Low Man Is Due

And again with the warning. This chapter features rape, torture and down right unpleasantness to a sixteen year old boy. SP



All spells and their effects are taken from the Lexicon. (Thanks Jilliane for catching the errors and telling me so I could correct them before too many people read this!)



Thank you to my reviewers. Seriously, this is an unpleasant chapter.



Chapter Seven: Never free



Malfoy moved away from Harry to reach up and pluck a long whip from the wall to the boy’s right. With loving care, the man flicked it, listening to the sharp ‘crack’ that resounded as it struck the stonework.



Harry flinched at the noise, terrified.



Lucius moved so that he was the best possible distance from Harry and swung the whip back. It slashed across the lad’s pale skin, raising welts almost immediately. The youth howled, head thrown back as his body juddered. It felt as if someone had scorched him with a flaming torch. He writhed, desperate to get away from the heat eating into his body.



The Death Eater brought his arm back and lashed forward again. This time the skin broke and blood welled up and over the sides of the raised reddened edges of the flesh. Lucius swapped the whip to his non-wand hand and aimed the stick at Harry’s back. “Defodio.” He murmured, watching as the spell struck Harry’s bleeding cut and dug past it into the muscles and fat of his body. The boy squealed as his insides were gouged out along the length of the wound. At last Lucius stopped the spell and watched as Harry sagged in his bonds, babbling pleas for mercy.



“Foolish boy.”



Lucius returned the whip to his right hand and striped harshly it across the lower portion of Harry’s back. This time he cast ‘Deprimo’ and watched as a smoking hole burnt its way all the way through the lad’s shuddering body. Harry shrieked and shook, staring in disbelief at the smoking hole in his stomach. He had never felt such torture. It felt to the traumatised youth as if someone had cut him open and poured acid inside.



Lucius watched the other’s suffering for long moments. An expert at knowing just how long a wound could be left before it caused irreparable damage, he waited as the youngster bucked and cried uselessly for mercy he knew wasn’t coming. Idly Malfoy healed the wound, enjoying the way his victim screamed and begged. Then he raised the whip a third time. It slashed across Harry’s shoulders, branding him with a second of icy pain, then intense fire.



“Furnunculous.” Lucius said, aimed his wand at the raised skin. At once boils broke out along the red line. He smiled coldly and stepped in, jabbing at the boils in a random pattern so that each throbbed and pulsed across the lad’s skin.



Harry groaned weakly. “No more,” he begged. Somehow, the dull throb of the boil was harder to take than everything else he’d suffered. Maybe it was the semi-familiar pain being used to torment him. Whatever it was, Harry felt sure he couldn’t take any more. How wrong he was.



“We’re barely up to ‘F’” chided Malfoy, walking away and returning with a shining silver knife. He sliced the first boil open, enjoying the boy’s moan of pain. One by one he either flicked the boil off altogether, or sliced it open slowly and painfully, allowing the poison to flow out and onto the skin, dripping slowly and relentlessly into the open wounds lower down.



Lucius seemed disappointed with the boy’s small reaction and so, for the last boil, stabbed the knife in, leaving it pressed between Harry’s shoulder blades. Malfoy was pleased with Harry’s reaction this time. The youth shrieked so loudly and so high and so long that his voice gave out. He thrashed wildly, sweat spraying across the walls as his wet face was thrown around in a useless attempt to dislodge the blade currently digging between his abused flesh, slicing past veins, and scraping continuously against his bones.



Lucius took a pace back and watched dispassionately as the Boy Who Lived suffered. Aroused, the blond man reached between his legs to free his dick and rubbed there, grinding his palm against his thick length, eyes tilting back in his head as shudders of pleasure wracked him.



He wanted to be inside the boy, and, he smiled cruelly, why should he deny himself? The spell he wanted to use next almost fit; he’d just have to go back a little bit in the alphabet.



“Engorgio,” he said softly, pressing the tip of his wand against his throbbing shaft. At once his prick lengthened and thickened to impossible proportions. He admired the swollen size, idly handling the flared head, and digging a nail into the slit, shaking with pleasure. A thick drop of fluid smeared the tip. He slid his hand down and felt the throbbing veins, pulsing strongly with their desire to be inside his victim.



“Open up,” he urged, a mocking note in his voice, and pulled the tense buttocks apart and began forcing his oversized dick into Harry’s sore hole. At first he met resistance from the abused entrance, but finally his strong grip on the bruised hips and forceful shovings won. He felt the incredibly tight grip of the passage around his swollen cock, gasping with pleasure as Harry howled and thrashed, finally dislodging the knife, utterly pinned on the massive prick tearing him open.



Lucius took his time, tugging free a little before rocking from side to side to widen the channel still further. His huge tip bashed against the walls of the passage, bruising Harry internally. Glancing down, he saw trickles of blood coating his dick and smiled. He did so enjoy leaving a mark on his victims.



Harry hung there, trembling as his body was invaded and ruined. The cock nestled deep within his bowels, making him whimper in agony. And then Lucius began thrusting. He pound into the helpless body, ramming his enlarged prick again and again into the bloody passage. He growled as he lifted onto his toes, his balls pressing against the boy’s body, his cock as deep within the lad as it was possible to be.



Harry, impaled on that dreadful length, choked and sobbed as he was fucked with relentless cruelty. He struggled against his bonds, tearing the still fragile skin about his wrists. Blood flowed down his arms, rolling along the shaking limbs and onto his back to mingle with the drying blood from his whipping.



Lucius groaned with excitement and increased his pace, slamming more and more forcefully into Harry, ripping the boy’s channel apart with his careless thrusts. Harry had been reduced to animal whimpers before Lucius finished with him, juddering and shooting his thick fluid powerfully into the unwilling channel.



He gasped for breath and released his tight grip on the hips. His massive sated length began to slide uncomfortably out of the wet passageway and slapped against his thigh, leaving a thick stripe of red along one trouser leg.



He moved away and cleaned himself, spelling the bloody remnants from his clothing. He reduced his cock back to normal size and tucked it away. Then he turned to face the boy and admired his handiwork. Harry hung, utterly limp, dangling painfully from the metal cuffs. Blood trickled down both arms, his shoulders and back were bloodied and striped with cuts from the whips. His buttocks were apart, showing the damage wrought to his gaping hole, and blood and semen flowed freely out of him, trailing down his thighs.



“I think you’re learning your place.” Lucius observed as he stepped close to the boy and punched one of the cuts on his back, re-opening the wound. Harry barely reacted even as fluid trickled over the raised edges of the welt.



“Hmm, I think further education is needed. I want you to scream, Potter. Scream and beg for help you know will not come.”



Lucius flicked his wand slightly and muttered the spell he wanted. “Incendio” he murmured, enjoying the boy’s gasp of horror.



At once flames began to lick at the youth’s flesh, burning off the blood and the remains from the boils, before it began charring his damaged skin.



Harry screamed and screamed as the flames licked his back and began to burn their way into trembling muscles.



Lucius watched with curious detachment as the youngster burnt before his eyes. He knew how long to leave it before Harry was damaged too much, and so waited, arms crossed as he listened to the boy’s pleas, and watched the flames blackening and crisping the exposed flesh.



“Finite,” he whispered, knowing Potter wouldn’t hear it over the noise of the flames and his own terror.



The flames vanished, leaving behind the unpleasant smell of cooked skin. Harry wailed on, the agony from the flames still eating into his body even though they were gone.



Malfoy waited and waited until the worst of Harry’s shaking and sobbing had diminished and then cast his next spell. “Oppugno.” A flock of carrion crows flew from the end of his wand and settled onto and around his victim. They began tearing at the charred skin, sharp beaks digging past the smoking skin into the healthier muscles underneath and began pecking off the lad’s back. Unable to comprehend what was happening, Harry squealed and shook, mind breaking as one bird reached up from the floor and dug into his bloody thighs, sharp beak tearing through the skin to the spasming muscle beneath.



“No…no more…” Harry choked, jerking like a puppet on a string as beaks tore his flesh from him.



The blond looked disappointed. “Where is all that vaunted Gryffindor courage?” he sneered, “Perhaps you have forgotten that what you refuse to do, the Weasley brat will suffer in your place.”



Harry bit back a sob. He couldn’t take anymore of this punishment, he couldn’t. But could he make Ron suffer it instead? He dropped his head, shaking with tears of hopelessness.



Lucius hissed with pleasure. This was what he had wanted, to make the boy finally realise his position – he was trapped, destined to suffer at the hands and whims of the Death Eaters until the Dark Lord decreed that the boy should die. His grey eyes glittered. He banished the birds, their work done, and let the boy hang from his bonds, sore and defeated.



Eventually, Lucius would heal the wounds; that was the annoying part of playing with someone else’s belongings, they had to be returned in a reasonable condition, but still, he could watch the boy’s pain for a few more hours…