Your Life Is Mine.

((Okay, this one is far more disturbing than even I expected. Draco's turning out to be quite a bit worse than I anticipated, so I'm just warning you guys. There's a lot of abuse, blood-play and general nastiness.))

Draco slid free of Sev's pulsing grip and moved around to stand in front of her, fisting a hand in the wonderfully silky black locks, jerking her face up to rub his still-hard cock against her pretty cheeks and full lips. "Clean me up, pet." Snape opened his mouth and eagerly wrapped it around that throbbing length, tongue lapping over every inch as he lowered his lips slowly until his face was pressed into Draco's groin and he could feel the thick crown pressing against the back of his throat. Draco groaned and whispered. "Can you taste yourself, pet? Your juices smeared all over my cock, proof of your sluttish lusts?"


Snape groaned in humiliation and pleasure, the harsh words sending a thrill shooting along his spine to coil like a pool of molten lava in his abdomen. He could taste himself, the heady flavor of his slick nectar and Draco's thicker cum mingling into something far more intoxicating than firewhisky. Draco drew back, withdrawing his length from Sev's lips with a soft hiss when the wicked pet dared to tease her teeth across the flesh of his crown. "Careful, pet. At some point I will have my lips wrapped around your cock, and I need no provocation to bite." Snape shuddered as the image of Draco's mouth engulfing his prick sent another tongue of fire into his stomach.


Draco released Sev's hair and stepped back, moving to retrieve his wand, pointing it at the shackles with a hissed. "Relashio." Snape wobbled and was horrified to find himself crumpling bonelessly to the dungeon floor, panting and whimpering under his breath. "On your feet, you pretty little bitch." Snape trembled, some dark part of his mind relishing the abuse, more trickles of heat dripping into the ocean forming between his thighs. He struggled to his feet and stood un unsteady legs, feeling the wounds across his back and thighs flare at the movement, but it only made his arousal that much worse. 'Voldemort would definitely have been better.'


This despairing thought was followed by the sudden, searing feel of Draco's body molding against his back, that youthfully eager cock nestling between his reddened cheeks. "Mmm...You really are the most delightful little whore. I think that I am going to have to share you with my friends." Snape's mind reeled at the idea and he jerked forward, forcing back a scream when Draco casually reached up and dug his thumbnail into a raw wound as he held Snape in place. "Ah-ah. Don't make me order you to be still, it will ruin part of the enjoyment for me and then I will have to compensate in the most imaginative way possible. I really am trying to break you in slowly, pet."


Snape's head dropped forward and he refused to give voice to a sob that rose to form a lump in the back of his throat, instead he swallowed and stood as still as possible while Draco rubbed his cock between burning cheeks. "Please, Draco...If anyone else finds out about this..." Draco chuckled and released Sev to slide his hand around and cup one soft breast, fingers expertly tugging and toying with the taut nipple, causing his pet to tremble and lean back against him more fully. "I would naturally Obliviate any other participants, pet. If word gets out about us, I have just as much, if not more, to lose than you do." Snape moaned softly, Draco's fingers and the feel of that hot rod of steel rubbing against him was driving him mad with need, and he barely managed to whisper. "Thank you, Master."


Draco chuckled softly and shoved Sev away from himself suddenly, sending her reeling into the nearest wall, her head striking the rock just hard enough to birth a galaxy of stars within her mind. Snape groaned and slid down to kneel against the wall, clutching it and praying for unconsciousness, but he was not rewarded and he struggled to lift his head and open his eyes to peer past thick black waves at Draco. The blond watched him blandly for a moment, then turned to walk back to his wall of toys, scanning it almost idly before selecting a set of wicked looking nipple clamps and a small paddle. "Lie on your back." His cold voice carried across the room and Snape fought, screaming in rage and frustration as Constrixis forced his body to calmly sprawl a few feet from the wall he'd been hugging.


An icy laugh cut across and froze his screams, and Draco flicked his wand carelessly, causing more restraints to flow up out of the very rock and mold themselves over Snape's wrists and ankles. "Do you know the most amusing part of Constrixis, pet? Your body belongs to me and will obey any order I give it." Drace walked over and straddled Sev's waist, one foot on either side, grinning down at his helpless prey. "Such as...Cum." Snape cried out breathlessly as the unexpected orgasm went ripping through his sensitive body, back arching painfully up off the floor and electricity seeming to spark along his flesh. "Mmm...Harder."


Draco smiled as he watched Sev thrash, sobbing with pleasure as he bent forward and placed a clamp on each heaving breast, catching the tight nipples in their pointed metal teeth. The pain of the clamps seemed to send Sev into an even greater frenzy than before and she screamed, bucking and shaking as if she might simply shatter into a thousand pieces. Draco idly wondered how long she could last, and felt a thrill of anticipation as he hissed. "Harder!" Blinding white light burst within Snape's mind and he wondered briefly if one could go mad with ecstasy, then all thought was destroyed by an orgasm with the force of a nuclear explosion. His mouth opened in a scream that was so high-pitched it was inaudible to human ears, then he went limp, claimed finally by the blessed, cool darkness of unconsciousness.


Draco chuckled and moved back to kneel between Sev's shapely thighs, eyeing the large puddle of clear fluid that had poured from her in her fit of intense climax. He trailed a fingertip through the slick juices and then reached up to write the word 'Slut' above his pet's navel, a simple charm turning the fluids a bright blood red, another bonding them to the skin. He smirked and surveyed his work, knowing the word would fade with frequent washings, but the thought of his godfather teaching classes knowing he had been branded so humiliatingly just struck the boy as wildly amusing. "Wake up."


Snape's eyes popped open and he was jerked from the sweet embrace of mindlessness, lifting his head and immediately seeing the word on his stomach, heat flooding his cheeks. "You are forbidden from using any magical means to remove that word, pet. But, fear not, it will eventually wash off and maybe I won't decide to mark you permanently." Snape shot a glare of pure hatred at his godson, knowing that he would kill him if it was the last thing he did on earth, but the glare was met with a cruel smirk. "I can hardly credit you for hating me when only a few minutes ago you screamed my name as if I had given you something you had needed for so very long."


Reminded of his momentary lapse, Snape's cheeks heated and he snarled softly. "Don't get too full of yourself, Draco. Until you have me screaming Master while you rape me, you've won precious little off me." Draco reached forward and tugged the chain linking the clamps on Sev's nipples, purring softly. "You forget your place, whore. The next time you call me anything but Master, I will let loose the reins I currently have upon my lusts and you will see how truly dark my desires are, understand?" Snape's back arched and he panted as he felt a quiver of fear tighten around his heart. 'It gets worse than this? Oh, sweet Merlin, someone help me.' "Y-Yes, Master."


Draco smiled and released the chain, delighting in the drop of ruby blood welling up around one of the wicked points on the nipple clamps. "I don't believe anyone else's blood has ever made me quite as aroused as yours does, pet. The very sight of it makes it difficult for me to control my urge to spill more and more until your body is drenched in it." Snape shuddered, horrified and longing at the same time, knowing that any blade in Draco's slender hand would bring a sweet pain. 'I'm as twisted as he is.' The thought made him recoil from himself, voicing a low moan of disgust at the feeling of desire he held for the fresh new pain he knew was to come.


"Mmm...You make the most beautiful sounds, slut." Draco lifted the small paddle and brought it down with a resounding crack on the swollen, glistening lips of Sev's sex, prompting a cry from her unprepared lips. Snape arched and felt a jolt like brittle glass ram up his spine and spread fingers of ice and bliss through his mind. Draco's free hand rose and grabbed the chain between the clamps, tugging it between stinging smacks of the paddle. Back and forth, more blood rising to stain pale flesh, Snape's body fighting between the urge to recoil from the pain and the dark desire to arch into it. His mind began to tear it's self apart, and his body shuddered, climaxing over and over, until he was sure another orgasm would kill him.


Draco finally leaned back, lifting the wooden paddle to his lips and licking the blood from it slowly, studying his pet with a satisfied smirk. "Don't worry, pet. I won't let you die." Then he tossed the paddle aside and arched over Sev, thrusting into her brutally as he claimed her mouth and bit deeply into the pouting lower lip, swallowing her ragged cry of pain along with a mouthful of her rich blood. He thrust hard several times before spilling himself within her hot depths for the second time, feeling her battered flesh like a furnace against his groin as he suckled at her bleeding lip and purred softly.


Draco licked her lip almost tenderly and lifted his head, staring down at the tear-stained face with a low murmur. "I think I am satisfied for now, pet. I fear any more and you might break. I've never been a boy who breaks his toys." He slid free of her and plucked up his wand, flicking away the restraints and levitating the limp form, pausing to toss his godfather's and his own clothes across the stiffly floating form, donning his robe for the walk back to Snape's quarters, that happy smile returning to his face as he began to whistle. 'My sweet pet, you will learn to toughen up, for this was only the tip of the iceberg.'