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Post by DANNA DEVILLE on Nov 23, 2012 15:15:15 GMT -5
When Danna first emerged from the basement after a long day of wearing herself out sexually with one Galen Cross, she had been in a good mood. Her children had been there to tease her plenty about all of the noise. Christian made many a blatant suggestion as to how he could do her better, Hailey joked about trying Galen out herself, and Richard swore up and down that the whole country knew what she had been up to. Only Cassie seemed to be in a rotten mood about it all, but she chalked that up to her missing her father. It was almost as if her daughter thought she was cheating on Jesse. Not only was he dead, but they hadn't really been together in over a decade. And that was even pretending that Danna was monogamous. It wasn't enough to bring down her spirits. Richard had taken care of a few of their enemies, Christian had gained support of a few new allies, and Hailey had even reconnected with old allies who had survived Amsterdam.
It was only that night, lying wide awake in bed, that it hit her. Something was very much wrong concerning Galen Cross. Her relationships with Paul and Jesse had always been complicated, especially when emotion figured into the equation. Love was a curse, and it was something she never wanted to feel. Love made you weak. But neither relationship with either man had left her feeling so loss, so out of herself. There were no feelings there for the man. She hated him, if anything. Loathed him for killing Jesse. But he was so different from everyone else, in mostly infuriating ways. But most notably he was so different from every other lover she'd had. They connected, physically, on a higher level than she could ever remember experiencing. Even now, out of his presence for several hours, she yearned for him.
Danna remembered it all so well. His musky scent, the taste of salty flesh, the feel of him inside of her, the sound of his voice, the sight of him below her and above her, and all around her. The memories were hazy, as she was so out of her right mind at the time. And that was the point. He had gotten to her. He had really, really gotten to her in a way no one else ever had. Sex wasn't supposed to be dangerous. But she had lost herself in that desire and that pleasure. Her prized self control had snapped. There had been no restraint, only taking and giving as much of themselves as they could have. She remembered every orgasm, how they were torn from her body against her will, so intense and overwhelming it literally scared her. It had petrified her. In the dark of her own room, her cheeks flamed at the thought. She had begged him for more when she herself had sworn up and down to give him nothing until he begged her. Despite his degrading words to her she had thrown herself at him without a care in the world. Danna had surrendered so much of herself to him. Not her heart, which was her only comfort this night, but everything else. Her mind and her body. He consumed her. Because even now, horrified as she was by what had taken place, she still thought of him, still craved his body.
By the time morning rolled around she had barely slept, haunted by visions of their time together and the things she still wanted so badly to try with him. For the first time in a long time she took a potion to wake herself, keeping her energy strong. As she dressed for the day she was lost in thought. Merlin, how badly she wanted to go down there and lick every inch of his flesh, pleading with him to take her again. Her face heated up, cheeks burning red at the thought. Danna glowered at her reflection in the mirror, fingers trembling as she raised her hand to touch her inflamed cheeks. Cursing under her breath, she turned on the faucet and splashed cold water into her face.
He was getting the best of her, and it couldn't continue.
No matter how good he was in the sack, she would have to stop fucking him. For three months she had tortured him, and she could go back to it with no problem. Taking a deep breath, she stood tall, examining herself in the mirror. She was Danna Regine Deville and no one had any sort of hold over her. She was completely in control over every aspect of her life--herself, others, the world. This was a piece of cake. She was the most powerful witch in the world and she would make him suffer for all he had done.
From her room on the top floor to the basement she moved swiftly, ignoring the amused looks and the wolf whistles from her older children as she passed them. They wouldn't be getting any sort of show today.
The chains connected to the walls, binding him, had been loosened enough to allow him free range over half of the basement, though not allow him anywhere near her weapons. For now she'd leave it, give him his freedom for a while longer. It wasn't as if there was much he could do and the moment she willed it, the chains would retract, holding him firm against the wall.
As she descended the staircase, she only spared him a glance before heading over to her wall, fingering the various whips, canes, floggers, and various other tools for torture. Gently she pulled the cat out from among the others, fingering the nine tails, before letting it fall back on the hook. That was one she hadn't used in a while. Sucking in a quiet, deep breath she turned with a grin to Galen. "Tell me, what would you like for me to do to you today?"
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Post by GALEN CROSS on Nov 23, 2012 16:01:09 GMT -5
 Galen could not believe what had just happened to him.
It had all started the night before last, when Danna had come down to the basement, not with the intention to torture him, but to seduce him. Galen had fought her hard, determined not to give up his faithfulness to Jolene, and it had taken her a while to get him to the point where all he wanted was release. Galen had held out as long as he could, resisting her advances and making her believe that she wasn't doing anything at all to him. At the beginning it was true. He didn't see her as a person, but as a monster, an evil to be exterminated. He didn't want anything to do with her at all, and had said as much, but she'd kept going, reminding him that he hadn't come in three months, and eventually it was too much. He'd fucked her senseless, waking up to find her next to him the next morning, where part of him returned to himself. It was enough for him to try and push her away, but in the end their chemistry was too much for either one of them to resist. They'd spent all day fucking, doing things that Galen had never even thought of. It had all been so blissful, so perfect. He could remember all the hazy details, the sounds of her moaning, the heat and sheer quantity of her wetness, the desperate need for more long after his cock was sore and aching and his balls were empty. It had been insane.
That was exactly why it could never happen again. Galen had come to that conclusion the previous night, after he and Danna had awoken from their afternoon nap to fuck each other well into the night. Eventually she'd left to go upstairs, and only as her presence faded from his quarters did Galen realize what a huge mistake he had made. She'd taken his control and shattered it, making him think of nothing but her and their shared pleasure. Galen hadn't thought about Jolene once yesterday, and it killed him. Not only did it make him feel guilty as a husband, but as an Auror it was unacceptable. He had a job to do here. Had he forgotten why he was chained up in this revolting hovel in the first place? He'd killed Jesse Mercer, Danna Deville's real lover, and she was hell bent on revenge. Letting himself go like that was playing right into her hands. She could have killed him yesterday, and Galen would have been too out of himself to even care. He had a family to get back to, a life to protect. No evil witch was going to get in his way.
Galen tried to keep his anxiety down as he awaited Danna's inevitable arrival. It was later in the morning than it had been yesterday. Good. It gave him more time to gather his thoughts, calm down, and work out how he was going to go on from here. When the door to the basement finally opened, Galen glanced up to her, careful to keep his expression blank and unreadable. He didn't want her to know what he was thinking until he knew where she stood.
Danna went immediately to her collection of whips and floggers, and Galen couldn't find it in himself to be surprised. What he actually was was relieved. He'd take broken bones and lacerations over mindless fucking any day. So what if their chemistry made every touch feel like food to a starving man? There were things in this world that were very bad, but felt very good. Otherwise, it would be easy to remain honorable, but few people achieved it.
Danna turned to him, addressing him for the first time, asking him what he'd like her to do to him today. Galen fought not to roll his eyes, instead leveling his gaze at her while he replied.
"How about the usual? Let me go, or get the fuck out. You've had your fun. The whole neighborhood knows it," he spat, feeling so relieved as that old hatred for her came roaring back.
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Post by DANNA DEVILLE on Nov 23, 2012 16:46:21 GMT -5
When she had resolved to go back to torturing Galen, she hadn't really spared much of a thought as to how he'd react this morning, where his mind would be. After yesterday, she had been expecting something a little different form his harsh words. Disappointment coursed through her, though she wasn't entirely surprised. The man was stubborn as hell, and without his cock to distract him, he was just as stupid as ever. He could pretend he didn't want her all he wanted, but she knew better. Only this time around she wasn't going to bed him to prove it. She couldn't. Yesterday had already been wasted by the endless fucking, as wonderful as it had been. Danna swallowed hard, forcing the thoughts out of her head. They'd do her no good now.
"I'm not the only one who enjoyed themselves, Galen, and you would do best to remember that," she said icily, turning back to her weapons. The belt might be a nice place to start. The buckle was heavy enough to do serious damage if she wasn't careful. "My neighbors are no stranger to odd noises coming from this house, least of all cries of ecstasy," she said, moaning the last part dramatically, body undulating, throwing her head back to cry out loudly, dragging her hands down her front, rubbing at her breasts before sliding down her stomach. Her lower regions clenched eagerly, but she ignored any thought of arousal. She stood up straight, slowly licked her lips, and smirked at him. The more he thought it possible she had faked all of her enjoyment yesterday the better. Or if he even thought that all that had happened was unremarkable on her end. As 'special' as the whole thing had been, a real rarity for her, he did not need to know it. Hell, Danna didn't want to know it herself.
Screw the belt. She'd use the cat. There was one made of barbed wire that was tempting, but she didn't want to jump straight into that sort of damage. Instead she chose the nearest one, flat braided tails, big knots, made of thick bull hide. It would hurt a lot, and it was the perfect starting point. Not too easy, but not as harsh as she could be. Pulling it from the hook, she slapped it lightly into her hand as she approached him. Instead of having the chains slam him back into the wall, she used her magic to shift them around so that they moved up the wall, to the ceiling, then tightened them so that his arms and legs were spread wide, allowing little room for movement by now, while leaving every inch of his body free for her to damage.
"What do you think your prudish wife would think if she had seen what we did yesterday? If she even knew half the things we did," she whispered as she paused right in front of him, nearly touching. Merlin, she wanted to touch him badly, kiss him deeply, strip herself naked. "What would your superiors think about such unprofessional behavior on your end? What would your children think if they knew all about Daddy's recent kinky fuckery? Huh? Friends? Family? I bet they would be so proud to see you surrender to someone as heinous as me. I'm the bad guy, Galen. I've done terrible horrible things to a lot of people, you included. And still, after being tortured by me for three months it didn't take much for you at all to give in. I know you must have missed pussy a bit, but I honestly expected more from you."
The cat was heavy in her hand as she reared her arm back, bringing it forward to slap into his side. "You try to portray yourself as this impeccable man, this perfect hero. The Gryffindor, the Auror, who wants to bring justice protect the world from all evil. You want to be that idealistic character, some kind of Hercules or Prince Charming for even Harry Fucking Potter," she murmured, reaching out to trail her fingers over the reddened skin where the tails had licked. "The good father, the good husband...The epitome of all morality, right? The prime example for all the world to take notice of. Only you're not so perfect, are you? In fact, I think you're a little fucked up. You've been captured by a very Dark family, Galen. You've been tortured for months on end. You should be thinking about escape, possible revenge. You should have your mind set on all of the terrible things you'll do to me once your free. You'll escape and have me arrested and blah blah blah. That Order of Merlin, First Class will be yours in no time! But instead, you let yourself be seduced. It's not hard to say no, Galen. If you really didn't want me, you wouldn't have kissed me. You wouldn't have pinned me to the floor and fucked me. You wouldn't have touched me. And even if your hormones were that out of control by then, it would not have gone on as long as it did. You wanted me. You wanted to be inside of me more than you wanted to punish me. More than you wanted to escape. More than you wanted to protect the world. More than you wanted to honor your marriage and your family.
"The chains were loose, Cross. You could have tried to strangle me or hit me or something. You could have pushed me away. But you didn't. You gave in, didn't you?" Circling him, she raised the cat to slam it into his back. "You put up a noble fight. Was that just for show? But you see, if I was really as horrible as you say I am, you would never have gotten that aroused. It doesn't matter what I did. You're not a teenager, Galen. You're getting old. You have a wife that you claim is so beautiful, so much more attractive than me, better than me...and I am this evil demon who is hellbent on ruining your life. Nothing should have been able to get to you. Not in the situation you were in. But it did, for some reason. Blame me all you want, but your the one who couldn't seem to think with the head on his shoulders rather than the one between his legs. You're the one who fucked up.
"I have to admit, that played perfectly into my plan. I know how your kind work. The ones who want so badly to be good people. But don't, for one second, try to convince yourself that this wasn't entirely your fault," Danna said. "This wasn't me. I didn't rape you. You could have said no. But you didn't. You cheated on your wife. Your pretty, faithful, good wife, mother of your children. You betrayed her. You gave yourself to another woman." She rubbed her hands over the redness of his back, unable to resist leaning forward to nuzzle his spine, arms wrapping around his waist. This was bad. So very bad. She kissed his flesh, tongue darting out to taste that salty skin. No, she couldn't do this. Couldn't give in again. Not when she was making such a grand speech about his lack of self control. Reluctantly she pulled away, walking around to face him again. "How do you think she'll feel, Galen? Do you think she'll forgive you? Will she be angry?" Danna smirked. "But that's not like Jolene, is it? She's not a very passionate woman. It won't enrage her as it should. It'll hurt her, won't it? She'll cry, won't she? It will break her heart. And what's worse is she'll blame herself, won't she? She'll apologize to you for not being a good enough wife to keep your interest. She'll work so much harder to please you, to be the wife you deserve." She said this all mockingly, terribly disgusted by the dull, goody-two-shoes housewife of the Auror. She had never met Jolene, but she had seen and heard enough about her to think she had a fairly good idea of how the woman would work.
And reminding Galen of all of the reasons he should feel guilty was exactly what she needed.
"You deserve to be punished, don't you think?" she asked, slapping the cat to his leg now. "Say it. Tell me how much you deserve to be punished for your sins. Ask me for more. Beg me to do worse, because we both know you deserve it."
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Post by GALEN CROSS on Nov 23, 2012 18:04:21 GMT -5
Danna started out by reminding him that he wasn't the only one to enjoy himself, and she dragged her hands down her body to play with her breasts, sliding them over her stomach and pulling away before she reached her sex. Galen glared at her. She was just trying to work him up after yesterday, and he couldn't deny that watching her, hearing her brought back a very fresh spark of memory to him. All the times she had gotten herself off yesterday, at his request or on her own, rubbing herself furiously and crying out as he pounded into her. Galen shoved the thoughts away as forcibly as he could. None of it mattered. It was over, and it would never happen again. He would never think of it again. It had just been another trick.
Danna started in on him right away, tightening his chains while she paused in front of him, bringing Jolene into the mix. She knew how guilty he would feel, knew that he would hate himself for losing control, and she was playing off of it. But she wasn't the only one. She could try and make him believe whatever she wanted, but even someone as relatively inexperienced as Galen knew better than that. No woman could fake orgasms like she had yesterday. She'd lost control and given everything to him, and there was no way he was going to let her pretend that it didn't happen.
She reared back with the whip, slamming it into his body. Galen hissed against the pain, welcoming it far more than any kiss. Vile, putrid monster. Evil fucking maggot. He hated her, hated her, and she would die with his hands around her neck, if it was the last thing Galen ever did.
Danna was pulling out all the stops right from the get go. His family, his job, his honor. Everything that was the most important to him. He didn't give her the satisfaction of a single sound while she hit him again, cris-crossing stripes over his back. She carried on and on, hot fury boiling in Galen's stomach and drowning out a good deal of the things she said. He felt her lips touch his back, felt the swipe of her tongue across his skin, her saliva mixing with his blood and his sweat. It was enough to send tingles through his body, and it made him furious. He hated her for what she had done to him, what she was doing to him now. He hated his body for betraying him and giving her anything at all to use against him. Galen grit his teeth while she continued on about Jolene, slapping her whip into his leg, ordering him to beg her for more.
"That's your department," he growled, glaring furiously at her, pink-red welts hot on his skin. "You were here before I even woke up, pressing yourself up against me, giggling happily and asking if I would kiss you again. You brought me breakfast and everything, going to all these great lengths just because I used you the night before to get myself off. You act like I should have resisted, should have been stronger, should have done all of these things. I might be old, but I'm a man, Danna. I'm going to get myself off, and that's exactly where you came in, all too willingly, I might add.
"You were practically begging me for it before I even woke up. You kissed me first, even after I told you to get out, that I didn't want you. And when you did anyway, I thought that hell, maybe I'd do it again. Maybe I wouldn't have a chance to get off in a while, why not just enjoy myself? And if you were just trying to make a point, why didn't you stop? I was done after I came the first time. I'd gotten what I wanted from you. It was you who sucked me down like you hadn't had cock in a decade. You had to work to get me hard again because you were too caught up in it. You lost control, Danna, your precious self-control and power that you spend so much time convincing everyone is so legendary, that you don't have any time to make it actually worth what you make it out to be. You're the one who stuffed it back inside you and begged me to tell you how I wanted to take you.
"Why all day, Danna? Hmmm? Why did you fuck me all day until you passed out, in every single hole of your body, begging me for more all the while? You were just trying to make a point, weren't you? That you could have me if you wanted. The problem was that once you had me, you couldn't get enough. You even said as much. That seems a bit far to go for a trick to accomplish a goal that was long over. So I did what you wanted, used you as my cumdumpster, and you fucking ate it up. I didn't beg you for shit, I told you what I wanted you to do. And you fucking did it. You can't even say that all you wanted was to come, because I told you not to do that, and you held it off for me as long as you could. You did half the work all day, fucking yourself for me because I asked you to. All I had to do was get myself off while you screamed and mewled and begged like you were in heat.
"As for my wife, I have no idea why you're so worried about her. What, you think you can't compare to her? You'd be right. Because she's more to me than just a piece of ass, Danna. She's my wife, and when I get the fuck out of here and tell her everything that's happened, she's not going to scream or cry or apologize to me. She's going to throw her arms around me and thank Merlin that I came home all right, the way she does every time. She's going to thank her lucky stars that I was keeping you too busy to set your mindless spawn on her by fucking you senseless. Maybe she'll be a bit upset, but she'll get over it. She's my wife, Danna. You? You're my fucking whore," he spat, loving the rage that coursed through him, feeling so much more like himself as he looked at her like she was a pile of dog shit he'd had the misfortune to step in.
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Post by DANNA DEVILLE on Nov 23, 2012 18:44:10 GMT -5
Galen had plenty to say. Of course he did. He couldn't just leave well enough alone. He went on and on about how much of a whore she was, and all she could do was laugh. The amusement wasn't deep. Everything inside of her was frozen, mind reeling with the humiliation. She had fucked up big time. And she would pay the price. But he was not going to get away with this. The embarrassment, reminding her so much of all the things she'd been thinking that morning. She hated herself. She was disgusted with herself.
"I'm a damn good whore, at least," she said with a smirk. "I am that way for good reason. I've taken many lovers, men and women alike, over the years. You seem to be under the impression that you're special or something. You, Mr. Inexperienced Practically Virgin Boy? No, you're part of my game. What good does one fuck do? Oh, you fuck a man once he has all sorts of excuses. It was a mistake, you tricked me, you did this or that. But you can't wave off ecstasy like yesterday, my friend. But if you want to think you got to me, feel free to. I know how hard it must be to suffer at my hands daily. You need something to cling onto, some hope that you have something over me. And that's fine. I don't mind. Because I know the truth. I've been playing this game for a long time, Mr. Cross. I'm the master of this game. I've been capturing, torturing, and killing people since my teen years. Nothing you say or do will ever change that."
As for Jolene...Oh, Danna couldn't say anything about her. She knew it was a bad idea. The worst of her life. But his comments nagged her, pushed so hard she couldn't leave well enough alone. "As for your wife...How can you be so sure? Tell me, have you ever fucked your villains before? Do you make a habit of distracting criminals with your dick? I thought Aurors were supposed to have better weapons in their arsenal than that."
Jolene needed to die. She wanted her dead. She wanted to rip that fiery red hair right out of her head, gouge out those pretty doe eyes, rip her face to unrecognizable shreds. No one was a match for Danna Deville. The woman wasn't as pretty, not as sexy, not as experienced, and facing an extreme lack of personality and passion. She was the dull, dutiful housewife type. Galen could pretend he preferred his wife all he wanted, but Danna knew better. Danna was so much better than that.
"It does make me sad that you make our time together sound so dirty," she said with a pout. "When you called me baby...saying my name the way you did...I could have sworn it meant something to you." She purred, pressing her chest to his, grabbing his hips and pressing hers against him. She was used to these games, and kept forgetting that any hint of sexual contact between them was far too tempting. Before she knew it, her tongue was running along his collarbone and the space between her legs was starting to feel damp. Slowly she forced herself to pull away, biting her lip with a grin. This was part of her game. She did this all the time with all sorts of prisoners. There was no need to panic or make it seem like something it wasn't.
Danna shivered in excitement, raising the cat. "You know, as fun as you are in the midst of pleasure, I like you much better writhing in pain."
She brought it down harder than before, raining lashes down onto his chest, his hip, legs, arms, everywhere she could reach, nonstop for several minutes. On the last slap she brought it back, catching the tails in her hand, holding them straight then pressing it to his neck. "You've never been introduced to my cat before, have you? I don't know why. It used to be one of my favorite weapons...But I suppose I own so much of everything else, these tend to become forgotten among them. How are you liking it so far? Do you want more?"
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Post by GALEN CROSS on Nov 23, 2012 20:17:14 GMT -5
Danna laughed at him, just as Galen suspected that she would, but it didn't do much to dull his anger when she did. She didn't even deny that she was his whore, only saying that she was a damn good one. She wanted him to believe that it was all part of her game, that she did this all the time with everyone, and that he wasn't special at all. Whether or not that was true, she'd still given too much yesterday for him to believe it completely, or to let her wave it off like that. She wanted to make him believe that he hadn't gotten to her, when nothing she said or did could convince him otherwise.
"It goes both ways, baby," he sneered, mockingly repeating the name he had so stupidly used yesterday. "If I can't wave off ecstasy like that, neither can you. You came so many more times than I did, always begging me for more until you physically couldn't take it. We did everything we could think of before it all became too much, and I will gladly admit to you that I'd never done anything even close to all of that with Jolene. I'll also gladly admit that even so, I'd rather it had been her, in "boring" old missionary position, than you any day. She wasn't here. That is the only reason anything happened, and don't forget it."
Danna went on, asking him how he knew Jolene would react the way he said, asking if he made a practice of fucking the villains he went after. Galen just rolled his eyes. He'd only been married to Jolene since almost before he graduated, that was how he knew. "I have perfectly good weapons at my disposal," he told her. "You might remember that I sent one of them into the throat of your darling Jesse. I bet you're wishing he was here right now, don't you? Here to fall at your feet and worship you like the goddess you think you are, for someone to actually make you his first choice."
Danna pulled herself next to him, pressing herself flush against him, and Galen pushed his head forward, eyes dropping from her own down to her lips, his own only a few millimeters away while she pouted, pretending to be upset that he hadn't meant the things he said yesterday, calling her baby and such things.
"If you really thought I meant it, then you fell for my tricks," he whispered into her mouth, everything within him screaming for him to just close the distance and kiss her as deeply as he wanted to. But that was the deception talking, and he had to resist, he had to. She was rubbing her hips against him, and he swore he could feel the heat coming off of her, but thank Merlin she pulled away, raising that wretched cat of nine tails.
He took the lashes without a single sound or wince. They sliced at his body, never cutting his skin, only leaving angry red welts in their wake. He would never give her the pleasure of hearing him make a sound, much less writhing in pain from her attacks, even as she rained down the lashes without pause for several minutes. She finally stopped for a moment, holding it against his neck, asking him if he wanted more. As if he'd ever admit to that. Galen had no words for her, not even a roll of his eyes, only a wad of saliva to spit into her face.
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Post by DANNA DEVILLE on Nov 23, 2012 20:50:43 GMT -5
They needed to stop talking about their day of passion, before it really tipped her over the edge. It was hard to keep her stance, keep her smirk in place when he reminded her of all they shared, only stopping when they absolutely could not go on any more. He finished it off by saying how he'd prefer his vanilla fun with Jolene over anything with her, to which she rolled her eyes. "Do you really think you'll be able to stick it in that useless, lifeless lump and enjoy it ever again? You can say you will all you want right now, but the minute you slip into her bed again, all you'll be able to think about is me and what I gave you. That, dear sir, is a promise."
Her smirk was wiped away the moment he brought up Jesse. Yes, the reminder that he was Jesse's murderer. Just what she needed.
"Jesse wasn't ever the only one to do that for me," Danna remarked coldly. "I don't need him and I don't need you for me to know just how great I am. You have no clue who you're dealing with, and that's going to be your downfall, Mr. Cross. Being a nuisance in my torture chamber won't do you or anyone else any good."
Despite all of the frustration he gave her, none was more infuriating than the lust still stirring within her. Being near him, touching him, it was amazing she managed to keep from having at him right now. She wanted to. More than anything, she wanted to take him again, anywhere and anyhow she could. Her breath caught in her throat when he whispered against her lips, and her body nearly melted against him, even if his words weren't the kindest. It was a struggle to keep her eyes on his, not letting them fall to his delicious mouth or that scrumptious body. She wanted to kiss him senseless, tongue exploring every inch of his mouth, touching every inch of his body with her hands. Danna wanted him inside of her, filling her everywhere. The heat was scorching and she licked her lips, backing away before she could do anything stupid. Swallowing hard, she knew she should say something, come back with some witty retort, but had nothing but the weapon in her hand, physically lashing out when her verbal abilities, for once, failed her.
When she pushed the cat into his neck, she pushed for more. He knew what she wanted. She wanted to hear him beg her to hit him. Instead he spat into her face. Danna blinked, then smirked, reaching up to swipe the saliva from her cheek, trailing it over his nearest wound. "You shouldn't be so rude. Didn't anyone ever teach you manners?"
She wanted to kiss him. Punch him. Kill him. Lick him. Breathing deeply, she stepped back, returning to her wall of weapons, replacing the flat braid and plucking out the barbed wire cat. She would make him scream and bleed to make him pay for all he had done. Marching back over to him, she raised the cat, bringing it down hard on his chest.
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Post by GALEN CROSS on Nov 23, 2012 21:22:36 GMT -5
He could only smirk as Danna promised that he would never again know pleasure with Jolene after being with her. Galen and Jolene shared so much more than he and Danna ever would, and that was just something that she would never understand. She could be as sexy as she wanted, take him in as many positions as possible, beg him for more and meet all of his dirty demands, but Jolene was the love of his life. They'd been together for almost as long as Galen could remember, and he still loved her to this day. Certainly enough to resist Danna, and to miss Jolene every day that he spent in the evil witch's presence.
Except for that one day.
Galen felt the guilt push through him again, and he shoved it back, not letting anything show on his face. Danna was boasting again about how she was adored by all; she didn't need Jesse and she didn't need him to know how great she was. Galen just shrugged. If it made her happy to think so, but he knew it didn't. She wouldn't rest until everyone acknowledged her, and Galen thinking any less of her than she thought of herself was going to drive her insane. And yet, there was nothing she could do, and they both knew it. That would probably drive her the craziest of all.
Galen's next move nearly backfired as he pressed himself close to her, feeling every inch of her body against his naked one, their lips so close to touching as he whispered into her mouth. He'd forgotten what he'd said as soon as the words were gone, only knowing how badly he wanted to kiss her, and how much he absolutely could not. It was imperative that he didn't give her anything, not a touch, not a kiss, not a scream. That was all that mattered in this moment, but it nearly wasn't enough until she pulled away.
Danna demanded for him to beg her to beat him, something she had to know would never, ever happen. Galen spit into her face, and she just wiped it away, remarking about how rude he was and hadn't anyone taught him any manners? "Of course they did, the only problem is that they also taught me a person has to deserve them," he retorted, glaring at her as she went to retrieve another weapon. "And I don't see any point in treating you as anything more than what you are."
The next whip was nearly identical to the first, only this one was embedded with barbed wire. She reared it back and brought it down, scratching nine lines across his chest that began to drip blood down over his stomach. Galen didn't make a sound.
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Post by DANNA DEVILLE on Nov 23, 2012 21:52:56 GMT -5
He had to be made of stone. Danna had been so sure the barbed wire cat would be enough to get something out of him, but he remained silent. She was both impressed and furious. Grasping the handle tightly, she leaned forward to lick away his blood, then standing back to hit him again. And again. And again. It wasn't long before his chest was covered in angry red lines, dripping with blood. Merlin, she wanted to brand him, carve her name into his flesh. She wanted him to scream and shout and beg for mercy. How could she do anything when he gave her nothing? Even her most stubborn victims responded to the pain. This was all so very new to her. Why didn't he just scream for her? As she continued to throw the whip, she moved around him, letting the tails fall into his sides and arms and legs and hips, dragging the points further across him as she moved to his back, raining fresh blows down there. She swung it away from him for a moment, watching the tails fly around in a circle, listening to the metal whoosh in the air, drops of blood flying onto him, her face, the floor, and the walls. Then, after a moment, without stopping, she brought her arm down to strike it across his back again, dragging it across the flesh until the wire broke free.
As with the other, she paused after several minutes, pressing her chest to his back, wrapping the cat around his neck, pulling him back to her. The wire bit into her palm as she grasped the end of the tails tightly, but she didn't care, barely noticed the pain as she hissed into his ear. "You just can't stop these stupid games of yours, can you? What do you have to gain by being so goddamn stubborn? I will tear you and your family apart because I can. Everything would be fine if you would just give me what I want. I want you to beg. I want you to ask for it. You're my toy and you're going to have to start learning how to play my game if you want any hope protecting the things that matter to you the most."
With that she let go, tossing the cat aside and striding back over to her wall. "Ask me nicely to beat you with...whatever weapon you'd prefer. And then I want you to tell me why I'm punishing you. And if you can't, you're going to get a lot worse than this. I swear it."
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Post by GALEN CROSS on Nov 23, 2012 22:40:58 GMT -5
Galen had to tense everything within him, forcing himself not to shiver when Danna leaned forward to lick the blood from his chest. He didn't meet her eyes, didn't look at her at all, only hanging there as she lashed at him again, again, again, raining merciless blows down on his body that scratched him open everywhere. Blood trickled from each of his wounds, covering him in bright red, lines cris-crossing over his body. She moved around his side to his back, whipping him there for what felt like hours. Every inch of him was covered in cuts and lacerations, and blood and sweat was dripping down onto the floor. His forehead beaded with it, the front of his hair wet with perspiration. He bit his cheek, his tongue, his lip, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth. He would not scream for her, wouldn't make a single sound.
Danna pressed herself against his back, pulling his head back as she wrapped the cat around his neck, pulling him towards her to hiss into his ear. Galen stared straight ahead, shaking in rage as she threatened him. He would lose everything before he gave into her. He would die with her never having broken him. It didn't matter what she did, because that was the only thing that mattered to him.
She let him go, and he slumped forward, head hanging, sides heaving as he panted, blood dripping onto the floor. Danna ordered him to beg her, to ask her to beat him with one of her weapons, and to explain to her why he was being punished. She threatened that things would get worse for him, but Galen didn't care. He didn't care what she did.
"I will never beg for you," he rasped, voice hoarse with the stinging pain all over his body as his sweat seeped into his bleeding wounds.
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Post by DANNA DEVILLE on Nov 23, 2012 23:18:12 GMT -5
He wouldn't beg for her. Never. The words rang in her ears and she just stared at him for several moments. Stubborn as fuck. The only person more stubborn than him was her. In fact, the comparison was startling. Danna would literally die than surrender her pride, and she could see Galen doing just that. Only she didn't really want him dead. She wanted him to suffer for all of this inner turmoil he was putting her through.
Eye twitching, Danna murmured. "We'll just see about that. Imperio," she hissed. It was hard to do wandless, so she didn't bother trying to make it nonverbal. Grasping the wall, she stared into his face, pushing everything she could into the spell. It's alright. Just say the words. 'Please cane me, Danna. Please. Just beg. Everything will be so good if you just ask for it. It will end soon. Nothing bad has to happen. Just ask. Galen was stubborn as fuck, he must have some mild resistance to the spell. But Danna was stronger than him. Her willpower was more powerful than his. She would have him begging and screaming and bowing at her feet whether he wanted it to or not.
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Post by GALEN CROSS on Nov 24, 2012 0:07:39 GMT -5
Danna just stared at him, the silence taking over for several moments. Galen held her eyes, not caring that blood was running into the right one from where the cat had caught his brow. He would not ever, ever, bow to Danna or to anyone else. Galen had his dignity and his pride, and he'd never surrender.
Danna muttered a challenge under her breath, hissing the Imperious Curse onto him. Immediately Galen's pain began to fade away, leaving him feeling so light, Danna's words floating through his head. All he had to do was ask for her to cane him. That wasn't so bad. He'd been caned before and come out of it fine. It would be over soon anyway, and if she kept him under the spell he probably wouldn't even feel it. He wouldn't have to feel his current pain either, only this light airiness...
Galen clenched his teeth, holding on tightly to the pain in his body, arching his back to stretch the wounds and feel more of it. Merlin, Danna's will was strong, battling against his own, the two of them so evenly matched that Galen thought he might rip in half. "Danna," he gasped. Just beg her. That was all he had to do to make it end.
NO! his mind screamed at him, over and over and over as he pushed against the feeling, holding onto that pain, pulling it back, feeling it become more and more intense. "Never," he repeated, saying the word immediately again, feeling himself coming back. Thank God for his Auror training and his stubbornness. "No. Never," he panted, the wretched curse almost entirely out of his mind now, and he was determined not to let it back in.
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Post by DANNA DEVILLE on Nov 24, 2012 13:10:28 GMT -5
She smirked as he gasped her name. She was getting to him. It was in his eyes, in the way he spoke her name, in his posture, in everything. Almost there...So close...Never. Her eyes widened as the word left his mouth. Not the begging, not the pleading, not anything she wanted from him. She felt as though she had been doused in ice water. What in the world? It was possible to resist the Imperius Curse, but it wasn't easy. Especially faced against people like Danna, or even the Dark Lord. They had both been practicing Dark curses for decades, had plenty of practice with all three Unforgivable Curses. And he was telling her no? He was refusing her?
They'd just have to see about that.
If she weakened his body enough, then played in his mind, she could hold him down enough to get in. But she had been hurting him to no avail. Even her cat hadn't done much to break his resolve. Welts, bruises, and cuts all decorated his body, but he hadn't once screamed, hadn't begged for her to stop. Galen had a lot of self control, knew how to shield himself against physical and mental blows. It took a lot of brain power to be able to remain nearly unresponsive during such excruciating physical pain. Danna had never known anyone who could do it. But she herself had faced such circumstances before. Mostly in her youth, creating so many enemies in California. Danna knew how it worked. He was so much like her, more so than he would ever admit, more so than she herself wanted to see herself. It was breakable. No one's mind could withstand everything, and Danna would use everything in her power to get anything out of him.
So despite not liking the use of this curse, not when she was so adept at other forms of torture, she stared into his face, into his eyes, drawing on all of her strength before hissing, "Crucio!" And she held it. In 1981 Bellatrix and Rodolphus Lestrange and Barty Crouch Jr. had tortured Auror Frank Longbottom and his wife Alice so much with the Cruciatus, held them under for so long, they had gone insane. It only took a few minutes. But with his strength, she was sure she wouldn't be able to break his mind in just that time. Danna moved closer, eyes never leaving him, pushing all of herself into the curse. There was no escaping the Cruciatus. It was all consuming. It wasn't one slash through the chest, one hit to the back, it was everywhere. White hot fire. She shivered as she recalled her own experiences under the curse, eyes narrowing as she felt the rage the experience had inspired within her. No one took her down. No one got the best of her.
She was Danna Deville. She was Danna Regine Deville and no one was a match for her strength. Not for her physical strength or magical or mental. Her pride and her stubbornness and her determination outweighed anyone else's. No matter how good Galen was, she was better. He would not humiliate her. He would bow before her, he would call her mistress, and he would beg for her to hit him. He would beg for the punishment he had coming for killing Jesse, for all of the terrible things he said and thought about her. He would pay. He would scream and he would beg for mercy. He would beg for death and she wouldn't give it to him.
It felt free. Just thinking of it all destroyed any fears, any doubts, and she was just free, all of her energy and power coursing through her veins. She breathed in deeply, confidently. Danna wanted him to hurt and he would.
Double casting was hard, nearly impossible without a wand. She wouldn't even try, not now. It would be enough if it was quick. So the moment she dropped the Cruciatus she hissed, "Legilimens." To break into his mind, to look for anything she could. Any bad memories. Traumatizing memories. And memories from yesterday. She wanted to know how he really felt about it all. And she would. And when the mental connection was formed, when she pushed all of the bad to the forefront of his mind, when it was enough she would get him then. Danna would crush him, would force him to bend to her will. No one could escape it.
What Danna wanted, Danna got.
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Post by GALEN CROSS on Nov 25, 2012 13:29:06 GMT -5
Danna's will was strong, probably one of the strongest Galen had ever matched up against. The only thing that mattered to him was not giving in to her, no matter what she did. He would not scream, and he would not beg. She could kill him first, and at this rate she probably would. But Galen would not, could not break. He'd never done so before in his life, and he'd been through far too much in his fifty-six years to be even close to it now.
Resisting her Imperious was hard, but Galen managed. He pushed her out of his mind, resisting her, reminding himself that he must not give in. She just stared at him when he finally managed it, and Galen got the feeling no one had been able to resist her Imperious Curse before. Thank Merlin that in all of his Auror training he'd been schooled in resisting the Unforgivables, as well as a decent amount of training in using them himself. Understanding them was fundamental to his line of work, and something he had accomplished while still in Hogwarts, where Defense Against the Dark Arts had been his best subject. Coupled with his will, Danna would have a hell of a time with him.
Galen's eyes squeezed shut tight as she hit him with the Cruciatus, a grunt escaping him despite himself. But he bit his tongue, his back hunching and his arms jerking forward against the chains, body trying to curl in and defend itself against the white hot pain that seared through every part of his body. Sweat and blood dripped from him, his whole body trembling like an earthquake as the agony consumed him. He would not scream. It was the only thing he knew besides the pain. He would not give in.
It felt like forever that hardly anything existed besides the agony. Danna was pouring everything into the curse, Galen could feel it. She was furious, and every nerve in his body screamed it, though his voice never would. Galen couldn't breathe, perspiration dripping from his brow, skin growing clammy. Finally she released it, and Galen had little time to catch his breath before she hissed Legilimens.
All he could do was thank God for his extensive training. In the times he'd been captured before, one of the very first things that his captors did would be to hit him with the Imperious Curse or to use Legilimency on him, in an attempt to gain information. He'd had quite a lot of practice over the years in defending himself against the spells, but Danna's Cruciatus Curse left him momentarily vulnerable. Galen was a skilled Occlumens, he had to be. He could turn the spell back on its caster, reading into their mind, or even push lies to the front of his mind for them to see and believe. But now, all he could do was almost immediately make his mind blank, but not quite before she saw into it.
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"I don't like it, Galen."
"You know I'll be back." He kissed her cheek, and again on the lips when she whimpered in protest and turned her face towards him. He met her blue eyes with a smile, an unspoken promise to return, ruffling the fiery red hair of the child next to her.
"Be careful," she begged him, and then he had Apparated.
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She arched in his lap, writhing against him while his wet fingers played at her breast and between her legs, her mouth open and gasping as it grew closer. She was holding back with everything she could, but he knew it was becoming too much, could feel it in every tightened muscle. And GOD, the heart-stopping, stomach-flipping, pure and unadulterated arousal was stronger than anything he'd ever felt, than anything she'd done to him so far, and then she was screaming his name and he couldn't have held back if his life depended on it...
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Galen forced his mind to shut off, thinking of nothing at all. Blank, colorless, white noise, nothing and nothing at all, not even anything to try and trick her. Danna couldn't see into him, couldn't know anything. She would use anything and everything she knew against him, and it was imperative Galen didn't provide her with anything more than she already had. He would not break for her. It was more important than his own life.
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Post by DANNA DEVILLE on Nov 25, 2012 14:00:01 GMT -5
Galen was good. Far better than she could have ever imagined. Her Cruciatus hardly did anything, and all she could do was frown and switch to Legilimency. While the first memory left her feeling highly victorious, it ended in the second scene, of their time together just yesterday. There was nothing. Of course damned Aurors would be trained against shit like this, but she was powerful. Danna had broken Aurors before. The name Galen Cross had never really come across her research, never mentioned by her spies. Shouldn't she have known if there was someone this strong in the department? It might have better prepared her. But no matter. He was good, but he couldn't withstand everything. No one could. Everyone was breakable. It was all a matter of finding those weak points.
Giving it up as a lost cause, she hurriedly called for her wand. She hated doing this, but if it could help, she would do it. A moment was spent rolling the wood around in her hands; it had been too long since she had last held it. Then she aimed it at Galen, commanding, "CRUCIO!" yet again. Look at him, having to make her use her wand, when she prided herself so much on not needing it. It was embarrassing, having to bring it out now. And she loathed him for it. The rage bubbled viciously beneath the surface, skin prickling, eyes burning as she called on her magic, bringing forth all of it she could, pushing it through into him. He would break beneath the force. It would be enough to kill an average man. No one could handle that much pain. No one would come out of this unscathed.
Danna was hardly aware of time passing as she glowered at him, pouring all of her hatred into the curse. It must have been ten or fifteen minutes before she dropped the spell in order to cast Legilimens again. She needed more. Anything of his childhood, his family, friends, enemies, anything painful, anything about her. Right now she was starting to think she'd settle for anything at all. She needed to forge a connection, weaken his mind, get through to anything within him. It was becoming desperate. She had to do this. There was a way through to anyone. She could do anything.
After several minutes she changed tactics, now trying to push some of her own memories into his head, though careful not to leave herself open to retaliation. Her own memories, those her children had shown her, even a few she had carefully constructed herself by feeding her various allies Polyjuice and sneaking into the Cross home while Jolene and Kirby were away. Jolene sobbing in bed. Kirby shrugging, telling a friend who asked if she missed her Daddy that she didn't really, she hardly ever saw him, anyway. Jaegar wandering aimlessly through a small town in China. Dylan's many late nights in the office, knowing something is wrong with the case, but unable to do anything. Ostracizing herself because everyone thinks she's overreacting about her father. Trying too hard to use her resources to go out on her own. Dylan finding Hailey, and Hailey attacking when questioned. Dylan laying severely beaten in an alleyway. Christian sneaking in through the window, waking Jolene from her sleep as he violently raped her and strangled her to death. Kirby being repeatedly, brutally raped by a gang of Danna's men, being tortured, hours on end, before finally succumbing to death.
He didn't need to know they were both alive and well. It was better that he didn't. If it would at all hurt him, she could do this. She needed something, anything...Any way in at all. It was a lot of effort, she thought vaguely, just to have him beg. But she needed to make the point. Needed to reassure herself. She needed to break him, needed some victory over him at all. He was no match for her. He wasn't. And she had to prove it.
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