I´m not the owner of all the money you paid for the Harry Potter books and tickets to watch the films! So I´m frustrated!
Oooh, you expected lovey-dovey fluff now...
You are sadly mistaken!
I hope you have well settled stomachs, you will need them for this chapter!
Let the madness consume you!
warnings: torture, extreme violence, character death, non-con
Chapter 5
POWER
Draco was euphoric!
Screams echoed through the Dark Lord´s assembly hall, making the witnessing Death Eaters cower in fear. Snape was staring at him with shock in his eyes, his father´s friends shivering because of him, his Lord supporting him with his gleeful laughter, his eyes telling him he was doing oh so well, that he was proud of him! The dark spells he used sent waves of dizzying power through his body, causing euphoria Draco had never felt before.
Draco was in a blood-frenzy!
Blood was everywhere, on the ground, on his robes, on his hands, on his lips, he could taste it, he could taste their agony, taste their regret, making him crave for more, more screams, more blood, more pleas to stop, just make it stop, sorry, so sorry. Flaying limbs spreading blood onto white faces, white masks, frozen in shock. Blood covering distorted faces, frozen in agony, eyes and mouths wide open, hands clawing, searching, searching for anything to hold on, hold on to life.
Draco was in power!
They were writhing, cold stone beneath them, unforgiving like their torturer, a bloodcovered hand reaching for his left boot, smearing it with blood, begging for mercy, from the merciless, too often oppressed himself, too often put down himself, too often hurt himself, ready to repay the world with interest!
Lord Voldemort had returned his wand to him at tonight´s assembly, his crimson eyes glittering with anticipation. He had ordered them before him, Yaxley and Dullborough, the two Death Eaters who had held Draco under the Crutiatus curse together, against their Lord´s order not to harm young Malfoy. He had given Draco the right to punish them any way he saw fit.
He had promised them regret being the last thing on their mind before they passed into darkness, and regret they did!
Draco had hesitated at first.
This was no fight for life, just two men called before him...to be punished...for causing him pain...for disrespecting their Lord´s orders...for almost killing him.
Then Yaxley, the tall blond had started grinning at him, mocking his indecision, mouthing 'whore'. Dullborough, a rather handsome young men with boyish looks, had seen his fellow Death Eaters lipmovements and snorted in reaction, trying to suppress a snicker.
Draco had frozen. Ashamed. They thought him a whore? Because he was bedded by their Lord?
No! It was jealousy, because their Lord protected him, made him special, was satisfied with him. They were the ones not worthy, they were the ones his Lord was not satisfied with, not him!
Draco had started to smile, a sinister smile, wiping the grins on Yaxley´s and Dullborough´s faces away, telling them that they had made a mistake and would pay for it now.
The first "Crucio!" hit Yaxley, Dullborough watching with sudden fear in his eyes. Yaxley was built big and obviously used to be on the receiving end of a wand. Suffering the Cruciatus brought him to his knees but not writhing on the ground like Draco had planned it. He held the curse for two minutes, Yaxley making strangled sounds, trying to suppress his screams. Still there was this mocking glare in his eyes! This would not do!
Draco shouted "Sectumsempra!", slashing Yaxley several times over the face. Yaxley let out a scream, turning into a whimper, while he held his hands protectively over his face, blood rushing down his hands, his arms, to the floor. Aah, this was more satisfying!
"Funivaris!" Draco had learned a lot of interesting dark spells during his holidays at Malfoy Manor, as his father had not allowed visitors for him, books had been his only companions. Dullborough was suspended by his arms in the air, invisible halters gripping his wrists. "Acerbus!" Draco sneered. Dullborough grunted, whimpered, then started to scream, his legs thrashing in the air as his arms were pulled further and further apart, finally popping out of the joints, first the right arm, then the left one. Every popping sound was accompanied by a highpitched scream louder than the constant screaming of the brownhaired boy!
Draco stopped the incantation and Dullborough fell to the ground were he lay unmoving, whimpering and sobbing like a small child trapped in a nightmare.
Yaxley seemed to have calmed down a bit, breathing heavily but not making pained noises any longer.
The spectators were whispering, the expressions on their faces ranging from admiring to hateful to respectful. Only his godfather´s face showed suppressed fury.
Draco kicked Yaxley in the face, the blond giant finally falling to meet the cold stone, still glaring at him. Brown eyes met his, showing him the disgust his godfather felt for him. Draco stared down on Yaxley again, kneeling beside him on the bloodsmeared floor, staining his robes, tightly gripping Yaxley´s right hand with his left, pointing his wand at the man´s index finger. Yaxley looked like he wanted to resist, but that was not allowed when he had to accept the punishment his Lord doled out.
"Fragmentum!" A surprised yell was his reward when the small bone snapped.
Draco pointed his wand at the next lower bone in the same finger. "You will never raise your hand against me again!" promised Draco darkly.
Another cracking sound. Did you know that a hand has 27 bones in it? A wand is a precise instrument. Draco used his wand to perfection. One snapping sound after the other, punctuated by tortured screams escaping the tough Death Eater´s mouth who was right now reduced to a pathetic mass of shivering flesh, his tearfilled eyes and bloodstained teeth the only white in a mask of blood, tattered skin and raw flesh. The pain finally caused the man to heave. Draco turned away in disgust and returned to his Lord´s side.
Snape was still staring at him, his eyes narrowed, a vein pulsing on his forehead. Well, his godfather seemed not very satisfied with him, but it did not matter. The only one who mattered to him was his Lord who gave him an appraising smile. Draco sneered straight into his godfather´s face and vanished his victims´ clothes! Yaxley lookeddown his body with an expression of shock. Shame and fear was written on Dullborough´s face.
"Avis major malus!" shouted Draco with a powerful voice, his face showing his level of concentration at the use of the advanced dark spell, pointing his wand at the two unfortunate Death Eaters.
A flock of crows, dark like a thundercloud, came flying out of the tip of his wand, immediately attacking the two unfortunate men, hacking at their eyes, tearing the flesh from hands protectively held over a head, hacking into soft unprotected stomachs, tearing junks of flesh out.
Dullborough was not able to move his arms because the bones had been pulled out of their joints. His eyes were openly vulnerable to the crows and they feasted on it as he tried to shake them from his face with rapid head movements! His screams made even the most conscience-proof Death Eaters shudder. Draco watched with a disgusted face as a crow tore out a white and red eyeball, throwing it´s head up and swallowing the eye in one big gulp. In the background he could hear one of the younger Death Eaters retching.
Yaxley did not fare much better. He was able to protect his eyes, but he had to leave his soft stomach and privates open to attacks, and the crows loved the soft flesh! Within not even a minute the birds had hacked their beaks into the soft flesh and devoured half of his penis. "This will teach you to call me a whore!" whispered Draco.
Both men were screaming and thrashing like mad. Yaxley was trying to crawl, trying to escape from the cruel beaks, trying to reach Draco. The screams mixed with pleas, begging Draco for mercy, begging their Lord for forgiveness, begging anybody for help. A bloodsmeared hand reached Draco´s boot, just to be stepped on, broken bones grinding together, eliciting another bloodcurling scream.
Some of the Death Eaters were becoming fidgety, looking expectantly to their Lord for a sign to make this madness stop, but the Dark Lord looked completely enthralled in the spectacle. A cruel smile was twisting his face into a horrible grimace. Draco looked to his Lord for insurance also and he saw it was good. His Lord was pleased with him.
A violent shudder ran through Dullborough´s body. Then he was lieing still and quiet, crows all over his body still feasting on his flesh. His eyes dark holes, chunks of flesh torn out of his stomach, a gaping orifice showing his intestines.
Yaxley was still screaming as he lay face down on the cold stone floor, trying to protect his sensitive body parts as well as possible.
Draco stared at Yaxley like in trance before he raised his wand and vanished the crows. Brown eyes in a face white from shock met his. Snape looked as if he had never seen a Death Eater in action before. Draco looked around. In fact most of the Death Eaters stared at him in shocked disbelief.
"I am most impressed, Draco!" his Lord praised with a sickly sounding purring voice. "I would wish that all my Death Eaters enjoyed their duty so heartily!"
Enjoy, did he enjoy it? His Lord said he had done well, but did he enjoy it? The power was a good feeling, watching Yaxley lieing to his feet begging for his forgiveness was very satisfying, seeing Dullborough´s gaping eye sockets made him want to be sick. Should he have stopped earlier?
Fellow Death Eaters checked on the silent Dullborough and the whimpering Yaxley.
"He is dead." Snape´s words brought back the cold feeling in the pit of his stomach. Dullborough was dead. The crows had killed him. Draco had killed him.
Alarmed Draco looked for any sign of Lord Voldemort´s reaction to this fact.
"It is not important. Remove the corpse and see to Yaxley!" His Lord was still smiling, a corpselike hand stroking his hair now, a finger dipping into the blood on his cheek, bringing the finger to his own mouth, tasting it.
"Pain and regret, just as I thought." smiled the Dark Lord.
Draco shuddered.
The assembly was over. Draco slowly made his way back to his room. Finally he knew the complicated system of passages and rooms down here.
Reaching his room he threw the door shut to lean against it, breathing in deeply, trying to calm his racing heart.
This was madness. What was happening to him?
Draco tore off his robe, throwing the bloodstained cloth with a disgusted face on the ground, when his godfather entered the room.
Snape was livid. Within a second he reached Draco and pushed him against the wall violently, his hands on Draco´s unclothed chest holding him in place.
"What the hell do you think you are doing, Draco?" Snape hissed into Draco´s face. "What became of the boy I once knew?"
Draco´s face distorted in rage. "The boy no longer exists!" he shouted.
"There is a cruelty in you which is not yours, it is our Lord´s! What happened to you, Draco?" Snape asked desperately.
"You? You ask me this? You told me to listen to him, to bed him even! Now that I am happy with my new life you want to come and destroy it?" Draco hissed, struggling against the older man´s hold on him.
"I would never want to destroy you! Draco...I..." His godfather seemed to be out of words.
Snape bent his head down, his eyes full of confusion locking onto Draco´s angry ones, and after a moment´s hesitation he pressed his lips on Draco´s.
Draco froze wide-eyed when Snape pressed his lips on his and started to push his tongue against his tightly shut lips.
This was his godfather kissing him!
Had the man gone crazy?
Lord Voldemort would kill him for it!
Draco opened his mouth to bite down hard on his godfather´s tongue the very next second. Snape yelped and pulled back. Draco sneered until Snape hit him forcefully in the mouth splitting his lower lip open.
"I will show you, you little whore! You allow a monster to mount you, but reject me? Is it that you need to be mistreated to enjoy a man´s touch?" Draco had never seen his godfather screaming before. Snape was always collected, sarcastic, biting, but always calm and collected.
He was in trouble!
Draco coughed when Snape´s fist hit him hard in the stomach. His forehead was coming to rest on Snape´s chest as he followed the need to curl around his fiercely aching middle. After muttering a silencing spell to guard the room his godfather grabbed him by his right arm, pulling him further into the room, towards the horse. Draco stumbled and fell to his knees. Taking in a satisfying breath was still a difficult feat for him. Snape did not seem to care that Draco had lost his footing and simply dragged him along the floor.
Draco panicked and started to fight back, pulling against the darkhaired man´s vice-like grip. Snape almost lost his footing also, but managed to regain his balance. He pulled his wand out again in one fluent motion and pointed it straight at Draco´s face.
"You better stop struggling and obey like the good little puppy you are!" Snape hissed.
Draco was cursing his luck. He had dropped his wand on the table when he pulled off his robe. There was no way he could fight Snape without his wand. Both men were breathing heavily, staring at each other, trying to size up the opponent.
"Please, Severus, you have to stop this! When our Lord finds out what you are doing to me he will kill you!" Draco tried to reason. His godfather had to understand that this was wrong, very wrong!
The potionsmaster chuckled humourlessly.
"Our Lord is in the dungeon, playing with his prisoners. Do you know how he likes to play with his prisoners, Draco? You are not the only one he is fucking! And he will not be the only one fucking you, no matter what you think how protective he is of you right now. Any time it will change! All Death Eaters know that you are his whore and they are just waiting for their turn. You think you are his precious pet, but you are just his whore!"
Draco could just gape at Snape, shocked by Snape´s words.
"As you are apparently not able to walk to the horse without fighting me you will crawl to the horse! Slowly, no wrong moves or you will regret it, Draco! Crawl!" Snape ordered with a dangerous gleam in his eyes.
Draco could not believe it! Crawl? He was a Malfoy! Not even as a toddler he had ever crawled. That could have damaged his silken clothes! Snape really must have gone mad! The wandpoint beside his temple still persuaded him to crawl like an animal no matter his family name.
"That is a good boy! I knew you would like this better! You were raised to obey and this is what you need! You need to be dominated to make you willing!" mocked the man who was supposed to help and protect Draco!
Willing! Whom was he kidding? Draco looked for any way out, but there was none, nothing he could use as a weapon. To fight a dangerous man like Snape who had him at wandpoint was not a sane option.
Draco grudgingly stood up carefully following Snape´s orders and lay down on the horse. How often would he still have to be bent over this godforsaken horse?
With a swish of Snape´s wand the restraints were fixed around his wrists and knees. He had learned to hate this position already, learned to hate to horse.
A hand was in his hair, ghosting along his side, following the waistband of his black trousers, dipping inside, going around to his front, searching for and finding the buttons of his trousers as his godfathers body pressed against his back. Nimble fingers were opening his trousers, pulling them down, leaving them hanging around his leather boots.
"I am doing this for you, Draco! I want to help you, you have to understand!"
Hands ghosting over his naked backside. Draco´s breath startet to quicken.
"You have to get away from him. I made a mistake in bringing you here, Draco. I am sorry. I will rectify my mistake. If only you allow me."
What was his godfather talking about?
"It was no mistake that you brought me here, my parents would have died anyway, and finally somebody cares for me, is satisfied with who I am. Why do you want to take this away from me, Severus?"
"You do not understand, Draco. I care for you too, care for you more than he does. He is corrupting you! He will destroy you, Draco! I just want to help you. Why would you only listen to a man if he mistreats you? First your father, now Voldemort. I can give you what you need also. And I can give you so much more!"
Draco gasped as his buttocks were parted and a hot breath ghosted over his entrance.
"You just have to accept it, Draco, and I will make everything better!"
Something soft and wet was nudging against his entrance, circling it, dipping inside. Draco´s breath started to rasp, his heart sped up, heat started to pool in his groin.
"What are you doing, Severus, please, stop it!" Draco wheezed. The feeling was so good, but this was his godfather causing him to get hard.
The tongue was still at work, accompanied by a hand now rubbing between his legs, playing with his privates.
"Please, you must not do this! I don´t want it! If he catches us doing this he will punish us both!"
"You worry too much, little dragon."
The tongue was back to work his hole, making Draco shudder and moan!
"We will leave tonight! You will come with me, Draco!"
"No! I can´t!" Draco gasped. "Our Lord, he...ah...please, Severus, stop this...!"
It was rather difficult to have a serious discussion when somebody was sticking his tongue into your anus, Draco realised.
"Why would you not listen to me, Draco?" Snape snarled and got up, starting to undress.
"Please, Severus, untie me. I will not tell our Lord about this incident! I promise!" Draco was desparately pulling against his restraints. He was afraid that his Lord would enter anytime and he definitely did not want to see what an enraged Dark Lord could do.
"Shut up, bitch! It is too late for that!" Snape barked and rammed two fingers into Draco´s opening.
Draco yelped as his body shook from the unexpected pain. His godfather was roughly moving his fingers inside him, scratching his insides instead of giving him pleasure, making him whimper and squirm to escape the painful penetration. Then the fingers were gone to be replaced by his godfather´s throbbing member. Draco tried to contract his muscles, tried to stop the invasion, but all he gained was agony as the older man thrust forcefully into him. There was no lubrication and the smallest move hurt like hell. Tears escaped his tightly shut eyes as his godfather rammed into him again and again, making Draco to punctuate every in-move with an agonized scream.
Where was the current, the sweet pleasure his Lord had always given him to take away the pain of the penetration? Draco was moving his hips to find a different angle, anything to create the waves of pleasure that he had experienced with the snakefaced Lord. He could not.
"Please, Severus...ah...it hurts...ah...please." cried Draco, hoping that his godfather would answer his pleas, that he would realise that he hurt Draco, hurt him so much, and there was no current. He could not stand it without the current. There was just pain and aggression.
"This is...what you ...like...need... Draco...I know it...saw it... how... you were ...screaming...for him!" panted Snape, his thrusts accented with accusations.
Nononono! He got it wrong! This was not what Draco needed. This was torture! The feeling that his godfather´s member was sticking to his inner walls, tearing them up with every movement, was too much. Why did he think that Draco wanted to feel pain? Needed to be hurt? This was wrong! He would do anything to make this stop. Please, if only...if his Lord would come now, to rescue him from this madness, he would take any punishment. Please, he could not take this much longer.
Several thrusts later Draco could feel his godfather shuddering against him, letting out a small whine, humping him without rhythm as if the older man had gone into convulsions, then stilling.
Gods, thank you, it was over. Draco could have laughed when the potions master pulled out, but the relief was shortlived.
"You did not come to completion, Draco. Let me help you." Snape said softly and reached between his legs, enclosing Draco´s completely limp organ.
"Please, you don´t need to, it is not necessary..." Draco yelped when Snape contrary to his expectations not stroked but squeezed cruelly.
"You did not come, you were not even hard the whole time!" Snape hissed, grabbing Draco´s hair and pulling his head back sharply. "Is that so, you little whore, you did not enjoy my ministrations? SAY IT!" Snape was shouting into his face, spittle flying onto Draco´s cheek.
"I´m sorry, it hurt so much, I´m sorry, please!" cried Draco. He was sobbing with relief when Snape let go of his hair.
"It is okay, Draco, I will give you what you want. I will make you come!" whispered Snape with a twisted smile.
Draco was shaking in fear at the look on his godfather´s face. He did not want this man to touch him ever again. He just wanted to be freed of the restraints and forget about this unfortunate event.
Snape took his wand out of the folds of his robes and kneeled down behind Draco.
"I just know what you need, don´t you fear."
Draco tensed when his godfather started to stroke him. When the older man was satisfied with the stiffness of his godsons lovely cock he pulled back the foreskin to open the beginning of the urethra wider. He directed the tip of his wand to the tiny opening and started to press it inside.
Draco froze, just to start to pull against his restraints in a frenzy.
"What are you doing, Gods, please, stop it, it hurts, please, what... stop it!" Draco sobbed. There was whitehot pain pulsing through his middle. What was his godfather doing to him?
Snape could not be bothered with the young man´s cries for mercy and slowly pressed the wand deeper. His godson´s penis was looking bloated with the intake of the dark slender wood, just like a snake who had just indulged a delicious rat. When the wand had almost reached the root of the swollen column of flesh Snape slowly pulled it out again, pushing it in again, deaf to the agonized screams of his godson.
Then he reached up with his left hand, harshly pushing three fingers into his godson´s anus, searching for the bump inside to give the boy the pleasure he obviouly needed to become undone. Snape moved his wand and his fingers inside Draco simultaneously, the movements causing unbearable waves of pleasure and agony at the same time for Draco, causing him to scream, cry and convulse, completely having lost control over his body. Draco was dripping with sweat, his voice coarse from screaming. He just wanted it to end and end it did.
In all this clamour Snape at first did not hear the door opening to reveal the Dark Lord himself. When he finally saw his Lord standing there watching them he froze. When his heart started beating again he pulled his wand and his fingers out of his godson.
Draco stopped screaming once the agonizing wandmovements stopped and opened his eyes to look straight into the furious crimson of his Lord the very second he came with a roar as the wand left the place it had occupied for some time now to free the path for a gush of seed.
Coming ahead in the next chapter of Ad Finem - Until The End:
The Dark Lord has his own ideas how to punish his people for treason and takes Draco on a raid.
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