Title: Love Hurts—Part 1: Love Scars

Email: tirel@pcnuthut.com

Site: https://www.angelfire.com/tv2/firebird_ascending/

Author: Constant Vigilance

Disclaimer: JK Rowling is God. I own nothing.

Distribution: Sure. Just lemme know where my baby’s going.

Spoilers: Book Five.

Summary: Love according to Lucius Malfoy.

Pairing: Ron/Ginny

Warnings: Incest, torture, non con, mental mindfucking

Ginny looked over at Ron with a blank expression. She looked much the same as she had in months previous. Save for the vacant look in her eyes…and the distinct lack of clothing…she could have been just in from a Charms class, or perhaps just come from downstairs for lunch. Lucius chuckled at the hope in Ron’s eyes. She placed a handled case on the floor at her feet and then returned her gaze to Ron’s face.

“Ah, sweet little Ginny,” the older man purred. “Were you aware, Mr. Weasley, that an overdose of calming potion creates a kind of catatonia? And months of overdosing creates an entire new world for the imbiber?” he stroked Ginny’s arm, drawing her attention to him. Blue eyes tracked his movements without really registering. “In this new world, they don’t really understand much at all beyond physical sensation.”

“What did you do to her? Did you fucking touch her, you piece of shit?” Ron snarled at him.

Lucius tsk tsk’d at him. “Language, my dear Mr. Weasley. And yes,” he smiled slickly. “I did. Both fuck her and touch her. Thank you for asking.” Ron launched himself to his feet only to halt at the appearance of a large knife to Ginny’s throat. Ginny moved her expressionless eyes to Ron’s vibrating form, placidly ignoring the knife pinching into her skin.

“I also learned that your sister is quite the responsive little thing,” Lucius stroked a hand down Ginny’s slender side. “I’m not quite sure if she was as responsive before the generous application of calming potions, but afterward? Ah, afterward…she made the most of the only stimuli getting through to her drug soaked brain.” He moved his hand over Ginny’s firm breast and squeezed gently.

She gave a low moan of pleasure and her eyelids drooped in a sensuous move. Ron wanted to throw up. “I’ve taken the liberty of creating a series of tests using an interesting spell I’ve found. You see,” he continued to speak, absently running his thumb over Ginny’s nipple, ignoring her moans and the spread of her legs. Ron, however, couldn’t force himself to look away from the horror. “In the past, Dumbledore taught his people a spell to ease the burden of being tortured.”

He sighed. “Not that it worked unless the person was actually being put to death, but I suppose that in that instance, it was quite the relief. Anyway, the spell takes the reactions created from physical stimuli and reverses them.” He moved his hand further down Ginny’s belly, brushing over her ginger curls. “Thus, any infliction of pain will produce pleasure, and any infliction of pleasure will produce pain.”

He smiled as he twirled a pubic curl around his finger. “Fascinating, isn’t it? Since I’ve been working with your sister on this spell, I thought it might interest you to see how it works first hand.” Ron shook his head; already visualizing things he had no desire to see. Lucius just chuckled. “I’m sorry, Mr. Weasley. You seem to be under the impression that I’ve offered you a choice.” His voice dropped into a whisper and he sank his finger into Ginny’s moist curls. “I didn’t.”

He pushed the whimpering girl from him and pointed his wand at her. “Muto responsum,” he intoned. A small shudder moved across Ginny’s skin, but other than that…she remained motionless. “Now, my dearest Ginny,” he cooed while removing a small vial from his robes. “Do be a love and have your brother drink this.”

Ginny took the vial from his hand and popped it open. She stepped to Ron’s side and held it up. Ron shook his head, fiercely pressing his lips together. Ginny just cocked her head and watched him. Lucius sighed and moved up behind her. “Mr. Weasley, I would suggest that you take this while Ginny is still in one piece,” he murmured.

Ron hesitated for a moment and Lucius shrugged, pulling up the knife again. “Fine!” Ron burst out. “I’ll take it. Fine. Just don’t…don’t touch her.” He plucked the vial from Ginny’s fingers and downed it in one gulp. He made a face at the overly sweet taste and handed the empty container back to his sister.

Lucius, in turn, took it from her and dropped it back into his robes. “You may sit down, Mr. Weasley,” he said with a smile. “The potion will take a few minutes to take effect.” Ron backed up against the wall and warily sank back into a sitting position. “Very good,” Lucius purred. “And now for the show.” Ron’s eyes widened as the man opened the case behind him and removed a small crop.

“Ginny, love. Do come here.” The girl moved willingly to Lucius’ side and gazed up at him blankly. “Face your brother, sweetness.” She turned to look at Ron again, ignoring the horrified look on her brother’s face.

*Crack*

A pleasure filled moan echoed through the room as Ginny closed her eyes. Lucius made his way around her body, bringing the crop down on random pieces of flesh. A hip first…then her lower back…the flat of her stomach…the curve of her breast. Each crack made Ron flinch. Each moan tore through him as though he were the one enduring the pain of the whip.

Tiny trickles of blood flowed from Ginny’s flesh and red welts criss-crossed her entire body by the time Lucius called his game. Ginny whined in longing as the man put the crop away and Lucius smiled, slapping her hard enough to leave another mark on her arse. She licked her lips hungrily at him. “Yes, dear…you do so love the crop, don’t you?” he asked with a chuckle.

“Now, let’s try something we haven’t done yet, shall we my sweet?” Ginny nodded vigorously…eagerly.

“Please, stop,” Ron whispered. “Please just leave her alone.”

Lucius smiled hugely at him. “Oh, dear boy…you haven’t seen even a tenth of the glories this spell offers. For instance…” he reached back into his back and came up with a piece of metal around the length and circumference of a knitting needle. “I’m sure you know how sensitive a woman’s nipples are, don’t you?” He stood behind the redheaded girl and cupped her right breast in his left hand.

“With this spell, that doesn’t so much change as it mutates.” He placed the pointed tip of the metal rod above the pink areola and pressed. The metal stabbed through the tender flesh with a sickening pop and blood began to seep. Ginny ground her arse into Lucius’ groin, gasping in pleasure. Ron gagged and attempted to rise to his feet again.

This time, he found it impossible. Lucius sighed. “Do sit still, Mr. Weasley. You’ll miss the show. You can’t move anyway. At least not any significant amount. The potion you took is a combination of muscle relaxants…and a lust potion.” Dazzlingly white teeth shone in a feral grin. “You should be feeling that part of the potion quite soon as well.”

Ron tried to force his muscles to obey. The best he got was a limp twitch from his legs and a spastic movement from his arms. Lucius rolled his eyes and went back to Ginny. He made a series of holes surrounding her areola, each about a centimeter apart. Ginny practically writhed in his hands. She moved her fingers to the vee of her legs to try to alleviate the ecstasy but Lucius responded with a gentle lick against her face that had her yelping in pain. Her hands stayed at her sides after that.

Blood streamed from her mangled right breast, painting her stomach a bright vermilion, and Lucius moved on to her left. He repeated his actions, piercing perfectly spaced holes through her skin. As Ginny stood, gasping and wriggling, he tossed the rod back into the case and pulled two small flat pieces of metal from his robes. He carefully inserted a piece through the perforated flesh of Ginny’s areola and settled it directly under her nipple.

She panted at his machinations, at the blood that flowed from her nipples in a dark stream, and then he repeated his actions with her left nipple. When both pieces had been put into position, he cast engorgio. Ron screamed along with Ginny, albeit for an entirely different reason, as the small metal pieces expanded to galleon size, pressing at the tiny strips of flesh left holding her nipples to her body.

The metal shone brightly around the bloodied flesh and Ginny dropped to her knees gasping. She pressed her aching clit against Lucius’ leg and ground down. He kicked her off with a frown of disapproval and she moaned all the more. The older man turned his attention to the gagging younger man. “Well, that was indeed interesting,” he stated. “Don’t you agree?” Ron could only shake his head feebly and let the tears fall.

Lucius sighed and turned back to his bag of tricks, removing a small jar and a paintbrush. “Perhaps you’ll enjoy this then?” He ordered Ginny to lie down, directly in front of Ron. As she obeyed, he knelt and unscrewed the jar. With a pleased smile, he dipped the brush in and came up with a thick, black paste on the end of it. “Watch this,” he winked conspiritally.

With that, he lowered the brush and painted a careful stripe down the center of Ginny’s ivory stomach. She screeched and bucked her hips up desperately. Ron could see the black streak begin to smoke and her flesh to sizzle…and then the smell hit him. He managed to roll to the side before losing his breakfast of porridge and water, but the sizzling noise wouldn’t stop…nor would the stench of burning flesh.

Ginny panted and whined, alternately squeezing her legs together and spreading them wide, begging with her whole body to be fucked. Lucius didn’t seem to mind the smell at all, though he appeared a bit irritated by Ginny’s constant thrashing. Finally he snapped at her to lock her hands in her bloody hair and leave them there. Ron watched in sickened dread as the next painted stripe caused her to tighten her grip enough to tear out a clump of fire-red hair.

Once she realized that that, too, was pleasurable, she contented herself with ripping out the remainder of her once-luxurious locks. Lucius chuckled and rewarded her by painting every spare centimeter of her skull with the black paste, ensuring that the trademark Weasley red would never grow again on Virginia Weasley. When every last bit of the black paste was used, and Ginny resembled some horrific tribal totem, Lucius scourgified her skin. The paste was cleansed away leaving pus filled blisters and bubbled, gnarled skin in its wake.

“Quite the artist, aren’t I?” Lucius preened. Ron didn’t even have the strength to argue. His throat hurt from the bile. His eyes hurt from the tears. His heart hurt from the vision in front of him and he couldn’t decide what was worse: watching Ginny tortured, or watching Ginny enjoy it.

Lucius stepped over her squirming body and moved next to Ron. He reached down and grasped the younger man’s cock, squeezing slightly and jacking him twice. Ron was mortified to see his cock respond. His erection sprang to life, pulsing under the ministrations of Lucius Malfoy, Death Eater and Torturer of Ron’s sister.

Lucius grinned. “I see the potion has taken effect. I’ll give it a few more minutes to really begin working, and then we’ll see about using this lovely thing.” He squeezed Ron’s cock once more and moved away. Ron wanted to die when he heard a needy moan rise from his own throat. “And I have just the thing to occupy those few minutes,” Lucius called over his shoulder.

Ron finally managed to look up as Lucius knelt back down beside Ginny, holding a pair of heavy clamps in his hand. The redhead watched in shock as Ginny willingly opened her lips to Lucius’ prodding and lay there as the clamps ventured into her mouth. A quick jerk, a whimper of pleasure and a spray of blood later and Lucius held up a shiny white fang. Giving Ron a wink, he tossed the tooth to the ground beside him and dove back in to repeat his actions 27 more times.

Ron had a rather surreal thought…he should thank Merlin that Ginny’s wisdom teeth never came in.

As the last tooth fell to the floor, Lucius tossed the clamps into his case. He dragged Ginny, nearly incoherent with lust, over to Ron’s seated body. “Now, I’ve never tried this before, Mr. Weasley,” Lucius purred. “Do tell me how you like it. Ginny, my love. Put that sweet mouth to work and suck your brother off.”

Ron’s eyes widened and he tried to scuttle away. The potion kept his movements to a bare minimum. Then Ginny’s hot mouth closed around his cock and he didn’t even try to move again. Vaguely, he realize he should be disgusted at his actions…but he couldn’t get past the feelings his little sister’s toothless mouth were inspiring in his groin.

Her mouth was warm. Her blood was warmer. There was no irritating rake of teeth, no chance that if he bucked up…and he did…that he’d risk getting pricked by a canine. The blood mixed with her saliva to create a slickened, lubricated path for his cock to take. The ridges from her gums where her teeth had not too long ago resided provided an exciting friction.

Ron was caught up in the sensations, slamming his cock down his sister’s throat, and growling in frustration as Lucius pulled an equally frustrated Ginny off of him. “Oh, no Mr. Weasley,” he chuckled. “We have further use for that lovely piece of meat between your legs. No orgasm quite yet.” He held a strange bit of leather in his hands. It was attached to leather straps and shaped cylindrically. Tiny bits of metal glinted off of it.

Lucius dragged Ron’s arse away from the wall and manhandled him, buckling the leather straps into place. He grasped Ron’s cock and used the blood coating it to ease the leather down over the bulbous head. The leather squeezed Ron’s shaft nicely and left the leaking purple head exposed. Lucius took a moment to amusedly flick the aching member before moving back to watch from a distance.

“Lovely. Now, I think it’s time for you to return the favor your sister bestowed upon you, Mr. Weasley,” Lucius smirked. “Ginny, sit on your brother’s face.”

Ron had just enough time to take a breath before his sister’s ginger curls were burying his nose. He opened his mouth in reflex and got his first taste of Virginia Weasley. She was soaking wet, the evening’s entertainment having primed her to a frenzy. She tasted salty, musky. Ron wanted to cry again.

“Lick her, Mr. Weasley,” came the smooth voice of Lucius Malfoy. “I’m sure you’ll be able to tell what she likes.”

Ron closed his eyes and determinedly stuck out his tongue. If he had to do this, he was bloody well going to make it good for her. The first lick was met with a whimper that sounded nothing like her previous noises. When he took her clit into his mouth and began swirling his tongue around it, he heard her sob. He hesitated, concerned, and then sank his tongue into her vagina, deep as he could reach and laved her inner walls. Another sob and she jerked off of his face.

He glanced up to see Lucius laughing hysterically. “Stupid boy,” the blonde man chortled. “Forget, did we, that pain is pleasure and pleasure…is pain?” Ron looked back at Ginny in dawning agony. She huddled in on herself, shooting accusing glares at him from wet, blue eyes. “Let’s try this again, shall we?” Lucius kicked Ginny in the side and she looked up at him adoringly.

“Get back on him,” he demanded. Ginny slowly complied; giving Ron untrusting looks the whole while. “Now, Mr. Weasley. I want you to wrap your lips around her clitoris,” Lucius smirked. “Then I want you to follow with your teeth. And then…I want you to bite it off.” Ron’s eyes widened and he began shaking his head frantically. Lucius shrugged and produced the knife he’d threatened Ginny with previously.

“Very well,” he said in a bored tone. “Then I suppose you will watch as I slit her throat.”

Ron began trembling but didn’t stop his sister from resuming her place over his mouth. She braced her hands on the wall and looked down reproachfully at him. Ever so slowly, he took her clit back into his mouth. He even managed to place his teeth around it. Then he faltered. He looked up through red curls into the eyes of his baby sister and couldn’t do it.

A silvery blade blocked his eyesight. The blade sank into Ginny’s flesh and she moaned, grinding her clit deeper into his mouth. A line of blood began to drip from the metal and Ron shut his eyes…and bit.

Ginny shrieked. He could feel her orgasm rack through her body, shaking her limbs and causing her nether lips to clench repeatedly onto his chin. His lower face was covered in cum as it gushed from her in waves. He could feel the small nubbin of flesh swimming round in a mouthful of blood and he started to gag. Thankfully, Lucius jerked Ginny off of him just before he lost his stomach contents for the second time that evening.

He lay on his side, staring at the pool of blood and bile…and the tiny piece of his sister’s flesh floating in top. And he cried. A hand chucked under his chin and he looked up into the grey eyes of his torturer. Lucius smiled widely. “Well done, my boy. Now. I think it’s time to make use of that little toy strapped to your cock, hmmm?” Ron didn’t even protest as Lucius rolled him over onto his back again and told Ginny to sit again.

Once again, he found the feelings generated in his cock overwhelmed his common thought process. He recognized that Ginny sank down onto him. He knew that the metal bits had to have cut her because she started groaning and grinding onto him. He knew that every thrust he made into her hot hole caused her more damage…but he couldn’t stop.

He only hoped his reactions were from the lust potion and not from his own sickened mind. Ginny’s cunt sheathed him in warm wetness. He managed to ignore that the wetness was not only from her pleasure earlier, but also from the blood his own cock was drawing. She squeezed her internal muscles down and rode him hard. He felt the orgasm building in his lower stomach, lightening bolts of pleasure shooting through his body.

He closed his eyes and let Ginny fuck herself on him, impale her ripped and ragged body onto his rigid flesh, work herself into another orgasm as he slowly shredded her insides. And then it was upon him. He found it interesting, in the back of his foggy mind, that he couldn’t move when he wanted to escape…but his body overpowered the potion as he came, allowing him to piston his hips, ramming his cock deeper and deeper into his sister. As he came, his vision dimming, he was vaguely aware of a high-pitched wail emanating from above him.

Ron came back to himself a moment later to see Lucius kick an unmoving Ginny off of his cock. The older man was smiling proudly. “Well done, my boy. Well done.” Ron thought that if he had the energy, he might be sick again from the tone…but unfortunately, he had none. “She’s out. Perhaps from the blood loss, perhaps from an overdose of pleasure.”

Lucius actually rubbed his hands together. “I feel my experiments today were well worth my time. Don’t you agree?” Ron could only moan and try to turn away. Lucius crouched down beside him, careful to keep his knees out of the pools of blood. “You know, dear boy,” he said softly. “She’s not good for anything at all now, but for a pain slave.” Another grin followed Ron’s anguished moan. “And she has you to thank for it all. I may have ruined her looks, but you…oh dear boy, you ruined her very femininity.”

Lucius traced his finger down Ron’s cheek. “You took her only source of release away. You ruined her inside and out. She’ll never feel womanly pleasures again. At least,” he chuckled, “from unspelled sex. She’s sure to feel a great deal of pleasure should she be under muto responsum again. Perhaps I’ll call for you when she’s had a chance to heal up and you can play with her again. Would you like that?”

He laughed. “No? I understand. You only did all of this to her to keep her alive,” he nodded sympathetically. “And very Gryffindor of you to do so. Now, all we need to do is keep her off of the calming potions for a bit and she’ll come back to reality and thank you for sparing her life.” Lucius looked thoughtful. “Though, perhaps when she comes back to herself, she’ll wish she was dead. Hmmm, interesting.”

Ron whimpered, tears obscuring his vision. And Lucius laughed again. “You know the best part of this entire experience, Mr. Weasley?” he questioned, then leaned down to whisper in Ron’s ear. “I gave her a fertility potion as well. Won’t that be lovely? A new generation of malleable, freshly innocent Weasleys. A beautiful untainted canvas and me…with years and years to plan just how I want to sully it.”