Your Life Is Mine.

((Warning, there is sex-changing going on in this chapter as well as slight blood-play.))

"We both know what I have done, pet. Really, I already told you that I'm no fool, and I am sure you know plenty of potions that would end your life swiftly, thus robbing me of my much deserved enjoyment. Now, before I say anything else, I want you to hear this and hear it well."


He strode forward until he was looming over his sprawled godfather, eyes glittering dangerously and his lips curled in an icy smirk. "You are forbidden from removing that ring or allowing anyone, other than myself, to remove it, do you understand?"


Snape groaned softly but whispered. "Yes, Master." His eyes dropped to the ring on his finger, a gift he'd recieved from Lily after the day James had dangled him in the air and threatened to remove his clothing. 'How can such a beloved item suddenly be turned to a thing hated and reviled?' His mind was reeling, but he heard Draco's next words and they seemed to clang in his heart like the slamming of a very heavy, very final door, shutting out all hope of escape.


"Good. You are also forbidden from injuring yourself in any manner, or allowing anyone else to do so unless they have been cleared by me. You will not kill yourself in any manner, nor reveal our arrangement to anyone, including the Dark Lord or Dumbledore, understand?"

Snape felt ice water flowing through his veins, but he still managed to nod, his mind a riot of terror. 'I should have gone to Dumbledore or Voldemort directly. But, how could I know what sort of vile creature my godson had become?'

Draco nodded and straightened, running over things in his mind to be sure that there was no loophole in his instructions, then scowled. "You are also to continue with your spying exactly as you were before and give neither Dumbledore or the Dark Lord any reason to suspect anything might be wrong, clear?" A shudder rushed along Severus' spine and he exhaled in resignation, nodding a final time, feeling himself very much captured.


"As you wish, Master." A brighter smile bloomed on the younger man's face and he turned to return to his bags, but, perhaps sensing his godfather rising behind him with murder on his mind and his hands raised in preparation to throttle the blond, added. "Oh, and one last thing. You are never to raise a hand to me under any circumstances, not to strike me, and especially not to kill me."


Snape watched in horror as his arms lowered themselves to smooth the creases from the front of his robes, rage still blazing in his mind. He fought valiantly to try and attack his godson, struggling against the unfelt ties that kept him calmly moving after the blond as if he were not at the moment practically apoplectic with anger. "Damnit, Draco! The moment I find a way out of this fucking rat trap..." His words were cut off when Draco spun around and backhanded him with a snap, heat and pain blooming in the side of his face and a trickle of blood running from the corner of his mouth.


"Remember, pet...I am Master now, unless there are others present. You would do well not to incite my anger, for I must admit it felt good to do that just now." Severus stared in bitter agony as his Master dropped a hand to his own crotch and rubbed it through his robes, silver eyes locked on the red mark on his godfather's cheek and the blood flowing from his split lip.

Draco wasn't gay, nor was he straight. He always knew that the gender, or even species, of others wasn't what attracted him, but rather his ability to control them. If they were fully in his power, and capable of feeling fear and awe, then he desired them, though his lust was expressed in far different ways than that of other people. The sight of his new pet on his knees with his face marred by the strike of Draco's hand was endlessly arousing, but he had no time at the present to linger over his new toy.


He sighed and turned to retrieve the parchment from his bag, then swiveled to hold it out to Severus, smiling. "I want you to make this potion. You will do it properly, as you will do all potions I request from you in the future, do you understand?"


Snape licked the blood from the corner of his mouth and nodded, reaching to take the recipe and unfurl it to see what would be required. The sight of the name sent a thrill of panic fluttering through his stomach and he jerked his head up, mouth falling open so that he could not speak for several long minutes, then he croaked. "The Dichogamus Potion. Draco...you...you mean..." He couldn't go on, merely stared down at the parchment and tried to will it to change, silently begging the words to rearrange into some innocuous potion.


"Yes, pet. Did you really think I would let my first time be with a man? Granted, you are attractive in your own right, especially when you are kneeling, but I think you would be much more fun as a woman. Do you have the ingredients you need to make it, and don't even think of lying to buy yourself time?"


Severus tried to stop himself, tried to tell Draco that he did not have the Amphiprion percula fins he needed, but instead he heard himself murmur calmly. "Yes, Master. I have all of the ingredients and the potion should be ready by tomorrow morning, if I work all night."

Draco's lips fell into their customary evil smirk as he saw the horror in his godfather's eyes, knowing he would have liked anything but to speak so honestly, and reached forward to caress the cheek he had earlier struck. "Good, you will do so, then. I will arrive here at ten tomorrow morning, and you will have it ready. Not only that, but you will have taken a proper shower and be wide awake, I care not how you manage the last one. Understand?"


Snape swallowed the lump in his throat and nodded, murmuring. "Yes, Master. I have a bit of Sunrise Draught that will make me feel as if I've had at least eight hours sleep." Draco's fingers stroked up to his hair and then a fingertip traced one pale ear, a dreamy sort of smile curling the boy's lips, as if he were already lost in the idea of what would happen tomorrow.


"Very good, pet. You will wait until I arrive to take the potion. Now, you'd better get to work, tomorrow is Saturday and we have a big day ahead of us." With that said, the blond picked up his school bag and turned to exit his pet's suite, smiling brightly and humming to himself, confident that all would go as he desired.


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The next morning was somewhat torturous to Draco as he forced himself to eat breakfast, knowing he would need all of his energy for the day's planned activities. When he'd finally finished, he glanced to the sky in the Great Hall and saw that it was nearing time for him to head to the dungeons, a burst of pleasure exploding in his stomach as he anticipated seeing his pet after he'd drunk the potion. He whistled on his way down, and was unaware of the curious and often frightened looks he drew from the other students, if there was anything more disturbing than Malfoy hatching a scheme, it was Malfoy happy.


Draco stopped before his pet's door and took a moment to smooth his hair back, enjoying the self-control it took for him to do so, then he opened the door and walked in without knocking. From now on, this door would always be open to him, after all. He left the door standing open as he motioned to the refreshed, and yet panicked-looking Potions professor, indicating that he should follow him as he lead the way deeper into the catacombs beneath the school.


He stood aside and eyed Severus as he waited for the man to open the door into the warded room, the thick metal barrier covered in equally formidable looking locks. Snape's hand shook as he removed the wards and used his keys to unlock the door, then pushed it open, nose wrinkling at the scent of long disuse that wafted out on musty air.


"Follow me." Draco ordered as he stepped in and watched ancient torches flare to life around the room, which was about the size of his godfather's living quarters, and yet ever so much more agreeable to the sort of games Draco wanted to play. The flickering blue light cast by the flames glinted off of shining shackles attached to one wall and dangling from the ceiling, as well as more set into the black stone floor. It revealed the far wall to be covered in various items, including plenty of wicked looking whips, paddles and floggers, as well as cuffs, spreader bars, nipple clamps and weights.


The assortment of torture devices widened Draco's eyes and he instantly felt like a kid in a candy store, gliding across the room to trail his fingertips over a nasty looking black whip with heavy metal spikes attached to the ends of the lashes. He plucked it from the wall and shuddered at the feel of it in his hand, turning on Severus with a broad grin, only to find his pet staring at him with absolute horror.


"Draco, please..." Lilting, yet cold, laughter cut off Snape's words and he knew there was no way he would ever convince his godson to free him, the look on his face said it all. He would never get enough of weilding his power, anymore than he would grow tired of weilding that whip.


"Close the door and relock it." Severus immediately turned and walked back to the door, pushing it shut with a resounding rumble that seemed capable of crumbling the already delicate foundation of his sanity. He murmured the needed wards back in place, and heard the locks click shut one by one, each one seeming to add another brick to the wall growing between himself and freedom.


He drew a startled breath when he felt the handle of Draco's chosen whip trail over his spine, and then heard his Master whisper. "Strip." He gave one last valiant try to stop himself from removing his clothes, but his hands went about their busy way no matter what, so he gave up, and watched brokenly as each new garment was tossed aside and more of his pale form was exposed to the cool, dry air.


He turned to face his Master at the prodding of the whip, hands wanting to hide his cock, but one warning glance from Draco stopped him, and he silently endured the slow, calculating appraisal of silver eyes. "Not bad, pet. I think I will enjoy eventually taking you in this body the way I plan to in your female form. But, first the potion, where is it?"


Snape crouched to remove the slender glass vial from the pocket of his robes, straightening to show it to Draco, who curiously eyed the pale pink, glittering liquid within. "If you were female, that would be blue, wouldn't it?" Snape nodded firmly, then removed the cork at the imperius motion of one delicate hand, tilting his head back and downing the flowery-tasting liquid in a single gulp.


Draco reached out and grabbed his pet by the wrist, drawing him over to a set of shackles hanging down from the ceiling, and then stepping back to watch as those set into the floor and those above both snaked out to latch onto his godfather's ankles and wrists. In a matter of moments, Snape was spread-eagle and panting hard, his skin shimmering as his body began to morph.


His hair grew longer until it fell around his face in lush black waves to his hips, his cock shrank and drew in to become smooth, pouting pink lips between his legs. His hips acquired a pleasant curve, his waist slenderized and on his chest grew two perfect, full white breasts topped with cotton-candy pink nipples the size of the boy's thumb from tip to first knuckle. Draco watched in wonder and ever-growing arousal as his pet's face became an oval, his thin lips plumped to a cupid's bow and his dark eyes became fringed black pools.


"Mmm...I never realized you would become such a good-looking woman, pet. It's almost a shame you have to go back to being a man, but...we won't talk of that now, will we? You're far too tempting to waste time on talk." Draco stepped forward and savagely bit one of the pointed pink nipples, feeling it harden between his teeth and hearing his pet's sultry voice rise in a moan. He blinked and tugged, glancing up at her, surprised at how her back arched and her body seemed to beg for more of the pain he was administering.


He released Sev's, as he now chose to think of 'her', breast and stepped back, studying her intently. "Are you enjoying this? Tell me the truth."


Heart pounding, Snape stared at Draco, having wished that his body hadn't betrayed his darkest secret, but he hadn't been able to control his reactions to the feel of his Master's teeth in the sensitive flesh of his nipple. "Y-Yes, Master. Please, hurt me again." Snape gave an inward shudder at the desperation in his voice, but there was such a raging heat in his lower stomach and he couldn't wait for the feel of that whip against his bare flesh.


Draco paused, contemplating this new development and tapping the handle of the whip against his lower lip, enjoying the way Sev's eyes followed it with a pathetic sort of desire. 'Is it good or bad that my slave likes pain? Obviously it will make him much more receptive to my advances, but then I was hoping to hear him screaming in agony. Hmm..We shall see how much he enjoys it.' Draco swept around behind Sev and roughly pushed her thick hair over her shoulders, so that his eyes could rake over her bare back from shoulder blades to the firm, rounded globes of her ass.


"Very nice." He lowered a hand to stroke his palm across the velvety surface of one cheek, then stepped back to disrobe, suddenly despising the clothing that was confining his throbbing erection. Snape tugged at his shackles, but they only shortened in response, pulling his legs farther apart and jerking his arms higher, letting him know that too much struggling would end with him in a world of pain. He drew a slow breath and listened intently, trying to look over his shoulder, but unable to see past the riot of blue-black hair that now draped across the front of his lucious form.


Draco's free hand dropped to curl around the base of his cock, squeezing with a low moan as he watched precum ooze up to trickle over the crimson crown, licking his lips as he contemplated how good it would feel to finally thrust himself into his pet. He lifted his eyes and smirked, murmuring softly. "After I decorate your back with my special brush, of course."


His words carried to Snape's ears and he tensed a split-second before the whistle of the whip rose into the air and a bomb blast of pain went off behind his eyes, forcing a cry from his lips. The cry tugged at Draco's groin and he groaned, barely even hesitating before lashing the whip again, and again. Over and over he struck the lashes against his pet, watching furious red marks appear on her back, buttocks and thighs, hearing her cries become screams that only made his frenzy that much worse.


Snape felt as if he would die from the agony, but his body betrayed him yet again, and despite the torture it only grew hotter and more in need of release. He shuddered with the lashes, moaned between screams and felt the warm trickle of his juices flowing down his quivering thighs.


By the time he finally dropped the whip, Draco's left arm was burning with pain and he was breathing hard, a fine sheen of sweat covering his body. His eyes relished the sight of Sev's entire back, from shoulders to knees, burning a bright red and weeping blood from a few places where the skin had been worn away. He leaned in to lick the blood from one of these wounds and was rewarded with a hiss from his weary pet, the coppery flavor filling his mouth and reminding him of the aching in his nether regions.


He reached up and tugged down on Sev, the shackles holding her wrists lengthening so that she could be forced to kneel on her hands and knees on the cold, rough floor. He bent over, running his soft hands over the feverish marks on her back, spreading hungry, suckling kisses over her skin with a low moan. "Fuck, you are gorgeous like this." He straightened to nudge her legs apart, grabbed the base of his cock and thrust into her in one fluid, forceful motion.


Snape's eyes flew open and he arched, crying out as he was suddenly filled with the thick, hot lance of his Master's cock, the feeling setting off one of the most powerful orgasms he'd ever experienced. His body shuddered and would have collapsed had deceptively slender arms not curled beneath him to hold him up, he clenched tightly around Draco's length and uttered a shuddering moan that he was momentarily horrified to realize was Draco's very own name. His horror was instantly drowned in a wave of ecstacy as Draco began to thrust with a bestial intensity, growling and grunting under his breath, his hands sliding up to grasp his pet's breasts and use them for leverage.


Draco knew he would not last long, had never needed to cum so badly in his life, and the sound of his name rising on Sev's lips was the icing on his cake, for he knew that she would realize that she had let her Master know just how much she enjoyed his attentions. Her screams of pain had been the sweetest music, but the knowledge that he held such a power in his hands, not just over his godfather's life, but over his lusts, was intoxicating.


He dropped his head forward and bit at one weeping wound in the slender back, feeling the feminine form in his arms shudder once more and tighten around his length and he bucked a final time, crying out in triumph as he spilled his seed deep inside of his pet, claiming her and her male counterpart for his own as surely as if he had branded his name into their shared flesh. He had won, and far more than he'd ever hoped to achieve.