LMOM: Collared- Part 12
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katekintailTitle: Collared Part 12
Author: KateKintail
Rating: NC-17
Warnings/Kinks: Wee bit of dub-con and a tiny bit of bad sex
Pairing: Remus/OFC, past Remus/Sirius mentioned
Disclaimer: This story is NOT of JKR’s making. I make no money from this at all. I also do not condone the keeping of werewolves as unwilling sex slave love pets.
Summary: Unable to make ends meet after the war, Remus submits himself to the Ministry’s program for werewolves.
Word Count: 1,088
Notes: Written for pervy_werewolf’s Lusty Month of May 2010
In one word, his new position was humiliating. In two words, it was utterly humiliating. His new owner, Miss Angelica, seemed to have her magical creatures confused. Last he checked, he was a werewolf and not a house elf. Yet, Miss Angelica had dressed him up in a giant pillowcase and had ordered him to clean anything and everything in sight. It was true servitude, without the eagerness to serve.
In the morning he woke before dawn and fixed breakfast. There was dusting and tidying to be done as she ate, then he moved on to washing the dishes and scrubbing the floors. He cleaned until he had to make lunch. Then he did laundry, because she liked clean sheets on her bed every single night. She demanded a special tea service at tea time, and Merlin forbid he not use the right colored china on the right day of the week. Dinner was an extravagant affair he had to spend hours working on from the cooking and the place settings to the serving and the cleaning up. Every night he had to draw her a bubble bath and see to her needs as she lounged there, requesting sweets or music. He had to towel her off when she was finished in the bath and put her to bed. After he tucked her in at the end of the day, he had to finish cleaning the mess from dinner and put away the good china.
At first, Remus had liked the repetition. It was comforting to do hard work and know what to expect from it. But after nearly a week, he was exhausted and hating this placement. He wondered if any collared werewolves had ever left an owner. The collar, he knew, prohibited him from doing speaking out, from doing magic, and committing acts of violence, but he wondered if the collar would have a problem with him simply walking out on her.
Of course, that would make him leave the program with the Ministry and once he left there was no going back. He would still have to pay the exorbitant fines each month for being a registered werewolf, which would mean landing a high-paying job. As the likelihood of that was so small, he wore the damn pillowcase and served her lemon cookies whenever she wanted. He was coming up on a week with her, and in only a few days it would be the full moon. He needed a secure place to transform and wasn’t sure he would have that with Miss Angelica. She was high maintenance and proper and it wasn’t as though she seemed to show any affection for him.
But then something happened that changed everything.
He drew Miss Angelica’s bath and added the bubbles, just like all the nights before. She entered the bathroom in a bathrobe, just like on the nights before. And she slipped naked into the claw-footed tub, just like on the nights before. Tonight, however, she had a bottle of wine with her that was already half empty. Or half full. But probably half empty. “My handsome werewolf,” she said dreamily, gazing at Remus. “Stay with me.”
Remus could not disobey an order so blatantly given. And, a moment later, he was glad of it. She slid beneath the water and didn’t come up again. Seconds passed. Remus began to worry. More seconds passed. And finally he reached in, found her, and pulled upward. At first, she did not move, and terror rushed through Remus. He could just imagine what would happen to him if he were found with a dead owner. She coughed and spat out water and glowed with appreciation even before she had caught her breath. “My… hero.”
He rolled his eyes, but she reached up from the tub and kissed him.
Remus wanted badly to push her away. He fought against the kiss as much as he could, while still holding her up above the water and not offending his new owner. It was the second kiss he’d ever received from a girl—well, a woman, really—and he hated the feeling. He had kissed hundreds of men he cared nothing for, but kissing men was comfortable, natural. This just felt wrong. Moreover, she was a woman who owned him and who was obviously inebriated and caught up with crazy emotions.
She pulled back, still out of breath, beaming at him. “Don’t tell me you didn’t feel that. You’re not really gay, right?” She rose up a little out of the tub. “Oh, you might say you are but once you see me, kiss me, touch me, you’ll see what you’re missing.” She rose up more, showing him her large but perky breasts. “Don’t you want me?”
Remus didn’t think he had ever wanted anyone less in his whole life. Even Grunting Man was looking good in comparison. Sure she was gorgeous, but she wasn’t a man. And breasts—perky or otherwise—weren’t doing it for him.
Miss Angelica took a few gulps of wine straight from the bottle then climbed out of her tub. Naked, wet, and dripping, she threw herself into Remus’ arms. She rubbed her body against his, her hands sliding beneath the pillowcase to touch him. Her delicate, lengthy fingers caressed him. The warmth made his skin tingle, there was no denying that. But even with his eyes closed and thoughts of a good, trusted Sirius in his mind, he couldn’t get it up. He tried to imagine it was a man’s hand stroking him. He remembered that mischievous look in Sirius’ eyes when he wanted Remus. He pictured the man of his dreams looking after him, taking care of his needs. Deep down, though, he knew this was different. And he didn’t want it. He couldn’t even trick himself into wanting it.
His lips formed the words ‘I’m sorry’ but no sound could come out with the collar in place. He repeated them over and over again, tears springing to his eyes. Finally Miss Angelica looked up and read his lips.
Then she shoved him. She shoved him so hard he fell back against the cold tile floor. She stood over him, dripping onto him. “You’re pathetic,” she said.
Handsome to pathetic in ten minutes. Remus supposed that must be some sort of record.
“First thing in the morning, I’m taking you back to the Market. If I explain you’re broken, maybe I’ll get a discount on a new werewolf.” She glared at him. “Where’s my towel?”
Author: KateKintail
Rating: NC-17
Warnings/Kinks: Wee bit of dub-con and a tiny bit of bad sex
Pairing: Remus/OFC, past Remus/Sirius mentioned
Disclaimer: This story is NOT of JKR’s making. I make no money from this at all. I also do not condone the keeping of werewolves as unwilling sex slave love pets.
Summary: Unable to make ends meet after the war, Remus submits himself to the Ministry’s program for werewolves.
Word Count: 1,088
Notes: Written for pervy_werewolf’s Lusty Month of May 2010
In one word, his new position was humiliating. In two words, it was utterly humiliating. His new owner, Miss Angelica, seemed to have her magical creatures confused. Last he checked, he was a werewolf and not a house elf. Yet, Miss Angelica had dressed him up in a giant pillowcase and had ordered him to clean anything and everything in sight. It was true servitude, without the eagerness to serve.
In the morning he woke before dawn and fixed breakfast. There was dusting and tidying to be done as she ate, then he moved on to washing the dishes and scrubbing the floors. He cleaned until he had to make lunch. Then he did laundry, because she liked clean sheets on her bed every single night. She demanded a special tea service at tea time, and Merlin forbid he not use the right colored china on the right day of the week. Dinner was an extravagant affair he had to spend hours working on from the cooking and the place settings to the serving and the cleaning up. Every night he had to draw her a bubble bath and see to her needs as she lounged there, requesting sweets or music. He had to towel her off when she was finished in the bath and put her to bed. After he tucked her in at the end of the day, he had to finish cleaning the mess from dinner and put away the good china.
At first, Remus had liked the repetition. It was comforting to do hard work and know what to expect from it. But after nearly a week, he was exhausted and hating this placement. He wondered if any collared werewolves had ever left an owner. The collar, he knew, prohibited him from doing speaking out, from doing magic, and committing acts of violence, but he wondered if the collar would have a problem with him simply walking out on her.
Of course, that would make him leave the program with the Ministry and once he left there was no going back. He would still have to pay the exorbitant fines each month for being a registered werewolf, which would mean landing a high-paying job. As the likelihood of that was so small, he wore the damn pillowcase and served her lemon cookies whenever she wanted. He was coming up on a week with her, and in only a few days it would be the full moon. He needed a secure place to transform and wasn’t sure he would have that with Miss Angelica. She was high maintenance and proper and it wasn’t as though she seemed to show any affection for him.
But then something happened that changed everything.
He drew Miss Angelica’s bath and added the bubbles, just like all the nights before. She entered the bathroom in a bathrobe, just like on the nights before. And she slipped naked into the claw-footed tub, just like on the nights before. Tonight, however, she had a bottle of wine with her that was already half empty. Or half full. But probably half empty. “My handsome werewolf,” she said dreamily, gazing at Remus. “Stay with me.”
Remus could not disobey an order so blatantly given. And, a moment later, he was glad of it. She slid beneath the water and didn’t come up again. Seconds passed. Remus began to worry. More seconds passed. And finally he reached in, found her, and pulled upward. At first, she did not move, and terror rushed through Remus. He could just imagine what would happen to him if he were found with a dead owner. She coughed and spat out water and glowed with appreciation even before she had caught her breath. “My… hero.”
He rolled his eyes, but she reached up from the tub and kissed him.
Remus wanted badly to push her away. He fought against the kiss as much as he could, while still holding her up above the water and not offending his new owner. It was the second kiss he’d ever received from a girl—well, a woman, really—and he hated the feeling. He had kissed hundreds of men he cared nothing for, but kissing men was comfortable, natural. This just felt wrong. Moreover, she was a woman who owned him and who was obviously inebriated and caught up with crazy emotions.
She pulled back, still out of breath, beaming at him. “Don’t tell me you didn’t feel that. You’re not really gay, right?” She rose up a little out of the tub. “Oh, you might say you are but once you see me, kiss me, touch me, you’ll see what you’re missing.” She rose up more, showing him her large but perky breasts. “Don’t you want me?”
Remus didn’t think he had ever wanted anyone less in his whole life. Even Grunting Man was looking good in comparison. Sure she was gorgeous, but she wasn’t a man. And breasts—perky or otherwise—weren’t doing it for him.
Miss Angelica took a few gulps of wine straight from the bottle then climbed out of her tub. Naked, wet, and dripping, she threw herself into Remus’ arms. She rubbed her body against his, her hands sliding beneath the pillowcase to touch him. Her delicate, lengthy fingers caressed him. The warmth made his skin tingle, there was no denying that. But even with his eyes closed and thoughts of a good, trusted Sirius in his mind, he couldn’t get it up. He tried to imagine it was a man’s hand stroking him. He remembered that mischievous look in Sirius’ eyes when he wanted Remus. He pictured the man of his dreams looking after him, taking care of his needs. Deep down, though, he knew this was different. And he didn’t want it. He couldn’t even trick himself into wanting it.
His lips formed the words ‘I’m sorry’ but no sound could come out with the collar in place. He repeated them over and over again, tears springing to his eyes. Finally Miss Angelica looked up and read his lips.
Then she shoved him. She shoved him so hard he fell back against the cold tile floor. She stood over him, dripping onto him. “You’re pathetic,” she said.
Handsome to pathetic in ten minutes. Remus supposed that must be some sort of record.
“First thing in the morning, I’m taking you back to the Market. If I explain you’re broken, maybe I’ll get a discount on a new werewolf.” She glared at him. “Where’s my towel?”