil trying to find the strength to finish this chapter. I hope that more than one person (Thanks anyway, distinctlyME) will review this time. Those reviews are the fuel to my fire, and my flame is burning blue right now. It's still hot, but if you want it to grow you'll have to feed it... (good god....what time is it....I'm either extremely tired or stoned to say shit like that....)

Anyway....I gots a new chappie. Um....I was kinda pissed off so it's angst all the way through. An entire chapter into the morning after what happened to Ruby. So...uh....review.....PLEASE

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Ruby didn’t sleep well, to say the very least. Her dreams were filled with masked guards, their haunting voices filling her with a sense of worthlessness and filthiness. She woke several times in the middle of the night, once actually sitting on the edge of her bed, her arms wrapped around her because she was too afraid to go to sleep.

She finally awoke to the sound of the door to her room opening, and she quickly drew herself up in the bed, the covers wrapped around her as she looked up into the face of an unnamed guard. He was armored in leather, the dark material shot through with swirls of metal for added protection.

“Good mornin’, you worthless little whore…” he said. She began to tremble slightly. This guard was big, and he looked like he meant business. “I brought your slutty little cunt some food.” He said, revealing a tray in his hands. Ruby frowned….gods….she couldn’t help it….

“I don’t know if you have the basic brainpower to remember basic anatomy, but my cunt doesn’t eat….” She said softly, the bravery she felt at the beginning of the sentence quickly leaving her, making her voice fade at the end. But the guard only grinned.

“Today it does. And on the menu: sausage…” he said. Her eyes widened as he put the tray down on her nightstand, and closed her door with a flick of his fingers. Then she whimpered softly as he began to undo his belt.

“Please…I’m still sore from yesterday…” she said, her eyes filling with tears. What she didn’t realize was that her tears were a great turn-on for the Death Eater Guard, and his cock began to swell immediately.

“That’s just too fucking bad, now isn’t it?” he asked. “Get up.” He snapped, grinning as she hesitated. He pulled his belt from its loops with a frightening hiss. “Get up!” he snapped. She scrambled quickly from the bed, now trembling visibly. “Hands by your side.” He said, his voice low and deadly.

Ruby quickly let her hands fall by her side, leaving her breasts vulnerable. He reached out an ungloved hand, and took one of her breasts in his palm, squeezing the globe of flesh gently. Then his fingers curled in, grasping her breast in a cruelly hard grip. She cried out, her hands coming up to grab his wrist, trying to make him release her. His other hand quickly found her face, slapping her hard enough to jar her, while keeping his hold on her tender breast.

“You’re a worthless whore!” he hissed. She began to cry, still clutching feebly at his wrist.

“Please stop…” she begged. He felt a throb in his cock. The little chit was playing right into his hands….he loved begging… He took her nipple in his hand and pinched mercilessly. He slapped her again.

"Say it!" he snapped.

"Say what?" she sobbed, wincing as his hand twisted.

"Say that you're a worthless whore. I know it's true...I want to hear you say it!"

She hesitated, and screamed when he began to spank the opposite breast, his eyes lighting up with sick amusement as the flesh bounced.

"Oh...I...I'm a...a w-worthless...wh-whore...." she sobbed, and he stopped spanking her breast. Her knees were starting to buckle under the sharp pain, and she bit her lip to keep from screaming.

“I like it when you scream. I want you to scream, you little fuck-toy.” He snapped. He moved his free hand to her other nipple, twisting it painfully as well. She tried her hardest to stay on her feet. She knew falling would only cause her more pain…

He let go of both of her breasts, and she let out a shaky gasp of relief. But her relief was short lived when he lowered his head to her right breast, latching on immediately with his teeth. He applied short bursts of pressure with his teeth, and she made a broken whimper sound. When he bit down for real, her hands found his head, trying to pull him away, only to realize his hair was cropped too short to grab. His teeth clamped down harder, and she shrieked in agony, and slapped the side of his face.

He pulled away, slightly surprised at her strength. Oh…but she’d pay…

“Bend over the bed, you feisty tart.” He growled, rubbing his cheek. She put her hand on her abused nipple, rubbing gently and crying. She all but ignored his order. He grabbed her by the throat, his fingers cutting off her air. She gasped and kicked, trying desperately to get away from his deadly grip.

He began to strike Ruby across the face. Each blow would have been sufficient to knock her off her feet, had she been allowed to fall. When he let her go, her head was spinning. She had to put her hands on her face to make sure her head hadn’t been knocked clean off her shoulders. “Bend over!” he said gruffly. She spun towards the bed shakily, and sniffling loudly, she bent over the bed.

He retrieved his belt that had been discarded in his assault of her breasts, and doubled it in his hand.

“You hit me, you talking pussy. And for that I’m going to light that pretty little bottom of yours on fire. When I’m done with you, you won’t be able to sit for a month…” he snarled. She brought her hands up beside her, grabbing onto the sheets as a sort of support.

The first blow was unexpected, and sent a fiery lance of pain through her backside, causing her to cry out. She jumped to her feet, clamping her hands over her bottom.

“Oh please! No more…I’m sorry…I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry….please don’t hit me anymore! I’ll be good…I’ll be so good…..just please don’t hit me…it hurts so bad….” she sobbed, bouncing slightly on the balls of her feet. The Guard struck out with the belt again, striking her across her hands. She pulled them away quickly, waving them to try and relieve the pain.

“Sorry doesn’t cut it….back over the bed. I made you a promise and I intend to keep it.” He said, admiring the beautiful red welt that was rising up on her pale bottom. “Fuck yes…” he groaned, feeling his already-impossibly-hard cock twitch happily. He unbuttoned his pants, and let the large organ spring free of its leather confines.

He struck her several more times across the bottom and the backs of her thighs, relishing her screams and begs of mercy. But all her begging did was make his cock weep for attention. He would fuck her senseless before he left. This little….girl….would find out what torture was….

He beat her bottom until the red stripes turned purple, her bottom bruised angrily. When he was satisfied, he tossed the belt away. She began to stand, moaning as her tortured flesh shifted. He reached forward, and much to her dismay, began to run his hands roughly over her welted and bruised buttocks. She buried her face into the covers and screamed as his fingers pinched her bottom soundly. Her palms slapped against the bed in vain as he spread the cheeks of her bottom, revealing her puckered, virgin anus.

“That looks like it would be a tight fit…” he said softly. He laughed aloud when she stiffened, the only sound the sound of her sobbing breaths. “I’ll save that for another day…I wasn’t ordered to take that hole….but there is one that I was allowed access to…” he said, spreading her legs apart roughly to gain access to her pussy. “Oh? Dry as a bone….I take it you didn’t enjoy your spanking….” He said, a grin on his face.

“No shit, Sherlock!” she snapped. He slapped her bottom soundly.

“Ah, ah, ah…” he said, and then slammed unannounced and unmercifully into her dry hole. She felt herself tear again, and with only a few deep, hard strokes she was bleeding again. And the pain was indescribable. She felt as if he were ripping her apart. Her body was on fire, and all she could do was scream.

She screamed until her voice was hoarse, and barely above a whisper. She clawed at the sheets, biting and tearing the material with her teeth and nails. She hurt so bad….

She began to pray madly, desperate for relief from the tearing, ripping agony. She listed every god and goddess she had ever been taught about, before she finally came to the last one in her arsenal.

Our Father who art in heaven! She thought frantically. She felt an almost sudden release of the pressure, the pain dying to a dull, but still uncomfortable ache.

Just hold on, child of Magic. Help is on the way…

That was not the guard’s voice. Her eyes flew open, and she looked around desperately. There was no one there but her and the guard.

The guard suddenly stiffened, burying himself deep within her as he came. He stayed that way for a few moments, before pulling himself out and casting a cleansing spell to clean away the blood before he tucked himself away.

“And with that…I leave you with your breakfast…” he said, still slightly out of breath.

Ruby was left a mess. Her buttocks was bruised purple, and she had blood running down her legs. She didn’t want, nor feel like moving. She looked over at her nightstand, her wand and the breakfast tray sitting there. She reached over, trying to get to her wand without stretching too much. But it seemed impossible. She reached a little further, gasping when she lost her hold and fell hard to her knees. The jolt of agony made her scream, and she held herself still for several minutes before she reached up to finally retrieve the wand.

She cast a cleansing spell on herself, ridding the outside of her body of the blood and semen. Then, with a strength she didn’t know she had left, she climbed onto the bed, collapsing almost as soon as she hit the mattress, and not even bothering with the covers.

She could have sworn she felt someone run their hand over her face, but when she opened her eyes, she was alone. She closed her eyes again, whimpering softly. The last thing she heard before black oblivion took her was something that sounded oddly like feathers ruffling.

That guard must have hit her harder than she thought….
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Hmm....what could be going on here?