Low Man Is Due

Warning time again. This chapter does not feature dubious consent with a sixteen year old, it features rape of a sixteen year old. And torture of a sixteen year old. You have been warned. SP



Chapter Six: Black heart scarring darker still



Lucius dragged Harry along the cold corridors until he reached a door similar to that leading to Snape’s quarters. He pushed it open and yanked hard on Harry’s hair, pulling him over the threshold and into the room.



Once inside, Lucius dropped the boy and closed the door. Then he moved to another door leading off from the main room, poked his head around, as if to check that no-one was hidden there, and firmly shut the wood into its frame. He turned back to face the boy who was rubbing his sore scalp, and futilely trying to cover his naked body.



Harry’s pain had diminished as he had moved away from Voldemort, and now he felt back to normal – well, as normal as it is possible to feel lying naked in the room of a man you hated, horribly afraid you knew just what the man wanted to do to you.



Lucius threw off his Death Eater’s cloak and mask, exposing his pale face with its cruel smile to Harry. Harry’s blood ran cold.



The older man drew his wand from a pocket and prowled over to his victim. He knelt gently beside the boy and said, almost casually, “Sectumsempra.”



At once Harry screamed as his skin was sliced open with the magic. Lucius did not wave his wand wildly, instead he traced intricate patterns over the boy’s chest, circling the nipples slowly before slashing violently across them. Lucius watched in cruel fascination as blood spurted from the ruptured nubs. He bent his head and lapped at the fluid, smearing the thick red liquid over the heaving chest.



He carved delicate symbols and letters into the youth’s bloodied flesh, smiling viciously as Harry bucked and screamed, jerking frantically to try and escape the relentless flaying of his front. Harry thrashed desperately; a cornered animal seeking any way out he could. He shrieked and twisted, arms flailing, legs spasming as he sought some relief from the endless agony of the spell’s effects.



Lucius drew away, wand still held delicately. He seemed to be admiring his handiwork. He smiled in satisfaction, and turned his attention to the boy’s legs.



Harry’s hands pushed desperately at the other man, trying to re-direct his aim, trying to stop him, trying to do something to make it all go away. Lucius merely put his free hand over Harry’s face and pushed him down to the floor, holding him there as he again carved bloody designs into the pale skin. The palm was suffocating Harry, and yet still he fought. But now he was weaker; the sheer unceasing pain, combined with the blood dripping from innumerable cuts was taking its toll.



Lucius took his time on the boy’s legs, enjoying holding the fighting figure as he sliced open the skin, exposing the lacerated blood vessels beneath, each pumping their red fluid out of the cuts and over the helpless body, making it slick and warm. He moved lower, focusing now on the feet, and began tracing patterns on the soles, laughing as Harry shrieked and bucked. Lucius let him thrash, and merely resumed his operations once Harry stopped, gasping to draw breath into his aching body, exhausted with his efforts.



Lucius finished and flipped Harry over, exposing the smooth, untouched back.



The lad screamed as the cold stone work dug into his wounds. Dirt and dust working into the cuts. The pressure on his body sent still more blood flowing out of his ruined flesh. Harry shuddered and sobbed weakly. Even Lucius beginning his torture anew barely prompted more than a few pathetic struggles from the boy.



Malfoy sighed and drew away. He moved across the room and settled himself in a chair, waiting for Harry for regroup somewhat.



Harry lay, panting for breath, on the floor. His hands clutched uselessly at the flagstones, fingers shaking. He wanted to push himself up, to ease the agony in his front, but couldn’t. He whimpered and then mentally chided himself for his weakness. Whatever was going on here, he wouldn’t survive by giving in and whimpering like a hurt animal. These monsters knew neither pity nor mercy, so what use appealing to either? Harry would just have to be stronger than them all.



He put his hands firmly onto the ground, and pushed his chest clear. He saw the bloody imprint on the floor beneath him, but refused to let it stop him. His arms shook violently, but he held on as he shifted his knees under him, and pushed himself almost upright. He turned his head to face the blond man, hating the weakness in his limbs that made him tremble, and glared defiantly at the Death Eater.



“Excellent,” Lucius said, “I felt sure Severus hadn’t managed to tame you just yet. I shall enjoy finishing the job.”



He stood and paced towards the boy, his wand held negligently between two long fingers. Lucius stopped less than three feet away from the lad, grey eyes speculative. “What shall we do next?” His eyes roamed around the room. “Why don’t you decide. After all, you are my guest.” He bent and grabbed Harry’s chin, nails digging into the skin. “So, Potter, what shall we do? Shall I fuck your tiny brains out? Or teach you the true meaning of the word pain? Or show you how to service your betters?”



Harry’s green eyes didn’t waver, although his stomach was churning. He glowered at Lucius and spat a mouthful of blood at him.



Malfoy let go of Harry and pulled a delicate handkerchief from his pocket to wipe the fluid away. “That just cost you your choice. I shall ensure we do all three.”



He reached down and yanked Harry towards the wall. His precarious balance gone, Harry could only struggle as he was pulled to where Lucius wanted him. The blond tugged on one of the boy’s arms, forcing him to stand. Then he pushed the wrist against a piece of metal standing proud of the wall, smiling as it magically snapped closed around the arm. The second arm was soon pinioned in the same way, which left only the legs. Lucius stood directly behind Harry, nestling between the shaking thighs, his obvious erection pressing against the boy’s arse. Harry pushed forward, away from the unwelcome thing. His feet touched cold metal, and instantly the cuffs snapped shut around his ankles.



Lucius groaned, freeing his length, and rubbing it against the trembling body. “I think I deserve this,” he observed as he pulled the cheeks apart and slammed his length into the swollen channel.



Harry screamed as Lucius pumped in and out of him, movements jerky and painful. The cock battered his already throbbing bowels, tearing barely healed rents. His hips smacked against the wall with each relentless thrust from the older man, his shrunken cock mashed against the stones. Each time Lucius rammed into him, Harry slammed into the wall, leaving bloody trails and bits of skin behind.



Lucius shuddered and released into the damaged passage. He gasped and pulled free, still inflated length pulling painfully out of Harry’s swollen anus. He wiped himself clean and tucked his length neatly away before speaking, “Now, the fun begins.”