Torture Tears and Terrible Temptations

Torture Tears and Terrible Temptations

After the death of Albus Dumbledore, Draco Malfoy was brought back to Malfoy Manor. He would soon be brought before the Dark Lord. Though the deed he had been asked to do had been carried out by Severus Snape, Draco had failed. The Dark Lord had no tolerance for failure. None at all. Those who failed him didn't usually live very long… and those he didn't kill would often wish they were dead.

He saw the white faces of his parents as he was shoved roughly into his own dining room. Narcissa was gripping Lucius's hand very tightly. The large room was filled with Death Eater's. The Dark Lord him self was seated in a throne-like chair against the wall. Standing next to the 'throne' was Draco's aunt, Bellatrix Lestrange.

As he watched the Dark Lord leaned towards Bellatrix and whispered something in her ear. She must have liked whatever he had whispered, because she grinned like the cat that has got the cream.

The Dark Lord made a beckoning gesture with one long white finger.

The two Death Eater's holding Draco's arms started to steer him towards the Dark Lord. When they were close a rough hand pushed Draco from behind…sending him sprawling on the floor at the Dark Lord's feet.

"So… you have failed" said the Dark Lord… in a cold voice that sent shivers down Draco's spine. "It is lucky for you that Severus succeeded. Had Dumbledore still been alive… you wouldn't be… not for long." Relief flooded through Draco… the Dark Lord wasn't going to kill him. Then he remembered there were so many things worse than death.

"No I won't kill you Draco" the Dark Lord said, not using Leglimency but still knowing what he was thinking. "But such failure can not go unpunished."

"What is my punishment to be" Draco said quietly, a distinct tremor in his voice. "I'm not going to tell you" the Dark Lord said poisonously, a smirk on his snake-like face. "Suffice it to say that after it's over you will never want to fail me again."

Draco broke out in a cold sweat and the Dark Lord began to laugh – a high cruel sound that seemed to echo around the room. Narcissa gripped her husband's arm tightly, her face stricken. Something heavy hit the back of Draco's head with a thud and everything…went…dark.

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"Wakey, Wakey Draco." The words were high-pitched and mocking. They seemed to be coming from far away as Draco swam gradually back into consciousness.

He noticed two things before he even opened his eyes. The first was that his hands were in rather uncomfortable position over his head. The second thing he was that he couldn't move them at all. He tried to move them but they appeared to be bound.

He tried to remember what had happened but his faculties didn't stretch to memory just yet. His limbs were cramped and stiff and he had a blinder of a headache coming on. From the sore spot on the back of his head he guessed he had been knocked out.

He opened his eyes just a crack.

He was lying on a large bed in a darkened room. The only light came from the candles set in sconces on the wall. They cast shadows on the mahogany furniture, the charcoal-colored wallpaper and the bedspread that was so dark a red it was almost black.

He opened his eyes fully and looked down at himself. His shirt was gone. He was only wearing his pants.

When he looked up to see why he couldn't move his hands he saw they were chained to the iron frame of the bed. He pulled against them experimentally but couldn't budge his hands at all.

"You're not going anywhere Draco" came a purr from the end of the bed.

Sitting on the end of the bed with a satisfied smirk on her face was his aunt Bellatrix. Her long wavy brown hair fell around her face and her dark eyes glittered malevolently.

She was wearing robes in a color that made him think of blood. Her lips were the same color. Suddenly he was afraid. Very afraid.

His mouth was dry as he tried to speak. He swallowed a few times. "Auntie…" he said quietly, a slight tremor in his voice betraying his fear. "What's going on?"

She smiled predatorily at him. "What's going on… my dear nephew… is your punishment" she smirked. His eyes were wide as he took in the meaning of her words. "For the next 24 hours… you're mine."

"The Dark Lord said that?" Draco said unbelievingly, terror on his pale, pointed face. "He said that as long as I don't kill you or permanently maim you… I can do what I like with you" she said with relish. "What ever I like."

"No" he said in a terrified voice. "Oh yes" she purred, coming closer and running a long nail down the side of his face. "And the more you fight… the more it will hurt."

"You can't… can't make me" he said stammered bravely, his eyes defiant. "Oh yes I can" she said with a wicked grin, leaning to whisper seductively in his ear. "I'm going to make you beg… make you plead… and I'm going to enjoy every moment of it."

He didn't think hehad never been more terrified. His hands were chained to his aunt's bed, his wand gone. He was completely at her mercy. And worst of all no one was going to save him. The Dark Lord himself had decided his punishment for killing Dumbledore would be to be given to Bellatrix… for 24 hours. Even if someone was brave enough to face-down Bellatrix (and that was a very small group) no one would brave the Dark Lord's wrath to help him. Not even his parents.

She had told him she was allowed to do anything to him save permanently maim or kill him. That wasn't a comfort. He knew she could cause a hell of a lot of pain without even leaving a mark. And then there were the other things he knew she wanted to do to him… naughty things… things his aunt shouldn't even want to do to him…things that if he knew his aunt would come with pain.

Her lips were inches from his ear, her warm breath on the side of his face. When she had said she would make him beg, make him plead and that she would enjoy every minute he believed her. Whatever Bellatrix wanted… Bellatrix got. And now she wanted him. He would be almost flattered if he wasn't scared to death. She was as beautiful as she was crazy and sadistic.

She was incredibly sexy, incredibly desirable… but she was his aunt. Not to mention she had always scared him. He had never thought about her that way. Well…not till now… it didn't look like he was going to have any choice in the matter.

Her lips moved so close to his neck she thought she was going to kiss him. He felt a strange mix of revulsion and desire as she blew on his neck. She smiled wickedly at the pained expression on his face and withdrew her lips.

She put one hand on either side of his face. Then she slowly leant in and kissed him on the mouth. His lips moved apart as if their own accord and he found himself kissing her back. She slipped her tongue between his lips, kissing him even more deeply. Only when he found himself responding to her tongue did he remember that this was his aunt with her tongue in his mouth. He abruptly pulled back, shocked at himself. She looked at him seductively, running her tongue slowly over her upper lip.

She stood back up and he got an eyeful of cleavage. He couldn't help looking. Damn her. He didn't want to do this… didn't want to want her. She obviously didn't care that he was her nephew but he cared. He cared a lot.

She had seen him look. With a malicious grin she started to slowly unbutton the front of her robes. He couldn't help following her fingers with his eyes. His attempts to think non-sexual thoughts completely failed as her breasts became visible. He gaped at the firm, round globes. He had never seen any to rival hers… not even in the magazines he had found in his Dad's personal stash.

She crawled over his body till they were inches from his mouth. He strained against the chains… trying to get just that little bit closer. "You like them don't you?" she whispered huskily. She laughed at the expression on his face and got off him, buttoning her robes back up. Suddenly he could almost think clearly again… but the image of her breasts was seared on his brain. Half of him couldn't believe he had wanted to touch them, the other half was dying to see them again… to touch them.

She sat straddling his thighs, pinning his legs to the bed. Then she pulled a knife from her robes. He looked scared when he saw the knife. He had no idea what she was to do with it,

She put the tip at his throat, just under his chin. He trembled. She drew the tip down his neck, not cutting him. She drew a line down the centre of his body, running the tip of the knife over his chest and abs without leaving a mark. She stopped when it met the waistband of his pants. He gulped at a knife being so near crucial parts.

She laughed and cut through his belt in one smooth motion. He could feel his pants getting rather tight as she dragged the ruined belt through the loops and cast the belt and the knife aside.

Bellatrix got up from where she was sitting on Draco's thighs. She flashed him a toothy, seductive grin as she stood up, pushing her long wavy brown hair away from her face. Her red lipstick was a bit smudged from when she had kissed him. She looked wild, scary and incredibly sexy.

Part of him wanted to have her – right there, right now. The other part wanted to run a mile... or hide under his bed. Sadly for second part he was chained to the bed. He wasn't going anywhere any time soon. She had him all to herself for 24 hours. The very thought made him shiver… and not just from fear.

Her finger wandered along the seam down the front of his pants. She smiled wickedly when he flinched. She was really enjoying the battle she could see going on inside him… the battle between lust and revulsion. He wanted her but he didn't want to want her. She scared him... and it mattered to him she was his aunt.

Their familial relationship didn't matter to Bella but she liked that it mattered to him. It made it all the more fun. What was the point in seducing someone who gave in easily? The challenge made it all the more sweet when she did succeed. And she would succeed. She always did.

Her fingers found the zip of his pants. She pulled it slowly down, revealing a line of dark-green silk. Evidently Draco was a boxers man.

Draco started to panic as she began to slowly tug down his black pants. Any moment she would see the bulge that was hidden by his pants. It would be embarrassingly visible through the thin fabric of his boxers. He didn't want her to know how much she had aroused him already.

"Well, well, well" she purred wickedly as she pulled his pants down his hips, spotting the bulge he had been so keen to hide. "We are enjoying ourselves aren't we?" She proceeded to pull his pants down his legs and chuck them on the floor.

"The answers still no" he said firmly, his pale face flushing in embarrassment. "Really?" she purred huskily. She reached down and rubbed him firmly through the thin silk of his boxers. "How about now?" she said in breathy, seductive voice.

"Still… no" he gasped, as the bulge in his boxers got even bigger.

"You're being very disobedient Draco" she pouted. "I think I need to teach you to be a little less obstinate." Her hand tightened around his privates in an almost crushing grip. He yelped as pain laced with pleasure ran through his body. Suddenly she let go. His body relaxed.

"Silly boy" she said mockingly. "You'll soon learn it doesn't do to disobey you Auntie Bella." He scowled at her and said nothing. She smirked and picked up her wand. "Crucio!" she cried, pointing it at him.

Fierce pain seared through his body and he felt rather than heard himself screaming. He was doubled up in pain when she finally lifted the curse a few seconds later, quiet sobs escaping his throat.

She laughed…a high, crazy, malicious sound. "Maybe you'll be a bit more cooperative now. Hmmm?" she said in a mocking, babyish voice. "Go to Hell… Auntie" he spat, his face defiant despite the tears still glistening on his cheeks. "I've already been there" she said laughingly, "Its called Azkaban."

"Do you know what happens to stubborn boys in Azkaban?" she said dangerously… slowly advancing on him. He flinched as she ran her wand down the side of his face.

"The Dementors give them… a little kiss…" She kissed his mouth savagely, forcing his mouth open. He tried to pull away and she bit his lip sharply. He tasted salty blood.

She smiled wickedly as she pulled away. "Poor Draco" she said mockingly. "Auntie is being just awful to you isn't she?" she continued in that babyish voice. "Are you going to be good now…Draco?" she said in a lower, huskier tone… turning his name into something sinful.

He nodded mutely, unable to trust himself to speak. "Good boy" she said in a satisfied voice, her face triumphant. "You don't want more pain… do you?" she said with a smirk. He shook his head.

She put her wand down and he almost sighed in relief. He never wanted that wand turned on him again. He would do whatever she said… to avoid that. Even let her have her wicked way with him. She would make him eventually anyway… the hard way … or the easy way.

Her dark eyes held his as she slid on to the bed. Something in her gaze made him want to blush. It was all desire… all lust… all sex. He marvelled how she could go so quickly from torturer to temptress.

As she started to crawl up between his legs he felt himself start to get hard again. He knew fully well what she was going to do and the knowledge was making him crazy. He longed for and dreaded her doing it at the same time.

When her hands snaked over the waistband of his boxers he knew he was right. She slowly rolled the silk down his hips. The lascivious look on her face as she revealed what was underneath made him even harder.

She brushed her lips over the side of his cock, leaving a smudge of red lipstick. He groaned in pleasure… a delicious ache starting to build between his legs. Then she ran her lips over the tip. A jolt of pleasure went up his spine. A tiny drop of moisture appeared at the tip. She licked it and took him her mouth.

Damn it… he thought as she started to taste him. She shouldn't be doing this to me… but it feels absa-fucking-lutely amazing.

She grazed him with her teeth and he shuddered in pleasure. God… did she know was she was doing. She ran her lips slowly up and down his aching cock, gripping the base of it firmly with her hands.

He moaned in ecstasy as she licked, nibbled and sucked at him, her eyes never leaving his face. The fact she was so obviously enjoying his reaction was an incredible turn-on. He could see she was just loving doing this to him.

He was so far gone he forgot everything… forgot he was her prisoner… forgot she had been torturing him… forgot even that she was his aunt. Forgot everything but her mouth on him.

Pleasure built up quickly, every lick… every suck…every nibble building it higher and higher until he was drowning in it.

Finally he came… spine bowing… mouth open in a silent scream… pouring his release down her throat. She tilted her head back and swallowed as he lay there in a heap… his body still shaking in the aftermath of his orgasm.

He saw the lustful, predatory look in her dark eyes as she slowly licked her lips…and he knew he was in deep, deep trouble.

Bellatrix sat on the end of her bed, watching her nephew with a barely concealed glee. She had so enjoyed watching him writhe and moan under her mouth. He was still breathing heavily. She noticed with a grin that she had left smudges of red lipstick all over him. There was very little lipstick remaining on her mouth.

He seemed to realize by now that there was no point fighting her. That no matter what he did she would take what she wanted. She had never been the type to take no for an answer. No to her was just a word to be turned into yes… whether by torture… or seduction...or some combination of the two.

Her dark eyes glittered wickedly at Draco. He didn't seem to have regained the ability to speak yet. He had a dazed look on his face… as if he couldn't believe himself what she had just done to him.

She wanted more… much… much more but she wasn't going take it until he begged … pleaded for her to do so. They both knew that it was a matter of when he gave in rather than if he gave in. The Cruciatus curse seemed to have taken care of the last bit of defiance in him.

It was obvious that he wanted her… even though he didn't want to want her. It was even more obvious he had enjoyed the little taste she had given him. She had never had such appreciation for her oral talents. The level of response she had got from him had been rather gratifying… and more than a little titillating.

She crawled toward him and tugged his boxers the rest of the way down his legs, his grey eyes following her as she did it. She didn't need Leglimency to know he was wondering what she was going to do to him next. Fear and desire were both coming of him in waves.

For a moment she enjoyed the view of him stretched out naked on her bed with his arms chained above his head. She saw his cheeks flush slightly in embarrassment as she blatantly checked him out.

She laughed in the high crazy way of hers. It really was too cute that could be embarrassed at her checking him out when she had just finished sucking his cock. Draco was proving a most amusing toy she thought with relish.

She sat by his torso and ran a long nailed finger down his cheek. He flinched as her nail opened a small, shallow cut in his cheek. "You don't like pain… do you Draco?" she purred. He shook his head… fear on his pale, pointed face. "Maybe I can teach you to enjoy it" she said… her voice both seductive and scary.

She ran a finger over the cut... his blood a livid red against her pale skin. He found it strangely erotic when she put the finger to her mouth and licked the blood off her fingers. It reminded him of a cat licking cream of its whiskers.

She slowly leant forward and kissed the side of his neck, her long wavy hair tickling him. The feeling of her lips on his skin made him shiver in pleasure. When he didn't pull away she bit him gently… her teeth barely breaking the skin. He was surprised how much he enjoyed it… enjoyed the pain. She knew just how to push his buttons.

She continued to run her lips over sensitive areas of his body… alternating licks and kisses with gentle… and not-so-gentle nips. He moaned softly… his body starting to respond to her attentions.

She slipped off the bed and gave him a sinful glance as she slowly slid her robes of her shoulders... letting them pool around her feet. He tried not to look, not to gawk at her gorgeous body but failed miserably. His eyes took in every inch of her… the full, round breasts…the flat stomach… the patch of dark hair between her legs. Just the sight of her naked made him grow harder.

She slid back on the bed and crawled between his legs… looking mischievously up the line of his body at him. She kissed, nibbled, and nipped her way along one thigh then the other… driving him wild with desire.

When she finally kneeled between his thighs he pulled against the chains… trying to get closer. It was sweet torture to have her body so close but be unable to close that remaining distance between them. He had never wanted anything as badly as he wanted to fuck her in that moment. It was all he could think about.

But she continued to kneel there, a sly smile on her lovely face. "How much do you want it Draco?" she purred silkily, relishing the heat…the desire she could see in his eyes. "How much do you want to fuck me?" He remained silent. As much as he wanted… longed… to have her he still had some pride left… some dignity left.

"Tell me Draco…" she said huskily, reaching between his legs and fondling his aching cock. "Tell me what you want me to do to you…" He groaned in pleasure as she played with him. Pride and dignity were forgotten in the urgent need to have his release. Nothing else mattered but the throbbing between his legs.

"I want you…" he said in a shuddering voice "… to fuck me."

Her face lit up in malicious triumph at his words but she wasn't ready to do what he asked just yet. "You have to say please… " she purred wickedly. "Be polite to your Auntie" she continued mischievously. He couldn't believe she was telling him to be polite when she had her hand on his cock. It was driving him insane with pleasure.

"Please Auntie" he gasped. "Please fuck me."

Her eyes gleamed with triumph and lust.

She was straddling his thighs in a moment, pinning his legs to the bed.

A long, deep moan escaped his lips as she brushed his cock with her warm wetness. He felt like he was going to explode if she didn't do it right now.

A second… and an eternity later she raised her body off his and lowered herself onto his cock. "Oh god" he gasped. She was so wet… and so tight. For a moment he though was going to go just from the feeling of her wrapped around his cock.

Then she started to ride him and he felt like he would lose his mind.

Her hips rocked back and forth …her beautiful breasts bobbing up and down. Her head fell back and her long, wavy wild hair cascaded down her back. The sight of her body alone was enough to drive him wild. It was such a turn-on seeing her ride him… watching his body go in and out of hers.

The rhythm of her body got faster and faster. He moaned as she gripped him tightly, increasing the friction till it was almost unbearable. One more he was consumed by pleasure…drowning in pleasure.

He thrust his hips up to meet hers, wringing a moan from her pouty lips.

She dug her nails in his chest and began to ride him even faster, even deeper, even rougher. Her back arched as their hips met in a rush of wild, frantic, animal need.

Bella knew that she was as consumed by lust as Draco… but she didn't give a damn. It felt far too good to give in to her dark desires.

Draco's thrusts got harder and faster. Every one hit the end of her… sending waves of pleasure rippling through her body. From the delicious pleasure building between her legs she knew it wouldn't be long now. Her nails dug bruisingly hard into his chest but she didn't care.

And he felt no pain… though he could tell it was going to hurt later. Besides… he was finding pain could become pleasure for him.

With a few more thrust he brought her spilling over the edge, her nails leaving scarlet crescents in his flesh as she moaned in ecstasy… her body spasming around him.

Whether it was her moans… her spasms… or the nails in his flesh he didn't know but he was soon writhing underneath her… tugging against the chains as he cried his pleasure. Wave after wave of pleasure washed through him until it seemed he could take no more.

Her body collapsed on top of his, her breathing rapid. Her expression was wicked, blissful and triumphant as she rolled off him to lie exhausted on the bed. He felt utterly spent… and amazingly…completely satisfied.

His satisfaction turned to horror as the full impact of what he had done hit him. He didn't know what was worse. The fact he had just fucked his aunt. Or how much he'd enjoyed it.