His Master\'s Voice

Title: His Master\'s Voice

Author: Lady Feylene

Pairing: Lucius/Remus

Rating: NC-17

Disclaimer: No characters herein belong to me, I am ng nng no claim to them. I am making no money off
of this.

Warning: Torture, rape, light bondage. Male on male intercourse. Slash. Dark slash! You have been
warned.


Summary: FQF challenge # 2: Someone has to pose as a slave at a Death Eater party to get
information, and ends up playing the role to the hilt.


Authors Notes: This fi par part of the Roughside HP Slavefic Fuh-Q-Fest
(http://groups.yahoo.com/group/roughside/ ) Challenge # 2 submitted by Amanuensis. It actually took me a
while to write this, and it ended up being longer then I thought. I had to tweak it a bit until I was happy with it. I
haven\'t been in the dark, demented mood lately. Ah well.


And ten points to anyone who can guess the *very* obscure title reference...

One shot


His Master\'s Voice

Remus Lupin entered the large room, eyes lowered. What had he gotten himself into? Well, quite literally
a collar and a pair of rather tight black leather pants. Why had he agreed to do this? Because someone
needed to gather information. And the Death Eaters had a fondness for slaves. Captured wizards who
opposed them, muggle born, and anyone else they took a fancy too. And so Remus had been given the
rather in-pleasurable task of going undercover. Slaves were nothing. No one guarded their tongue
around a slave. They were treated rather like House Elves. And the collars they wore negated any form
of magic whatsoever.


Remus, however, was not wearing a standard slave collar. He couldn\'t, on the mere principle that they
were silver. His was iron, a passable substitute. No one would recognize him, or so he hoped. He had
allowed his hair to grow out a bit long, below his ears. He also had added a hoop in his ear, and a rather
more personal piercing that couldn\'t be seen, even in his revealing costume.


//This had better be informative.// He carried a tray of drinks, balanced on one hand as he made his way
gracefully through the crowd of quietly chatting Death Eaters. He felt hands on his back, his buttocks, his
thighs. He ignored them, slipping easily from group to group. The Dark Lord seemed to be no where in
attendance, which was fine with Remus. He was hoping to remain rather unnoticed. Especially
considering what was being done with some of the slaves.


//Sick, twisted people.// Remus was having a hard time keeping his mouth set in a rather placid line. He
was having difficulty. These people...they were human beings. But to the Death Eaters, they were
nothing but things. Things to be used and broken and thrown away. And the ways in which they were
being used...


//This must be stopped.// The scent of sex and blood lay heavy in the room, another aggravation to
Remus\' senses. He kept his eyes on the floor ahead of him, not wanting to look anywhere else. Bad
enough to hear and smell, worse to see.


\"You.\"


Remus froze, the hairs on the back of his neck standing strait up. That had been directed at him. He
turned, slowly, eyes looking up from below lowered lids to fall upon Lucius Malfoy, looking ever so
elegant in silver and black robes.


\"Yes, sir.\" Remus said, swallowing hard. Perhaps Lucius only wanted a drink. //Or maybe he wants to
bend you over the nearest table and see how many octaves you can scream in.// He hated that little voice
that always seemed to embody pessimism.


\"Come here, slave.\" The blond Death Eater crooked his finger, and Remus took a hesitant step forward.
Well, any slave in his position would be fearful. Lucius\' cruelty was notorious.


\"Yes sir.\" Remus repeated. Then a horrid thought struck him. If anyone in the room were to recognize
him, it would be Lucius. He was an observant man, and a smart one.


\"Hmmm.\" Lucius was regarding Remus carefully, eyes raking openly over his body. The werewolf felt
very exposed, and clenched his teeth together tightly. \"You\'ve a familiar look about you.\"


\"Sir?\" //Damn it!// Lucius shook his head, as though dismissing it.


\"No matter. Come.\" He crooked a finger, and Remus knew he could do noting but follow. //Damn it
damn it damn it.// He could only imagine what Lucius had in mind. //So much for staying out of anyone\'s
way.// He hadn\'t wanted to attract any attention. And what had he done?


\"In here.\" Lucius opened a door, not waiting for Remus as he walked through. It was, as came as no
surprise to the werewolf, a bedroom. Literally. The only piece of furniture in the room was a rather
large bed. But it was certainly opulent. The bed was larger then a king size, draped in green and silver.
Looking closely, Remus could see hand-cuffs hanging from the bedposts. Of course.


\"You are quite appealing.\" Lucius said, and Remus looked up, taken a bit by surprise.


\"Sir?\"


\"I find you quite attractive. And I can assure you, I am quite selective. And you will refer to me as
master.\"


\"Thank you, sir. Er...master.\" Remus *hated* playing the submissive. To bow and scrape to these
people...


\"Come here. Now.\"


The commanding tone caused Remus\' hackles to rise, but he knew he had no choice. This was all
suffering in the name of service, and he would do what he had to. It was either serve Lucius, or die. He
approached slowly, eyes downcast.


\"Undress me.\"


Shuddering, Remus lifted his fingers to the fastenings of Lucius\' robes. He flinched, his fingers burning.
Silver. The fastenings on the Death Eater\'s robes were silver. Very fine silver as well, not cut. The
metal seared, and Remus gritted his teeth against the pain. He made quick work of the fastenings, doing
his best to block out the pain in his mind. He slid Lucius robs off, and was taken by surprise at a stinging
slap to the side of his head.


\"How dare you allow my robes to touch the floor! Pick them up, now!\"


\"Yes master.\" Remus swallowed hard, tasting blood in his mouth. He had bitten his own tongue, and
now it was bleeding. He retrieved Lucius\' robes, and looked around for somewhere to put them. By the
door he saw a coat hook, and hung them neatly. He avoided looking at Lucius, who was now standing
stark naked in the room. Actually, Remus heard him crossing the floor. He was on the bed. Sitting on
the edge of the bed.


\"Now come here.\"


//I am not a dog.// But to Lucius, he was. A pet, a toy, a utensil that could not say no. And he wouldn\'t.
No matter how much he wanted to, how revolted he was by the act, he would concede.


\"Kneel.\"


The werewolf dropped to his knees, hair falling into his face as he did so. He felt Lucius\' hand on the
back of his head, fingers twining through his hai

\"I\'m amazed I haven\'t partaken of you beforehand.\" Lucius said, softly. \"You are exactly what I
prefer.\"


\"Am I?\"


\"I didn\'t give you permission to speak.\" The hand in his hair tightened, causing pain. Remus whimpered,
and bit his bottom lip to not cry out in pain.


\"I\'m sorry.\"


\"Good. I would not like to have to punish you further.\" Lucius returned to stroking Remus\' hair, softly.
\"Now...service me.\"


\"Pardon?\" Remus had no desire to be \'punished\', but he honestly didn\'t know what Lucius wanted. The
words could be taken in a variety of different ways.


\"With your mouth, slave.\"


\"Ah.\" Remus took a deep breath. //With my mouth. Giving Lucius Malfoy a blow job was not on my list
of things to do today.// He wasn\'t even sure what to do. Despite being in his late thirties, his sexual
orientation was still a bit of a blur. His experience was moderate, but limited mainly to women.


\"I do not like to be kept waiting.\" There was an edge to Lucius\' voice.


\"I\'m sorry, master.\"


\"May I enquire what exactly is posing such a difficulty to you?\"


\"I...I\'ve never done this...\"


\"Then I hope, for your sake, you are a fast learner.\"


The growl that crept into Lucius\' words did not ease Remus\' mind in the least. Rather it made him fear
what would happen did he *not* live up to expectations. Taking a deep breath, he faced the current
challenge.


//This can\'t be that hard.// He told himself, closing his eyes. He had received enough fellatio in his life to
know the rudimentary basics of the act. He settled himself ore comfoly oly on the floor, and slowly licked
along the underside of Lucius\' shaft. It wasn\'t as bad as he had imagined it would be. Steeling himself,
he continued licking the Death Eater\'s erection.


\"Very good.\" Lucius said, as though praising a favored hound. Remus opened his mouth, taking Lucius\'
member into his mouth. In truth, it wasn\'t bad. He allowed himself to momentarily forget the situation,
and focused on the task at hand. He used tongue, teeth and lips to give Lucius as much pleasure as
possible. If he as going to be a slave, he was going to be a damn good one.


\"That is...enough.\" Lucius grasped, his hand on Remus\' head to still his actions.


\"Master?\" Remus asked, innocently, looking up to meet Lucius\' eyes.


\"You did quite well.\" The Death Eater said, indulgently. \"No undress. I wish to look at you.\"


\"Of course, master.\" Remus rose to his feet, gracefully. He shook back his hair, sliding his pants off of
his hips and kicking them away from hiet. et. He stood, still, and watched Lucius\' eyes trace a path up
and down his body.


\"Very nice.\" Lucius said, nodding. \"Come, sit beside me.\"


\"Yes master.\" Remus sat beside Lucius, eyes downcast. He felt Lucius\' hands on his body, stroking him
and touching him. Despite being practically forced, he was beginning to find himself aroused. Lucius\'
hands were talented, and the situation was highly erotic. There was a certain darkness to it that the
werewolf found very arousing.


\"Enjoying yourself, slave?\"


\"Yes master.\" Remus didn\'t keep the lust out of his voice. Why shouldn\'t he enjoy this? What was the
harm in it?


\"Good.\" Lucius shoved him onto the bed roughly, and Remus fell on his back amongst the thick
bedclothes. Lucius grabbed his wrists, holding him down. \"Now you will listen to me *very* carefully.\"


\"Yes...master...\" Remus breathed, Lucius knees holding his legs painfully apart.


\"You may think me blind, but I know exactly what you are.\"


Panic set in. He had been discovered. He was going to die. Lucius had been toying with him, as a cat
plays with a mouse.


\"Master?\" Remus breathed, as Lucius\' fingernails dug into his wrists.


\"Do you think I can\'t spot a werewolf when I see one?\"


\"I...I don\'t know, master.\"


\"I can. Foolish beast. How strong can you be, truly, if we have you collared and at our mercy?\" Lucius\'
grin was sadistic, and Remus was rapidly losing what excitement he had previously been feeling. He kept
silent, not wishing to anger Lucius. Remus was, essentially, at the other man\'s mercy. He knew what he
was, and therefore knew his weakness\'.


\"To think...I\'ve a beast in my bed, collared and tethered for my pleasure...\" Lucius laughed, a chilling
sound. He moved quickly, snapping he cuffs that were hanging from the bedpost around Remus\' wrists.
\"They say you can endure pain...\"


\"Yes, master.\" Remus admitted. Someone was going to pay for this.


\"Let\'s see just how much, hmm?\"


Remus\' mind went into overdrive. Things had taken a *very* disastrous turn. Lucius was summoning
something, it looked like a rod of some sort of metal. Silver, most likely. It was perhaps ten inches long,
and thick as a table leg. It was cylindrical, and rather sterile looking. And it terrified Remus. He
squirmed against his bonds, feeling more helpless then ever before in his life.


\"Struggling will do you no good.\" Lucius assured the captive werewolf, the silver rod coming down
sharply on his leg. Remus yelped, pain shooting through his leg. He twisted away, eyes squeezed shut in
pain.


\"I warned you...\" The rod came down again and again, over his thighs, his stomach, his chest, his neck.
As it neared his face, Remus snapped out at Lucius\' hand. He was quick, and felt Lucius\' skin between
his teeth. Tangy blood welled up in his mouth, and then there was nothing.


***

\"Awake, are you?\"


Remus couldn\'t see. There was pain all over his body, but most prevalent was a burning below his right
eye. He opened his eyes slowly, and a bit painfully. Lucius was sitting on the end of the bed,s
ns
narrowed and angry.


\"Yes...master.\" He still remembered his place. And he hurt to badly to argue.


\"That was a *very* stupid idea.\" Lucius said, fingers dancing over Remus\' calf and up to his inner thigh.
\"You\'re going to have to be punished.\"


\"I...I though you had punished me. Master.\"


\"No.\" Lucius smiled, the silver rod appearing in his hand again. He caressed Remus\' skin with it, the
werewolf\'s flesh burning under the metal. He whimpered, biting hard on his lower lip to keep from crying
out. \"I will not have a rebellious slave. We must get rid of any more such urges.\" Each word was
punctuated with the rod.


\"Yes...yes master. I mean no master. I will...I will behave!\"


Remus just wanted the pain to stop. He could feel tears leaking out of the corners of his eyes. His legs
were beginning to go numb from the agony of the silver rod.


\"I am not so certain.\"


But the silver was taken away, and Remus let out a breath he didn\'t know he had been holding. He
collapsed onto the bed, suddenly aware he had been holding his body up and away from Lucius. His
shoulders ached from the strain, as did his back.


\"Just one more punishment...\"


Remus whimpered in anticipation, dreading what Lucius was going to do to him. //Please...at least let me
learn something...let me learn something important...//


Remus\' legs were pushed open roughly, his knees shoved upwards.


\"Master...please...\" He hated to beg. But what other choice did he have?


\"You are not in a position to ask favors.\" Lucius snapped, eyes narrowing to nearly slits. He met
Remus\' eyes, locking on them. //He\'s insane...// Remus didn\'t like what he could see in Lucius\' eyes.
There was a madness there, a stormy, chaotic madness....


Remus didn\'t see what Lucius was doing. He was too focused on his eyes. But he felt it. Pain unlike
what he felt before. It burned him from the inside, and he howled. He didn\'t care who heard, he didn\'t
care what power he gave Lucius over him in showing his pain. He bucked his hips, trying to force the
silver out of his body. Lucius twisted the rod, a yelp escaping Remus\' throat as he did so.


\"You will not challenge me again.\" Lucius said, shoving the silver rob deeper into Remus.


\"No....master...\" Remus\' voice was harsh and strained.


\"You will not raise your hand to me.\"


\"No.....\"


\"You will do only as you are told!\"


\"Yes....\"


\"Good.\" Lucius removed the rod, and Remus let out a small sigh. It still hurt, but not as badly. //I think
I\'m bleeding...// Was this hell over yet? Apparently not.


\"Master...I\'m sorry...\" Remus panted, as Lucius spread out over him. \"Please...\"


\"Shut up, beast, I\'m not done with you yet.\" Another blow to the side of his head. Remus fell silent. He
gritted his teeth as Lucius climbed a top of him, entering him roughly. It didn\'t hurt as much as the silver,
but the friction against his raw and bleeding flesh was an agony unto itself. He thanked whatever gods
were watching over him that Lucius finished quickly. Obviously the blood sport before hand had excited
him.


\"Now we are done.\" Lucius said, rolling away. \"Look at this...I\'ve blood all over me!\" He frowned at
Remus, eyes narrowing. \"You will remain here. I believe I may take you again tonight.\"


The werewolf closed his eyes, tears leaking out of the corners of his eyes. He was going to be left there.
But surely not chained and bleeding as he was? He wanted to speak, was too afraid of repercussions.
His \'master\' had made it quite clear that speaking out of turn would not be tolerated. Lucius was cleaning
himself with magic, and dressing himself hurriedly.


\"You will remain silent until I return. I am not of a mind to share my slaves, and do intend to ask our lord
for you.\"


\"Yes, master?\" Remus wasn\'t sure what else to say. But he had to get out of there. He did not want ot
be Lucius Malfoy\'s personal slave. Not if it meant enduring what he just had again!


\"You will answer to me and only me. You will be as my dog, trained to my hand and voice. It will be a
pleasure to break you. Now be quiet and think of what you did wrong during our little session. I don\'t
want any repeats.\"


\"Yes master.\" Apparently he was going to be left like this. Naked and bloody, his hands secured tightly
to the headboard, with no strength to escape. He had failed his mission miserably. He could only hope
that someone would get word of what had happened, and he would be rescued.


\"I will be bak in an hour or so.\" Lucius grinned maliciously. \"Don\'t get too comfortable.\" Hve
ve
Remus one last look, and left the room.


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