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Of Dragons and Jewels	By : CaptainParisStarr Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 19289 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own the Harry Potter franchise, any characters mentioned in this story, or make money, profit, or earn a living off the story.

Chapter List
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Additional Tags: Rape, UST, Bondage, Pedophilia and Murder

The knife she had stolen from Harry's kitchen and hidden under her coat felt cold and heavy in her hand as she approached the foot of the bed. Dino was sleeping with his six foot frame encased in teen flesh. She recognized neither of the boys lying naked next to him, and felt sick when she realized that the younger one could not be any older than thirteen. Neither of the boys were whores though; she had been one of the rare few to still get fucked by Dino after graduating to the streets. These boys were still in training to become whores.
They both woke as she touched them, gesturing for them to leave. Somehow, they both left without waking Dino- for a pimp, he slept deeply. Once she had found him attractive; though he was on the older side of forty, his body was toned and youthful, his hair still solid black without even a hint of grey, and his face was unlined.
As she stood there, the memory of the first time she had ever met the man ran through her mind.

“Um... Excuse me. I'm here about the add about the job for attractive young men?” Assuming it was a modelling gig Jewel had decided to apply as soon as she had seen the add. Since her body was male, she decided that she could swallow her pride and work as a man until she had enough saved up for a sex-change operation.
“Up the stairs, second door on your left.” The receptionist didn't even glance over at Jewel as she spoke, picking up the ringing phone before she was finished.
Little did she know then that the posh office she entered was just a front for a sex-trafficking operation. Had she known, she would have turned around and left again. As it was, she allowed herself to be ushered into the inner sanctum.
“A Mr. Jared Whitley is here to see you about the job posting, Mr. Dino.” The young man posing as secretary bowed then left them alone.
“You're male?” Dino's eyebrow rose as she sat down, smoothing her skirt across her thighs.
“Yes, I am physically male, though I identify as female. Will that be an issue?”
“No, no, so long as your body is male.” He rose, and circled around her.
“You live with family?”
“No, I am currently homeless, my father couldn't care less what happens to me. I was staying with a friend, but now I'm lucky to get a bed in a shelter.” He nodded as though pleased, and she did not realize the horrible mistake she had made in confessing this until much later.
“I'm afraid you will have to prove that you are male though, before the interview can continue.” He added a few moments later.
Shrugging, she reached into her bag for her ID card, but was stopped. “No, I mean I need you to show me.”
“Show you...?” Her brow wrinkled in momentary confusion, then she gasped. “No, I will not show you... What is this? Isn't this a model agency?”
“We have some models, but we are not exclusively a model agency. We also scout... talent.” Then, before she could do more than feel threatened, his hand was up under her skirt, groping her boy bits. “Ah, yes, you are male as you say. Nice, very nice.” His eyes roved over her body. “Yes, I can sell you, easily.”
“S-sell me? What do you mean, sell?” She didn't notice the man standing behind her until after the chloroformed rag was thrust roughly over her nose and mouth.
When she woke, she was tied naked to a bed. The room was more luxurious than she could ever have imagined, and the bedspread was made of the finest silk, as were the sheets, but at that moment she couldn't have cared less about her surroundings. All she cared about was that she was tied to a strangers bed.
Dino entered her range of vision seconds later. “Ah, I see that you're awake. You have a lovely body, has anyone ever told you that?” He got a reply in the form of a gob of spit that fell short of him, landing instead on Jewel's stomach.
“And you have spunk. I like that too.” Snapping his fingers, two young men grabbed her legs and roughly held them apart as Dino unzipped his pants. Realizing too late what was about to happen she struggled in vain as he raped her.
Afterwards she lay limp on the bed, crying, while he gazed over her once again in approval. “Yes, you are the boy I have been looking for.” Taking a camera, he then snapped several photos of her lying there naked and exposed, and nodded once more.
“Please prepare him for the initiation. Remember, pretty boy, if you resist or try to run you will be killed, regardless of your beauty.” She realized immediately that she was not being threatened, oh no, he had every intent to follow through with the promise. She nodded quickly, not wanting to anger him.
“Untie him and get him dressed. I'll be expecting you at the party in one hour.”
Party? But she couldn't ask as the boys apologetically readied her. The dress she was made to wear barely constituted clothing- the skirt only covered her sides but left her cock and ass exposed, and there were cut outs for her nipples.
The party she was made to attend lasted only two hours, but it felt like days. She lost count of the number of men who raped her, and the other boys present. It was then that she realized belatedly that the job wasn't for models.
Dino had been looking for boys he could sell on the streets. Rent boys. Male prostitutes. And she had ended up in his brothel. A brothel which could have been anywhere in the world- she never saw the outside, and was kept unconscious while being transported to and from its secret location. She couldn't even guess at where she was by her clients, since there was always a multiracial mix of people, mostly male but females clients were not an uncommon sight, in the club. The whores were all male, though many of them were made to dress like girls, like she did.
Though he visited her weekly, to rape her and check in on her status, Dino didn't release her from the brothel to work the streets for almost a year, until she had passed her seventeenth birthday. The regulars were beginning to lose interest, and she was getting too old to appeal to the pedophiles. For that's what the brothel was; a house for teen-aged boys being sold to pedophiles. The only reason she survived was because there were rules regarding how many clients each whore could service during every twenty four hour block, depending on length of the sessions, age of the whore, and stamina of the whore. Whenever they thought a whore was reaching their limits, the boy was pulled from the floor, to be poised in cages where the clients could look but not touch. They were allowed a maximum of six hours a day for sleep, and three meals when they could get them, on a rotating basis, otherwise they were in the club. The club was open twenty-four hours a day, seven days a week. Only the bouncers, bartenders, and cleaning staff were treated like employees; the whores were treated like property.
The street was better, once she graduated to it. She may have still been a hooker, but at least now she was outside, feeling the warmth of the sun on her skin, and breathing fresh air. After entering that office, she hadn't seen the light of the sun again until she began working the streets. And somehow, during that time, she began to enjoy her work, and even Dino's nightly affections began to be pleasurable rather than painful, leaving her longing more and more for his touch.
Though she didn't know it, she was beginning to develop Stockholm Syndrome and fall in love with her captor.
Then she had met Harry after working the street for three months, and the spell Dino was weaving over her had shattered. She realized that she was more than a body to be beaten, fucked, and left for dead; that instead she was a smart young woman with talents she could use to better the world, even if only a little, one person she met at a time.
But first she had to exorcise her demons. First, Dino had to die.

Shaking herself out of her thoughts, she approached the head of the bed on silent feet until she was level with his sleeping face.
“Whose scary now?” She asked, eerily calm, as she shoved the knife up under his chin.
“Jewel? What... Put that knife down. Whatever it is, we can talk about this calmly...”
“Talk about what? How you lied to me and made me believe that I was worthless? How you raped me? Tried to kill me? If Crystal hadn't been there I would be dead right now and buried in an unmarked grave, if I was lucky enough for even that.” She shoved the knife higher, drawing a drop of blood where the tip pierced his skin.
“Wait... This is all... Put the knife down for goodness sake...” He lost his cockiness as he sensed that she had snapped, that he had turned the sweet youth into a cold blooded killer. “Don't do it, Jewel. You will never amount to anything if the cops trace that blade back to you.”
“They won't, for you see, I won't be using the knife.”
“You... won't?”
“No. I'll use fire.” She placed her hand on his chest, directly over his heart, and summoned the hottest pyro-kinetic flame she could muster. Then she walked away, deaf to his screams as his bedding caught fire and he was eaten alive by the hungry flames. The walls were cement since his bedroom was over the so called dormitory she had lived in so recently, so she wasn't worried about the other boys being hurt by the flames.
She was almost out the door when a hand landed on her shoulder.
Spinning around she raised the knife high as Crystal let go and raised his hands high. “Stop, it's only me!”
Letting the knife drop to her side, she gazed at him, glad that he was still alive. “Crystal... round up everyone you can find and get them out of here. I set Dino on fire- the cops will be here soon, alerted by the smoke. If you don't want to be arrested for selling sex, you'd better go now.” The ice had left her voice, and her words were warm as she pleaded with him to save himself and the other boys.
“You...” Suddenly he burst out laughing. “You actually did it. What we've all dreamed of for so long. You killed the fucker. I knew I saved you for a reason. But should you be....”
She raised her shirt to show her unmarked side, and he stopped talking in shock. “How...”
“There's no time to explain, get out of here.”
“No, not without you. I love you. I've loved you ever since I first saw you working that street corner three months ago and took you under my wing.” Then, for the first time since they had first met, Crystal was kissing her.
The rush of murder shifted easily to sexual energy, and she allowed him to spin her around again and pin her to a wall, and she relax as she heard him unzip his pants. Crying out in pleasure as he entered her, she tried to lose herself in the rhythm of sex, not caring that they were doing this where any of the other boys could see them. But, after only a few minutes, she found herself no longer responding to his motions, not liking his attention.
“Jewel... What is it?” Crystal froze when she did.
“This is wrong... We shouldn't be making love. I don't love you like that. I love you like a big brother, not as a lover.” She saw the hurt in his eyes as he pulled away, his need unfulfilled.
“But... Jewel, wait.” He spoke to the empty air where she had been standing. She was gone, fleeing the scene of the crime without a backwards glance, never to return.
Crystal stared after her for a long moment, then he tucked his neglected erection away and turned his mind to her last request, rounding up the remaining boys and getting away before the cops came.
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