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A Plaything for Lucius
Glade: Thank you for your review!! And especially for your nice words!! I am glad you liked the story so far and I hope that you like this chapter!
Ok so here is chapter 5! Another thank you to Sajahi for betaing!
But this chapter has some nasty rape in it, so here is an extra warning: if you don’t enjoy reading these things maybe you should not read this. And if you do read it anyway, don’t complain please. :)
P.S.: the structure is somewhat funny in this chapter, it behaved a bit beastie. Hope it's not to distracting
Chapter 5
A Plaything for Lucius
Kirsty, despite the circumstances she found herself in, found herself drifting off to sleep; her interrupted nights were finally catching up with her. She jerked awake when the doors banged open and the Deatheaters, led by Lucius, came back into the hall. What was going to happen to her now? She tried to sit up a bit more and noticed that her arms had gone numb, tied as they were behind her back. As she looked up she saw only Lucius coming towards her, the others stayed in the back ignoring her and talking to each other. Lucius pulled his wand again and pointed it at her. She tensed, not knowing what was going to come from that wand. With great relieve she felt her arms and legs coming free. She winced at the pain in her shoulders when she moved them.
“I apologise, matters took a little longer than I had expected.” He said as he leaned casually against the wooden table. She stayed on the floor, only carefully moving her shoulder and shifting her weight to relax her sore back.
“Unfortunately, with your presence here, there was much to be debated. Many felt we should just kill you and get on with business,” He informed her, “but I think that would be a waste. I mean you must be good for something.”
“I would be of use to the Dark Lord if you give me a chance.” She asked quietly.
“I‘m sure you would, but then again, there is still the fact that you only managed to find us because you were in possession of an item which belonged to me. The Dark Lord would not be pleased to hear of that.”
“I wouldn’t tell him.”
“And why would you not, if it suits your purpose one day?” She was silent. She didn’t know how to answer that.
“Besides, he would want to know how you found us and he would simply look inside your mind for the right answer. So when I consider that, I come to the conclusion that I have to agree with my associates… you should die.” She pulled all her courage together and slowly stood up. She hoped this would work.
“There is a third option,” he only looked at her, “what if you just …keep me for a while…. Consider me as an apprentice. I can do small tasks for the death eaters to prove my loyalty. And then after a few weeks or so, you can decide whether I …can join properly or not.” Lucius looked a bit surprised. Was he considering her idea? She had little hope that he would.
“Interesting… it surely has been some time since I had such a nice plaything…” He was silent for a long moment and only looked at her. Kirsty could not believe he was actually thinking about it. It seemed some other Deatheaters who overheard him where just as surprised.
“Lucius are you insane?! She can identify us! We talked about this!”
“Shut up!” He hissed, without even turning to them, “She will do no such thing. Trust me. And if she told anyone, she has no proof. She can’t find this location again without the portkey. She is no threat to us.”
“Why take that risk?!”
“She might be worth it. I take full responsibility.” Kirsty was almost beaming. Lucius was defending her! Did he really see something worthy in her?
“So you are just letting her go?” One of them said in disbelief.
“Of course not.” Lucius answered with a smile, still looking at her. He stepped slightly away from the table and patted it, “Come here, pet.” Panic took over her body again. What should she do? She just had started to feel a bit safe. Lucius spared her, even though they all wanted her dead; she could not refuse him now. He would just kill her after all. No, he would let her go in a moment. What ever he was going to do to her now it would not last, in not too long she would be free again, back at Hogwarts where she could think it all over. She forced herself to step forward. She knew she had to prove her loyalty and determination and it would start right now, right here. He waited patiently for her to finally arrive in front of him. Then he grabbed her hair and pushed her back over the table. He held her down and bent over her.
“Just let me make a few things clear. You are my responsibility, therefore you are my property. You do what ever I say and you better not make me angry or I will hurt you very, very badly before I kill you. Understood?”
“Yes Sir.” She breathed. She felt him pull up her robes and dress again. So it was going to happen after all. She realised with a sickening feeling that she had to let him, if she tried to stop him, the deal was off and he would kill her. She had to be strong. He had straightened up again and she heard him unbutton his trousers. She was shaking, she wanted to beg him not to do it, but she knew better, so she couldn’t help but cry silently. He came back over her and stroke her hair.
“Why are you crying, pet?”
“I’m scared.”
“But there is no need to be scared. This is what you wanted, isn’t it?
Don’t make me remind you just how lucky you are.” He stroke down her back
as he straightened up again. He grabbed her right arm and pulled it behind
her back and held it there, in place, to immobilise her. Panic ran through
her when she felt his hard cock spreading pre-cum up and down her entrance and starting to press in. She whimpered at the strange, not yet painful sensation. He was bigger than anything that tried to gain entrance there before. Then it started to hurt. With her free hand she firmly grabbed the edge of the table as he pushed himself further in. She tired to relax, she knew that would make it better but it wasn’t easy. He pulled back a little only to force himself inside her again, she whimpered louder, it felt like he was tearing her apart. With a moan he bent back over her.
“God, you’re tight, girl.” She hoped he would stop pushing in any time soon but it seemed to go on forever until he was finally filling her completely. The pain was worse than she would ever have imagined. She tried to keep quiet as much as she could but she could not help her
whimpering and the one and other pained gasp escaping her mouth, especially when he tried to move inside her. He was like acid inside her tearing her apart with every move.
“I have to assume your pussy was not introduced to many cocks yet?” What did he expect? She was 17 years old! She only cried, suppressing the screams that wanted to escape her throat. He started to thrust faster. Now she couldn’t hold back anymore, she cried out her pain in loud sobs. Finally she felt him release inside her, it was a strange sickening feeling. And he bent over her again with a last moan. He gathered her sweaty hair out of her face and whispered into her ear again,
“Don’t feel bad, pet. You brought this on yourself, because this is what you wanted.” She felt a last nasty pain as he pulled out of her and then she just felt wounded and sick. He pulled her clothes back over her and fixed himself up again quickly. She heard him address the others who had not let her forget about their presence as they where shouting the entire time in the background.
“Don’t get any ideas. She’s mine. I don’t share what’s mine,” he added a bit more quietly in her direction, “as long as it keeps me entertained.” He let her calm down for a moment then he pulled her back up from the table, but this time he was not rough with her. He put his arm around her waist to keep her from falling to the ground. She was still in tears and the pain was still shaking her. She closed her eyes, she did not want to see anything or anyone, she just wanted to be alone in the dark, in the silence. She didn’t know what he was doing with her now and she didn’t care much. He was not going to kill her and that was all she cared about
now. She also didn’t care much about her strange longing to hide her face in his embrace as he still held her in his arm. He had caused her this pain, but he had also saved her life and right now he was holding her. She didn’t care, who he was, right now she took comfort from him.
A moment later she noticed a cold breeze around them. They both had apparated without her even noticing. She raised her head and opened her eyes shyly. It was dark, she could see Hogwarts in the distance. Now he released her. It happened rather unexpected and she dropped to the ground, shivering from the cold.
“Go.” He stated, her wand landed next to her in the grass. She gathered her last remaining strength and got to her feet. She looked at him not moving. A part of her did not want to leave that comforting presence she had felt so briefly, after her ordeal.
“We will see how determined you are. Now go.” She stepped backwards and eventually turned and ran towards the castle with it’s warm lights in the windows. She didn’t look back, she run as fast as she could; scared her legs would not carry her all the way if it took her too long. When she reached the castle she was worried for a moment that she wasn’t able to get in. But she was lucky, the gates were open and she could slip in unnoticed. She pulled her robe around her to cover up her torn dress just in case someone was around to see her. She kept to the shadows as she made her way to the dungeons, where the Slytherin dormitories were.
It crossed her mind just to find a dark corner and curl up in it to sleep but she knew she would not find any rest till she had washed herself of everything, the confusion and the pain. She was hardly able to think anymore but she had to be alert. Out of experience she knew Filtch and Mrs Norris were always somewhere nearby somehow. But after what seemed to be an awfully long time she reached the common room unnoticed by anyone. She went straight to the bathroom. She was lucky it was only three in the
morning and the bathroom was empty. She locked the door and took a deep
breath. It was quiet, the air was cool and calming. Instantly she tore off her robes and her dress. And threw it all in the corner. She was never going to wear it again. She stepped in front of a mirror. Blood stained the inside of her thighs. She was still in pain, but she didn’t dare to touch herself there. She looked up, her hair was a mess and she looked sick. She turned away from that horrible image and let in a bath with hot water, as hot as she could stand and added some oils. She sank into it and cried out quietly at the new burning pain as her wounds made contact with the water. But she welcomed that pain it was a sign of cleansing and healing.
Please Review!!
Ok so here is chapter 5! Another thank you to Sajahi for betaing!
But this chapter has some nasty rape in it, so here is an extra warning: if you don’t enjoy reading these things maybe you should not read this. And if you do read it anyway, don’t complain please. :)
P.S.: the structure is somewhat funny in this chapter, it behaved a bit beastie. Hope it's not to distracting
Chapter 5
A Plaything for Lucius
Kirsty, despite the circumstances she found herself in, found herself drifting off to sleep; her interrupted nights were finally catching up with her. She jerked awake when the doors banged open and the Deatheaters, led by Lucius, came back into the hall. What was going to happen to her now? She tried to sit up a bit more and noticed that her arms had gone numb, tied as they were behind her back. As she looked up she saw only Lucius coming towards her, the others stayed in the back ignoring her and talking to each other. Lucius pulled his wand again and pointed it at her. She tensed, not knowing what was going to come from that wand. With great relieve she felt her arms and legs coming free. She winced at the pain in her shoulders when she moved them.
“I apologise, matters took a little longer than I had expected.” He said as he leaned casually against the wooden table. She stayed on the floor, only carefully moving her shoulder and shifting her weight to relax her sore back.
“Unfortunately, with your presence here, there was much to be debated. Many felt we should just kill you and get on with business,” He informed her, “but I think that would be a waste. I mean you must be good for something.”
“I would be of use to the Dark Lord if you give me a chance.” She asked quietly.
“I‘m sure you would, but then again, there is still the fact that you only managed to find us because you were in possession of an item which belonged to me. The Dark Lord would not be pleased to hear of that.”
“I wouldn’t tell him.”
“And why would you not, if it suits your purpose one day?” She was silent. She didn’t know how to answer that.
“Besides, he would want to know how you found us and he would simply look inside your mind for the right answer. So when I consider that, I come to the conclusion that I have to agree with my associates… you should die.” She pulled all her courage together and slowly stood up. She hoped this would work.
“There is a third option,” he only looked at her, “what if you just …keep me for a while…. Consider me as an apprentice. I can do small tasks for the death eaters to prove my loyalty. And then after a few weeks or so, you can decide whether I …can join properly or not.” Lucius looked a bit surprised. Was he considering her idea? She had little hope that he would.
“Interesting… it surely has been some time since I had such a nice plaything…” He was silent for a long moment and only looked at her. Kirsty could not believe he was actually thinking about it. It seemed some other Deatheaters who overheard him where just as surprised.
“Lucius are you insane?! She can identify us! We talked about this!”
“Shut up!” He hissed, without even turning to them, “She will do no such thing. Trust me. And if she told anyone, she has no proof. She can’t find this location again without the portkey. She is no threat to us.”
“Why take that risk?!”
“She might be worth it. I take full responsibility.” Kirsty was almost beaming. Lucius was defending her! Did he really see something worthy in her?
“So you are just letting her go?” One of them said in disbelief.
“Of course not.” Lucius answered with a smile, still looking at her. He stepped slightly away from the table and patted it, “Come here, pet.” Panic took over her body again. What should she do? She just had started to feel a bit safe. Lucius spared her, even though they all wanted her dead; she could not refuse him now. He would just kill her after all. No, he would let her go in a moment. What ever he was going to do to her now it would not last, in not too long she would be free again, back at Hogwarts where she could think it all over. She forced herself to step forward. She knew she had to prove her loyalty and determination and it would start right now, right here. He waited patiently for her to finally arrive in front of him. Then he grabbed her hair and pushed her back over the table. He held her down and bent over her.
“Just let me make a few things clear. You are my responsibility, therefore you are my property. You do what ever I say and you better not make me angry or I will hurt you very, very badly before I kill you. Understood?”
“Yes Sir.” She breathed. She felt him pull up her robes and dress again. So it was going to happen after all. She realised with a sickening feeling that she had to let him, if she tried to stop him, the deal was off and he would kill her. She had to be strong. He had straightened up again and she heard him unbutton his trousers. She was shaking, she wanted to beg him not to do it, but she knew better, so she couldn’t help but cry silently. He came back over her and stroke her hair.
“Why are you crying, pet?”
“I’m scared.”
“But there is no need to be scared. This is what you wanted, isn’t it?
Don’t make me remind you just how lucky you are.” He stroke down her back
as he straightened up again. He grabbed her right arm and pulled it behind
her back and held it there, in place, to immobilise her. Panic ran through
her when she felt his hard cock spreading pre-cum up and down her entrance and starting to press in. She whimpered at the strange, not yet painful sensation. He was bigger than anything that tried to gain entrance there before. Then it started to hurt. With her free hand she firmly grabbed the edge of the table as he pushed himself further in. She tired to relax, she knew that would make it better but it wasn’t easy. He pulled back a little only to force himself inside her again, she whimpered louder, it felt like he was tearing her apart. With a moan he bent back over her.
“God, you’re tight, girl.” She hoped he would stop pushing in any time soon but it seemed to go on forever until he was finally filling her completely. The pain was worse than she would ever have imagined. She tried to keep quiet as much as she could but she could not help her
whimpering and the one and other pained gasp escaping her mouth, especially when he tried to move inside her. He was like acid inside her tearing her apart with every move.
“I have to assume your pussy was not introduced to many cocks yet?” What did he expect? She was 17 years old! She only cried, suppressing the screams that wanted to escape her throat. He started to thrust faster. Now she couldn’t hold back anymore, she cried out her pain in loud sobs. Finally she felt him release inside her, it was a strange sickening feeling. And he bent over her again with a last moan. He gathered her sweaty hair out of her face and whispered into her ear again,
“Don’t feel bad, pet. You brought this on yourself, because this is what you wanted.” She felt a last nasty pain as he pulled out of her and then she just felt wounded and sick. He pulled her clothes back over her and fixed himself up again quickly. She heard him address the others who had not let her forget about their presence as they where shouting the entire time in the background.
“Don’t get any ideas. She’s mine. I don’t share what’s mine,” he added a bit more quietly in her direction, “as long as it keeps me entertained.” He let her calm down for a moment then he pulled her back up from the table, but this time he was not rough with her. He put his arm around her waist to keep her from falling to the ground. She was still in tears and the pain was still shaking her. She closed her eyes, she did not want to see anything or anyone, she just wanted to be alone in the dark, in the silence. She didn’t know what he was doing with her now and she didn’t care much. He was not going to kill her and that was all she cared about
now. She also didn’t care much about her strange longing to hide her face in his embrace as he still held her in his arm. He had caused her this pain, but he had also saved her life and right now he was holding her. She didn’t care, who he was, right now she took comfort from him.
A moment later she noticed a cold breeze around them. They both had apparated without her even noticing. She raised her head and opened her eyes shyly. It was dark, she could see Hogwarts in the distance. Now he released her. It happened rather unexpected and she dropped to the ground, shivering from the cold.
“Go.” He stated, her wand landed next to her in the grass. She gathered her last remaining strength and got to her feet. She looked at him not moving. A part of her did not want to leave that comforting presence she had felt so briefly, after her ordeal.
“We will see how determined you are. Now go.” She stepped backwards and eventually turned and ran towards the castle with it’s warm lights in the windows. She didn’t look back, she run as fast as she could; scared her legs would not carry her all the way if it took her too long. When she reached the castle she was worried for a moment that she wasn’t able to get in. But she was lucky, the gates were open and she could slip in unnoticed. She pulled her robe around her to cover up her torn dress just in case someone was around to see her. She kept to the shadows as she made her way to the dungeons, where the Slytherin dormitories were.
It crossed her mind just to find a dark corner and curl up in it to sleep but she knew she would not find any rest till she had washed herself of everything, the confusion and the pain. She was hardly able to think anymore but she had to be alert. Out of experience she knew Filtch and Mrs Norris were always somewhere nearby somehow. But after what seemed to be an awfully long time she reached the common room unnoticed by anyone. She went straight to the bathroom. She was lucky it was only three in the
morning and the bathroom was empty. She locked the door and took a deep
breath. It was quiet, the air was cool and calming. Instantly she tore off her robes and her dress. And threw it all in the corner. She was never going to wear it again. She stepped in front of a mirror. Blood stained the inside of her thighs. She was still in pain, but she didn’t dare to touch herself there. She looked up, her hair was a mess and she looked sick. She turned away from that horrible image and let in a bath with hot water, as hot as she could stand and added some oils. She sank into it and cried out quietly at the new burning pain as her wounds made contact with the water. But she welcomed that pain it was a sign of cleansing and healing.
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