♥ "Subject 1121" for parseltonguepen ♥
Title: Subject 1121
Author: mynuet
Rating: NC-17
Possible Spoilers/Warnings: Forced consent, disturbing sexual situations.
Author's Notes: Wow. This wasn't just a challenge, it was physically difficult to write. Sorry about straying from the prompt, I did my best.
Summary: The nucleus accumbens is a collection of neurons within the forebrain. It is thought to play an important role in fear, addiction, and sex.
Subject 1121
"Subject appears agitated, with signs of barely restrained hostility--"
"I'll show you hostility, you fucking bastard!" Ginny lunged towards Malfoy, but an unseen force whipped her body backwards.
Malfoy, his blond hair slicked back and gleaming, adjusted the fit of his white robes and continued, "Subject attempted attack despite the likelihood of safeguards in place. Recommend re-testing of subject for compliance with the intelligence parameters of this study."
Pulling herself together, Ginny sat down on one of the two chairs next to a table and folded her hands carefully in front of her. "Test me. I'm all kinds of stupid."
"Subject appears to be attempting cunning." Malfoy rolled his perfect eyes in his perfect head and she desperately wanted to use her nails and perfectly gouge them out. "Cue memory..." He consulted the clipboard and continued, "Memory 627, full visual, special emphasis on signature."
The room changed around them, and Ginny saw herself smiling and agreeing to take part in scientific research in exchange for having all charges dropped in an incident where she'd lost her temper and let the bat bogeys fly without noticing a busload of muggles going by. Ginny could remember being relieved at avoiding serious consequences - just take part in important research for the duration of one study and be obliviated afterwards. She'd have no criminal record, a recommendation, and the ability to opt into specialized job training. It had all seemed like a great idea, and the memory-Ginny was eagerly signing everywhere indicated.
That was before she'd been locked into a tiny room with a mirror along one wall, a cot affixed to one wall, and a tiny sink and toilet. The table and chairs had appeared after she'd already spent two days alone, with no hint that a world even continued to exist outside of this barren white place. No matter how hard she tried, she couldn't pick them up, any more than she could budge the cot or the plumbing fixtures.
"Preparing trial one, subject 1121, Accumbens Project." Ginny tensed, prepared to fight if he touched her, but Malfoy barely looked up and he flicked a wand towards her.
It burned, running through her nervous system instantly and she screamed as her body shook and twitched with the most devastating orgasm she'd ever experienced. She didn't notice falling out of the chair, even though she later discovered she'd left her hip black and blue, and she was only aware from a vast distance that he was speaking again. Sobbing and curling in on herself, she heard, "Subject reacted strongly to direct stimulation, perhaps a nine on a ten point scale, and--"
"Eleven," Ginny croaked, still curled into the fetal position, her knees pressed against her eye sockets.
"Pain, pleasure, or both?" His voice was still cool and detached but she was grateful for it now, as it gave her something to cling to, a shred of normalcy to drag herself back from the abyss. "Pleasure. The pain might've been a nine, but I didn't really feel it."
He nodded and noted something on a piece of parchment he pulled from his pocket before saying out loud, "Subject was cooperative. Recommend for additional privacy privileges as an incentive for continued good behavior."
Ginny flipped him a rude gesture, but he'd already turned his back and walked out through a door that appeared and disappeared for his convenience. Somehow, though, she was fairly certain that he'd know she'd done it, and would make note of it in that dry, cold voice of his.
"Preparing trial sixteen, subject 1121, Accumbens Project."
Ginny glared from her bunk, hating his perfect hair, hating his cold voice, hating the way that time was measured by three things, light, dark, and his visits. What she hated most, though, was the tightening in her belly that was almost anticipation, because her body didn't know that what was happening to it was terrible and violating.
"Strenuous objections to the change in criteria have been registered and rejected. Subject is heretofore to be forcibly stripped of her-- of clothing before a session, with cooperation earning the return of the clothing."
His jaw was tight and he looked almost angry, but he still turned his wand toward her and Ginny flinched, clutching her thin pajamas. "Please, no. I'll cooperate, you don't have to take my clothes off. I'm a good subject, I always cooperate."
"Subject expressed intense revulsion at the removal of clothing. Objections are renewed and emphasized." Nevertheless, he flicked his wand and her clothes started sliding off, and she couldn't hold them.
Forcing herself to calm down, she stood up straight and tall despite her nakedness. "Where do you want me?"
Malfoy said nothing, just nodded sharply, but it seemed to be in the direction of her cot. She sat down and he relaxed slightly and nodded again, and it wasn't until she'd fully lain down that he flicked his wand again and set her to screaming, screaming, and her limbs felt tense enough to snap as her head rolled back and some still-sane part of her wondered whether her heart would burst. It ended and she lay sprawled across the cot, her pulse racing and her breath hard and fast as she tried to recover from yet another excruciating orgasm.
It was a struggle but she managed to croak out, "The pain was... stronger." She licked her dry and cracked lips and tried to gather her scattered thoughts. "I could feel it, even through the pleasure, and both were so intense I wanted to die."
"Subject reports intensified pain resulting, although the change in context means consistency of results is potentially compromised." Ginny felt a light flutter as her pajamas landed on top of her body, and it woke her from her stupor enough to ache again, and she winced as she shot Malfoy's retreating back the habitual obscene gesture.
"Preparing trial thirty-one, subject 1121, Accumbens Project."
He looked like he wasn't getting enough sleep. Good. He shouldn't sleep at night, the bastard. Ginny sat on her cot, her legs bent and her arms dangling from her knees as she glared at him, waiting defiantly. For all his talk of objecting, he still stripped her of her clothes every time, and she refused to plead, ever again. She'd worked out a crude schedule based on the periods of light and dark and it seemed like he came to her cell every other day. If that was true, she'd been here two months already, a third of the time period she'd agreed to when she signed up. She could do it again, and then once more before she was free, and then she'd never take for granted what a luxury it was to control your own body, even after they obliviated her.
"Objections to changes in test parameters once again noted for the record despite the consistent overruling of proper scientific procedures." There was something strange about him but she frowned and ignored the sensation that she should pay attention, because he had his wand out and that was all she could look at, fighting the nausea prompted by her conscious mind fighting the hunger her body felt for everything he would do for her. To her.
Just as she was about to break and either attack him or plead with him, he spoke again. "Subject is now ordered to remove own clothing in preparation for the day's session."
Ginny sucked her breath in, staring at him with haunting, wounded eyes. Quickly, he said, "Subject refused, canceling procedure until further intruction is--"
Panicked at the thought that he would leave, that she'd remain unsatisfied and alone, Ginny shot to her feet and pulled her shirt over her head before shimmying out of the pajama bottoms and standing before him naked, pulling at his wand. His blank expression cracked, but she glared at him and what was there was gone, so that she didn't have to think about pity or repulsion or sorrow, just about pain and pleasure.
"Preparing trial thirty-two, subject 1121, Accumbens Project."
"Preparing trial thirty-three, subject 1121, Accumbens Project."
"Preparing trial thirty-five, subject 1121, Accumbens Project."
"Preparing trial thirty-nine, subject 1121, Accumbens Project."
The pain didn't come, just silence, and something was different. It hurt but not enough, only enough for her to turn towards it like a flower to the sun. She could feel cloth against her skin and maybe that was what had kept the pleasure from coming, so she pushed at it without looking, hoping it would be enough.
"Subject continues to show a flat affect!" The voice was wrong, it wasn't cool and soothing and dry, just harsh and loud and painful to her ears, but not painful enough, nowhere near enough. "Come on, do something. Fight! You can't let me do this to you, Ginny, you have to--"
He broke off and she felt... Too much. How long had it been? She knew once, and she'd forgotten how much heat another human being's skin produced, how solid it felt to have flesh and bone pressed against hers, wrapped around her shoulders, centering her into a body that was shaking with need. She craved it, almost as much as she craved relief for the pressure that was built inside her, making her wild with need and frustration.
Tearing away from the hands that held her, she moved towards him rather than away, forcing him down and following him, stretching out so she was pressed everywhere against him and whimpering as she saw his hands were empty. "Malfoy," she said, her voice cracked and rough. "Malfoy, Draco Malfoy. Help me."
"God, yes, Ginny." His arms were around her and were squeezing her and she could have cried because it was close, close to being almost what she needed, but it wasn't enough. "I'll get you out of here. I'll get us out of here and I'll make it up to you, I swear, I'll spend the rest of my life trying to atone for what I've done."
"Please," she whispered, taking his hand and pressing it against the core of her pain, sighing softly as the press of his hand against the crinkled red hair was enough to start a few soft flutters inside of her, gentle as butterfly wings but intensifying her need to a razor's edge. "Start now. Help me. Please help me."
She could see the horror in his eyes but she didn't care, couldn't care, and she tore frantically at his clothes, pulling and ripping until she could grasp his cock and she tugged and stroked and then wriggled to put her mouth on it and sucked until he was hard and ready and she thrust herself down on him, crying with the relief of it, like a soothing balm on a burn. Undulating against him, she tried frantically to press closer, to steal his heat and warm herself, to feel the press of his skin and know she was real.
Groaning, he put his arms around her, squeezing her tight and making her shudder with the pleasure of it, and when she slipped and started to slide away from him, he turned over and lay on top of her, flattening her between his body and the floor and making her feel safe and protected as he thrust with just his hips and cock and it was delicious and bruising and exhausting and she held him tight, not even minding that her neck was damp where he'd tucked his face against it to hide his grief and sorrow.
Faintly, distantly, she could hear someone saying, "Subject 1013 succumbed during session thirty-nine of his third trial, potentially due to prior relationship with subject 1121. Recommend abort sequence and restart with more suitable subjects, with memory removal antecedent to trials rather than retroactive."
There was a click and something fogged her eyes and made it difficult to breathe even as she felt her body tightening, clenching around the welcome intrusion of Draco's pulsing cock as he grunted and pushed against her with all his might.
Ginny sat at a table in front of Florean Fortescue's, laughing as she said, "No, of course I don't remember anything - that's the point, right?"
"Do you know what it is you were being tested for?" Hermione's scruples about proper research ethics weren't quite enough to keep her eyes from gleaming with curiosity, and Ginny smiled as she leaned in and whispered, "Someday, when the Cruciatus isn't effective anymore, it'll be in part because of me."
She accepted Hermione's squeals as the only proper response to the subject matter, but then she heard a voice say "eleven" and she turned, desperate to see where it had come from for a reason she couldn't define. When her eyes met Draco Malfoy's, she was disturbed to realize every cell in her body seemed to be on heightened alert, and he stared at her in fascination that seemed equal to the pull she felt towards him. "I've got to go," she said to Hermione, not hearing the other girl's response.
Once she was so close to Malfoy that she could get no closer without pressing her body against his, she remembered she was in public, that she barely knew him, and she blushed. He didn't say anything cutting, just looked at her curiously, lifting his hand to trace the pink that suffused her cheek. "I don't remember your blushes," he said wonderingly. "I can't, because I never saw them. But... I know them."
"I need you," she whispered, and his arms were around her and the world went crazy, or it made sense for the first time. She didn't question why.
ORIGINAL REQUEST:
Briefly describe what you'd like to receive in your fic: Draco was brilliant at Potions, and he's now got a position in a High-security Medical Research Facility, a branch of Unspeakables. Here they test new and experimental potions, spells, and treatments on prisoners, homeless, or anyone they can bring in that can't afford to press charges, simply obliviating their human guinea pigs later. Draco gets assigned to a ward working with dark sex magics, and has been assigned Ginny as his 'test subject'. She's just been brought in, and she's too poor to bribe her way out. At first he couldn't care less about her 'feelings' or how much she hates what he does to her (or the whole facility, for that matter) - she won't remember any of it later, and the work is all he cares about - but slowly she gets under his skin, undermining his emotional detachment. He begins to care for her - but does he have the courage to break her out of a maximum-security facility?
The tone/mood of the fic: clinical at first, descending to dark, ending hopeful or happy.
An element/line of dialogue/object you would like in your fic: Virgin!Ginny, an emotionally detached Draco growing into a more emotionally aware adult. H/C
Preferred rating of the the fic you want: NC-17/R
Canon or AU? AU but in character
Deal Breakers (anything you don't want?): Wimpy cowardly Ginny (she's feisty and will always fight in a situ she doesn't like). A weak, ineffective Draco. Draco afraid of blood. ANY appearance or mention of Sirius. Ginny in a relationship with Harry.
Author: mynuet
Rating: NC-17
Possible Spoilers/Warnings: Forced consent, disturbing sexual situations.
Author's Notes: Wow. This wasn't just a challenge, it was physically difficult to write. Sorry about straying from the prompt, I did my best.
Summary: The nucleus accumbens is a collection of neurons within the forebrain. It is thought to play an important role in fear, addiction, and sex.
Subject 1121
"Subject appears agitated, with signs of barely restrained hostility--"
"I'll show you hostility, you fucking bastard!" Ginny lunged towards Malfoy, but an unseen force whipped her body backwards.
Malfoy, his blond hair slicked back and gleaming, adjusted the fit of his white robes and continued, "Subject attempted attack despite the likelihood of safeguards in place. Recommend re-testing of subject for compliance with the intelligence parameters of this study."
Pulling herself together, Ginny sat down on one of the two chairs next to a table and folded her hands carefully in front of her. "Test me. I'm all kinds of stupid."
"Subject appears to be attempting cunning." Malfoy rolled his perfect eyes in his perfect head and she desperately wanted to use her nails and perfectly gouge them out. "Cue memory..." He consulted the clipboard and continued, "Memory 627, full visual, special emphasis on signature."
The room changed around them, and Ginny saw herself smiling and agreeing to take part in scientific research in exchange for having all charges dropped in an incident where she'd lost her temper and let the bat bogeys fly without noticing a busload of muggles going by. Ginny could remember being relieved at avoiding serious consequences - just take part in important research for the duration of one study and be obliviated afterwards. She'd have no criminal record, a recommendation, and the ability to opt into specialized job training. It had all seemed like a great idea, and the memory-Ginny was eagerly signing everywhere indicated.
That was before she'd been locked into a tiny room with a mirror along one wall, a cot affixed to one wall, and a tiny sink and toilet. The table and chairs had appeared after she'd already spent two days alone, with no hint that a world even continued to exist outside of this barren white place. No matter how hard she tried, she couldn't pick them up, any more than she could budge the cot or the plumbing fixtures.
"Preparing trial one, subject 1121, Accumbens Project." Ginny tensed, prepared to fight if he touched her, but Malfoy barely looked up and he flicked a wand towards her.
It burned, running through her nervous system instantly and she screamed as her body shook and twitched with the most devastating orgasm she'd ever experienced. She didn't notice falling out of the chair, even though she later discovered she'd left her hip black and blue, and she was only aware from a vast distance that he was speaking again. Sobbing and curling in on herself, she heard, "Subject reacted strongly to direct stimulation, perhaps a nine on a ten point scale, and--"
"Eleven," Ginny croaked, still curled into the fetal position, her knees pressed against her eye sockets.
"Pain, pleasure, or both?" His voice was still cool and detached but she was grateful for it now, as it gave her something to cling to, a shred of normalcy to drag herself back from the abyss. "Pleasure. The pain might've been a nine, but I didn't really feel it."
He nodded and noted something on a piece of parchment he pulled from his pocket before saying out loud, "Subject was cooperative. Recommend for additional privacy privileges as an incentive for continued good behavior."
Ginny flipped him a rude gesture, but he'd already turned his back and walked out through a door that appeared and disappeared for his convenience. Somehow, though, she was fairly certain that he'd know she'd done it, and would make note of it in that dry, cold voice of his.
"Preparing trial sixteen, subject 1121, Accumbens Project."
Ginny glared from her bunk, hating his perfect hair, hating his cold voice, hating the way that time was measured by three things, light, dark, and his visits. What she hated most, though, was the tightening in her belly that was almost anticipation, because her body didn't know that what was happening to it was terrible and violating.
"Strenuous objections to the change in criteria have been registered and rejected. Subject is heretofore to be forcibly stripped of her-- of clothing before a session, with cooperation earning the return of the clothing."
His jaw was tight and he looked almost angry, but he still turned his wand toward her and Ginny flinched, clutching her thin pajamas. "Please, no. I'll cooperate, you don't have to take my clothes off. I'm a good subject, I always cooperate."
"Subject expressed intense revulsion at the removal of clothing. Objections are renewed and emphasized." Nevertheless, he flicked his wand and her clothes started sliding off, and she couldn't hold them.
Forcing herself to calm down, she stood up straight and tall despite her nakedness. "Where do you want me?"
Malfoy said nothing, just nodded sharply, but it seemed to be in the direction of her cot. She sat down and he relaxed slightly and nodded again, and it wasn't until she'd fully lain down that he flicked his wand again and set her to screaming, screaming, and her limbs felt tense enough to snap as her head rolled back and some still-sane part of her wondered whether her heart would burst. It ended and she lay sprawled across the cot, her pulse racing and her breath hard and fast as she tried to recover from yet another excruciating orgasm.
It was a struggle but she managed to croak out, "The pain was... stronger." She licked her dry and cracked lips and tried to gather her scattered thoughts. "I could feel it, even through the pleasure, and both were so intense I wanted to die."
"Subject reports intensified pain resulting, although the change in context means consistency of results is potentially compromised." Ginny felt a light flutter as her pajamas landed on top of her body, and it woke her from her stupor enough to ache again, and she winced as she shot Malfoy's retreating back the habitual obscene gesture.
"Preparing trial thirty-one, subject 1121, Accumbens Project."
He looked like he wasn't getting enough sleep. Good. He shouldn't sleep at night, the bastard. Ginny sat on her cot, her legs bent and her arms dangling from her knees as she glared at him, waiting defiantly. For all his talk of objecting, he still stripped her of her clothes every time, and she refused to plead, ever again. She'd worked out a crude schedule based on the periods of light and dark and it seemed like he came to her cell every other day. If that was true, she'd been here two months already, a third of the time period she'd agreed to when she signed up. She could do it again, and then once more before she was free, and then she'd never take for granted what a luxury it was to control your own body, even after they obliviated her.
"Objections to changes in test parameters once again noted for the record despite the consistent overruling of proper scientific procedures." There was something strange about him but she frowned and ignored the sensation that she should pay attention, because he had his wand out and that was all she could look at, fighting the nausea prompted by her conscious mind fighting the hunger her body felt for everything he would do for her. To her.
Just as she was about to break and either attack him or plead with him, he spoke again. "Subject is now ordered to remove own clothing in preparation for the day's session."
Ginny sucked her breath in, staring at him with haunting, wounded eyes. Quickly, he said, "Subject refused, canceling procedure until further intruction is--"
Panicked at the thought that he would leave, that she'd remain unsatisfied and alone, Ginny shot to her feet and pulled her shirt over her head before shimmying out of the pajama bottoms and standing before him naked, pulling at his wand. His blank expression cracked, but she glared at him and what was there was gone, so that she didn't have to think about pity or repulsion or sorrow, just about pain and pleasure.
"Preparing trial thirty-two, subject 1121, Accumbens Project."
"Preparing trial thirty-three, subject 1121, Accumbens Project."
"Preparing trial thirty-five, subject 1121, Accumbens Project."
"Preparing trial thirty-nine, subject 1121, Accumbens Project."
The pain didn't come, just silence, and something was different. It hurt but not enough, only enough for her to turn towards it like a flower to the sun. She could feel cloth against her skin and maybe that was what had kept the pleasure from coming, so she pushed at it without looking, hoping it would be enough.
"Subject continues to show a flat affect!" The voice was wrong, it wasn't cool and soothing and dry, just harsh and loud and painful to her ears, but not painful enough, nowhere near enough. "Come on, do something. Fight! You can't let me do this to you, Ginny, you have to--"
He broke off and she felt... Too much. How long had it been? She knew once, and she'd forgotten how much heat another human being's skin produced, how solid it felt to have flesh and bone pressed against hers, wrapped around her shoulders, centering her into a body that was shaking with need. She craved it, almost as much as she craved relief for the pressure that was built inside her, making her wild with need and frustration.
Tearing away from the hands that held her, she moved towards him rather than away, forcing him down and following him, stretching out so she was pressed everywhere against him and whimpering as she saw his hands were empty. "Malfoy," she said, her voice cracked and rough. "Malfoy, Draco Malfoy. Help me."
"God, yes, Ginny." His arms were around her and were squeezing her and she could have cried because it was close, close to being almost what she needed, but it wasn't enough. "I'll get you out of here. I'll get us out of here and I'll make it up to you, I swear, I'll spend the rest of my life trying to atone for what I've done."
"Please," she whispered, taking his hand and pressing it against the core of her pain, sighing softly as the press of his hand against the crinkled red hair was enough to start a few soft flutters inside of her, gentle as butterfly wings but intensifying her need to a razor's edge. "Start now. Help me. Please help me."
She could see the horror in his eyes but she didn't care, couldn't care, and she tore frantically at his clothes, pulling and ripping until she could grasp his cock and she tugged and stroked and then wriggled to put her mouth on it and sucked until he was hard and ready and she thrust herself down on him, crying with the relief of it, like a soothing balm on a burn. Undulating against him, she tried frantically to press closer, to steal his heat and warm herself, to feel the press of his skin and know she was real.
Groaning, he put his arms around her, squeezing her tight and making her shudder with the pleasure of it, and when she slipped and started to slide away from him, he turned over and lay on top of her, flattening her between his body and the floor and making her feel safe and protected as he thrust with just his hips and cock and it was delicious and bruising and exhausting and she held him tight, not even minding that her neck was damp where he'd tucked his face against it to hide his grief and sorrow.
Faintly, distantly, she could hear someone saying, "Subject 1013 succumbed during session thirty-nine of his third trial, potentially due to prior relationship with subject 1121. Recommend abort sequence and restart with more suitable subjects, with memory removal antecedent to trials rather than retroactive."
There was a click and something fogged her eyes and made it difficult to breathe even as she felt her body tightening, clenching around the welcome intrusion of Draco's pulsing cock as he grunted and pushed against her with all his might.
Ginny sat at a table in front of Florean Fortescue's, laughing as she said, "No, of course I don't remember anything - that's the point, right?"
"Do you know what it is you were being tested for?" Hermione's scruples about proper research ethics weren't quite enough to keep her eyes from gleaming with curiosity, and Ginny smiled as she leaned in and whispered, "Someday, when the Cruciatus isn't effective anymore, it'll be in part because of me."
She accepted Hermione's squeals as the only proper response to the subject matter, but then she heard a voice say "eleven" and she turned, desperate to see where it had come from for a reason she couldn't define. When her eyes met Draco Malfoy's, she was disturbed to realize every cell in her body seemed to be on heightened alert, and he stared at her in fascination that seemed equal to the pull she felt towards him. "I've got to go," she said to Hermione, not hearing the other girl's response.
Once she was so close to Malfoy that she could get no closer without pressing her body against his, she remembered she was in public, that she barely knew him, and she blushed. He didn't say anything cutting, just looked at her curiously, lifting his hand to trace the pink that suffused her cheek. "I don't remember your blushes," he said wonderingly. "I can't, because I never saw them. But... I know them."
"I need you," she whispered, and his arms were around her and the world went crazy, or it made sense for the first time. She didn't question why.
ORIGINAL REQUEST:
Briefly describe what you'd like to receive in your fic: Draco was brilliant at Potions, and he's now got a position in a High-security Medical Research Facility, a branch of Unspeakables. Here they test new and experimental potions, spells, and treatments on prisoners, homeless, or anyone they can bring in that can't afford to press charges, simply obliviating their human guinea pigs later. Draco gets assigned to a ward working with dark sex magics, and has been assigned Ginny as his 'test subject'. She's just been brought in, and she's too poor to bribe her way out. At first he couldn't care less about her 'feelings' or how much she hates what he does to her (or the whole facility, for that matter) - she won't remember any of it later, and the work is all he cares about - but slowly she gets under his skin, undermining his emotional detachment. He begins to care for her - but does he have the courage to break her out of a maximum-security facility?
The tone/mood of the fic: clinical at first, descending to dark, ending hopeful or happy.
An element/line of dialogue/object you would like in your fic: Virgin!Ginny, an emotionally detached Draco growing into a more emotionally aware adult. H/C
Preferred rating of the the fic you want: NC-17/R
Canon or AU? AU but in character
Deal Breakers (anything you don't want?): Wimpy cowardly Ginny (she's feisty and will always fight in a situ she doesn't like). A weak, ineffective Draco. Draco afraid of blood. ANY appearance or mention of Sirius. Ginny in a relationship with Harry.