Fallen Angels

Disclaimer: well now, if i owned harry potter i\'d be rich...and i\'m not...so i can safely claim that harry potter (the characters and +) all belong to JK Rowling

Warning: Rape (or forced sex), Sex (later), Violence (later), Toys, not sure what else…haven’t decided yet…

Fallen Angels
Chapter 1


Face burning in embarrassment, Draco positioned himself on his hands and knees before Voldemort. Devoid of clothing. A wave of the powerful wizard’s arm and he was frozen in this incredibly revealing position. This was his punishment for failing the Dark Lord and not killing the Headmaster. He hated himself for being so weak. He knew that if he didn’t do as the Dark Lord wanted him and his family would be killed. Painfully. He could not let that happen. Not when he could prevent it. But he still couldn’t stop his growing fear.

The boy felt cold, invisible hands feeling their way down his body. It felt just so wrong. He felt as his Death Mark was touched and a snake-like voice whispered in his ear “You belong to me Draco. Never forget that. I hold you life in my hands as well as the lives of your parents.” Draco bit his tongue to keep himself from making a sound when the hands began to tease his nipples, the coldness of the room and hands quickly making them harden.

“You like that? You may reply Draco.”

“Y-Yes?”

“Was that a question? And it seems like you’ve forgotten one of the rules. I’ll have to punish you for that as well.”

Draco mentally recalled the rules that the Death Eaters had to follow. Shit – he had forgotten to always address Voldemort as ‘Master.’

“I-I’m sorry Master. I didn’t mean to forget! I swear!”

The hands just kept touching. Reaching lower and lower. He finally understood what was the intended punishment.

“You’re not- You’re not going to- oh please, No Master! Please!” he pleaded.

“Silence boy.” A hand wrapped itself around his limp member. He squeaked in alarm.

“Wha- What are you doing? Stop!” He quickly added a ‘Master’ to his phrase.

Seconds later he found he could not speak as a piece of silky material was tied over his mouth. He could still make sounds but any words were muffled. He was free to make as many sounds as he wished now Voldemort told him. When the hands returned to his cock he whimpered in fear. The hand began to tease him to hardness. Being a teenager despite being frightened his body reacted. His cheeks turned pink in embarrassment. Suddenly the hand twisted sharply making him cry out in surprise and pain. He felt his head being patted like some dog as his member was released to his relief.

However when he felt fingers lift his head, he relief vanished with the sight of the Dark Lord’s dick. The scarf disappeared and he was moved onto just his knees. Two fingers pressed his lips apart. He understood what his Master wanted. Disgusted with himself he obediently began to touch his Master’s cock, then, licked it. Voldemort guided his lips to him. Draco took the tip in his mouth.

“Good boy. Now suck. And no biting or you’ll regret it.”

Sickened by the horrible flavor but not wishing to make the longer than it had to be, Draco sucked hard, feeling his eyes sting with tears at this degrading treatment. He felt fingers twist their way in his hair and his head being pulled closer to take more of the vile wizard into his mouth. He gagged when he was forced to deep throat it. He was grateful though that Voldemort waited till he’d fought down his gag reflex before moving him again.

The Dark Lord pulled out of the boy’s warm mouth. This boy was certainly an excellent cocksucker. With a flick of his hand (he’d mastered wand less magic) Draco was once more positioned on his hands and knees.

“Is this you first time Draco?”

Draco nodded wondering what the Lord was asking.

“Excellent.” Draco heard a something being caught by the man above him. His head was brought up once again and a small bottle with some potion in it was pressed to his lips.

“Drink.”

So he did, hoping it wasn’t poison. The boy felt suddenly hyper-sensitive. What had that potion done to him? He felt fingers tracing his entrance and whimpered.

One finger pushed into his tight opening. He screamed shortly in pain. It hurt. Oh god it hurt.

“Please stop! It hurts! Please! Oh god, it hurts!”

The finger began to move and he heard himself yelping with each movement. It just hurt and the feeling was so alien. He hated it. He hated himself. If only he had killed that fool of a headmaster and not faltered so much that Snape had to accomplish it for him.


Then a second finger was added. He screamed again. This one hurt even more. He could feel his eyes tingle and knew that he would not be able to refrain from crying soon. Shortly after the fingers scissored in him drawing more than a few sounds of protest, he felt something much larger. Animal instincts kicked in and he immediately shifted his weight to move away from the thing that was pressed at his entrance.

Hands held his hips still and the thing returned. He whimpered in fear.

“Please Master. Please reconsider you punishment for me! Please! Isn’t there an alternative?”

“No Draco. Now be silent.”

Without warning the Dark Lord impaled Draco in a hard thrust. The boy let out an agonized scream and began to cry. His body tried to move away from the pain. It felt as though he’d been split in two. This hurt so much more than the fingers had. He just wanted it to stop. It was pain beyond belief. It just wanted it to bend but he knew it had just started.

Voldemort smiled looking down at the boy beneath him. He looked so pretty when he cried. He loved seeing this part of thee boy. The side that was so vulnerable in comparison to the arrogant, slightly cruel side that most saw. However the boy had bottomed out and he wasn’t completely in yet. He began to apply a steady and insistent pressure, forcing the young body to accept all of his cock. He heard the boy scream again, a plea to stop. To end it. That he would not fail him again, just please stop, it hurt. Without waiting for the boy to calm to down and relax he began to set a quick rhythm.

Draco sobbed. It hurt so much. If someone had killed him then, he would’ve been happy. Feeling he cock pounding him he screamed again. He didn’t know this hurt existed. Slowly he began to grow accustomed to the pain and his cries grew less. It still hurt but there was a tinge of please to it now too. It was strange. But he still hated it.

The Dark Lord was in heaven…or as close as he could get. The boy’s molten insides felt wonderful. And the boy looked like an angel in pain. He loved it. Feeling that he could not hold out much longer he began to speed up his already rapid pace.

Draco was in pain. He was sure that the wizard had torn his entrance to shreds. And when the pace changed to a punishingly brutal pace he could not help trying to move away. That was a bad idea though as the hands that held his hips from moving began to pull him back with each thrust, making the thing go even deeper. He began to cry out again with each painful movement.

Voldemort came long and hard within the teen. When he’d caught his breath and returned from his high he pulled out of the boy and released the boy’s bonds.

Draco collapsed, panting on the floor. He wiped away the tears on his face. He felt so dirty. And his body ached. He felt a tingling at his entrance and registered that it had just been healed.

“You’ll still be sore tomorrow Draco. Now once you tell me what you’re sorry for you may return to your room.

“Yes Master. Please forgive me for failing you when you commanded me to kill Dumbledore. I’m sorry for being weak. I am also sorry for being so useless. I’m sorry you had to waste time to punish me. Oh – and I’m sorry for forgetting to call you Master today.”

“You have been redeemed. You may return to your room.”

“Thank-you Master.”

Draco winced with each step but kept his head up until he was in his room. Only when he reached his room and locked the door with a charm, did he allow himself to collapse and cry his sorrows out. He hated how Voldemort always chose some form of punishment that hurt less than the Cruciatus curse but always left a permanent stain on his mind.

He wished there was some way for the Dark Lord to be vanquished. He wondered what was happening at Hogwarts. He actually really liked the school. However he hoped that it hadn’t been closed due to the death of the Headmaster and damage done by the Death Eaters. He knew that if he’d gone back to the school now, he would be able to keep up in class at least. That was a relief. Other Death Eaters taught him lessons and occasionally he’d be given a lesson by the Dark Lord himself. Those were hard lessons but they were also the most rewarding.

Also, he had started having a problem in his dreams. He kept dreaming of Potter. It was disturbing really. He thought he was straight. However through the year he’d had to keep an eye on the ‘Chosen One’ and he had discovered that he had a bit of an attraction to the green-eyed boy. Of course, he’d kept this deep in his mind, so deep that only one who knew and was deliberately searching for the people who he had feelings for, would ever find out.

~*~*~Next chapter, Harry makes his appearance (not necessarily seeing Draco…I haven’t decided yet)

Hope you liked it! Please review to give me feedback! By the way, this isn’t actually my first lemon/rape fic, it’s just the first that I could put up.