Warnings: This chapter contains torture and non-con situations! Oh well, the whole story consists of them it seems.
I swear I didn´t mean to! It was them!
...and, uh, when I woke up this morning I was not J.K.Rowling...weird indeed...
Chapter 7
Slave
The agonized scream made him shudder, gave him goosebumps all over his body, made his heart beat faster, made him feel guilty, made him blush, made him excited. The whip was hitting the raw flesh again, creating a spray of tiny crimson drops, eliciting another scream. Draco stared with wide eyes at Snape´s battered body, which shuddered every time the lash tore into his back. Dark tormented eyes found his, speaking of agony and accusation, pleading for mercy. Draco could not hold the look and turned away.
"Would you like to participate, child?" Lord Voldemort asked smoothly.
The Dark Lord watched him expectantly, waiting for his answer, waiting for a sign if his protégé would join the torture session and proove worthy of his care. Draco jumped when Snape let out another rough howl as the whip lashed his back again. He had had no problem torturing the deatheaters who had put him under the Cruciatus Curse, but to torture somebody who had been like a father to him from the moment of his birth on...
"My Lord, I am not sure I can handle a whip with the necessary mastery." Hopefully this answer would absolve him from the obligation to torture his own godfather. Lord Voldemort´s face twisted into a knowing smile. He stopped the flogging with a sign of his hand and picked a small pot from one of the tables and went to stand behind his wheezing and whimpering right hand man.
"Come to me, child!" Blood red eyes burning in a white inhuman face.
Draco moved to his Lord´s side who stepped behind him, holding the pot containing salt in front of Draco´s chest. Warm breath was ghosting over his neck as a mouth came to rest beside his left ear.
"There are many ways to torture somebody. With time I will teach you all, child!" whispered his Lord´s voice to him. "Take the salt and rub it deep into his wounds!"
Draco took a deep breath, seemingly hypnotized by the view of a pot of salt in his Lord´s hand, before he pushed his hand deep into the salt, feeling how the small grains were flowing through his fingers. He brought up his hand hesitantly and finally pressed it onto red blood, the salt instantly turning crimson as the blood soaked into it. Snape violently tried to move away from his godson´s cruel touch and started to scream and squirm in his restraints as a delicate hand introduced salt into the lacerations the whip had created. The salt met raw muscle, void of skin and protection, and brought unbearable pain to the tortured man.
"I am sorry, Severus, but you should have listened to me!" whispered Draco as blood and scraps of torn skin coated his hand.
To lay hand on somebody personally instead of using his wand was something new to Draco. He had never been like Crabbe and Goyle, using fists to solve conflicts, instead he was running from it. This was personal, it was his own hand inflicting pain, making somebody scream and bleed and Draco loathed it, loved it, hated it, wanted it. His heart was beating too fast and his hands were shaking as much as the body beneath his fingers. The piercing shrieks of the darkhaired man almost deafened the present men. When the agony was finally beyond endurance for Snape his body went limp as he lost consciousness.
"Well done, Draco!" The Dark Lord applauded and turned to the present deatheaters. "Take him back to his room and treat his wounds. By tomorrow my right hand man should be able to return to his post."
Draco was staring at his bloodcovered hand, revolted by the sight. He watched, numb from what he had done, how his godfather, the right hand man of his Lord, was taken down from the chains and brought out of the room by two burly looking deatheaters. Others undressed the unconscious Potter boy. Draco used the abandoned clothes to clean the gore from his hand while his Lord went to stand threateningly over the blackhaired youth.
"Rennervate!" Lord Voldemort grinned maliciously as Potter´s eyes fluttered and finally opened. "Welcome to your new life, Harry!"
"Where are my clothes?" Potter seemed to be in pain, his body black and blue from the torture he had been subjected to, but his eyes were still defiant and full of hatred, his voice hostile and cold.
"You will not need them, Harry. You don´t need to save the world anymore, from now on you will serve us. My men were victorious in their last raid, capturing the great, but not so great now, Harry Potter. I deem it proper to give them a reward for their excellent work. The reward will be you, Harry. You will be a slave to my deatheaters, a subject for their pleasure and entertainment." Lord Voldemort replied softly as if he would explain the wonders of nature to a small child.
"What..?" Potter´s eyes opened wide in surprise and confusion. "I will never do that, Voldemort, you better kill me right now!" he hissed.
"There, there, Harry! You will learn to obey, boy!" Harry´s face contorted at these words. "Crucio!" The softness of Lord Voldemort´s voice mocked the strength of the torturing curse he used on the now writhing and whimpering youth.
"My deatheaters did not only capture you, Harry, but many of the other students also. It would be too bad if I have to kill any of them to teach you to behave." The snakefaced Lord deadpanned before he raised the curse. The panting Potter just stared at the Dark Lord, the defiance so clear in his face slowly replaced by hopelessness.
"That´s it Harry! You can do it! Now get up, on your hands and knees, boy!" hissed Lord Voldemort, watching with a satisfied grin how the blackhaired youth slowly raised himself up, wincing and moaning, to move into the required position before him, fixing his eyes on the floor.
"Murdock, you can have him!" Voldemort hissed.
"Thank you my Lord!" a tall brownhaired man still in his deatheater robes bowed his head in respect and broke out in a nasty grin. He went to kneel behind Potter and opened his trousers, stroking his member to red shining hardness and pushed it against the unprepared opening of the youth before him.
"What are you doing, you sick bastard!" Potter lashed out and hit Murdock square in the chest causing him to fall hard onto his naked backside. Deatheaters ran to him and restrained the livid youth. Draco watched with growing anticipation how the face of his Lord contorted into an enraged mask and an order was hissed at one of the deatheaters who immediately left the room.
He came back only minutes later, pulling a bawling girl of about 13 years along. Lord Voldemord slowly walked around the child, mustering her from head to toe, her shining black hair, her beautiful face, her big blue eyes, her graceful body, finally asking her: "Tell me your name child!"
"Patricia McIntosh." she hiccupped. Draco had seen the girl before, a Hufflepuff second or third year as far as he could remember.
"How old are you?" the Dark Lord hissed softly with a smile so sickly sweet it automatically made Draco´s stomach churn in fear.
"14." she whispered with big eyes full of fear. The wizard´s smile became even wider, his crimson eyes shining with the fires of hell, promising death and despair.
"Say hello to Harry´s parents for me! Avada Kedavra!" The body of the small girl limply fell to the stone floor devoid of all life, eyes still opened wide, as Potter screamed protests, fighting against the hold the deatheaters had on him, crying and swearing at the Dark Lord.
"I will not repeat myself again, Harry! There are still many more children in my dungeons! You know what you have to do!" Lord Voldemort hissed into his tearstained face threateningly.
Potter stared into the snakelike face before nodding slowly. The deatheaters let go of him and he moved back into position, his eyes the whole time set on the lifeless body of the small Hufflepuff. The giant deatheater kneeled down behind him, annoyed after the embarrassment he had had to suffer because of the boy before him, and pushed harshly inside, making the blackhaired youth to bawl in pain.
Draco started to flush and breath faster as he watched how the slender body of his long time rival was rocked by brutal thrusts and the hated face contorted in agony. His Lord moved behind Draco again, a hand reaching to his crotch, fingering his growing erection. He could not control his body and thrust against the searching hand, moaning in pleasure.
"Do you want to take him, child?" The whispered voice was hard to hear among the loud crying and screaming Potter did. It made him queasy to watch the large member covered in blood and grime moving in and out of Potter´s torn hole. He did not want to enter that place!
"I don´t want to dirty myself with Potter´s filth, my Lord!" he moaned, hoping that he would not be punished for his refusal, but instead a hand opened his trousers and his Lord´s body pushed against him, urging him to move forward, towards Potter.
"You don´t have to use his hole, you can use his mouth instead." his Lord whispered into his ear and a white hand grabbed Potter´s hair, bringing his face up harshly towards Draco´s crotch, while another brought out Draco´s straining member.
"Open your mouth, Harry!" Lord Voldemort hissed and pushed against Draco´s back with his body again, while Draco pushed back against the pressure. He didn´t want Potter close to his body, no matter how and where! He did not want to do anything intimate with Potter!
"Don´t fight me, child! You don´t want to anger me!" the dark voice hissed into his ear. Draco stilled immediately as he did not want to stir his Lord´s wrath. Not over a thing like this. Potter would have to suck him and not the other way round. If he closed his eyes he would not even have to see Potter and could imagine that it was somebody else. He felt himself being pressed against resisting lips, a soft cheek, and after a harsh pull on black hair he entered a warm wet mouth, while cold tears dropped onto his heated flesh.
Gods, the feeling was so good! Potter´s screams vibrated on his skin and Draco could not resist the urge to move, push deep inside the gaping orifice, filling it, trying to tear the other boy´s lips with his girth, paying him back for all the slurs he had received from the boy and forcing him to pay for it with the bliss Draco received from raping his mouth. A mouth sucked on his neck, making him moan in lust, hands roaming his body, holding him, caressing him while another mouth enclosed him tightly, licking him, sucking him, scratching him, making him shudder in ecstasy. He was panting, moaning, his hands holding onto silky full hair before his crotch, his eyes closed, world around him forgotten. He felt himself tightening, his panting turning into groaning until he harshly pushed into the hot orifice, meeting a barrier and still pushing deeper, sudden convulsions around his flesh making him yelp in pleasure, his body tensening, as his seed shot down the unfortunate throat of Harry Potter.
He was bathed in sweat, his whole body shaking, his heart hammering in his chest, his breathing harsh and rapid, his body only held up by the stronger one behind him. Draco carefully pulled out his softening member from his enemy´s mouth and tucked it inside his trousers again. Murdock had already finished earlier, which Draco had not realised in his state of bliss, and once Potter´s orifices were freed of all intruders the boy broke down, no longer able to hold himself up. He was lying on the cold floor naked, crying, trembling, retching.
Draco looked down in disgust at the other youth, spitting onto the heaving boy. Once he had been like Potter, broken and weak, but now he was stronger than ever before. The strong arms around him gave him all the strength and approval he needed. Potter on the other hand had nobody, he was alone among enemies, a slave to all of them. And Draco smiled.
Coming ahead in the next chapter of Ad Finem - Until The End:
Some icky, kinky things are happening to Harry and Draco complains to his Lord
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