Disclaimer: No, I do NOT own Snape or any other original Harry Potter character, nor do I have any claim to the beloved universe of Harry Potter. I do, however, hold exclusive right to Aislinn and Freya as they are of my own creation. I did not and will not receive payment for this story, and write only for my own enjoyment and that of others.

A/N: Yes, another story from me. This fic will contain slash, rape, and violence as well as a number of other things. The summery, and this note, are here for a reason, if you do not like it I am not forcing you to read it. This story is AU, though I did try not to go completely off the reservation in regards to the books. Further warnings include, Underage, Rape, Torture, Nasty Language, Gay Relationships, Male Pregnancy (though not for a while), Poly relationships and overall naughtiness.

Prologue - Prisoners

Aislinn woke with a start in the cold room, her joints aching from the cold stone floor that was her bed. She rearranged herself on the floor in her corner attempting to keep warm, curling into a tighter ball in a vain attempt to conserve body heat, the chain that held her rattling quietly. Aislinn was never allowed clothes here and her skin was covered in goose flesh from the chill as she shivered, only the metal collar around her throat adorned her. The fire was only lit when He was in the rooms, and without it the early fall nights were damp and cold. She heard a distant click and hated the small swell of relief in her as the fire roared to life. She closed her eyes and concentrated on drawing in as much heat as she could, though she did not dare draw closer to the merry flames. Footsteps grew closer, like the beating of a cold heart as they moved through the living chamber towards her prison in the master bedroom and she fought down the rise of panic with each breath. Despite her long captivity it always rose like a wave when He drew nearer, the wooden door swinging open like a portal to the pit.

"Do you like that beast? It must have been cold in here without your Master." Voldemort sneered down at her the moment he came through the door. She sat silently, fighting a battle not to comment back, to tell him how much she longed to hold his pale face over the fire until his skin turned black and dry. The kick in her ribs caught Aislinn by surprise and she gasped in pain as it raced around her chest in little bolts. "Your Master asked you a question you ungrateful bitch!" He bent down and buried his fingers in her burgundy locks pulling her head up so forcefully she thought her scalp would go with it. "Do you like the fire beast?" His voice had become a dangerous hiss. His red eyes were close on her face, daring her to show anything but the most humble submission.

"Yes Master." Was the only reply Aislinn could manage, and that was all that was expected of her.

"You will be warm enough, when it comes time for you to warm my bed once again." He let her go only to unhook her chain from the wall pulling her roughly to her hands and knees. "For now Master has a treat for you, a little show I think you will enjoy." He turned to leave, the pressure of the chain connected to the collar forced Aislinn to crawl behind him. With flick of his wand she was granted the flimsy white cloths to cover the bare necessities before the met the public eye. Aislinn was his animal and he would not allow her to be seen naked unless he saw fit. The trip to the throne room through the stone corridors made her knees ache as she tried to keep pace with her captor.

Behind his dark swishing robes she passed among the forest of robed legs and up the three steps to the dais where his throne loomed. As always Aislinn kept her eyes downcast as she lay next to Voldemort's feet on the dais above his men, a dog beaten into submission. He attached her chain to the throne as he sat to address his men. His voice boomed through the room. "Loyal Death Eaters. It seems our latest attempt at a raid has been foiled once again. Many of you have done well defending our ideals from these fools who would oppose my rule. I am a kind Lord and those who do well and follow my orders will be rewarded. This being said, tonight I have a treat in store for all of you. A way to relieve the stress that has come over you due to some of the recent failures that have plagued us. Fenrir if you would." A door off to the left opened with a loud creak followed by the sound of scuffling. The men in the room milled, the sounds of excitement and approval growing as they sensed what was to come.

"Let go of me!" A girlish cry filled the chamber, fear gripped Aislinn's spine with an ice cold fist. Her head snapped up eyes instantly locking on to the girl as she was dragged into the room by two burly death eaters. Long black hair in curls, burgundy highlights flashing in the fire light, obscured the face set with wide gray eyes. This was the nightmare that made Voldemort's attention seem like paradise, the true terror that haunted Aislinn dreams. Her daughter at the mercy of those animals was exactly the reason she subjected herself to Voldemort's commands.

"What is the meaning of this?" She hissed up at Voldemort, praying the panic that clawed at her insides wasn't obvious. "You swore. I have done all you have asked. You swore she would be left alone."

"Ah, but you see I am the Master. Everything here is my property and I will do with it as I see fit." He spoke as though the child was no more than a painting, loaned out and displayed at will. Aislinn could hear the low rumble of laughter from the men. "I have seen my men drooling after her for months and it's about time we teach her not to be a tease." He laughed and the sound was filled with malice, sending shivers down her spine to stoke the rage and fear.

"Mother!" The girl cried, eyes wide with fear.

"You swore she would not be harmed. I have done all you ordered, I have served you as you demanded, now let her go!." Aislinn turned on Voldemort, her voice rising in hysteria as she started to rise from her position, anger burning in her eyes. A wave of his wand and her leash retracted so violently her head to collided with the thrones arm in a meaty impact.

"Stupid mutt, I had thought you learned. Dogs that growl at their masters must be reprimanded." A shock ran from her hard metal collar clawing down her spine causing every muscle in her body to spasm in sheer agony. She held back the scream as her body curled into itself tightly, seeking relief or escape that would not come. The punishment held for a few moments before she was allowed to go limp from the pain.

"What must I do to free her?" With effort that made her very bones ache Aislinn made her tone submissive and pleading. "I will do anything, just let her go; she is to young to be exposed to any of this. Please." She tried in desperation. He seemed to consider her offer for a moment, before turning to look at her thoughtfully.

"Perhaps if you beg me, convince me you mean it. Surrender your will to me and accept your place at my feet." He said with a coo, as if it were a gift he offered. The humiliation burned like bile in her throat but she didn't hesitate to drop to the floor when her leash was loosened. She pressed her face to the stone.

"Please Master spare her. I will take her place, I will do whatever it is you wish of me. Just command and I will obey Master. I beg of you." Aislinn did not have to fake the sincerity in her voice as she stared at his feet, not daring to meet his eyes.

"Now you must know I can not accept such a plea without proof of your commitment." He drawled. "Perhaps a public display of your duties would convince me." Aislinn was suddenly aware of the dozens of eyes that locked onto her, each set burning humiliation into her skin as she rose to do what was expected of her. "Yes perhaps your daughter will learn to be more grateful once she sees what you will do to keep her safe." On her knees she undid his trousers releasing what lay in wait within. "Thank me for this." He ordered as Aislinn she positioned herself, tears threatening to spill from her eyes. To know that her daughter had seen her like this, to know there was so little she could do.

"Thank you Master." Aislinn managed not to allow her voice to break as she took him into her mouth. As always he tasted like acid on her tongue, as if her very soul rejected the substance of him, but she went on with all the fervor of a lover. It seemed like an eternity in near silence as she continued, only the soft sobs of her daughter echoed off the walls despite the packed chamber. She felt him tense and, with pale fingers locking in her hair, he forced her head all the way down. He released down her throat making sure she had to swallow every drop to find air. The spasms of his orgasm finally stilled and she was allowed to pull away, only to have her head snapped painfully back against the arm to stare out into the room. Eyes behind cold masks stared hungrily back at her.

"You have learned well." Voldemort turned to his men with a sweep of his arm, raising his voice. "But it seems a terrible shame that I get my entertainment only to deny my men theirs!" The death eaters milled waiting for the order. "You may continue." The men converged on her daughter, some removing their masks so she could see her tormentors.

"FREYAAAAAAAAAAA! GODS NOO..." Aislinn's scream was silenced abruptly with a spell, her head held securely in place to watch. She dug uselessly at the collar until her throat bled where the skin had been broken. They ripped at Freya's clothes and she screamed struggling as hard as she could, though it was futile in the face of the men. Aislinn closed her eyes only to find a transparency charm had been cast on her eyelids. She cursed her cowardice and held her eyes steadfastly open, mouth stretched in a silent wail of agony. She would view this horror, memorize every detail so that when the time came her vengeance could be just as horrible. She would remember and she would be ruthless as an avenging Goddess, but for now she screamed her silent rage and wept for her daughter's lost innocence.

A/N:

Well how's that for a start to the tale? A review would be great, I can't make it better without feedback!

P.S.: Aislinn Morna -Meaning- Inspiration Beloved one

Freya Lynn- is named after my own baby girl and will match her in attitude if I can. Freya is A Goddess and Lynn is for her grammie but here it will be to honor her mother ( lynn, linn?)